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dragongirlpoet · 21 days

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Dark Signs

Part I

Alucard x female reader

Synopsis: A flirty, playful night with Adrian takes a dark turn. (1.6k words)

TW: Dark fantasy, horror, blood, smut (explicit) 🔞

This is my first attempt at smut, and who better than my bby Alucard as MC. I hope you enjoy it!

“…And there, in the dead of night, under a moon so maroon, the White Wolf prowled — ravenous. Sturdy were its footsteps, calculated were its gait. Ahead, still as a rosebud in a windless twilight, its prey lay splayed out — helpless.

Something about its small intakes of breath, its unsuspecting demeanour, made it all the more enticing for the imposing predator. Ever so slowly, the White Wolf, eyes like the golden gleam of a rising dawn, emerged from the thicket, pressing forward, inching closer, closer, closer…”

Body hovering over mine, Alucard’s words were a rasp above my cheek. The antiquated tome he had been reading from now a forgotten humdrum between our bodies. As velvet lips collided into me, I melded into his being. He was a hypnotic wave crashing into shore, and I was but delicate driftwood being dragged underwater.

His kiss was insistent, impatient. I had no escape, no cavity of air to quell the lack of oxygen in my lungs. Still, I kept going, because he was the only breath I needed. My fingers clawed ruthlessly at his back — muscle and bone Herculean from years of battling night creatures and evil forces. Skin so utterly cold, yet I wanted — needed — more.

His body was a frigid storm to my fervent summer. “You are glorious as the solstice sun, darling. With you I am forever warm, within you I live eternally,” the confession falling easy from his lips the day he had taught me how to hunt.

Faces lost in each other, bodies entwined and limbs tugging like our lives depended on it, Alucard let his hand roam under my nightdress, finally finding solace in the swell of my chest. I shifted slightly at the unusual chill. Was he ever this cold?

Over the months I had become accustomed to his half human intricacies. His unnerving stillness, his undeniable thirst for blood try as he might to hide it, his erratic need to stay up nights in a row roaming the castle “just to be sure…”

I was no fool. Those witching hours almost always had him back in his childhood room — he would stare, as if entranced, at the spot he had staked his father. And I would see the grief in his eyes — the absolute contrition at his travesty, one he wished he could take back, but couldn’t.

Alucard, the son of the great Dracula and benevolent Lisa Tepes, the almighty dhampir. A being so beautiful he could bring a kingdom to its knees, yet one so cruelly tormented by his past.

“Baby, eyes on me.” My eyes fluttered open, realising I was lost in the wrong moment. He crashed his lips into mine once again.

As if in a bid to stop my obsessive thinking, he started to grab at my breast, kneading furiously, thumb toying with my nipple. I leaned in closer, but alas my human endurance had reached its limits and I pulled away for air.

“I want to know what happened to the prey. I am most opposed to unfinished stories,” I tried to play coy in between ragged breaths. Nose to mine, he wore a smirk on his handsome face. He had a playful glint to his stare — contemplative, as if taunting me to continue with my officious fib.

Alucard picked the tome up from my stomach, grazing his fingers ever so slightly over my abdomen. He trailed the book slowly down my navel, its cracked spine against my bare skin sent fireworks to my core. I watched with bated breath as the print finally landed where he wanted it — in between my legs. He dragged its spine down, then up again, repeating the motion, teasing, eyes never leaving mine.

Satisfied with how wet my undergarment had become, he hushed, “I think it better if I showed you instead. Don’t you agree, princess?”

“Ye..yesss,”

“Do you like that?”

“Yesss…”

“Open your legs wider.”

I obeyed. Submitting to him was easy. Too easy.

“Let’s see just how wet you are for me, hmm?”

Without warning, Alucard ripped my soaking cloth off my hips and plunged two fingers inside. I cried out at the shock and how good it felt, and as if by instinct grabbed his hands and guided them deeper into me. Alucard let out a stifled moan at my brazenness, his erection growing fast under his black britches.

He watched with eyes half-lidded, completely spellbound as I bounced into his hand, my breasts rising and falling with every thrust. Body and mind so turned on he reached urgently into his pants and started stroking his length.

For a long moment we just sat there, eyes locked on each other, legs spread wide, our sex stimulated. And what a profane sight it must have been for our bed chamber was filled with nothing but wanton “fucks” and the squelching of his fingers coated in my lust.

I fucked myself into his fingers harder, and reached desperately for his cock. With more force than necessary, he caught both my wrists with his free hand and pinned them to my stomach. “That’s for later,” he chided.

Alucard was usually wary of his inhuman strength around me. But tonight, tonight he was carnal, rough, like an animal being let out of its cage. His knuckles went white with how much pressure he had put on my wrists, and I bit my lip knowing it was going to bruise.

As if to edge me further, Alucard pulled his fingers out and gazed at them ever so intently, admiring the slather of fluid glistening like diamonds on his digits. If his etherealness hadn’t killed me, then perhaps what he did next would have driven me close to death. With deliberate calm, he brought his fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue over my juices, savouring every single trickle.

My dhampir, hair like a divine cascade of golden waterfalls, on his knees, drinking my lust as if it were vital sustenance, yet all that he was was in direct contrast to his reverence — powerful, dominant and deadly. I marvelled at his masculine elegance — the way his pectorals tensed as he licked his fingers dry, how his faded sanguine scar stood distinct against his alabaster skin, the definition of muscles that ran down his pelvis…

I swallowed.

“God, you taste so good. Only for me, yes?”

“Yesss…” Being thoroughly educated and well-read, I was fairly ashamed it was all the vocabulary I could muster.

And it would seem that more crude words were soon to follow, as Alucard then dove in between my thighs and sent his tongue plunging — deep, depraved — into my clenching walls.

“Fuuuck, Adrian!”

Hearing his name sent him over the edge, and he started sucking hard — wet pillow lips against wet pillow flesh. I was heaven and hell collided, rising from it like the luminescent birth of a star. I ground my core into his face, hands grasping his woven-gold hair, willing him to dive further into me.

Alucard groaned in pleasure against my clit. Powerful, cold hands gripped my thighs apart, and my sweet lover lay soft kisses to the insides, thumbs expertly caressing my sensitive folds. In all his vampire glory, he bared his fangs ever so slightly, sharp teeth just barely peeking through, grazing them over my clit and thighs, nibbling, never breaking skin. I was undone.

“Adrian…Adrian please…”

“Please what?”

I was all heavy pants and delirious to give a coherent reply.

Head still positioned at the apex of my thighs, his eyes raked over his masterpiece — delicate features coated in sweat, nipples hard from stimulation and the soppy, pulsating cunt laid out like a feast inches from his mouth. What a mess he had made of me, and a mess he was most certainly proud of.

From in between my legs, Adrian was a fallen angel from a paradise unknown. His eyes like gold afire were so wholly glazed over they looked like one with the smouldering flames nestled atop our chamber candles.

Patience waning, he asked again. “Please…” humming the words into my clit…“what?” A loud moan escaped my lips. I arched my back in sheer pleasure, feeling the build up in my core.

He dragged his fangs against my thighs, eyes fixated on mine, drinking in my desire.

“I want…I want…” my chest heaving so violently from how close I was to release.

“What do you want?” Adrian moved to whisper against my ear. This was too much.

“I want…I want you to turn me.”

Alucard went very still, his pupils blown wide. Everything went very still. The flames lost its dance, the curtains absent of sway.

“What did you say?” His voice was still water with undercurrents of danger.

His statuesque figure towered over me, pinning me under.

“I said, I want you to turn me.”

Alucard held my stare, and as I took them in, an unearthly shadow seemed to lurk beneath those incandescent irises.

If my question threw him off guard, his unsettling stillness made it clear he wasn’t most fond of surprises. It took a long moment before he finally moved, his supernatural speed having him by the window in seconds.

Frustration soon shrouded my orgasmic high. I forced my spent body off the reprieve of our mattress. He was going to answer me whether he liked it or not.

“Adrian! You cannot disregard my question any longer! I’ve wanted this from the first time you made love to me, don’t pretend it was never asked of you,” exasperation evident in my tone.

“Peril or not, I am not afraid. I…”

A sudden squall of wind extinguished the flickering flames. Our bed chamber was plunged into chasmic darkness, summoning a bitter chill that seeped through the wooden floors. There, still as a predator hunting prey, hovered the glowing golden orbs of Alucard's eyes, the blacks of his pupils far wider than I’d ever seen.

“A…Adrian?”

Part II

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lucienarcheron · 5 months

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Spirit Meets the Bones - XVI

Genre: Angst/Romance Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse.

shoutout to my bby @abruisedmuse for staying on this journey with me!

Find it all here.

Before panic closed his throat and he could dive into an irrational mental breakdown, Iris returned with a bowl and a small cloth in her hands, and visceral relief washed over him. Eris watched her make her way toward their couch and sit. She looked at him and then calmly gestured to the seat next to her. “Come sit. I want to see your hands.”

Eris’s blink was the only show of surprise he would allow himself to give but slowly, he made his way over to her. He carefully sat next to her, allowing enough space between them in case she needed it. In case — in case he had indeed frightened her.

Iris paused at the space and her brows furrowed. “Are you uncomfortable if I come closer?” she asked quietly, a flush on her face and Eris felt his chest tighten.

“I’m giving you space — from me.”

He watched her expression soften and with a small shake of her head, she moved closer to him and held out her hands. Eris let his eyes roam her face before his gaze dipped to her open palms. She was so steady. So steady and calm. No panic to be found. His wife, a healer through and through.

His eyes flickered back to her face, her bruises still evident and he felt a part of him die at the sight.

“You’re the one who is hurt,” he said roughly. “He — he left bruises on you.”

Iris paused and Eris had to swallow as a rage like no other consumed once more. He had half a mind to find her father again and just rip his head clean off his body. He wanted to kill him again and again and maybe even —

“Eris.”

He blinked and Iris came back into view. She surprised him once more when she gave him a tight smile.

“I’m okay.” she said softly. “It’s already healing. This isn’t even the worst he’s done.”

“Not the worst?” he snarled and Eris’s hands fisted in his lap, the cuts and scrapes stinging in protest but he still said through clenched teeth, “He shouldn’t have been in here. He shouldn’t have laid a hand on you. I gave you my word —”

“My father is the only one responsible for what happened here. Do not blame yourself.” she said firmly, mirroring a statement of his own.

But how could he not blame himself? He was supposed to have protected her. He was supposed to —

“Can I see your hands, please?” she said and held out her hands once more.

Eris’s eyes flickered down to them, steady and open for him but he met her eyes again. “Are you sure?”

Iris only paused for a moment then quietly said, “Of course.”

Slowly, he slid his bruised and bloodied fists into her hands and his heart began thumping wildly as she ran her thumb across them, turning them over to assess. Iris rested them in her lap then turned to the bowl, wetting the towel and wringing it out before bringing it back toward him.

“It might sting a little.” she said softly.

“Believe it or not, I can handle a little sting.” he said quietly, and the corner of Iris’s mouth lifted as she shifted closer. Eris almost did as well but his face immediately fell at the slight wince that crossed her face.

“I’m fine.” she said quickly but he pulled his hands away.

“Clearly.” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m going to call for Nevien. She can heal you and I can heal fine on my own.”

“No!” Iris said and Eris froze at her tone. At the wide eyes and the bob of her throat. “I — I don’t want anyone to know. It’s healing as we speak so just — let me heal you.”

His eyes narrowed, assessing, and Eris tilted his head just so, hearing the frantic beating of her heart. Sensing the embarrassment radiating off her. He felt himself reluctantly soften.

“There isn’t anything to be embarrassed about, Iris.” he said quietly, and his chest tightened again at the tremble in her lip.

Her eyes fell to her lap and she took a breath before looking up at him again. “Can I please just heal your hands?” she whispered. “Please?”

And it was the pleading look in her eyes that had Eris run his tongue over his teeth and give in, slowly resting his fists in her lap once more. He watched her silently, slowly inhaling and exhaling to calm himself, to calm the rage still sweeping through him so that Iris didn’t back away from him. Only when she had started dabbing at his cuts and running her fingers gently across them to heal, did she finally speak.

“You beat him to near death.” she commented.

“If you had let me, I would’ve killed him.”

Iris stopped and looked up at him. She watched him silently for a moment then her eyes fell back to his hands. “For me.” she stated.

“For you.” he confirmed, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He felt no hesitation in answering. None. And he straightened as that thought sobered him up completely.

He let it fall silent between them once more, observing her as she curled a strand of loose hair behind her ear then continued with his hands. Eris watched her face as he flexed a fist in her lap and Iris winced slightly, freezing for a moment. His face fell.

Trying to hide the slight desperation in his tone, he asked, “A question for a question.”

It made his heart clench when the corner of her mouth went up in a sad smile. “A question for a question.”

“Did I frighten you?”

She blinked at him in surprise. “No.”

“You flinched back when I flexed my hand.”

Iris’s lips went into a thin line but she fell silent. Eris watched her swallow, holding as still as possible, hearing how rapidly her heart beat. He wanted — gods, he wanted to soothe her. He wasn’t exactly sure how but cauldron, he wanted to bring her some peace. He wanted to pull her closer and — and — Eris licked his lips, his eyes darting all over the tight expression on her face and grimacing.

He had only held her in his arms for the first time last night. He didn’t realize wanting to hug someone would be so hard.

So he waited and did the only thing that felt most natural between them, he took her hand in his and gently ran his thumb against the back of it.

“He — he slammed me against the table so my lower back is a little sore. When I shifted just now, I felt the aftermath of that.” she explained calmly, her hands now resting beneath his. She carefully met his gaze.

And Eris waited again as she watched him. She swallowed then her face fell, her bottom lip trembling violently and Eris’s expression mirrored hers.

“Iris —”

“I talk a big game.” she said faintly. “But in the end when it comes to my father...I am nothing.”

Eris’s grip tightened on her hands. “Don’t you dare call yourself that. He is nothing. He is nothing but a piece of shit —”

But Iris squeezed his hands again and the sniffle that followed silenced Eris. “I am weak.” she whispered and her hands shook in his. “When it comes to him, I always am. I am glad you came but I still wish — I wish you hadn’t seen it.”

“Iris — no.” he breathed, and this time Eris did pull her closer, his fingers gently skimming her cheek and curling a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You and I — we — we’re two sides of the same coin, remember? I want to see. I want to know. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

“I’m — I’m not used to anyone seeing it when he acts like that.” she continued and looked anywhere but at him. “I don’t like this feeling.”

“Iris.” he said gently and pulled her chin towards him. It killed him to see the silver lining her eyes, to see that lip still trembling, to hear another sniffle. He still didn’t know how to soothe. He still wasn’t sure how to ease. All his life ever consisted of was chaos and yet — with her, everything seemed to calm. He met her gaze firmly, even as his own hand trembled lightly on her chin.

The words spilled out of him easily, as if they’d always been there, sitting on the tip of his tongue. “It’s just you and me. We are in this together and I want it all.”

Her eyes bore into his and she gently, slowly, took his hand in hers, bringing it to her cheek even as she sniffled. “You promise that?” she whispered, and Eris felt the breath nearly choke out of him at the sight of his hand on her face, at the feel of her skin still healing beneath his touch, that she had deliberately put it there herself.

“I promise.” he swore hoarsely, his thumb caressing reverently. “I know I broke my word today but I —”

“I know why you weren’t there. I knew he had something to do with it.” she said gently and shook her head. “I don’t blame you at all.”

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled and the familiar feeling of self-loathing began to fester in his chest. “I should’ve been — I was supposed to —”

Iris shook her head once more and took a breath. She tilted her head back, resting both of his hands in her lap once more, and blinked rapidly before sniffling then meeting his eyes again.

“This is why I am the way I am.” she mumbled. “The only thing I know how to do is fight, even when I am at my weakest. Even when I won’t win. He’s stifled me my whole life. Whether it’s through his words or his fists, all he ever did was bring me down. All I’ve known is this anger.” she bit her lip and quickly wiped angrily at a stray tear that fell. “For a while, I listened, let him do whatever he wanted without saying a word. I followed all his rules, all his requests...but then I realized whether I fought against him or not, his punishment was the same. He relished it.”

Her mouth twisted in disgust. “I was the enemy from the moment I took my first breath and it got worse and worse as I aged. He acts that way because he can. Because he has all the power to do so.” she said. She looked at Eris, then looked down at their hands in her lap, where he had started rubbing soothingly again. “With you...I expected a similar situation...but you could hurt me differently. You could hurt me a lot. In fact, I’m sure he counted on it.” she said with a hollow laugh. “But instead...you’re the first person to ever defend me. To actually listen to me and give me a chance. To ever show that you — you care.”

Eris watched her and pain wrapped itself around his wretched heart as she spoke because oh gods, did he care.

“Of course, I care.” he said tightly and then swallowed. “I — I know I’m not the most graceful with my words and I’m an ass most of the time but — Iris. You’re my wife. You’re — you’re my friend. Of course, I care.”

Iris met his eyes and then looked down at their hands once more. She took a breath and then met his gaze once more. “Well…that’s a relief, I suppose. Because I — I care about you too.” she said more shyly than she’d ever been with him. “And I want you to know that I am not afraid of your hands. You are my friend. You are my husband. I am not afraid of you.”

Eris closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath at her words then looked down at their hands, now intertwined.

“Those words…” he began then blew out a breath. “They mean more than you know.”

The corner of her mouth lifted for a moment. “What you did today means more than you know.”

“One word.” he vowed. “Just one — and I will gladly wipe him from existence.”

She gave him a sad smile. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”

Eris’s eyes roamed her face, wanting to say more — wanting to do more. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to hold her. He wanted so desperately, it hurt. But her bruises were still fresh and she still winced when she moved and Eris would be damned if he caused her any more discomfort.

What she clearly needed was some rest, some time to collect herself, and maybe some food. She didn’t need him pawing at her like one of his hounds. He was barely keeping it together as is.

“Why don’t you freshen up and get some rest?” he suggested, letting his thumb run across her hand one more time. “I will let Lucien and Elain know not to expect us today. We’ll go another time.”

“No!” Iris said, straightening with a wince. “I still want to go.”

Eris arched a brow and gave her a pointed look. “Are you sure? I want you to feel your best when we go.”

Though she flushed, she firmly squeezed his hands and gave him a pleading look. “I won’t let him ruin anything else for me. I’ve been looking forward to this and we still have time before we have to leave. I want to go.”

He realized again, as she gazed at him, that he would likely never refuse a request from her. Never put her in a position where she had to plead with him.

And oh, did Eris Vanserra realize how incredibly fucked he was when he sucked in a breath and then simply said, “Then we will go.”

Iris nodded as her shoulders sagged in relief then bit the corner of her lip, glancing at him and then down at their hands. “Before we go...do you think we can see the hounds for a moment?” she asked quietly. “They make me feel better.”

Eris gave her a small smile then squeezed her hands as she looked back at him. “Of course,” he said. “They make me feel better too.”

Iris shared a small smile with him and Eris watched her swallow, surprising him by leaning in closer. Eris froze and held his breath as she met his gaze then looked away, delighting him by placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. He hardly blinked, watching her slowly stand, her cheeks burning.

“Thank you.” she said softly. “I hope that was alright.”

It took him a minute to process the feeling of her lips on his skin. To hold himself back from pouncing on her to demand he feel those lips again elsewhere. “Very.” he said roughly. “It is always alright with you.”

Iris’s gaze dropped to her feet and the air between them seemed to shift. Despite the circumstances, despite what happened, it buzzed pleasantly.

“I’m — I’m going to go change.” she said, and again Eris noted that shyness in her tone again. A side of her he was definitely not used to.

“I’ll be right here.” he confirmed and with a small lift of her lips, she turned, heading towards their bathroom. She paused once, right in front of the same spot with the flecked blood and Eris watched her swallow hard before she hurried into the bathroom and shut the door firmly behind her.

He let out a breath, sagging against the couch, and closed his eyes momentarily.

Eris realized with alarming clarity, the depth of his feelings for her. He had felt this pull towards her gradually from the moment she threw that chair at him their first night together. But this constant desire to see her happy, to be the one to make her happy, to protect, to care for. He had certainly never felt like this before.

He ran shaky fingers through his hair, pulling at a lock to stare at it. He had woken up this morning instantly wanting to cut his hair — just because she had suggested it — because she liked the idea of him with shorter hair. The thought had made his body lock up in bed, knowing he would. He realized he would do just about anything for her.

And that — that terrified him. Because Eris wasn’t foolish. He had guessed at this emotion — this attachment, but it was with no confirmation and so he buried it deep enough to ignore it. Yet...he kept sinking around her.

Eris glanced at the bathroom door, listening to the sound of running water.

She was his wife. His friend. His partner. And today only solidified that he wouldn’t let a single thing harm her again. He’d kill it. Consequences be damned.

When Iris had finally emerged from the bathroom, freshened, and in a new dress, Eris was immaculate once more and already had the room cleaned and organized, with a tray of light snacks waiting on the table for her.

She paused at the threshold of their bathroom door and tried not to stare at him for too long, wondering how she would clamp down on the intensity of what she was feeling at the moment. He had nearly killed her father. Because of her. For her. He had not hesitated a single moment and Iris was nearly overwhelmed by the surge of emotion that hit her as she watched him shift the tray slightly, his back still to her.

When Iris had stepped into the bathroom and finally allowed the tears she’d been holding back to fall, Eris’s lingering touch had been the one to keep her from crumbling completely. She cried silently as she stripped the day dress she had been wearing and the tears continued to fall as she looked in the bathroom mirror to see the bruises. She let the tears continue as she washed away the ghost of her father’s hands and the sound of his hateful words, just as she had done every other time this happened over the years.

She let herself process and only when she could take a deep breath without tearing up, did she let herself heal her bruises, watching in the mirror as she began to slowly fix herself, as easily as the deep breath she took. It was thanks to Eris that she could master it enough to do it so easily. It was thanks to him that her father hadn’t done worse this time. It was thanks to him her father would hopefully never do it again.

The image of Eris’s wrath being unleashed on the person she hated most had filled her with a sense of vindication like no other. She hadn’t feared him for a moment. Only could watch as he raged for her.

Until he threw her father out. Until it hit her that Eris had seen what others had never seen on her.

Iris watched him now, fidgeting still with the tray and she looked down as her face flushed, biting her lip. Her eyes flicked to the now clean floor where the blood of her father had been spilled and she took a deep breath. She was fine. It would be okay.

She did not want his pity and he would not be the one to pity her.

So Iris sat with him at the table as he silently moved the tray towards her, watching her take a small bite. She had no appetite but with the intense way he watched her, she knew Eris wouldn’t budge until he was sure she ate something. So she indulged him.

Just as she had finally indulged in giving him a chaste kiss.

He continued to watch her as she finished, swatting her hand away with a scowl when she attempted to clean up, and shooed her away silently as he took over. She felt his eyes on her as she put the finishing touches on her dress, as she styled her hair, and much to Iris’s amusement, Eris continued to watch her intensely as they left the room and made their way to the hounds, his grip on her tightening whenever they passed others.

But she said nothing and he said nothing, only holding her closer against him, their hands interlaced the whole way.

A far cry from where the two had started.

Her heart beat wildly at how much she liked the way he watched her. His eyes didn’t watch her with pity or disdain. His gaze was a claiming, a look filled with emotions as mixed as her own.

And Iris knew without saying a word, Eris felt the whirlwind of feelings she was experiencing.

As they slipped into the kennel, Iris squeezed his hand gently and Eris reluctantly let her go, clasping his hands behind his back so she wouldn’t see his twiddling fingers. As the minutes passed and Eris watched Iris coo and cuddle with their hounds, he felt exceedingly pathetic as he physically restrained himself from touching her. Whatever cool, calm, and annoying demeanor he usually had vanished completely.

“Are you going to keep watching me like that?” Iris asked him quietly, a small smile on her face as she sat between the hounds, petting as they nuzzled into her enthusiastically. “I’m alright, you know.”

Eris gave her a half-smile. “I can’t help it that I find you incredibly breathtaking, wife.” he said with a shrug as Lyra came to nudge his side. His hand slid to scratch behind her ear. “Do you not want me to look at you?”

Iris bit her lip then slowly stood, turning towards Eris and he straightened at her solemn expression.

“You’re looking at me because you’re worried.” she said quietly and when he opened his mouth to respond, Iris held up a hand and then moved closer to him. “What happened between my father and I is something that I have had to, unfortunately, deal with for years but...I have learned to handle it as best as I can. To do what I can for myself and keep moving forward, even as he’s tried to paralyze him by his mere presence.” Iris closed her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath then exhaled softly, her expression easing as she looked at him. “I don’t want to give him any more power to dwell in my mind or to ruin anything else for me so please, don’t keep looking at me like I’m going to break. I think you, of all people, would understand this…I don’t want to think about him or anything that has to do with him anymore.”

Eris scanned her face and her stance as she spoke, her words mirroring so much of his own thoughts about his wretched father. He understood more than she’d realized.

He held out his hands and Iris raised a brow before slowly sliding her hands into his. “I want to make sure you’re alright. That is all.” he said quietly, and Iris gave him a small smile.

“Is it?” she asked. “You once told me not to pity you when it comes to your father and I told you that I expect the same from you.”

Eris’s mouth twisted into a frown. “I do not pity you. There is absolutely nothing to be pitied when it comes to you.” he muttered, and Iris squeezed his hands. “I look at you because I care about you and want to make sure you’re fine. I am a bastard in many ways but not when it comes to my duties. And it is my duty to pay attention to you.”

Her expression softened and Eris was thankful she looked away from him so she wouldn’t see his hard swallow at his own words. When she looked at him again, he squeezed her hands.

“You’re alright?” he asked.

“I am alright.” she confirmed softly and the corner of his mouth lifted.

“Then please note that at this moment, I am looking at you because I am simmering with carnal desire.” he teased gently. “No other reason whatsoever.”

“Ah, so your true intentions have emerged,” she said with a soft chuckle. “Please husband, you’ll scandalize the puppies.”

“Not puppies.” he replied, his lips twitching.

Eris simply watched her with a small smile that Iris shyly returned and once again, said nothing more. Last night in each other’s arms had certainly shifted things between them but he wasn’t sure if he could handle any more of the feelings he was failing miserably to push down.

His wretched heart leaped into his throat when she stepped back, then interlaced their fingers again, the gesture so comfortable and normal, it made Eris’s throat tighten. His heart continued to thump wildly as they said goodbye to his hounds and made their way to the winnowing point, his mind whirling a thousand thoughts a minute.

“Do you have Lucien’s letter from your mother?” she asked quietly. “And our house gift?”

“I have the letter and sent the gift ahead.”

“Did you write a nice note?” she asked him and Eris couldn’t stop staring at her face, scrunched in all seriousness. “I didn’t get a chance to.”

“Yes.” he answered, distracted momentarily by how she bit her lip and then cleared his throat. “I said it was from you to Elain specifically and that Lucien can choke on a dick.”

Iris stopped in her tracks, narrowing her eyes. “You did not.”

Eris smirked as his eyes locked on her face and gave her a nonchalant shrug. “You’ll see for yourself when we get there.”

Iris shot him a glare and the look was one he was so used to, he couldn’t help but tilt his head back with a laugh. He pulled her closer into his side as he grinned down at her but Iris only squinted at him.

“You’re so annoying.”

“I know.”

“Sometimes I really can’t stand you.”

“I know that too.”

Iris rolled her eyes then gently knocked her shoulder against him and Eris’s mouth tilted up, all the feelings in his chest unfurling. He couldn’t stop staring at her. He also really felt like vomiting.

“If you know you’re being annoying and that I can’t really stand you, why do you behave the way that you do?” she asked, pursing her lips and Eris chuckled at her failed attempt to hide a smile.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t obsessed with how magnificent I am, wife. I can see the lust in your eyes.” he said quietly, his free hand threading a loose curl between his fingers and then tugging on it gently. “Will you be able to control yourself while we winnow or will I need to get myself a shield for additional protection?”

“You’re the one who looks like you’re going to faint every time I touch you.” she mumbled and scrunched her nose, avoiding his gaze when he chuckled again.

“It must be the witchcraft in your touch.” he replied and held out his hand.

Iris’s lips twitched as she met his gaze, sliding her hand into his and said, “Maybe one day I’ll put a spell on that mouth of yours to get some peace and quiet.”

“And go a moment without hearing my voice? Why do you insist on making things so difficult for yourself?” Eris tsked with a raised brow and Iris rolled her eyes.

“Too cocky for your own good, prince.”

“Confident just the right amount I’d say, my lady.”

Iris shook her head with a small smile, but she didn’t look away from him and Eris couldn’t look away from her if he tried. He thought back to their first night together and how he had craved something normal then. How unexpected it had come. How delightful it was. A simple joy he had not experienced...in so long. A joy he wasn’t sure he rightly deserved but would latch on to with everything he had.

“Ready to see the Day Court?” he finally asked and Iris smiled at him.

“Oh yes.” she began and Eris stilled as she faced him, her free hand smoothing a nonexistent crease on his shirt. “But before we go, I need to give you something.”

Eris arched a brow and tried not to be too distracted by how much of her body was touching his. How right she felt, holding his hand and looking up at him with such an open look in her eyes. Her bruises had faded completely but only because he was looking for them, did he still see the shadows of them and tried to hold back his anger from flaring up.

He focused on her eyes instead.

“Yes, wife?” he murmured, and Iris squeezed his hand before slipping it free, sliding both hands down the fabric of her plum-colored dress instead. Eris’s eyes followed her hands and he took in the cinched waist of the dress, tied with a pretty bow in the middle — the delicate sleeves, the modest cut of her cleavage that gave him a small tease. He couldn’t stop himself from sliding a hand to gently tug on the bow, looking up just in time to see Iris’s flushed face giving him a knowing look.

“Focus.”

“I am very focused.”

“On what I would like to say, please.” she said with amusement. “You can tug on the bow all you like, it’s not going to budge.”

“Not if I have anything to do with it.” He said with a smirk but obediently let his hands fall back to his side.

Iris only rolled her eyes. “I look presentable, then?”

The corner of his mouth lifted as Eris looked up to meet her gaze. “You look beautiful.” he said simply.

Iris flushed and bit her lip, looking down to where his hands rested at his sides then slowly, carefully, she moved them to settle on her hips instead. Iris’s hands slowly moved to settle on his chest and Eris felt his heart short circuit. “Before I give you this something I want to give, I would like to tell you something.” she whispered with a little smile.

“Tell me what?” he asked helplessly and he couldn’t take his eyes off her stunning face, off those beautiful hooded hazel eyes that seemed to look into his very soul.

“I wanted to tell you again...thank you.” she said and the little shy smile blessed her face once more. “For defending me.”

Eris swallowed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her stunning face. He could only murmur, “Nothing to thank for. I only did as a husband should.”

“And for being my friend.” she added softly, the smile still there as his heart thumped too loudly.

“I’m — I’m happy to be your friend, Iris.” he said with a small smile of his own, his hands tightening on her waist.

“I am happy to be yours too, Eris.” she replied with a small chuckle and if possible, moved into him closer. “Even though you are very obnoxious, and I was very prepared to hate you for as long as possible.”

Eris let out a choked laugh, tightening his hold on her. “Can’t blame you, my reputation precedes me.”

“I do recall you saying it was catered to a specific audience,” she said, spreading her fingers across this chest. “I don’t think I’m part of that category anymore.”

“You never were.” he said with a chuckle. “You did just say you like being my friend.”

Iris’s gaze dropped to her hands then flickered back to meet his. “I do.” she said quietly. “But I think — I think I’m ready to be a little more than that with you.”

Eris felt the air leave his body, barely blinked — barely had a moment to hear what she said as the only warning he received was the mischievous glint in her eyes before her hands curled into the front of his tunic and she yanked him down to her, her lips finally, finally meeting his.

He felt the world tilt, wondering if he had stumbled into a daydream until Iris leaned into him more firmly, pressing her body into him, and the soft noise that slipped from her lips had Eris’s body unlocking immediately.

And gods, if she wasn’t the most divine creature he had the pleasure of kissing. Kissing her ignited every ember of fire in his heart, his heart that was dangerously close to bursting out of his damn chest. Eris let her lead for a moment, let her nip at his lips as her fingers tightened into his tunic and he let her pull away for a second — just to breathe — so he could look into her eyes and her flushed face — ensuring that indeed, this wasn’t some kind of strange hallucination.

And then Eris was on her.

Her full lips were soft, welcoming to his own and Eris groaned at the taste of her. He leaned into her desperately, a hand cupping the back of her head while the other rested on her lower back as he dipped her slightly, pouring himself into the kiss and Iris returned it with a fervor he would be delighted to think about later.

He kissed her and she kissed him, the heated claiming saying all the words they wished to say but couldn’t just yet. A kiss that seemed to soothe all the jagged ends of his soul. A kiss where their jaded spirits met their tired bones.

And it was as he pulled her closer into him, drunk on the taste of her lips did he feel the thread between them, thumping in his bloodstream. The same thread he had seen before, that he now understood had woven around his wretched heart. The thread that pulled.

It hummed the one word he had been waiting for — Mate.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Because I feel feral!Hank or Hank in general does not get enough love. Here's some ideas for him"

-Because he's covered in fur, he puts out a lot stronger pheromones than the other ferals. If he were to not shower for a while, even non-ferals would start to smell it too. So he takes extra care when washing as to not assualt anyone's senses. But it's very useful for scent marking his bby.

- The obsessively cleanliness and lab safety protocol means his bby also gets regularly cleaned.

- imagine him and his bby doing science together with matching lab coats. Do it. For the good of your heart.

- He definitely keeps planner for his heats, or any other Feral related things. It completely separate from his normal one.

- Remember, he's got brains and brawn. So no matter how big his kid is, they will be picked up.

- if his bby is a clone of him like Laura is to Logan, he is gonna be so protective and worried. Constantly worried something is gonna take them away from him or that unseen damage from the experiments are gonna catch up to them like how the adamantiam is poisoning Logan in the movie, Logan.

- he watches his bby through the mansion cameras.

- he'll allow reader around Logan and others but none else

He is such a proud, protective, and cuddly papa/mentor. He's such a nice guy, too. Seriously.

• Hank is making sure he and Reader and the other teens are eating three square meals a day, have nutritional snacks, are getting rest when they need it, and makes sure sure drink their water

• He's making sure he and Reader have matching lab coats. If he has a lanyard with Bones (aka Dr. McCoy) from Stsr Trek from Reader, he is keeping it on him at all times

• Loves hugs, gives them all the time, will accept any hugs from his bby. If he goes into instincts, he's basically just cuddling them and Logan amd Kurt and Laura in a dog pile of fluff amd blankets, happily getting some much needed sleep with his friends and family!

• Checks Reader over any time they feel sick or get a wound dirty or got in an accident. He uses the cute character bandaids for Reader and the others teens. Makes sure everyone takes their medicine if they're sick or have a prescription. Believes chicken noodle soup is a godsend and will feed it to the kids and adults when it's flu season

• Is very very clean. Will keep himself groomed, he's washing his fur every day, trins it in the summer, etc. . Definitely makes sure the kids and Logan shower and bathe regularly. He will NOT have them getting sick or infected because they weren't clean! He's looking at you, Logan!

• Loves making science experiments with Reader. They've made slime, they've looked over preserved animals in jars, they studied chicken eggs for its incubation period (and gave the chickens a good home), have tested what liquids are heavier than others, have made soda volcanoes together, etc.

• Reads books to Reader. Especially Shakespeare and fairy tales, because they're classics

• If he goes into instincts and finds our someone hurt Reader or any of his kids, he's NOT going easy on them. Terrifies the cr*p out of whoever hurt them, hunts them, scares them half to death, and once they've fainted from fear or wet themselves, he's gone- (back to Reader and the teens because, look, kits, he took care of it, it's safe now, no need to worry anymore-!)

• If Reader was a clone of him, he is taking very good care of them. He's monitoring them and their health, he's giving them therapy, he's making sure they aren't overwhelmed, he's giving him medicine when they're being too stubborn, he makes sure they have everything and anything they need. He's looking his care through providing any help they need, medical or emotional or physical. The moment he thinks Reader is being poisoned or dying from a past experiment, Hank is checking them over and running tests. His kit is NOT DYING on HIS watch! Now eat your stew, drink your water, and take the medicine-!

• Will spy on Reader through the cameras and keeps track of where they've been. If he thinks Reader is out too long or he catches them in a lie, he is making them stay at the mansion and starting lessons on what is and isn't good behavior. Trusts Reader, but knows they're not going to tell him everything, so he does his best to know everything through other means

• Is usually a 9/10, but when he's more paranoid, it gets closer to 7.5/10 or a 6/10

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lovejosephquinn · 2 years

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Under 18's DNI & if you're not interested in Joe smut, please scroll ahead, tysm.

Credit to my bby @joejoequinnquinn for finding the perfect image

I'm sorry for my brain computing pervy!Joe. I just-

Joe wasn't able to get you out of his brain, you're only friends and you always have been but to him it goes so much deeper than that. He's lost in his head going crazy about you, not necessarily thinking of the way you'd look all pretty on your knees for him, or the way you'd look throwing your head back as your cunt devoured his length, even the way your hips bucked up as his lips sucked on your clit, no it goes way more intimate than the filthy kind.

It was the way you smiled, the way you laughed at him when he delivered a funny statement, the several ways that you'd touch him in approval of what he said. The way you rolled your eyes and scrunched your nose up at his sarcasm, the way you hugged him tight in hello's and goodbye's. The way you danced around all silly being your natural self, singing along to the car radio in the passenger seat, the way you'd text him randomly throwing him off as he didn't expect to hear from you that day.

That was when he found himself laid out on the sofa that evening scrolling through his camera roll when he came across a photo he'd taken of you at a party, smiling sweetly and posing for the picture, the way your cleavage busted out, the way your hair stroked your collar bone, just the general beauty of you had him palming at his jeans, the bulge tightening beneath his touch as he gasped for air; not being able to think of anything else but you. "My god, you're so beautiful love." Joe choked out, undoing the zipper and button to make the throbbing of his now fully thick erection easier to attend to. Sliding down his jeans and teasing himself by stroking the sides of his cock, he whimpered deep from his throat as his retinas burnt through his phone screen. The chocolate eyes were no where to be seen, just darkened fully dilated pupils.

Not being able to take anymore of the self inflicted mess he was creating, Joe pulled himself to drown his thoughts in the shower, to let all the deep desire and frustration out on himself the way he knew only how. As he stripped down stark naked, waiting for the shower to warm up, he tossed his phone to the side leaving your image on his screen well enough still in his sight; taking one last look he stepped under the water and closed the glass door shut.

Wetting his whole body, the steam hitting his face making his cheeks blush, his cock still stood proud and there you were when he shut his eyes tight, on your knees before him taking little kitten licks on his tip, he could hear your giggle, your eyes staring up into his as you took him into your mouth. "I need to show that pretty little mouth what it does to me Y/N." That was when he came back down to reality, his eyes shooting open, he looked down to see his fist tightly gripped to his shaft, pumping slowly as beads of pre-cum descended onto the floor. If this was the only way to see you in this way, so be it.

Pressing his arm onto the wall across from him and leaning his forehead against it, Joe's mouth gaped open as he took faster strides up and down, jerking harshly and letting out breathy groans, edging himself on further until his eyes shut once more to keep the day dream going. He pictured you patiently waiting for his seed, mouth wide open, tongue sticking out whilst you finger fucked your hole in anticipation. "Y-yeah you w-want my cum? I k-know you want me, I w-want you so f-fucking bad." He stuttered out, flashing his eyes open once more to find his new demeanour was his hips thrusting into his fisted grip. Joe swatted his head round just seeing the image of you on his phone screen through the distorted, condensed glass.

His eyes shut once more as his hips picked up the pace, you were now bent over and his fist was now the walls of your cunt, taking every inch of him as he rammed into you as hard as he could go. "Your pussy is fucking heaven baby, you feel so tight, oh shit-" His eyes immediately rolled to the back of his head as he felt the intensity of the climax building. "Fuck yes, f-fucking yes Y/N. You don't know what you do to me. I- I'm going to cum, I-I'm so close." Joe moaned out, twisting his wrist in circular motions, the water bouncing onto the tip of his cock only urging him to finish.

Glancing down at the careless way he was abusing his cock, his breathing ruptured. As if the echoing of the bathroom tiles weren't enough to louden his noise, the way he cried out your name would surely do it. His cock burst in that moment, cum spewing in every corner of the four walls of the shower block, coating the ever growing load over his thick fingers. "Holy shit." Joe sighed sharply, shuddering the tingly sensation that fell from head to toe as he rid out his orgasm.

Once cleaned up and ready to get out, Joe dried himself off, slipping the towel around his waist and grabbing his phone, slowly walking into the bedroom and planting himself down on the edge of his bed. Head in his hands, he felt like he'd degraded the both of you to his horny, filthy thoughts, without even you knowing a thing.

Joe unlocked his screen, taking one last look at the photo, biting the edge of his thumb, his soft eyes relaxed as he took you in once more. "One day, I'll tell you the truth." He smiled slight, but not enough to catch a happy emotion at a crime he'd felt like he'd just committed, sure there was nothing wrong with lusting over your friend, a friend that he clearly liked more than a friend, but that was the furthest his mind had ever taken him. Locking his phone and throwing it to the other side of the bed, he laid back, rubbing his hands over his face, making a pact that he was sure to let you know the way he felt, sooner rather than later hopefully. One day he might.

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swampstew · 1 year

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hii raven!! i hope you're doing okay 🤲💓 could i ask for law and NSFW prompt 3 for your Captains mini-event? much love!!

Hiiii Ceb bby♥ I'm happy to end this fun little event with your request♥ You requested NSFW, Subtle Intimacy, and I'm happy to present you with [ Hair ] sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards.

Oh Captain, My Captain Law

Warnings: Spicy, Transmasc reader (no pronouns used and light mention of reader anatomy mentioned), handjob/handplay in the submarine, Law being Sassy™ Word count: 587 Minors DNI - you will be blocked.

Lightning ran through your body the moment Law’s finger grazed your ear. You tensed and he tensed for a moment too – before he finished tucking the stray hair behind your ear.

“Was that not ok?”

“No! No. I mean yes! Ah! I’m sorry I meant yes, it was ok. I didn’t mind!” your fists clenched tight as you held them to your sternum, eyes wide in exasperation. It happened every time. Every time he touched your body you felt your nerve endings light up through your central nervous system, flustering you in front of the man you admired most. Adored the most.

Secretly pined for the most.

Law smirked at you, and his fingers crept towards your face once more. Your breath hitched in anticipation and he absolutely saw.

“Missed one,” he whispered, tucking another strand of hair behind your opposite ear, only that time, his touch lingered. His fingers trailed to behind your lobe, then down to the nape of your neck. “Have I ever told you I like you hair?”

It’s hard to tell who moved first but suddenly both your heads instinctively tucked at an angle as your lips crashed into each other. Both his hands pulled at your roots as he angled your head up to his, slipping his tongue past yours in a battle of dominance.

Passionately kissing you while squeezing at your trapezius. Law began grinding his erection against you as his fingers tweaked your sensitive zones. He bit lightly on your lower lip before devouring your mouth again.

“Do you mind this?” he whispered before he pulled the hem of your stretchy sweatpants to snap against your goosebump riddled skin.

You gasped out loud before giving out a shaky nod, “W-wh-whatever you do—” you struggled to pant out through Law’s wandering fingers inside your underwear “—I can d-do better.” His eyes widened in surprise then amusement, watching your hand shyly pull at his button and zipper.

“Wanna bet?”

Caged against the steel wall by Law, he held one arm on the wall above your shoulder as his other hand strobed your sex, spreading your wetness as you mewled. You copied his actions and elicited a pleased sigh from the Captain.

He dropped his face down to suck on your neck as his pace grew noticeably sloppier – you maintained your pace and grip, firmly stroking his lengthy shaft with swift precision. With a twist of your wrist on the upwards slide, the mushroom tip spewed with sticky white all over your hand. His gray eyes were widened orbs – amazed, overwhelmed, lovestruck. A final rope of cum shot from your slowing motions and landed on your skewed sweatpants.

Law’s hand was re-energized and moved swiftly, immediately making you squirm in his hand. He rubbed his still dribbling cock against your exposed hip bone as his fingers worked their magic, returning his lips to bite at your neck. While you whimpered he husked into your ear, “I learned something new.”

He kissed you and held you to the wall as Law applied the trick you did for him to your own pleasure, and your reaction told him he was doing it right. Three seconds later and you came all over Law’s hand.

“Sh-shit. You learned that well far too quickly,” you pouted.

“I’ve always been a quick study,” Law chuckled. “C’mon, let’s change and talk about our bet.”

“But we didn’t actually bet anything.”

“I did, a date. I lost so now you have to take meon one.”

“EXCUSE ME?”

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naavispider · 2 years

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OMG I HAVE A GIGABRAIN IDEA, THE MOST AMAZING PROMPT IM SURE YOU’LL FIND IT INTERESTING

A SEA STORM

AND SPIDER GETS THROWN OFF BOARD BY A WAVE

AND IF WHEN QUARITCH SAVES HIM HE SEES SPIDER HAS NO MASK SO HE TRIES TO GET HIM BACK ABOARD AS FAST AS POSSIBLE WHILE HIS BBY HYPERVENTILATES TRYING TO BREATHE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

This ask has been in my inbox for AGES (I'm so sorry) but every time I look at it I DIE thinking about it. Not Spider being thrown off the ship by a wave 😭😭 Here's a little crack drabble 😭

Spider grabbed for the nearest railing as the ship bowed again, dropping steeply as it descended the crest of another tremendous wave, sending Spider's stomach flying up through his throat. His feet left the deck and he clung to the wet railing as tightly as he could. He needed to get inside, now.

“Spider!” He thought he could hear distant shouts calling his name, but they were lost to the wind and sea spray that assaulted his face, obscuring his mask. Then, the ship slammed back down onto the surface of the churning ocean, sending Spider hard to the floor. The force of it was so great that he momentarily lost his grip on the slippery railing, and with a jolt of panic found himself sliding along the deck in the direction of the stern of the ship. He was going to be washed away. He scrabbled desperately to find something - anything - to cling on to, but the metal deck was perfectly smooth, and he couldn’t control the direction he was sliding in.

He felt the burn of the friction on his exposed skin, but it was overpowered by the dreadful realization that another wave was looming behind the ship - and he was headed straight for it. Thunder cracked and lightning illuminated the silhouette of the 70 foot wave. Spider stared at it for a moment that contained an eternity.

This was it.

It was going to crash down on them, and he would be lost to the sea. He didn’t have time to say a prayer to Eywa, because he hit the railing at the stern with an almighty crash, unable to brace himself in time. Pain bloomed in his side - it felt like he’d cracked at least a hundred bones with the impact. He reached his hands to grip on, and braced himself for the seconds before the wave crashed down. He didn’t look up to see his fate, but the darkening of the light around him told him that the wave was upon them… it was right above them… any minute now…

He took the deepest breath he was capable of, and braced.

Water slammed into him from above with the force of a thousand direhorses. His skin burned and his body crumpled under the weight of the onslaught. He had no choice but to let go of the railings, knowing his fate was sealed. Water was all around him. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t even feel anything. He was lost, tumbling and swirling in a freezing void of grey. Panicked seconds passed, and still he was submerged. The deck was gone from below him. Something was wrong, he should have come up for air by now. He didn’t know where he was, his lungs had frozen up from the icy water and nothing made sense.

He kicked out against the water, not caring about anything other than finding the surface. His hands reached upwards - or what he assumed was upwards - to try and claw himself towards air, and it was at that point that his fingers brushed past the tubing of his mask. It was floating next to his neck, unconnected to anything. He’d been holding his breath instinctively, but more panic surged through him as he realised the mask was compromised… the exopack had been ripped away by the storm surge.

He kicked violently towards where the water seemed lighter - surely that was the surface. He continued to be battered and thrown constantly, but he never gave up. He had to make it.

Just when he was sure his lungs couldn't hold out any longer, his fingers found air, and his head quickly followed. He breached the surface with a gasp of grateful air - completely forgetting that the Pandoran atmosphere was no longer filtered for him.

Immediately, his head began to swim and dizziness clouded over his brain like a fog. He gasped for breath again - the only thing he could possibly do.

As he knew it would, the dizziness doubled in ferocity and the backs of his eyes burned. This was it. This was how he went. He closed his eyes against the pain, and his final thoughts were a plea to Eywa for acceptance.

*****

“Shit, Colonel, he’s overboard!” came a shout from Wainfleet, struggling to be heard over the roar of the storm.

The recoms were clinging to the rail on the starboard side of the top deck, but when a wave had swept Spider away towards the stern, they’d screamed after him.

Quaritch wasn’t waiting to be told. He had been fighting his way towards Spider since the first waves had crashed on the ship, but the kid was so small and fragile and… human. He simply couldn’t hold onto anything against the force of the water.

“Spider!” Quaritch screamed for the hundredth time in the past half an hour. Where was he? He’d gone.. disappeared over the side. Quaritch couldn’t see him. He ran as best as he could towards the stern, but the swaying of the boat made him slow. Waves crashed against him, but he made it. His eyes scanned the churning ocean, but it was a nightmare. The water was grey, frothing, and choppier than Quaritch had ever seen on Earth, even including the gigantic sea storms as the planet cried out to be saved. It was apocalyptic.

It was hopeless.

Wainfleet staggered up behind him, and a second later he was followed by Z-dog and Mansk, all of them desperately scanning the waves for signs of Spider.

“There!” Z-dog shouted, pointing to a spot a hundred feet away.

Quaritch searched the waves desperately, finally catching sight of a tiny head bobbing at the surface, a ragdoll in the waves.

Without thinking, Quaritch leapt head first into the waves. He hit the water hard - he knew that if he were still human, he never would have survived it. It was stupid. It was necessary. It was the only thing he could do.

Relishing in his Na’vi strength and stamina, he furiously swam towards the spot he’d last seen Spider. Waves towered over him now, and it was difficult to keep sight of the boy. When the next wave lowered, he found him again. Spider was floating twenty feet away, and Quaritch finally reached him, breathless and lungs burning.

Shit.

Spider’s exopack was missing. Quaritch turned the unconscious boy over in his arms, searching for the equipment as if it would just be floating nearby. Heart pounding, he found the disconnected tubing that connected Spider’s mask to the bare Pandoran atmosphere.

“Fuck!” he shouted, turning back to the ship and dragging the boy with him. Wainfleet was at the deck, still clinging on, and he threw a buoy over the side that Quaritch made a beeline for. It was difficult enough keeping his own head above water, let alone the unconscious Spider’s. He didn’t have time to worry about it though. The kid had been without oxygen for too long, too many precious minutes. He finally reached the buoy, and the next thing he heard was the sound of chopping cutting through the air from a Sampson gunship above them. He gasped for breath, looking up at the dark sky and praying that the monstrous waves would relent for just another minute.

“Come on, Spider, hold on!” he shouted at his son’s empty face. He ripped the boy’s mask off, since he noticed with a jolt that it had started to fill with water. “Shit!” Mansk and Z-dog appeared on hoists from the floating Sampson above their heads. “Give him here,” Z-dog shouted as she pulled Spider from the Colonel’s arms, signalling to the pilot of the aircraft to hoist them up. Spray splattered the group as Quaritch grabbed onto Mansk to be pulled up himself.

“His mask disconnected!” he shouted. “Radio the med bay now!”

Mansk did so and they were lifted into the Sampson. As soon as Quaritch unclipped himself, he staggered straight over to Spider, fitting him with a fresh mask before checking for a pulse. It was there, faintly, but the kid wasn’t breathing. “Fuck!” he shouted. What did he do now?

*******

Spider woke up in a brightly lit room. The first thing he became aware of was his pounding headache, his burning throat, and pain all over the right side of his chest.

He tried to make a sound, but all that came out was a dry rasp. Then he tried to sit up, but that was no good either. He cried out when his ribs protested harshly.

He looked around, trying to assess where he was and what had happened. He was on the Sea Dragon - he recognised the decor. But this was a different part of the ship. It was white, sterile, and filled with medical equipment. So, the med bay.

At that point, the doors to the left opened noisily and in strolled Quaritch, looking frantic and haggard, as if he hadn’t slept in days. Deep lines littered his forehead, and there were purple shadows under his eyes. Spider tried to croak a snide comment, but found his head hurt too much to even think of forming words.

“Spider!” The recom’s face came back to life when he realised he was awake. His eyes widened in a mixture of relief and concern, and he crossed the room quickly to kneel next to Spider’s bed.

“Jesus kid, you had us worried there!” He placed an uncertain hand on Spider’s arm.

Spider looked at him through bleary eyes, valiantly trying to form a sentence in his mind before exerting the effort of speech. “Wh-” he cleared his throat painfully. “What happened?”

Quaritch huffed in fake amusement. “Well, you’re a little survivor is what happened. The storm threw you overboard and you lost your exopack. I jumped in to get you, and we managed to pull you out.”

Spider frowned slowly. “Y-you… jumped in?”

“Yeah. Don’t let it go to your head though… I’m a natural swimmer and I’d have done it for any unlucky bastard that fell in.” Spider stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or not. He couldn’t tell if Quaritch was being serious. He couldn’t tell much of anything right now.

“You’re still pretty out of it, huh?” Quaritch asked. “You should get some rest… I’ll leave you alone to sleep.”

“No!” Spider surprised himself with the sudden steadiness of his voice. “You- you don’t have to…” he muttered, embarrassed at the way he was coming across.

Quaritch considered him for a moment, before grinning slyly, and settling back into the chair.

Spider let himself relax back into the sheets, and as soon as he had closed his eyes again he was passed out, safe in the knowledge that Quaritch would look out for him.

#thank you for sending this #it was very amusing #sorry it never became part of If You Playing Me #but hopefully a one shot will do 💞💞#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #one shot #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #atwow

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duhnova · 2 years

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give me more | wen junhui

wen junhui x fem?reader

word count: ~1.4k

@housewifehui because i’m a menace and this is what real crimes against huihuis looks like - also thank you @onlyseokmins for proofing for me bby, mwah <3

warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), throat training (kind of), deep throating, face fucking, pillow humping/riding, use of a strap (it’s kind of big too), sub!jun, domish!reader, hair pulling, slight cum eating, aftercare, let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (me and elv tried)

jun was a mess, drool dripping all down his chin and tear stains on his cheeks as he tried to force more of your neon pink strap down his throat. he was determined to deep throat all eight inches after you cooed and joked about him not being able to handle all of it after he cried while trying to ride you for the first time last week.

“easy boy,” you mumble as you hold his hair in a makeshift ponytail. “don’t forget to breathe.” you pull him off of it enough for him to take a deep breath through his nose before he’s pushing forward again, his eyes rolling a little when it hits the back of his throat.

when you had gotten the strap in the mail you were both surprised to see they sent you the wrong size, the original one was two inches smaller and a little less girthy; since it was going to be jun’s first time ever taking a strap you wanted to start slow and build your way up to something bigger. instead of allowing you to send it back, jun was insistent that he could handle it (though the first time you didn’t even get to bottom out before he was falling apart and cumming all over himself).

“i can take more,” he pants quietly after you pull him off of your strap when he looked like he was going to pass out. “please let me try again.” his eyes began to water as his bottom lip jutted out.

“prepping your throat takes time,” you pet his hair gently before moving your hand to cup his cheek. “you shouldn’t force yourself to take it all down in one night, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“no i won’t.” he pouts as he leans forward to take the tip of it in his mouth again, swirling his tongue a little as he flutters his eyelashes at you.

“you’re such a brat,” you moan quietly at the sight, your fingers twitching in his hair before you’re tugging him forward as you buck your hips a little. he lets out a surprised sound before he’s groaning around the silicone cock in his mouth. his eyes flutter closed as he hums, his lips stretched a little thin as he takes in half an inch more than before. “and a whore.” you mumble to yourself as you watch him lazily.

one thing you’ve learned over the years with jun is that he’s very stubborn, once his mind is set on something he wants, he’ll get it. right now was one of those times. his hands moved to grip at the back of your thighs so he has more leverage to bob his head.

“you look so pretty like this,” you coo as you watch more of the strap slide into his mouth little by little. “mouth stuffed full.” you buck your hips forward again, laughing a little when his fingers dig into the back of your thighs and his eyes water.

jun tries to moan around the fake cock in his mouth but it comes out in a broken hum instead as he bobs his head faster. the room fills up with lewd wet sounds as the drool drips down his chin and onto the bed you two are situated on.

“so good,” you whine quietly at the sight of jun finally taking every inch of your strap. his nose nestled against your pelvic bone as he stays there for a second to allow his throat to adjust before he’s pulling off just enough to breathe through his nose before he’s taking it all in again. “such a good boy.” you thrust your hips forward to fuck his face a little as he looses his rhythm. his hips begin to rock against the air as he tries to find some relief for himself as he lets you use his mouth.

“are you getting desperate baby?” he tries to nod his head but he just gags more when the strap constricts his airway more. he whines when you pull all the way out of his mouth but he takes the opportunity to gulp in air. “here.” you grab one of his pillows and push it between his legs. jun whimpers a little at the contact against his throbbing cock.

“what… what do you want me to do?” he looks up at you with a pout, tears sticking to his eyelashes.

“i want you to ride it like the little whore you are.” he lets out a whine at the name before he's stuffing the pillow farther between his legs, finding the right position for him to grind against it. he lets out a shaky moan as his fingers dig into the pillow as he grinds against it harder, essentially fucking it into the mattress as precum leaks all over the pink silk pillowcase. “feel good?” you smirk when he moans louder and nods, his eyes fluttering closed.

“so good,” his voice his shaky, his moans getting louder. “want more.”

“more?”’ you scoff a little before you're grabbing his hair again, a malicious smirk on your face. “i’ll give you more.” almost instantly jun opens his mouth, wanting you to fuck his face again. moaning lowly at the sight of his tongue sticking out you grip his hair tighter before guiding his face towards the strap that was still glistening with his spit.

he moans around the fake cock as it slides down his throat easier than before. once you’re fully bottomed out in his mouth you’re relentless in the way you thrust your hips, loving the wet gagging sounds he was making. his fingers dig into the pillow more as he rocks his hips faster as he tries to meet every one of your thrusts, his nose bumping against your pelvic everytime.

you move to rest both of your hands on the back of his head to give yourself more leverage as you fuck his throat a little harder, his moans getting louder as his eyes roll back. his orgasm was fast approaching as his hips get sloppier and he lets the momentum of your hips rock him against the pillow that was squished against the bed between his thighs that were butterflied out.

“you look so pretty falling apart like this.” you moan at the sight as your rhythm slows down but your thrusts are still deep and hard. it didn’t take long for jun to finally cum, the thick hot ropes shooting out all over the pillow and his stomach. you bite your lip as you just hold jun in place for a second before letting his head go to allow him to pull off on his own.

“felt… good..” he pants quietly, his voice hoarse as he coughs a little. his eyes flutter open and they’re still blown with lust as he leans down to lick the little bit of cum he got on your legs before he kisses up to your thighs where he licks at the juices that were flowing out of you in waves. “thank you.” he mumbles before he pulls away to sit back on his heels to wait for your next move.

“i’m glad it felt good,” you smile gently before running your fingers through his hair. “let’s get you cleaned up and some hot tea.”

“but,” he pouts, “you still haven’t had an orgasm yet.”

“that’s ok baby,” you laugh quietly before getting off the bed to take the strap off, tossing it to the side to clean later. “if you do as i say i’ll let you fuck me in your hoodie later.” he was quick to scramble off the bed, his legs a little shaky. he lets you guide him to the bathroom where you both take a quick shower before he’s helping you pull the sheets off the bed to throw in the washer with the dirty pillowcase.

“we’ll just buy you a new pillow later.” you mumble not wanting to deal with the big pillow fitting in the tiny washer you own.

“what am i supposed to sleep with then.” he huffs as he watches you throw it away.

“you have one pillow left,” you roll your eyes fondly. “or you can use one of the couch pillows.”

“not the same,” he wraps his arms around your waist from behind as he tries to walk with you like that. “i’ll just use you as my pillow instead.” he smiles into your neck when you huff but reluctantly agree knowing he’ll end up with his face buried in your chest anyways.

#svthub #jun smut #junhui smut #wen junhui smut #seventeen smut #svt smut

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ladylooch · 10 months

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Tying Kevin up to a chair and making him lose his mind with hands, mouth, tongue... 😋😈

A/N: This is completely self indulgent. And I made it soft in the end cause I need that scene like BREATH right now. Fuck me good and make me feel safe. That’s the dream bbys. Thank you for this ask… it has taken awhile to get here, but I hope it is worth the wait 😘

This is part of Letters in Your Last Name because I literally went to post this and assumed it said Sam and Kevin originally and it absolutely did not ☠️

Word count: 1.6k

“Which one?” I ask Kevin, holding up the two tie options to him.

“Left.” He says after licking his lips. “I’m wearing the other one to the game tomorrow. Can’t have it wrinkled.”

I toss that one onto the dining room table, then step forward with the burgundy one. My eyes go to the tent just under the thick band of Swedish underwear he is wearing. I walk towards him, barefoot and only in a bra and panties. Slowly, I lower myself onto his lap. I run my gaze along the handsome features of his face. Flecks of gold are pronounced in his eyes with the fading sunlight of our spacious home. I tilt my head to the side, then grab both of his wrists. I pull them down from my hips and behind his back.

“You gonna be nice to me?” Kevin whispers. His voice is husky, dripping with a desire that makes me wet for him. I brush my nose along his jaw as I twist down with the tie. I wrap it around his wrists twice, then cross the two ends and tighten them closed. Kevin chases my face, kissing my cheeks, urging me to turn so our lips can connect. “You gonna fuck me like a good girl?” He whispers against my wet mouth.

“I don’t know… you’ve been kinda bad.” I say, pulling enough away that his lips can’t reach mine anymore. No problem for Kevin. He drops his face to rest between my plumped breasts. I’m wearing a new push up bra that has everything perfectly in place. He bites down on my skin, leaving an instant red mark.

“You’re such a brat tonight. All because I scored on your brother.”

“Twice.” I fill in.

“Why are you mad at me? I did my job. I score then we score.”

“You know what you did.” It wasn’t the goals. It was the celebration right in front of Alex. And then the obvious, cheeky grin he shot right at me as he skated to the bench. That kind of behavior… can’t go unchecked. So, tonight, Kevin loses the use of his silky mitts.

“Your baby daddy is a super star.” There is that cheeky grin again.

“Careful. I might decide you lose use of your mouth too.” Kevin pops a thick eyebrow up in question. Then brings his chocolatey gaze back to my breasts. He leans forward, but I lean back again, not letting his mouth hit my warm skin. He growls.

“When you untie me, you’re going to pay up for being so mouthy.”

"Gonna show you how mouthy I can be."

I run the tip of my nose along his jaw, then press my first kiss to his mouth. He turns his face so it rests against my cheek. He moans into my ear as I suck his skin between my lips. His breath tickles against the sensitive skin on my neck, tightening my nipples against his chest. The lace on my bra tickles at his chest hair. I run my mouth along his collar bone next, letting my tongue trace the ridge of his muscular chest. I brush kisses along his body as I work my way down to kneel between his wide thighs. He looks so good like this in front of me. Huge thighs spread wide on the chair, thick erection seeping from the tip as I pull him out of his underwear. I kiss the red tip as he exhales sharply. A moan follows as I wrap my lips around the very top of his cock.

I watch his biceps tighten as he tries to bring his hands to my hair, forgetting they are tied behind his back. I smirk around his cock as I go lower, taking him deep, hesitantly teasing. Kevin’s head knocks back to the ceiling. A heavy curse falls from his swollen lips.

“Ohmygod.” The words come from deep in his chest. “Oh.” He chokes when I take him deeper into my throat. He presses his hips up, pushing me further down him until my nose touches his abdomen. “Wow.” He pants. His noises have my folds soaked. I reach a hand down, bringing my hand into them to touch myself while Kevin watches. I work my mouth down him again, rubbing my clit as I do so. I moan around him, watching Kevin squeeze his eyes shut.

My velvet mouth takes him the way he needs it. I build into a consistent lap and suck alternating tempo. Kevin watches me playing with myself in tandem, breathing starting to become ragged. He licks his lips, moaning out deeply as he presses his hips up again.

“More.” He demands. I answer immediately, pulling my hand out to grip the base of his shaft. My wetness hits his dick and everything gets hotter. “Baby, I need your pussy. Please. Get up here. Fuck me until you come.” He is unabashed, brazen with a slight curl to his top lip as he watches me get off my knees. “No, no, no.” He moans as I tease his sensitive, dribbling head through my folds. “Be my good girl. Need to fill you full, baby.”

I oblige my husband like a good wife, sliding down until my pussy devours his cock. Kevin’s mouth falls open, speechless, breathless too, as I take him in one push down. I pull back up, then do it again. Kevin’s shoulders fall in pleasure.

“Doing everything you can not to cum?” I tease, nipping his top lip. Kevin looks tortured as he confirms my suspicion.

“All the stops. Your pussy is so good, baby. So wet and perfect for me.” He groans as I rock forward then back on him.

“A… B…. C….” I joke, grinning at his strangled moan.

“Gee-ZUS, fu-uuuck me.” He grits his teeth together, letting his head fall back so he is tilted up to my face. I lift completely, then stuff myself with him again.

I create a steady tempo as Kevin focuses on his breathing. He seems to regain a bit of control. His eyes are still wild and desperate though. I grin, feeling my chest swell at how sexy it feels to have him look at me like that. I bounce, taking him deep and consistent.

“Take your bra off. Wanna taste you.” I reach around without stopping the tempo, unclasping the three clips. He attaches his lips over my nipple immediately, sucking it far into his mouth.

“Yeah.” I moan, feeling him begin to fuck up into me. “More of that.” I beg, not caring how needy I sound to him. I will gladly give up some of my control as long as he keeps doing that. “Yes.”

He picks up the tempo, matching his sucking and tonguing of my nipple with his hard thrusts. I can feel his heavy breath against my wet skin. I reach down, pulling his face away from me. I grab his chin in my hand, pressing my thumb and two fingers into the deep lines of his cheeks. I hold his face looking at mine. Kevin grins at the blissed out look on my face as we fuck each other desperately. My stomach tightens deep within. My other fingers fall down to my clit, working it with two fingers.

“Come for me, gorgeous girl.” He watches my face, seeing I need one more nudge to go over. “Kiss me.” He licks his lips, looking so damn provocative as I crash my mouth onto his. His tongue comes to meet mine and he moans. The vibrations of it against my mouth have me coming. He releases into me immediately when my orgasm grips him, milking all of his seed from his swollen slit. Our juices flow out of me together as I slowly rock my way down to keep him buried to the hilt. I drop my forehead on his shoulder, exhausted, moaning at the little final flutters of my orgasm around him. Kevin sighs happily into my hair, lips kissing three times against my scalp, heading towards my ear.

“I love you so much. Untie me. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“I love you too, but you haven’t learned anything.” I whine, staying on him as I lean forward to undo the tie. It comes apart quickly. Kevin wastes no time in getting his strong hands around me. He lifts me, taking himself out of me and standing up with me in his arms.

“Bath or shower?”

“Bath. With you.”

“Vanilla? Lavender? Almond?”

“Lavender… so you smell like that at morning skate tomorrow. That’s your other punishment.”

“I love it. Reminds me of you.”

After the water is ready, Kevin eases us both back into the sudsy warmth, me settled between his big thighs. After he puts my hair into an awkward bun, his lips make a home on my head next to it. He softly presses kisses there every so often as we contently relax into the flowery water together.

“Baby, are you asleep?” Kevin whispers after awhile.

“Mmm.” I respond, even though I am definitely 30 seconds from losing any grip on reality.

“You wanna get out?”

“No.” I murmur, snuggling deeper into his chest. I let my head fall back to his shoulder, tilting my head at an angle so he can kiss along my face. Gradually, I open my eyes to look at his brown orbs soaking me in.

“Miluji tě, zlato.” His whisper barely disrupts the quiet night, adding a softness to his harsher native tongue.

“Miluji tě víc, má lásko” I respond.

I love you more, my love.

#letters in your last name au

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calciseptinefic · 2 years

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a luxury few can afford

Marvel || Wade Wilson/Peter Parker || Part 4 notes: this fic is also available on ao3 warnings: D/s undertones, alcohol consumption

Part 3

Peter's address sits alone on the screen for less than ten seconds before Wade sends:

>> u waited. >> good boy

Those two little words make Peter's entire face turn red. He can almost hear the rough, praising way Wade would say it, his mouth against the shell of Peter's ear.

( . . . )

>> getting food rn >> eta 20 min >> hope ur hungry >> [cooked rice emoji] [mango emoji] [take-out box emoji]

Now that Peter's decided to take as much of Wade as Wade will give him, damn the consequences, he doesn't know how to respond. Normally, he'd send back a quick 'ok' or find an appropriate gif—maybe of Patrick hoovering Krabby Patties into his mouth, or maybe of Yoshi using his tongue to slurp up fruit—but both options feel... flat. He wavers between the two, overthinking it, and ends up choosing a thumbs-up emoji nearly five minutes later. He regrets sending it immediately. Don't people use the thumbs-up emoji passive-aggressively nowadays? Peter's never used it like that but he knows other people do and—

>> [plastic-bag-filled-with-styrofoam-take-out-containers.png] >> got 1 of everything no joke >> and [beer emoji]? u drink [beer emoji] right?

<< Wade, have you forgotten that I'm a college student?

>> me??? 4get a hawt co-ed??? >> slander me not

<< In print it's libel.

>> dont talk nerdy to me bby ill get a [bone emoji]r and scare the cabbie >> gray sweatpants dont hide nuthin'

Peter swallows—hard—and very carefully does not think about Wade going commando in a pair of sweats. Locks his phone and gets off his bed. He goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth for the third time that day, then squints at his reflection. He knows he's not bad-looking, but he's always thought that he was more plain than handsome. His eyes are an unremarkable brown, as is his hair, which tends to curl when it gets long, as it currently is. Peter wets his hands and runs his fingers through the mess, attempting to tame it, and does not succeed.

It's not like Wade's going to turn around and leave if he doesn't like your hair, Peter thinks, scowling at himself in the mirror. And don't even think about buzzing it five minutes before he gets here. Your head is shaped like an egg. A really weird, unattractive egg. He will leave if he sees the egg.

Going back out into the living space, Peter sits on the edge of the couch, straight-backed and staring at the door. Ten seconds pass before he gets up, goes to the door, and unlocks it. Goes to sit back down before thinking that unlocking the door was stupid. Turns around and locks it. He even secures the deadbolt which—honestly—he rarely does while home. His hand is still hovering on the old brass metal, debating, when someone knocks rhythmically.

"♪ Shave and a hair cut ♪," Wade sings, voice muffled.

Peter unlocks the door and—after forcing his nerves as far down as possible—yanks it open.

Wade is wearing a black hoodie beneath a dark green work jacket, hood pulled up over an 'I <3 NY' baseball cap that casts most of his face in shadow. He's wearing gray joggers and heavy boots, the laces loose. In one hand he carries a white, plastic bag packed with several styrofoam take-out containers and, in the other, a twelve-pack of beer. He freezes in the doorframe.

"Oh," Wade says, a single word caught on an exhale. It sounds like it was punched out of him.

"Hi," Peter says. His smile feels wobbly.

Wade says nothing. He just stares.

"Would you..." The words die in Peter's mouth. He stops. Clears his throat. Tries again. "Uh, hi. Wade. Would you like to come in?"

"... Peter?"

"Yes?"

"Fuuuuuuuck," Wade hisses under his breath, stepping into Peter's apartment. He puts the beer and take-out down, and closes the door behind him. "Hold on, baby boy, I need to—"

Peter's jaw is in Wade's hands. He's wearing gloves. Not the thick leather ones that are part of his Deadpool costume, but a softer pair—suede, maybe?—that feel nice against Peter's skin. When Wade tilts Peter's face upwards, Peter's eyelids droop and his gaze falls to Wade's mouth; he wants to be kissed again.

"Shit shit shit," Wade says instead. The pads of his thumbs are running across Peter's cheeks. "What the actual fuck? How can you be this fucking cute? Look at you. Those big doe eyes, your eyebrows, even your fucking forehead—is it weird if I lick your forehead? Sweet ninja baby Jesus Christ, I wanna lick your forehead."

Peter's nose wrinkles.

"Oh god, you're even cuter when you're grossed out and I can see the little crinkle between your eyebrows. Hold still, Petey Pie, I gotta—"

"Wade, don't you fucking dare lick my—ew!"

Wade licks a stripe up from between Peter's eyebrows to his hairline. Peter shrieks and manages to wriggle out of Wade's hands, then dodge as Wade tries to grab for him again. He's laughing, he realizes, as Wade chases him around his small living space.

"Get back here, punk!" Wade yells, following Peter in circles around the couch.

"No!" Peter screeches. "You licked my forehead, you weirdo!"

Wade tries to vault the couch to tackle Peter, but Peter simply jumps, grabs onto the relatively high ceiling with a hand, and folds his body into a crouch. He hangs upside down as Wade jumps, his attempts to grab Peter close but unsuccessful. After a few tries, Wade folds over, breathing hard, and slaps a thigh in defeat.

"Okay, fine," he concedes. "We're at an impasse."

Peter raises an eyebrow. "From where I am, it looks like I win."

Wade stands upright and shrugs. "Maybe. I mean, you're right, I can't get what I want with you up there. But..." Wade walks back to the door. Toes out of his boots, then picks up the food he brought. "You can't get what you want either."

"So, truce?" Peter suggests, eyeing the take-out.

"Nah, baby boy, it don't work like that. We trade. One forehead lick for one dinner."

"And the beer?"

Wade pauses and looks around. There isn't much to see. Peter's apartment is a postage stamp on the top floor of an ancient building; one wall has an old fridge and oven, some cabinets and some counter space, while two doors are on the adjacent wall, one leading to Peter's bedroom and the other to the tiny bathroom. Peter has a couch and a tall square coffee table that doubles as an actual table. Wade sets the food and beer atop its scratched surface.

"Well, footsie seems to be out of the question here, but I'll settle for a simple exchange. One beer is one kiss."

"Me giving you a kiss, or you giving me a kiss?"

"Me to you."

"Placement?"

"Whatever tickles my fancy."

Peter wants to believe that getting a kiss from Wade will be a straightforward matter, but the problem is, what he wants to believe and what he knows to expect are two entirely different things. Wade is just as likely to give Peter a chaste peck on lips as he is to make-out with Peter's elbow.

Could be hot, a traitorous part of Peter's brain chimes in before Peter squashes it.

"I agree to your terms," Peter says. He unfolds, rolls his neck, then drops, doing a half-flip mid-fall so he lands on his feet. "Just, ugh, don't make it weird."

"Oh, sweetheart," Wade purrs. "It's like you don't even know me."

Wade gets into Peter's space. The line of their bodies are close, but not touching. One of Wade's finger curls beneath Peter's chin, pulling up and forcing Peter to both tilt his head back and to rise up onto the balls of his feet. At the same time, the palm of Wade's other hand slides over Peter's eyes, then back, pushing the strands that fall against his forehead away from the skin. Wade holds him there until Peter's calves start to shake. Then and only then does Wade lean forward and press the flat of his tongue to Peter's skin. The lick is a slow, wet slide that Peter feels down to his toes, equal parts strange and arousing.

"Don't wipe it off," Wade tells Peter when he steps back.

"But it's gross," Peter complains.

"Wipe it off and we do it again," Wade says. He waits for a moment but Peter's hands stay obediently by his sides. "No? Okay. Let's eat then."

It's a mad shuffle of containers, napkins, and utensils, but they make it work. Neither of them have a dedicated entree; they just pick and choose, taking bites from whatever looks appealing. Peter's first beer comes with a quick kiss on the cheek, Wade's lips slippery from his last bite of noodles; his second is accompanied by a press of lips and swipe of tongue to the inside of his wrist.

"Aren't you going to take your gloves off?" Peter asks halfway through the meal, even though he already knows how Wade gets about his skin. He hasn't been that way around Peter, not for a long time, rolling the bottom half of his mask up and over his nose without hesitation. "Your hat?"

Wade chews on a prawn, slowly, before saying, "I wasn't planning on it."

"Why not?" Peter takes a swig of his beer.

Wade shrugs, his big shoulders moving in a quick up-down motion that's more deflective than unsure. It's only then that Peter realizes the only part of Wade he's seen exposed is the lower half of his face. It's never been anything else. Even when Wade's suit was damaged, there was always so much blood and/or gore that Peter never saw much else.

"Well, I showed you mine," Peter says as casually as possible, gesturing to himself vaguely with his plastic fork. "And I would like it if you showed me yours."

Wade stabs at some chicken. Pops it into his mouth. Chews slowly, before asking, "Are you sure, baby boy? It ain't pretty under here."

"I'm sure," Peter says.

"Are you? Because I look like this," Wade points to his exposed chin, "all over. And I'm not gonna lie—I like how you look at me now. Like you want me. Like I'm someone who can be desired. If you see all of me, that might change."

"You could be an eye-searing shade of neon orange and I'd still find you attractive, Wade."

Wade snorts. "Traffic cone might be better than what I've got going on."

"I'm not going to force you, Wade," Peter says quietly. He focuses on the Kra Pad in front of him, pushing the rice grains and bits of vegetable around. "I just don't want to hide anything from you and I don't want you to hide anything from me. But if that's not what you want, then that's okay. Making you do something you don't want to do or aren't ready to do is a dick move, and I don't—"

"Peter."

But Peter's on a roll. "And I don't want to make you uncomfortable even though you should know by now that I'm not going to judge you based on what you look like. Hell, we've known each other long enough now that if anything was going to drive me away it would be your personality—"

"Peter."

"—but obviously your personality kinda does it for me because we're sitting here, aren't we, and I haven't blocked your number or kicked your ass out of Queens or—"

"Peter," Wade interjects. "Jesus, okay, would you just look at me—"

And.

Holy shit.

Wade has pulled down his hoodie and taken off his hat, and he's just as hot as Peter imagined he would be. Hotter, maybe. Sure, his skin is uneven, raw and red in some places, but Peter has long since become accustomed to the ever-changing topography of it. Scars and sores are inconsequential compared to the shape of his blue eyes and the bald curve of his skull, the muscular set of his jaw and the strength of his brow. He looks brutish—powerful— dangerous—and it lights Peter up inside in a way that has nothing to do with fear.

"Nngh," Peter says intelligently.

Wade's expression remains cautious. He's waiting, Peter realizes, to be rejected. Or for Peter to trip over himself and assure him he's handsome—which he is, but Peter knows Wade won't believe him. So Peter wisely says nothing. Instead, he reaches forward and grabs the front of Wade's hoodie, tugging a little so Wade will lean in.

"Closer," Peter says.

Warily, Wade leans forward a bit more.

"No, closer," Peter says.

Wade leans forward even more.

"Okay, good," Peter says and—without warning—licks a long, wet stripe across Wade's forehead. The skin is textured beneath the flat of his tongue but not unpleasant. When Peter pulls back, a line of spit shines under the light.

"The fuck—" Wade begins, ungloved hand rising to his head.

"If you wipe it off, I do it again," Peter teases.

Wade stares at him, eyes round. He isn't wearing that awful, guarded expression anymore. Instead, he looks at Peter with genuine incredulity, like Peter did the last thing Wade would have expected. Peter smiles. It isn't often that he gets to pull a fast one on Wade, and he enjoys it immensely.

"One forehead lick, one dinner," Peter tells him. "Looks like I'm buying next time, huh?"

Part 5

#spideypool #spiderman #deadpool #wade wilson #peter parker #rating: e #pairing: wade wilson/peter parker

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dandelionapril · 2 years

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what makeup did you use to recreate lana’s look? it’s so pretty!

hey bby luv 💕🍒 thank you so much! i wanna do a tutorial of it in the future but in the meantime 💓

F A C E

wet n wild dewy lumineux photo focus foundation

coti airspun loose face powder in translucent

benefit hula bronzer (in the hollows of my cheeks and to contour my nose)

colourpop heart powder blush in sweetheart (a touch on the cheeks and nose and chin)

colourpop heart highlighter in makin’ memories (a touch on the inner apples of my cheeks for some glow and on the tip of my nose and bridge)

L I P S

mischo beauty sheer lip balm in ijama (to line the lips and then just dab a little on the center)

E Y E S

colourpop on cloud blue palette (the shades bright eyed on the lids and crease, ice bb on the lid and brow bone, and true blue in the crease)

l’oréal telescopic mascara in black waterproof (top and bottom lashes)

miscellaneous dark grey liner on the bottom lashline

and the style m04 lashes from this set

e.l.f expert liquid eyeliner in black

colourpop heart highlighter in making’ memories (in the inner corner and brow bone)

benefit highbrow pencil in linen pink (waterline)

#ask #dandelionapril

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bluupurr · 1 year

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I got here

I’m already touching myself

I had to put that there for inspiration

I’m going to you baby

Lay down

Open them legs up up for me baby

You got me right there with you

Rub her

I would love to fuck your face. Rough with it I know; but damn I wanna stick my dick down your throat. Feel the back of your throat with my dick. Hold you down there for a sec to see how long you’re willing to go. You enjoy it bc I’m your man. You like sucking this dick. You love it. You get pleasure out of it too. Feeling me in your mouth, in the back of your throat, tasting me. You enjoy it you like feeling me hit the back of your throat. It grows as you please me; you can feel it pulsing and twitching from how good you make me feel. Stick your fingers down your throat. Put ‘em in your mouth. Get ‘em wet. Feel how it feels while they’re in your mouth.enjoy it. Get those fingers covered in spit. Pull em out and put ‘em in your pussy. Slide them. Curl your fingers so that they hit the right spot. Slide em up and down while you in there. Feel it. Enjoy it. Open your legs. Close your eyes. Ignore all that other shit. Focus on me. Feel me. Rubbing you. Up and down. Sliding my fingers in you. I’m right here baby. You right here baby. You look soo good riding this dick. I can hear you. See your hair bouncing up and down. The jiggle from your curves. Uuuhhh fuck. I love you. That fat ass booty slapping my legs everytime you come back down. Rub that pussy baby; rub that clit. I miss being with you. I’m stroking. Slow stroking. Thinking bout you. Open your legs. I get in between them like a perfect fit. Just as put my dick in I look at you and you loook at me while I slide in all the way. Our mouths open. We continue to look at each other. I wanna see the expressions on your face. And I feel good baby. We a good speed not fast but definitely not slow. I’ve been missing you. Look at me. I hear you. Those faces make me wanna cum and I gotta slow down. My bby. I start kissing you. Coming up to look at your beautiful face. Slow stroking. All the way in, come out slightly. I kiss your neck. Grip your titties. Grip that ass. Your waist. Slow stroking. Look at me. I’m with the woman I love, fairy tale shit. I gotta look at you. You see me looking. You pull me in closer as I kiss you. I cuff my head in between your neck. Your hands wrap around my back. I hear you panting. You hear me. I’m breathing out my mouth; deep short breaths. I kiss on your color bone. I go faster . You let out a loud moan OOHH. Encouraging me to keep going. I go faster. You pull me in tight. Tighten your legs around me. I’m as close as I could be. I’m cumming baby fuck ohhh. Shit baby. If I’m being honest I finished around the time you pulled me in closer. Ooof I couldn’t hold it. I was thinking about you

I had to clean up and take a little break; I still need to take a shower but I need to do something about my hair

The Weeknd - Wicked Games

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ithisatanytime · 2 years

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Bladee - BBY (music video)

The reason americans have a reputation for being loud is because men from europe and the rest of the world are fey bitches with dainty wet little pussies. learn about the founder effect, and understand that the spirit of man started in africa and the boldest of men always pushed outwards exploring and taming the wilds while catty little bitches stayed home and complained about how uncouth they were, from africa to the middle east, from the middle east into europe and then across the blue ocean to the new world, the same pattern continued and dross flowed into the empty shape left by the men who would explore, vermin infested the bones of their civilization and mixed with those effete homosexuals and thats what now comprises most of the world, which is why most of the world doesnt matter and countries can be totally consumed by flood or earthquake and no one gives a damn, all of these mutated half men would rather read breathlessly the exploits of some american celebrity, pathetic

#youtube

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tchaikovskym · 5 years

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I love the sky like wherever u go u know that the sky is pretty much the same everywhere

#like i know the amount of clouds differ and the amount of light and all that stuff #but like in general #watch me cry over beutiful sunsets everywhere #cloudy? oh yeah baby i love it #pitch dark night? mhhhmmm good #moon so big and shiny u want to do witchcraft? ABSOLUTELEY #sun burning every living cell in ur body? i deserve it #stars so cool u want to write bazillion poems abt every each and one of them? MOOD #pouring water on u so u r wet to the bone? unforgettable #clouds that look like soft soft softies and u try to guess what they resemble? yas #clouds w golden edge? uuu ye bby sign me up #the kind of sky when it is thunder on one side and sunny shiny wonderland on other? gay mood #thunder so close u start thinking abt fearing for ur life? YESSS #snow falling in big clumps so u can make snowballs and all other stuff? superb #snow falling in small little snkwflakes and u can see some up close before they melt on your glove? YES #i know this is mostly weather but it falls from the sky and i love it #honestly sky is the best and im in love thanks for coming to my ted talk

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 3 years

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: xiao, kazuha, thoma, scaramouche, and aether

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the type of boys you can fuck until they break, finger open until they can't take it, and the type you can jerk off until they're milked completely dry.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): this shit nsfw, subby genshin boys, dom reader, mentions of reader having a dick/ strap-on (just read as cock lol), fingering ( giving ), anal sex, tentacles, double penetration, handjobs, nipple play, bondage, overstimulation, humiliation, mind break, oral ( giving ), deepthroating, outdoor sex, degradation ( lots of it lmao ), sexual punishment, sex toys, semi-public sex, puppy play, 69-ing, masturbation, mating press

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: gender neutral

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: first fuck ー 6black, jhené aiko

because i'm horny as fuck and i'd like to have my own bby boy thank you very much ( `ε´ )

nsfw below!

" Hnghh, finally, home at last," you sighed happily and you stretched out your arms, popping your bones in the process. It had been such a long day today, and you'd promised your precious boy that you would've been back sooner, but jeez, to think you'd be held back this late.

" 'Mm so tired," you mumbled as you placed your bag onto the floor, already forgetting about it, and becoming more focused on greeting your beloved. He was probably busy, seeing as how he didn't greet you like he normally would. You smiled to yourself, already knowing why. No matter, you'd come to greet him yourself.

You opened the bedroom door, already perking up once you heard him shuffling around. " Sorry I was late sweetie, today was a long day." You smiled wistfully as you approached him.

" Did you have a good day?"

" Mmpf! Hnghh, mmff!"

Well, he couldn't properly answer you, seeing as how his mouth was completely gagged, muffling any noises that he would've made. He was completely naked, his pretty little cock standing upright and an angry red, with spurts of previous orgasms splattered across his tummy. His nipples hadn't fared much better, seeing as how the tentacles you'd placed on earlier were still sucking away, the lewd wet sound filling the air.

But what really fired you up, was the good amount of slimy tentacles that were slamming into him like crazy, fucking him like he was their personal cocksleeve. Several had kept his legs spread apart, so he wouldn't try and resist the endless amount of pleasure the ones buried deep inside were giving him. From what you could tell, all of the tentacles you'd left him with had each had their turn with him, and then some.

His once vibrant eyes had become hazy, long since pleasured-dazed and too fucked out to focus on anything else except for the stretch of his cute ass, and his pretty nipples being sucked on. But they turned onto you, and you saw something akin to relief briefly flicker in them. That, and he made a particularly happy sound, albeit muffled.

" Were you a good boy today?" you smiled, acting as if you weren't the reason he was a lewd mess in the first place. His eyes teared up more as if he were begging you to hurry up and take the tentacles out already. He left out more muffled cries as he squirmed even more, desperate to have your touch on his bare body.

" My my, eager are we sweetie?" you snickered, pushing back the stray hairs on his flushed forehead, before pressing a gentle kiss onto his forehead as lovingly as you could. You smiled warmly at him, as he continued to squirm, even attempting to have your legs press against his lower half, but you wouldn't let him.

" If you stop pushing your hips like a dog, then I might give you a reward" you cooed softly as you slipped your fingers under the gag, your other hand busy untying it, until it finally fell from his drool-stained lips, the sticky liquid having thoroughly soaked it. You pulled away to admire your handiwork, taking note of his labored breathing.

" P-pleashe-hngh! pleashe take them ouwt.." he babbled, silently sobbing as he attempted to push himself closer to you. " Hmm, impatient as ever I see," you sighed in feigned disappointment, a slight pout on your lips. You lowered your hand before extending your pointer finger between his chest, and then slowly trailing it downwards until your fingertip was on his leaking head. He let out a whimper, his cock twitching at your touch.

With that, you wrapped your hand tightly around the base of his leaking erection drawing out a yelp from the man beneath you.

"guhh-w-wait, n-not-ooh!"

You grinned, already having planned to not let him have any relief just yet. Yes, it was cruel, but you wanted to see him cry, you wanted to see him pushed over the edge, you wanted to see him completely fucked out until he couldn't even think or walk anymore.

You wanted to break him.

" You can cum a few more times, can't you sweetie?"

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

Xiao is so pretty when he's underneath you, his once cold and gruff facade now melted away, and in its place a fucked out mess of a man who can barely even walk. Surely if anyone were to see him like this, they'd get the shock of their life. The Vigilant Yaksha himself, bent over like he's some common whore, taking your cock so so deep and cumming all over himself.

His nipples are sensitive, especially when you pinch them between your fingers and tug on them to get his attention. Poor Xiao has had you do this to him, but out in public, where anyone could see. His lithe body is trembling in your tight embrace as you pinch and tug on his pretty nipples, with no ounce of shame or embarrassment in any of your actions. Even when he hisses at you to quit it, or warning you of a nearby passerby, you pay no heed to his words, just continuing to toy with the cute nubs.

Xiao's moans are so incredibly adorable and when he first moaned, it rather caught you off guard to how cute and lewd they sounded, especially, well, coming from someone like him. They're so breathy, high-pitched, slightly feminine even. And his voice always seems to come out like this when you toy with any of his sensitive spots; that's when his cold and rough facade melts away, and what's left is a flustered mess of a man who can barely hide the growing bulge in his pants.

Bondage works quite well with Xiao, more so than one would think that it would. But after some careful wording and consideration, you've got the yaksha right where you want him. His pretty little cock spurting out cum as your fingers massage his prostate over and over, and you'll watch quite eagerly as he's pushed beyond his limits. It helps with the fact that he can't push away your fingers as they harshly pinch his cute nipples, or grip your wrists tightly as your jerk him off into the nth orgasm.

He always looks so cute with your cock stuffed down his tight little throat, his cheeks hollowed out, and wet gagging noises filling the air. He starts out with little kitten licks, gently lapping at the tip and all over the member. But of course, you're not satisfied with something as trifling as that and force your cock all the way down his tight throat. Gripping his long teal locks, you'll facefuck him, his pretty tears and cries only fueling you even further. And when you finally reach your peak, you shove your cock as deep as it can go, keeping him pressed against your crotch until you're satisfied, and eventually pull him off.

Overstimulating and pushing Xiao past his limits is always so much fun since he can't do anything but take what you give him. No matter how much he tells you that it's too much, or that he can't possibly cum anymore, you won't stop until you've practically milked him dry. You've made him cum so many times at a time that he began to squirt like he was a whore. Whether it be your hand jerking his little cock off, your cock slamming into his tight hole, or your tentacles having their turns with him, you'll happily push Xiao beyond his limits until he breaks.

Xiao is such a good boy and hardly ever does anything to garner any punishments; always doing anything you ask, even if it is a rather humiliating feat. The most he's done to rebel if at all, would be his embarrassed expression, his movements halted. But still, you like to give the occasional punishment, as a way to see that crying face of his. So you'll have your tentacles play with him, toy around with him until he breaks, while you watch in excitement, waiting for him to crumble before you.

" Woah, Xiao look, you really came so much!" You chirped excitedly, your ( eye color ) eyes brightening as you watched said man tremble, his head thrown back against your shoulder. He was sat upon your lap, your cock buried deep within his tight ass while your fingers twisted and tugged on his pink nipples. " You came from having your nipples played with huh?" you continued, not even really needing him to answer, but still posing the question anyway.

" Urk! Guhh-! I-I-ooh! ( n-name )-Oughh-!"

Hmm, figures, he couldn't really answer you after having several orgasms wrenched out of him and cumming like he was a girl. Well, no matter, he was doing a rather good job, so you'd wait until he calmed down a bit more.

" ( n-name ), please I-I-

Oughh! w-wait, n-not so-oohh!"

Xiao cried out as your hips began to rut into his, not caring about his already sensitive state, your fingers twisting his poor nipples until they became an irritated red. His cries and moans would halt with each and every thrust of your cock into his hole, his mind being turned into even more of a jumbled mess. He couldn't focus on anything except for how hard you were fucking him and how good you made him feel.

And you soaked it all up eagerly, watching and listening as he began to slowly crumble, his many orgasms making his mind blank and fall apart. You wanted to see that face of his, watch as he lost all coherency as you fucked him dumb. Even as you gently kissed his cheek, you were still waiting for him to fall apart in your arms. And you were a rather patient person; you could wait.

" You're so adorable, Xiao."

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

Kazuha is so adorable when he's being pushed past his limitsーhis adorable cries as his tight little hole is being filled to the brim, the way he gets so excited from how you whisper absolute filth into his ears while he's trying his best to hide his growing erection, and you absolutely revel in it all.

He seems to like it when you either have him bent over the nearest surface, forcing him to grip whatever leverage he can while your cock fucks into him, or when you forcibly push his face down into the mattress, forcing his ass upwards and left to be fucked open by you, which you'll gladly take. Either way, you'll slam yourself deeply into him with each thrust, going all the way to the hilt and your hips meet his own, causing Kazuha to yelp and moan out at the sensation of feeling so so full.

You can get away with fucking Kazuha out in the open, where the maple leaves lazily drift to the ground, or where sakura trees blossom petals flit down onto the ground. It was supposed to be a nice sightseeing date, but to hell with that, you're horny as fuck i see you. He tries to desperately whimper that you're out in the open and that anyone could see the two of you, but a harsh squeeze to his little cock has him go quiet, but if you were to strain your ears, you'd hear muffled whimpers as you jerk him off, or the lewd squelching of your hips meeting his behind as you fuck him against a tree, not caring if anyone witnesses the samurai being fucked like a whore.

Another good boy that hardly ever acts out and he hardly ever goes against what you ask of him. He's a romantic at heart, so of course, he'd do anything you'd ask of him. But of course, Kazuha is too cute for his own good, and forcing him to endure a punishment is just too exciting to pass up. You quite like using both two tentacles; one preoccupied with curling itself deeper and deeper into his tight ass, while you use the other as a makeshift onahole of sorts, suckling on his pretty little cock and swallowing up his spurts of cum. The only thing Kazuha can do is just sit back and take it, since you won't be letting him go any time soon, no matter how much he cries or begs.

You can sometimes be woken up by soft lithe kisses to your upper body, and a gentle pressure against your crotch, with Kazuha's grey locks tickling your jaw. He knows how tired you are from adventuring and fighting monsters, but he really needs your cock in him right now, so please put in already, please? You won't have to do anything, Kazuha will happily ride you with no complaints whatsoever. You'd normally be pissed off at being woken up so damn early, but Kazu's whimpers as he takes your cock all the way is quite the morning wakeup, so you don't mind too much. Plus you won't have to do much, just sit back as Kazuha rides you like a needy slut and cums all over his tummy.

Kazuha is known for his rather poetic responses, and when you're pounding into him, that's no exception. He normally starts out murmuring about how good it feels, and how you're so so big, and how his ass was molded for your cock only. It's pretty tame, loving even, as he tells you how much he loves you and how he's so happy. But, of course, there is a twist. If you fucked him long and hard enough, he'll eventually crack, and his words will become more lecherous. He'll mindlessly babble about how your cock is so damn big and he loves it so much, even telling you how tasty your cum is in his mouth, and the list goes on. He can be filthy when he wants to be.

You once got incredibly horny, and Kazuha's tight, red leggings weren't exactly helping you either. So you did what you could doーyou ripped a hole in the thin fabric right where his cute little hole was, causing him to yelp rather loudly. He tries to protest and ask what in archons name are you doing, but he doesn't get too far in his words before you slam yourself inside of him, hard. He was, of course, pissed afterward and made you buy him a new pair of leggings and wouldn't let you fuck him for a good amount of time. But if he's up for it, and his leggings are getting worn out, he'll let you fuck him, and it excites him more than he lets on.

" P-pleashe-hngh-I-I can't-oughh!"

" Now now Kazu, this is your punishment and you'll just have to accept it," you spoke matter of factly, waving off his loud cries and moans as he twitched next to you, his pretty red eyes crossed and his lips curled as his teeth grit together. " Pleashe-ahh-I-I didn't do anything-guhhh!" His hips bucked upwards as another orgasm was pushed out of him, the slimy tentacle wrapped around his cute little cock swallowing up the release.

Well, he wasn't wrong, he didn't misbehave or act out; in fact, he hardly ever did so. But you were bored and horny and Kazuha just so happened to be the entertainment you needed. Besides, he looked cute with his ass stuffed full of tentacles, and it suited him nicely. You didn't do much to touch him, only twisting his pretty nipples when you felt he wasn't moaning or responding enough. They were sensitive too, so it always made him produce the adorable noises you wanted to hear from him.

" Oughhhh-Ahhhh-Guhhhh-!"

" ( n-name ) hnghh-p-pleashe, I-I-aahhn-!"

Kazuha cried out as another countless orgasm was wrenched out of his poor body, the thin amount of cum barely visible, if it weren't the tentacle making an almost gulping-like motion as it swallowed up his cum. His puffy red eyes were focused onto you, silently begging for you to pull the appendages out. Heh, you almost chuckled at his pathetic state, but you held it in, but you couldn't hide everything. You couldn't wipe away the perverted smirk, and you knew your cute Kazu saw it too, judging from his eyes widening and his body flinching.

How pathetically cute.

" Aww, don't worry Kazu, I'll bring you some more playmates," you breathed out, already reaching for your drawer, where other tentacles were awaiting their turn with Kazuha.

" So be a good boy and take it, 'kay?"

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

Thoma is the human embodiment of a puppy, and it very clearly shows when you have his knees pushed back to his shoulders. He lives for your praise and affection and will do anything to have you call him a good boy, even if it means him being fucked dumb until he can't walk or think anymore. He's such a good puppyーyour adorable lewd puppy.

His nipples are so so sensitiveーeven just the slightest brush of your fingertips has his adorable cock getting hard at the snap of a finger. It's no surprise that he can just cum from them alone, the pretty pink nubs being pinched and twisted in between your fingers as he cums for the nth time that night. It's actually quite fun to force orgasms out of his already sensitive body with nothing but his nipples, his pleads for you to stop only drowned out by his cries and moans. Poor Thoma practically loses his mind from the pleasure alone and can't do anything but cum like the cute, dumb puppy he is.

You like to stick your cock in between his pecs and slowly slide your cock up and down between the two muscles. At first, Thoma was incredibly confused and embarrassed, but now he welcomes your cock in between his chest, even pressing the muscles together to fuck the member more easily. He'll even happily suck on the tip whenever it pushes upwards, asking you if you love his chest that much and telling you how much he loves your cock.

On your free days, he likes to wake up before you and make the two of you breakfast, complete with a pretty apron and all! Of course, when you awaken and sleepily wobble into the kitchen, your appetite begins to rise, but not only for the food. Thoma looks so tempting with that apron, and his pretty waist is doing wonders for your now spiking horniness. He tries to whine that your food will be ruined and that this can wait, but your fingers spreading apart his clenched ass has him going quiet within seconds. He eventually relents and lets you fuck him against the counter, whimpering all the while and gripping the counter till his knuckles go white. If you fuck him for a good amount but decide to stop, he'll whine and cry out for you to continue. It's advisable to do so unless you want a very needy and sexually frustrated Thoma attached to your side the whole day. But, then again, is that necessarily bad?

Thoma has the bad habit of pulling you into the nearest deserted alleyway and kissing you feverishly, his hands fumbling with your pants, desperate to have your cock spring out. As soon as your cock has been freed from the confines of your pants, Thoma gets to work immediatelyーstroking and licking the member all over, even pressing soft kisses all over it as well. But before you know it, the dirty blonde is sloppily sucking you off, desperate to have your cock snug in his mouth. He doesn't even mind when you start facefucking him, eagerly grabbing your hips and swallowing up everything you give to him. He isn't exactly quiet eitherーlewdly moaning as your bury your cock deep down his throat. You have to practically trigger his gag reflex just to shut him up, but even that is not nearly enough. He won't stop lewdly moaning and you've nearly been caught because of it.

It's already pretty obvious, but Thoma looovess being praised by you, normally when he's done a good job at cleaning around the Kamisato estate. But he just really loves it when you praise him for his much lewder accomplishments, such as being stuffed full with tentacles and not touching himself when he had to go out for a few errands. If he had a dog tail, it'd be a whirlwind, wagging happily from all of your praises as you fuck him dumb on your cock. You could've been mean that particular session, calling him mean names, jerking him off until he cums all over his pretty tummy, and he'll expectantly look up at you and ask if he did a good job. Bonus points if you rub his headーhe gets even happier and clingier if that's even possible.

He's a bit embarrassed to admit it, but Thoma loves it when you fuck him dumbーfuck him like he's your lewd cocksleeve, and push him beyond his limits even while he's sobbing and moaning. He will cry out in protest at first, but keep going and continue to fuck him into the mattress, and Thoma will end up with those pretty hearts in his eyes. He'll push you down and eagerly ride you himself, so so desperate to have your cock buried as deep inside of him as it can go. He'll mindlessly babble about how good everything feels and how your cock is making him feel so so good. Don't be surprised if he refuses to stop kissing youーhe doesn't care how sloppy it is, he just wantsーno, needs your lips on his.

" Oooh-Oughhh-Y-yesh-!M-more, gimme moreee-!"

Thoma squealed loudly, throwing back his head as your cock pulled another countless orgasm out of his trembling body. His nails dug into your forearms, causing you to wince at the stinging sensation and hiss lowly from the pain. You'd normally try to swat away the source of the pain to try and relieve it, but you'd finally gotten what you'd wanted out of your cute lewd puppy.

You fucked him completely dumbーhis mind utterly breaking from the sheer pleasure of your cock slamming into his now abused prostate and wrenching countless orgasms out of his pretty cock. You were honestly surprised that he had even lasted this long, considering you'd been using his tight hole for quite some time. But either way, it filled you with perverted excitement to see him broken like this, drooling all over himself like an excited puppy.

" Oughhhh-I love your cock sho much-guhhhh-s-sho big-! I love masters' cock sho much! O-ooohh-!"

You let out a heated huff as Thoma sloppily grinned down at you, his hips desperately rolling to shove your cock as deep inside of his hole as it could go. He was even jerking himself off too, even when you told him that he couldn't touch himself. Thoma looked and was acting just like a lewd whoreーa cute cock slut who was too pleasure drunk to even stop himself from bouncing on your cock.

" What-hnghh-did I say about touching yourself?" you slightly glared at him, a hand now grasped tightly onto his hand that had been feverishly jerking off his pathetic cock. He whimpered dumbly, quickly retracting his appendage and his bounces seemed to somewhat slow down. Huh, guess he did still have some sense in that brain of his.

" hic-S-sorry-'m sorry, pleashe," he hiccuped as his lips trembled, trying to keep his cries in," Just want-hic-your cock-"

You sighed, not even close to resisting his sad puppy eyes. He was lucky he was so damn adorable. " Stop crying Thoma, you're fine," he visibly brightened up, his cock twitching against his tummy in eager arousal. He had done little to stop his hips movements, still riding you oh so eagerly.

' He's not listening is he...'

" C-can I move? P-pleashe, lemme move, pleashe," he pleaded," I-I'll be a good boy, pleashe-"

You deadpanned as he began to rut his hips like a dog in heat, seemingly not even caring whether or not you'd give the green light for him. Well, whatever, you wanted to watch him fuck himself stupid on your cock some more, so there was no harm in letting him have his fun.

" Go ahead puppy, I'm not stopping you."

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

Scaramouche is an absolute brat who really tests the limits of your patience. He acts so goddamn high and mighty, carrying himself about like he owns the damn world. Hell, even you're not safe from his pretentious behavior, and you swear you're about to tear the man a new one. What a shame reallyーif his subordinates saw how ruthlessly he was being fucked by you and moaning like a filthy whore, they'd question if that's the same man who curb-stomped some poor Fatui agent just moments ago for no reason.

Since he's just so happy to always say the most infuriating things with that filthy mouth of his, then you'll happily use it how you damn well, please. When you first prod your cock against his cheek, Scaramouche taunts you for your blatant arousal and even makes the threat of not touching you. He eventually goes on to jerk you off, agonizinglyーteasingly sucking on the tip and smirking as he prevents another orgasm. And honestly, you've had enough of his bullshit and shove your cock down his tight throat not caring for his muffled cries and gagged moansーall you care about is using his mouth for your own pleasure and shutting him up.

He's just like a cute little kittyーalways so moody and bristling up when he gets angry over every small detail and happening within his radius. That's what you keep insisting to him, even while he's giving you the worst death stare while he's wearing said cat ears and a pretty cat butt plug holed in his pretty hole. He's hissing out insults under his breath like the bitch he is, but you aren't having it, telling him to sit and be a good kitty, and you won't be taking no for answer. You even mockingly pet his head and promise him a treat if he behaves. Unbeknownst to him, that so-called reward likely involves him being fucked in a mating press and kept there until you're satisfied. But for now, you'll settle with tangling your fingers through his indigo locks and call him your good kitty.

Since you're always doing the work when it comes to fucking Scara dumb, it can get pretty tiring, y'know? Always dealing with his bratty ass can really tire a person out, and you just need a break from being the one who does all the action. That, and you just want to be incredibly cruel to him, especially if you've gotten him nearly to his peak but pull away, leaving him to have to do it himself. You'll lie back on the plush mattress and tell him to ride you himself, that you're tired so he's gotta do it this time. He obviously gets pissed, but clampers onto your lap regardless and eases your cock into his tight hole, trying to hide his whimpers and muffling them behind his lithe hand. Give him enough time, and he's bouncing on your cock like the slut he is, moaning while he's cumming all over his pretty tummy. It's such a lewd sight.

Scaramouche absolutely breaks if you stuff his pretty hole full to the absolute brim. For example, it's usually a good handful of wriggling tentacles sliding in and out of him, filling his creamy hole to the brim and curling deeper and deeper inside of him. They happily play with his lewd body, curling around his perky nipples and swallowing up his cute little cock, each having their way with him. You do nothing to aid him, only cooing at how this really suits him since he seems to enjoy being violated in such a lewd manner. He starts to babble about how he's really gonna break when you align your cock against his already filled hole and cums on the spot when you slam yourself inside, too delirious on the sensation of being fucked full to even resist anything.

He gets off on you taking him from behind, slamming into him with little restraint while he drools from the mind-numbing pleasure. Poor Scaramouche is getting taken in so many waysーagainst the wall, bent over the bed, on his elbows and knees on the pristine floor, you name it. He hates how he can't even jerk off his pathetic little cock in tune with your thrusts like he normally does, and he can't even try and kiss youーhe's secretly soft for his lips against yours shhh.

It may seem like it pisses him off, but subtly fondle him when he's supposed to be out on another mission. He jolts when he feels your fingers draw formless shapes on the back of his neck, and hisses for you to quit acting like a child ironic ain't it, and to focus. But you continue, eventually making it to pinching his nipples through his silken clothes, and gently grabbing his cute little bulge, while Scara is doing his absolute best to keep his composure and not crumble into the lewd whore you want him to be. He suddenly makes a high-pitched noise, and you feel a warm wetness on your palm, and realize that your adorable Scara came in his pants, like a pervert, and out on a mission nonetheless. He'll try to glare at you, but he's simultaneously trying to hide both the now visible wet patch on his shorts and his adorable bulge from his still lingering arousal.

" Y-you fucking-oughhhh-guhhhh-n-not here-hnghhh-!"

Scaramouche's pretty mouth hung open as your cock grazed his prostate again, the sensation shooting pleasure all throughout his lithe body. Even though his back was to you, and you couldn't see his adorable face, you were he was gritting his teeth tightly in a pathetically weak attempt to hide those god-awful lewd noises he knew you loved hearing.

" B-bastard-hiii-f-fucking pervert-oughhh-!"

" Hm? Did you say something Scara?" you cruelly cooed, gripping his forearms even tighter as you pressed your hips taut against his ass, pulling out a muffled yelp from your cute kitty. You drew your head near the tips of his flushing ears and blew a puff of hot air onto the reddened skin, making him whimper and his body jolt.

" You're so pretty Scara y'know? Too bad such a pretty face has such a filthy mouth," you mocked a defeated sigh, resting your chin on his pale shoulder as you let go of his arms and gently hugged his waist. Ahh, you loved moments like these where you could lovingly hold him and-

" Y-you fucking pervert..."

Ahー

You really couldn't have just one nice moment with this damn brat, could you?

" Hahhh, so mean Scara, and here I was trying to be nice to you" " H-huh?" You unwrapped your arms, and without warning, pushed his face into the plush mattress, causing him to yelp loudly, even more so with your hand bruisingly pressed against the nape of his neck.

" W-wait y-you-!"

" You wanted to act like a bitch, so I'll treat you like one."

And then you slammed yourself inside of him, hard.

" Oughhhh-N-no-oughhhhh!"

He moanedーcried out as his hands scrambled to grab onto anything to stabilize himself from your harsh thrusts. What he could grab was the nearest pillow, and Scaramouche didn't take his chances. From what you could hear, he'd bitten the pillow to muffle his lewd moans as you pounded into him like he was just a cocksleeve for you.

And a part of him enjoyed that.

" Wow, you're such a perv Scara. You're seriously enjoying this?"

" Hnghhh-Ghhhhh-"

You grinned as he began to shudder, clearly close to another orgasm that would week his body even further.

" What am I gonna do with you baby," you sighed, both out of feigned disappointment and pleasure," I have such a lewd pervert of a boyfriend."

" Ghhh-Shunh uphhh-oughhh-!"

" Tsk tsk, Scara, you never learn, do you? It's okay, I'll teach you," you continued, gently smiling as you began to pull your cock out," So be a good boy and take it all."

And with that, you slammed yourself back inside.

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Aether is such a hard workerーalways completing commissions on time and helping out the people of Teyvat. He's always overworked and doing others' jobs for them to the point of always passing out when he comes back to your shared abode. So of course you'll spoil your cute traveler! Whether it be pressing a flurry of kisses all over his face as he bounces on your cock or his knees being pushed back to his shoulders as you nearly fold his body in half, you'll spoil your baby boy and melt all of his stresses away.

Poor baby can't handle it when you overstimulate his adorable body in any way. He hiccups and freely sobs as the pleasure becomes too much for his body to handle and ends up clinging onto you, begging for mercy, even though you both know that you won't be stopping anytime soon. He can only embrace you tightly as you continue to fuck him dumb, cumming all over his pretty tummy until he can't cum anymore.

When the two of you go out on a date, you'll occasionally lace aphrodisiacs into his meals, all with his prior consent and awareness of course. It turns into a lewd game of sorts, with your hands softly grazing his most sensitive spotsーlike a butterfly wing brushing against his skin. With a soft ' shhh', you warn him to keep his noises in and to not palm himself, unless he's really that desperate for a punishment. He has to sit there and push down his rising arousalーlike ocean wavesーuntil he can be brought into a more secluded place. Then, he can cum like a good boy.

Aether loves it when you pull him on top of you whilst you lay down and slap your cock against his cheek, and he doesn't need you to verbally tell him what to do. He's already sucking away, slowly but surely taking your cock deeper into his mouth until it sits snug in his tight wet throat. He, of course, moans loudlyーso cutely tooーwhen you swallow his adorable cock up completely. Cute Aether ends up cumming multiple times in your warm mouth, thrusting into the warm cavern as he chases orgasm after orgasm.

You love to jerk off your precious Aether with an onahole, or in this case, one of your pretty tentacles. Cradling his head to your chest, you hold him like he's a baby, which, to be fair, he does look like one since he's desperately sucking away on your perky nipples. He can only fist the clothes in his hands as the tentacle lewdly swallows up his adorable cock, gulping down his cum at every release. Your nipples may end up sore and riddling with indents from his teeth, but it's worth it to watch him fall apart in such a lewd manner.

He gets so redーlike a pretty cherryーwhen you tell him to touch himself and you'll watch. Aether's golden eyes will shimmer in the dim, fading lights of your bedroom as he slides off his pants, then boxers, and finally, his cute little cock springs out, already twitching and leaking pretty beads of cum all over his tummy. He starts slow, wrapping his hand around his cock and rubbing his most sensitive areas, then he finally begins to fuck his hand rapidly, cutely, and desperately chasing his orgasm. He gets so into it that he slides two fingers into his cute hole, fingering himself to completion as he spurts his cum all over his pretty tummy.

Aether has never properly verbally admitted, but he just loves it when you're fucking him so hard into the mattress that you end up putting him into a mating press. When it first happened, he was so embarrassed and desperately covered his pretty face to hide his sinful noises. You obviously can't have that so you push his hands above his head and force out his cute moans and choked cries as your cock grazes his prostate. Over time, he doesn't bother covering his face, now happily moaning out at how good it feels and how he loves you so much and to give it to him.

" W-wait what are you-oughhh-!"

Aether's golden eyes widened as your hands pressed against his claves, pushing them back his shoulders, with your cock pushing itself deeper into his tight ass in the process. He frantically glanced up at you, trying to get your attention but to little avail as you pressed your weight into his body beneath yours.

" Have you ever heard of a mating press Aether?" you cooed, grinning as he shook his head 'no.' How cute, he was struggling to accommodate to the position he'd been pushed into and how your cock had been pushed deeper inside of him. You could tell by his muffled whimpers and how he was gripping the loose bedsheets in his fist, taking in deep breaths as part of his adorable struggle.

" Well don't worry, I'll teach you!" " W-wait h-hold o-oughhhhh-!"

You grunted as you'd pulled your cock out of his ass just enough, before thrusting back in, building up a rhythm as your cock dove in and out of his ass, spreading open his hot walls over and over.

" Nononono-Ghhhhh-Hnghhhhh-Oughhhhh-!"

Aahh, your Aether was just too cute, his moans were so precious and fragile and the way his body reacted to each of your advances aroused you so much. It only made you want to fuck him even harder and violate his body further.

" You're so cute Aether, my precious baby looks so cute being fucked by my cock," you groaned out, with said blonde moaning out in response. But by the looks of it, he was too distracted with how you were fucking him stupid, and he couldn't even so much as do a thing.

" Hnghhh-p-pleashe-Oughhhhh-!"

His golden eyes began to widen and shake in their sockets as his orgasm started to build up. To be honest, you thought he was already cumming, given how much pre-cum had been practically oozing out of his adorable little cock. He really was enjoying this, wasn't he?

" You're such a lewd perv Aether," you sighed dramatically, ignoring his cries as he came all over himself, drooling and sobbing freely from the sheer intensity of the pleasure raking his cute body.

" Don't worry, I'll take reeaal good care of you, 'kay?"

All you received in response were loud moans and cries as Aether seemingly tried to weakly refute, but seeing as how happily his cock was twitching, he was looking forward to it.

How cute♡

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