#whirring n' purring

[aravriscera]

ohhh OMG i love ur new url

teehee. thank you, i have been rotating aravriscera around in my head for months and am glad i finally got the courage to fully change it.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬

synopsis: after being away and entertaining others, your husband decides to give you a special something

wrd cnt: 1.1k

tags: cunnalingus, oral, penetration, doggy, vulgar, praise, explicit

a/n: if you couldn’t tell been having major writers block + no time to write but this one reeled me back in a bit so i hope you enjoy <3

It was late at night by the time you got home. The house had been quiet all evening, save for the soft hum of your laptop as you explored some new music. But now that the sun had set, there were no more distractions—just the sound of your own breathing, the whirring blade of the fan above your head, and the occasional creak of floorboards beneath your feet.

You heard the front door open and close, followed by footsteps coming down the hallway towards the living room where you sat on the couch. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

“Sunday!” You exclaimed, jumping up and running over to him. He looked incredible, even if he was clearly exhausted from working all day. His face was flushed red with desire, and his black suit pants hung lower on his hips than usual, as his belt was quite undone just as his tie.

“Y/n-,” he said, leaning down to kiss you deeply before pulling away. “I missed you…quite dearly”

You replied breathlessly in agreeance, taking his hand and leading him over to sit beside you on the couch. As soon as he sat down, he pulled you into his lap and started kissing your neck hungrily.

“Mmm... I love how good you tastes,” he murmured against your skin as he moved lower down your chest, licking and sucking at your nipples until they hardened under his touch.

To say you were surprised was an understatement, your husband was always quite well mannered, and in control especially of himself.

Before you could express this pleasant concern, be continued further down, pushing your body down and stopping his peppering of kisses just above your waistband.

“Please don’t stop...” You begged softly. “Keep going...”

He chuckled darkly as he pulled your bottoms down, revealing your pretty laced panties.

“Such a naughty girl,” he whispered seductively. “you know happens when you tease me like that, don’t you?”

With those words still ringing in your ears, he slid his hands around to the front of your panties and began teasing them apart until they fell down around your ankles; now placed on each of his shoulders.

His soft hands spread your legs wide apart and leaned forward to lick along the length of your slit.

“Ohh... yes... keep doing that...” You moaned, feeling yourself growing wetter than ever before.

“Mmmm... such a tasty little thing,” he purred, moving one finger inside you while continuing to lap at your clit with his tongue. “Feels good hm? You’re dripping…” He smirked, slipping a second finger inside you, curling them up and down faster this time. “How does that feel baby?” He asked, before returning to suck your swollen pearl.

“So good... oh god... more-...” You panted, arching your back slightly to allow him better access to you.

“Like this?” He whispered, increasing the speed of his movements until he felt you begin to tremble against him.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!-” You cried out loudly, throwing your head back against the couch cushions as pleasure washed through every part of your body.

As if sensing your impending climax, he suddenly stopped moving his fingers altogether and instead focused solely on licking and sucking at your clit. With waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body, you squirmed uncontrollably.

“Oh my god... yes... right there...” You gasped, grinding yourself against him as best you could while trying not to fall off the couch entirely.

“Mmmmm... I knew you liked this,” he chuckled wickedly, pushing you down onto the couch once again. “Now let me show you something else.”

With those words still echoing in your mind, he stood up and placed a knee inbetween your legs, slowly pushing into you as he got close to you. Grabbing your hand, he gave you hold of his erection, stroking himself with your hand slowly up and down several times before letting you do it yourself.

“What do you think of that?” He asked teasingly. “See what you do to me?”

“Mhm….,” you answered quietly with a small nod, feeling yourself grow hungrier than ever before.

As if he couldn’t waste another second, he dragged you up and pushed your body against the couch, feeling his chest heavy against your back as your breasts pressed up against the fabric of the apolstry.

“Fuck I missed you-“ He says, slowly dragging his cock up and down your folds as you hear his shaky breath.

“Sunday- please…” You mewl, pushing yourself back into him.

“Use your words, my love.” He breathes against your ear.

You groan in annoyance at his teasing.

He chuckles, and then thrusts his thick cock into your tight, wet heat.

It was like a drug, every movement of his hips, every touch of his hand, every inch of his skin against yours was ecstacy.

After a few moments, his pace becomes steady, and soon enough his hips are snapping furiously against yours.

You moan and writhe beneath him, clawing desperately at the sofa beneath you.

He lets out a deep growl and slams his hands down on either side of your head.

His grip tightens as he pounds into you harder and harder, causing your body to shake uncontrollably.

The friction of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping pussy combined with the roughness of his thrusts and the force of his hands against your body, made you see stars.

Your mouth hangs open and your eyes roll back, as you arch your back and thrust your hips upwards, meeting his thrusts eagerly.

Your fingers dig into his biceps, gripping onto him tightly.

With each passing second, you could feel your orgasm building within you, threatening to tear through you any moment now.

You knew that this wasn't going to last much longer.

"Fuck- I'm so close…," you cry out, throwing your head back.

His hand reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing tightly, and pulling you closer to him.

His thrusts grow even more powerful, and you gasp as he slams his cock deep inside you.

"Come for me then, my darling," he purrs into your ear, his voice low and husky.

He releases his grip on your neck and moves his hand down to grip your ass firmly.

You whimper and writhe beneath him, unable to hold back any longer.

"Fuck-!" You scream, throwing your head back once more and letting the orgasm rip through you.

His cock slides in and out of you faster and faster, as his movements become more erratic.

His fingers dig into your ass as he pulls you even closer, thrusting into you one final time before he explodes inside you.

His hips slow their frantic rhythm as he groans and grunts into your ear, his seed filling you up completely; leaving you tilted over the cushions and wrecked.

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[tearsofcalamity]

Irl electrical engineer/hobbyist roboticist here who is also down bad for the cyborg cowboy- The level of intimacy of mechanic!reader fixing his internal wiring is OFF THE CHARTS, like, reader having to gently untangle and toy with his wiring while arranging them properly?? All the testing of the sensors that it would take to make him be able to feel again? Reader might as well have to touch every inch of Boothill to make sure that his body is functioning properly. They would quite literally know him inside and out and that makes me FERAL

omfg we got a verifiable ENGINEER here?? everyone GET DOWN

no but fr thank you for this insight this means the world to me . you dont get it . even like non n/sfw wise thats so. LIKE THE LEVEL OF TRUST HE WOULD HAVE TO HAVE IN YOU TO GET IN THERE AND DO ALL THAT? THE LEVEL OF COMPLEXITY AND THE WAY HE'D HAVE TO BE FULLY VULNERABLE?

back to horny thoughts that also sets me off w boothill being so vulnerable when what we've seen from him so far is like cocky, devil-may-care attitude and probably puts that up as a facade (esp after seeing his lightcone poor guy) but him just lightly shaking and you can HEAR how loud he's whirring when you get inside (ha) and really work through his wiring. imagine he overheats and you're like WTF

the testing. The Testing. listen here. that's what really gets me. I can imagine him getting antsy even when you're just starting with his shoulders or his arms, but you move to his neck... his chest... a little lower and he's asking if you really need to touch his artificial dick just to test it out. it's like no, he could totally check himself, but am I gonna tell him that uhhh NO I'm gonna be all "nope absolutely necessary to check. something could go REAL wrong if it's off" make him fistfuck me until his insides are literally letting off steam. I NEED TO HEAR HIM WHIMPER AND SEE HIM CRY!!! sometimes I imagine him purring (like an engine, but hey, if catboys are your thing that too) cause his neck is mechanical too so...........

oh and I'm totally groping on his metal ass and rubbing all over it. im licking it. idc. I'm working doubletime to make his ass extra sensitive idc! I'm a robotfucker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 8)

Both drones landed in the spire at once, just beating out the morning sun as it rose on the horizon. They both looked back at it, before Uzi laughed and lurched forward, nearly landing in the sun.

“Uzi!” N felt himself move instinctually to her side, only for Uzi to hoist herself up, although still hunched over, halfway holding herself up with the hand on her wing.

“B-brown out. I'm A-okay-y-y.” Her voice glitched although she sounded more bubbly then he'd ever heard her, giggling like mad. And her eyelights exceptionally dim.

“Let's get some some rest then, come on.” N smiled, keeping a lid on the situation that just unfolded and focusing on her well-being.

“Sure” She spread her wings out to fly up to his nest only for them to suddenly retract into her with a snap. Almost sending her careening into the floor, if N hadn't caught her with his arm.

“Heehee… whoops.” She hummed, still giggling slightly, it seemed that on low charge, certain functions got turned off to conserve power. Like her wings, or her sense of balance, or… her sense at all.

Uzi gripped lightly onto his shoulder to keep herself upright, her other hand holding onto his arm that he'd caught her with. She blinked slowly, like she was fighting off sleep.

“Uh, m-i-i-ight need a hand.” She said, looking over at him with a wary smile. Ah, so she was at least partially aware.

‘Right, hold tight.” He picked her up bridal style and flew up to his nest, ignoring both his growing fluster and her “weeee!” as they went up. He released her, and she fell face first into it, before rolling to the side to give him some room.

He sat on the edge, putting his wings away, watching as the low battery indicator on her visor blinked even more frantically. It didn't make sense on why she'd been so low in only a day, unless she hadn't slept at all in awhile.

“Sorry, it's not as soft as yours.” He apologized, although she didn't seem to notice, squishing the nearest pillow in her fingers and letting out another sleepy giggle.

“I like it, you're like a bird…” She cooed before another brown out hit her system, causing her to breifly enter sleep-mode before coming right back out with a stream of happy giggles.

“You need sleep.” He said, taking the pillow gently from her and smiling, taking great care to remain perched on the side of the nest, any contact would likely send him into a flustered mess right now.

“So do you! Come here!” She grinned, patting the empty spot next to her, another blush crept up to his visor, but reluctantly he laid next to her, tossing the pillow aside.

“Is this be-” As soon as he'd gotten comfortable, Uzi shuffled right up next to him, curled under his arm, and her tail wrapped around his leg, much like his had always done.

“You're more comfortable then my bed anyway…” She purred, before her systems all but forced her to enter sleep mode, her grip going slack and all the eyes on her tail closing.

Leaving N to stare up at the ceiling, feeling his best freinds core humming into his side, her vents taking in air, and her soft silicone cheek burying into him.

His core was like a drum, whirring and taking in oil to try and cool himself off, his eyes wide, a more and more noticeable blush stained his face. The more he thought about the day.

He had a crush on Uzi.

And he'd probably had one for awhile, considering the strength it all hit him at once, he felt like screaming, either from his stupidity, or just because of how overwhelming it felt; he wasn't sure.

She mumbled in her sleep, her tail tightened around him. And his core tightened even more, her brought her closer, even if it made his temperature rise a few ticks.

He'd kept that song playing on repeat, letting the image of her wash over him again and again, each time he had something new to admire, her hair turning pinkish blue, her wings shining light between them, the embers dancing next to her face…

Holy hell had he fallen hard.

He moved a strand of hair out of her face before realizing she still had her beanie on, so he gently removed it, letting free her purple and black hair, he felt her tense, before relaxing.

He wanted to card his fingers through her hair, or pull her close so he could feel her core beat next to his, or even just… hold her hand as she slept.

He let out a shaky breath, and his hand tangled in her hair without his conscious input, detangling each strand with his fingers.

This proximity was both fueling his nerves and the tugging on his core. This… did not feel the same as it did with V. Maybe it was because Uzi was already his best freind, that it felt so much heavier in his chest.

“Nnnh… N…?” He froze solid, glancing over at her visor, it still said [Sleep Mode] but she was still reacting slightly to his touch in her hair.

“Shhhh…” It came involuntary out of his mouth, and his hand resumed it's journey through her hair, a small smile made it's way to her face, and it spread to his, his core swarmed with butterflies as her arm wrapped around him, gripping the fur of his jacket and pulling herself ever closer.

She was so cuddly when she slept…

What was he going to do…? She had so much stress on her shoulders right now, she didn't need… this! His weird, awkward feelings that he just now realized he had for his very pretty best freind.

He frowned, he couldn't just tell her… the chances were she didn't feel the same way, she didnt… like stutter, or seem to act any differently then she always did around him. She was… less prickly sure, but that didn't mean much. They were freinds.

So another crush he had to keep to himself, he could do that right? He could just act normal. Be there for her in all the ways he always was and just… not mention it. At least until they figured out everything that was going on. Then… then he'd tell her, and maybe she'd feel the same way? Or… reject him. Like V had.

But Uzi wasn't V. She wouldn't break his heart like that. If anything she'd just laugh! And tell him something like “ew you're so sappy N.” And then it would be over, and she'd know and they would move on.

For now though, his mind was made up, he could keep it to himself, just for a little bit right? Until they found Doll and figured out what was happening. Yeah, yeah he definitely could.

Uzi made a squeak before she began twitching, her tail beginning to constrict tightly around his leg, her body shook, and small beeps came from her system.

“No… no…no…” N was knocked out of this thoughts, replaced with concern, he turned his body to face her, ignoring his strumming core and cupped her cheek.

“Uzi?” He whispered, and although she was still solidly in sleep mode, he heard her whimper, her visor glitching with the solver symbol, he felt her curl in on herself, as if she was terrified.

“N…V…” She murmured, shuddering, fingers balling it fists, breathing getting erratic and uneven.

“I'm right here Zi…” He ran a thumb over her cheek, his other hand pulling her close into his chest, he felt her core whirring as hard as it would go, and another whimper escaped her mouth.

“It's okay.” He wasn't sure why he was talking, he wasn't even sure she could hear him. But it did seem to be working, the slower symbol slowly fizzling out.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…” Her voice was small, weak, and distant. It sounded so scared.

“I'm here, it's okay…” He didn't know what else to say, his tail found her own and wrapped around it in an attempt to comfort her in her sleep.

“H-help…”

He gulped, he wished he could do more, but her systems had forced her to sleep and now it was impossible to wake her up, he had no idea what horror she was experiencing, but his hand found her back, pushing her head into her chest, right above his core.

He felt her tense before one of her hands found the one retreating from her cheek, grabbing it and holding it so tight it almost hurt.

“Leave me?”

Oh

“Never.” He squeezed back, and finally she seemed to settle, the grip on his hand loosened, but now he was tangled up in her legs, unable to move. His face lighting up in a golden blush.

Yeah… he could definitely keep this to himself, no problem…

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[rosanna-writer]

Karma Is My Boyfriend (1/?)

Summary: Elain Archeron saved countless lives by vanquishing Graysen Nolan, her literal demon of a fianc��. She's a hero, but it's just not fair that being a good witch destined to rid the world of evil has left her tragically, painfully single. Enter Lucien Vanserra, the best cupid in the business, who's been sent by the universe to balance the karmic scales and find Elain the perfect new partner…

Happy Elucien Week! A huge thank you to @popjunkie42 for beta-reading, and my playlist for this fic can be found here. I'm so excited to participate in @elucienweekofficial; we're so lucky to have such a dedicated team of event runners!

Read on AO3 or under the cut!

The new energy in Elain's shop was too sweet to be demonic. It set her teeth on edge—artificial strawberry, discount chocolate, cards fashioned out of glitter glue and construction paper. Nothing at all like the gentle, soothing aura created by the plants lining the aisles of Roots 'n Shoots. Elain felt it following her like a bad smell as she repotted new shipments, packaged online orders, and upsold premium fertilizer to customers who'd wandered in.

By lunchtime, she'd resolved to get rid of it.

Whatever magic was hanging around didn't seem to be a threat, but she hadn't survived three years of fighting evil by taking chances.

She had half a mind to call her sisters for backup; even though Elain was a powerful witch, her premonitions of the future weren't nearly as effective for self-defense as Nesta's telekinesis or Feyre's ability to cause explosions with her mind. But whatever was hanging around didn't seem malicious. Just…cloying.

Elain let her intuition guide her and followed the strange feeling to its source. She walked slowly down an aisle of tall, leafy ferns and kept her eyes peeled.

There—through the leaves, a flash of red. Every molecule in her body seemed drawn right to it, like a compass and a magnetic pole. She hurried towards it.

The flash of red turned out to be long auburn hair pulled into a messy bun. Elain couldn't help but notice the way it gleamed in the sun as she gently pushed a fern leaf to the side to get a better look at the culprit…

And found a mechanical eye staring back.

She squeaked in surprise and jumped backward. The leaf rustled gently as it fell back into place. On instinct, Elain reached deep into her well of power, the same way she did just before vanquishing a demon.

"Well, hello there," the man purred from the other side of the fern.

"Can I help you find something?" Elain said.

He smiled at her in a way that could only be described as radiant. He was gorgeous, and the jagged scar running down the side of his face only seemed to enhance his beauty. Before Graysen, Elain would already have been fluttering her lashes at him.

Now, she just glared in suspicion.

"I think I've found exactly what I'm looking for," he said, which did nothing to set her at ease, even though his expression had gone heartbreakingly soft.

Before Elain could demand answers, he winnowed over to the aisle where she was standing. A risky move—he was lucky there were no mortal customers while the store was closed for her lunch hour.

"Not a single butterfly in that stomach of yours. This is going to be a tough case," he said thoughtfully. He cocked his head, staring at Elain like she was a particularly difficult puzzle he was trying to solve.

"I beg your pardon?" Elain said tightly.

He began circling her like a predator, mechanical eye clicking and whirring. Elain huffed in frustration as her hands settled on her hips. Her strange visitor might not have been a demon, but she didn't have time for anything supernatural with so many orders to fill by the afternoon.

"The meet-cute I engineered just now was some of my best work, but it didn't get your heart fluttering at all. That ex-fiancé left you with quite the wound, didn't he?"

For the last year, Elain walked around with a ragged hole in her heart that refused to close, and to add insult to injury, the entire magical world knew everything about her literal ex from hell. "If you're here to discuss Graysen Nolan, get out of my shop," she said with all the venom she could muster.

"I'm here for you, Elain."

"If you're not an innocent in need of protection, it has to wait."

"Put me to work while we talk, then. I can multitask," he said with an elegant shrug.

She hesitated. The smartest course of action still seemed to be ordering this stranger out of her store, but...she could use the help. And at least he wasn't evil.

Gods, had her standards really sunk that low?

"At least tell me your name." It was irritating that he already seemed to know hers.

He sketched a bow. "Lucien Vanserra, at your service."

"The only service I require at the moment is someone to water my pothos," Elain said with a meaningful nod towards a watering can and row of plants towards the back of the room.

To her surprise, Lucien began filling the watering can without a single complaint. For a moment, Elain watched, telling herself it was to make sure he was doing it correctly—and not at all because he was absurdly beautiful.

She forced herself to turn her attention back to organizing the cards with handwritten care instructions that Roots 'n Shoots included with every houseplant they sold. She could have saved herself time and printed them, but the personal touch was exactly the sort of thing that kept customers coming back to her instead of the big box garden supply store down the road. As she worked, they lapsed into a silence that was almost companionable.

But just as Elain started to relax, Lucien went and opened his mouth again."I thought there might have been an error when the file they gave me said you hadn't had any new partners since Graysen, but now I can see why."

She stilled. "What file?"

"The file that every cupid gets when they're assigned a new charge."

A cupid. Well, that certainly explained why his aura didn't feel demonic, just sickly sweet. Elain had never crossed paths with a cupid before, and she'd been under the impression they were supposed to be a bit more…cute .

"I'm one of your charges?" Technically, Elain was already someone's charge—even after Cassian had broken the rules and married Nesta, he'd remained the guardian angel assigned to protect the Archeron sisters after they'd learned they were witches tasked with ridding the world of evil.

"My only charge, actually. The elders insisted I focus on you and only you, Elain."

"And to what do I owe that honor?"

"You saved the world, and what goes around comes around, sweetie. Offing your demonic fiancé earned you the best and brightest cupid's help with finding a doting new partner."

Lucien said it as if she were supposed to fall over herself in gratitude. But she had half a mind to slap him for the audacity to think he could just waltz into her place of business and treat her like a charity case he'd magnanimously offered to take on.

"A partner is the last thing I need." Elain and her sisters had spent the last several nights rounding up a rogue band of crossroads demons that had been plaguing Velaris's intersections. Casting the vanquishing spells on each street had taken hours, leaving her with precious little time to eat, sleep, and run her store.

It had been the same with the succubi last week, the rabid werewolves the week before, and the banshees they'd spent a whole month rooting out. These days, going on a date was unthinkable.

Lucien rolled his eyes. "You're certainly not going to attract one with that attitude."

That, Elain decided, would be the end of the conversation. She was an Archeron, one of the three most powerful witches ever to walk the earth—not someone who'd allow herself to be condescended to.

All it took was one half-hearted wave of her hand, as if she were brushing away a fly, to activate the wards she'd placed around the shop. Twin vines of pure magic grew from the ceiling, hoisted Lucien up by the armpits, yanked him across the room, and dropped him unceremoniously onto the sidewalk outside. The spell wouldn't let him back in until she changed her mind.

Hopefully, that would be the last she'd hear from Lucien Vanserra.

***

As soon as she got home, Elain marched straight up the stairs of the Archeron manor. She and her sisters had inherited the house—along with their powers and mandate to protect the innocent—three years prior, and the Book of Shadows that never left the attic had guided them through all of it. Instructions for spell casting, potion recipes, taxonomies of every magical creature they might possibly come across…the Book contained it all.

The worn leather bindings creaked as Elain opened it and began searching for the entry on cupids. There wasn't an index; the ancient book was a work in progress by generations of Archeron witches, which meant it was a disorganized mess on a good day. Sometimes, wind would gust from nowhere and just so happen to flip the book to the correct page, but today, she had no such luck.

Hello, Elain.

She jumped, nearly dropping the Book. In her rush to find the entry on cupids, she hadn't noticed the bat hanging upside down from a rafter.

Rhysand—her other, non-angelic brother-in-law. He was a bat shifter that roosted in the attic while the manor had been empty, and though Nesta had been fully prepared to call animal control the night they'd discovered him, Elain had felt horrible throwing him out of his home. But since their family had lost their fortune, the manor was badly in need of expensive repairs, so Feyre struck a bargain: Rhys could stay as long as he paid rent and kept quiet.

He'd married the youngest Archeron sister within a year.

"I'm sorry if I woke you," Elain said aloud. Even after years of wielding magic of her own, she'd never gotten used to Rhys's way of speaking mind-to-mind, a power that allowed him to communicate even when he wasn't in a form with proper vocal cords.

He shifted, wings and fur disappearing as he turned back into a man. The claws stayed in place so Rhys could remain inverted—he claimed it did wonders for his back pain.

"You didn't," he said, "and if there's something urgent, I can call Feyre for you."

"It's nothing demonic. At least, I don't think. Do you know anything about cupids?"

Rhys cocked his head, violet eyes sparking with interest. "I've crossed paths with a few over the centuries. They're harmless."

"Are they all that arrogant?"

"Not in my experience."

Elain bit back a frustrated sigh and turned the Book's pages a little more forcefully than necessary. It was bad enough that the Powers That Be had decided that after Graysen, she was so tragically, painfully single that it required divine intervention, but they'd gone the extra mile and sent their biggest asshole of a cupid to "fix" her, too.

"Hopefully there's still a spell I can cast to keep him away."

"Did someone bother you?" Rhys's voice went cold, and suddenly he sounded less like the brother-in-law she badgered about remembering to recycle and more like the terrifying Lord of Nightmares he also was. Elain smiled; it was sweet, in a way—Rhys was fiercely protective of the people he loved.

"Yes, but not like that. Don't go crushing minds on my account."

"What happened?"

"A cupid named Lucien came to my shop today and said he'd been sent to help me find a new partner."

"And I assume you didn't take him up on the offer?"

Elain shook her head. She'd finally found the entry on cupids, which was barely a paragraph long: Benevolent. Responsible for connecting the worthy with their true love.

The worthy. Elain certainly didn't feel worthy, not after her love for Graysen had deluded her into thinking a demon could change. In the end, she'd done the right thing and vanquished him, but…making that choice had nearly torn her apart. She'd come so close to letting him live.

It had been nearly a year, and the sight of Graysen pleading for his life still haunted in her dreams.

"If you hated him that much, I'm sure the cupid elders could always send you another," Rhys said with a wry smile.

"I don't need a cupid. Business is booming at Roots 'n Shoots, and I have my hands full with protecting innocents and corralling you, Feyre, Cassian, and Nesta. That's more than enough for me."

"Being busy is all the more reason to accept expert help."

Elain closed the Book of Shadows and glowered at her meddling bastard of a brother-in-law. Rhys smirked back.

She started to go, but a pair of massive, membranous wings erupted from Rhys's back, allowing him to release his talons from the rafter, glide upwards, then land on his feet in one smooth movement. Elain crossed her arms, waiting for him to get out of her way once he'd shifted completely back into his human form.

Despite the irritation that was probably rippling off her in waves, Rhys's expression softened. "More than anyone else I know, you deserve to be happy, Elain. Even if you don't feel like you do."

A lump formed in Elain's throat. That meant a lot, coming from Rhys, who was always staring at Feyre like he couldn't believe his luck. "Love you," she said.

"Love you, too."

Despite all that love, he still didn't move, continuing to block her path to the attic's only exit. "I'm sensing a 'but,' though," Elain said.

"I should warn you that if you don't give things with that cupid a shot, Feyre might try matchmaking you herself. And if Feyre does, then so will Nesta…" He trailed off, letting the implications of her sisters teaming up hang in the air.

"Blackmail is immoral." She felt obligated to point it out, though pesky little things like ethics rarely stopped Rhys.

"Immoral and effective," he said, flashing her one last grin before disappearing into the shadows with a gentle gust of night-kissed wind.

[kirby0strombolli]

Ghostface | Matt Sturniolo P5

'What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

ghostface!matt x reader

Chapter 5 - The doppelgänger

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

warnings: knifes, blood, stabbing, doppelganger references...

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Standing in the corner of the room, his gaze was fixed on her with an eerie intensity, his lips curling into a malicious smirk, "Hello, y/n. Remember me?"

Her face froze in shock as she limply dropped the telephone from its receiver, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Matt's frantic pleas began to fade into the distance, drowned out by the shrill sound that pierced her ears as head pounded with anticipation, each throb echoing the tumultuous storm raging within her mind.

''Cat got your tongue, y/n?'' he purred, each syllable dripping with a sinister sweetness that sent a shiver down her spine.

this wasn't matt. it couldn't be. no way, she thought, her brain whirring with thoughts. the real matt was on the other side of the receiver.

As he approached her, a satanic grin stretched across his face, she began to back up against the wall, a gasp escaping her mouth as he pulled out a blade from behind him, stained with blood.

the same blade from the party.

"W-whose blood is that?" she stuttered, her voice trembling with fear, trying to buy herself time.

He said nothing, although she could've sworn that a look of darkness crossed his face.

But as she blinked, it was gone, just as fast as it had come.

"Don't worry, darling," he whispered, his tone dripping with malice, "just those useless prank callers." he chuckled darkly as he ran his finger slowly across the blade, never breaking eye contact with her.

"Matt..." she whispered, barely audible, her voice catching in her throat.

"I'm not Matt anymore." he murmured, "I'm the ghostface."

"I'm not who you think I am. I'm your biggest nightmare."

Her face dawned on realisation. This- this wasn't Matt. It was his doppelgänger.

Panic flooded through her as her back hit the wall. Then, he drew back his arm, his face a picture of sick delight, the blade glinting in the darkness.

Before she could act, he plunged the knife into her abdomen, his face inches from hers.

As she recoiled in terror, he drove the blade further into her abdomen with a savage ferocity. Agony exploded through her, stealing her breath and leaving her gasping for air.

"You sick fuck!" she screamed, the words torn from her throat in a raw, guttural cry of pain and disbelief.

"Now I see something RED." he screamed, his eyes glinting in malice as he pulled out the knife in one swift move.

Before he could strike again, she summoned every ounce of strength she had and stumbled towards the door, her blood staining the floor in a grotesque trail behind her.

But as he pursued, his footsteps echoing ominously in the dimly lit room,his foot caught on the tangled mess of the telephone cord, sending him crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.

Seizing the opportunity, she spun round, grabbing the nearest object—a heavy lamp—and swung it at him with all her strength, the metallic clang echoing through the room as it connected with his skull.

Ignoring the searing pain in her abdomen, she limped towards the phone, her hands slick with blood as she dialed frantically for help. But to her horror, she realized there was no dial tone—no signal.

She screams in frustration as she clutches at her wound, desperately trying to staunch the flow of blood. Her eyes widen as she hears daunting footsteps approaching behind her.

Panic rising in her chest, she glances around the room, searching for any means of escape.

But before she could formulate a plan, Matt the doppelgänger appeared before her once more, his eyes glinting evilly as he raised the weapon again.

She braced herself for the final blow, her heart pounding in her chest, when suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak.

And then, everything went black.

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comment to be added to the taglist a/n: matt pov next chapter?

[yeolsaintlaurent]

Nocturnal Reverie ch.11 [PCY]

pairing - chanyeol x fem reader

genre - mature, smut, angst

themes - power imbalance, romance, crime, justice, class divide, politics, sex

synopsis - In the sprawling, dystopian city of Emberhaven, where power and corruption reign supreme, the lives of two unlikely individuals collide in a tale of passion, intrigue, and moral reckoning. Chanyeol, an enigmatic and wealthy scion of the city's elite, finds himself captivated by the elusive Y/N, a cunning and resourceful thief who navigates the treacherous underworld of Emberhaven. Their first encounter, sparked by a chance meeting in a luxurious club called The Velvet Lounge, sets the stage for a whirlwind romance amidst a backdrop of crime, politics, and danger.

warnings - drug use

A/N - i am so so so glad to be back and writing. thank you for reading this series after my long ass hiatus. so many notifications kept popping up during the hiatus about likes and reblogs on Nocturnal Reverie and CVMF and it always made me smile and filled with joy. i am very grateful for all the readers new and old. as always, let me know what you think about this chapter. feedback is always welcome. love you all xx

Chapter 11: The Message

Y/N stirred awake in Chanyeol's bed, the sheets cool beside her where he should have been. She reached out instinctively but found only emptiness. Frowning, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 11 AM. He must have gone out early. Maybe he had things to take care of.

Yawning, she got up and padded toward the kitchen. Her cat, a sleek, black feline named Kat, greeted her with a purr and a brush against her legs. She picked him up, rubbing his belly affectionately. He purred louder, a comforting sound in the quiet apartment.

"Good morning, Kat," she murmured, setting him down to fill his bowls with wet food, dry food, and fresh water. He meowed appreciatively before diving into his breakfast.

Opening the fridge, Y/N found a carton of strawberry juice and took a long swig straight from it. She smiled to herself, enjoying the small luxuries of Chanyeol’s well-stocked kitchen. His fancy coffee machine caught her eye, and she decided to make herself a caramel macchiato. As the machine whirred to life, her thoughts wandered to Chanyeol.

She still knew so little about what he did for a living. He had mentioned something about cutting off his family and wanting to start a new life, but the details were vague. What could have been so important that he took such a drastic step? He had said it was something that didn’t align with his values, but why? And what exactly had he done?

The rich aroma of coffee filled the kitchen, snapping her out of her reverie. Her macchiato was ready. She poured it into a mug and carried it to the lounge, sinking into the plush couch. She turned on the TV, flicking through channels until she stopped at the news.

The headline on the screen made her freeze. "Apartment Fire in Emberhaven: Possible Arson." Her heart skipped a beat. The image of the burning building filled the screen. It was her apartment.

“Oh no,” she whispered, clutching the mug tightly. Whoever did this was sending her a message, and she received it loud and clear. Lucio’s men. It had to be them.

The reporter’s voice cut through her shock. "We have an interview with the lead investigator on the scene." The camera switched to a familiar face. Minseok.

“We believe the perpetrator is someone we’ve been monitoring for a long time,” Minseok said, his expression grim.

Y/N's mind raced. Was he talking about Lucio or her? She turned off the TV and leaned back, closing her eyes. Things were getting worse. She had to find a way to fix this before anyone else got hurt.

Reaching for her phone, she quickly sent a message to Kai. She waited for a response, but none came. As she was about to set her phone down, a notification popped up from a private number. Her heart pounded as she opened it.

"Come here at 10:30 PM tonight with the money and goods, and all will be forgiven", with a pin to what seemed to be an obscure alley leading to the docks.

A million thoughts raced through her mind. This could be her way out, but it could also be a trap. Whatever it was, it was her problem to solve, her burden to bear. She wouldn’t drag Chanyeol into this mess, not when she loved him as much as she did. She had to protect him, even if it meant facing the danger alone.

At the police station, Minseok sat behind his desk, the clutter of papers and case files spread before him. He was deep in conversation with a fellow officer about the fire when his phone rang, the harsh sound cutting through the room. He picked up the receiver, his expression hardening as the warden's grim voice crackled through the line.

"Lucio has escaped. Four of our officers are dead."

Minseok's face twisted in anger. "What the hell were you doing while this happened? How could you let a high-profile mobster away?" His voice was a mix of fury and disbelief.

The warden's response was muffled, but the weight of the news hit Minseok like a freight train. This was troubling beyond measure. He slammed the receiver down, his mind racing with the implications. They had to act fast.

Grabbing his cellphone, he dialed Kyungsoo. The phone barely rang twice before Kyungsoo answered.

"Lucio escaped," Minseok said without preamble. "We need to accelerate our plans. This is escalating faster than we anticipated."

Kyungsoo's voice was steady. "Understood. What do you need?"

"We need to find Lucio again, and fast. But there's more. The apartment that was torched—it was supposed to be abandoned. But the remains suggest someone was living there. A woman. I don’t think it is farfetched to assume that it could be the girl we saw during the sting."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. Kyungsoo's mind raced. He had his suspicions about who she might be based on his conversations with Chanyeol, but he kept his voice neutral. "I'll handle the matter of the girl. It's my responsibility to find out more about her."

Minseok agreed, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. But I'm increasing the number of people in this case. We need to catch Lucio, and fast. Once we have him, we can move on to Dom."

"I'll keep you updated," Kyungsoo said before hanging up. He couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get even more complicated.

Y/N stood in the dimly lit alley, the shadows swallowing her slight figure clad in all black. She checked her phone screen for the time—10:15 PM. The cold night air bit at her skin as she waited for any message from the unknown sender. She took a deep breath and sent her live location to Kai. She knew he had her back, no matter what. Their bond was forged in childhood, built on trust and countless shared secrets. She smiled at the thought of how she used to entrust him with her precious beanie baby toys and her weekly allowance.

Suddenly, the alley was flooded with bright headlights. She squinted against the harsh light, quickly tucking her phone into her boot. The car door creaked open, and she heard the unmistakable sound of heavy boots hitting the pavement.

"Well, well, well," a raspy, sarcastic voice drawled. "Look who decided to show up."

Y/N's heart raced. Lucio.

He stepped into the light, a sneer on his face, his eyes raking over her in a way that made her skin crawl. "You did the right thing, sweetheart," he said, his voice laced with crude amusement. "Now, why don't you come over here and give me that duffel bag? Nice and slow."

Y/N swallowed her fear and took a tentative step forward, clutching the bag tightly. "Here it is," she said, her voice steady despite the terror clawing at her insides. She approached Lucio, her eyes never leaving his.

Lucio's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "That's it, nice and easy," he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "Gotta say, you clean up nice. It's a shame you're mixed up in all this."

Y/N forced herself to stay calm, to focus on the task at hand. She held out the duffel bag, but Lucio didn't take it right away. Instead, he reached out and ran a finger down her arm, making her shudder with revulsion.

"Such a brave little thing," he sneered, leaning in close. "But bravery won't get you far in this world, darling. Especially not with the kind of people you're dealing with."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Just take the bag and leave me out of this," she said, her voice firm.

Lucio chuckled, a dark, mocking sound. "Oh, I don't think so. You see, you're part of this now. And there's no getting out."

He finally took the bag from her, opening it to inspect the contents. His eyes lit up as he saw the money and the goods inside. "Well, well, you actually came through. I'm almost impressed."

Y/N took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. "You got what you wanted. Never ever contact me again."

Lucio looked up from the bag, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Not so fast, sweetheart. We need to have a little chat first. About your boyfriend."

Her blood ran cold. "What about him?"

Lucio's smile widened. "Oh, don't play dumb with me. You think I don't know who he is? What he is? Chanyeol’s got a lot of people interested in him. And now, because of him, they're interested in you too."

She tried to mask her fear with anger. "Leave him out of this. He has nothing to do with your business."

Lucio laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh! Is that what you think? How cute." He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "Get in the car while I'm still being nice," he said, his voice dripping with fake politeness.

Y/N's heart raced. "Fuck you! And what if I refuse?" she challenged, her voice steady despite the fear gripping her.

Lucio's expression darkened, the sarcasm vanishing. "Then your little lover will get hurt. A lot. I'll make sure of it."

As he spoke, Y/N's hand slowly reached toward the knife in her right boot. But before she could react, two large figures appeared from the shadows behind her, grabbing her roughly. She struggled, but they overpowered her easily, throwing her into the car.

Lucio smirked to himself as he turned and got into the car next to Y/N. By now, her hands and feet were tied, and a strip of tape was plastered across her mouth. She thrashed around, desperate to free herself, but it was no use.

"Quiet down," Lucio ordered, his voice cold. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bag of white powder. He poured it onto a tray in front of him and meticulously cut lines into the cocaine. As the car started moving, he rolled up a 100 bill and snorted a line.

Lucio then turned toward Y/N, gesturing the rolled-up bill toward her as if to offer some. She angrily turned away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Her mind raced, searching for a way out. She glanced at Lucio, who seemed momentarily lost in his drug-induced haze. Despite her terror, she knew she had to stay calm and wait for the right moment to escape. Her life, and possibly Chanyeol's, depended on it.

As the car came to a halt, the tires crunching over the gravel, Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. Lucio, still engrossed in his cocaine-fueled haze, clumsily opened the door and gestured for her to follow. The two large figures who had been his enforcers stepped out first, their imposing forms casting long shadows in the dim light.

Y/N was pulled roughly from the car, the cold night air biting at her skin. She was led toward a large, dilapidated building that loomed ominously in the distance. As they approached, the grandeur of the structure became more apparent despite its current state of decay.

It was an old theatre, its faded grandeur hinting at a time when it had been the heart of cultural life. The exterior was crumbling, with ivy creeping up the walls and broken windows revealing glimpses of the interior. The building’s once-majestic façade was now scarred with neglect, but it still retained an air of faded opulence.

The men pushed Y/N inside, and she stumbled into the grand foyer. The interior was a ghostly echo of its former self: ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals coated in dust; velvet drapes lined the walls, tattered and moth-eaten; and the remnants of plush seating lay scattered about, some torn and others still surprisingly intact.

Lucio led her through the foyer, his footsteps echoing off the high ceilings. The grandeur of the theatre’s stage was revealed as they entered the main hall. Despite the dust and cobwebs, the stage retained its regal charm, with its once-brilliant red curtains now hanging in tatters and the remnants of a lavishly decorated backdrop partially visible.

Y/N was brought to the centre of the stage, her heart pounding with anxiety. The vast space around her seemed empty and imposing. Lucio’s men roughly tied her to a sturdy wooden chair placed in the middle of the stage, securing her wrists and ankles with thick rope. A strip of tape was placed over her mouth, effectively silencing any protests or pleas for help.

Lucio stood at the edge of the stage, his presence looming over her. He gazed around the old theatre with a smirk, clearly amused by the contrast between its former splendour and its current state of decay.

“Now,” Lucio said, his voice dripping with false politeness, “we’re going to move on to the more important part of our business. I suggest you make yourself comfortable, though I doubt you’ll be enjoying the show.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bag of white powder. He dipped into it with a tiny golden spoon. After snorting it, he turned toward Y/N with a mocking gesture, offering her some.

Y/N turned her head away in disgust, her anger and fear battling for control. Lucio’s smirk widened as he took another hit.

“Just so you know,” he said, his tone growing darker, “if you don’t cooperate, Chanyeol will be the one to suffer. I can make sure of that, believe me.”

He then gestured for the men to leave the stage, and they exited, their footsteps fading into the distance. The theatre’s oppressive silence enveloped Y/N, amplifying her sense of isolation.

Alone on the stage, Y/N surveyed her surroundings with a mix of hope and desperation. The grandeur of the theatre, despite its decay, might hold some hidden opportunities. She had to stay calm and find a way to escape, both for herself and for Chanyeol.

As Y/N remained tied to the chair, the echoes of Lucio’s footsteps grew fainter, leaving her alone in the oppressive silence of the abandoned theatre. The dim light from a single overhead bulb flickered intermittently, casting long shadows that danced across the stage. Her thoughts raced with plans for escape, but for now, she had to wait.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, and the city lights shimmered faintly in the distance. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Chanyeol was pacing anxiously in his upscale apartment, his mind a whirlwind of worry. The usual calm of his surroundings did little to soothe his nerves, especially with Y/N missing and the fire at her apartment still fresh in his mind.

Chanyeol’s phone buzzed on the glass coffee table, pulling him from his anxious thoughts. He picked it up, expecting a message from Y/N or a far-fetched text from Kai. Instead, the screen displayed a single notification from an unknown number.

He tapped on it, and the message that appeared was cryptic and chilling:

“If you want her back, you need to act fast. Tonight’s performance is just the beginning. Come to the old theatre at midnight. Time is running out.”

Chanyeol’s heart raced as he read the message, his face going pale. The gravity of the situation hit him like a freight train. The old theatre—he knew where that was. The message was a sinister hint about what was to come, and the urgency in its words made his stomach churn.

He quickly glanced at his watch; it was already past ten-thirty. There was no time to waste. Chanyeol’s mind raced as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. His phone buzzed again, but he didn’t have time to check it. He had to get to the theatre and figure out what Lucio had planned.

The apartment was left in chaotic disarray as Chanyeol rushed out, his pulse pounding in his ears. He had to find Y/N before it was too late. The message had made one thing painfully clear: the night was far from over, and the real danger was just beginning.

[overwatchfics]

hello! can i request genji nsfw hcs ?

Genji NSFW HCs

A/N: I'm not duper great with male smut so heads up. It used to be restricted on my rules but I'm giving it a try. (Also I'm having SUCH a hard time imagining Genji naked and I'm cracking up so pardon if this isn't good I'm just laughing my ass off thinking mercy gave him a fully weaponed robo-schnitzel please excuse me my 5 year old potty mouth is coming out lmfao)

Talk about a real smooth talker Genji is pretty damn good at it.

You're pretty convinced he talked your pants off in the first place

Genji is very big into foreplay, and in particular loves to give oral.

He feels that his face is once if the few parts of him that has the capability to actually feel you

So Genji will glady put hit tongue to use, in a way that has you twitching everytime he runs across your clit.

He'll only add his fingers if you ask, he's insecure about using them since they can't feel anything and he fears it will take you away from the experience.

Oh how wrong he was.

Especially figuring out THAT HE CAN MAKE THEM VIBRATE ON COMMAND.

I hope you have crutches Anon because you're not going to be able to walk to walk the next day.

With vibration to use you'll be flailing helplessly on the bed, clothing the sheets or his head riding him like no tomorrow

Speaking of riding, Genji's favorite position is cowgirl

This way you can lean over him and plant your hands on his chest, this makes him melt, he'll lean up and hold you there with him.

He's very big into body worship and praise

Leaves kisses all over your body and if you do the same you can here whirring of the machinery in his body (like the purring of a cat)

Aside from that I feel that Genji is pretty vanilla, but he's such a wholesome robot boy.

Blackwatch Genji though? Whole other story I'll get to that another day.

[velariscalling]

A snippet of my current WIP…

I am so BUMMED because I wanted to post my full imagine this weekend but it’s become very clear that it’s definitely not going to be ready, but no worries! I’m still working on it, so I thought I’d share a small piece of it to let you know what to expect… enjoy ;)

~✨~✨~✨~

Gritting his teeth, Cassian opened his previously clenched eyes, setting on her with an air of distaste. “Anything else up your sleeve?” The question was dry, sick to death of the games already, but the excitement practically vibrating off Y/N told him she wasn’t finished with him just yet.

“Well, maybe just one tiny detail. You may have woken up from that poison, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still in your system. You’ll die without the antidote.” She said idly, eyebrows raised with a slight mocking pout on her lips as she examined her fingernails without a care in the world.

Cassian startled. He knew there was more to the story, of course there was, but that is not what he was expecting. His mind whirred with a way to get out of this situation, a way to turn the tables in his favour, but he kept coming up short. “What’s the point, Y/N? Huh? You never even told me why I’m here in the first place, I think it’s only fair that if I’m gonna die, I should at least know why I’m going down.”

“Well of course I was going to tell you, I’m not a monster,” Y/N laughed - actually laughed. “You’re here because we can’t have you commanding those Illyrian bastards to victory. Without you, they’re lost, leaving the goal wide open for a win for my side. Silly little baby, aren’t you?” She went to tap his nose - condescending little bitch, Cassian thought, and turned his head to the side with a grimace, which Y/N did not like one bit. That playful grin on her face was gone in an instant, replaced by a face so stoney and cold that even the worst of creatures would be afraid. In that split second of rage, Y/N grabbed Cassian’s jaw with her whole hand and yanked him back to face her where she was suddenly inches away from him. “That was rude, Cassian.”

Then, he snapped. He finally snapped, and her hand around his jaw, commanding him as if she were his superior was the breaking point. Her control was his breaking point as he spat in her face, completely losing his grip on the leash to his anger. But Y/N… oh no, Y/N wasn’t so easily perturbed, and as Cassian’s rage subsided and he watched her eye him with malice, he remembered as much.

“So feisty,” she purred as she wiped her face with her hand, eyes not leaving his pissed expression for a minute. She just loved the way his jaw ticked with anger, and how sharp the lines of his face became as he watched her every move, just like he used to do… well, with less anger and more lust. “You used to love when I took control, Cassian, remember?”

Gods, he remembered, of course he did. He remembered their secret rendezvous, the way they snuck around not to get caught. He remembered how she would crawl on top of him agonisingly slowly, and kiss all the way up his abs and chest, leaving her scent all over his body. Or how they’d wind up cramped in a tiny storage closet, her back pressed against the wall and her nails digging into his skin as he took her as his own, stifling their sounds of pleasure at the mere whisper of someone walking past. But what he loved most was when his face was buried between her thighs as she crossed her ankles, locking him in, his own hips rutting against the bed for any sort of friction he could get amidst the desperation to draw high after high from her.

“Oh,” Her voice dipped in honey shook him out of his reverie as he remembered where he was, hands bound and body poisoned. He caught her eyes once more, and a gasp escaped him as he saw just how blown out her pupils had become, almost sucking up any light remaining. “I think someone still likes that idea.” It took Cassian a moment to realise what she meant, and just how sloppy he had become. During his trip down memory lane, he had allowed his scent to shift, completely exposing just how turned on she still had the power to make him.

To be continued…

[violetsandfluff]

Nighttime Routine

concept from @reveriehs

Harry and Y/N had been doing their skincare together every night since she moved in with him. Their products created a long, colorful row across the bathroom counter, which they navigated with ease.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed as you peeled open one of your favorite face masks. It felt so cooling and refreshing, you were sure Harry would love it. You laid it gently on his face and his eyes widened in surprise before you coaxed them back shut. “If that feels good, wait ‘til you feel this.” You ran your jade roller all over his face, lifting it up rather than pulling it down.

Harry practically purred at the sensation, his head falling back against his neck. “Yeah,” he groaned.

“Yeah, H?” you questioned, and he gave you a lazy nod in response.

“Feels so smooth,” he moaned wistfully. “ ‘F only I had some of my own.”

“Too bad,” you piped cheerfully as you continued rolling the stone up his face. “It makes your skin feel so smooth, it’s almost unrealistic.”

“You are unbearably unrealistic,” Harry groaned, head still back. “Goddess.”

You let out a soft hum in place of a giggle as you finished massaging his face. You peeled off the mask, leaving him in awe of his smooth, hydrated complexion.

“Now what are you gonna do to me, Mr. Styles?” you asked, giving his bare chest a playful slap.

“I haven’t quite decided yet,” he replied as he examined you with a smirk on his face. “Maybe…”

You watched his eyes scan the array of products before him as he carefully selected his favorite face soap. “This.” He squeezed some onto his dampened fingers and lathered it onto your face. He rubbed gentle circles across every inch of it as you blushed subconsciously, a result of the attention from Harry.

His eyes were glittering before you, enthralled by your beautiful face.

“Who’s got you so bothered?” you inquired, to which he didn’t respond.

He only reached for his moisturizer and spread it across your face, taking extra care to be gentle.

“It’s so smooth,” you commented.

Then, it was your turn to pamper him again. “Close your eyes and pick.”

His fingers fumbled around a small brown bottle and he handed it to you. “What is it?”

“Anti-aging serum!” you exclaimed, your chipper tone driving him mad. “Just perfect!”

“I am not aging,” Harry contradicted, folding his arms in retaliation.

“You sure look a lot different that when I first met you,” you reasoned, dripping the golden serum onto his forehead and cheeks. “Obstinate, aging baby.”

He let out a growl at your words, but he wasn’t unhappy, because every word was spoken out of your adoration for him.

Your fingers worked the serum into his skin, and, when you’d finished, he looked in the mirror, claiming to have aged backwards. “I feel rejuvenated,” he remarked coyly. “I am your baby-faced baby again.”

“Shut up,” you hissed through your giggles.

Harry picked up your new vibrating contraption that was supposed to tighten your skin, and turned it on.

“How do I use this?”

“Press the button and put it on my face,” you explained dumbly.

He died as you instructed, letting the machine whir gently across your skin.

“I can’t see how this is tightening, but it makes me want to squish those precious little cheeks.”

“Ooh, Harry!” you exclaimed, causing him to nearly drop your gadget. “I have a lip scrub from Lush that I wanna try on you. Come closer.”

You opened the container, waving it beneath his nose so he could get a whiff of it.

“It’s called Watermelon Sugar,” you explained excitedly. “It’s perfect for you!”

“Oh, goody.”

You scraped some of the soft crystals from the jar and spread them across his pink lips, scrubbing them gently back and forth. When you were done, he couldn’t help but lick his lips in amazement.

“I can kiss you again!” you remarked, receiving a dirty look from him.

“Watch it missy,” he warned. “I could use that vibrater for things you cannot wrap your pretty little mind around.”

“Such as?”

“Oh… you know…” he began, scrambling for ideas. “Ah… rattling your face off, pussy torture? The usual.”

“The usual, hm?”

“I don’t know about you, love, but I feel like using the kiss facial right now.” With that, his mouth was all over your face, whether you liked it or not.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Liu purring while cuddling with reader?

You look around for your keys, shoving your feet in your shoes as you get ready for work. Your manager called you in for a night shift as the person on duty had some sort of emergency. It's not like you had much choice in the matter, plus your partner had already crashed for the night so it wasn't like you were doing much.

The woman was tired from her own day of work. She was barely standing when she entered the house; grumbling a half-hearted hello before heading off to the bedroom to fall asleep. She's been there since the late afternoon and hasn't worked up since.

"Shit, I think I left them in the bedroom."

You creep to the bedroom door, easing it open as you poke your head inside. The blinds were shut; a large lump on the bed covered by a mountain of blankets. You spot the keys on the nightstand. An easy retrieve and go. You walk in the room and grabs the set; a groan coming from the springs of the bed as a weight is lifted from it.

"Y/n?" Liu stands behind you, sheet wrapped around her body and dragging against the floor. It's hard to see, but you can tell her eyes are barely open. Her voice is hoarse and crackles as she speaks. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, I got called into work."

"Stay."

"Huh?"

Liu steps closer and places her head against your shoulder. You hear a strange, faint noise. Her tongue clicks as she grumbles.

"Can you stay for a little while longer? I don’t feel good. I forgot to eat breakfast and I'm tired in general. I want to hold you."

"Liu- I need to get going."

"Five minutes.. please." Liu rubs her head against your cheek. She embraces you before you can give your final answer; bring your body close to hers under the blanket. Cradling you, she lays on the floor; using her body to cushion yours from it.

"The bed was right there."

"Mm.." Liu locks one of her legs around yours; her arm draped over your chest. Her chin sits atop your head and your head rests on her chest. Being this close to you feels nice. She can feel her troubles melting away. There's an odd noise again - like someone running a chainsaw in the distance. You recognize that it's coming from her as the sound rumbles in her throat and through her chest- vibrating against your cheek.

"Liu? What's that sound?"

"Hm? Dunno. Probably nothing." Her hand wraps around the side of your face, keeping your head to her bosom. You can definitely hear it now - a deep whir that comes from within her.

"Are... are you purring?"

"Am I? Didn't notice." Aware of the function, her purrs grows louder, but you can still put up on them, and feel the vibration through her body. Intrigued, you wiggle your arm free and turn to your side to better face her. She chirps out a whine at the change in position. It goes start back to the heavy purrs as you tease her jaw area with your fingers.

"I'm pretty sure this counts as bullying." She murmurs, but makes no attempt to stop you. She falls into the coziness of your touch and scent; and the burrs of sound that leave her. She couldn't help it - you providing her with so much comfort from the hardships of life just by existing. If she was trying to fight it before, she definitely wasn't putting up any defense now.

It will be tough to explain to your manager why you missed your shift later.

[multishippers-trash-blog]

What a Night... (Sundrop x Reader x Moondrop)

PART TWO OF MY STRIPPER AU! THIS IS THE END AND THE LEMON SO BE CAREFUL!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Part one is right here!

The dance didn't last as long as they wished for it to. Lights slowly filtered themselves back on as they watched your form retreat off the stage and into the backrooms. How their eyes pierced you, not looking through you but quite at you. Not in the other gazes you’d get while you dance either. Interesting to say the least. You had piqued their interest to the highest, as yours in them.

“So! You two ready to go? It's been an hour now.” Monty chided, gulping on his drink with a smirk and knowing look on his face. His eyes focused on both the panting Sun and Moon, since when were they panting like rabid dogs? Looking as if they want more from you and your form. To show them something a little more. Show them how truly divine you were. Just as they were to respond, a hand was placed on both of their shoulders only to turn and see you.

“Hello boys. Roxy and Monty.” You chided out with a slight smile. You knew your tricks but your interest was in the two animatronics that you had your hands on as of this moment. Speaking of which, Sundrop looked like he was about to explode due to how fast his rays were spinning. Meanwhile Moondrop looked down at your form with a smirk, lifting your hand off of his shoulder to place a kiss upon your knuckles.

“A pleasure, I am Moondrop.” Moondrop introduced himself, having pulled away after giving your hand a kiss. Your gaze was locked with his own until you felt your other hand being lifted up by the gentle sunshine and another kiss was placed upon it.

“And I am Sundrop, my dear.” Sundrop introduced, a pleased grin upon his face as he looked down at you, his rays slowing down slightly to greet you properly without being a whole windmill in your face.

“Oh boys, the pleasure is all mine…” You purred out with a wink up at the both of them. Could this be real? You? Flirting with them? God is real! You could hear their mechanical whirring from where you stood, both of your hands occupied with one of their own as they looked down at you with hooded eyes and devilious grins.

“They seem flustered, (Y/N). Care to take them into your room…?” Roxy would chuckle out, smiling and waving goodbye to the two flustered animatronics who were being dragged away by you, a happy grin spread over your face. Who wouldn't want two cuties in a room with them? Certainly, you couldn't pass up on the offer. Especially with the benefit of doubt that they are possible candidates for being your partner! Whoever would pass up on an opportunity like that would be absolute idiotic.

The second the door to your room closed, you were left alone with two incredibly tall animatronics that were no less handsome as they were. The thrive of music dulled out behind the door, the room was barely lit up in a nice glow. Enough to see every object and your polite guests but dark enough that anyone who walked in wouldn't see any lewd things that could occur. To put it in the least, whatever happens in this room, stays in this room. And both animatronics were good with this fact.

Both of them were thriving in this type of lighting, letting out soft whirrs from their cooling fans that similarly sounded like soft purring to you. Cute. Moondrop was the first to speak, a snarky grin stretching upon his face as he looked down at your form, red eyes swallowing your form entirely, every drop of gold chain, all the way down to your show makeup. You look devastatingly delicious…

"You look quite ravishing in this light. Then again, you look delectable in general, starshine." Moon grumbled out, taking a seat before you with Sun following suit. Leaving an open space between the two nicely suited up animatronics just for you, barely any space once you sat down between them to where you could feel their mechanical parts buzzing against you in a low vibration. How would it feel if you sat on one of them—?

"Sunbeam, you mustn't stare, it's quite rude." Sun would start up, snapping you out of your train of thoughts of being on top of them. Sundrop leaned down to be more face to face with you, feeling the hot air of his breath… Or what you thought was his breath which was probably just his processing fans blowing how hot he was at you. You made them feel like this? Hot and buzzing with excitement? You did that?

"Perhaps we should punish you, teach you some manners…" Moondrop grunted out with a low chuckle, leaning down to be face to face with you and well, both pairs of eyes staring into your very own (E/C) ones. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind a bit of punishment for staring at us for some long." Moon continued, red eyes peering deeply into your eyes while he flashed off his sharp teeth with a large grin. A quick tongue swipe over his teeth to show his hunger for you as Sundrop on the other hand, had other ideas.

"I don't think we should punish them, Moon. How could we punish a sweet little thing like (Y/N)…?" Sundrop would hum out, his rays spinning slightly as if he were thinking before he pushed himself off the couch and onto the ground, sitting by your leg and softly petting your knee. "I personally think they deserve a reward for their hard work and that absolutely delightful performance they put on for us." Sundrop finished with a smile, showing off his own sharp teeth at you as his mechanic parts began to whirr loudly.

Thank god those two were in the same AI once, otherwise Moondrop probably wouldn't have gotten where Sun was going. Pushing himself off the couch and onto the ground on the other side of you, he couldn't help but keep that sinister grin upon his face and licking over his teeth with his mechanical tongue. You, having two legs and one tall animatronic at each one, is slightly intimidating but hot at the same time. What will happen next? What did those two have in mind? What is exactly happening right now?

"Good idea Sundrop. If it is alright with you. From your hard-worked performance, may we perform for you? But that also requires you not having clothes…" Moon would start meanwhile Sundrop would have taken your right leg into his hands and began to trace up and down on your calf, placing kisses all over your knee and calf. Leaving no mistake or error in where he placed his kisses. With your slow nod, Moon would follow suit in tracing down your calf, removing your left shoe slowly and placing kisses all over your leg. Then went off your right shoe with Sun as he placed a softer kiss upon the side of your knee.

Then went off the first golden chain around your lower thigh. The boys placing delicate kisses upon every uncovered bit of skin they unwrap like a christmas present and their fingers ghosting over your legs. They wanted to worship you in the spot you sat in. If God were real with you flirting with them, then you certainly are an angel if not God herself with the way you were allowing them to touch you like so. Their lips felt so plush for an animatronic, then again, they are sentient like humans, why shouldn't they be like humans then! Yet, as you began to think more about them, a loud RRRRRRRIIIIIP! came from the bottoms you were wearing to fully expose yourself to the two boys below you.

They had left some gold on you but it was hard to remove such clothing blocking their way from you with gold chains and so they absolutely had to rip it. Were they sorry? Most likely not but you could see the hunger in their eyes as they both looked up at you. Your legs had been spread apart by them, one leg on the outside shoulders of theirs to open you as wide as they could. You looked so ethereal with the light shining down from above, lighting up you, the gold and your body. They absolutely loved it. Worshipping you as some sort of angel, some goddess that is blessing them with this newfound feeling. Eyes scanning data and their processor fans whirring quite loudly, Moon was the first to start.

Moon didn't waste any time. With his long tongue, he licked his way up and grunted favorably. You tasted devine. The small whimper you made was enough to skyrocket him to the moon and stars itself. Eager to please, he leaned forward more to continue his ministrations against you. The side of his faceplate pressing against your right thigh, his tongue licking you up in a teasing fashion as he just relished in your taste first. A soft mechanical purr coming from deep within him as he continued to sweep his tongue around.

Your moans were delicious. Sun couldn't tear his eyes off of your blissed out face as Moon continued to painfully torture you with his tongue. Sun's eyes were stuck on you until he snapped out of it when Moon bumped into him, realizing that Moon had started feasting down without him. Trying to catch up with the program, he began to bite down on the inside of your left thigh, a small whine coming from him as he also wanted a taste of you. Defiant, he leaned in close and moved Moon's faceplate off to the side slightly and began to lick the bundle of nerves, taking his sweet time as Moon's tongue found a home deep inside you.

Heavenly, that's all you felt. You felt like you are on cloud nine as you felt Moon's tongue thrusting in and out of you and Sun's needy sucks and licks on your bundle of nerves. They sure as hell took their sweet, sweet time pleasuring you as for they were in no rush in leaving their angel alone. Then again, they had no intention of letting you stay single either, Angel. Hearing your pathetic cries for 'daddy' and not knowing which one was pleasuring you the most. Your hands could only grip onto Sun's rays and Moon's nighttime cap as they drew you closer and closer to your sweet sweet release.

'More… More… More more more more!'

Who are they to deny their angel? Their perfect and heavenly sent angel? They could only worship the ground you walk on, worship the way you moan so needily for them to get you off. They could only comply to your wishes for more. Sharing is caring, you know… And who knew better sharing than these two idiots right here, eating you as if you are the full thanksgiving feast and they weren't going to spare a single drop. Tongues overlapping each other, they could only bring you closer and closer to release until it finally hit.

Crying out for your new 'Daddies' ad you came undone. They were pleased to share the reward and lick you clean as your thighs closed around their heads which caused them to come closer to you and relish in the sweet taste of you. At that moment, they agreed to one thing… They are never going to let go of their angel… Both of them stood up, their mouths were dripping wet with saliva and other fluids that they were proud to flaunt to you, lifting up your shaken form into their arms and a large sunny sweater was placed on top of you, leaving Sun in his vest and dress pants and a large coat over you. Moon's dress coat. Resting on the couch, you being sandwiched in-between two bots that seemed to worship you in every way. They, and you, were happy with this ending to their birthday.

Yes… What a night indeed…

[babyboibucky]

Angel on Her Knees

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You give Bucky the TLC he deserves.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: SMUT, an overly eager blowjob 😏

A/N: So this is the first blowjob fic I’ve ever done and this is all thanks to @borikenlove sending me ideas with encouragements from my nasty babes @bitchassbucky and @sarge-barnes-sir okay tbh I didn’t proofread this because I’m super excited to post this filth 😌 I hope this reached y’alls expectations 😬

MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky’s had a long and rough day, judging by his heavy footsteps and soft grunts when he arrived home.

You were in the kitchen washing the dishes, eyeing Bucky warily and gauging his mood.

“Rough day, babe?” You called out sweetly, your eyes following Bucky as he sat on the couch.

He merely groaned in response, throwing his head back against the back of the couch, his eyes closed and brows furrowed in deep thought.

The scowl on Bucky’s face was supposed to make you feel bad for him, he looked tired and worked up— exhausted actually. Would it be inconsiderate of you if you were legitimately turned on by how your boyfriend looked right now?

You found yourself tilting your head to get a better view of Bucky on the couch. His legs were wide open, stretching out the garment of his jeans across those thick thighs of his; the rapid movement of his chest as he heavily breathed out through his nose, the black shirt he had on only accentuating his pecs.

And his face, did he really have to have that expression when exhausted?

Licking your lips, you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands dry. Your eyes never left Bucky the entire time as you silently waltzed into the living room.

For a super soldier with enhanced hearing, Bucky sure wasn’t attentive enough to notice you when you knelt down on the ground, positioning yourself in between his legs.

“How tired are you, baby?” You purred, holding onto Bucky’s knees.

Bucky jolted in his seat, eyes snapping open when you spoke. He lifted his head up and saw you looking up at him and the sight alone instantly made him forget what he was stressing over.

You on your knees in between his thighs, looking so innocent yet devilish at the same time. How could Bucky say no to you when you were gazing up at him like an angel who looked more than ready to sin?

“Not too tired for whatever it is going on in that head.” Bucky rasped out and lovingly caressed your hair.

You took your lower lip in between your teeth, your hands immediately sliding up from Bucky’s knees towards his thighs. Bucky watched you with half-lidded eyes and his mouth parted as you impatiently fumbled with his zipper.

“Just sit back, baby. Let me do all the work.” You whispered before taking Bucky’s semi-hard cock out of the confines of his boxers.

Bucky let out a hiss when you pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the tip as you wrapped a hand around his shaft. It only took him a couple of kitten licks on the head for his cock to fully harden and you moaned out loud when you felt it pulse against your palm.

His cock was hot and heavy, red and already seeping with pre-cum. And you haven’t even taken him into your mouth yet. Bucky’s hands found purchase on the edge of the couch as he watched you flatten your tongue against his shaft, licking your way back up to the tip and then sucking the head into your mouth.

“Jesus fuck...” Bucky grunted, hips thrusting upwards with need.

You tutted and pulled back, “Stay still and keep your hands on the couch, babe.”

Bucky exhaled through his nose and nodded, letting out a growl when you started pumping his cock in your hand. Your strokes were slow, too slow for Bucky’s liking and good god, the way you were staring up at him was making it hard for Bucky to hold back.

He wanted to take your head and fuck your mouth, wanted to feel you gag around his cock, wanted to see you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

Obviously, that can wait until next time because as much as Bucky loved to take control, seeing you take the wheels on this one was something else.

Bucky’s knuckles turned white when he gripped the couch tighter than ever, his thighs trembling when you finally took his cock into your mouth.

You didn’t go slow, that was for sure. You went straight to it, taking him deep into your throat and keeping him there until you choked. You released him with a gasp, moaning when you saw how Bucky was looking down at you with feral eyes.

“Keep watching me.” You said, darting your tongue out to scoop some of his pre-cum and humming at his taste.

“You’re fuckin’ killing me, sweetheart.” Bucky grunted, scrunching his face in pleasure.

You grinned up at him before taking his cock back into your mouth, hands curling around his knees for support as you went to town. You bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue swirl around the crown of Bucky’s cock every once in a while.

A mixture of spit and pre-cum started dribbling from your lips as you sucked his cock, humming whenever you felt him hit the back of your throat.

Bucky’s jaw tensed as he watched you, your cheeks hollowing whenever you pulled back. His neck and ears were red as opposed to his hands that were turning white as they clutched onto the edge of the couch so tight, his fingers were close to digging holes through the fabric. He was fighting so hard not to lift his hips up, he felt like he was going to combust any time now.

The vulgar slurping sounds of your mouth as it does wonders to Bucky’s dick rang through the air, coupled with the low growls reverberating from his chest.

“God, baby...fuck...you’re sucking my cock so well.” Bucky moaned, throwing his head back as he focused on how your mouth felt so fucking good around him.

“Watch me, Bucky.” You preened and started pumping his cock with both your hands.

“Wanna see your face when I suck your cock.” You moaned and waited for Bucky to meet your eyes before sucking him back into your mouth.

Bucky let out a growl when your hand squeezed his balls, fondling it in your palm as you continued to bob your head.

The whirring sound of his vibranium arm caught your attention. Bucky was so close, so so close and he was holding back from lifting his hips up that the plates on his arm moved on their own.

You smirked, mouth full of Bucky’s cock and then you sucked him so hard that he came without warning. Ropes of his cum filled your mouth, some escaping from your lips and dripping down to your chin.

“Goddammit!” Bucky grunted and grabbed your head, trying to push you back when you continued to suck.

Bucky was moving his hips away but you refused to let him go, pressing your hands down on his thighs to keep him in place. You sucked and flicked your tongue, ignoring the string of curses that left Bucky’s mouth.

“Baby...jesus...s-stop babe...” Bucky’s moan was never like this, high-pitched and so wanton and it spurred you to keep going, curious to see how long Bucky could take.

Bucky’s toes curled inside his shoes, his entire body feeling tingly from how you kept sucking his cock. His head was spinning and yet he couldn’t look away from you as you continued working him up as you eagerly sucked him.

Bucky’s legs began to tremble, pleasure and pain mixing into a certain sensation that he couldn’t even describe.

It was too much but so good at the same time.

Bucky hissed, his lower lip quivering as he let out a loud groan. You slowly pulled back, lips dragging against his softening shaft and tongue flickering on his slit.

You hummed and wiped your chin clean with the back of your hand. Bucky let out a deep, long sigh before relaxing onto the couch. Resting his head against it as he tried to catch his breath.

You could see the aftershocks course through Bucky, his cock stirring oh so slightly whenever he shuddered.

“Good god, woman.” He breathed out with a chuckle.

He looked divine like that, his forehead sweaty and entire face red. His brows were furrowed, lips pink and swollen from being bitten down whenever he held back on his moans— it made your pussy clench around nothing.

“How are you feeling now?” You teased and moved on top of Bucky, straddling him.

Bucky lifted his head to give you a kiss, “I don’t think I can even remember my own name. Fuck, I thought you weren’t going to stop.” He said, his hands caressing your thighs.

You giggled, “I wouldn’t if you hadn’t moaned so wantonly like that.”

Bucky burst out laughing, “That was my soul leaving my body.”

You hummed and took Bucky’s vibranium hand, bringing it down to your clothed cunt and letting Bucky feel how drenched you already were.

Bucky growled and stroked your pussy through your damp panties, “How about I let you experience what it’s like for your soul to leave your body?”

It was your turn to elicit a moan so wanton and needy, you were sure that you wouldn’t even have a soul left in your body by the time Bucky’s finished with you.

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[recallingrealities]

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Chapter 9: Spellbound (NSFW)

(Reader x Zelda Spellman) (NSFW)

(click picture for higher res - Artwork by yours truly, for Aligned. DMs are open for commissions ❤️✍️)

The purple hazing sky hung well before 4 in the morning - she awoke you with an arousing chuckle, her hand rubbing your thigh with gentle pressure.

"You make the most scrumptious whimpers in your sleep, I couldn't help but miss you in the most delicious way"

Your eyes began to open, the words like a silent call that suddenly awoke all of the cells in your body. Her eyes, amber and green, her staggering piercing eyes; like stardust and spitfire, bore into your chest, gifting you sudden lucidity.

She moved towards your mouth, her eyes closing for a moment before the softened, shyly contemplative look met your gaze. Her lips brushed yours with a warm, enticing growl in her teeth.

"How could I be so rude?"

She cocked her eyebrow, as she adjusted her touch, the thumb to be resting on the back crease of your thigh and buttocks. Her other hand reached towards your scalp, and siphoning slow bewitching circles at the base of your crown. She reigned you in with slow pressing kisses warming you entrancingly.

"You really got in my head…"

She started, her purring tone coaxing you as she moved to circle the backs of your ears.

She quickly fastened her legs around you, flipping you both over so that she is nimbly on the other side of the bed. Then, sitting up, she tosses her hair over her shoulder, as if she were on the silver screen. A confident moaning stretch arched through her torso as she reached towards the nightstand; flicking her fingers, opening it magically to feel within her own, several floors away. She retrieved a silver case, opening the face of it, with engraved in spiraling chinese dragons. She snapped her fingers striking a thinly rolled cigarette, with the twitch in her nose. Satisfyingly, Zelda sparks her cigarette between her nimble, perking lips. You couldn't tell with her casually impressive magic, if she was simply showing off to you - or if you hadn't quite realized how smitten you'd grown. Heat rose from your cheeks, her words sent it firing to your ears —

"To think I have gone this long without a cigarette — mind you -"

She couldn't complete another sentence before the warm sweet smoke circled the ceiling of your wicked, wonderful nest.

"Did you wake me for a cigarette chat?"

She turned to you with her daring look ,before a small smile lit between her lips.

"You're very charming when you do that, you know."

Her words seemed to ring in and outside of your mind as she lifts your hand to kiss just below your knuckles.

Your heart began to whip rapidly in your breast —— 'Wait, am I in a dream?'

You knew better than to think aloud in your mind, her close and startling proximity affirmative when you suddenly felt a bubble of connection surround you both in shimmering waves of light blue ripples.

"Did I make you nervous? Or have you not spoken in solely one person's mind before."

You felt as though you might be dreaming, reality awakening something you had told yourself over and over had been in your head.

"I can see here in your history, there is a wonderful editions of affirmations..."

She smiled softly, before blush brightened your cheeks, her kind lips meeting your fingers again. Knowing full well she had heard the history of your thoughts made you not only amazed, but unsure of the amount of time she'd experienced when she turned my mind's pages in seconds.

"I know there is much more to know about you then 'Y/N the spiritualist',"

She raised an eyebrow, inquiring politely as her mind seemed to whir like the tail of a flickering cat would; darting politely and intricately back and forth as she contemplated every syllable.

You went on to talk for what felt like hours, 3 minutes tops in her shimmering bubble of light, as she released it, caressing your soft locks before pressing your lips against hers.

The feeling of her warm body against yours would make anyone swoon, the way her movements rocked yours, like oceans waves deep beneath the surface - you could've sworn it had all been a dream if it weren't for the eyes on that woman. They could shake anyone down through their core.

She shifts her body weight on top of you, before your hands meet hers at your thighs, pulling them back behind her back - you move your left leg assertively between hers. She gasps, taken aback with her curt little grin before suddenly my hand moved off of her, wrist over wrist fastened neatly behind her back with the effortless twitch of a finger. "I don't make habits of… that."

She said before returning your hands to her hips releasing control back to your hands, with the brush of the bridge of her nose against yours.

'—Not when I know what you could do to me with that infatuating demure and pouty lip of yours. There might be a few things I'd let the little witch do to me~.`

Her confident purr hung in the air for merely two beats, before her eyes widened, your hand gripping more generously than just her waist.

" And when, I persuade you?"

Your voice, the only breath of space between your lips, before your tongue is slipping into her mouth, capturing every gasp. Before returning your fingers to her black laced panties, her wetness gleams breathtakingly against your fingers. The moonlight shimmers across their surface before taking them into your mouth, sucking on her warm sweetness gently. Who was she to deny you in her condition, after kissing you the way she did, she bit her lip, nodding in hungering approval. Your hand presses, caressing against the lace, gliding your fingers across her begging slit, your dexterous tips shifting her panties towards the crease of her inner thigh. Gliding across her core, the palm of your hand glides in careful pressure, feeling the wetness slick your skin as you encircle her clit in a slow, clockwork motion. Pressing deeper against her heat, your fingers move to slip —just he tip, at the peak of her entrance - her sudden short whimper causing you to slip completely inside of er. Her arousing gasps exhaust, warming your hot, blushing face. Her legs open for you, wrapping her ankles around your calves, pressing her forehead gently to yours. Your heart skips, before curling forward to inspect her g spot. Massaging it gently, you feel the tender arousal that has built over the evening - what seemed to only be an hour or so by the time dinner had ended. Her sounds were like magics getting you drunk off of the sound of her, her soft sultry whimpers.

Your body practically tingled, a relaxed mist of drunkenness slipping between your muscles. A powerfully quiet reign of silence captured you together, aside from your intense breathes. Entangling your your movements, you drew in closer, pressing her hips against yours. Her gasp ignites you to flex your fingers, adjusting your thumb over her clit before taking a deep, and smiling inhale, as you begin to massage her aching. The drawn out circles make her shiver and moan, yearning cloaking her limb and curling toes. Her moans seem to melt her seriousness, her smile drifts leisurely, melting her usually neutral expressions. Her cheeks and eyes soften as you watch them travel up your stomach and chest. Waning like the light of the moon, her sounds wane quiet, then grow as your swirling fingers build her from intense slowness and adoring to desperate for kisses. Her lips draw up to yours and for the moment you forget what it is to be alive. Your name, what it is to live and sleep and breathe. In this moment you connect so deeply… that it feels as though you have become truly apart of everything.

"Good..?"

You manage to whisper, hazily easing her orgasm as you slip her off your fingers, melting in a puddle beneath you, your own coming to a blissfully and numbing lull. Her expression looks much softer than what you are used to seeing. In fact, it crosses Zelda's mind to pull you closer to kiss her, but in this moment there is so much more suddenly swirling within her. The Earth shattering affliction, having moved her in some way, her fingers shake to open her lighter. You assist her, small flames emerging from your lips as you lean towards her. This was not something you had done before, but as you lean towards the cigarette, it ignites, crackling embers singing it's stick as ringlets of smoke circle her face. If it wasn't for her eyes on you, perhaps you wouldn't have known - but it was as if everything had just replayed for her again just now, a slight shiver rippling across her skin as she lets a small smirk appear on her lips, nodding to answer your pondering.

"You're incredibly talented little seer"

Zelda smiles, taking another drag of her cigarette.

It could've been any day, any morning, but this morning you had spent here with Zelda, had been a fleeting favorite. You both had awoken with such warm radiance, only a time distorted evening could begin to assist. Enough time was spared, the sun still not risen, to share a bath and biscuit with coffee while getting ready for the afternoon's engagements. You rearranged your purse on your armour, before feeling the woman brushed past you - then Zelda's grip began to tighten on your forearm.

"You will look for a message from me"

Her words pressed coldly to your ear causing you to turn to her and scrunch your face against her wet nose, her hair fixed up in a pinned bun, something you had gotten off of your nightstand; An Ethiopian fire opal with braided silver and the sliver of a moan at its side. Her eyes sparkle in the dim candlelit bathroom before the two of you dressed, fastening the buttons on one another's backs. Of course Zelda did the writing trick on the armoire doors and pulled out a high necked, black dress with victorian sleeves and skirting. Black lace trimming her wrists and neckline, each crease anointed itself with acidic black pearls. Hues of purples, greens, and yellows swirling towards their center.

"Do you suppose we will have time with Sundays lesson preparations and - blasted. The Litha fires…"

Zelda grumbled under her breath, leaning back to gaze upon you, before a cigarette appeared, smoking between her lips.

"What is it?"

You turn to face her, eyeing the lin fastened neatly in her hair before adjusting your own olive draping skirt and black button up top (with buttons along its spine) in turtleneck fashion, as well as dramatic waving ruffles down the breast. I pin my earrings before swinging my legs towards her, the light of her popping embers catching my eye.

"Next Weekend will be the Litha fires ceremony and I've hardly prepared - I was going to ask if we'd have time for our check-ins Sunday with lesson planning, and preparation for the Litha fires, and I completely lost the notion that the time had arrived so quickly. Would you be interested in helping to prepare me for the Litha fires advent st the academy - and before you answer - I' would like to spend some time working on my practicing' ,"

The proud woman erects her spine, ashing into the abalone shell in front of her before eyeing the clock and clutching her cost at the side of her chair.

"I'll be honest with you, I'm a bit nervous at the alignment of our ways - my practices and yours"

Her eyes connect with yours, her handsome wrinkled brow and vivid green eyed piercing mine as if to hold me from the inside

"Your perspective and supernatural excellence will be welcome amongst our Coven."

She affirms, a shock hitting my system miss my spiral sparks into a sprinting rhythm, as I notice the Directrix leaning forward, clasping my knee with her forefinger and thumb, rubbing the side of my thigh reassuringly - and I swear to you the shivers up my spine are her… ecstasy.

I'm spellbound.

She gasps, in delicious ecstasy. The gorgeous yearning that devours her, nipping at the peak of her need for you. Watching you wince at her touch sent a sudden luscious warmth between her thighs as hot blush mists her cheeks pulling you closer to her betwixt the sheets, adjusting to adjust a curl behind your ear, kissing your soft neck.

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Each morning you wake up to the birds. To the call of ducks, and mourning doves, the laugh of happy seagulls and the huddles of mother black capped chickadees, their newly fed younglings, anointed with coats of dashing young feathers. Mornings are the inevitable dawning of the sun. The primal ceremony of singing beetles and stretching dragonflies. The chorus of fed, shimmering frogs, and dew diamonded sweet grass. Mornings are the declaration of nature. Conquering and choosing to wake up and chorus every morning. A ball of fire circles in space around us and we rejoice for the warmth of it's rays every single day.

For me, it is the warmth of your smile each morning that feels like the birds song and sunshine on my face.

We may not know it yet, but I think waking up to warm beaches with you, feels like heaven. Perhaps it's the fiery licking locks of her sunshine hair. The golden warmth of her smile, and eyes like young juniper sprigs against the belly of a young buck. Her laugh, warming my belly like sleepy temple kisses from your lover. I am choosing to trust in the universe - when I understand the feeling growing inside of me, and feel myself yearning to say - she is a woman I can see home in.

The morning sun begins just to rise, far earlier than anyone on a weekend would allow, but with only the peak of your blinds, you urge yourself to make coffee with the twist of your fingers, brewing into your warm teakettle. It was gorgeous mornings like these, with a fantastic woman tangled in you sheets, that you realize the world is to be taken by storm. Tea, then coffee for Zelda.

(A little known fact and intuition you picked up on during a collection of kisses post coital… her thinking about breakfast with you the next morning. - meant everything to you.)

[imnotrevealingmyname]

Ice Cream

Loki X Fem!Reader one shot

A/N: I'm on a roll :D

Warnings: Fluff

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"Did you like the ice cream?"

You swallowed hard to prevent the smile from slipping out. The guy was clearly really nervous- more nervous than you, for a change.

"I did, Loki. Did you?"

"Best thing I've ever tasted." You looked up at him, watching the sunlight dance across his face in a merry two step with his own delight. His lips glistened a little in the golden rays, and you had to force yourself to look away to stop yourself from reaching up and kissing him in the middle of the road. Instead, you focused on how his hand felt, clasped around your own, on how his thumb absently stroked over yours.

"I'm sure you could find better things for me to taste, though,"he purred then, leaning closer. You coughed pointedly.

"It's very hot today,"you mumbled. What happened to the endearingly nervous man who was practically bouncing beside you less than a minute ago?

"Oh, I agree, darling." His voice had dropped a few more octaves, and you shivered despite the heat. "In hindsight, maybe I should've had another taste of yours after all."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your ice cream, darling,"he said, eyes aglitter with mischief. "You offered, remember?"

"Yeah,"you said faintly. "Ice cream."

"Does the offer still stand?"

Confused and flustered, you glanced at him. His gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes.

Ah.

You chanced a look around. He had somehow managed to get you to step off the road into a less populated street.

"Yes, I-"

His lips were on yours before you could finish, tongue delving sweetly, tasting you- just as he had promised. He tasted of vanilla and oreos and raspberry syrup, burning through you in the heady afterglow of his touch surrounding you.

Your lips mourned the loss of his when he pulled back, panting, sending helpless shivers through you at every gentle brush of his mouth.

"So uh,"you whispered in an unsteady voice, mind whirring to look for something to say. "Are we dating now?"

Loki flashed you a dazzling smile that would imprint itself deep within you and keep you awake in the nights to come. "Ask me again on our next date, darling."

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[moonchildsaurora]

currently on tune: Sunmi – "Tail”

✤ mob boss!Seonghwa x reader (feat. Yunho) ✤ genre: Criminal AU // flames & angst, with the tiniest touch of affection  ✤ t/w: rated M, contains: swearing, mentions of guns & needles  ✤ count: 910

a/n - hewwo, long time no write! This has been sitting in my drafts forever, however it’s completed. Thanks to Fireworks Hwa for giving me such vivid inspo for this piece, he came back to attempt to re-claim his 3rd bias spot once more. And when Sunmi dropped this track, my mind just blew off. It’s officially spoops season too, there is something brewing behind the scenes that I’m absolutely ecstatic for. Enjoy these too hot too handle criminals! 💙

A beautiful hybrid of chaos and grace – such were the words others would often describe you both. He was Clyde and you, his Bonnie. He ruled the streets viciously but loved deeply in the sheets. Just the two of you, down to ride till the very end together.

Or so you thought.

“Wake up sleeping beauty,“ a mellow cool voice coaxed.

You mumbled a small noise out, before shifting and stretching out your taut limbs slowly. Blinking away the sleep, your vision honed in on the opposite wall that was covered with a mosaic of bold intricate sketches.

"Good dream? You were purring again.”

A gloved hand smoothed over the skin of your right shoulder blade, damp rubber gliding over the spot. The whirring of a machine and slight pinching, like an army of ants biting all at once, brought you right back to the leather chair you’ve been laying on for the past hour or so – awaiting for new art to descend from the needles unto your skin.

“You weren’t in it so, not entirely,” you replied with a pert grin. Which was a partial truth, you weren’t fond of having ashy grey strands and smoky shadow-smudged eyes invade the depths of your mind at all. The weathered photo that still hid within the white gold star locket hung that much heavier around your neck.

That was the last connection you’ve yet to sever.

“Almost done sweetheart…”

You let out a content sigh as the sharp pricks returned – it was a cathartic release. But nothing would re-ignite the spark in your eyes more than seeing Yunho unveil his new artwork afterwards. Locking on the red dahlia-tipped sleek dagger piercing right through the head of where the serpent coiled.  

“What do you think?” asked Yunho, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses up the curve of your neck once he finished wrapping your shoulder to protect the new ink.

The serpent that you’ve long served would be struck down by the same hands its kissed.  

Turning your head to catch his lips, you curled into him. “Absolutely hit the bullseye, Yun…” your voice dripping with honey.    

“Shall we arrange a date to show him?”

“The sooner, the better.”

“Angel…”

The nickname rolled off his tongue like butter, and you despised how it still sent a delectable shiver down your spine. Drawing up past memories to play on reel in your head – the screeching of tyres from the getaway car with both of your laughter carried off by the winds, the hefty stacks of dollar bills you’d use as a foot stool, the scent of gunpowder and Tuscan leather wafted just at the edge of your senses. He called you that when he’d press you into the mattress till you were well spent, but it didn’t matter because he loved you.

You never once doubted him, never had a reason to. Until he handed you one right on a silver platter.

“Fuck off. You don’t get to call me that anymore, Seonghwa.”

For someone who was facing down the barrel of a pistol and warehouse ablaze, he kept his composure anchored. Seeing his calculative cold-slated eyes run down your body, only to settle on the new ink. It perked your satisfaction with a way you recognised the hidden frown in his poker face.

He had seen his rival’s mark.

“Why? I’ve missed you, oh so much.”

The gun cocked. Tension radiated off you in waves that even made the rest of Yunho’s men flinch.

“Funny. You have a wonderful way of showing that.”

As you have learnt, you neither forget nor forgave easily.

“You left me behind to take the fall, asshole!”

“And yet here you are, arisen once more Angel.”

You could feel the salt prickling at the corners of your ryes, threatening to give away the small part of you that still hurt. No matter how the events unfolded had hardened up your heart, you could still feel the knives in your back sink in deeper with Seonghwa’s nonchalance.

“I never doubted your strength, love. I knew you were more than capable to return to my side…and of course, I would’ve burnt the entire city down to find you had it taken longer than expected for you to achieve that.”

By now your vice grip on the pistol’s handle had the metal digging harshly into your palm, it should’ve hurt.

But that wasn’t pain, no.

Pain was the months spent behind bars, pain was the loneliness that ate away at hope, pain was accepting that he was never coming for you.

“You’ve already burnt it down, along with me in it.”

Through it all, you’ve made peace with the pain. It became your strength. You were no longer the puppet on strings owned by Seonghwa.

You belonged to you.

Free.

Taking a step closer to him, the metal of the barrel against his pristine forehead.

“And when we burn, we leave nothing behind,” the whisper was solemn and final. That was the very first lesson he taught you.

Even when Yunho slinked up behind your form, a supportive presence just in case things went south, Seonghwa’s cold gaze on you never wavered. In fact, he looked somewhat proud – you had it in you after all.

With a wild grin, the same one you remembered only to appear whenever Seonghwa was right on the edge of the thrill, he pressed further in against the pistol.  

“Better make it count then, Angel.”