#with loin area simply put

[professorsta]

Okay the thing is though about George R Martin is how can he deny his affintiy for gentalia if he even brings it up during death scenes?! Why does Twyn mention his pubic hair covered with blood after getting killed. Im not a prude but it just kills me when he denies it like Sir? The whole point of a book is to descibe what the reader is visualizing, you want us to consistently visualize a penis, pubic hair, and nudity in the books. Fuck its so funny i dont know how to describe the dissonance of denying the love of the loin area and yet use it as a tool is descitbe whats happening so often. The blood seeped through his shirt to his pubic hair and his thighs. Wonderful, you are making so many people imagine an old man with bloody public hair, you menace, obsessed, what the hell. And this is a serious series, like complete dean-pan this moment is very important and also bloody bloody balls are happening as well

[smuttysabina]

A Month with Aespa (Ch 2): An Intriguing Offer

(Male Reader x Karina, 2700 words) Tags: Nudity, Happy Idols, Tittyfucking, Sex, Maids, Awkward Dinner Conversations

Read Chapter 1 Here!

Grandfather always said that the best way to be awoken is with a woman's lips around your member; and you can hardly disagree. Alas, your usually morning greeting has been foregone this time, as you wish to conserve your vigor for your new guests. And so, dolefully, your morning glory wilts away unaided, as you go about your usual routine (minus plowing one of the maids of course). You are admittedly a touch disgruntled therefore as you break your fast in your room; a light spread supported by some coffee. The darling maid who brought it to you gives you pointed looks, obviously keen to relieve you, but you politely refuse her; truly this morning will be a trying one. Dressing yourself, as the maid makes your expansive bed, (it fits eight), you stretch and work the kinks out, already planning the rest of your day. With a resigned sigh, you ask after your guests, feeling your manhood straining against your pants at the thought of such gorgeous goddesses awakening in the nude; in your own house... You push such unctuous thoughts aside, it would be impolite to press things so quickly, best to let Aespa adjust to their new surroundings. There will be time enough later to indulge...

Your maid tactfully replies to your earlier query; it seems that Winter has been buzzing around the kitchens, shyly gobbling down whatever strikes her fancy. Ningning is apparently still snoring, asleep even at this late an hour. Giselle meanwhile has ordered her breakfast, and seems to enjoy imperiously bossing the the housemaids around; your dear informant seems quite excited by this, going so far as to suggest the idol soon may be taking certain liberties with them... Simply delightful. Finally, the socialite of last evening Karina has ensconced herself in her room, scarfing down the meal brought to her as she plays mobile games on her phone. Pleased at this information, you kindly thank the girl, wistfully holding back on granting her her usual reward; such a disruption these idols are causing!

Pushing aside the issue of a restless and rowdy staff, you decide to ease your worries with some heavy reading. Retiring to the library, you attempt to relax amongst its tall shelves and comfortable décor. Ignoring the more titillating works entirely (which are mostly unstained, guests are politely invited to relieve themselves inside of the maids rather than the books themselves), you peruse the stacks until you find something suitably dry. Depositing yourself into your usual cozy armchair by the windows, you put your legs up and enjoy the view. Grandfather's ornate gardens stretch out before you, with winding paths and ivy-covered ruins, a plethora of intimate spaces to enjoy with a lover. Burbling streams cross through the area, feeding into serene ponds and Classical fountains. There is even a pool, with an adjoining steam room and hot tub large enough to fit many guests. Feeling much more calm now, you immerse yourself in the vagaries of history, whiling away the hours until lunch is brought to you. You dismiss the maid with only a perfunctory groping, leaving her pouting as she sashays away. Shaking your head, you return your attentions to the past, where you are at least spared from such vulgar temptations.

But it seems that the Gods have not yet finished in testing their wayward son, as the buzz of excited conversation reaches your ears. Glancing out the window, you see that Aespa have discovered the gardens, and are quite enthused by what they've found. They chatter animatedly as they tour the area, walking along its shaded paths and cooling their feet in the clear water, clambering through the the trees and ruins, delighting in their explorations. Surprisingly, the sight of the sources of your rather distinct torment frolicking does not pain your loins; instead you feel only a sense of contentment at their happiness. The girls deserve some down time, and you are loath to interrupt their obvious joy. So you return to your reading with a satisfied smile, idly letting time pass until a loud splash interrupts your ruminations. Bemused, you return you gaze to the pool in time to see a goddess erupt from the water; Aphrodite reborn! You gasp as you take in the sublime spectacle of Karina shaking the water out of her hair, her heaving breasts barely contained by a jet black swim top. You are utterly captivated as she laughs gleefully, splashing towards the rest of the girls who perch at the edge of the pool. You find yourself unusually flustered at the sight of Karina gallivanting around in the water; perhaps your unnatural restraint was affecting your more than you had anticipated.

Resolving that a good wash would steady you, you head down to the communal showers (to think that some people prefer bathe alone, insanity!) to sooth your uneasy mind. After stripping in the changing room, you stride confidently into the steamy bathing area; encountering several equally nude maids who were just leaving. They giggle and roll their eyes at your chastity, surely your madness would soon pass and things would return to normal (If one counts fornicating with the hired help several times a day as normal, which they do). Stalking along the well-tractioned floor (The Old Man had insisted on being able to rail the maids safely while showering), you wrench several levers open, filling the vast room with a roiling curtain of steam. Sighing, you allow the hot water to broil your worries away, granting you some much needed clarity. Perhaps it would be best to relieve yourself with some of the maids, you would truly prefer to give Aespa more time to settle in before- ah, speak of the Devil! As if summoned by your wayward thoughts, Karina lithely glides into the showers, curiously glancing around as she takes the expansive room in. She is still in her swimsuit, most likely out of confusion from the unique (to her) bathroom, than intent to wear it while she cleans the chlorine off of herself. Karina is startled to find herself not alone, but quickly recovers her composure, giving you a coquettish glance as she fiddles with a showerhead near you. She politely ignores your staggeringly large erection, instead seamlessly complimenting you on your beautiful gardens. Your thoughts move sluggishly, but in a ringing endorsement of your upbringing, your mind automatically answers such platitudes. You both dance around the issue at hand, making inane conversation for several minutes until you amusingly inquire whether Karina will need to wash her swimwear off afterwards, considering how assiduously she is cleaning it now. She pauses at this, giving you a questioning look, silently asking if your joke indicated a deeper desire. You disarm her worries with a kindly smile to dismiss her worries of your intentions; you really would be have to plow the maids tonight... Then Karina makes her offer.

Karina proposes that she will allow you to lay with her once per day without resistance, should you spare the other members of Aespa from your attentions. Your loins roil with lust at this idea, your heart surging in appreciation of this deal. How brave she must be, to offer her own body up like this, truly she is what a leader should aspire to be; willingly sacrificing herself for her groupmates! The sheer courageousness of Karina in this matter nearly makes you weep, the romanticism of it all sends your blood singing through your veins. You nearly give in. Nearly. While your soul swoons with adoration, your mind remains relatively clear and focused, unbothered for now by the lust pounding through your body (One quickly learns to keep your head while lustful in Grandfather's house; after losing years' worth of allowance to canny maids, you figure out how to remain cognizant while engaging in vulgar activities. Also the blowjobs during Calculus tests did wonders, though you still feel strangely excited by derivatives). But even your magnificent control is being eroded away by the mere thought of carnal relations with this idol; your uncomforted manhood eagerly urging your acceptance. You are not your father's son for nothing however, and you put on a show of calm as you politely amend her offer, should Karina manage to make you finish within ten minutes; you will agree. Past that, then well, how could you concede to such a deal that would net you such mediocre sex?

Wreathed in steam, Karina is seemingly taken aback by this riposte; evidently she had thought you too consumed by lust to offer much resistance. She straightens her spine however, and takes you up on your challenge, confidently stalking close until you are almost touching. You indicate towards the clock on the wall, casually informing her that she may begin when ready; which she is. Karina breathes, "This won't take long", and squishes herself against you. When her soft hand grazes your erection you almost gasp at the electric thrill it sends through you, causing Karina's demeanor to grow ever bolder; surely she thinks that this will be easy... Falling to her knees before you, the bubbly idol strokes your shaft professionally, clearly intent on ending this contest before things get too out of hand. But you resist her efforts manfully, and she pouts in sudden irritation at this setback. So she brings out the big guns (per say), unlimbering her impressive breasts out of her top, leaning back for you to appreciate them in their full splendor. Truly, what a sight they are! While not the largest breasts you have ever seen (or carnally enjoyed), they are still beautifully shaped, and are easily the largest amongst Aespa. With a haltingly teasing smile, Karina squishes her bust together, courteously inviting you to mount them for you satisfaction. In an admittedly boorish haste, you accept, obligingly testing the softness of each breast with your member before sliding between them. The cozy closeness of Karina's bosom nearly ends you then and there; enfolding you within its sultry embrace as if graciously encouraging you to spill your seed upon her chest. As your pace begins to quicken and grow ever more regular, it seems as if you may just comply with Karina's body's seductive encouragements. Karina smirks up at you, and you realize that you are doing all the work for her; making you unmindfully forget the true objective of this coupling. With an impressed huff, you slow your thrusts, gallantly inquiring if the lady would deign to put some effort in. The lady rolls her eyes, but complies, expertly copying your earlier movements with professional ease; bringing you once more to the brink.

Evidently you were unwise to underestimate Karina's sensual skills, and your already aroused mood has really not helped with things. So with slightly desperate enthusiasm, you offer to pleasure Karina in turn, after all, it would be a poor host who does not see to his guests needs... But she brushes this delaying tactic off with negligible ease, firmly insisting that it would be the height of incivility for her to ignore her host's in his greatest time of need! Perhaps she would submit to such reciprocity once this pressing matter has been dealt with to your utmost satisfaction. Grasping at straws, you counter with the argument that the apex of any intimacy is the act of sex; so it would be unseemly to suggest the you are truly being satisfied in the highest possible fashion. Karina pauses as the gears turn in her head, glancing at the clock (five minutes left!) before muttering something rude under her breath. With a resigned sigh she releases your manhood from its fleshy prison, clambering back to her feet as she looks around for a suitable location for safe copulation. Luckily for the both of you, the showers are festooned with all manner of bars and handles; there is even an ergonomically shaped fuck-seat that supports almost any position. Courteously, you gently press Karina in which position she would like to couple in; after all, time is running out... Banishing her unease, she confidently decides that she will be on top, and firmly asks that you sit down so she might finish things. You are equally eager to proceed, less from time constraints and more at the cloying excitement that surges through you at the thought of entering Karina.

Reclining in the plastic seat, Karina swiftly pulls the bottom half of her bikini off, revealing her tender sex to you for the first time. Giddiness floors you at the the sight, you feel as if you are a virgin again, about to experience for the first time the warmth of a women. Karina blushes at your scrutiny, hands moving instinctively to cover herself before pausing; she gives you an awkward twitch of the lips. Remembering your manners, you sincerely compliment her on her beauty, before giving permission to continue as she wishes. Nodding sharply, Karina lithely straddles you, hauling your member up before inserting you fully into her font without preamble. Her pussy is exquisite. It accepts your entire length without complaint, yet also effortlessly grips your shaft; truly a divine combination that sends you reeling. Then she is riding you, her heavy breasts enticingly quivering with every movement, her dark brown nipples hardening and pressing outwards. It is a wonder that you do not inseminate her immediately, but your febrile desire to enjoy Karina to the fullest holds your building orgasm at bay. Something which grows ever more difficult as she shows off some genuinely spectacular acrobatic feats atop your cock. Her hips trace in the air mesmerizing geometric patterns, her taut stomach flexing and curling as your member is subjected to one of the most intense sexual techniques you have experienced. But Karina does not have it all her way, your own hips buck adroitly as she moves, intuitively seeking her sensitive spots even as she nimbly bounces on you. Color rapidly fills both your cheeks, until you can no longer contain the pent-up passion that has filled you since you had awoken. With a mighty groan you give in, and the damn breaks, causing you to shuddering painfully as your massive load explodes inside of Karina. Who in turn lets out a gasp of surprise, her own sex spasming as her legs twitch from her sudden orgasm. Rising from where she collapsed onto your heaving chest, Karina looks down on you with astonishment, clearly she had not realized exactly how much she was enjoying herself until your seed gushed inside of her. She blinks, before starting and jerking her eyes toward the clock... Karina appears mortified, and as you glance back you can see why, it was over 20 minutes past the starting time; even discounting the delay as you bandied terms, she had been riding you for over 15 minutes and had failed to notice it.

Blushing deeply with shame and embarrassment, she hurriedly clambers off of your dirtied member. She awkwardly showers off the juices you exertions produced, shyly rebuffing your compliments and intimacy before fleeing the room. Bemused and a touch put-out, you watch her go, perhaps she should learn to be a bit more honest with herself... Your mood is improved somewhat by the arrival of two more maids, who throw teasing glances at your crotch. Looking down, you realize that your session with Karina had failed to fully satiate the naughty thing between your legs. With a tired exhalation, you motion the girls over, and soon have one of them bent over against the wall, while the other laps at your swaying sack. Perhaps relying on the maids would not be the worst of ideas, even with your beauteous guests about...

That night's supper is a touch more awkward than the last, even with the lack of more formal wear. In a complete reversal of the previous night, Karina is rather withdrawn and shy, unabashedly chugging wine; making even Winter seem gregarious by comparison. Giselle remains as haughtily teasing as always, and seems to enjoy needling her leader's unexpectedly introverted mood. Ningning on the other hand seems mostly curious at the change, eyes darting suspiciously between you and Karina as she observes your interactions. The slightest of smiles touches her lips, before transforming into a scowl...

A/N: Well this one went longer than I expected, I hoped you all enjoyed it though! Its pretty enjoyable writing some fluff lol

[autisdicksimmons]

i was reading your disability post n was wondering if you could explain the height/body differences they apparently mentioned grif and simmons having in s14? icr anything about it but i live for those little details

Yes yes yes absolutely!!! So season 14 is technically only sort of canon, but in the episode Room Zero (s14, e1) we do get somewhat animated bodies! However, they’re never, you know, standing right next to each other, so height is hard to gauge in that episode. Still, here’s a still that gives body types

RT are cowards of course, so they didn’t make grif actually fat (he’s like, chubby at best here, he’s barely got a pudge between his chest plate and codpiece) but you can still see differences. Plus them appearing the same height when Simmons is further back implies a little bit of height difference (my personal headcanon puts grif at 5’7” and Simmons at 5’11”).

We also see body type difference in recent stuff with the QvsA, where they used the larger male body type for Grif and the smaller male body type to Simmons (they also feature Simmons’s prosthetics!). It’s really pretty hard to see much difference, though

And these are only the physical evidences, Grif is pretty much constantly getting shit for being fat so like, we know that he’s fat, and since Simmons does A LOT of that teasing, we can pretty much draw the conclusion that he’s at least somewhat thinner than Grif. Also, some additional notes from the Fun Facts section on the RvB wiki for QvsA:

So we know they at least have different body types, and this causes some fun issues with the surgery thing because, well, even if they were the exact same height the likelihood of having the same length of arms, legs, fingers, torsos, etc? Completely implausible. And the wording that Sarge uses is extremely particular when Grif wakes up from said surgery when talking about his hand in season 2 episode 34:

So we know that, at the very least, Grif’s entire shoulder and arm was replaced by Simmons’s. That’s scary enough when you consider the differences in bone lengths and sizes and everything, but Sarge continues his list into different parts of a cow because, well, that’s the anatomical model he’s working with. However, this can give us insight into how much of Simmons Grif has, if only vaguely. So, listed out, we have:

Shoulder (self explanatory)

“Flank” lower belly area

“Made a left turn at the spare rib” the spare rib comes from the plate, which is the area above the flank. I’m taking this to mean that less of his mid chest was replaced than on his lower stomach.

“Up and over the porterhouse” the porterhouse comes from the short loin area, so I’ll call that lower back? Approximately. So we’re likely going up and over his side and replacing parts into the back.

“Brisket” I’m going to call this the upper chest, but just think above the spare rib

“Hocks” refers to back legs/hips

This is where Sarge is interrupted by Grif asking where they got the parts, so the post isn’t necessarily exhaustive, but it definitely gives a start. A very weird one. So, this is about what our model is looking like:

I’ve used maroon to approximately mark out the places we know were replaced with Simmons’s parts based off those lines. So we now have an arm and a leg that are, at the very least WAY skinnier than the rest of his body, which is objectively horrifying to think of on a weight distribution basis (his balance would be BAD) plus the fact that those limbs would very likely not be the right length? That’s rough, and also imagine the seam lines?? Like, we joke about Simmons’s pasty ass compared to Grif but simply put? Having a different amount of fatty tissue between the skin and bone of the body parts you’re sewing together would make it. Interesting, to say the least

(Side note: I believe that, were Grif’s,,, groin,,, replaced, they would make jokes about it, hence why I don’t have that marked. Tex caused him enough testicle trauma I don’t need to add more)

I know this went WAY beyond the scope of your question but! I had too much fun with it, thank you

TLDR: Simmons and Grif are not the same size and Grif having Simmons’s parts is a recipe for disaster

[noercochran08]

Pork Loin Roast Recipe How To Make Roasted Pork Loin

If so, this Czech roast pork loin recipe is for you. Caraway seeds, dried marjoram, and parsley are the main seasonings, together with sliced onion. The recipe calls for a boneless pork loin roast, however pork shoulder or a bone-in pork loin are good alternatives. A pork loin roast would not should be roasted in the oven. It is a superb minimize of meat that comes with a thin layer of fats on top. Once roasted, it has a crispy prime and a juicy inside that's simply irresistible. We’ve been making this recipe for many years and is all the time a huge hit with family and visitors. Quick tip about brining – Do NOT evenly swap desk salt in your brining answer forkosher saltor your roast pork loin shall be too salty. You will want half as a lot table salt as kosher salt. First, you’ll combine thekosher saltand heat water to dissolve the salt.

Remove from oven and tent pork roast loosely with a piece of foil for 5-10 minutes before serving.

Yes, it is totally secure to cook dinner a pork loin straight from frozen.

Also, I’m gluten free, so I was happy to have another dish that everyone can enjoy.

Put the roast on a rack in a roasting pan.

This will make your pork medium uncommon and perhaps a bit pink in the middle.

If you resolve to switch a pork loin with tenderloins in a recipe, take care to adjust cooking instances. Pork tenderloins are a lot smaller and leaner than the bigger loin cuts and can prepare dinner extra rapidly. Pork tenderloin is greatest cooked quickly, while pork loin benefits from an extended, slower time. A good rule of thumb is to cook pork loin 25 minutes per pound at 350 degrees F .

Temperature And Time For Pork Loin

It’s greatest to let it cook for a brief time in order that the surface has thawed a bit and then add the seasoning and continue roasting it. The celery is simply acting as a rack to maintain the meat lifted so that the air circulates under the roast, which outcomes in extra even cooking. Or you can use an oven-safe metal rack. According to the National Pork Board, it is now suitable for eating pork as soon as it has reached 145°F. However, many individuals grew up in the days where pork needed to be cooked to 160°F. When they see barely pink pork meat, which is what you get at 145°F, it bothers them.

Pork loins could be boneless or bone-in. While the pork tenderloin is lengthy and narrow and comes from the muscle that runs down the pig's backbone. Pork tenderloins are all the time boneless. For Fish Seasoning and tender pork loin roast, let it rest for 5 to 10 minutes before slicing. Pork escalopes, or medallions are round slices of the loin with no skin, fat or bone attached, making them an extremely lean reduce.

What's The Difference Between Pork Loin And Pork Tenderloin?

If there are any drippings in the pan, you can pour those out to make gravy . Alternatively, you can move the roast out of the pan, swirl some inventory or broth around in there to loosen up any drippings, after which pour that out to make use of for gravy. Mix collectively half teaspoon black pepper, half teaspoon garlic powder, and 1/4 teaspoon salt. Remove from oven, transfer to carving board. Tent roast with foil and let relaxation 10 minutes. Insert an oven probe thermometer into middle of middle area of pork loin (if you do not have one use a standard probe thermometer to test temperature occasionally).

Spooning over thick, herby, buttery sauce which I sank all my roast potatoes into afterwards, cleaning up my plate. Brining is the process of submerging a reduce of meat into a solution of salt and water in order to enhance the moisture capacity of the meat. The meat absorbs a lot liquid that it can’t all evaporate in the course of the cooking course of, making a juicier piece of meat. Pork tenderloin will get its name for a purpose – it is amongst the most tender cuts of pork as a end result of it comes from a muscle that doesn’t receives much, if any, exercise. Serve it traditionally with rice and beans and use leftovers for Cubano sandwiches. For a major dish, Geoffrey Zakarian's juicy, roasted pork loin wrapped in prosciutto and basted with a sweet and spicy glaze is a showstopper. Pierce meat with a sharp knife in a number of places and press garlic paste into the openings. Rub pork loin with the remaining garlic combination and olive oil. Although you wouldn't have to brown the pork roast first, it's a incredible method to lock in the flavors.

[mitsukui]

late night experiences | g.w.

Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary:  learning new things is always better when it is done with someone else.

Word Count: 2,7k.

Warnings: smut! Masturbation, mentions of innocence kink.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

Masterlist!

Your last year at Hogwarts rushed into your life without warning — and so did your sexual hormones. You swore to Merlin you could feel them tingling all over your body whenever you solely looked at George Weasley, your majestic boyfriend. And apparently, he felt the same way towards you. Wondering the reason behind it all, you were quick to blame the fact that the two of you had just turned 18.

You had been together for a little while now: around nine months or so. But nothing had ever happened, and you were not quite sure why. You two had, supposedly, everything needed: steamy make-out sessions, wandering hands, lustful thoughts, privacy, and all that jazz. Yet, there you were: ground zero.

However, things were about to change even though you still were unconscious about it.

“Psst!” Your favorite quill stopped scribbling your Herbology notes. “Oi!” Your eyes gazed at the direction from which came the voice only to realize it was one of your classmates, Angelina Johnson. “I’ve discovered something last night which I thought you might be interested in.” A mischievous smirk painted her lips as you leaned in closer, already feeling eager to listen to whatever she had to say. She was one of those people who made anyone pay attention to them whenever they said something.

Her hushed whispers filled the existing silence between you two in the Study Area once more. “The boys were talking in our common room last night, and rumor has it George can’t keep his hands off of his cock whenever he thinks of you.”

Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet giggled like little girls when she finally finished her speech. You could feel your cheeks getting embraced by a deep and violent warmness. Uh-oh.

Your mind suddenly produced images by itself: George’s chest going up and down quickly as he moaned under his breath. He had his long and slender fingers wrapped around his dick and, sweet Merlin, he was big. Big and thick and veiny. His eyelashes fluttered as his hand pumped up and down a few times, precum leaking from his tip.

Heaven probably looked like that. What a lovely sight. You would give anything to actually see the great George Weasley in such a position. But, again: ground zero.

Still, the possibility of him pleasuring himself at the thought of you seemed to awake something new inside your chest and offer you a novel tingling sensation. You felt a burning flame in your loins, and it was almost as if your entire body were on fire.

You wanted him to jerk off thinking of you. You wanted his hands to get dirty from his own seed because of you.

You gulped. Snapping fingers brought you back to reality. “Girl, it’s high time you gave that poor lad some love, you know.”

The next few days felt slow and eternal. George Weasley and George Weasley’s thick dick were the only things occupying your mind. Of course, you had fantasized about him before; but it had never been that vivid. Things are always better when they are real, after all.

And you wanted to do something about it. Your soul ached for him to share his hidden and erotic reality with you. Your flesh longed to be painfully close to his. Your body and your hands desired to tease him and give him something to be unbearably hard over. You obviously would not feel in peace until you got what you wanted.

That is why the suggestion of a late night meeting in the Prefect’s Bathroom came to life. It was discussed during another of your studying session with Angelina, Alicia and Katie, being first brought on by Angelina, of course. That girl had many wild cards up her sleeve.

“I happen to know the password. Got it from a Slytherin guy, after giving him a few galleons.”

“And a blowjob, too.” Alicia responded with her eyebrows raised and a mischievous grin hanging on her lips.

As the three other girls laughed carelessly, seeming to be extremely relaxed and confident to talk about such a topic, you chewed on your bottom lip. Jittery feelings bubbled up within your veins while concern clouded your mind. You had a severe lack of inexperience when it came down to anything sexual.

Your temporary anxiety was sharply noticed by Katie, who positioned her hand over yours in a comforting act. Her fingers soothed your skin, her next words slipping out of her lips as motherly advice.

“Don’t feel pressured to do anything, honestly. George is one of the most understanding people I have ever met. But I think a little bit of intimacy would work wonders on you, both of you.” Her grip on your hand became a bit tighter, and her warmth was incredibly pacifying. “You know, just suggest going to the Prefect’s Bathroom tomorrow night. He will surely accept, once he is heads over heels for you. Get in the warm, bubbly water. Kiss him, if you feel comfortable enough for that. And just see where it goes.”

Your other two friends nodded, assuring you everything was alright and that you could always count on them for support and advice. The conversation went on for a little longer, they sharing intimacy tips and encouraging you.

Luckily enough, the next morning was one that you had classes with George. You brought on the subject in the end of the lesson, while he gathered his material quietly.

His lips opened up in a bright smile in the moment you appeared in front of him, but his expression was soon destroyed by your visible tensed posture.

“Hey, gorgeous. Are you alright?”

You sighed shortly, trying to relieve some of your internalized insecurities. The suggestion came out of your lips in a mere murmur, but he was smart enough to grasp onto all of your words. His eyes noticed your dodging gaze and your fidgeting fingers, playing with the hem of your tie. You looked absolutely adorable to him.

“See you later tonight, then. Prefect’s Bathroom, 12AM sharp. I won’t be late.”

The rest of the day felt like an eternity. Perhaps, it was the uncertainty of it all, given that there was no way to predict how the scenario would take place later on. But the time for your meeting agonizingly came, and you were forced to leave your dormitory.

The weather was unpleasantly hot, and it was hard for you to tell whether it was due to the time of the year you were going through, or to the fact you were walking towards your own doom.

You had been curious and tempted to get to know his darker and more lustful façade but, at the same time, you were ashamed of how much you craved him despite being your first time feeling anything like that. Those same novel tingles from before returned to your loins as your made your way to the fifth floor.

Underneath your favorite carmine red pleated skirt and a muggle band T-shirt, you wore a set of lingerie that had not received much attention when previously picked out, which was a simple white bra paired with white panties, covered in tiny pink strawberries. When you were about to reach your destination, you came down to the realization of how childish your underwear looked. You inhaled sharply, concluding you had ruined everything.

Eventually, you and George met, and entered the bathroom hand in hand.

Although you had heard of its wonderful interiors, seeing everything with your own eyes for the first time made you gasp. Your gaze traveled through the place, and you wished to engrave every detail in your heart. The white marble grandness awoke a sense of greatness and admiration inside you, and you almost fell to your knees right then and there.

A tad of small talk was exchanged between you and your boyfriend, until he approached you at last. His big hands cupped your delicate face, and he leaned down to kiss you.

His lips were so terribly gentle that they sent butterflies to your stomach. He showed no shyness in the second his hands roamed down your body and found your back, giving your ass a light squeeze. Unable to control yourself, you moaned and pressed your body against his.

A steamy make out moment was held between the two of you until the moment for the truth hovered over your heads. He rested his forehead against yours, and looked at you with loving eyes as his thumb ran over your lips.

“Tell me why we are here, darling.”

“It’s just that…There had been this rumor, you know?” A shy chuckle escaped your lips, and you closed your eyes, trying to block out all the filthy images suddenly appearing in your mind. “People have been saying that you jerk off thinking about me. But I’m not sure if it’s true or not, because we have –“

“It is true.” The coolness in his voice caught you off guard, and you blinked at him in a mixture of shock and self-induced accomplishment: your boyfriend touched himself at the thought of you.

Your eyelashes fluttered until your eyes were shut, and a sigh escaped your lips. Your mind knew no restrains at that moment, and the images you had been blocking out came to life all at once, violently crashing against your insides, almost like agitated waves at a beach.

Silence embraced the two of you again, but neither of you felt bothered by it. You took your time to let the sinful images sink in, and he took his time to study your face. You had been clearly affected by the truth he had just spilled out, and he secretly enjoyed such thing. He could read you like the palm of his hand, and he knew you were thinking about him with his dick out.

As he breathed heavily, fearing air would forever leave his lungs after what he was about to do, he prepared himself for what was about to come. His thumb ran over your slightly swollen lips but, this time, he parted them with a gentle tug on your lower lip. George timidly shoved his thumb into your mouth, and you, with your eyes still closed, took all of it.

Your tongue swirl against his finger, the feeling of your saliva dancing against his skin sending electrical waves down his spine. You continued on sucking him until your cheeks finally hollowed, and he pulled his finger out with a low ‘pop’ noise.

You opened your eyes in a deep frustration, but he could no longer take it. His cock was hard inside his trousers and it battled for its freedom. He breathed unsteadily and with a bit of difficulty, his mind starting to wonder how your lips would feel wrapped around his tip.

The realization that you two had never done anything before hit him hard, and he felt himself twitching while precum started wetting the fabric of his underwear.

Would it be selfish of him to think he would probably be the first one ever to taste your cunt? The first one to penetrate you, the first one to end your innocence for eternity, the first one to feel your walls clenching around him, the first one to make you cum.

George was forced to step back and groan in bitterness. He really wanted to fuck you, but he would never disrespect you or your limits. Plus, on top of that, he really did not know how he could express his urges.

“S-Sorry, darling. I-I-I don’t know what’d gotten into me, I guess I just lo-“

“Can you show me how you touch yourself?”

The question hung on air for one or two moments. You could not believe what you had just said. You were drunk on a new dizzying and exciting sensation, one that left your panties secretly wet and your clit throbbing, and one which made you ask your boyfriend to masturbate right in front of you.

So he did it. Apparently, Katie was right: George Weasley would gladly accept anything you asked him.

After the enormous bathtub had been filled with water and bubbles, he undressed and you lost all of your senses for a bit.

His fair skin carried grand amounts of both freckles and small scars. His entire silhouette was outlined by groups of yet developing muscles, but each one of them caused more wetness to pool in your strawberries ridiculously covered panties. George was so tall, his shoulders were so broad, and his dick was indeed so big.

When all of his being finally became bare in front of you, you rubbed your thighs together, the need for friction creeping inside your body for the first time ever.

You stood still exactly where you were, but he made his way to the tub, sitting on the edge of the white porcelain. He lowered his dark eyes to his throbbing member and his touch caused a relieved sigh to leave his lips. His hand moved up and down a few times until he looked at you again.

There was something different on his face. His eyelids seemed to be a tad heavier, and the sounds slipping out of his slightly parted lips were the most delicious thing you had ever heard.

George Weasley was jerking off right in front of you. He was moaning only for you. And you hoped he would cum just for you, too.

As the minutes slowly went by the two of you, you watched him quietly. However, it was impossible for him to keep quiet. By now, his moans were loud and shameless. He whispered your name every now and then, the thought of you bouncing up and down his dick providing all the fuel he needed to orgasm only for you.

That was entirely new for you. You felt so dirty, so sinful, so misbehaved, but you were living for it. You wanted more of him, and you also wanted to give George more of you. And that was exactly the reason why you said your next sentence out loud.

“Can I touch myself?”

His ears convinced himself that he had heard it incorrectly, but the way your fingers tugged on your T-shirt, and your thighs rubbed together, he knew he was not mistaken. A new rush of pleasure ran through his veins and he pumped his hand faster. Unable to form coherent sentences, he mumbled something along the lines of ‘please’ and nodded vehemently.

In the blink of an eye, both of your bodies were unclothed and both of you played with your intimacies. George’s right hand applied all the pressure that could possibly resemble your tight cunt wrapped around his cock, and your fingers helped the squelching sounds coming from your wetness to echo in the bathroom. You had never thought that so many lustful sensations could occupy your body all at once and, yet, there you were: masturbating at the sight of your boyfriend doing the exact same.

By now, you also had problems breathing and the tight knot inside your body screamed for a break. You pulled your hand away from your dripping cunt, but you remained connect to your womanhood by a very thin and almost invisible string of your juices.

George obviously noticed that tiny detail and it was too much for him. He announced he was close and, soon enough, his skin was stained by the pleasure you had given him. His eyes were closed as he felt his heartbeat increasing and the images of you still haunting his mind.

The way he accepted and let his orgasm work on his body made you move your hand against your clit faster and you followed him in a matter of seconds. Your body trembled and you could not stop whining.

You had never experienced something so astonishingly sensational.

Your pants filled the bathroom for a little while before his body finally slipped into the still warm water. The comfort offered by the setting relaxed his existence and he weakly called and asked you to join him, which you happily agreed with.

He touched your hips and pulled you closer, placing your body against his chest. With his lips pressed against your temple, he whispered a series of ‘thank you’ and ‘you are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen’.

However, his final words changed the mood completely and you hated him for it.

“That’s a nice pair of panties, by the way.”

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[cherienymphe]

all of these stories are my favorite of favorites! a good number of them explore darker themes such as non-con, dub-con, manipulation, a/b/o, kidnapping, etc. so please heed all warnings.

➯ dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Loki’s Very Special Girl

one of the first dark fics i ever read. loki is so deliciously deviant in this! this fic speaks to my praise kink.

My Little Bird

MY FAVORITE LOKI FIC OF ALL TIME! the writing is so beautiful and its such a unique concept. Loki’s fascination and obsession with the reader makes me wish i could live in this fic!

You Are Mine 

A wonderful stripper/prostitute au that turned me into niagara falls 

The Distraction

One of the best dark!Steve series out there! I’m sure most of you have read it, but there is no way I could not put it on this list. Made me want to be kidnapped by Steve Rogers

Little One

Its a vampire!Namjoon au that ends in a bloody fuck fest. Need I say more? The smut had me twisted into knots!

The Three of Us Pt. 2

An a/b/o JohnJae x reader fic that had me ready to kill someone while waiting for part 2. One of my fav a/b/o fics of all time! The smut is just...*chef’s kiss* It should be illegal to have made me that horny. 

Beastly Gods

The fact that this shit is free is proof that there is a God. No, but seriously, one of the best Taehyung fics I have ever read! The deception, the manipulation, the plot twists! This fic...is so sexy

The Hand That Feeds

Roo never disappoints! Loki is just...downright awful in this fic and I wanted to swallow every inch of him because of it. 

Haunted House

If I was an omega escort hired by Alpha!Tony and Alpha!Steve to play some hide and seek and fuck in a haunted mansion, I would not oppose. I would simply assume the position.

Calling to Join Them the Wretched and Joyful

*THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THEY FUCKING MADE, THIS IS SOME PROFESSIONAL LIKE... THIS SHIT IS IN DIFFERENT AREAS WHAT THE FUCK* Original! Never done before! Thor can catch these hands and Loki can catch these hands too after he catches this pussy!

Bagels, Bruises, and Broken Thongs

Peter Parker is hella rough in bed and its so fucking delicious to read. The way its written would put any porn video to shame! Has a wonderful fluffy ending

We Can F**k

Jimin is a cocky hoe who fucks you for two days straight! I love this Libran devil 

The Widow

Mob!Bucky? Say no more!

Bankrupt

There are no words to describe what this fic did to me. Steve and Bucky are in the mafia and they’re coming to collect your pussy. That is all

Even Sad Birds Sing

When will Steve Rogers kidnap me? Asking for a friend. Wonderfully written! I’m so used to Steve just taking what he wants by brute force, but in this fic? Mans said aint nobody got time for that and just drugged a hoe

Tastes Like Strawberries

I STG HARRIES ALWAYS BRING IT OK? LITERALLY EVERY HARRY WRITER SHOULD BE CHARGING FOR THEIR SHIT ITS ALWAYS THAT GOOD! The way everything is set up in this fic is just magnificent! Harry’s conflict is so sexy 

The Internship

When I say this fic was on my mind for weeks? I mean that. I both love and hate Steve in this fic its absolutely crazy! There’s also a twist ending, that tbh, I did not see coming 

Let it Snow

I LOVE THIS FIC SO FUCKING MUCH! Omega!reader trapped with Alpha!Steve? Gee, I wonder what could happen? FUCKING! THATS WHAT HAPPENS

Midnight Cathedral

Loki is a demon. That alone should get your loins burning

Kiss of Death

Loki is so sneaky and horrible omg! But yes, pin me down and fuck me Mr. powerful man

Irreconcilable 

Steve is a grade A asshole and I absolutely love it!

Wrapped in Red

One of my favorite Peter fics! There’s some dark!Bucky involved and the smut is just amazing

His Arms Are All Around Me and His Tongue in My Eyes

Easily the best dark!Peter fic I have ever read. The writing is phenomenal and even with how long it is, I still wanted more

What’s Your Escape

A wonderful Sherlock fic that is without a doubt my favorite! The game, the anticipation, the characterization of Sherlock! Everything is splendid!

Naïveté

This is a deliciously dark Ransom fic. Love the way it’s weaved into canon and the way Ransom makes sure he has reader right where he wants her

Golden Boy

One of the best dark pieces I’ve ever read. The characterization is so on point for Steve that this is something I could actually see happening. The internal conflict and his growing ire is just *chef’s kiss*

Bartered

A deliciously dark Steve fic that features some wonderful smut

The Devil’s Tongue

A wonderfully dark Sherlock fic that I literally couldn’t stop thinking about for days

Above The Law

I think about this Lee Bodecker fic at least once a week

Heaven Can Wait

This fic is beautiful! The development between the reader and Steve is everything

Dishonorable Discharge 

This fic is everything. Its so well written and is now one of my favorites. Sinfully dark 

Night Drive

This left me shook! A masterpiece of a Henry fic that had me on the edge of my seat

For The World

A wonderfully dark fic inspired by the handmaid’s tale that made me terrified of every man in it

More Than A Hobby 

This dark!Peter drabble feels like a full blown fic. He’s perfectly creepy and the smut is amazing

School Days

Steve is so creepy in this and his behavior is all too real and reminiscent of weird men irl. You can pinpoint the moment he’s decided that the reader is his

See you in the depths, That ain't a metaphor

The best Arvin fic I’ve read. The characterization, his infatuation with the reader, the way the other shoe drops. Perfection!

Lost In Translation

This is a sinfully dark Steve fic that will fuck with your head, and the added presence of Zemo only makes it better

Lay me in the tall-grown grass in a shallow grave

An amazing stucky fic with some of the best smut ever. So sweet it’ll give you a toothache

A Pound of Flesh

Easily one of the best dark Peter fics! Such a fresh take on an ancient Greek myth that will blow your mind

Dark Angel

Truly captures dark Paul in all of his glory. A wonderful Paul fic to step into the fandom with

[alice-angel12x]

Tokyo ghoul x Twisted wonderland

Rook hunt x ghoul reader

"Y/n senpai, I've noticed something. I never see you eat anything, but drown in coffee. Why is that?" Epel asked his 2nd year senior.

"Well, I'm dieting and I'm trying to hold back on some things, and I really like Coffee," Y/n smiled as they took a sip of their hot coffee.

"How do you even get away with that with Vil?!" Epel gasped.

"What Vil doesn't know can't hurt him. Plus he should worry about those who actually want his help," Y/n said as they took another sip of coffee.

"Evening my Roi de la nuit," Rook greeted as he sat next to Y/n suddenly, as he pulled them close by the waist.

"Ughh, Hello Rook," Y/n sighed.

"Rook senpai, g-good Evening. I didn't know you were very friendly with Y/n senpai," Epel said.

"A little too friendly," Y/n said as they tried to move away from Rook.

"Oh, why must you be so cruel, my Roi de la nuit?" Rook said dramatically.

But Rook had an Iron hold on Y/n's waist, so Y/n sat as they watched Rook and Epel finish up their dinner. As they sat in the Dorms dinning area when Vil entered the room, looking for Epel. As he scanned the room his eyes landed on Y/n, he glared at them as he quickly walked in and dragged Epel away.

"I've over stayed my social welcome, I'm going back to my room," Y/n sighed as they stood up, and headed down the hall to the Sleeping quarters.

As they felt Rook could hear the quiet rumbles of Y/n' s stomach. In Y/n' s room they tossed in pain as their Stomach grumbled and grained for a proper meal, just some Human flesh. Yet that though sickened them as they tried to ignore the pain, putting off the hunt for as long as possible.

Rook hummed to himself as he held a pheasant he hunted by his side. Some off the new Dorm members were slightly disgusted by the animal carcass Rook was bringing into the Dorm. While the Older ones didn't  even bat and eyelash. As Rook continued down the hall with his signature smile, he was stopped as he passed a miffed Vil.

"Still feeding that monster," Vil glared at the dead animal.

"What are you talking about?" Rook asked innocently, not even turning to Vil.

" Don't play Coy with me, I know what that "friend" of yours really is," Vil growled, " Their a ghoul."

"Vil, don't  make such baseless accusations," Rook said.

"I've read about them once, they are dangerous beasts that feed on humans and beastmen alike. They were hunted down all over the kingdoms, and know days only remain in The Afterglow Savanna," Vil said.

"So knowledgeable as ever, beautiful Vil," Rook smiled, still not turning to look at him.

"Is it true that people in the Afterglow hunt those creatures for sport, and as a right of passage for warriors?" Vil asked.

"Umm, yes. Your point?" Rook asked as his grip tightened.

"Why haven't you gotten rid of them, and instead put all our Dormmates and school in danger?" Vil asked.

"They aren't-"

"They need to feed on human flesh, and they haven't eaten in a long while. Its only a matter of time before they snap and eat someone. Or is the lives of a few people don't matter," Vil glared.

"That won't happen, well good night Vil," Rook said through a strained smile.

He continued on his way till he reached Y/n's  room, and quickly letting himself in. Only to see Y/n curled on their bed holding their stomach in pain.

"Roi de la nuit ! Hold on I'm here. With food too," Rook smiled as he tried to comfort Y/n.

Y/n's eyes turned black with red irises as they devoured the pheasant in an instant. But it did little to make them feel better, as their Stomach demanded its main sustenance.

"Rook, you need to leave, Now!" Y/n begged.

"You need proper food, let me help," Rook offered.

"No, I don't  want to hurt anyone," Y/n sobbed.

"I know, but this isn't the first time, and I know it needs to be done," Rook said as he revealed his left shoulder.

It was covered in past bit marks. Y/n slowly turned to see Rook offering his shoulder, but before they could think their body moved on it's own. Y/n quickly bit down on Rook's shoulder, their teeth sinking into the skin and drawing blood. Rook winced at the pain, but kept composure as he stroked Y/n's hair gently and hold them close.

"Wake up Y/n, you are stronger than this," he whispered lovingly.

Y/n's body froze as they slowly took control as tears slowly ran down heir cheeks.

______

"You shouldn't have done that," Y/n sniffled as they wrapped Rook's bitten shoulder.

"Well know your hunger has been settled for a little while. So I don't mind," Rook winced.

"Your insane you know that," Y/n sighed.

Rook slowly leaned toward and his lover and gently kissed their cheek.

"I guess I am Insensé for you, my Roi de la nuit," Rook smiled as he pulled them down to lay next to him.

As the two laid is silence, a question slowly came to the front of Y/n's mind.

"Why are you even protecting me? Like Vil said, I am a monster," Y/n mumbled into Rooks chest.

Rook remained silent for awhile as he gently held Y/n' s hand.

"Remember when we first meet?" Rook asked, " Back in the After Savanna."

"Yeah, we were about 11," Y/n said.

"Around that time my father wanted to prove his skills and be granted the title of master hunter. In order to get that was to hunt down a Ghoul. To hunt down our predator, and like a Garçon insensé I followed him out in the danger zone," Rook sighed.

"Oh yeah, I remember. The lone boy who only had his bow and arrows by his side," Y/n chuckled slightly.

"You spared me that day, you could have killed me. But you protected me from the others," Rook said.

"I still attacked you and bit you. I could have killed you," Y/n argued.

__________

A young Rook Hunt stared up in horror at the young figure on top of him. They looked slightly younger than himself, but he couldn't  be sure with the mask covering his attackers face.

All he could see was the Red crimson irises staring down at him through the Eye holes of the mask. Rook tried to wrestle the young ghoul off him, but red tendrils sprouted from their back to hold him down.

"I'm so sorry," they whispered as they bit down on Rooks shoulder.

Rook cried out in pain, but soon the figure released him and quickly stood up. Rook sat up and backed away for the young ghoul, but as he looked back at his attackers eyes. He didn't  see a blood thirsty monster, but someone just as scared. They slow removed their mask, revealing their tearful face.

"Get out of here, and don't  come back," They figure said as they ran off into the savanna.

__________

"True, but you didn't, I could see it in your eyes, even if your mask hide your beauty at first," Rook said.

"After that you proceed to stalk me for the next 3 years," Y/n groaned as they thought back.

" Je ne aurais jamais, I was simply observing you. Why must you be so cruel with your words," Rook said dramatically.

"Then when you revealed yourself to me, you presented me with roses and "serenaded" me with a very long and flowery poem," Y/n sighed in embarrassment as their face turned red from embarrassment.

"Fufufu, your face was so red. You were so beautiful," Rook sighed with a smile.

"I am not beautiful," Y/n mumbled.

"Ne dis pas ça, your a mysterious and dangerous beauty," Rook said as he kissed Y/n's forehead," And I'll protect you. From those who wish to harm you, and from the monster within you."

Suddenly their was a crash and screams could be heard outside. Rook and Y/n quickly sat up as Rook quickly grabbed his Bow and Arrows. Just as he was about to run out of the room, he turned to Y/n.

"Reste ici (stay here)," Rook said as he quickly ran out.

But as they sat in the room they could smell the blood as the sound of thrashing continued. Y/n turned to their nightstand and hesitantly pulled out their mask; hiding it inside their clothes. They ran down the hall too see it was a ghoul attack. The Ghoul had a plague doctor mask, who had taken a large bit out of an unfortunate Pomeifore dorm member. Epel was frozen in fear as he tried to help the attacked student, Rook and Vil were trying to take down the rampaging Ghoul.

The two managed to chase the ghoul out of the dorm, but the School was already on alert as the staff, a few dorm leaders, and some vice leaders try to trap the creature. Y/n, with their mask set on their face quickly tracked down the invader and stood proud and tall as they stared them down on main street.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?!" Y/n shouted.

"This is my turf," he said simply as he charged Y/n.

The battle between the ghouls were violent and bloody, as blows and bites were received on both parties.

As the battle raged it brought the attention of the staff and students as they came rushing to see two ghouls fighting each other. They watched in horror as the staff and Headmatser quickly arrived. He was horrified to see not only that two ghouls had gotten into the school, but one of them were a student.

Rook could only watch in horror as his lover and friend continue to be bloodied and bitten. Y/N continued to fight till they finally get had landed a killing blow to the chest of the intruder ghoul.

Y/n refused to turn around as they could feel the hatful and disgusted glares staring down on them. They already knew that they were reading their magic pens, raised and aimed at them.

"Who ever you are foul creature, surrender immediately," Crowley demanded.

"It would be wise that you surrender, it was foolish of you to think that you could sneak into our school as a student," Crewel sneered, " if you come quietly, we'll give a quick and painless death."

"Je ne veux pas mourir.(I don't want to die)," Y/n said in shaky amateur French.

"fuyez...loin..dans un endroit sûr. ( Run away... Far Away... somewhere safe)," Rook said slowly.

The other students and staff were to busy worrying about the ghoul the didn't realize That the ghoul and Rook were having a conversation.

"Je te trouverai partout où tu iras. (I'll find you wherever you go)," Rook said quietly.

Y/n nodded as he quickly pulled out their own and summoned a mist, clouding the students view. With the opening Y/n quickly ran into the night.

[petri808]

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Inukag modern AU

For the first few days Kagome was back at the home she’d shared with Inuyasha, it felt a little strange and familiar all mixed up together. Their friends had helped in moving her things back into the house, but Inuyasha had given her the main bedroom and took the spare saying it might help her memories since that’s where she would normally have slept. During the day, he would go to work leaving Kagome time to wander around unencumbered. So, she took the opportunity to look through photo albums, keepsakes, or simply absorbing the feel of the place. Inuyasha had told her that she was the one who’d decorated it, and from what she could see, that all made sense. Perhaps that did help her in feeling a little comfortable and yet still somewhat of a stranger. To dispel those odd energies, Kagome took it upon herself to be useful, cooking dinner or cleaning, even doing his laundry despite him telling her she didn’t have to… Okay that chore did make Kagome blush the first time she came across his underwear, but she reminded herself she was a grown ass woman who may not remember yet but has seen him naked before so it’s not a big deal unless she made it into one.

All the little normal behaviors seemed to really help her memory to improve rapidly. Several times a day, Kagome would be doing something in the home and flashbacks would hit her. Mostly good ones or embarrassing things that must have made an impact. For instance, finding a bottle of wine in the cupboard and remembering a night she got so drunk Inuyasha had to carry her to bed. Or another, while moving a chair in the living room she remembered a friskier romp and later finding her bra under the couch the next time she cleaned. She was so happy it hadn’t been discovered by a guest or something because Sango probably would have teased her mercilessly.

But with all the memories coming back quicker, and her sense of comfort increasing, so too did a feeling of loneliness. At night, as Kagome laid in bed things felt less foreign and emptier, like something was missing. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that missing element was Inuyasha. This was their bed— their sharedbed, so it made sense that it wasn’t the same without him there. Kagome still felt nervous about it, but after three days of feeling that way and not getting a lot of sleep because of it, she’d asked him to move back into the room with her. Of course, even he was hesitant to do so, but she assured him it’ll be okay. She was certain he wouldn’t try to take advantage or anything. Even when after two days of this sleeping arrangement, she’d woken up to his arm casually around her, Kagome found she didn’t mind it at all… thankfully for his frantic relief.

Inuyasha popped his head into the bedroom. “Ready to go?” They had plans to go out for dinner that night to a favorite restaurant.

“Mmhmm,” Kagome replied as she did a quick check of her skirt and grabbed her purse.

The evening was an especially cherished one for two reasons. First, it was their sixth anniversary and second, but most importantly, Kagome was the one who’d remembered it. Three days earlier while going through her jewelry box, she’d picked up her promise ring and the memory of that event hit her like a ton of bricks. Before that moment the ring had just been another ring, but now, it was the latest trigger of a deluge of memories. So strong it was, that it had sent Inuyasha into quite a panic when he’d come home that day from work to find Kagome teary-eyed, but they’d been happy tears very much worth celebrating.

Things had been going so well, that Kagome almost felt back to normal. She was remembering more and more, her home felt like a home, and the hatchet was now buried between she and Inuyasha after they’d agreed to be honest about anything that was bothering them from now on. They talked out the bad and laughed through the good memories as they broke through. That day of coming clean had truly become a turning point for the couple and despite this whole situation starting off horribly, perhaps it will become the reason their relationship could last forever.

The restaurant was crowded that Saturday evening, as it was most days because of its popularity. Kagome and Inuyasha often chose it for special occasions due to the excellent food and service, as well as the reasonable prices. Dinner and dessert, with a glass of wine…

Kagome smiled at her husband from across the table. “You know what would be a nice way to end tonight? Taking a stroll in the park. The moon is really pretty.”

Inuyasha reached over the table and took her hand, smoothing his thumb gently over the skin. “That sounds like a perfect idea,” he smiled back. “Let me just go to the restroom first and we can check out of here.”

“Okay,” Kagome squeezed his hand back. “I’ll call the waiter for the check.”

He leaned down and kissed her hand, before standing up and walking away towards the restroom area, leaving Kagome at the table to watch for their waiter. She looked down and smiled as she rubbed her hand in the spot Inuyasha had kissed. It was silly, she knew, to feel the butterfly sensations over such a small yet sweet gesture, but it was fun to feel so in love again. To feel her skin, heat up when he kissed her or held her hand. The rush of excitement when he’d begun pulling her close at night… Kagome felt a blush blooming on her cheeks just thinking about the intimate moment they’d shared just a couple days ago. She’d finally felt comfortable enough to allow it, or rather had reached the point when her body could no longer resist the urge… and it was so much more than she could have ever hoped for. Inuyasha’s effects on her loins we’re simply supernatural.

A loud tap on the table suddenly jolted Kagome out of her thoughts, and her head shot up to see who was trying to gain her attention. She assumed it might be the waiter because she’d been so lost in thought, but oh… was she wrong!

Kagome’s eye’s flashed wide in a panic. “K-Kikyo?!”

The woman grabbed Kagome hard by the shoulder, digging her nails into the skin, her words seething in a controlled anger. “Get up. Don’t say a word and do exactly what I say if you don’t wanna get hurt.”

“No!” Kagome tried to shake the woman off, hitting at her hand as hard as she could. “Why can’t you leave me alone!” Her screams drew the attention of everyone around them, and the dining room instantly went silent. Her eyes searched frantically for an employee or Inuyasha, but all it found was the staff frozen in place unsure of what to do. “Somebody call the police!” She screamed.

But Kikyo was in too much of a blind rage to stop, knowing she only had seconds before Inuyasha or someone else might step in. So, she grabbed Kagome by the hair and twisted, yanking her with enough force to pull the screaming woman out of her seat or risk getting her hair pulled clean out. “You don’t deserve him!” Kikyo berated. “Why didn’t you just die that night! Why couldn’t you take the hint and just stay the fuck away, you stupid bitch!”

“Stop it! Stop it! You’re hurting me! Inuyasha! INUYASHA!” Kagome fought desperately to free herself, but every time she tried, Kikyo would twist and yank harder. “Help me!!”

A couple of male patrons sitting nearby, finally stood up to intervene, but that’s when Kikyo pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it to Kagome’s throat. “Try anything and I will cut her,” she spat at the men.

“Ma’am,” a manager stepped forward as well with his hands up as a show of neutrality. “Please put the knife down and let her go. The police are already on their way. You don’t want to do anything rash.”

“Please…” Kagome was sobbing from all the pain. She could feel the cool steel of the knife against her skin. “Please let me go, Kikyo. This has gone too far!” ‘And where was Inuyasha??’ Her mind begged. Surely, he would have heard the commotion by now or had his behavior all been a ruse? What if he’d planned this with Kikyo to get back at her? Kagome’s heart said no, but her mind was such a mess it didn’t know what to think anymore. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, wishing this would all just end… “Inu…”

“Ahhhh!”

The loud guttural scream of a mad woman made Kagome flinch. Was this the end? Her body tensed up expecting to feel the blade slicing into her throat as the woman finished what she’d come there to do… but instead her body just dropped to the floor with a thud. She was— free?! Kagome’s eyes popped open, and as she lay there crumpled on the floor, could only watch in horror and shock for above her Inuyasha had Kikyo’s wrists in a solid lock. She instantly recognized his demon form too, the red eyes and purple stripes along his cheeks. The hanyo was furious!

The manager and another patron quickly pulled Kagome away from the struggle and out of harm’s way. Kikyo was screaming and kicking, fighting against Inuyasha’s restraint but he was too strong. One of the other male diners managed to get the knife safely out of Kikyo’s hand, at which time Inuyasha was able to adjust his grip on the woman and yanked her hands behind her back, keeping her from getting away without breaking her arms.

“It’s been over you jealous, heartless dark bitch! Get it through your head!” Inuyasha roared. “There is something wrong with you! Kagome is gonna be my wife and you’ll never compare to the light she’s brought to my life!!”

“She doesn’t deserve you!” Kikyo screamed. “You should be mine! Not hers, mine!”

“It’s I who doesn’t deserve her, not the other way around you dumb bitch,” Inuyasha growled back. “But you don’t deserve me either!” He tightened his hold around her wrists, purposely digging his claws in to drive his point home as he growled low enough so only Kikyo could hear him. “You ever— EVER come around again, I’ll make you disappear.”

The cops arrived quickly enough to take over and immediately started their investigation. With a room full of witnesses to interview, it would be an easy case to make, just a lot of evidence to process. Kagome had been whisked away by the manager into a back office, away from all the activity so that medical personnel could evaluate and treat her injuries and simply give the poor woman peace to collect herself. Inuyasha was allowed to stay with her, holding her hand while the EMT’s did their job.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” Inuyasha apologized. “I shouldn’t have left you alone at the table.”

“You couldn’t have known she’d attack me,” Kagome tried to reassure him that she didn’t blame him. By that point, she’d already learned how Inuyasha had snuck up from behind while Kikyo was distracted by the manager, and that’s how he was able to detain her so quickly.

“It’s still my fault she was in our lives to begin with.”

“Inu,” she sighed, “we can’t change the past, only the future.”

Once the medical team cleared Kagome with just some minor abrasions to her head and hands, a police detective stepped in and separated she and Inuyasha for their interviews. She did her best to recount everything that happened but talking about it also brought back all the emotions with it. Tears gathered in her eyes, and her head throbbed, almost as if re-living the fear of almost being killed. The adrenaline had finally worn down and her heart had stopped racing. Kagome hadn’t thought about it until that moment, but even though everything had transpired so suddenly, it had taken an enormous physical toll on her body and all it wanted to do now was sleep. At the same time, her mind hadn’t stopped working in overdrive, because seeing Kikyo… no, being attacked by the woman triggered an overwhelming flood of memories. It was like a locked door suddenly being flung wide open.

“Are you okay?” Was the first question Inuyasha posed the second he was allowed to return to his girlfriend. His voice carried with it a high level of concern. “Should I get the EMT’s, because you’ve gone pale.”

Kagome nodded as she turned to face him. “I’m okay, it’s just Inuyasha I…” she took hold of his hands in a tight grip. “I remember everything…”

Now it was Inuyasha’s turn to go ashen white. “You… do?”

Tears re-filled her eyes as she continued to nod unconsciously. “Yes… yes… all the things she did to me… all the fights over it… and that night— the accident, I remember everything…” her voice petered out like the ending credits of a movie. “But it’s so weird that… I’m not upset.” Kagome fixed Inuyasha with a confused look. “Shouldn’t I be upset?”

“I-I don’t know,” his voice cracked.

“It almost feels like a relief,” Kagome unconsciously exhaled loudly as if to accentuate how puzzled she felt. “It was such a bad fight… but I just feel relieved to remember it at all.”

“Is that a good thing?” Inuyasha questioned cautiously.

“Yeah— I… You know, it is,” she finally smiled. “I think the nightmare is finally over and that’s why I feel so relieved. But there is one thing I need to ask you about Inu.”

“Of course! Anything.”

“You told Kikyo I’m gonna be your wife.”

Inuyasha’s body stiffened as a smile bloomed on his face along with the coloring on his cheeks. “Oh, yeah that,” he scratched his head nervously, “it just popped out in the heat of the moment.”

“But…” Kagome leaned forward to stop his shaky hands. “Did you mean it?”

“Actually…” Inuyasha reached into his pocket...

**Question for my readers**

What ending would you prefer?

- A regular ending chapter that takes place right after the dinner scene?

- An epilogue of them finally getting married?

* Throw out some ideas in the notes and maybe one (or more) of the ideas) will make it into the final chapter :)

[docholligay]

Chinese Food in The American West

One of the things I frequently come across as a student of the American West* is that people get most of their information from movies and TV and then act like they know things. Wyatt Earp was not a Lawful Good champion who always did his level best even when it was hard to know. (You want Seth Bullock or Bass Reeves). Racism was far more complicated than white vs not white (I’ve talked about this EXTENSIVELY in Strange Empire, so I’m not going to bore you here**). 

And they didn’t just eat steak. In fact, they rarely ate steak. 

Steak as cowboy food isn’t INACCURATE, but it is MODERN. From about the early 1900s on, you had less and less drives and more and more ranchers who were staying put, with less and less hands needed, and so food was grabbed less “on the go.” Cows could be slaughtered and used to feed the family, allowing for more opportunities for things like steak, yes, but also things like chili, a play on sauerbraten, southern-style biscuits. The cattle drives were a real blend of culture and race, and a lot of what we have left as “Western food” owes a great deal to that. 

And if we leave the cattle drives and head into the towns of the American West, as we will today, we find things like oysters, pies, and various things like that. Far more well-heeled than the general expectation. 

I mean, here’s the menu from the Occidental Saloon circa the late 1880s:

Soups

Chicken Giblet and Consumme, with Egg

Fish

Columbia River Salmon, au Beurre Noir

Relieves

Filet a Boeuf, a la Financier

Leg of Lamb, Sauce, Oysters

Cold Meats

Loin of Beef, Loin of Ham, Loin of Pork, Westphalia Ham, Corned Beef, Imported Lunches

Boiled Meats

Leg of Mutton, Ribs of Beef, Corned Beef and Cabbage, Russian River Bacon

Entrees

Pinons a Poulett, aux Champignons

Cream Fricasse of Chicken, Asparagus Points

Lapine Domestique, a la Matire d'Hote

Casserole d'Ritz aux Oeufs, a la Chinoise

Ducks of Mutton, Braze, with Chipoluta Ragout

California Fresh Peach, a la Conde

Roasts

Loin of Beef, Loin of Mutton, Leg of Pork

Apple Sauce, Suckling Pig, with Jelly, Chicken Stuffed Veal

Pastry

Peach, Apple, Plum, and Custard Pies

English Plum Pudding, Hard Sauce, Lemon Flavor

This dinner will be served for 50 cents.

-I got this from the book “Saloons of the Old West” by Erdoes

But none of that is precisely why I’m here, I just can’t stop myself from talking about this, why I’m here is that one of the things I say that often surprises people, is that Chinese food was incredibly common for the, well, common man to eat. There’s very much a conception that we as a non-Chinese American  people did not start eating Chinese food until the 40s and 50s, and its truer that it took longer to catch on in the American East than the West simply as a matter of proximity and choice. 

Not MORE choice but LESS. Part of what made the West so unique, historically, is that the lack of choice and the basic scarcity caused people to work with and patronize people that their general prejudices would have kept them from using back east, because they had CHOICES. But out in the west, less so. There were few choices for a quick, cheap meal on the go. That dinner I just posted above is a lavish affair, and a great deal at approximately $20.00 in today’s money. (Which does not allow for the fact that cost of supplies has gone up and this dinner would most likely be offered for no less than 70 or so today.) 

People desperately wanted something that was cheap and quick, and the other options in the American West were few, far between, and not intensely pleasing. No one had really come up with the sandwich shop as of yet, and in any case, fresh meats and cheeses would have been too difficult for the low-cost supplier. 

ENTER THE CHINESE POPULATION.

If you have read my Strange Empire blogs, I hope you know that Chinese people were a huge presence in the American West, mostly working for the railroad and various mines, but also doing things like laundry, work that was extremely hard but took little in the way of English speaking. They existed in Chinatowns, for a combination of cultural and legal factors, but it’s a misconception that non-Chinese*** people never went to Chinatown. 

People are not new, and it was not unusual for non-Chinese people to use the laundries, tailoring, and other services of Chinatowns while suppressing the rights of Chinese people int he same breath. There were always individual Chinese people any given non-Chinese person liked and did business with. 

In time, they discovered the inherent wisdom of the noodle bowl. 

I don’t mean to suggest that all these early restaurants served was noodle bowls, but that was where it all started. Remember, Italian food had little prominence in America at the this time, as Italian immigration didn’t really get into full swing until the 1870s in America. While there are noodle traditions half of everywhere, and there is nothing new under the sun, what we today would consider a stir-fry bowl was wildly new to most of the non-Chinese folks in the West. That it could be offered up so cheaply, was so filling, and so delicious (more on this later) was a wild revelation. Everyone from simple cowboys (which, fun fact! Was a slur back then!) to mayors were swinging by Chinatowns to try the dishes. 

By the 1920s, chop suey, a fully Chinese American invention derived from the words for “various leftovers” was a hugely popular American food among all sorts. 

Doc, you may ask, was it just that these folks coming through to get medicines or laundry were SO adventurous? Not at all! Chinese restaurants back then actually, in a very short amount of time, realized that their non-Chinese townsfolk were an excellent way to make money as well, and began to adapt and change dishes to better fit the Western palate, leading what we call American Chinese Food today, which is a legitimate foodway I will defend to my death. Unfortunately, none of these menus survive today--the only ones we have are from places in San Francisco, places that were much more posh, and not the subject of this essay. 

There is a scene in Tombstone where Wyatt and his brothers are eating Chinese food, and it’s one of the things people often ask me about, assuming it’s anachronistic. Actually, it isn’t at all--the anachronism is that there’s broccoli in those noodle bowls, which had not yet hit our shores by the time of the OK Corral. Chinese food was a huge hit, Chinese restaurants were doing extremely well, and some Chinese restaurants were even beginning to attempt to print menus in English, with sit down areas, instead of serving simple fare from food carts. 

As the food from these “chow chow houses” grew in popularity, as we can infer from the advertisements of their competitors promising free potatoes with every meal, and other such niceties to entice, there was, as ever there must be, blowback. Anti-Chinese sentiment grew to a fever pitch, and with this came overt pressure for ‘Good Americans” to patronize ‘American restaurants’. The social pressure is actually where we get some of that old racist jargon about Chinese people serving dogs and cats, which people often think was spread by competitors to degrade the Chinese restaurants, which isn’t UNTRUE, but was just as often said sheepishly by someone who couldn’t stop themselves from going and grabbing a noodle bowl or even the American dishes they offered, such as roast chicken or pork chop sandwiches. 

(I won’t comment with anything but an eyeroll on the bullshit of people saying they’re ~allergic to MSG~ okay I’ll believe you when you stop eating processed food, meat, aged cheese) 

It actually kept this type of reputation as being slightly scandalous well into the early 1900s, as being something you ate after the bar, something to be had in the shadows, but it was all for naught, because Chinese food became an important part of American identity. But for all that, no one ever pictures the Lone Ranger chowing down (the American phrase ‘chow’ for food actually comes from these ‘chow chow houses’) on some chop suey, but there’s every reason to believe he would have. American Chinese food is just as American as the Germanically-influenced hamburger. 

(There’s a whole subtopic to go down about Jewish and Chinese communities and Kosher Chinese Food, two marginalized and othered communities coming together, but that’s a WHOLE other topic) 

(Also someone please buy me Chinese food. This shit always makes me so hungry.) 

*The American West is a specific time period, as far as the study of history goes. It covers the period between the end of the Civil War and the New Century, generally, and is, obviously, concerned with the western half of the country. It doesn’t cover stuff like Lewis and Clark (that’s Expansion) or even the Civil War itself, though you cannot possibly hope to study the American West in any level of seriousness without understanding the Civil War. Anyway! I know a lot about America between 1865 and 1900, and am just knowledgeable enough to be dangerous on everything else. Most History nerds are highly specified like this. We’re not as much help to your trivia team as you think.****

**I actually have had little chance to talk about ~European-style xenophobia~ as it played out in the west, because Strange Empire takes a more modern pass at it. But there was a hierarchy of “whiteness” as well, as still largely exists in Europe, land of intentionally clean ethnostates. 

***I use the term “non-Chinese” instead of white because believe it or not, non-white people were not magically free of racism against Chinese people. It was horrific and BASICALLY every non-Chinese person was guilty of it to some level, a wild-ass level of hatred that led to Chinese folks not being able to PURCHASE PROPERTY BY LAW in ENTIRE STATES. Being Chinese or Native in this place and time was your Worst Bet. 

****I actually was on a competitive trivia team, you DO want me.

[fairytsuk1]

late-night snacking (s)

part of the autumn experiences collection.

pairing: osamu miya x reader

genre: smut

warnings: fem!receiving oral

words: 1.8k

summary: let me please you.

prompt: feast

     You've come to realize that your boyfriend is essentially a human heater. Osamu seems like he'd be the stereotypical cold man who just couldn't (and wouldn't) extend his emotions to others, but that just wasn't right. Having dated the man for five years, you'd come to realize that he wasn't prickly and cold but rather eager to show how much he cared about people close to him.

     He wasn't too forward about that either, but you knew what he was trying to do.

     Curled up into his side on the couch, you're partly thankful your heater was all the way in storage and the two of you were too lazy to fish it out. Osamu's body heat was much nicer to be curled up against, and his relaxed breathing soothed you; it made you feel sleepy.

     "You're gonna miss the best part if you fall asleep," he looked down at you and squeezed your shoulder before motioning to the romcom movie.

"I'm not sleeping. I'm just...relaxing."

     He was not convinced but hummed and settled back on the movie. You'd chosen it, of course, the cheesy plots and stereotypical tropes always made your heart melt because they were just so cute but poorly done—something about things not being absolutely perfect made your heart do flips.

     Like 'Samu. He wasn't perfect, but you adored him. He had trouble expressing his emotions when problems were occurring, that always led to a lot of back and forth silence until one of you broke. It was annoying, you hated it when you could tell something was wrong and he wouldn't spit it out. It clashed with your need to problem solve and get to the bottom of the issue at that exact moment.

     He wasn't all bad, though. He was good with romantic gestures! Making lunch was his favorite if you recalled correctly. It must be an instinctual thing, wanting to provide for the one you love. That fact just made your heart pound more at the thought of it. He was also incredibly dazzling. During his volleyball era, you were obsessed with the way sweat rolled down his jawline, and how he'd look at you in the stands with a ferocity that made your knees completely weak. Sometimes, he'd come to your bedroom and completely envelop you with his mouth, lingering touches, and soft-spoken words. Other times, he pushed your face into the bedsheets and shuddered from how hard he came while you pathetically clenched around him. The mere thought of the various ways he could and would use you made your thighs clench as you looked up at him.

     His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, and you admired the creamy skin tone on his neck that was begging to be littered with bruises. His eyes caught yours and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. You'd been caught.

     "Got something on your mind, doll?"

     Your face grows hot as you scrunch your face up and turn away from the knowing gaze, "nothing you need to know."

     "Yeah? Well, it's your movie night, and you're not even paying attention. Don't be mad when you don't like the movie I pick next time."

     He adjusts his seated position to pull you into his lap, large hands glide gracefully to your waist, and fingertips dip just under your pajama shorts. He's close, too close. His eyes are hooded as he looks at you expectantly.

"I don't know what you want from me! Now you're distracting me from the movie."

     "We can catch up on it later."

     His lips capture yours in a kiss, and you're weakened. He always knows how to have you where he wanted you. Strawberry chapstick, he's conscious of having soft lips. Mainly because Atsumu made fun of him for having dry lips so he continually puts it on. You don't mind too much; it tastes good and feels nice on your skin.

     He pulls away with a final tug to your bottom lip before giving you a small smile.

     "You look pretty tonight."

"Thank you."

     Diving back to your neck this time, he latches onto the left side of your neck and peppers kisses on the area. He takes his time, methodical and careful. It's nice, but it has you rolling your hips against his to feel just a bit of friction. You manage to wiggle against the tent in his sweatpants only twice until he bites down and sucks a bruise into your neck.

"'Samu!"

     "Stop trying to rush me, I'll give you all you want and more."

     Soothing the ache on your neck with a gentle kiss, he lifts your sweatshirt up to your collarbone and grins. He looks so stupid and boyish, you can't even believe that you're already ruining your underwear when he tugs your left nipple into his mouth and sucks.

     Keening, you immediately try to arch away, but he's faster and stronger. Peering up at you with those sinful eyes, he holds you in place. Your breath is starting to come out in short bursts, and you can feel him smiling as he kisses and marks up the valley between your breasts.

     "Let me eat you out. Lie back."

"Huh?"

     He flicks your nipple to hear the yelp come out of you. Immediately, you glare at him.

"That's not funny."

     "You like it when I'm mean to you. I'll stop, but just because I wanna see you cry under me."

     Molten lava swirls in your gut as you shift off of him and lie back on the expanse of the couch. Your underwear is sticky and now that you think about it, creaming on his tongue and fingers was not a bad way to get what you wanted. Though, you'd always prefer him fucking into your pussy with the appetite of a starved man, the fullness of his cock overtaking you and your brain turning to mush till all you could cry out was, "'Samu...Please, it's too much…!"

     He pushes you up so your head is supported by the armrest while focusing on your lower half. His eyes greedily take in the pose you're in before untying your shorts and shimmying them down your ass, tapping your thigh to lift as needed.

     "Oh? For me? I'll be sure to enjoy it."

     You feel exposed when he pulls your panties taut against your lips, the visible dark patch giving him an ego boost.

"Just get to it!" you huff and look down at him, impatient as ever.

     "Why are you so bratty?" you make eye contact with him and tremble under his dark gaze, "I told you I would take care of you, didn't I? You're not acting very gracious right now."

     You open your mouth to protest but cross your arms and glare up at the ceiling. Maybe you were being a bit bratty today...It was fun, though. You liked the way he looked at you and treated you.

     Your panties were taken off slowly and dangled on your foot; you'd begun to sweat by now. He was just staring at your cunt, not moving. You went to close your legs, but the sudden harsh suck against your clit made you jolt and grip his hair. Your legs naturally went to close, but he held them open effortlessly. He flattened his tongue and licked from your soaked opening to your clit again before pulling back.

     "Are you going to apologize?"

     He let his fingers form a peace sign before gliding between your wet lips, purposefully avoiding your clit.

"...'M sorry, Osamu. I'll stop being a brat. I love you."

     "I love you too, sweet girl."

     His head that rested on your thigh gave butterfly kisses to your it while his thumb rubbed a hard circle to your clit. Then, he did it once more as he sucked a hickey to the inside of your thigh.

     The pressure against your clit versus the softness of his kisses made your head spin. You rocked your hips up to catch more of his love and groaned at his ministrations. You looked down at him and bit your lip when you saw his eyes looking straight at you already. He smiled, and you watched in near admiration as he ground his tongue into your core and let a finger dip into your already soaked hole. 

"I need...I want you to…"

     "I know."

     Your voice, honeyed and needy, wailed as he gently crooked his finger up, lightly grazing the sensitive flesh while he worked the outside of your cunt in such a way that only your lover could. He murmured something incoherent against your flesh before letting two fingers delve inside you, a cry being torn from your throat as you shifted your hips to feel more of him inside you. You wanted him and only him.

     You were absolutely soaking his fingers as he let them glide in and out of you, soft groans falling from his lips as he watched you take him in. Your hand twitched, and he used his free one to interlace your fingers;smoothly working you to the point of release. The tight coiling in your loins let you know that you were so close. Osamu watched your free hand rise to toy with the pebbled buds of your breasts.

     You were panting now, your breath coming out fast as incoherent moans and cries spilled out from your lips. 

"Osamu! Please let me cum, I wanna…"

     He laughed lightly as the fog that clearly withheld all coherent sentences clouded over. He worked his fingers faster, the sloppy noise of him fucking your pussy being raunchier than any porn you two had ever watched.

     Pulling his fingers out, you cried and squeezed his hand. Though, he was not one to disappoint as he buried his face into your cunt and wormed his tongue through your folds to circle your sopping wet entrance. His fingers gripped your thighs so hard you could nearly feel the bruises appearing as he tongue-fucked you to your release. The wet gummy intrusion sent you spiraling as his nose bumped against your clit. Of course, the coil snapped, and you soaked his tongue as you came.

"Hah...oh god! 'S-Samu!!"

     He let his tongue lap up your essence while you spasmed around him. You rode his face to completion and sobbed from pleasure; he simply guided you till your thighs shut around his head, and you began to tilt your hips away from his mouth.

     Of course, cumming around his cock would've been ideal, but this was the next best thing. Your thighs released his head, and when he came up for air, you throbbed at his glistening chin. He smirked at you and licked his lips before butterfly kissing your-in his words-pretty pretty pussy.

     You lie on the couch boneless, convinced you'll have to get it steam cleaned as there was no way it wasn't wrecked with your cum.

"You shouldn't be allowed to be that good at that."

     "What? Eating your pussy? Well, eating is my favorite thing to do."

"'Samu! Don't be gross!"

     He sat back on his haunches and tilted his head.

     "I was just trying to thank you for the meal."

[thotsforvillainrights]

If it ok can I have chrono x reader rough smut Reader teases chrono the whole time while they work,while on their lunch break chrono takes reader To one of the empty rooms and show her why she shouldn’t tease him while he works .😉😉❤️

(As usual, the reader will be neutral so all the Kurono fans can insert themselves!)

~Retribution~

-Hari Kurono Smut-

Retribution- punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act.

Things were slowing down at the base where you shared employment with your boyfriend Hari. Today everyone seemed to be working at their own pace, and Overhaul even seemed to be in a relatively good mood as well. However, just because things were chill it didn’t mean they were exactly ‘fun’ to be exact. With the relaxed and slow atmosphere, bordem was rearing it’s ugly head. With the bordem rolling in, you realized you still had so many hours of work left on the clock. The good thing to anticipate was your lunch break at least. Lucky for you, Overhaul had permitted that you and Hari take the breaks together in exchange for not letting your romance get in the way of work. Still, you had only so long to go before you could converse with your love. 

As the clock ticked away and you shuffled through the files in the base, you began to let your mind wander to Hari. Usually you tried not to think of him while working because you could become distracted easily, but it was getting a little closer to break time so you let yourself relax as well. Your thoughts wandered to last night...more particularly upon the shower you two shared last night. You fully intended to make more out of it but you realized Hari wasn’t on the same page as you last night. He was so worn out from running errands all day and he just wanted to unwind with you in the shower. As soon as you two got out of the bathroom, he fell right asleep moments later. He was so tired that he slept in the nude with the towel still wrapped around his waist. You didn’t have it in you to wake him up after seeing how tired he was, so you let him get his rest last night. While he was sleeping, you were tossing and turning, trying to keep your hands off of him. After all...

There was nothing more tempting than a naked Hari right next to you. It didn’t help when his morning ‘surprise’ was on full display earlier today. You let out a breathy sigh and shoved the last folder into it’s drawer before peeking up at the clock on the wall. “Oh thank God.” You smiled when you realized lunch was getting closer. Most of the files you were organizing where done with, and now you got to progress to cleaning/sanitizing the base. While you worked, Hari passed by once. He was trailing in a line behind Overhaul, Mimic, and Tengai. Usually you two avoided each other, but this time he stuck behind for a second while the others kept moving forward. He smiled at you, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and rushed to catch back up to the others. Moments later, your phone buzzed and you received a text from him. 

-Just something to get you through the day :)

You smiled at the message sweetly before suddenly the tone changed. Mischief set in and you just had to do something to knock off the steam from the night before. Maybe if you teased him a bit, he’d let loose on you when you two got home tonight? You smirked and looked around before sneaking off to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, you locked the door behind you and slipped your pants off to snap a pic or two of your most ‘private’ areas. Then you sent them to Hari and attached a message on the side that said “Just something to get you through the day ;)” You hadn’t even left the bathroom before your phone buzzed in your hand. 

-You’re playing with fire little girl/boy/baby. Keep messing around and I swear you’ll learn your place. 

You didn’t take the threat to heart. In fact, it was what you anticipated from him. You caught him, and now he’s wrapped around your finger. You smirked, sent another suggestive text, and left the bathroom before putting you phone on silent. This was sure to get him stirred up! Along the way towards the supply room #8, you spotted Hari pulling something from the ground up. Overhaul was turned away, speaking with Hojo about some issues. You snuck up behind Hari, licked the shell of his ear and blew a gentle breath. From the back, you could easily see the way his face began to grow into a blush. For him, any and ALL ear work was enough to fire him up. It was his weak point. “What the hell are you doing?!” He whisper yelled at you. You simply smirked and shrugged innocently. “Working.” You winked before fluttering off in the opposite direction, quickly enough so that Overhaul wouldn’t have noticed you when he turned around. Halfway through cleaning, you decided to take your phone off silent mode, and read the messages that Hari sent and boooooy was he fuming. It was all according to your plan of course. You fully anticipated to be ran into the mattress later tonight, but Hari had different plans for you. As soon as the clock landed on the time for your break, you went to find him leaning against the wall and waiting for you. You hadn’t even had time to ask him what he wanted to get delivered before he was pushing and shoving you into the nearest abandoned room. He locked the door behind him and turned to give you that cold stare that he was so good at doing. “So you think this is some sort of game, eh?” He smirked darkly at you, slowly stepping forward and pushing you back at the same time. Your back reached the wall on the other side of the small room in no time. He pressed himself up against you and moved to lock you into place on either side of his arms. “H-Hari, what about lu-lunch? Aren’t you hung-g-gry?” You asked him nervously, ignoring the heat rising in your loins. “Oh lunch huh? Actually I was just planning on having you instead.” He halfway joked before dropping to his knees and unbuttoning your pants. He had to work fast since you only had a little bit of time to do this. Granted he could’ve waited until later tonight when you both got off, but Hari was ready to go right now. He clearly displayed that same enthusiasm by the way his mouth worked on you. It was tough getting hot and heavy in the base because the walls were thin. At any moment, someone could pass by and hear the noises you were making. As a countermeasure, you bit your hand to muffle the sounds. 

Hari took this as a challenge.

He began to maneuver his tongue in such a way that he jerked the first orgasm out of you faster than  you could have ever imagined. You couldn’t move due to the fact he had his free hand gripping your nipple, threatening to pinch it tightly if you stepped out of line. The other hand gripped your hips so tightly that he was sure to leave a mark after you were done. On top of that, he kept working you through your orgasm up until you were sensitive. Over-stimulation was his clear goal...an obvious punishment he laid on the table. “Please Hari, just get it over with.” You begged him in a silent voice, squirming to try and get him off of you. He growled lowly and gave your side a tight squeeze while pinching your nipple as a threat. “You better be patient with me, darling. I do mean that.” You whined when he moved his hand from your hip and began touching you slowly. “Teasing me at work and not expecting me to do a single thing about it? Honestly that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of. You know what though?” He teased you with his tone of voice, picking up his speed in ministrations and driving you crazy. “You’ll get just what you deserve for teasing me like this. A little retribution sex never hurt anybody.” As soon as he said that, he applied just the right amount of pressure to leave you a sweaty mess as you came once again under his touch. “Already? I haven’t even gotten inside of you yet.” He sighed in false disappointment before pulling away from you. You sighed in relief, stumbling to the side for a bit as your legs tried to stabilize after the orgasms he granted you. “What are you doing?” You asked him breathlessly as he walked toward the doorway. He turned to you and smirked. “I’m getting back to work. Lunch is over and besides...

That was just a little something to get you through the day. See ya when we get off later on. Then I’ll finish your punishment.” He winked and headed out the door, leaving you a wobbly mess while you leaned against the wall. 

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Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary: George finally tastes a bit of his own medicine ━  a sequel to ‘Good Girl’; if you still haven’t read it, I highly recommend you doing it so, because it’ll make so much more sense! (PART 1! + PART 3!)

Word Count: 2,5k (I know this got a little bit long, but take it as a ‘thank you’ present!)

Warnings: smut! Oral sex (male receiving), masturbation (male receiving), dirty talk, edging, cum play, daddy kink, degratation kink.

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A/N: the amount of support I got from ‘Good Girl’ was insane, you guys! I could never express how grateful I truly am for each and every one of you. Thank you for all the likes, the reblogs, the messages. I hope you enjoy this sequel as much as you enjoyed the first part. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention!  ♡

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You had grown a bit tired of it. Enough was enough. It was not like you were unhappy with it; most times, you actually enjoyed it enormously. But now, every single time was the same.

It was high time you dominated George Weasley.

The sensations you felt that night still lurked in your body. Images of his big hands lashing out onto your skin still burned in the back of your mind. The warmth of his saliva on your tongue could still be felt whenever you pressed it against the roof of your mouth. Your legs still trembled slightly when you thought of the overstimulation he put you through after he had fucked your face mercilessly.

That night had been the first of many. Before it, you had never had any complaints about your sex life with your boyfriend. He had always shown himself as a caring and thoughtful partner. But you had been relentlessly suspicious of something within him fighting to make its way to the light.

George’s façade concealed how ravenous he truly was in bed.

And his dominating ways had awoken something in you.

You caught yourself wondering during lunch breaks whether you could make him come undone only with your hands. You visited muggle sex shops after work frequently. You spent long, extra minutes in the shower, pleasuring yourself over the thought of degrading him, exactly like he had done to you so many times before.

All you needed was an opportunity, since you already felt confident enough to try a few things on him. All you needed was an opportunity. And, apparently, all the planets aligned on a Saturday night to lend you a helping hand with that.

As usual, he had decided to work on a few things for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in the comfort of his flat, where you tended to spend your weekends at. Midnight was slowly approaching, but he was still going over some numbers and projects he had planned with Fred.

You found him in the kitchen, leaning towards the small squared table. He was still in his uniform, and numerous parchments were spread across the place he was working at. One of his hands supported his chin while the other was used to fiercely scribble new considerations about previously discussed topics.

It was funny how he could turn you on doing the most ridiculous things, such as working. George was a very intelligent man, and whenever he poured his brain out into something, you could feel your knees buckling. The way he would share his and Fred’s projects with you without exception was quite cute, too.

But tonight was not about being cute. Tonight was about torturing him and making him beg.

“It’s late. Almost midnight. Let’s go to bed.” Your voice brought him back to reality, and he offered you a weary smile. In your eyes, the way he threw himself into his passions was beautiful; but, once again, you found yourself secretly desiring to help him relieve all of the stress that existed in his body.

“I’m not tired.” He said in a low voice. “And if I don’t have this ready by tomorrow, Fred is gonna kill me.” As he chuckled, he shook his head to himself.

“Well, he’s not anywhere to be seen here, is he?” You raised your eyebrows playfully. A big difference between the twins was that Fred knew how to disconnect from work when their shift was over. But George was different. He used to go for that extra mile quite often. And to you, that was beautiful, too.  “And I know you’re tired. You know I know you like the back of my hand, right?”

You both stared at each other for a little while in silence before laughing softly. He gave up on pretending he was not tired, because deep down inside he knew you were right, and let his body to sink into the chair. His slender fingers loosened his dark amber tie, and your heart instantly skipped a beat.

“If you don’t want to go to bed, just let me do something for you, then.” You suddenly spat out, unable to control your excitement. The universe was right there, offering you a chance to do what you had been dreaming of for a few weeks. “Please.”

“Damn, princess. You know I go crazy when you beg for something.”

Your teeth were pressed gently onto your lower lip right after you whispered a second plead, and your eyes gained a new devious sparkle to them. The heat between you two was soon to elevate, just like that first night.

George spread his legs a bit and patted his muscular thighs, wordlessly telling you to sit on his lap, which you eagerly complied. You wasted no time in settling your body onto his, and pecking his thin lips once.

You reached out for both of his hands, and you swallowed hard at how big they looked when compared to yours, arousal starting to build up in your loins.

Looking intensely at his eyes, you placed one of his hands around your neck. He was fast to give your skin a delicate squeeze but, somehow, you craved for more. So you took his other hand to your lips.

They wrapped around two of his fingers, and your tongue ran over his skin. His exhaustion made his body more sensible than it usually was, and you felt pleased with yourself as soon as he threw his head back. Husky groans began to leave his lips when you started sucking on his fingers hungrily. You hollowed your cheeks, already moving your head up and down and rocking your hips against his body.

You could feel he was about to switch from groans to real moans, but things could not be that easy for him. You pulled his hand away from his mouth, a string of your saliva still connecting him to you. He sighed heavily due to the frustration that now took over his body.

“You are such a little whore.” He was panting slightly as his eyes fell upon you once again, and there was a light flush on his skin. “Daddy needs to teach you a lesson. Good girls always finish what they started. Open your mouth.”

“No.”

A flash of disbelief splashed across his face and it was almost as if the world had stopped for one or two seconds. He was unsure whether he heard you correctly.

His hands got a grip on your hips, his fingers pressing down onto the soft skin hard enough to leave some bruises there. “I said ‘open your mouth’, princess.”

“And I said ‘no’, Daddy.” A smirk appeared on your lips, adrenaline rushing through your veins faster than blood itself. You tilted your head to the side, and used your fingers to play with his tie and the collar of his shirt. “I’m not taking any orders tonight, Daddy. I’m calling the shots, for a change.”

After that, it did not take long until he was completely undressed in front of you, his hands tied to the back of the chair with his own tie, and his hard cock sprung free, laid on his stomach.

You had barely started teasing him, but he was already whimpering for some mercy. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed, and he felt like bursting into tears any moment now.

It was fun to be dominated instead of dominating, but it was something he was not used to. He did not know how to control his own instincts that well, and he was suffering. His desire was to cum all over your hands, but you said he could only do that when you allowed him to. Painting your entire body with his own seed was something he loved doing, but being unable to do it whenever he wanted to was causing tiny excruciating  fireworks to explode inside his chest.

Your lips brushed against his left thigh, pampering the freckle-stained area with soft and small kisses. You eyed him while making your way up through his body, your mouth soon reaching his crotch for the first time that night.

He felt the warmth of your lips touching his cock ever so slightly, and returned to whimpering. A delicious wave of desire crashed within your body when you tasted the precum that leaked from his tip. However, you allowed your mouth to be restrained to that area only.

George attempted to buck his hips up to thrust into your mouth, but you immediately leaned back. “Now, don’t be a bad boy, Daddy.” The tip of his cock received a new substitute for pleasure without warning: your fingers.

Loud cries echoed in the kitchen as you ran your fingertips gently over his reddened tip. You were deeply mesmerized by his reactions, yet you wanted more.

“Would you like me to suck your dick, Daddy?” You purred, your voice dripping in lust and excitement over your recently discovered dominance. He nodded vehemently. “Would you like to feel my wet and warm tongue running up and down your shaft?”

Those filthy words were leaving your lips easily, and your nails were scratching his skin lightly. “Can you imagine receiving a sloppy blowjob, Daddy? Tears running down my face as your thick dick hits the back of my throat.” You wrapped your hand around him, and pumped him up and down a few times, your pace being terribly slow.

“My saliva getting mixed with your juices and, then, escaping my lips and dripping down my tits.” Your hand moved in a faster pace, but it was not fast enough for him. His chest started rising and falling, pleasure erupting in his body. “And, finally, your hot seed exploding in my mouth. Can you imagine that, Daddy?”

A giggle slipped out of your lips and went straight to his core. His cock twitched in your hand, and you pretended to be surprised. “Oh! You like that, Daddy?” Up until that moment, you had been enchanted by the sight of his tip disappearing and reappearing in your hands. But you finally looked up at him, and you swore you were in heaven.

George had his eyes closed, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. He was tirelessly trying to free his own hands. Even though his lips were apart and trying to say something, nothing was coming out of them.

“You know how much I love to have you in my mouth. You fill me up so well, Daddy! You are so thick, so big, and so veiny.” A little peck was laid on his tip, and his muscles tensed up as he tried again to be freed from the restrains on his wrists.

You finally put an end to his suffering and took all of him at once, his cock indeed hitting the back of your throat. You gagged and tears welled up to your eyes, but you persisted. Pushing your head even further down, you heard him moaning your name.

He was in sheer ecstasy. You carried on sucking him hungrily, and his needy whimpers did not cease. There was something about the way your bodies connected: he fit perfectly into your mouth, and he felt your touch could work wonders on him. Among so many lustful feelings and thoughts, he realized he was hopelessly in love with you.

“I-I’m close, princess.” His back arched a bit, and he groaned loudly. “Don’t stop.”

But you did. You stopped without thinking twice. And he cried out loud, frustration coloring his veins again. George tried to form coherent sentences to express his discontent, but it was difficult to think straight.

“You’re pathetic, Daddy. What do you think people would say if they saw you like that?” His thighs were splattered with delicate kisses like before. His breath was uneven, and he cleared his throat. Your words resonated through your surroundings, but he did not feel embarrassed at all. In fact, he was enjoying this far more than he expected.

“I reckon you are a whore. My whore, Daddy.”

Your fingers danced against his wet tip repeatedly while your other hand gently cupped his balls. His legs trembled violently due to the extra pressure you put onto his sensible tip. He warned you he was close to releasing one more time, but you stopped your movements again.

Your boyfriend mewled shamelessly, sounding like a desperate kitten. It was the second time you were edging him after a long session of teasing, and you could tell he was aching. The veins in his cock were prominent, and his tip was now taken by a dark reddish shade.

“All you have to do is beg, Daddy. I know you can do it.”

“P-Please, princess. Let me cum. I don’t know if I can take it anymore.” The tiredness he had endured all this time became evident on his voice, and you almost felt sorry for him.

He was a hot mess. Sweat dripped from his face, strength no longer existed within him to fight against the wrists restrains, and agony was the only visible feeling on his handsome face.

With a fond smile on your lips, you ordered him to cum for his princess as you pumped his cock in your hands for the last time. When he warned you about his release being close, you let go of his big shaft and watched it as it landed on his stomach.

You whispered dirty nothings as your hands ran up and down his body, and it did not take long for him to feel his orgasm being expelled from his tip. Thick strings of his seed covered the skin on his own stomach.

That was a sight to be proud of.

You moved your body closer to his, at last removing your knees from the cold kitchen floor. Trying to soothe him a bit more, you used your hands to caress the sides of his body that still trembled slightly. Without warning, your tongue collected all of his cum into your mouth. He felt your tongue running up and down, side to side, over his abs, and his torso jolted in overstimulation.

His taste was amazing to you, and you felt incredibly close to him by doing that. You, then, realized you were hopelessly in love with him as well.

With a tad of effort, you finally stood up properly. Your intimate moment had taken its toll on you, too. Knees were sore, legs were weak, and throat was slightly sore.

You leaned down towards his face, and his eyes confessed he could not take any more bit of teasing. Your thumbs stroked his cheek bones, signaling it was really over now. But you still squished his cheeks gently, and his lips opened only for you.

His own cum was soon deposited in his mouth, and he moaned at the new sensation. You brushed your tongue against his lips and, once you were free to talk again, you did. Your voice came out like a hoarse murmur, but George thought it was incredibly sensual.

“Can you swallow it, Daddy?” Your fingers continued on caressing his skin and he nodded weakly, your eyes watching him swallow his own release. “You’re such a good boy.”

“I’m going to fucking destroy you next time, princess.”

“Bring it on, Daddy.”

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A/N: Request from anon. I received this prompt during Christmas season and decided to keep it. I had so much fun writing it, so… enjoy, my lovelies! ;-)

Words: 3406 Warnings: shameless smut

Tony was grumpy, to say the least. It was Valentine’s Day and with his fiancé Pepper Potts miles away on a different continent to do press work for him, there was no one around to spoil with expensive jewellery, thousands of roses and countless boxes of chocolate. And whenever Tony was grumpy, someone else would suffer for it.

Usually, it was his snarky comments that put the rest of the Avengers in a bad mood as well, be it during meetings or shared meals. This time, however, the billionaire was a ticking time bomb. You all knew that staying away from him and letting him noodle around in his lab until he had cooled off again was the best thing to do—provoking him any further never went well.

Unfortunately though, Loki did not know that—or much rather, he did not want to believe it. He was a god, after all. Tony Stark was by no means entitled to intimidate or threaten him with his stupid remarks.

Tony and Natasha were in the vast living area in the Avengers compound, about to pour themselves a drink when Loki entered, seemingly displeased that he would not have the black leather couch to himself to read in peace.

Stark was still cross with him, of course, and Thor was no help. Apart from you, he was about the only one who treated the God of Mischief nicely, more or less.

It was thus no surprise he heard the two of them whispering together when he approached, glaring them both down with slight annoyance. Not soon after, they were joined by Clint and Thor.

“There you are! I was about to drink the whole bottle myself… again.” Tony announced with a shrug.

Loki rolled his eyes. He should have stayed in his bedroom.

“Brother, why don’t you have a drink with us? It’s Valentine’s Day!” Stark flinched when he mentioned the holiday, eyeing something in his hand which Loki could not see from the corner of his eye. The God of Thunder was playing right into Tony’s cards. It was about time somebody pranked Loki in return for all the mischief he had caused around the compound already—besides, he didn’t exactly like the Trickster.

Meanwhile, Loki sighed. Alcohol… well, it did do its job and helped numbing his stupid anxiety for a while. There was no reason to decline. He could always come back for more at night when the others were sleeping.

Quickly, he nodded in approval and watched Tony fill five glasses with his most expensive whiskey and add two ice cubes each. What he did not see, however, was that the last one, however, he spiked with a liquid blue substance. A few drops usually sufficed for a man to get him to perform more reliably, with Loki, however, he wasn’t quite sure. He was a god, after all—not from this world. So, without thinking, he poured the entire contents of the small glass bottle into his drink.

“Bottom’s up, Reindeer Games!” He yelled, fighting back a wicked smirk as he handed out the drinks and made sure that Loki received the one he had spiked with liquid Viagra. Oh, this was going to be so much fun, even if he wouldn’t witness himself the agony Loki would be going through in but a few hours.

He almost choked on his drink when the God of Mischief downed the whiskey in one go without clinking his glass with the others, then rolled his eyes once more and left. He really couldn’t wait to see how groggy, spent and utterly unsatisfied Loki would be tomorrow morning. He should tell FRIDAY to get the cameras ready.

Loki gasped, shifting uncomfortably on his bed. He had been reading the same chapter over and over for the past hour and had still not picked up its content. Something was horribly off. He felt like he was on fire, burning from the inside out and the heat, consuming and demanding, crept right towards his crotch.

His manhood twitched, hungry for attention and satisfaction as he felt himself growing so incredibly hard his loins were aching by the time he stood from the bed, moaning to himself. Granted, it had been a while since he had attended to his sexual needs but why did his Jötun body decide now, for Heaven’s sake, to ask for such carnal relief? Now that there was no royal concubine near that he could lure into his chambers for pleasure?

Gasping once more, he gave his cock a gentle squeeze, learning fairly quickly that whatever he was experiencing was most certainly not a normal erection. Much rather it felt like his arousal had been forced on him, like his own body had turned against him, manipulated by… Stark.

Loki tensed up. He must have put something in his drink. Cursing in Old Norse, he flung his book onto the bed and groaned. He should have known better. His malicious smile had been treacherous and he, for once, had been too naïve to act on it. What harm could an arrogant mortal being do to a god of royal blood, after all? He would have his revenge but for now, in his current state—a large bulge lurking in his leather trousers—there was no way he would let any of the Avengers catch sight of him.

He was unfamiliar with whatever Stark had spiked his drink with, his seidr was therefore rather useless until he could identify what had poisoned his body and whether it was permanent. Something told him, however, that if he simply jerked off and brought himself relief with his hand, his problem would not be solved.

Loki hated to admit it but he needed help—and there was only one person in the compound in line for the task.

You frowned when somebody knocked on your door. If this was Clint or Natasha asking you to get ready for another mission, you would positively throw the lamp on your nightstand at them. It was Valentine’s Day and you had all right to pout in bed, eat popcorn and chocolate and watch cheesy movies all day long.

You certainly didn’t expect Loki of all people to spoil your plans though. You got along fairly well, had shared quite a few late night conversations about life, his past and your future, yet most of the time the God of Mischief behaved rather restrained and never initiated any kind of socialism.

His jaw was working fiercely as he looked down at you with a dark glare. You smelled trouble.

“I need your help.”

Raising an eyebrow, you felt the corners of your mouth twitch. “Yes, I am fine, Loki, thank you for asking. Don’t worry, I wasn’t busy at all.” You said sarcastically.

The God of Mischief only rolled his eyes before he entered your bedroom and shut the door behind him so forcefully you flinched, sending a wave of worry through your body.

“Okay, what happened?” You continued a little softer. “Are you alright?”

“Clearly I am not.” He snapped back, pointing at his crotch. When you looked down, your eyes widened. Jesus Christ, he was hard. For a moment, you were utterly confused. Obviously, Loki was aroused, you just could not figure out why he would ask you for help.

“Um…”

“Stark spiked my drink,” he explained to enlighten you. “He put something in it and now…” Helplessly, he lifted his hands and dropped them again.

Oh. Holy shit… it didn’t take you long to put one and one together. The only logical explanation was that Stark had secretly poured liquid Viagra into Loki’s whiskey and he was now desperately dealing with the consequences. What you still couldn’t understand, however, was why he would march into your room with a giant bulge in his trousers.

The urge to burst out laughing grew with every second you looked at his pained expression. Being this hard without any form of relief working him towards orgasm felt unpleasant to say the least, yet the irony of the situation was hilarious. Loki, the God of Mischief, tricked into taking Viagra by Tony Stark.

“You’re a healer, do something about this… condition of mine.”

“Doctor. We call them doctors here on Earth and I am not. I mean, not yet. I had to pause my studies to help save the world, remember?”

“Whatever,” Loki hissed. “I need your help.”

Sighing, you gulped to stop yourself from grinning, attempting to remain serious.

“Okay, so it appears Tony has… spiked your drink with Viagra, also known as sildenafil citrate. It’s a very common pharmaceutical used to treat erectile dysfunction. That’s why it does what it… well, does.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at you, shock written all over his face. “Well, how do I stop it?”

“Um… you can’t, really. All we can do is wait for it to go away. Viagra is not harmful to your body, not if dosed correctly. I can imagine Tony exaggerated but your anatomy is much different from ours. I’m sure you will be fine.”

“How long does it last?” Loki asked with a dark voice.

“It can last up to five hours. If I am correct and Tony overdosed…” Then he might even stay hard after experiencing an orgasm. Why on Earth did the thought of this get you all hot and bothered? You had to admit it was rather sexy and arousing to see the God of Mischief stand before you with an impressive erection, desperate for someone to help him to some relief.

“I am not going to put up with this agony for five hours. There has to be something you can do about it.”

“Nothing that I know of, Loki.” At least, nothing that would be ethically and morally correct for a prospective doctor. But the excited glistening in your eyes gave you away. Loki took a step closer. You had a feeling he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“You are a doctor, no?”

“Prospective d-doctor…”

“So I hereby ask for a treatment. Have you not sworn to help people out of their predicaments when you committed yourself to your medical studies?”

Swallowing thickly, you noticed your heartbeat speeding up.

“Y-yes but—“

“So help me then.” His voice was hoarse and devastated when he spoke, his body so close to yours you could feel his cool breath on your lips. You could tell his desire for pleasure was growing—and even though you were not opposed by the idea of him freeing his hard member from those tight leather trousers and stroke himself before your eyes, eventually, you agreed.

“Fine. Let me… take a look.”

Pleased with your answer, Loki nodded. It seemed like time was passing in slow motion when he undid the buttons of his trousers and pulled out his aching cock. It twitched under your scrutinising gaze, sending waves of heat and wetness straight to your own private body parts.

Stop. You had to remain professional. Clearing your throat, you knelt down in front of him, placing your palms on his strong thighs for support. Tony had definitely exaggerated with the dose. You could tell that Loki was in pain and while you did not understand why he didn’t just jerk off in his own bedroom to take away at least some of the pressure in his sack, the desire to touch him grew with every passing second.

So you simply did. What was there to deny? You wanted him. Gently at first, you let the tips of your fingers slide over his warm shaft, feeling the velvety skin and tracing the bluish vein until Loki involuntarily bucked his hips to meet your touch.

There was a tempting drop of precum glistening at the tip, inviting you to lick it off and suck him into your mouth. In fact… in fact you might actually be able to help him, screw a doctor’s principals and morals.

Licking your lips in joyful anticipation, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around his cock, your tongue teasing his slit. A moan escaped your lips when you tasted his hard flesh.

“What… in Valhalla… are you doing?” He panted, eyes widened with shock.

With a silent smack, you withdrew, gazing up at him with innocent eyes. You understood the irony of the situation, of course. He had wanted mortals to kneel before him—and now you did, worshipping his cock because you were greedy and perhaps even delusional.

“I am helping you…” You choked out only a moment before you busied yourself with his aching length once more, licking over it with relish and causing him to grunt and throw his head back in pure bliss.

Now this was certainly an interesting turn of events but who were you to judge? This was so much better than watching cheesy movies and eating heart-shaped chocolate.

Soon, you were bopping your head in frenzy, taking in as much of him as you could while your hands attended to his balls to caress them gently, your other hand taking care of what your throat wouldn’t cover. Saliva was dripping down your chin, your delicious moans only fuelling his arousal as the sweet sounds echoed through the room and the vibrations teased his cock even further.

His weak attempt not to thrust wildly into your lovely mouth failed rapidly, hips bucking uncontrollably in a steady but frantic rhythm all the while his hands came up to hold your head in place for his pleasure.

“Norns, I am going to…” His last words were interrupted by an animalistic growl as he came, spilling his seed down your throat. Eagerly, you swallowed all he gave you, suckling on the tip until he was completely empty.

Several seconds passed after you had released him, your lips swollen and pink. Licking over them to devour the remnants of his seed, you only noticed when you shifted on the floor that you had soaked your panties.

Loki looked you directly in the eye. He was hungry. Hungry for more.

“Get on the bed,” he growled darkly, blue eyes fixed on you like a predator. He was still hard. How much Viagra had Tony given him? Usually, an erection disappeared again after climax—very apparently, however, like you had even suspected, this did not seem to be the case for Loki.

Swallowing hard, you remembered your own words. Up to five hours…

Actually, you had no idea what made you obey him. Was it his commanding tone, the stern and aroused expression on his face or your own need for relief and pleasure? In the end, it didn’t matter, not really.

You squeaked when Loki climbed on top of you so fast you had barely time to blink. Greedily, he began to tug at your clothes, staring at them as if there were made of living insects. Clearly, they were in the way. So they had to go.

Without much effort, the God of Mischief simply ripped the fabric off your body, making you whine in response. Those were your favourite pyjamas. Right now, however, you couldn’t care less. Much more important was the outrageously handsome god hovering above you like a hungry wolf, ready to devour its prey—and that he did.

His blue eyes roamed over your now naked body hungrily, devouring each and every curve with his gaze. One of his large hands came up to fondle your breasts, exploring your mounts passionately all the while his other hand travelled down over your stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps to sneak between your legs.

You whimpered when Loki’s fingers parted your heated flesh and gave your clit a teasing stroke before wandering down to your slit to make sure you were wet enough for his intrusion. Oh and you were positively dripping for him.

The God of Mischief smirked as he withdrew his hand. Effortlessly, he snatched your wrists and pinned them down above your head all the while forcing himself between your legs, his hard cock grazing your folds. With but one firm thrust, he buried himself inside you to the hilt, moaning out loud in the process.

You could only gasp in response. Obviously, with his girth and length, you had not expected any man to be a patch on him, yet when he filled you so fully, deliciously… you felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you arched your back, urging him on to fuck you. And with the amount of Viagra cursing through his body… who was he to deny you anyway?

Loki chuckled hoarsely, making you shiver in joyful anticipation. Picking up a quick pace, he began to ram his hard meat into you, over and over until you were ready to burst from all the pleasure. Oh damn… he had officially ruined you for any other man to come after him.

With every single thrust, Loki appeared to hit all of your hidden pleasure spots—pleasure spots you didn’t even know existed. And now, they carried you right towards an earth-shattering orgasm that threatened to take away all of your senses.

Rutting into you relentlessly, he lowered his head to wrap his lips around one of your hardened nipples, nibbling and sucking on them until his name burst from your own lips like a prayer. Your hips came up to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to go even deeper and faster which he happily obliged.

“You… need… to… cum… for… me.” He panted. “Now… Norns… CUM, NOW!”

You felt your walls contracting around him the moment he shot ropes of his seed inside of you, coating the inside of your pussy with his essence. Your orgasm rippled through you like liquid fire, pumping pleasure through your body so intensely you desperately gasped for air. You could feel Loki twitch and pulse inside of you as he released himself, his cum seeping out of you when he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to you after allowing you both to ride out your orgasms.

Both of you had expected he would not soften as of yet. His erection still stood, proudly, waiting for him to go on and take as much pleasure as was needed to help him make use of all the Viagra in his body.

So he pulled you on top of him, earning him another squeal from you. Your frantic giggling, for you were still high on your climax, stopped the moment he made you sit down on his length to fill you once more.

Only moments after you were bouncing up and down on him for all he was worth, your nails digging into his pale chest.

By the time he was done with you, you both were a sweating and panting mess. Your hair stuck to your moist skin, your cheeks were reddened and your limbs shaking, the bed and your thighs wet with your slick juices.

Seven and a half hours. Seven and a half hours had passed until his aching erection had finally gone away and he could rest, spent and utterly satisfied.

You had begged him for breaks, asked him to slow down. In return, you had brought him pleasure with your hands and mouth to soothe his undying arousal and then, after one last shared orgasm, Loki’s lips came crashing down on yours, his tongue fighting for dominance which you granted him all but willingly. He kissed you so ferociously you knew that not only you had lost control over your body with him but also control over your heart.

You had fallen asleep in his arms fast. Keeping up with a god was exhausting, to say the least. Loki had forced you into countless of orgasms, almost making you lose your mind to him. Well, you were not going to complain.

Loki grinned to himself as he stroked your head lightly with an almost loving gaze. He had set his eyes on you ever since he had arrived at the Avengers compound, one of the very few bearable mortals to be around with. He had to admit, however, he had not known how much he had desired you until you had knelt before him to inspect his rock-hard member.

It mattered not. Now, you were his. If only Stark knew he had actually done him a favour in the end…

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[sandalwoodandjasmine]

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be

Iskandar pulls aside the curtain.

The view of the palace courtyard down below beguiles his senses: Between colonnades of white marble, a landscape of water and light presents itself to his view, illuminated by both the moon above and the dozens of candle-lit lamps beneath.

He sighs, then mutters. “This is perfect. I can’t think of anything more perfect.”

In his back, his husband drops onto the spacious bed with its heavily embroidered brocade coverings. His head lands between the copious amount of cushions spread over the bed’s top end. He lets his eyes wander over the dark ebony furniture, the crystal chandelier and the swings dangling from the ceiling, as well as the white marble archways separating the main area from the oriel leading to the balcony.

“It’s quite something,” Antoni agrees. “Explains why they are charging a fortune for just a single weekend.”

Iskandar turns around, smiling bashfully. “Well, it’s my birthday…”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Antoni explains. “As far as I’m concerned, any amount of money is worth having a good time with my husband. You love it, I love it. Easy.”

A warm glow settles on Iskandar’s cheeks as he beholds his husband, sprawled out on the bed. He simply cannot get enough of the magnificent sight that is his jaan.

Iskandar had asked him that they arrive at the Lake Palace in Udaipur in style, both of them dressed in deceptively simple, but precious sherwanis - the cloth hand-picked by Iskandar and custom-tailored to fit them - and light cotton churidar pyjamas. Antoni had initally startled, but eventually agreed; it was Iskandar’s birthday after all, and the stay at the Lake Palace his wish.

He looks so good in Indian clothes, Iskandar thinks wistfully. If only he didn’t have to sandbag Toni into wearing them every single time…

“We will have a good time, jaan,” Iskandar agrees as he saunters towards the bed and plops onto it next to Antoni. He leans in to breathe a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sure of it.” He rolls onto his back, crosses his arms behind his head and lets his eyes wander, taking in their regal surroundings. “All about this seems to have leaped straight out of a romance story.”

“Yeah?” Antoni asks, craning his neck to peer at Iskandar.

“Absolutely!” Iskandar insists. “There’s the lake itself, with its languid rhythm,” he explains, angling his thumb on his outstretched palm to indicate the first item on a list. “The palace, which is no less than a fairy-tale castle built out of white marble. The night, with its full moon in front of a star-spangled dome of black. Our room, which is…”

“Pretty corny?” Antoni suggests.

Iskandar throws the other man a puzzled look.

“We have a canopy bed, Iska! A freestanding bathtub! And a swing that’s mounted on the ceiling. A swing!”

Iskandar laughs. “Well yes, we do. But romances, and all their paraphernalia, no matter how corny, never lose their appeal. And anyway,” he angles his still outstretched ring finger. “Our room, which is maybe pretty corny, but is also a regal chamber where once rajas and ranis  recited poems, played the sitar or the sarod, and abandoned themselves to other worldly pleasures. And then…” A hungry glint flashes up in Iskandar’s eyes, and his little finger - the last to still stand - bows down. “… and then there is my handsome husband, who is dressed like royalty of begone times himself…”

“Who you dressed up this way!” Antoni defends himself.

“Who I dressed up to look like royalty from begone times, and who reclines on our bed, amid silken cushions and on and equally rich bed cover…”

Antoni playfully rolls his eyes, but cannot help but grin. “You are a poet after all, Isk. You might deny it, and tell me I’m the poet between the two of us, but when put in the right environment, lyrical words flow out of your mouth.”

“I can’t deny that this place, and everything about it… stimulates my imagination.”

A mischievous grin blooms up on Antoni’s mouth. He sits up on the bed. “Why don’t we stimulate your imagination some more?”, he suggest. The expression on his face grows more wicked, and he adds: “My prince?”

Iskandar’s eyebrows clamber up in surprise. “My prince?”, he asks. What is his husband up to?

“You said it yourself,” Antoni explains. He spreads out his arms in a wide gesture to encompass their surroundings. “We are in a place worthy of rajas and ranis. It’s a lovely night. I feel that I must be in the presence of a prince of old.”

Iskandar cocks his head, amusement bubbling up in his chest. “Maybe you are…”

“Would you like me to draw you a bath, your majesty?” Antoni asks. Iskandar notices that he has banished the cocky tone from his voice, and instead has clothed it in mellow notes. He looks up at Iskandar out of doe eyes, half-veiled under long lashes, giving him an air of gentle meekness.

“I…” Iskandar mutters, dumbfounded. He’s thrown off guard by the sudden change in his husband’s demeanour. At the same time, he can’t deny that he finds it arousing. A pleasant tingling spreads all over his skin and makes its way south. Still lost for words, all he can do is nod.

Antoni gets up from the bed, and smooths down the fabric of his sherwani. “Why don’t you sit, while I prepare your bath?” he suggests. Becoming aware of Iskandar’s temporary paralysis, he hurries to his side, gently guides him to one of the heavily cushioned armchairs.

Iskandar lets himself sag down, his eyes following Antoni’s movements in amazement. His husband walks over to the freestanding bathtub that is separated from the rest of the room only by a transparent room divider. He opens the gilded faucet, and a steady stream of water pours forth. Vapour begins to rise and floods over the rim of the tub.

Mesmerised, Iskandar observes how Antoni lets his hand wander over the array of bottles containing bath oil. With his finger, he traces the labels until he comes across one that seems to satisfy him. Antoni unscrews the cap and leads the bottle to his nose. He hums appreciatively before he pours liberal amounts of the oil into the tub.

Soon, the smell of sandal and jasmine deluges Iskandar’s senses. His eyes fall shut. He cannot help but groan with pleasure. The tingling of anticipation morphs into a warm glow, almost an ache that lights up his body from inside.

“My prince. Let me help you undress.”

Iskandar blinks, and sure enough, Antoni is kneeling right next to him, looking up at him expectantly. Iskandar never even noticed how he made his way from the tub to his side.

Antoni’s fingers gently brush against Iskandar’s thigh, waiting for him to react. Not trusting his voice, Iskandar just nods. His heart beating wildly in his chest, he gets up.

Antoni is there immediately. He lifts the maroon silk stole from Iskandar’s shoulder and carefully places it on the coffee table that centers the seating arrangement. The heavy necklace made from several rows of golden beads follows. Then, the thick, jewel studded bracelets are gently stripped off Iskandar’s wrists. Next, nimble fingers untie the buttons of his sherwani.

His husband’s touch is so soft, almost imperceptible. Like a dandelion seed that brushes one’s cheek. Iskandar observes how one button after the other pops open. He licks his lips, and finds them terribly dry. His eyes are glued to Antoni who is veiled in a bloomy haze, lending the scene an oneiric quality. Is it the light cast by the old-fashioned chandelier? Is it his own tipsy state of mind? He can’t tell.

Antoni keeps his eyes lowered, never meeting Iskandar’s gaze. As his fingers reach the last of the buttons in the area of Iskandar’s midriff, he murmurs: “Please raise your arms a little, my prince, so that I may take off your coat.”

Iskandar obeys. Antoni’s hands find Iskandar’s collarbones and slip underneath his sherwani to loosen it and pull it back. As soon as Iskandar’s arms come free, Antoni steps around Iskandar, grabs the sherwani’s shoulder pieces and lifts it off Iskandar. He folds it neatly, and hangs it over the backrest of the armchair Iskandar was sitting in.

Now Iskandar stands there,  left with nothing but a thin cotton vest and a pair of churidar trousers. He shivers lightly. Are the goosebumps that have risen up all along his arms the result of him being divested of his coat? Or is the charged atmosphere, the electric tension that has built between him and his husband that provoked them?

“May I…?” Antoni asks. His eyes flit up, checking Iskandar’s expression for the briefest moment, as if he was trespassing into forbidden territory.

“Yes, please,” Iskandar replies, his voice quivering with tension.

A pleased little smile blooms up on Antoni’s lips. He wriggles the vest free from the trousers, then dives his hands underneath it. Drawing his fingers up from Iskandar’s loins, all along his torso, he pulls the vest upwards, and soon it comes free, too. Then he is on his knees again, and pulls at the string of Iskandar’s churidar. The knot holding them together comes open without much resistance and they fall to Iskandar’s ankles. Before Antoni frees him off them entirely, however, he first…

The gaze Antoni throws him then, just before his fingers slip underneath the elastic band of his briefs… An expression both bashful, looking up to Iskandar for assurance, and simultaneously wicked. Iskandar bites his lips and a barely suppressed moan escapes from between them.  The sound must have encouraged Antoni, because now the briefs slide over Iskandar’s hips, no more hesitance shown.

What they reveal doesn’t come as a surprise. Iskandar stands to attention. Antoni is playing him all too well. While his briefs slide down his thighs and calves, the breath that Iskandar had been holding wheezes out of his lungs in a hiss. As much as his swollen member is desperate for more stimulation, Antoni clearly doesn’t intend to give it. Not now, anyway.

Instead, he pulls the churidar and briefs over Iskandar’s ankles as if undressing his prince was his only job. “You may step out of them now, my prince.”

Iskandar does as he’s told, and steps out of the last of his clothes. Standing there as he is, stark naked, he waits for what his husband has in store for him next. He resolves to play along, and be the illustrious Indian prince for tonight.

“Your bath is over here,” Antoni murmurs and points in the direction of the tub.

Iskandar nods. “Yes, of course!” he agrees. A bath. This is about taking a bath, he reminds himself. At least for now…

Pulling his shoulders back, puffing out his chest, he struts towards the tub, climbs the steps to the low dais on which it is placed. From the corners of his eyes, he can see Antoni checking him out subtly. Iskandar checks the water’s temperature with his fingers and, finding it to his liking, steps in first with his toes, then slowly submerging his entire leg. Then the other. He lowers himself into the water and soon finds himself engulfed by a pleasant warmth up to his torso.

Already, Antoni is by his side. Kneeling next to the tub, he begins massaging Iskandar’s scalp. Driving his fingers into Iskandar’s curls, Antoni rubs small circles against the skin of Iskandar’s head, applying just the right amount of pressure. He’s too good at this. From the top of Iskandar’s head, Antoni’s fingers wander downward, towards the spot behind Iskandar’s ears, then along his spine. Iskandar cannot help but groan when his husband’s hands part, following the curve of where his neck leads into his shoulders.

“Your shoulders are so tense,  my prince,” Antoni scolds him. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I know,” Iskandar murmurs sheepishly. “The affairs of state…”

“I don’t care about how much work those useless ministers burden you with, or how many lords and ladies try to talk you ears off with their insignificant concerns,” Antoni blisters. “They should know better than to tax their prince beyond his limits. You may be strong, and disciplined. You are capable of great things. But even you are just human. It serves no one if you are tense and exhausted from burning the candle at both ends!”

“Ministers?” Iskandar chuckles. “Lords and ladies? You must be speaking about great councillor Hackett, huh?”

“The very one!” Antoni huffs. “He’s driving you too hard! You are a war hero!”

Iskandar pulls up one eyebrow in amusement. “I am?”

“My prince, it was you who saved us from… from…” Antoni’s eyes turn into slits as he tries to come up with a scenario.

“The Reaper Sultanates?” Iskandar suggests, grinning.

“Yes, thank you,” Antoni agrees. “My knowledge of Indian history is a bit sketchy.”

Iskandar lifts his hand out of the water and strokes Toni’s arm. “You’re doing great, jaan.”

“So anyway, yes,” Antoni nods, slipping back into character. “Thanks to your valor and leadership, our kingdom could fend off theses invaders and prevent them from slaughtering our people. But still, the council treats you as their errand boy!”

“The council can be a pain sometimes…”

“And I have to make up for it by working all that tension and all those cricks out of your muscles every night!” Antoni splutters.

“I’m lucky to have you,” Iskandar sighs. “What would I do without you taking care of me? Working my sore muscles? Drawing my bath, just as I like it? Robing and disrobing me. Lathering my hair, massaging my scalp. Oiling my skin…”

“Somebody needs to look after you, if those in offices of power won’t do it,” Antoni whispers against the shell of Iskandar’s ear.

“You’re too good to me,” Iskandar protests.

“If nobody will treat you as you deserve it, then I’ll have to make up for it all. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my prince.”

“Nothing?” Iskandar muses, drawing his hand over the white bubbles floating atop the surface of the water, etching lines into them that vanish almost immediately as new bubbles flood into the empty spaces.

“Nothing,” Antoni repeats hotly against Iskandar’s ear.

“There’s something…” Iskandar shakes his head. “No.”

“Speak, my prince.”

Iskandar shakes his head again, more vehemently this time. “I don’t think it’s appropriate of me…”

“You mustn’t let what’s on your mind be unspoken,” Antoni insists.

“But…”

“I demand it!”

Iskandar chews his lip, feeling terribly self-conscious all of a sudden. How can he ask this of his servant? Will he not abuse his power, as his overlord, and compel him to do something he wouldn’t willingly consent to?

“Please, my prince…” Antoni repeats, cupping Iskandar’s jaw with his palm, caressing his cheek with his thumb.

“Would you… would you join me?” Iskandar asks breathlessly.

“Join you?” Antoni echoes, his eyes going wide. “Join you in the bath?”

“Well, yes,” Iskandar stutters, immediately following it up with: “Well, no! That’s why I didn’t want to say it, it isn’t my place to ask!”

“I will!” Antoni quickly retorts.

“Please, don’t,” Iskandar pleads. “It’s not an order. It wasn’t meant like that. I don’t want you to feel obliged to do something you’d rather not.”

“But my prince, I want to do it,” Antoni protests. “I want to please you in every way I can.”

Iskandar shakes his head, looking down embarrassed. “I don’t want you to do things just to please me…”

“Well then,” Antoni remarks,  perking up his chin.

“Well then?” Iskandar slowly repeats, frowning.

“I’m doing it for myself. I could use a hot bath, too.”

“Oh, is it?” Iskandar asks, feeling his lips curl in mirth again. Antoni is being such a cheeky servant…

He’s already on his feet, marching towards the nearby wooden folding screen.

“What are you doing?” Iskandar wonders.

“If I’m going to undress, I will need some privacy, won’t I?” Toni asks from behind the screen as he starts unbuttoning his sherwani.

“But of course, yes!” Iskandar quickly agrees. It is only right then that he averts his gaze, affording his servant what he surely deserves. If only the folding screen wasn’t carved, the intricate floral patterns etched into the panels revealing much of what is going on behind the screen…

As much as he wants, Iskandar cannot keep himself from stealing glances at the screen. The sherwani is already hung over one of the panels. Soon, the churidar trousers follow. Bit by bit, his servant’s form is revealed. What a fine form it is…

“I will need you to close your eyes, my lord,” Antoni announces.

“Most certainly!” Iskandar calls, reluctantly obeying.

Naked feet pad over the stone floor. “My prince, can you shift a little?” Antoni murmurs, before Iskandar feels him slipping into the tub at his back.

Antoni can’t fully suppress a groan of pleasure as hot water embraces his body. But it’s only a split second before he’s back in character. “Are you comfortable like this, my lord?”

“Very,” Iskandar hums, leaning back against the other man.

Antoni’s hands are back at Iskandar’s shoulders, working the knots and tensions that the hot water hasn’t been able to ease.  “I want to make sure you are absolutely comfortable, as relaxed as you can possibly be.”

Iskandar’s fingers run up from Toni’s thighs to his knees, and back down again. “Can’t remember the last time I was as relaxed as this.”

“Good,” Antoni murmurs, and leans in to place a gentle kiss against the side of Iskandar’s neck.

The fine hair at the back of Iskandar’s neck rise up in response to that kiss. He sucks in a breath of air and his hands clench around Antoni’s thighs as his body reacts to the stimulation.

“Am I being too forward, my lord?” Antoni asks while he goes in for another kiss. This time, he lingers. His eyes peering upward to observe Iskandar’s reaction, Antoni lets his tongue venture out of his mouth and begins to explore Iskandar’s neck.

“Ahhhh….” Iskandar’s eyes roll upward as he moans in pleasure. “Quite forward, yes,” he agrees.

“Do you want me to stop then?” Antoni asks as he drags his tongue upward along Iskandar’s neck and towards his jaw.

“You’ll have to,” Iskandar groans. His prior arousal is back, and it is back with a vengeance, lighting his entire body on fire. “Unless…”

Antoni kisses along Iskandar’s jaw “Unless?”

“Unless you want your prince to… to lose his mind and melt in your hands…” Iskandar exhales.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want?” Antoni murmurs. “As I said, absolutely comfortable, as relaxed as possible.”

“You don’t know what you are wishing for,” Iskandar blurts out. “My body is already reacting to you. If you continue down this path, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Then don’t. I’m not expecting you to control yourself,” Antoni replies, driving his fingers deep into Iskandar’s thick curls to pull his head against his lips.

“I don’t… I don’t want…” Iskandar stammers.

“You don’t need to hold back.”

“I can’t…”

“What is holding you back, my prince?” Antoni urges.

Iskandar shakes his head. “Just because I’m prince… it doesn’t mean… you are still your own person, and I won’t abuse my power…”

“What if you wouldn’t be abusing your powers?” Antoni asks, licking Iskandar’s ear. “What if I wanted it, too? What if wanted you to lose control?”

“Oh my…” Iskandar sighs, and his palms wander from Antoni’s thighs all the way to his buttocks. “I want you,” he finally admits, and squeezes what his fingers have eagerly sought out.

“Then take what you want.”

 ***

 Toweled dry and having slipped into soft and fluffy bathrobes, Antoni and Iskandar decide to cuddle up in the seating niche in the room’s spacious oriel. The casements of the stained glass windows are opened wide to catch the nighttime breeze.

Outside, flocks of clouds drift past the moon. The night is quiet apart from the whisper of the fountains and the cry of the cicadas wafting up from the courtyard below.

Reclining against the cushions in his back, Iskandar hums happily. He pulls his husband, who is laying against his chest, a little closer, burying his mouth in Antoni’s hair.

“I didn’t know how much I needed this,” he declares.

“Yes,” Antoni chuckles. “You were really into this, that much was clear.”

“Not like I tried to hide it,” Iskandar retorts.

“The prince thing really got you going, didn’t it?”Antoni asks, smirking.

A blush spreads on Iskandar’s cheeks, spreading over his entire face “Well…”

“Make no mistake!” Antoni clarifies. “I found that extremely hot. The way you let go and just… claimed what’s yours.”

Iskandar arches his brows. “You are mine?”

“Heart, body and soul,” Antoni simply retorts.

Iskandar shakes his head. “Oh Antoni,” he murmurs and places a kiss against Antoni’s hair. Then he sighs.

Antoni cranes his neck to check on his husband. “What’s up? Did something happen?” he wonders.

“No, not at all,” Iskandar mollifies. “Just. Everything…”

“Everything?” Antoni prods, looking puzzled.

“Yes, everything. About this moment. This life,” Iskandar explains. “That we should actually be here. That we should live to see this day, to experience this moment. It still feels unreal, sometimes.”

“It does,” Antoni agrees.

“When we were in the midst of it all…” Iskandar shakes his head incredulously.  “Wouldn’t’ve thought it possible.”

“Nah,” Antoni snorts. “Cards were stacked against us. Pretty fucked up odds.”

“Not in my wildest dreams…” Iskandar continues, his voice quivering. “The best outcome… almost too much to hope for…”

“… was to go out in a blaze of glory and take these bastards along with us, ridding the galaxy of their existence,” Antoni finishes Iskandar’s sentence.

“Yes,” Iskandar croaks.

“Yet here we are. Pretty much a miracle.”

Iskandar nods. “Every day since has been a gift.”

Antoni sighs and cuddles up closer to his husband. “It has. I know that I’m certainly treating each one like the precious thing it is.”

“Huh. Yes,” Iskandar agrees. “What boggles my mind is this. Not only did we live, both of us, but we were given so much more. Blessings that… could and maybe well should be spread out among a dozen people. Azadi and Bashir entered our relationship and we’ve since experienced love so intense and deep, I didn���t think it possible. And then of course… our children arrived.”

Antoni smiles. “Our little rays of sunshine.”

“It seems almost too much…”

“What, no!” Antoni protests. “For everything we’ve gone through, it only seems fair, ok?”

“The war, the Reapers,” Iskandar continues pensively. “Sometimes, it feels like all of it happened in another lifetime.”

“It’s true. The contrast couldn’t be more… extreme.”

A cloud drifts in front of the moon and for a few short seconds, the moon disappears. But soon enough, the cloud has passed and no longer mars the moon’s refulgence. In another time, another life… entities much more ominous overshadowed the moon. Overshadowed the sun and stars and the entire sky. Destruction rained down from above, as it simultaneously did on all worlds, all over the galaxy.

An echo of that shadow must have travellled over Iskandar’s face, because Antoni whispers. “Don’t let the memory of those times trouble you, Isk. It’s in the past. We beat them. We survived. We built a life for ourselves and we get to savour our victory, with every day, with every breath.”

“We’ve not even turned forty yet, Antoni. How can this be?,” Iskandar asks incredulously. “From my childhood spent between space and India, to Brain Camp, to joining the Alliance and the N7 program. Getting to know you. The Skyllian Blitz, Akuze, our marriage. Taking command of the Normandy, being made the first human Spectre. Saren. Sovereign. Alchera. Project Lazarus and Cerberus. Horizon. The war. The catalyst. Dying a second time and… being brought back a second time. Becoming an admiral. Azadi and Bashir. An then of course Rey, Vijay, Aman and Asha. Ambra. Vivek…”

“If you put it like that… we’ve actually had pretty eventful lives so far,” Antoni hums.

“Eventful lives?” Iskandar asks, shaking his head. “More like, experiences worth ten lifetimes, maybe more.”

“Well, yes,” Antoni concedes. “Don’t think I’ll mind if things turn out not quite as eventful, going forward.”

“Hey!” Iskandar protests, wagging his finger. “I’ve just been promoted to the rank of an admiral. One of the youngest admirals in the history of the Alliance! My career has barely started!”

“Barely started?” Antoni snorts. “If the Reaper War wasn’t your endgame, I’m not sure I want to know what is.”

“Just wait and see,” Iskandar replies, perking up his chin.

“Course I will!”

“Yes. Of course you will,” Iskandar agrees. He grabs Antoni’s hand, laying his palm flat against Antoni’s before he entwines their fingers. “You always do. You always did. All this time, throughout it all, you’ve been by my side.”

“Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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10 Yoga Myths Dispelled

Yoga is popular nowadays. Preferred. According to a current Yoga Journal survey, over 20 million Americans technique yoga on a normal basis, up from 15.8 million in 2004. Yoga exercise technique has clearly found its stride as well as is attracting more followers everyday. While numerous people are enjoying the benefits of yoga, there are many others that are unfortunately scared off due to ill-founded misconceptions and misunderstandings regarding what yoga is. Like any type of other popular task, yoga can come down with stereotyping as well as brushing up generalizations if you're resistant to look below the surface area to really experience the significance of the practice. When you dig a little much deeper, however, you soon find a straightforward as well as extensive reality: yoga is for everyone.

The complying with are several of the most preferred misconceptions and also misunderstandings bordering yoga as well as its method. If you are a yogi, perhaps you once held one or even more of these incorrect ideas prior to experience changed your mind. If you're brand-new to yoga exercise or pussyfooting and uncertain concerning taking the dive, check out these myths and also see if they might be holding you back from finding your put on the mat.

Myth 1: Yoga Exercise Is Nearly Stretching

While on the surface, yoga exercise may seem an easy stretching or calisthenics regular, it is far, much more. The yoga exercise positions or asanas that the majority of individuals relate to stretching just comprise a tiny part of a very arrant viewpoint, science, and means of life. The word yoga means union-- the union of body, mind, spirit, breath, and also setting. It develops an all-inclusive as well as comprehensive worldview.

The vast warehouse of Vedic as well as yogic thought comprises a body of understanding that upholds yoga as a total as well as complete path of liberation. The classic 8 limbs of yoga exercise enumerated by the fantastic yogic sage Patanjali consist of rules for:

Social behavior

Personal observances

Mind-body combination exercises

Breathing techniques

Focusing of the senses

Mastery of focus as well as intention

Meditation

Experience of pure awareness

Myth 2: Yoga Is Only for Women

There's no question that yoga is more preferred with females than men. The majority of yoga exercise courses have far a lot more women than male individuals. This wasn't always the situation. In the documents of time, yoga exercise was traditionally practiced almost solely by men in old India. With its arrival in the West nonetheless, yoga exercise began to draw a huge lady following. No matter, yoga exercise is not a gender-specific task. Guy and women alike can practice as well as gain from a routine yoga practice.

Myth 3: You Need to Be Flexible and also fit to Practice Yoga

Many potential yogis obtain frightened off from yoga exercise method by photos of extremely adaptable or in shape yogis beautifying the covers of magazines or website write-ups. They see someone in an asana as well as erroneously presume that versatility as well as toughness are prerequisites for the practice. In truth, flexibility and also health and fitness come as results of yoga exercise, not as requirements.

While it holds true that yoga poses can develop toughness, flexibility, and equilibrium, you can practice yoga exercise without having those skills or qualities and also still receive all the terrific mind and body benefits. Yoga exercise is for every single body, no issue what body you offer the technique. High or brief, thick or slim, young or old, yoga exercise is suggested to adjust to you, not the other method around.

Myth 4: You Required Fancy Garments and Floor Covering to Exercise Yoga

The popularity of yoga worldwide has actually developed an one-of-a-kind as well as unanticipated offshoot-yoga gear. Entire companies now exist to provide yogis with specialized apparel, mats, gear bags, and sweat towels. While these add-ons can be wonderful, they remain in no other way needed to exercise yoga. Take into consideration that the ancient yogis once carried out yoga on beds of leaves in a forest using only loin cloths. You don't need to be that marginal in your practice, it's essential to remember that yoga exercise is an "inward stroke"-- taking your understanding within.

External looks like that showy brand-new floor covering or those fashionable new yoga trousers exist on the material-level of your recognition, while the actual method of yoga coaxes you to go deeper. Yoga can be exercised in whatever feels comfortable for you, with or without a mat, with simply a couple of feet of void in which to move.

Myth 5: Yoga Is a Religion

Because of its ancient Indian roots and connections to Hinduism, yoga exercise usually obtains misidentified as a religion. It is in fact much more like a scientific research (In India, yoga is typically assumed of as a science of Self-Realization). Thus, yoga exercise technique is likened to a laboratory in which you are both the subject and the object of your experiment, the objective of which is to awaken your very own internal capacity as well as the divinity within.

The stereotypical ideas in some cases invoked via rules, chants, or pictures of a particular deity are indicated to awaken the inactive potential of those states of awareness that stay within you. But those techniques are not called for to gain from yoga practice, neither does their use carry a religious undertone. Yoga is not regarding external praise, it has to do with inner exploration.

Myth 6: Yoga Is Too Easy

Those that check out yoga with a totally physical lens may assume it's also mild or moderate to be of any benefit. The "No Discomfort, No Gain" attitude so typical in the contemporary fitness culture paints an image of results based upon effort and also battle. While yoga, particularly restorative yoga exercise practices such as The 7 Spiritual Laws of Yoga, can concentrate on doing less to achieve extra, it does not suggest that yoga exercise is very easy or passive.

The mind-body control needed during yoga method differs from many various other kinds of workout because your complete interest is involved and existing in each movement. Unlike running on a treadmill while enjoying television, yoga involves all facets of your being, making it more tough than it might show up on the surface area. Yoga exercise links your:

Mind

Body

Emotions

Senses

Breathing

Environment

Myth 7: Yoga Is Too Hard

At the opposite end of the spectrum are those who avoid yoga due to the fact that they fear it will certainly be as well tough. Being afraid that their bodies "do not go this way," numerous will pull out of yoga exercise and also lose out on its many benefits. Provided, some yoga exercise presents can appear intimidating, but the gorgeous aspect of the practice is that it meets you where you are. The suggestion is not to force yourself into a yoga exercise posture - it has to do with adapting the position to fit your body where it is today.

There are always alternatives to any offered pose. Yoga motivates you to pay attention to your body's signals of comfort and discomfort, and also pick those presents that really feel best for you. As you become more comfy with yourself in the method, you can check out more tough poses, and also frequently, to your shock, they end up being much easier to acquire than you once believed.

Myth 8: Yoga Will Make You Self-Conscious

Performing any kind of brand-new activity with people you don't recognize can mix up insecurity and also self-consciousness, yet prospective yogis shouldn't fear this. Bear in mind that yoga exercise is concerning deepening the conversation in between your mind and body-it's a personal journey. Bothering with what others think maintains your awareness stuck at the degree of the vanity as well as personality.

Yoga has to do with being fully existing as well as knowledgeable about who you are in the minute. The technique encourages genuine credibility and self-acceptance. The even more you start to accept yourself in the practice, the earlier you'll observe a much deeper bond creating between you and also your other schoolmates. Everyone is a wave on the substantial ocean of Spirit. Yoga permits you to express yourself with openness, compassion, and vanity.

Myth 9: Your Physical Condition Prevents You from Exercising Yoga

While there are some contraindications for doing yoga, it is on the whole an extremely obtainable method that nearly anyone, at any type of age or problem can exercise. Once once more, it is necessary to consider yoga exercise as flexible to your life and who you are. Take what you require, as well as enable yoga exercise to provide you its gifts.

There are various styles of yoga exercise, each with an one-of-a-kind focus or analysis of these ageless teachings, so if one yoga exercise institution or class does not work for you, try another until you discover the appropriate fit. On top of that, take into consideration chair yoga or the usage of yoga exercise props such as blocks or bands to assist you in your method. If you can't go to a course, try a DVD or on-line video clip. The alternatives are many if you're eager to try.

Myth 10: Yoga Is Just a Fad

Although yoga may appear to be simply one more stylish workout program that will be replaced by the following gimmick to hit the scene, it's really much from being a brand-new point, as well as it's not likely to go out of appeal anytime quickly. Yoga exercise has been around for countless years. While modern books, classes, video clips, and workshops are fairly new methods of connecting its classic mentors, yoga exercise has actually been an established as well as proven means to incorporate all the layers of life as well as stir up human potential for countless generations.

The determination of yoga's charm is quite simple-- it functions. Whether in the research laboratory of scientific study on mind-body and awareness study or in the subjective framework of an individual's life, yoga has actually stood the examination of time and also will remain to do so.

Spend a long time reviewing these misconceptions. If several of these mistaken beliefs has actually been holding you back from attempting yoga exercise, embrace the truth behind them and fear say goodbye to. Jump off that fencing and also step onto the mat. You won't be sorry.

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