#you captured my inner thoughts perfectly

[meownotgood]

wish i could send in pictures anonymously since this is just a little doodle :')

i wonder if you could harvest aki like a carrot

OH MY GOSHHH AND LITTLE DENJI AND POWY 😭😭😭💞💞 aki looks so grumpy I think he is not ripe yet.......

[eelnoise]

beset fixation (nsfw!)

trafalgar law x gn!strawhat!reader cw: smut, possessive law, law struggles w/ feelings, soft law, piv sex, implied situationship, emotional law an: so in my head this takes place in wano, and is kind of a heat of the moment emotional type thing. in my head law's stupid slutty kimono is draped around his shoulders btw hehe tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @themushroomofdeath @risenwrites

Law is obsessed with you.

It eats at him, gnaws into his flesh like sharpened teeth. He feels childish, as if being played for a fool - but the fact of the matter is that you’ve clawed your way into his head. Law finds himself aching with an inexplicable pain that he cannot seem to mend on his own, one that snaps any strands of rationality in two and has him second, third, and fourth guessing his own words.

You’re a Strawhat. After this business is done and accounted for and the alliance ends, you’ll be enemies once again.

Yet Law can’t escape the deep-seated, profound, and frankly infuriating way you linger around in his mind. His inner thoughts speak in your voice, perfectly mimicking every single subtle nuance and tonal shift of the words you’ve spoken to him prior. He longs for your presence, even if he cannot reason with why. The only thing that Law has gleaned is that you are the root problem of it all - and he needs to let you go for his own sake.

Then why now does he have you upon hands and knees, back arched perfectly and covered in sweat while he buries himself as deep inside of you as he can?

Lithe fingers cup at your hips to keep you in place, tips digging into the pliant flesh with enough force to bruise twice over. Law’s pace is ruthless, pouring every single one of his feelings into you with every harsh thrust of his hips - and you still just don’t get it. Are you truly this oblivious to his behavior? How he craves the taste of your skin or the touch of your hands? He all but froths at the mouth when you’re with one of your crewmates, jaw clenching and fists balling at the thought of you leaving with them - leaving him behind.

Law grits his teeth in frustration, and takes it out with a rough smack to your ass. Your cry of ecstasy doesn’t go unnoticed, and his hold on you tightens further when your walls flutter against his cock. He can feel himself start to crumble, and with each salaciously delicious sound you spew he borders further and further off the edge of reality. 

What’s stopping him from keeping you, really?

He could have you whenever he wanted – your touch and body available at the drop of a coin. Nevermore would he need to feel the crushing burden of your absence, to mend the seams of woe that have frayed into his nerves. Try as he might to fight it, this burning desire is kindled when you're with him. 

And now, with you at his mercy beneath him, all thoughts feel like lies. Law feels his will breaking, and for a moment he casts logic aside. The smiles, the laughter, the vivid conversations you've shared – he wants them all to himself. It's selfish,and yet it can't be helped. 

Law's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your voice. Pleas of finality reach his ears – soft, shaky cries of delirium emanating from your tongue. He knows what you want, and he isn’t about to give you what you want. Not yet.

He slips out of you then, giving you a much needed but very much unwanted moment of reprieve that's cut short before you can even turn your head up toward him in question. Law shifts his hold on your hips and flips you onto your back, hands curling against the undersides of your knees and pressing them toward your chest. Just as he’s realigning himself with you he pauses, unable to stop himself from raising his gaze to yours.

Law inhales sharply and can feel his gaze soften as he looks into your eyes. And in another bout of weakness does his heart leap, a warmth spreading within him that feels so unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He leans forward over your body to quickly capture your lips to his, simultaneously sheathing himself back within you. He swallows both the gasp from your throat as well as his own guilt, indulging himself in the wistful tangle of emotions and limbs that is this moment.

Your tongue eagerly twists into his, your arms coming to cross around his shoulders as if desperate to get as close to him as you can. Law obliges you, wrapping his own arms around your lower back and squeezing you to his chest – though he longs to melt into you entirely. He’s slower now, the rock of his hips beginning to move with more purpose and with an undeniable sense of not-so-hidden sentiment. 

It feels like his sense of self has vanished, and in its place stands someone he doesn’t know. As if the sums of his of attempts at reason had subtracted tenfold. His kiss doesn’t end - save for seconds of breath - slotting your lips together in a long sermon of implicit confessions that are long overdue.

The feeling overtakes him, and soon enough he’s muttering nonsense into your ear about how he needs you and how you make him feel. Telling you all the ways he craves your entire being, how much you’ve changed the way he thinks. It's more than he’s said to anyone at once before, and he doesn’t know – doesn’t care – where it’s coming from.

You reciprocate. It shocks him – the words falling from your tongue should sound foreign, but they don’t. They’re real and they’re raw and they bring Law a comfort he shouldn’t crave.

But he does, he craves it like no other. And hearing your revelation solidifies it.

Law isn’t leaving this country without you by his side.

[oizysian]

03 // Being forced to kneel // Little Wolf

Summary: Lady Maximoff deals with an intruder.

Pairing: Vampire!Scarlet Witch x Werewolf!Y/N

Warnings: submission, slight bondage

Word count: 800

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“Mistress, we found this beast outside on the castle grounds.”

In chains was a werewolf, snapping and snarling at the guards that had captured it. They had chains around its neck, arms, and even its legs. How it managed to walk was beyond the Queen. She watched as they dragged it over to her, watching as it struggled every step of the way. She tilted her head, smiling as it flung one of her guards into a wall and two others had to jump in to subdue it.

“Kneel before your Queen.”

It snarled at her in response. Her dark eyes narrowed at it, her perfectly manicured nails clicked on the armrest of her throne impatiently, her silver rings gleaming.

“I said ‘kneel!’” She snapped and the guard on her left kicked the wolf in the back of the leg, causing it to lose its balance and fall down on one knee.

“That’s how I like my prisoners.” She smiled widely and gestured to the guard holding the chain around the creature's neck to pull.

It let out a growl, falling down on both knees and attempted to free itself from its bindings.

She raised her hand once more and the guard let up on the pressure, and it began to calm down.

“I don’t want to look at this … beast anymore. Change. I want to see who was brave enough to trespass on my grounds.”

The beast panted heavily, staring her down, before bowing its head and letting out a loud sigh. Before her eyes, the giant wolf turned into a normal sized woman, who was shaking with emotion.

“What a surprise. I expected it to be another man coming to kill me. Or force me full of his seed.”

At her words, the woman looked up, disgusted at the thought. No, she hadn’t been here to harm the Queen. On the contrary, she wanted to serve her. But these fool guards had captured her and ruined everything.

“What do you want?” She finally asked, looking into the tortured eyes of the wolf-woman.

“To serve.” Her voice was hoarse with misuse.

The Queen looked down at her prisoner, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“And what makes you think you can serve me?”

“I’m strong,” she huffed. “And I’m loyal.”

“Bring her here.” The guards dragged the naked woman to the throne, handing the Queen the chains that were wrapped around the prisoners neck. “Remove those chains.”

They followed orders, freeing her arms and legs, leaving only the chain around her neck in place.

“Leave us.” She directed towards the guards and they all hesitated a moment before backing up and leaving the throne room.

She pulled on the chain and the woman fell to her knees at her feet, head bowed.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” The wolf replied.

“A beautiful name.” She hummed.

“Lady Maximoff, please let me serve you. I’ll do anything -”

“Anything?” She questioned and the other woman nodded curtly. “Come here.” She beckoned and the wolf obeyed, crawling up to the foot of her throne, head still bowed. “Lift my skirts.”

She raised her head, eyes wide with confusion, but obeyed nevertheless, lifting up the Queens skirts and holding them up, waiting for her next command.

“Lick my pussy. Make a meal out of it.”

The wolf was unsure of the Queen’s intentions, so she stayed still at her feet, still holding up her skirts.

“I know you’re not dumb.” She said, tugging on the chain. “Go on.”

She hesitated, licking her lips before crawling up the throne and settling between the Queen's legs, letting the skirts fall down behind her. Eager to please, she kissed her inner thighs, licking and nipping at her before pressing opened mouthed kisses along her slit. She could hear the Queen moaning as her tongue explored her cunt, dipping inside her and swirling around her throbbing clit.

She could feel the Queen’s hand pushing her head down through her skirts, urging her on.

“Oh, yes,” the Queen whispered, her hips rocking up to meet the girl’s tongue. “You’ll do.”

Y/N hummed against her, lapping at her wetness greedily, happy to be pleasing her. She gripped at her thighs, holding her still as she began to tremble underneath her hands.

“Fuck yes, little wolf, I’m gonna cum.”

Her words fueled her inner fire, her own slick coating her inner thighs as she brought the Queen to release. The Queen pulled up her skirts, releasing the wolf and letting her crawl out from underneath them.

“I think I’ll be keeping you.” The Queen breathed, smiling to herself, tugging the chain around her neck so she got closer to her.

Y/N climbed up onto her lap and Lady Maximoff kissed her, tasting herself on her lips.

“Oh, yes, I’ll be keeping you.”

[peachsukii]

twisted in bedsheets ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ with establishing your triad out of the way, there's no more awkward tension between you and the boys! now, there's a different kind of tension when the three of you can't get enough of one another.

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Your back pressed into the plush of the sofa, dress shoved up your midsection as you squirmed about, Bakugo’s face stuffed between your thighs. His crimson stare is locked on to your face, watching how your cheeks flush and the way you bite your lip anytime his tongue lazily rolls over your swollen clit.

Who would have thought you’d end up under Bakugo’s spell so early in the morning? You’d only meant to stop by on your day off, dropping off some vegetables he asked you to pick up from the local market.

[you] i’m headed to the market this morning. you need me to pick anything up for dinner tonight?

[katsu 🐯🧡] you off today? if you wanna grab tomatoes and onions, that’d be great. the one’s in the garden aren’t ready yet.

[you] yeah, my boss is at a conference so no need for any of us to be at the office today and tomorrow. sure! i’ll swing by after to drop them off.

[katsu 🐯🧡] thanks sweets. door’s open, see ya soon.

[you] 💖

You let yourself in with the bags of groceries, setting your own by the door and bringing his into the kitchen. Bakugo pops out of his office, strutting into the kitchen to greet you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says, leaning down to give you a light kiss. He notes the sundress you were wearing - one of his favorite designs from last year’s summer collection. It continued to amaze him that you had an entire wardrobe around his clothes - fate works in mysterious ways.

“Damn, that dress fits you perfectly.”

Bakugo’s eyes wander down your body, scanning every detail and how the fabric hugs your figure. While you’re unloading the vegetables onto the counter, he shifts behind you and places his hands on your waist. His fingers dance over the dress, playfully squeezing your hips and rubbing his thumbs in circles on your sides.

“I’m sure you’ve never heard of the designer,” you tease, giggling as you turn to face him. Bakugo picks you up and places you on the counter, moving between your legs to get closer to you. He gives you a few gentle kisses on your cheek and down your neck, hands roaming down your sides and over your thighs. Your previous giggles quickly turn into soft moans, the close proximity of your bodies instantly lighting the fire in your belly.

Bakugo pulls back for a moment, tilting his head at your reaction. “Is this okay with you?”

“Yes, more than okay.” You lace your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him against your body and the counter.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps before capturing your lips, bringing one of his hands to cradle the back of your neck while the other holds onto your bare thigh.

It doesn't take long for things to escalate, hence your current position on the couch. Bakugo brings your attention back to reality when one of his fingers slips into your soaked core, curling it against your inner walls as he nibbles on your inner thigh. Your mewls drive him wild, increasing the tempo of his finger thrusting in and out of you. The way your body reacts to his touch is intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Fuck princess, you're so wet," Bakugo praises, removing his finger and replacing it with his tongue to gather up your arousal. The grip he has on your thighs is tight enough to leave bruises. You can feel the tension in your stomach grow in intensity with each lap of his tongue, stumbling closer toward orgasm.

"Katsuki...don't stop," you whine as your thighs begin to tremble under his palms.

"Didn't plan to, baby."

The way 'baby' falls from his lips is enough to thrust you over the edge, the pet name immediately snapping your internal thread. You fist a handful of his blonde locks by the root, practically riding his face when you come - hard. It's enough to leave you gasping for air, not realizing the breath you were holding until your release tapers off. Your fingers slip from Bakugo's hair, letting him rise from between your legs. His lips and chin glisten with your spend.

"Can...I do anything for you?" you ask breathlessly, tugging him upward and kissing his forehead.

“Don’t wanna spoil dinner,” he hums, nuzzling into your chest. “I’ll have you for dessert later.”

The image of Bakugo ravaging you while Kirishima watches, patiently waiting for his turn and teasing the two of you floods into your mind.

Fuck.

After laying on the couch together for a little while, you head home with your groceries after the blissful encounter with Bakugo, letting him continue working. He made sure to give you a long and loving kiss goodbye, followed by a smack on your ass that you’ll be vibrating from the rest of the day.

───

It’s the early afternoon - you’ve got a few hours to kill before dinner with the boys. You pull your phone out to text Kirishima, offering to bring him an afternoon pick me up as an excuse to see him.

[you] i dropped by the house earlier to give kat some veggies for dinner. are you busy with any classes right now? i’ll bring you a snack!

[eiji 🥊❤️] sure! swing on by, i’ll be in the upstairs office. 🥰

───

A knock on Kirishima’s office door catches his attention, eyes darting over to you in the doorframe. His smile is instant, his signature big toothy grin plastered on his face when he sees you.

“Hi honey! Come in,” he exclaims, waving you inside. You step in and close the door as he’s wrapping his toned arms around you, peppering your head and cheeks with endless kisses.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you chuckle, finally able to give him a kiss on the lips.

He bends next to your ear, the hand on your back firmly pressing you against his chest. “Just thinkin’ about tonight’s dessert menu.”

How did he know about that?

As if reading your mind, he continues to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Katsuki texted me a little bit ago about how delicious you tasted.”

A moan bubbles in your throat at his words, flustered that Bakugo bragged to Kirishima about eating you out. When did he do that, after you left the house?

“Oh?” You respond meekly, shivering at his heavy breathing on your neck.

“Mhm, somethin' about how pretty your dress looked pushed up around your waist and how cute your moans sounded.”

Holy shit.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” is all you can say, trying your damndest not to crumble to the floor. You'd never had any partners brag about you like that in the past. Kirishima’s hand on your back shifts to your hip, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his grasp.

“Wanna give me a taste, too?”

It’s comical how fast you scurry over to Kirishima’s desk, dragging him by the hand and inviting him to touch you. He reaches under your dress, dragging your panties down your legs and letting you step out of them. He pushes you back against the wooden desk, lifting you to sit on the end of it.

“Lay back, I got you,” Kirishima purrs, giving you a steamy kiss while shimmying your dress up your frame. Once he’s satisfied with your lips, he takes a knee to the ground and carefully tugs your hips to the edge of the desk. You do as he says, leaning back and propping yourself up on your elbows.

Kirishima stacks your thighs on his shoulders, halting for a second before his mouth becomes flush with your sticky center. You bite your lip, attempting to keep quiet and not draw attention to anyone in the gym on the first floor. He notices your struggle as he flicks his tongue across your clit, grinning between each twitch of your legs.

He leans back, his ruby eyes sparkling with affection. "Kat was right, baby, you're so sweet."

You knew this wouldn't take long with how riled up you are. Between him and Bakugo, they make you feel like an early 20 something all over again. Their desire for you, together and apart, is hypnotic and thrilling.

"Eiji...," you whimper, running a hand through his fiery mane.

Kirishima chuckles, the vibrations sending lightning bolts through your core, winding the band in your abdomen tighter.

"That's it, just relax and let go for me, angel."

The way your body reacts to his command is immediate - spasming as you rode through your orgasm, clutching the desk beneath you. Kirishima groans, lapping up every drop of your spend while squeezing your thighs playfully. When he finishes, he gives back your underwear and helps you off the desk.

"Head on home. If you stay here any longer, I won't be able to wait until after dinner for more," Kirishima demands, squeezing your waist before kissing you on the cheek and returning to his desk.

You shake your head, attempting to rid your cheeks of the blush on them before leaving the office. When you step outside, your phone dings with a text message.

[katsu 🐯🧡] you better still be wearing that dress tonight.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — even though the three of you have had plenty of fun together by now, being able to get your share of both of them individually is exhilarating. 💜 ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent

[sycamorelibrary754]

Trick or Treat

Summary: You and Natasha celebrate Nikolai’s first Halloween with your family and friends. 

Pairings: Natasha x Reader, Avengers x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: As always, this story can be enjoyed independently, but if you're curious about the family's rich backstory, check out my ‘Home is Anywhere You Are’ Holiday Series. Happy Halloween!

The digital clock cast a faint blue light in your dimly lit bedroom. You gathered all the necessary sewing supplies from your closet and carefully retrieved the baby monitor from your nightstand. Natasha was still lost in slumber, and you were determined to keep it that way. Her late-night training sessions meant she often didn't return from the compound until midnight. "So much for semi-retirement," you thought with a wry smile. Nevertheless, it allowed you time to get started on your family’s Halloween costumes before Nikolai woke up. He had recently started sleeping longer stretches at night, so you knew you had a small window to work.

You and Nat decided to channel your inner witches and style your costumes after your all-time favorite Halloween film, Hocus Pocus. The plan was for you, Natasha, and Yelena to dress up as the Sanderson sisters while baby Nikolai would be Max. As you looked at images from the movie on your iPad, you heard a tiny meow from the corner of the room. Liho hurried into the room and hopped onto the loveseat beside you. 

You couldn't help but smile and say, "Your Binx costume looks great, Liho. Did you make it yourself?"

You carefully began to measure and cut up the softest, coziest fabrics, envisioning the adorable little costume you would create for Nikolai's first Halloween. It felt like just yesterday that you had unexpectedly given birth to Nik at the Barton's on Easter, but seven months had flown by in the blink of an eye. He was reaching a new milestone every day, getting closer to crawling and constantly scooting across the floor in his adorable army-crawl style. Natasha couldn't resist capturing every precious moment on her phone, and she filled the team group chat continuously with Nik's videos and photos.

You wanted Halloween to be just as magical as it was when you were a kid. Your mom used to handcraft all of your Halloween costumes, and now, as a mom yourself, you understand just how unique that tradition was. You've never been as skilled with a sewing machine as your mother, but you're giving it a shot. 

"Ouch," you hiss as a bobby pin pricks your fingers. Well, if anything, the blood spots might add to the spooky charm of the costumes.

An hour later, you could see the fruits of your labor taking shape. The room was filled with the colorful fabric of the costumes, each piece carefully pinned into place. You had meticulously sewn the primary layer of each outfit. Each stitch was a step closer to bringing your creative vision to life.

“Hey there," a familiar, raspy voice said.

You looked up and saw your wife shuffling into the room. Her socked feet padded along the floor, and sleep was still evident in her eyes.

"Good morning, honey," you said, kissing her lips. "I thought I’d start the Halloween costumes before Nik wakes up."

"Mmm," Nat hummed. "I’m looking forward to seeing how they turn out. I've never had a homemade costume before. Well, except for the ones Stark makes."

Nat settled into a nearby loveseat, tucking one leg under her body as she watched you work. The hum of the sewing machine filled the air as the needle danced up and down, leaving a trail of perfectly spaced stitches. Your fingers moved precisely, gently yet firmly guiding the fabric through the machine. Your movements were fluid and precise.

You paused to change the thread, and Nat saw the intricate patterns and textures unfolding on the fabric. Your focus was intent, and your brow was slightly furrowed in concentration. The air was filled with the scent of fabric, and the soft whir of the machine created a soothing background hum.

Suddenly, Nikolai’s soft whimper emitted from the baby monitor as if on cue. 

“I guess that's the end of this work session,” you sighed, about to rise from your chair. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. I got him,” Natasha said, touching your shoulder. 

Thanks, sweetheart," you replied.

A few moments later, you heard Nik's bedroom door creak and Natasha's voice coming through the baby monitor.

"Good morning, my malen'kiy mal'chik

(little boy)," Nat said softly.

You could hear Nik responding to Natasha's voice with baby babbles. 

"Hey, Nikolai. Look at my big boy! Did you have a nice sleep?" she asked.

You heard your wife humming a gentle Russian lullaby, the same one she had sung to him since he was born, before saying, "Shall we go see Mommy, huh? Let's go, little one.”

Natasha strolled into the room, gently holding your son in her arms. The little red bedhead hair on his head is a beautiful reminder of your wife.

"There's Nikolai!" you say with a smile. "Hi, baby."

Nik reaches for you, his Y/E/C eyes sparkling as he smiles at you and wiggles his legs. 

As you hold your son in your arms, he reaches for a strand of your Y/E/C hair.

You carefully turned him around to face forward and asked, "Do you want to see your Halloween costume?"

You show Nikolai the purple tye-die fabric you used to sew his shirt, and he eagerly reaches for it, attempting to put it in his mouth.

"I think he approves," Natasha remarked with a smile.

*^~^*

After dedicating several more days to carefully sewing and enduring a few more pinpricks, you finally finished the Halloween costumes. On Halloween day, Yelena arrived early to play with Nikolai before the three of you got ready for the evening. It was going to be a quick night. Natasha had promised Melina and Alexi that you would stop at their place before heading to the compound for Tony’s annual team Halloween party. There would be enough time for everyone to dote on your son and maybe even sneak some candy for your secret chocolate stash that Nat pretends not to know about.

Nikolai was all set and looked adorable in Max’s vibrant tie-dye shirt, splashed with shades of purple, green, and red. The soft baby sweatpants added to his cozy ensemble, and to top it all off, he sported a pair of baby Nike Air sneakers.

Yelena called from the bedroom, “Okay, I am ready for my grand entrance.” 

“Enter away,” Natasha yelled as you both sat cross-legged on the floor while Nik played on his Activity Play Mat. 

Yelena made a vibrant entrance into the room, embodying the enchanting spirit of Sara Sanderson. Her stunning blend of pink and purple gown hugged her figure with a corset-style top that perfectly showcased her lively and playful energy. She truly stood out as the youngest and most captivating sister—something she delights in, reminding everyone after your deep dive into Hocus Pocus. A luxurious purple cloak draped elegantly over her shoulders while her long, flowing blonde hair tumbled down her back in soft waves. The finishing touch? A striking dark nude lipstick that added an alluring flair to her already magical look.

“Wow, you look fantastic, sestra!” Nat exclaimed.

Yelena shot back with a playful smirk, “I know, right? You outdid yourself, Y/N!”

You felt your cheeks heat, a mix of pride and a bit of shyness as you tried to brush off the compliment.

“Your turn, you two,” Yelena said. “I’ll wait here with the man of the house.”

You and Natasha scampered off to change into your costumes. Meanwhile, Yelena sat down next to Nikolai.

Yelena leaned closer, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Let’s play along and rave about their costumes, but deep down, we both know mine’s the showstopper, right, little Nik?” 

Your baby boy gurgled happily, his laughter bubbling over like a secret only they shared. in response. 

"That's what I thought," she replied with a knowing smile.

 “Okay, we’re ready!” Natasha called out a few minutes later, her voice echoing through the hall.

Yelena responded with equal enthusiasm, “So are we!”

Natasha was the first to enter the room, embodying Winnie's character. She wore a striking green-and-purple dress that flowed elegantly around her, the colors vivid and eye-catching. The matching cape billowed as she moved. The Hocus Pocus Spell Book was clutched in her hands, its worn cover hinting at countless magical secrets. She styled her red hair perfectly, teased it high, and held it in place with impressive hairspray, creating a dramatic silhouette. Excess blush on her cheeks gave her an almost doll-like appearance, while bright red lipstick completed the look, making her smile pop against her fair complexion.

You followed closely behind as Mary, capturing the quirky spirit of the middle sister. Your outfit boasted a fabulous, mismatched patterned dress that swirled with a rainbow of fabrics and colors. Atop your head sat the iconic hairdo, resembling a strangely shaped ice cream cone. A deep red cloak cascaded over your ensemble, adding an air of mystery. Eerie accessories—like dangling charms and spooky jewelry—clattered softly with every step. Your dark eye makeup dramatically framed your eyes, enhancing the playful spookiness of your costume. Your bright red lips completed the transformation, making you feel utterly enchanting.

“Wow, you two look incredible!” Yelena burst out. “Don’t you think so, Nikolai?” Yelena said, looking down at the baby.

Your son erupted into gleeful laughter, his eyes sparkling with delight as if he genuinely grasped every word his aunt had shared. 

"I couldn't agree more!" Yelena chimed in, giving your son a playful wink that made him giggle even harder.

After a whirlwind of Halloween family photos, everyone piled into the car for the drive to Melina and Alexi’s house.

“Are you ready to see your babushka and dedushka, Nik?” Natasha asked, her eyes sparkling in the rearview mirror as she glanced back at your son’s eager face peeking from his reverse car seat.

“Mama’s right, buddy,” said Yelena with a playful smile. “Get ready for a mountain of cheek-squeezing and an avalanche of snuggles and kisses. They can’t wait to spoil you!”

“Have your parents ever celebrated Halloween?” you asked, tilting your head curiously at Natasha.

She let out a long sigh. “Well, there was that one year back in Ohio when they got creative and turned every room in our house into a different trick-or-treat stop. They didn't want the neighbors to see us, so it was like a private haunted tour.”

“So, basically, the answer is no,” Yelena quipped, her expression as deadpan as ever.

Sometimes, it's easy to forget the weight of Natasha and Yelena’s past. Their childhood was an elaborate illusion, where genuine memories were just a flickering mirage. You couldn’t wait to create new memories with your son. Each moment was a chance to build something real and joyful that could help your wife heal her inner child, too.

*^~^*

As you parked the car in front of Alexi and Melina's home, an impressive display of Halloween decorations immediately caught your eye. Towering above the porch were two enormous inflatables—one was a bright orange pumpkin, its mischievous grin glowing against the dusk, and the other a ghost, swaying gently in the evening breeze, its expression delightfully eerie. 

The porch was draped with thick, wispy cobwebs that shimmered in the fading light, creating an elaborate, spooky atmosphere. Jack-o'-lanterns flickered with candlelight, casting playful shadows that danced on the walls.

“Oh my God,” you murmured, taking in the scene with astonishment.

“Wow,” Nat addedsaid, her eyes sparkling as she tried to draw Nikolai’s attention toward the decorations.

“Sure,” Yelena saidchimed in, her tone an uninterested contrast to the festive surroundings. She was unimpressed but unable to hide a slight smirk as she surveyed the porch.

You rapped your knuckles against the front door, the sound echoing in the quiet evening. Inside, you could hear the faint rustling of movement.

“Who’s there?” Alexi’s voice called through the door, a hint of playfulness lacing his tone.

“It’s us, Dad!” Natasha replied, her voice bright with anticipation. “Open the door!”

A mischievous grin crept across his face as he asked, “What’s the password?”

“For God’s sake,” Yelena exasperated. “It’s not a password, you doofus.”

“Yes, it is! You must request a trick or a treat!” Alexi exclaimed. 

“Oh my God,” Yelena muttered.

“Come on, he's having fun,” you said, playfully nudging your sister-in-law.

“Trick or Treat!” You all said in unison. 

“There it is!” Alexi exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement. As the door creaked open, a gust of cool air brushed against him, revealing the striking scene behind it. He stood proudly in a tattered suit, his face painted a ghostly green with jagged scars across his cheeks. Beside him, Melina embodied the essence of Frankenstein's bride, her hair teased into an unkempt frenzy, and her tattered and white gown seemed to flutter like a ghostly veil. Together, they made a captivating, spooky pair.

“There’s my little champion!” Alexi boomed, a wide grin lighting up his face as he knelt to get a closer look at Nikolai. “He’s growing bigger and stronger every day, just like his grandpa!”

“Wow, you two look fantastic!” you said.

“Thank you, so do you three, darling,” Melina replied. “I wasn’t sure about the hair being a bit much, but your father insisted it was the way to go. Now, hand me, my grandson!”

As Natasha gently placed Nikolai in Melina's arms, his expression shifted. When he saw her, his lower lip quivered, and a loud wail escaped him.

“I guess the hair was too much, Mama,” Yelena teased as she patted her mother on the shoulder and strolled past her into the warmth of the house.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she examined the candy bowl. “Full-size candy bars? The kids are going to remember this house!” 

Melina chuckled, shaking her head. “Let’s just say your father went overboard at the store. That’s the last time I let him handle the Halloween shopping.”

“But look at the stash!” Alexi declared, brandishing a handful of full-size Reese’s, Kit-Kats, Snickers, and even a king-size bag of M&M’s. “I love America! You’d never find treats like this back in Russia!”

You, Yelena, and Nat took turns answering the door. A parade of enchanting costumes continuously greeted you. Wizards, witches, ghosts, and even a flawlessly dressed Black Widow appeared—though she had no clue that Natasha Romanoff herself, had just handed her a Kit Kat bar.

After snapping some more entertaining family photos to frame and cherish, you bid farewell to Alexi and Melina and made your way to the Avengers' Compound for more Halloween hijinks. 

*^~^*

The compound's exterior was bathed in an eerie orange glow, with cobwebs covering the walls and jack-o'-lanterns lining the walkway. As the elevator doors slid open, you were met by an enveloping darkness—the common area was shrouded in shadows.

“Friday, what’s going on with the lights?” Natasha called out. She held Nikolai snugly against her chest, his head nestled against her shoulder. The silence that followed left her question hanging in the air.

“FRIDAY, vklyuchi chertov svet! (Turn on the fucking lights!) Yelena shouted, her patience wearing thin.

A playful smirk danced across your lips as you teased at your sister-in-law. “Oh, come on, she’s not Russian.”

Yelena shot back, her eyes narrowing, “She’s not even a she!”

Out of nowhere, Clint jumped out, dressed as a mummy. His voice booming, “Boo!” 

The three of you leaped a foot into the air at Clint’s sudden jumpscare. Little Nikolai burst into tears, his tiny hands clutching Nat’s costume desperately. Streams of glistening tears cascaded down his cheeks as he buried his face deep into Mama’s neck, seeking the comfort and safety of her warm embrace.

“What the hell, Clint?” you shouted in disbelief.

With a calm demeanor, Natasha passed little Nik into your arms, “Here, hold our son, Y/N. I have to kill my best friend.” 

Natasha fixed her piercing gaze on Clint, a look she typically reserved for her enemies. “Come here,” she said, her voice low and determined.

“It was just a bit of Halloween fun!” Clint protested, inching backward with a sheepish grin.

Yelena stepped forward beside her sister. “You’re going to regret I didn't kill you the first time, Barton.”

“Uh-oh,” Clint muttered, the realization dawning on him.

Suddenly, the room burst into brilliant light, illuminating the rest of the team. Everyone's eyes were glued to Natasha and Yelena as they sprinted after Clint, who was darting around the furniture in a desperate dance of evasion.

“Why are two Victorian ladies chasing Clint?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Dressed in a sleek, high-tech vampire costume.

“What in the world are you talking about, Mr. Stark?” Peter exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief as he fiddled with the bow and arrow on his Kate Bishop costume. “Those are the Sanderson sisters from Hocus Pocus! You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“Ooooh… right, I don’t know what that is,” Tony admitted with a sheepish grin, his vampire fangs showing.

“Come on! It's a Halloween cult classic from '93!" Kate added as she fumbled to peel off the Spider-Man mask that clung stubbornly to her face. "Seriously, Peter, how on earth do you breathe in that thing?”

“Yeah, well, I was a bit preoccupied with taking over Stark Industries and having sex to catch up on movies,” Tony shot back.

“Ladies!” Steve suddenly shouted, his commanding voice cutting through the chaos. Natasha and Yelena halted as Clint dove behind the super soldier dressed as a patriotic zombie.

Meanwhile, Wanda approached you with a warm smile. The redhead looked fantastic dressed as Lucille Ball. She wrapped her arms around you and gently rubbed small circles on Nik’s back, soothing him as his tears slowly faded. He reached out for the Scarlet Witch, tiny fingers grasping at her.

“You are amazing!” you cheered as Wanda tenderly embraced your son.

Wanda smiled, a twinkle in her eye. “Lots of practice,” she replied, her voice soft and reassuring. 

*^~^*

Colorful cocktails flowed freely, with standout creations like the "Avengers' Punch," a fruity concoction brimming with berries and citrus, and the bold "Hulk's Smash," a vivid green drink that packed a punch. 

The buffet table was a feast for the eyes, adorned with creatively named dishes courtesy of Pepper. Guests indulged in "Iron Man" sliders—juicy mini-burgers topped with zesty sauces—and "Super Soldier" salads, artfully arranged with fresh greens, colorful veggies, and a rainbow of dressings. To satisfy every sweet tooth, the selection of "Gamma-Sized" desserts included towering cupcakes and decadent orange and black sugar cookies.

Cradling Nikolai in your arms, you couldn't help but smile as you watched Thor energetically bob for apples. Each time he emerged from the bucket, his face gleaming with water, an apple clenched between his teeth, Nik erupted into giggles. 

“Nikolai Odison!” Thor exclaimed, his voice booming with warmth as he wiped the drops of water from his face. With a playful grin, he scooped your son into his strong arms; Thor chuckled as he looked down at the little boy. “How’s my little namesake? Not giving your mommies a tough time, are you?” he asked. 

“He's growing so fast,” you admitted, a mix of excitement and disbelief in your voice. “We think he might start crawling any day now.”

“Once that little guy is mobile, you two are done for,” Sam teased, adjusting his Sherlock Holmes cap with a knowing smirk.

“I know, right?” Natasha sighed, a playful grin on her face. “That’s why all of you will take turns babysitting in the future. 

“Anytime, you two,” Bucky said with a playful grin, effortlessly spinning the bowler hat from his Watson costume around his finger like a basketball, its brim catching the light with each smooth rotation.

“Excuse me?” Tony interjected with an exaggerated hand raise. “Hi! I don’t babysit. I’ve got my own little one to keep alive,” he said, gesturing to Morgan.

“Fair point,” Natasha replied in mock seriousness. “But then I guess we should fill Pepper in about some of your party boy dalliances.”

“Ha! She’s fully aware,” Tony shot back, a cheeky grin on his face. “Who do you think had their clothes dry cleaned and called a car for them the next morning?”

“Even for Mardi Gras ’96?” Natasha asked, arching an eyebrow playfully.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Tony said, leaning in as if bracing for the punchline.

“Try me,” Natasha replied, her expression unyielding.

After a moment of silence, Tony relented. “So, what bedtime stories does he like?” 

“Goodnight Moon is reigning supreme right now,” Natasha said, smirking as she lightly tapped Tony’s cheek in appreciation.

*^~^*

As Yelena finished sampling a colorful assortment of candy from Morgan’s overflowing Halloween loot bag, the vibrant wrappers crinkling in her hands, you could sense it was time to head home. Nikolai let out a tiny, adorable yawn, nuzzling his head into the comforting curve of your shoulder.

Fortunately, you had the foresight to pack his cozy pajamas, so you gently changed him, the soft fabric a perfect embrace for his sleepy frame. After completing the task, you exchanged quiet goodbyes with everyone. By the time you and Natasha dropped Yelena off at home, little Nik had already drifted into the sweet world of dreams, his soft breaths a lullaby to the peaceful night.

Once back home, you and Natasha took extra care as you cradled your baby boy. Together, you placed him carefully into his crib, ensuring he was nestled snugly beneath his favorite blanket. With meticulous silence, you both tiptoed out of his room, the faint glow of the nightlight casting a warm, soothing light as you closed the door softly behind you.

You both removed your costumes, the vibrant colors replaced by cozy pajamas as you settled down for the night.

“So, what do you think of Nikolai’s first Halloween?” Natasha asked, snuggling up next to you in bed.

“It was magical,” you replied, a contented smile spreading across your face. 

“I agree,” Natasha nodded eagerly. “Those photos will be the cutest addition to his baby book.”

With a playful sigh, you added, “The only thing I regretted was not bringing any candy home.” 

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin playing on her lips. “Oh, you mean for that secret stash hidden in the lettuce crisper?”

You smirked back at her, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re not interested in any of this chocolate I brought home?” She held up a tempting selection: a Hershey Bar, a pack of Reese’s, a bag of M&M’s, and a Kit Kat, all glistening with sugary allure from beside the bed.

Your eyes sparkled with excitement at the sight of the treats. “Oh, I never said that!” you replied, a grin on your face.

“Thought so,” Natasha teased, leaning in closer and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “Happy Halloween, Y/N.”

“Happy Halloween, Nat,” you returned, a warmth blooming in your chest as you savored the family moment—and the candy.

[azure-firecracker]

Fic Rec Roundup!

In honor of my going off to college (my posts will be slowing down), and finishing 3 seasons of TXF, I asked y’all what sort of “special post” you wanted me to make. You voted on a roundup of some of my favorite TXF fics, so here it is! Prepare to watch me gush profusely about the phenomenal writers in this fandom.

This will be in chronological order, so first time watchers like me need not fear spoilers:)

I’m not including my own writing here, but you can find it in my masterpost.

Without further ado, let’s get into the fics!

Season 1:

starstruck by @thursdayinspace (General Audiences, 671 words): Set post-Pilot. The title says it all. This is quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever read.

Something Bigger Than Us by Mungo_of_Maundery (General Audiences, 721 words): A nice coda to Deep Throat after Scully rescues Mulder from the air base. Internal monologue is great.

humans in nature by @theswisscheeserag (General Audiences, 2,733 words): Mulder and Scully’s conversations post The Jersey Devil. Philosophy mixed with fluff and some laugh-out-loud humor. Perfectly captures the vibe of early MSR.

Still Feeling My Father Ascend by @cecilysass (Teen and Up, 13,073 words): Mulder and Scully share some tender moments post Beyond the Sea. Both of them have a lot of healing to do, for different reasons. Some of my favorite MSR introspection can be found in this fic, and you can tell how much thought and care this author puts into the characterizations. There’s also several excellent funny moments - a true gem of a fic!

Egit Genius Loci by snow_and_rain (Teen and Up, 21,937 words): Case fic set right after Beyond the Sea. Featuring early-onset MSR, angst, mutual pining, and hurt/comfort. A little whimsical, a little eerie, a little sad.

Between Two Truths by @agent-troi (Teen and Up, 1,621 words): Missing scene from E.B.E after Scully’s speech to Mulder. An excellent internal monologue from Mulder’s POV followed by some top-tier MSR banter.

the progression (and regression) of first names by skuls (Teen and Up, 5,421 words): A series of vignettes exploring Scully and Mulder’s relationship as it evolves throughout Season 1. Pitch-perfect Scully characterization and several moments that really showcase her inner conflict fantastically, but also many wonderfully tender MSR scenes (keep an eye out for the coffee scene - my favorite!)

never learned to read your mind by @swinging-stars-from-satellites (General Audiences, 1,071 words): An alternate version of Season 1 where Scully leaves after Deep Throat. Profound, heartwarming, wistful and a bit sad, this takes an interesting concept and really tugs at your heartstrings.

Season 2:

distractions by @thursdayinspace (General Audiences, 1,181 words): Post-abduction. Mulder does his best to help. Absolutely heart-melting, sweet and tender and a little sad too.

The Safety of Guilt by the_status_clo (Teen and Up, 732 words): Mulder’s guilt post-abduction. Do you like to feel miserable? Do you like to slip into a pit of unwavering guilt and wallow in beautiful words? Read this!

Redial by @theswisscheeserag (Teen and Up, 7,423 words): A frequent reread of mine! Set during Mulder and Scully’s quarantine post-Firewalker and told through a series of phone calls. This fic has everything you could possibly want: introspection, angst, fluff, humor, friendship and romance all mixed into one…it’s just really good in 1000 different ways. Endlessly rereadable.

until it heals by @actual-changeling (Teen and Up, 2,351 words): A post-Irresistible fic that captures all of the poetry, panic, and drama that is Season 2 MSR. Incredibly tender with some stunning inner monologue moments. A perfect coda to my favorite episode.

Authority and Gravity by Xecotcovach (Teen and Up, 2,338 words): Another excellent fic where Scully (with Mulder’s help) tries to deal with some of her season 2 trauma. Their dynamic here is very tender and their banter is just the right amount of sassy and quippy. Set after Fresh Bones.

If You’re Sinking, I Will Jump Right Over by SammyLovesASOIAF (Teen and Up, 1,642 words): An alternate version of End Game where things go…badly-but then Mulder has to confront his emotions!An interesting alternative, angst with a happy ending. Lovely poetic language; I have some lines from this that I remember word-for-word.

Our Town by @leiascully (Teen and Up, 813 words): Scully’s thoughts during and after the climax of Our Town. Very in-character, appropriately intense, really conveys the fear and desperation intertwined with Season 2 MSR.

Season 3:

Light in Dark Places by @agent-troi (Teen and Up, 2,697 words): Set in Season 3 but it’s really about Irresistible and Scully’s insecurities in general. Peak hurt/comfort, this one makes your heart hurt in the best possible way, and then it feels like a warm hug with the resolution.

Got You(r) Back by @shearmouth (Teen and Up, 4,933 words): This is THE injury fic for me. Set post-731. The hurt/comfort levels in here are unmatched. Scully’s internal monologue is perfect. Mulder is an actual puppy and Scully takes care of him and it makes my heart melt in all of the right ways.

stay close, listen by @actual-changeling (Teen and Up, 2,667 words): Post Pusher. Very angsty, but in the best possible way and with an extremely satisfying resolution. This fic definitely wins best-written: it’s essentially poetry, and its uses of metaphor and literary references are stunning. I can’t recommend this enough.

find me defenseless by @impulsive-astrophile (Mature, 7,421 words): Case fic! Do you like Mulder torture? Do you like badass Scully? If so, you will love this fic because it has both in spades (plus-spoilers-a wonderful ending to make up for the pain). Whenever I’m fed up with the show’s kidnapping ratio, I read this: it’s probably my most frequent reread. I will say that it is more violent than anything I’ve written, so be aware.

Unconfirmed timing but spoiler-free:

unravelling by @actual-changeling (General Audiences, 2,208 words): Scully wakes up to a familiar voice theorizing on her television. What follows is as sweet and humorous as it is charged and just a little tragic.

Shakespirited by orphan_account (Teen and Up, 13,670 words): A fic that I’m pretty sure was written specifically for me. Mulder and Scully go undercover in a Shakespeare troupe plagued by strange murders. If you like TXF and are a Shakespeare nerd, you will love this. Definition of a good time (but there’s some angst too-how could there not be?) I think there are some minor spoilers in here, but nothing to really tell you anything as long as you’ve seen up to Anasazi.

Sometimes You Need to Have Fun by @baronessblixen (Teen and Up, 1,192 words): Fluff written by the queen of fluff herself! Mulder and Scully go ice skating. It’s as adorable and sappy as it sounds.

Stupid Cupid by @mulderwearingglasses (General Audiences, 5,325 words): A Valentine’s Day fic! This features jealous Scully (a delight) as well as some excellent humor and fluff. Overall just a lovely time. There may be some minor spoilers in here, but nothing that told me anything.

[whorediaries-09]

girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

My Marcus thoughts involve rope

yeah…Roman Shibari with Marcus…. mmmmmmm

Oops..started drifting there

⤷ Credits: the ask

Marcus Acacius x F!reader | WC : 1.1k | Proof read : YES | Navigation | Notifications | asks : OPEN |

Summary: PWP

Warnings: SMUT, creampie, shibari, praise, degradation, switch vibes

A/n: ok so this took a sec bc research i hope you like it

“Oh shit,” you moaned, riding Marcus with a feverish determination. His hands were tied securely behind his back, but that didn’t stop his hips from driving up into you with brutal force. Each thrust was relentless, his cock filling you completely, pushing you towards the edge.

“Fuck, tight little thing,” Marcus groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Need you to beg for me, baby.”

“Please, please, sir,” you gasped, your voice trembling with desperation. “Please, I-I want it!”

The stimulation was overwhelming, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. Normally, Marcus would be down for the count after one or two big O’s, but now his chest was heaving, his hips maintaining a punishing pace against yours. Your walls were slick with a mix of your juices and his, the milky ropes of his arousal creating an obscene symphony of wet sounds with each thrust.

You could feel the pressure building, your body on the brink of shattering pleasure. “Sweetheart,” you panted, looking down at Marcus with wide, pleading eyes.

“Yeah?” he smirked, his eyes dark with desire.

“My hands,” you breathed, needing a moment to collect yourself.

“Oh right,” you murmured, sliding off him. You felt his cum dripping down your thigh as you untied his hands, your fingers trembling with anticipation. Just as you started to wrap up the rope, he stopped you, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“What?” you asked, your heart racing.

Marcus’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of mischief and hunger. “We’re not done yet,” he growled, grabbing the rope from your hands. He pulled you back towards him, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. His hands, now free, roamed over your body, igniting every nerve ending in their path.

He spun you around, pushing you down onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. “You think you can just untie me and walk away?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. His hands, now free, moved with a practiced ease, quickly securing your wrists together with the rope.

You felt a thrill of anticipation as Marcus’s fingers danced over your skin, expertly wrapping the rope around your body in intricate patterns. The sensation was electrifying, each loop and knot sending shivers down your spine. He worked with a focused intensity, binding you in a beautiful and intricate shibari hold that left you feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated.

As he finished the final knot, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. He trailed his fingers along the lines of the rope, each touch igniting a fire within you.

Marcus leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “How does that feel, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive purr.

“It’s… amazing,” you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest. The tightness of the ropes, combined with the anticipation of what was to come, was almost too much to bear.

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. “Good,” he said. “Now, let’s see how much pleasure you can handle.”

With that, Marcus positioned himself behind you once more. He slid his hard length against your wet heat, teasing you mercilessly, his cock slick with your combined juices from earlier. When he pulled back, he paused with the tip at your entrance, making you ache with anticipation. You tilted your hips, desperate for him, and he nestled the weeping head of his cock right at your core. His hand guided his shaft until he was lined up perfectly.

He slowly pushed halfway into you, and you sharply inhaled as his girth stretched your inner walls. The sensation of his fresh release still inside you added to the intense feeling, making you even more sensitive. He retreated an inch or two, sliding his free hand under your neck, then clamping it over your mouth as he plunged into you full force. You moaned into his hand, the sound muffled but still audible, a raw expression of the pleasure coursing through you.

The obscene squelching noises filled the room as his cock slid in and out, mixing with the wet, lewd sounds of your bodies colliding. Marcus groaned, the vibrations traveling through his chest into your back. "Fuck, you’re so tight," he growled, each word dripping with lust. "Need you to beg for me, baby."

"Please, please, sir," you answered quickly, your voice trembling against his hand. "Please, I-I want it!"

He chuckled darkly, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into you. "Look at you," he taunted, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Moments ago, you were in control, riding me like you owned me. Now, you're just a mess under me, aren't you?"

His words, combined with his relentless thrusts, sent you spiraling. He drove into you over and over, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful stroke. "My girl's takin' it so well, ain't she? Made for getting fucked."

His pace was brutal, each thrust hitting deep, his cock filling you completely. "God, you're so fuckin' tight, squeezing me so good, baby."

You could barely think, the pleasure overwhelming, every nerve ending alight. "Soak my dick, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Get it wet. Mhm, just like that."

Your body responded instinctively, your arousal slicking his length as he pounded into you. The sounds of your bodies meeting were obscene, wet and raw. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

"Beg for it," he demanded, his thrusts becoming even more urgent. "Beg for me to let you come."

"Please," you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath. "Please, Marcus, I need it. I need to come."

"That's it, baby," he purred, his hand moving from your mouth to your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

The combination of his cock and his fingers pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing around him, squeezing him tight. Marcus groaned, a primal sound of satisfaction, as he continued to drive into you, prolonging your pleasure.

He followed you into bliss, his release filling you as he shuddered with the force of his climax. He collapsed beside you, both of you panting and spent. For a moment, you lay there in silence, the only sound the rapid beating of your hearts.

Finally, Marcus reached over to untie the ropes, his fingers gentle as they worked to free you. “You okay?” he asked, concern mingling with the afterglow of satisfaction in his eyes.

“More than okay,” you replied, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. “That was… incredible.”

Marcus pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a tender embrace. “Good,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

[cambion-companion]

Hello, did you see the viral tweet where they say that Helena did not see the evil/sarcasm in Aemond because she never saw it like that? it could be a request in the same scenario where the reader ( wife, you decide if she is a sister, cousin, niece or from another house ) is a sunshine and maybe it could be combined where in a fight or frustrated aemond he puts all his frustration on her and shows that hidden side? I love the angst but with a happy ending. Thank you

You lovely people are making me giddy with all your wonderful compliments, thank you! @lauraneedstochill made an excellent point that Aemond wouldn't be an asshole to who he loves...that's why I am struggling so much with this plotline haha I have to come up with something believable and he's not making it easy!

Aemond x fem!reader | angst to smut | 18+ only | reader getting bent over and her guts rearranged

“Aemond, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself!”

“That’s not my point, Y/N!”

The two of you stood facing each other, hands balled into fists at your sides, glaring daggers.  You had taken a trip, unbeknownst to your husband, to Flea Bottom, visiting the orphanage there to bring food and toys to the children.

“Did you at least have guards with you?”  Aemond asked, tilting his head while his violet eye widened.

You hesitated, knowing full well you had not thought to bring a retinue of guardsmen.

Aemond looked to the ceiling as if praying for strength as he ran a hand through his silver hair.  “Gods help me, Y/N, you will be the death of me.”

“I am here, aren’t I?”  You cried, tossing aside the shawl you’d worn to the inner city. “Alive and well.”

“So the rumors I heard are untrue?”  Your husband pierced you with his keen gaze, folding his arms tight across his chest.  

He had already donned his long coat and sword by the time you got back, panting from the exertion of running.  A group of men had indeed interrupted your time with the children, their sole aim to capture and hold you for ransom.  Exactly how Aemond had heard that before you had even returned to the Keep only attested to the many eyes and ears in the city that belonged to the royal family.

“Y/N?”  His voice was low, daring you to deny it.

“I…”  You locked eyes with him, jutting your chin out in defiance. “As I have already said, I am safe. I-”

“You are a fool!”  Aemond barked, striding toward you, scaring you backwards with the suddenness of his movement.  He reached out as if to take your shoulders in his hands but dropped his arms at the last moment, instead leaning down into your space, his eye narrowed in anger. “A naive child.  To risk everything on a whim.  You could have been killed, or worse!”  Aemond smoothed a hand over his head again, turning his back on your shocked and hurt expression.

“I am not a child.”  You whispered, your face burning as you stared at Aemond’s tense shoulders.  “I wanted to help.”

Aemond raised a gloved hand, signaling you to stop speaking.  He shook his head, not speaking as he strode to the open door.  He didn’t so much as spare you a glance before he disappeared into the corridor beyond.  

“Shit.”  You muttered to the empty room. “He’s pissed.”

Your heart twisted; the image of his anger fresh in your mind’s eye. The underlying fear you had seen on his face sent a fresh weight of guilt crashing in your chest.  You had been in the wrong, he was right, you had risked everything…not even thinking to bring guards to the orphanage or telling your husband where you were going.

You couldn’t remain still, instead choosing to walk aimlessly down the stone hallways.  Your feet found themselves outside Alicent’s reading room, the one she so often occupied.  You raised a fist and knocked softly, wondering if you would get a response.  

“Come in.”  Came the soft reply.

Alicent was perched upon a sofa beside the flickering fire, a small book in her delicate hands.  She looked up at you, a small knowing smile upon her face, her brown eyes alight with sympathy. “Sit with me, Y/N.”  She marked her place before setting her book aside, patting the cushions next to where she sat invitingly.

You took a seat, looking from her face to the burning flames, the threat of tears still present behind your eyes.  “Where…?

“He took Vhagar out flying.”

“Oh.”  Your voice was small.

Alicent reached over and began rubbing small circles into your back. “He worries for your safety, Y/N.”  She ducked her head to find your eyes. “He loves you very much, you know.”

You nodded, throat constricting, fighting valiantly against the urge to cry.  Alicent’s face softened as she opened her arms to you.  She rocked you slightly as your own mother would, murmuring soothing words into your hair as you embraced her. She took your arms, steadying you as you straightened back up. “Aemond will still be cross with you when he returns.  Make sure he knows you won’t make that kind of mistake again, alright?”

“Yes.”  You spent a few more silent moments with your mother-in-law, sitting amiably with each other.  

As Alicent picked up her book to resume reading, you stood, brushing your skirts and making your way back into the hallway.  You were grateful for her counsel, Alicent knew Aemond better than anyone in the world.

The hour grew late, you had spent most of it pacing before your bedroom fireplace, chewing on your nails.  Aemond did not return, not even as the moon rose high in the dark sky.  As the flames in your hearth began to dwindle into burning embers, you finally changed into your gossamer nightgown, slipping beneath the covers.  You lay awake a long time before sleep took you, still waiting for the telltale opening of your chamber door heralding the return of your husband.

Warm hands caressing the skin of your thighs, digging into your supple flesh with firm fingers, roused you from a deep sleep.  You groaned, rolling onto your back, your eyes flickering blearily open to see Aemond sitting above you.  His anger appeared to be mostly gone, save for the pursed lips and steely glint lingering within his eye as he watched you wake.  His hands continued to knead and probe at you, trailing up to your breasts, squeezing hard enough to elicit a mewl from your mouth.  

“Aemond.” You hissed, beginning to rise into a sitting position only for him to swoop down upon you, pinning your wrists to the pillow above your head.  

His long hair, illuminated in the moonlight, tickled your shoulders as he leaned down, his breath ghosting across your open mouth. “You vex me to no end, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry.”  You wriggled beneath his heavy weight, your chest heaving as you panted. “I wasn’t thinking!”

“No.”  Aemond kissed you with such fervor it stole the breath from your lungs.  “You weren’t.”  His one hand continued to hold your wrists together while he sucked bruising kisses to the column of your neck.  “I can also tell you’re not sorry, nor do you think you were in the wrong.”  He cupped your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at him as you attempted to turn your head. “Those eyes of yours say it all, Y/N.”  Aemond kissed your lips roughly, dragging at your bottom lip with his teeth. “You can never hide your thoughts from me.”

“Is that so?”  In a fluid movement you wrapped your legs around Aemond’s torso, pulling and pushing in equal measure, catching him off-guard enough to flip him underneath you.  You blew strands of hair off your face, your hands now splayed across his bare chest, straddling him triumphantly. “Bet you didn’t see that coming.”

Aemond made a low dangerous noise in his throat, a thin smirk curving his plush lips as he studied you, his hair a mess on the pillow and across his angular face. With seemingly little effort Aemond rose from the bed, his hands grasping your thighs to keep you flush against him as he found his feet.  You let out an undignified squeak, throwing your arms around his neck to keep from falling backward.  

Aemond walked to the wall, pressing your back against it non to gently, releasing your legs to instead grip your throat, applying gentle pressure, coaxing your chin up so he could capture your parted lips in another searing kiss.  You felt Aemond’s knee between your thighs, moving in tandem with you as you ground your heat down upon him, desperately seeking friction.  

His long fingers stroked a fiery path along the skin of your stomach, dipping down to the junction of your legs.  You jerked against his touch as he dipped into your slickness, rubbing languid circles against your swollen clit.  Aemond pulled away from your searching lips enough so he could watch your wanton expression with his hooded eye, your mouths barely touching as you breathed each other in.

He pressed into your quivering cunt, two of his fingers diving deep and curling against the spot that brought stars to your eyes. “Aemond.” You murmured, your eyes rolling shut as you felt your climax approaching, his other hand still holding your throat.

Aemond removed his fingers from you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.  With a whimper of frustration, you opened your eyes to glare at him.

“You think yourself deserving of a swift release?”  Aemond quirked a brow at you, that damned smirk back on his beautifully wicked face.  

“I’m close…”  You reached down with your hand to try and pleasure yourself, but he caught your wrist, stopping you. “To giving you a swift kick to the groin.”  You snarled, fighting once more to free yourself from Aemond’s firm grasp.

He chuckled at that.  “You have enough fire to counter that of a dragon, Y/N.” Aemond spun you around roughly, your chest now pressing against the wall as he freed himself from his trousers.  “Bend over.”

Heat pooled in your belly, yet stubbornness prevailed, and you remained rigidly upright, your head turned to watch him from your periphery.  

“If you want to cum at all tonight, you will do as I say.”  Aemond’s voice was dangerously low as he spoke in your ear, his body pressed flush to yours as he pulled at your hips with his hands.  

You obeyed, your hands pressing against the stone wall as you allowed Aemond to pull you back while pushing you down, bowing your body beneath his.  You shivered, feeling his teeth and lips brushing along the exposed skin of your neck and back.  The head of his leaking member brushed your folds as Aemond lined himself to your wanting entrance.  He slowly pushed into you, agonizingly slow, until he was seated fully within your cunt.  Aemond held your hips firm as you tried to move against him, reveling in the warmth of your walls around his twitching member.  “Gods.”  He breathed.  “I could fill you with little more than just this.”

“Aemond, please.”  You didn’t beg often; he didn’t give you many reasons to.  But tonight was proving to be a unique situation.

His hands gripped the dip of your waist tighter as he pulled out of you just to sink right back in, a hiss of pleasure escaping his mouth.  “You’re so ready for me, Y/N.” He pumped into you again, taking his time, enjoying the sweet moans he dragged from your lips with each thrust.

You pressed your forehead against the wall, one of your hands reaching back to grasp at Aemond’s wrist.

“Do you need me to fuck you harder?”  

The filth of his words sent a quivering spasm to your core, Aemond grunting as you squeezed against his cock.  

“Please.”  It seemed to be the only word you could say; the only phrase you could think.  “Please Aemond.”

He rutted into you, making you gasp with the sudden force of his strokes as he increased the pace.  Your breasts bounced as he fucked you against the wall, his hands coming to hold them in place as he pressed his chest flush against your back.  Aemond mouthed at the flesh of your neck, pulling you to stand straight as he continued the demanding pace.  

“Look at me.”  His hand was at your throat once more as you turned your head to look at him.  His lips brushed yours as he looked down upon you. “Promise me you won’t stray into danger again.”  

“I-ah!”  Your hands clutched at his torso, your walls tightening around him. “I-”

“If you want me to give you release, promise me.”  Aemond’s breathing was heavy against your open mouth, he was just as close to his climax as you.  

“I promise…Aemond.” You gasped, his tongue flicking out to taste the nectar of your lips as your orgasm began crashing over you. “I promise.”  You said over and over as, legs shaking, you began to cum around him, your clenching walls milking the seed from him as he came with you.  He held you steady, his firm arms around your chest as you bent forward once more, the force of your orgasm taking hold of your trembling body.  Aemond continued to stroke deeply into you; once, twice, three times more, each motion sending a new shockwave to your center.  Finally satisfied, he stilled, his softening manhood buried to the hilt as you both slowly came down from your high.

When Aemond pulled out, allowing you to stand straight, you felt his hot seed escaping your used quim, trickling down your legs.  You turned your body, pressing against him as your lips found his.  “I am sorry, Aemond.”  You murmured, his soft expression prompting you to speak. “I never meant to cause you such worry.”

“I know, my love.”  He whispered, his eye flicking between your own. “All is forgiven.”  

He kissed you again, you felt his fingers scoop up the cum escaping from you and pushing it back into your cunt.  You shivered against him, newly aroused at this unexpected action.  He swept you up into his arms, depositing you back onto the bed and crawling atop you once more.  “I’m not finished with you, however.”  He grinned slyly, his hands spreading your legs for him to push long fingers back into your wet heat.  You arched up into his touch, already feeling a fresh wave of arousal.

Aemond kissed you deeply, drinking down your gasps of pleasure as he scooped more of his seed from your thigh and pressed it back where he wanted it most.  “There are still a few lessons I’m sure I can teach you before the dawn breaks.”  He chuckled sinfully against your mouth. “Roll onto your stomach for me, my love.”

[mori233]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!𝐅𝐄𝐌.

𝑻𝑾: 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒆𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑.

•Alastor Arawn, known as the most feared and respected hitman in the criminal underworld, was an imposing figure. With his impressive appearance, he was a handsome man, tall and with a strong and toned physique. Always dressed in an impeccable black suit, his deep blue eyes like the ocean stood out on his face, highlighting his prominent dark circles. His black hair was always perfectly groomed.

• However, behind this intimidating appearance, Alastor carried a difficult and abusive life story. He had never known true love, except for the crumbs his broken mother had given him. Her voice echoed in his dark thoughts, reminding him that when he found someone to love, it should be different from his father. Never hurt, only love unconditionally, giving everything he had.

• Despite his solitary life, Alastor dreamed of having a normal life with someone to love. However, he knew that this was an unattainable wish given the world he lived in. Despite this, he continued to yearn for love, his heart aching at times, an eternal struggle against his thoughts.

• Despite his dedication to work, Alastor accumulated a considerable fortune. However, he never spent his money on anything, preferring to save it. This choice resulted in his rise to billionaire status, and he ended up buying a mansion in one of the city's wealthiest neighborhoods. The house was discreet, just like the people who inhabited it.

•Highly trained in the art of killing, Alastor always came out victorious in his missions. His life was constantly at stake in the dangerous underworld game, but he effortlessly eliminated his opponents. He was a constant threat to those who tried to take him down, always one step ahead.

•Alastor possessed a sharp intelligence for reading people, especially those who sought him out for their own gains. His keen instinct allowed him to identify the motivations and true intentions of anyone who crossed his path. He knew he couldn't easily trust the people around him, being cautious and always acting with extreme suspicion.

•Despite his painful and dark life in the criminal underworld, Alastor Arawn harbored a burning desire for love and a different life. He was a feared and respected figure, but also someone who longed to find someone who would love him unconditionally, accepting him in his entirety, including his inner demons. For now, he would continue his lonely journey, always staying alert and readily willing to protect the only thing that truly mattered: his own life.

•At least until you arrived, my beautiful wife, Alastor's story took on a new chapter. He remembered so well the first time he saw you, that memory was one of the most cherished among all he had by his side.

•On that day, Alastor was on one of his missions, tasked with eliminating a low-level criminal. However, there was a small problem: the target was about to perform in an orchestra concert. Alastor knew he had to act with caution.

•He entered the grand concert venue, a place lavishly decorated with the luxuries of society. Powerful individuals were present, but he knew they weren't from the underworld, as the government hid that reality from the population to avoid chaos. But Alastor was not there to dwell on that, he had a clear objective.

•Sitting discreetly behind the target, Alastor was able to appreciate the music that filled the room. Each instrument blended into a beautiful and enchanting melody. Curiously, as the music softly diminished, revealing even more incredible sounds, a new melody captured Alastor's keen ears. Definitely, someone stood out among all, maybe it was a piano, although the area where the person played was somewhat dark.

•The sweet and seductive melody touched the seemingly dead heart of Alastor. He was enchanted with every beat of his heart, just like the people around him who looked admirably at the new sound. Nevertheless, Alastor never forgot the real reason for being there, for having his target seated in front of him.

•Then, a light illuminated the skilled person playing the piano, revealing a beautiful woman elegantly dressed in a dress and high heels. Her fingers danced professionally across the keys of the black piano. Alastor opened his eyes, his heart racing as if it would burst. He was so enchanted to see you for the first time that, for a few minutes, he completely forgot his true purpose there.

•As soon as the performance ended, everyone stood up, including Alastor, to applaud standing up. His piercing blue eyes stared at every fiber of your being, he needed to find out more about you. As your target left, Alastor followed calmly, effortlessly, but his mind was completely focused on you, on the beautiful figure that seemed like an angel playing that piano.

•When the target passed through an alley, Alastor pulled out a gun with a built-in silencer from inside his suit and, with little effort, eliminated him. As soon as Alastor left the alley, the underworld "cleaners" quickly took care of cleaning the area and removing the target's body.

•Alastor became increasingly intrigued by you, perhaps that's the right word to describe his feeling towards you. He started investigating everything about you, attending all your piano performances. It was quite easy, considering you were a professional and extremely famous pianist.

•He always watched you from afar, but suddenly he couldn't stay away anymore. You became the only thing he would never allow to leave his life. Alastor collected information about you, discovering your likes, passions, your family, your favorite food, and even the address where you lived. He knew everything about you, while you had no idea who he was.

•The first time he approached you was strange. After one of your performances, you saw him, a tall man dressed in an elegant suit, approaching. Alastor was calm, though cautious. He found you so adorable, but the silence between you was awkward. Quickly, like a trained professional in various situations, he complimented you and gently kissed your hand.

•After that encounter, things started to go right for Alastor. The killer felt more and more enchanted by you. You were calm, reserved, and kind, rarely speaking. This made Alastor need to communicate more to get closer to you.

•However, one day, a man approached you and flirted shamelessly. This enraged the assassin. He smiled falsely kindly at the man and pushed him away from you. His mother's words echoed in his mind, no one would take you away from him. You were the only person he felt such strong and intense emotions for.

•Alastor had always lived a dangerous life filled with dark secrets. As a hitman, he learned to trust only himself and to hide his true intentions behind a charming mask.

•Alastor's feelings for you grew overwhelmingly, becoming stronger and uncontrollable. He was willing to do anything to keep you by his side, protected and safe from all the evil that could haunt you.

•As the days went by, you found yourself deeply enchanted by the mysterious man named Alastor Arawn. He was always present at all your performances, always watching you with a caring look. This gesture amazed you, and you couldn't deny that he was extremely handsome.

•The assassin, in turn, began to get more and more involved in your life. An idea began to take shape in his mind: to retire from the world of shadows and leave behind his life as a hitman. This decision was not easy, as it involved completing a mission considered impossible by many. However, Alastor managed to overcome it, showing his unmatched determination and skill.

•Alastor's retirement caused a great turmoil in the underworld of crime, after all, Joker had abandoned his career without leaving any traces or explanations. No one knew the true reason behind this decision, which further increased curiosity and speculations.

•After leaving everything behind, he finally entered into a relationship with you. Alastor was extremely affectionate, always spoiling, taking care of, and showing his love for you. You got married, becoming husband and wife, but even after the marriage, you never discovered your husband's true dark past.

•Alastor was skilled at hiding his sinful and dark emotions. You were his world, the beating heart that made him feel complete. He would do anything to ensure your safety, your love, and to have you by his side. To him, that was love. It was the kind of love he had always yearned for in his life, the love he thought he didn't deserve.

•Despite his gentle, patient, and understanding personality, Alastor also showed a certain level of paranoia. This was not surprising, given everything he had witnessed and faced in his life. He had tendencies of overprotection and traces of obsession, even after getting married. However, all of this could be overlooked with plenty of love and understanding. The issues that arose in your relationship were distinct.

•Alastor can also be an extremely dedicated husband. He is skilled in various areas. Alastor is also an excellent cook, cleans the house impeccably, and even knows how to sew. He always seeks to improve his skills to be useful to you.

•Furthermore, Alastor is extremely affectionate towards you. He loves to pamper you and showers you with care and attention. He takes pride in having you as his wife and sees you as the center of his world. Whenever possible, he whispers sweet words in your ear, reaffirming how special you are to him.

•However, beneath all this love and attention, hides Alastor's yandere side. He is capable of becoming obsessive and possessive to the point of becoming dangerous. He can't stand the idea of losing you or seeing you get involved with other people. These emotions can lead him to act violently or extremely to ensure that you are always by his side.

•"Mine, mine [Name], my goddess, my wife, I love how your fingers touch that piano. Can you teach me to play?."

[night-dazai]

Back Home

Summary: 2 weeks and the greatest sorcerer has not seen his pretty little lover, but while he was supposed to come home she leaves for a beach trip ....or....did she.

Long missions were something Gojo had always hated. He could not see his loved ones, and boring curses to fight and- “Ugh? Really? This is a grade A …the old farts,” he grumbled while killing the cruse and sipping his drink, “And this is sour,” he thought and looked 100% dissatisfied. That's when his phone rang, and blindfolded, dead eyes sparkled with joy reading your name.

“Hello love~ “ he chirped, tossing his drink into the nearest bin, and dusting his sleeves. “Huh… what? You are… going out?” He sounded horrified. The only thing he wanted after a long mission was you, the bed, and sex and if you go out now? You wouldn't be back for three days, how could he survive? “Hmm…fine. Get ready, all nice and pretty for me. How about you wear the black dress we bought a week ago? Yeah…you like that …of course, that's why I bought it. Now get ready.” He smirks, and cuts the call before you could respond.

It has been around thirty minutes, your bag for 2 nights and 3 days was ready and so were you. Your tight, black dress had a heart neck outlining your chest perfectly. You looked once more in the mirror and checked your dress. It was a girl’s trip plan, you, Shoko and Utahime were going to the beach. You didn’t really want to go, cause the next day gojo will come home after his 2 week long mission, and you wanted to greet him, but the girls insisted and you gave in.

As you were checking your bag, the front door opened “Shoko bedroom !” You shouted, not turning or even checking as to who came in, but suddenly two strong arms around your waist made you jump “AHH!” you shouted but your face was turned by rough hands, and the rest of your screams were swallowed by a hot kiss.

Fear and worry eased when you saw no eyes, but a dark blue blindfold and white hair sticking to the forehead. “GOJO!” You exclaimed, pushing his face and creating some space between the two of you. You could hear him whine due to the loss of touch. “Don't go…please….2 weeks … I suffered, I need you …” He begged, whiny. Soft lips on your neck left a few kisses as his hands roamed your body, legs trying to push you onto the bed. “No…I told them I would go. It has been so long since the 3 of us went out,” you said, trying to get him off you but it was of no use.

His lips found yours again while both of your hands got pinned above your head, his free hand removed his blindfold. “It is not long, but it will do,” he said. In an instant, the material was ripped and was tied perfectly like a bow on your wrists. “There, all better...my cute present is all ready for me.” He smiled like a kid who just got his birthday present.

Soft-looking rough hands roamed your hands massaging your breasts for a solid nine seconds, before ripping the martial into shreds. “GOJO NO!!” Your shouts fell on deaf ears “Please y/n …please.” He begged, pouting on your breasts while hands were on your inner thighs near your core but not touching you...yet.

You loved the dress, gojo picked it for you and it was really pretty but it's gone, you know he would buy you another one, why even the same one but…

“Fine. At least untie me,” you said, giving up. It had been 2 weeks and it was a lie if you said you also did not miss him and your fingers were not as good as his. “Ah… slow..slow down,” you said, while his long fingers abused your cunt, pace fast and harsh. “Come on, I am not in any mood for slow stuff,” he said. His voice was different and the glint in his eyes was definitely scary, but something made you more wet. “Oh..why is my sweet fucktoy clenching so hard?” He asked . One hand thrust in and out while the other abused your clit roughly and soon he pressed on that spot, making you see stars and having your first proper orgasm in two weeks.

With half-closed eyes and quivering legs, you tried to capture your breath. “Now now, don't pass out here,” he said, tapping his dick on your puffy clit. “Time to go in,” he said and before you could talk he was in. One thrust knocked all the air out of your lungs and your eyes rolled back. “Go-gojo….” you mumbled, trying anything to get him to slow down but now-

SLAP!

Had you screaming and freezing. “Behave,” he said. This was not the whiny cute gojo but the one who needs what he wants. As you tried to talk again.

SLAP ! SLAP !SLAP!

Your thighs which were red now had his sky-blue eyes going dark. “You look so lovely with my marks, '' he said, kissing the red handprints, and not stopping. From the start ,the pace was rough. His balls were slapping your ass, and while one hand pulled and twisted your nipple the other played with your clit from time to time.

“Look here …” hands pulled your chin to look at him.

Tears streamed down your face, the pleasure was overwhelming after the long break and nothing could leave your mouth other than porn-worthy moans, which just made him go harder. “I said look here “ he pressed your cheeks roughly when you did not open your eyes. Slowly, you opened your wet eyes, mascara running down, red lipstick smeared all over your mouth “Pretty..my pretty “ he mumbled before entering your mouth.

The kiss was hot, wet, and messy. His pace got a bit faster when you yelled into the kiss, sculpted hips thrusting into you at a faster pace, and the dick inside you was twitching for sure and suddenly he made sure to hit that one spot again and again, making you see stars… or heaven. You have no idea which it was.

Low grunts made you open your eyes to see your pretty boyfriend, sweat dripping down his face and model body, with white hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed, and chasing his high while hands holding your hips to ensure you don't run or move away in force. Hips rutting into your bruising, soon you could feel your second knot in the stomach and soon after you came he followed.

“Three seconds…break ???” you thought and opened your eyes to see him looking at your cunt, you could not move but you were sure he was watching his cum drip out of your hole “Go..gojo ?” You called out in a feeble voice. A childish smile formed on his face as he peeled his eyes from below and looked into your eyes, he adjusted his hips a little, hitting your spot again. “Ah..noo.. stop “ you whined while he leaned to kiss your forehead. “No? Love, we haven't even started for the night.” He said, still smiling and removed the knot on your hands.

You clasped your hands on his neck. “Please… I am dead tired,” you said, while he rose and sat you down on his lap, his dick going a little deeper. You hissed.

“But I am not,” he said, kissing your neck and leaving a hickey. With you on his lap he turned and leaned on the headboard, “Now just shut up and take it like a good girl,” he said through gritted teeth, thrusting you on his dick, biting your neck and leaving angry, red marks, while your manicured hands left marks on his pale, gold shoulders.

It was a very long ……… night and Utahime was sure to shout at Gojo the next day for spoiling your plans.

This is the results of the poll.

[pablitogavii]

Hiiiiii!!! I was wondering if you could write a soft smut for Gavi, like where he’s just so affectionate and takes care of the reader. Thank youuuu

Our promise

"Amor! It's just so beautiful!!" you said taking a video of the secret little beach that Pablo took you to knowing you would love to escape the crowds of Ibiza.

"Come here preciosa" Pablo was sitting in the little cave on the sand and you smiled rushing towards him and straddling his lap while hugging his strong shoulders tightly.

"You're the most special girl in my life princesa..I have never felt like this before" Pablo spoke while playing with your hair as you sat on his lap looking at his genuine eyes feeling your eyes fill with happy tears.

"Me too Pablito..I feel so loved when I'm with you..and I feel safe..I never want to lose this" you said touching his face and he leaned into your touch listening carefully to your words before holding your face and pulling it close for a kiss.

"We will never lose this mi amor..I promise" he said into your lips and you opened your eyes resting your forehead against his and smiling big.

"This is our promise?" you spoke moving a little on his lap and Pablo nodded kissing you again but this time with a bit more urgency and passion.

"Our promise princesa.." he whispered while you moved pressing yourself against him and making his hold tighten and his lips continue to devour your until you were laid on the same and he was hovering above you.

"I love you so much.." he spoke while kissing down your neck capturing your lips again from time to time as you both started to take off each other's clothes smiling and giggling whenever your eyes would meet.

"I love you too Pablo.." you replied moving his hair from his face while he was kissing down your body making your cheeks flushed and your head to fall back when he left wet kisses on your inner thighs.

He moved up taking out a condom from his wallet and you looked at him with blushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Being intimate with Pablo is something that always felt right but tonight it was more than that..it was like a movie scene you never wanted to end.

"Do you want it mi amor??" he said touching your face when he saw that you were lost in thought and you smiled at his concerned face moving up and kissing his lips in response.

"mhm..I just can't believe we are really here.." you said and he nodded smiling and kissing your lips passionately to distract you while getting deep inside of you and making your back arch in response, something he loved to feel.

"Believe it princesa..because it's real" he whispered into my ear while moving slowly letting me adjust and I moaned his name moving my fingers down his back as he picked up his pace making the whole night sensual and magical.

"I love every single part of you...your soft skin..little freckles on your chest..these curves that make me weak" Pablo praised while kissing your body and moving faster bringing you both closer to your edge and making the whole beach spin from the pleasure you felt.

"Pablo..p..please" you moaned feeling your high approaching and he held you tightly in his arms twisting you both around and making you sit on his lap with him still buried deep inside of you...and fuck did it feel good!

"You're absolutely beautiful..inside and out..and all mine!" Pablo picked up his face and your whole body contracted around him in response as you pulled onto his hair making him groan loudly.

Soon afterwards you were both holding onto each other for dear life riding your orgasm while moaning into each other's ears and falling back on the hot ground with you on top of his naked chest.

Pablo reached for his shirt putting it on your body before holding you close again and you watched the sunset in each others arms enjoying the sounds of the ocean waves...it was perfect.

"Te amo.." was said in between kisses and caresses as sun was slowly setting and the sky filled with golden shades that contrasted perfectly with ice blue ocean waves.

"Can I make you another promise mi amor??" Pablo interrupted the silence when the sun finally set and the two of you were alone in the darkness feeling peaceful in each other's company.

"Mhm.." you said looking up at him with big innocent eyes and he touched your cheek softly thinking to himself how lucky he was to have found you for himself.

"I promise to have a life with you..to have a home..and to travel the world with you on my shoulder..to make a family.." he spoke while you listened with flushed cheeks feeling your heart swell at his words. It was all you wanted as well..you wanted your life with Pablo by your side.

"I think you would be a great mom one day amor..even if we get the little boy who ends up being the same trouble make as me" Pablo said and you giggled rolling your eyes and moving closer to kiss his lips.

"He would be just as perfect as you.." you whisper into his lips and he blushed a little which wasn't an often occurrence so you savored it kissing his cheeks and then again his lips before laying back down onto his chest.

"I have a promise to make to you too" you said and he nods looking down into your eyes.

"I promise to love you more every single day..to always be there for you..to support you and cheer for you..and to give all of myself only to you" you spoke and he smiled nodding his head and kissing your lips again as you rested your foreheads together.

"Our promise?" he said and you smiled looking into his eyes.

"Our promise!" you replied before your lips collided once more.

I hope you like it cause it felt amazing to write it <33

[rafedaddy01]

Hey omg so I saw post and instantly thought about rafe, AND sending my fav blog a request!!!🤭💕💕

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“Oh fuck! Rafe!” You squeal as you clamp your fingernails into the sheets, tugging and pulling.

“Fucking beautiful” Rafes husky voice makes your eyes shoot open, landing on his hazed blue ones eying your bare nipples pebble.

“Fuc-k that fee-ls so goo-d” you shake as your orgasim approaches.

And suddenly it all stops.

“Rafe!” You groan as your head shakes side to side and hear his dark deep chuckle.

“Patience princess”

He outstretches his hand you take it.

He buttons up your shirt and helps you stand up, pocketing his phone for the time being.

“You have to finish dinner, and then I can have dessert” he growls as he nips at your bottom lip before fully capturing you mouth with his, his tongue dancing against yours and luring a moan out of your throat.

“Now.” he slaps your ass and you yelp before giggling and scurrying off the bed.

“Good girl” he says.

You walk out of the bedroom proud and head for the kitchen.

Suddenly your legs go numb as you freeze and grip the side of the hallway wall. “Fuck” you groan as you drop your head and the vibrations in your pants increases.

“Rafe!” You moan as your clit throbs and begs for s release.

“Dinner” he reminds you with a shout and a threatening tone.

You muster your courage and start taking small steps, the shifting movement making the vibrator hit every nerve perfectly.

“Shit shit shit” you take a deep breath and it suddenly stops and allows you enough time to start working.

An hour passes and you shift uncomfortably at the dinning room table as your wetness coats your inner thighs.

Rafe has been controlling the toy for hours on end, never letting up.

“Baby please” you moan as he increases the speed and intensity to 10.

“Just warming up my dessert” he says as he finishes his dinner and clears the table, all while you sit in that chair and grip the sides, begging him to let up.

As you teeter on the edge and your head dips back and your eyes shut, Rafe grasps you hard and fast, laying you onto the dinner table.

“Time for dessert”

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[just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace]

Brain-tickling questions 🫡 (and some thoughts) on the sweetly deranged: the prequel aka the torture-buddies to lovers progression:

How did she get to be a servant of Morgoth exactly? What did it take from capturing her to making her serve him as a healer? (I would also liked to explore sometime how Melkor made Mairon sway to serve him - you could also go there, him sharing his reasons/story when they get closer)

How did she gain Sauron’s trust? (And he hers?) I assume it would take more than just healing him…

Quiet moments between them? First? - conversation, moment of trust/bonding, kiss…

She is watching him turn darker and darker by the treatment of Morgoth and the things he does in his name. How would she react? How would it affect them?

I’m not sure about the timeline… (Like in general with all the canon and show stuff but anyway…) Melkor was defeated and locked up for a while… Did our sweetly deranged meet before this??? (I would assume bc of it would be integral to the story how Mairon chanced to Sauron, right?) So if they were together before Melkor was defeated then what happened to them in the time they were free of him? Why would they go back to serving him???

Their “wedding”? How long did it take to get there? Why did they go that far to make a bond and whose idea was it?

What happened after Morgoth was defeated? (Sauron is supposedly regretful but to shameful/prideful to go back to Valinor but tries to turn to good for a while)

And at last (for now 🙈)… What happened to her when Sauron was killed by Adar? Where was she then and what happened to her for like that 1000 years until they met again?

Oh wow this is a lot to think about. I’ve read the Silmarillion but I still feel like I know so little about Morgoth and Sauron and exactly how they were together. There was nothing about Morgoth torturing Sauron as far as I remember (correct me if I’m wrong) so if not for that tidbit of information in the show my mind wouldn’t have gone to ‘torture-buddied to lovers’ in the first place.

I honestly don’t have answers to all these questions at the moment (and those that I do have might change in the future) but off the top of my head, here’s what I have in mind:

Warning: evil!reader, mentions of torture and fucked up dynamics below the cut:

They met after Mairon ‘fell from grace’, around the time he was talking about in the show—when Morgoth was torturing him in punishment? as an experiment? anyway, when Sauron was maybe growing disillusioned with Morgoth/starting to regret joining him, but it was too late. Reader was also in a situation of helplessness and in need of some way of coping with being imprisoned by Morgoth, so with time they kind of started to cling to each other, each seeing some kind of hope for escape in the other, if not physical then at least spiritual. And in my mind there is also an element of the reader’s own inner darkness finding a match in Sauron’s, I don’t imagine she was this perfectly innocent Elf maiden who never did anything wrong in her life. Maybe she was part of the kinslaying between Elves and did repent but always carried some resentment from those conflicts within her, or a dark secret of what she did to save herself/her family. Her descent into full evil is a blend between there was always the potential for it, and then she went a little insane to cope with the insanity thrust upon her.

Their relationship was a secret at first, because they knew Morgoth would be furious when he found out. Maybe that is part of the reason why they decided to bind themselves to each other the way they did. They were afraid Morgoth would try to tear them apart if he knew Sauron was more loyal to her than to his master, so they wanted to ensure they could still feel each other even if they weren’t physically together. Not to mention Sauron wanted to make her stronger by sharing some of his abilities with her, to further protect her from Morgoth’s wrath if need be.

But maybe that’s exactly what backfires, because the moment Sauron binds his soul to hers, Morgoth senses through his power what his servant has done. It’s too late now to kill her, however, since that would mean losing Sauron (not to death necessarily, but he would, like I hinted at in the fics, lose it mentally if she died, and vice versa). So he exploits their bond instead, threatening each with the other’s suffering unless they serve him well, only letting them be together physically as a hard-earned ‘reward’ (just angst all around). So maybe that answers your question of why they would continue/resume serving him past a point where maybe they could have stopped. He simply finds a way to trap them again and instead of tormenting them separately, he torments each of them to keep the other in line.

I hadn’t considered the bit about Sauron being too prideful to return to Valinor before, but now that I do here’s a thought: maybe in this version where he has reader he does, or at least he communicates with the Valar regarding a possible pardon. And they would grant him this pardon, but only if he accepts a punishment that matches the gravity of all his crimes—and that punishment is to undo his bond with reader and part ways with her forever. Which is cruel for the reader as well, but like I mentioned, she is not exactly averse to dark deeds as long as they serve hers and Sauron’s agenda. The Valar know they have the best chance of ‘falling back into sin’ if they stay together, and that’s also when they are at their most dangerous, so this is the Valar’s way of trying to prevent that. Of course, Sauron and reader refuse. (Note: the bond isn’t something Sauron and reader can undo as simply as you would get a divorce. It would require the intervention of the Valar, but, at the same time, the Valar cannot undo this bond without Sauron and reader being willing, or at least surrendering to it happening.)

Now that I think about it, this works nicely as a broader context for reader’s line in Defied, about how she and Sauron would have been content to simply be together after Morgoth was defeated, but they realized in order to be free to be together they would have to be the ones in control of everything, because otherwise some power will always try to get in between them.

I wondered myself where reader was when Sauron was killed by Adar🤣 All I know for now is she wasn’t there at the time, but she felt it happening from afar and it was... basically like dying herself. For a while, she might have even believed Sauron was truly gone, but in the end she could feel, even if very faintly, that the bond was still there and that with time... even if it’s a very long time... they will be reunited. Eventually she decides to establish herself within the Elven community so that when Sauron returns they have some leverage over them. And since he was experimenting with creating an object with ‘power over flesh’ to rival the Silmarils before Adar killed him, where best to establish herself than at the side of Fëanor’s descendant, Celebrimbor? It’s a guessing game at this point, but it’s likely that his skill will come in handy in the future. Call it a gut feeling.

So, yeah, if you pick my brain right now, that’s all there is. I’ll likely stick to writing reader into canon or at least in very canon-adjacent contexts cause those are just the scenes I can see the most clearly in my head. I do like messing around with these little headcanons though, so thanks for giving me a chance to rant about it a bit😘

[spnfanficpond]

September 2024 Angel Fish Awards

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Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @rowanspn

Friends by loatheentirely (AO3)

Absolutely incredible. This was the first fic I came across roughly eight years ago. It altered my brain chemistry irrevocably. It is so full of everything: love, hate, young excitement, coming of age, confusion and miscommunication, and firsts of every kind. It is just incredible. This fic is the very definition of soul healing and comfort when nothing else will help. I still return to it from time to time whenever I need a pick me up. When I need a laugh, it is there. When I need a good cry, it is there. When I need something sweet to heal my inner child, it is there. This author perfectly encapsulated the chaos of growing up and finding love in the places you least expect it.

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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

My Favorite Mistake by @doctorprofessorsong

It’s based on a true story. It’s just fluff and cuteness. Yes, there is a touch of angst but it leads to this amazing wonderful relationship that is just great. Oh, it’s schmoopy and a kid fic. Baby Jack makes it even more amazing and delightful to read.

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Nominated by @leatafandom

Follow the Plan to the End by @setsunanoroi

This story was a wonderful tale from Gabriel's point of view of Tall Tales and Mystery Spot. The way they wrote the thought process and reflection on the vessels (Sam and Dean) and the end of the world.

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Nominated by harrypotterfanatic1 (AO3)

whiskey, baby by @artyandink

It’s a smut story that’s so hot, it’s really well written and her writing style is amazing! I really think you should check it out.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Road Head by corrupt_touch (AO3)

This is the drag racing Destiel AU we all asked Ariel to write the minute she started posting inspiring photos for it!! There's mystery, pining, angst, hot smut, and hot cars all mixed together in this story. What more could you want??? I can't wait to see how she resolves it all!!!

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

and, we disappear by justsleepwalkin (AO3)

I needed some cutesy ducifer as I'm tired as hell from life and this delivered. end of the world. Huddling for warmth. Dean licking Lucifer's blood. Lol. It also feels like a hopeful ending

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THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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[staytinyville]

Hyunjin

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↣ Summary: With a new section of your college art class coming up, you were worried that you wouldn’t get the painting the right way you wanted. At least not the right way the model would want it. Hyunjin was there to tell you an artist only paints what they see even if others do not. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gn!reader

↣ Genre: smut (m)

↣ AU/Trope info: college!au, artist!au, 

↣ Word Count: 1.5k

↣ Warnings: lots of teasing, unprotected sex (we don’t do that here),

↣ A/N: Artist!Hunjin and the aspect of a nude painting. Yes please. Also I feel I write my smut too emotional.

THE HIEROPHANT

Spiritual Wisdom, Religious Beliefs, Conformity, Tradition, Institutions

Just like everyone else, you have your own personal beliefs and with this card it tells you that you need to understand them before all else. Go in depth into what you want to know or what you already know. There is a lot of knowledge out there waiting to be discovered.

You can work alone or work with a mentor who can help you to understand these beliefs. If not you yourself can be taking on the role of mentor for liked minded people.

A lot of this card is about your inner thoughts and what you truly think about the world. You should always stick to what you believe even if others are pushing for different things.

V THE HIEROPHANT

“For our next section, we will be going over nude art.” Your teacher began as the entire class was picking up their supplies. “You all have signed a waiver at the beginning of the course explaining it, so those of you who will not be doing it shall go to another course for the time being.”

You dropped your shoulders as you began to sag. You continued on packing, trying to come up with the best solution to the problem you were facing. You were having doubts about what to do with this new section. While you had signed the waiver that you would be participating in this section of the course, you were doubting your artistic abilities. 

“You alright?” Your friend Hyunjin asked you.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You turned to him. “I just don't know how to work with nude drawings.”

“Have you not seen someone nude?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Oh god, no.” You laughed. “I just don't feel confident enough in drawing certain assets.” You swung your backpack over your shoulder, waiting for him to lead you out of the room. 

“I can help you. If you would like.” He gave you a kind smile. 

“You don't have to, Jinnie.” You told him softly. 

“It's okay.” He told you one last time. “We can practice with each other?”

Your eyebrows raised and a blush began to settle on your cheeks. “Sure.”

You were getting your sketch pad ready as Hyunjin did the same on the floor of your living room. You had explained to him that it would be best to just do it in an open space in order to catch everything about the natural body. 

While getting ready Hyunjin asked you why you were scared of drawing people nude. “It's not that I can't draw them, it's just that—I want to be able to capture the perfect image of someone's body.” You explained to him. 

“How so?” He questioned, turning to face you. 

“Everyone is so unique and pretty in their own way.” You sighed. “I know it's just for a grade but it intimidates me to not get someone perfectly.”

“You see people the way you see them.” Hyunjin placed his sketch pad down, getting up before helping you come to a stand. “What someone might see as imperfect you will see as beautiful.” He told you.

“You can paint someone any which way and to the person you have painted it won't look like them. Allow me to paint you.” He asked. 

“Hyunjin—” You tried to cover the blush that ran through your body. 

“Please?” He whispered, coming closer to you. “Just so you can see how I see you.”

The warmth spread through your being as he stared down at you with an intense look. 

“Okay.” You whispered to him. 

He gave you a reassuring smile, taking your hand to calm you down. As he turned you around, your breathing was turning shallow as anticipation creeped into your skin. His hands skimmed down to the hem of your shirt, his fingers teasing your skin as he slowly began to bring it up and over your head. 

He continued on his movements, snapping the clasp of your bra off and allowing it to fall from your body. You gasped quietly, quickly moving to cover up. He didn’t make you take your arms away, instead he only pulled you closer to his chest, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. 

“I’m not going to do something you don’t want.” He told you. “If you want me to stop I will respect your wishes.”

You took a few breaths in before shaking your head. “No.” You whispered out. 

You felt him nod slowly over your shoulder before he continued. He went for your pants next, pinkie dipping into the waistband before the rest of his fingers followed. The fell over your hips, pulling further down as his hands skimmed over your thighs. You could feel the goosebumps forming on your skin from how slow he had been going making sure you felt everything he was doing. 

Once everything was completely off of you, you waited for him to tell you what to do next. “You can lay down now.” He whispered to you. “I’ll show you what you look like to me.”

And so you laid down on the couch, you knee bent to cover up your core while your nipples were stiffed to peaks. As you dropped your head back and faced the ceiling, you flinched when hyunjin came back to you. 

“I’m going to move you.” He told you. 

You gave him a nod, allowing him to touch you. He made you drop your arm off the couch and crossed your ankles.  His fingers skimmed over the inside of your thigh, his breath hitching. If you had thought you were the only one being teased, it seemed he was struggling as well. 

With his other hand, he moved it under your back, making you arch up from his touch. His breath fanned over your chest, making your breath hitch. Hyunjin closed his eyes for a moment, trying to recollect himself. 

“I’ll try to be as quick as possible.” He whispered, his tone breathy. 

You tried to keep your back arched as much as you could, but sometimes you would fall back down. However Hyunjin didn’t try to argue with you about it, he knew you would return to the original position eventually. 

He was having trouble as well though. It seemed to prove much more difficult each time you would wither on the couch as your nerves were on fire from his eyes. There was a point where Hyunjin had to tell himself to finish first and then he could do what he wanted. And as he erased the last bits your body that would make it perfect, he slammed the sektch book down and quickly stood up. 

“Hyunjin-” You were cut off as the man attached his lips to yours hungrily. 

His cold hands found themselves pushing into your ribs, his thumb brushing against your nipple as the other held him up by the arm of the couch. When he was pulling back, you were quick to follow, raising up. He didn’t let you get far though as he quickly placed one leg over your waist and pushed you back down. 

“You have no idea how it is I see you.” He whispered against your lips. “But maybe this can help you.”

He took your hand and quickly placed it on his bulge. You swallowed as your mouth became dry, tongue licking at your lips. 

“Hyunjin.” You whispered. 

“What do you want?’ He asked you. 

“I want you.” You answered breathlessly. 

“You have me.”

He quickly unzipped his pants, shoving them down to allow his cock free. He huffed out from the pressure that left him, feeling better. He placed your knees under his arms, leaning forward as his length fell between your lips. You gasped out at the heat, feeling the stretch from the position. 

He took off his shirt quickly, placing a hand on his length as he lined himself up. He dragged it along your slit for a few moments, allowing himself to close his eyes at the wetness between your legs. 

And when you began to whine, he shoved himself forward. You cried out, placing your hands on his shoulders to hold onto something. He groaned deeply at how you clenched around him for a moment. His pants were close to your ear as he leaned forward and put you into a mating press. His knee was digging into the couch while his other leg was planted on the floor. 

“Just look at me, baby.” He breathed against your lips. 

Your eyes opened halfway taking in the sight of the sweat that was beginning to form on his forehead. When his hips began to move forward all you could think about were his movements and his name. 

“Hyunjin.” You cried out, throat going dry. 

“I know, baby.” He huffed out. “I know.”

Your high was approaching quickly as his hips were suddenly angled upwards, hitting that sweet spot within you. You began to cry out this time, grunting from the pressure. Hyunjin groaned out and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you clenched tightly around him. 

He began to huff and leaned away from your body as you orgasm fell from you and his cock began to tighten up. He was quick to pull out, mouth hung wide open as he let go of himself onto your stomach fingers moving to keep you stuffed as you rode out your own orgasm. 

With the way you looked all fucked out and with his seed painted on you, Hyunjin suddenly felt a bout of energy. He reached over to grab his sketchbook, causing you to look at him confused as you were still withering a bit. 

“You look even better with me all over you.”

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