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sturnwh0re · 9 days

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*~ PHOTO BOOTH ~*

* C.S. *

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contains: reassurance, pet names, P in V, grinding, make out, dirty talk, overstimulation, cumming, sneaky, covering mouth.

description: you and your boyfriend, Chris, we’re at a festival. You guys were walking around and found a Photo Booth! You have seen all of those cute Pinterest photos on where you take Photo Booth pictures with your boyfriend, but Chris had other ideas..

You and Chris were holding hands while at the festival. It was a festival that happened every summer and it was opened for a month. You and him decided to go and it was amazing!

I was squeezing his hand and I had glanced over at a Photo Booth. I had brushed it off barely for a second before looking back at it. A Photo Booth! “Baby! Wanna take Photo Booth photos?” I smiled eagerly while basically jumping up and down.

Chris chuckled and rolled his eyes while looking down at me. “Sure ma, let’s go.” He said smirking as we made our way over to the Photo Booth. I was basically dragging him along with me. I had his hand and was running over to the Photo Booth, making him jog behind me.

“Damn babe slow down! It’s not going anywhere.” Chris chuckled at how eager I was to take photos in a Photo Booth with him. We had finally made it to the Photo Booth. Since it was dark outside, nobody was at the Photo Booth.

I had dragged him inside and sat him on the Photo Booth bench inside of the machine. I closed the curtain and sat on his lap because there wasn’t much room. I felt chris jolt up and squeeze my hips.

“Fuck— be careful.” He growled “don’t start something you won’t finish.” He let vibrate through his neck. There was heavy desire in his voice that filled the Photo Booth.

I felt butterflies fill up my stomach as I was too rough on his lap. I felt his bulge grow harder under me until it was basically impailing me through my shorts. “O-okay.. for our first pose let’s just kiss. Okay?” I said grabbing Chris’ face as the timer started to count down for our photo.

I looked back at Chris to see his smirk tug at his lips. I brought him im for a gentle kiss but he wanted more than that. As I let my lips lay on his I felt him grip the back of my neck and squeeze my waist as he deepened the kiss.

He dug his tongue between my lips demanding entry as he explored and licked along my teeth. He let the kiss get heavily and sloppier as our tongues and mouths were clashing together.

The timer on the Photo Booth was still taking pictures of these moments I broke the kiss as I was heavily breathing already “baby the Photo Booth is still goin—“ I was cut off by his raspy tone.

“Eyes on me ma. Focus on me.” He said as he clashed our mouths again sloppily. Butterflies rushed up and down my body as well as his free hand. He let his one hand run up and down my waist. He then paused his hand and removed his other hand from the back of my neck.

He kept our lips pressed together and our tongues intertwined but he held my hips down into him as he started to grind me through his clothes. His grunts filled up extra space in my mouth that his tongue didn’t and heavy desire filled the photo booth.

He kept grinding into me before he broke the kiss and grunted. “Fuck.. fuck. I need you right now.” He was fiddling with the belt of his jeans eagerly and was begging his hands to hurry up.

He looked back up at me and looked me up and down. “Don’t waste any time ma. Come on. Take it off.” He said in his deep voice that was covered and laced with his own fantasies.

I obeyed him and started to fiddle with my own shorts as I slipped them off. He took them from me and threw them on the floor of the photos booth. He was left in his boxers and I was left in my panties.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him as he slipped his rock hard flesh out. He started to stroke himself as he pulled my panties to the side. He chuckled at seeing how wet I already was. He stopped stroking himself and licked his 2 fingers before rubbing them against my clit.

“You’re already so wet.. wet for me.. yeah?” He growled through the thickened air. “Tell me. Who ya’ wet for ma?” He said starting to rub my clit faster making me gasp. He still held his smirk on his face knowing he loved to see me unfold like this.

“Ngh— you.. you..!” I said breathing heavier and shutting my eyes and squeezing them together. I felt his fingers finally stop and I finally caught my breath and air again.

“good fucking girl.” He rumbled as he slapped his hardened cock against my wet pussy making wet slapping noises. “Now.. you wouldn’t want people to hear us, yeah?” Chris whispered against my neck.

“No.. no baby..” I whined quietly. I needed him so fucking badly in every way and I’d be a whiney and bratty mess until he was stuffed inside of me.

“then let’s be quiet. Can you do that for daddy?” We said slowly slipping his cock inside of my tight and wet shaft. He let out low grunts but stayed quiet.

“mmh— y-yes..” I lightly whined against his shoulder. I felt his flesh fill me up so well. He was made for me. He slowly bounced my ass up and down at a pace where I could stay quiet.

“Yeah.. just like that..” he grunted through the air. I was already struggling to stay quiet as he slowly but deeply thrusted into me. He thrusted up into me meeting my movements. I was trying my best to stay quiet as I covered my mouth with his shoulder and moaned into it.

“N-ngh. Mmm..” I was already struggling to obey what he wanted from me, but he was too good at this. His words were enough to make me cum right there. I felt his cock push against my g spot making me squeal into his shoulder again.

“Atta’ girl..” he grunted out as he let his head lean against the wall behind the booth. He had started to thrust up into me faster while also slamming my hips down faster. He was sliding in and out of my cunt with ease as I was already a mess on top of him.

I had started to let out louder noises that I couldn’t hold back and he used one of his hands to put on the back of my head as he closed his eyes “shh… quiet..” he said keeping his fastened pace. I felt a knot in my stomach tighten as I felt my legs start to also tremble.

I whispered in his ear “I— can’t.. p-please.” It had turned into a moan that tickled his ear. My legs continued to tremble as I used every bone in my body not to yelp out his name right there. The knot in my stomach continued to tighten and tighten.

“Yes you can.. you can handle it.” He reassured me. He kept at his pace as he started to grunt and groan more frequently, getting harder to keep himself quiet. His sack was starting to tighten up towards him.

I felt him start to slam into my cervix harshly and without mercy. I was breathless and now just squealing as me slammed into me. “Cm’on girl… almost there..” he growled out loud.

He thrusted faster into me at an even more punishing pace. I wasn’t able to keep quiet anymore. “F-FUUUUCKK..!” I yelped out. Chris so was so focused on cumming he didn’t correct my behavior. He let out one more grunt before burying himself deep inside of me and unleashing himself, which also released that knot in my stomach.

“Y-YES..” he grunted out as he held my hips onto him. And cummed deep inside of my womb. He held us both there as he stopped thrusting and just let us both catch our breathes. “You did so beautifully ma.” He said brushing the hair from my face.

I let my eyes flutter open as my chest rose and fell. “Mm-mhm.” I let out lazily. We heard the photo booth one last time.

“ 3, 2, 1, smile “

and we heard the camera clicking sound.

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strawhatsoraya · 1 year

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IZOU X FEM READER / NSFW WC: 3.9k CW: soft dom!izou, sub!reader, mouth fucking, izou puts lipstick on you and then ruins the look, he also drops the lipstick at one point so oops, hopefully it isn't expensive. *washes hands* A SUMMARY: You and Izou have always danced around the unspoken sexual attraction between the two of you. Now that you have him in your room, with a little confidence, you try to cross the line between friendship and more.

Izou floods your senses the moment he walks into your bedroom. The heady scent of his cologne; seductive, and simultaneously ambiguous. Its detailed description eluded you every time, the same way the meaning behind his smiles and lingering looks did. You could never make heads or tails of what Izo meant to you; of what you meant to him. The uncertainty of the ‘something’ that was shared between you would haunt you even in your sleep. You’d wake up from dreams you couldn’t remember, with your heart in your throat and the taste of doom in the back of your mouth.

You feel that acrid taste on your tongue even now, as you observe him touch your belongings. His tapered fingers lightly tap the cosmetics you left littered on your vanity. It felt strangely intimate to watch him pick them up, one by one, his hawkish gaze inspecting every item with intense curiosity. The sharpness of his jaw, and the tapered end of his nose, his long straight lashes–it all was so beautiful you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

Izou’s curiosity finally settles on one of your lipsticks. He picks it up and uncaps it, slowly turning the mechanism at the bottom to reveal the treasure hiding inside the tube. It’s a vivid rouge red, brand new. You hadn’t used it yet. You were saving it for a special occasion; but as with things left on your court to do–the initiative was never there. Cowardice makes your tongue feel heavy, so your next words tumble out clumsily:

“Do you like it?” He turns his face slightly to observe you, a thin well groomed eyebrow rising with his unspoken questions. They were always there. You could sense them hanging off the planes of his face, the knuckles of his beautiful fingers. There were always questions you felt he wanted to ask, answers he sought but neither you or him ever addressed the elephant in the room.

Two blind idiots, performing an uncoordinated dance to an audience of no one.

“It’s pretty,” he finally answers. Izou swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bob up and down. You take in a sharp breath as the desire to press your lips against his neck clouds your thoughts. The long shape of his neck is elegant, and his broad shoulders look muscular even under his loose yukata. The silhouette was a refined tease. It showed just enough to whet your appetite but the hidden secrets underneath its silkiness was a temptation you wished to know more of.

“You can try it on if you want,” you push on. Today Izou has agreed to help you get ready for the local summer festival. You were unsure how to wear your yukata, how to put up your hair or do your makeup. It was your first time, but everyone’s excitement about it infected you. Izou so kindly offering to help you only served to motivate you more. You fiddle nervously with the waist strap keeping your obi in place, trying not to pay too much attention to how Izou applied the lipstick on his lips.

It is a failed effort. Your dark eyes are honed in on the creamy lipstick; how it covers his bottom lip in color. He traces his top lip, the contrast between the red and the fairness of his skin makes his cupid bow all the more evident. He was a talking, walking piece of art. You had thought so even before. The cruel reminder makes you feel inadequate to be in his presence but when he turns to you with a small smile you feel it flutter away into nothingness.

The warmth of his playful grin soothes your ruffled feathers.

“Your turn,” he declares, and before you can decline him, he reaches out with a free hand to clasp your chin between thumb and index finger. “Open your mouth.” You stare up at him, heart hammering away between your ribs. There’s a darkness in his eyes you can’t look away from; and you fall into the abyss. He lets go of your chin only to press his thumb against the soft flesh of your bottom lip.

“I said open.” He presses down with some force and your lips part as you breathe in a sharp gasp. His lips stretch into a Cheshire grin. His dark eyes shimmer even in the dim lighting of the room. “That’s a good girl. It’s easier if you just listen to me.”

You nod subtly, afraid to move too much and damage his work. Izou drags the lipstick across your bottom lip. You watch him with his eyes downcast, his black eyelashes look so beautiful against his pale cheeks, you wish you could touch them. You both envied and desired his beauty. In more ways than one. He uses his knuckles under your chin to make you look higher up.

“Look up, darling,” he says sweetly, carefully painting your top lip. “The shape of your mouth is so pretty. You should wear color on it more often.” Gently, he holds your chin to tilt your face from side to side. There’s a small frown settling between his brows as he purses his lips. Silent laughter shakes his shoulder. “Although it’s a shame it’s so small. No wonder you eat in such small bites.”

His smile turns crooked, and heavy. You feel his gaze on your lips, and your mouth runs dry. There it was again–that certain something that was never addressed. You had always toyed with crossing the line, with taking his bait but always feared having interpreted it all wrong.

But now he was in your room, and surely, this was flirting, wasn’t it? You lick your lips nervously, tasting the chemicals of the lipstick immediately on your tongue. Izou sucks his teeth noisily. You know he’s about to chastise you, perhaps apply more lipstick now that you’ve partially ruined his careful work. You know this and yet you can’t keep the heat away. You can’t stop from insane thoughts taking away your common sense. What if you crossed the line now? What if he crossed it with you?

“It’s small,” you tell him at last, reaching out for his wrist. He is still holding your chin in one hand, the lipstick in the other. You curl your fingers around his cold skin. “But there’s a lot I can do with it.”

Izou seems to be frozen. At least that’s the impression you get. You know he isn’t from the way his lashes flutter when he blinks, how his chest now rises a little bit quicker.

“Is that so?” he replies slowly, his thumb now drawing circles on the corner of your mouth. “As usual, you think very highly of yourself. It truly is so little,” he insists, squishing your face with his hand. Your cheeks push against each other, and your lips purse with his strength. It is uncomfortable to be in this hold like this, especially as he brings you a little bit closer to his face. You falter in your position, getting on your tippy-toes to keep from falling over. “What’s the best you can do?”

Your heart threatens to explode on you. You feel a painful surge of adrenaline taking over your chest before it turns into searing heat. It traverses through your veins, filling your extremities with tingling pleasure. You pull at his wrist, and he releases your face. Slowly, you lower yourself as best as you can in your yukata, until you are kneeling on the ground in front of him.

“I-i can show you,” you stammer quietly, your own voice barely registering in your ears. Izou looks down at you, some of his ebony hair softly framing his face. Your lungs feel empty, so you take a deep breath; noisy and desperate. Izou tilts his head as he watches you. “If there’s anything you don’t like,” you turn your gaze away from him, as a flush takes over your face. It feels hot, and your eyes fill up with tears. You’re so embarrassed at yourself but now that you have taken it this far, it would be a shame to give up halfway. “You can always instruct me. I do well with guidance.”

There’s a moment of silence. It’s probably shorter than it feels, but it makes you think it’s eternal. You clutch your hands into fists, so tightly it becomes painful as your clipped nails start biting into your skin. You clutch them even tighter when Izou laughs. You look up sharply, eyes narrowed, and filled with unshed tears. The shame slowly turns to anger, and you begin to retract everything spoken until Izo reaches down with one hand, still standing before you.

His fingers ghost over your cheeks, cold and fleeting. His icy touch soothes the heat of your cheeks.

“You’re so sweet,” he says gently. His voice is melodic, and soft. “Do you promise?” he asks as he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. You nod once. Izo taps your nose with one finger. “Good. Well?” He asks you next. You look up at him perplexed. He tilts his head again, his brows knitted together in anticipation.

You blink up at him, unsure of what he was expecting of you. He looks down at himself, where his crotch would be under the clothing, and your mouth parts in acknowledgement.

“R-right,” you stammer again, and reach out with trembling hands. You barely touch the fabric in front of him before Izou is sucking on his teeth again.

“Aht aht,” he chides, with a small shake of his head. “No, my darling. You can’t use your hands.” You look up at him, at a loss for words. He smiles down at you encouragingly. “You’ll only be using your mouth today. Do you think you can do that for me?” You nod again, and bring down your hands. You shuffle on the floor slightly, your knees painful against the hard floor. You know there will be bruises on them later, but it would all be worth it for as long as you can keep up your bravado.

The closer you move your face towards Izou’s crotch, the harder your breathing gets. You can hear yourself panting, feel the moisture of your own breath bouncing back against your face. You inhale the scent of his yukata, and detect his unique scent, mixed with soap. You hum lightly as you press your face deeper.

“Let me help you,” Izou declares. His voice is lower than before, and you can detect a slight tone of impatience. His hand is still gentle when he cups the back of your head. “It seems you’re having a hard time finding me.”

He chuckles lightly, when you yelp as his hips jut out towards you. Somewhere pressed against your cheek is a softness that begins to harden. You hungrily turn your mouth towards it. You kiss him through the cloth, feeling him harden slightly.

“Don’t worry about the lipstick,” he tells you, noticing how you seem to hesitate on adding pressure. “I don’t mind being dirty.”

Desire sits perilously at the pit of your stomach. You consider pushing it off the cliff, along with the rules of your arrangement–anything if it meant you could hold the weight of his cock in your hands. The fear of him walking away, and losing any and all opportunities to get closer to him was far greater than your perverse fantasy. You use your nose to push your way inside between the fabrics. You gasp at the sight of his exposed cock, half hard as it decides which way to lay. His balls look heavy already as they hang from his frame between his legs.

He must have heard your shock because he laughs even as he pushes on your head again, egging you on.

“Aren’t you lucky?” his voice finds its way to you, even with your blood pounding in your ears. “I’m not wearing any underwear today.”

Izou side steps, giving you more space between his legs. You angle yourself enough to drop a kiss on the inside of each thigh; a red lip mark left behind each time. There’s a faint scent of sweat that isn’t entirely unpleasant as you drag your tongue along his shaft. You bring it back down to toy with his balls. It quickly gets messy as you slurp him into your mouth, his soft grunts encouraging you even more.

“Don’t tease me, beloved,” he hisses, his hand still on the back of your head. You hear something small drop to the floor, as his other hand joins you. “Put them in your mouth already.” You open your mouth and ever so slowly scoop his sack into your mouth. “Nngh,” he grunts. You feel him stiffen slightly as you close your mouth slightly around him. “Yes, now suck. Hurry.”

Izou’s head snaps back when you actually listen to him, when you finally give him the pleasure he wanted. The more you curl your tongue around his balls, the more his hips move, the more he just wants to hammer into that pretty little mouth of yours and ruin you forever. The idea of your lipstick smearing around your mouth and all over his cock is making him even hornier. He grabs your hair and pulls away suddenly.

“Move,” he orders you and you look up at him in a daze. Already your lipstick is smudged in one corner. Your cheeks are bright, and there is a hazy shine to your eyes that fill the pit of his stomach with heat. You had just started, and you were already halfway gone. He chuckles softly, and brushes the back of his fingers against one of your cheeks.

“Move over there,” he points at the bed. “Stay on the floor. Your back against it.”

You follow his instructions without a single word of disagreement. You scoot back until your back is against the mattress, leaving you nowhere to retreat. Izou lowers himself in front of you until he’s standing on his knees. Your heart runs faster as he pushes fabric aside to grab his own cock. His large hand pumps up and down, using his thumb to catch the bead of precum sitting at the tip.

“Open,” Izou commands as he moves his hand towards your mouth. You listen, of course. Izou pushes his thumb inside your mouth, and drags the precum across your tongue, and against the inside of one of your cheeks.

“Now suck. Make sure you don’t miss a drop.” You suck on his thumb as if you had been starved for days. Moaning even as you curl your tongue around his digit. Izou watches you with parted lips, his own breathing becoming heavier as he watches you.

“Look at you,” he whispers, his free hand around your throat. “I always knew you and I were the same.”

He pulls out his thumb from your mouth, and cups your cheek. He leans down to brush his nose against yours. His hand is surprisingly rough against your skin, as he brushes the side of your face with his palm. His breath smells sweet as he speaks against your mouth.

“So full of dirty desires, aren’t you?”

He kisses you next, forceful with closed lips at first. It isn’t long before his gentleness gives away. It splinters off as his tongue pushes past your lips. You moan into the kiss, your hands pressed against the floor. It’s sloppy, messy, wet and imprecise. It lacked all the elegance and refinement with which Izou usually carried himself. When he pulls away, you feel the coolness of the air on your drool covered chin.

“I want you to open your mouth again,” he tells you, his cock once again in his hand. You swallow as you look at it, and take in its girth. Perhaps you had overestimated yourself. You curl. your fingers into fists and press them against the cold ground. As your mouth parts, Izou adjusts himself on his standing kneeling position, moving closer towards you. He taps your bottom lip with the tip of his cock. “Come on, darling. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

You open your mouth as wide as it goes, and flatten your tongue. Izou slides into your mouth slowly. You focus on breathing through your nose as you feel him fill up your mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” he groans, pushing his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. Izou snaps his hips slowly at first, making sure not to push too deep or too fast.

You watch his face carefully, deeply focusing on breathing through your nose and not gagging as he fucks your mouth. Your head bounces slightly against the mattress with every thrust he gives into your mouth. It pushes you against him, helping him inadvertently reach deeper into your mouth each time. His lashes flutter slightly every time he pushes into your mouth. There’s a slight wrinkle of his noise every now and again you can’t decipher the reason behind until he speaks.

“Careful,” he hisses with a curl of his lip. Your heart seizes with temporary fear. “Your teeth.” He pulls out of your mouth, and you wipe the drool of your mouth with the back of your hand. Red smears against your cheek and against your arm as you do so. Izo smiles. “Curl your lips, and relax. You have to relax, love.”

You nod repeatedly, feeling at the moment as if that was all you were good at. Izou taps his cock against your mouth again, and you open your mouth, taking his instructions and applying them. Izou seems satisfied with your efforts this time as he picks up the pace. His hips now brutally snapping in rhythm as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat. You gag repeatedly, and your eyes water as you fight your gag reflex. You fear the worst when you taste something in the back of your throat, so you shut your eyes tightly, curling your tongue and sucking as hard as you can.

Izou cries out, and he pushes even deeper. Your eyes fly open as you swear you feel him trying to shove himself down your throat.

“That’s it,” he breathes out harshly between pants. There’s a soft moan in the back of his throat he tries to smother. “That’s it. Look at me.”

The head of his cock keeps hitting the back of your throat. There’s a burning soreness there that you know will make it painful to talk tomorrow but you don’t care. You don’t care about your achy knees, or how tears slide down your cheeks. You don’t care that you can barely see Izou’s silhouette through your wet lashes. All you care is that he’s kneeling there, using your mouth, his fingers now buried in your hair. All you care about is that you can hear him moaning softly, saying your name so quietly you think it’s a dream.

Although he’s fucking your mouth at a brutalizing pace, it doesn’t stop you from fantasizing. It doesn’t keep the thoughts of him pounding in your pussy just like this away. You wish he would; desperately. Your panties are soaked, and you try to rub your legs together, the sensation silky and pleasurable against your folds and inner thighs. You try to bring your hands to the front of your yukata, to feel any part of yourself–breasts or the center between your thighs but Izou grabs your hair and shakes it in his hold.

“I said no hands,” he growl, still fucking into your mouth as he frowns down at you. “Hnng. Not even to touch yourself.” His own thoughts and speech are interrupted by pleasure. He groans gently before he can proceed again. “Is that understood?” You nod and relax your jaw once again.

You moan as he continues fucking your mouth, moans that almost sound like sobbing. It’s just when you think you won’t be able to speak for days that Izou’s hips start faltering.

“I’m close,” he mutters, his hold on your hair tightening.

Izou looks down at your mouth. He takes in the way he fills you up, how your mouth can barely take him in. He bets your cheeks feel sore from being stretched, that your jaw might even lock up later. There’s a perverse joy that comes with this knowledge. The same way that ring of red around the very base of his shaft brings. Just knowing he had been deep in that little mouth of yours, so deep that you have shed tears brings him closer to his orgasm.

It’s not your mouth, or your smeared lipstick, your dirty cheeks stained with mascara and tears that does him in; but it’s your wet eyes, your curled lashes tapered with tears. It’s that look of reverence even as you sob on his cock that snaps the core deep in his belly. His breath is ragged, as he cries out gently when he cums inside your mouth.

You make no intention to move, and he grips your hair tightly. “Don’t swallow,” he tells you sternly even as his hips stutter. As he slowly comes with his high, he pulls out of your mouth slowly. “Don’t spit it out either.” You nod quietly, bulging cheeks and pursed lips make you seem innocent and adorable. Izou laughs. He caresses your cheek gently with one hand, his other goes to cup your chin. “Open. Show me first.”

You open your mouth, curling your tongue to hold on to his semen. He looks at it, milky white as it pools on the center of your pink tongue. Izou smiles and nods once. “You can swallow now.” He watches you push it down, and notes the wrinkle of your nose as you do so. He takes no offense to it, and instead pats your head gently. “You did such a wonderful job.” Izou kisses your forehead gently, and then your cheek. “Don’t move.”

You don’t follow with your eyes as he leaves. You’re still delirious from lust, and slightly unsatisfied. Something you could easily blame Izou for but decide to just concede this time. Besides, your legs were tingling as they had fallen asleep. You untuck them from under you with a small cry, and beat them gently with your fists as you try to get some blood circulating back into them again. Izou returns in the middle of your efforts with a cup of tea in his hands.

“Oh dear,” he says with raised brows. His voice sounds heavy with concern. He lowers himself to your level, and presses the cup of tea against your hands. “Here, drink this first. It has plenty of honey,” he helps you bring it to your mouth.

Izou watches you with a frown, and doesn’t let go until he is satisfied that you’d do as he says. As you start drinking on your own, Izou starts massaging your legs.

“Let me take care of you this time.” He looks up from where he is exposing one leg from under your yukata.

Despite what had transpired, you somehow find it in you to be embarrassed at the feel of his cold fingers sliding against the back of your calf. He brushes the tip of his index finger right across behind your knee. You shudder under his touch. His eyes take life, and you see the smile begin to curl itself upwards.

“Since you already will be without voice come tomorrow. Why don’t I show you what my mouth can do?”

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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One Summer Night - Kinktober 13

Summary: You meet a charismatic man at the farmer’s market.

Pairing: Cult!Leader Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: seduction, desire, smut, unprotected sex, needy reader, public sex/kinda public claiming, voyeurism

Square 3 filled for @anyfandomangstbingo: Square 3: Cult AU

Kink: Sex Cult

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The first time you saw him he walked through a field of yellow wildflowers. He looked like he was out of this world. Chest bare, barefoot and his shaggy hair blowing freely in the wind.

He looked up at the blue sky, and let the sun kiss his skin.

For a moment you watched the man until more people joined him.

Mostly women who looked like they were hypnotized by his beauty, or something else. You didn’t know.

Eyes glued to the man you watched him run one hand over his naked chest while the other gently touched the flowers.

You dropped your gaze the moment his eyes found yours. He smiled and plugged a flower to tug it behind his ear.

It looked like he was watching you and your heart thundered in your chest. He walked toward you, as your feet felt like you were frozen to the ground.

The spell he held over you was broken when your aunt called your name and grabbed your arm.

“Y/N, don’t you ever get involved with that…hippie. He’s no good and means trouble. Everyone knows he’s the leader of a sex cult or shit.”

“Sex cult?” you glanced at the beautiful man standing only a few feet away from you. He smirked and studied your face as your aunt tried to drag you away. “Stay away from my niece. You won’t get her too!”

He raised his hands in surrender, making things worse for you. Your eyes dropped to his abs, leading you down to the prominent erection he didn’t even try to hide.

“Little wildflower, if you are ever free of that woman, come see me,” he spoke to you. You shuddered and clutched your hands to your sides.

It felt like his words went straight to your heart, running through your body to reach a much lower region…

“Y/A/N, it’s the farmer’s market, not an enemy base,” you rolled your eyes as your aunt scrunched up her nose. Unlike you, she never liked spending time at the farmer’s market. “How about I get everything we will need for the pie festival, and you can go home and rest?”

“My bench in the garden is waiting for me,” she considered your suggestion. Your aunt feels responsible for you, even though, you are an adult, and a grown woman.

“Alright,” you clapped your hands. “I didn’t come here to spend my vacation with you to sit around and do nothing. Let me handle this.”

“Don’t stay here too long,” your aunt said. “Uh-and don’t talk to strangers. If that bastard shows up, ignore him. Do not get too close to him. He comes here every summer, looking for God knows what.”

“Auntie,” you sighed but smiled at her. “I’m a grown woman, you know.”

“You’re still the little girl I raised,” she tutted and patted your cheek. “Stay out of trouble, young lady.”

You grinned. She won’t ever change, and you love her for it.

“Wildflower,” you felt his presence before you heard his voice call for you. The man in the wildflower field suddenly stood right in front of you.

That day, he was wearing an unbuttoned button-up shirt. He was still barefoot and looked like the hippie your aunt called him, but you’d call the shirt progress.

“Mr.,” frowning you realized you didn’t know his name. “Sorry, I don’t know your name,” feeling your cheeks heat up you let him take your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.

That feeling overwhelmed you once again. This time it went straight to your lower half, making you soak your panties.

“Names are only...,” he cupped your chin to tilt your head, humming as your eyes fluttered shut, “for the people with no fantasy. You can call me anything you want to.”

“I prefer a name,” you murmured but allowed him to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Please…”

“Thor, little wildflower. That’s the name the immortals gave me when they created me to bring sun, love, and new life to this world.”

You giggled at his words. Your aunt was right. Thor did sound like the leader of some cult. But this didn’t stop you from dreaming of offering your body and soul to this man.

“My name is Y/N.”

“No. Your name is Sif, my Goddess and future mother of my children. We will bring love and hope to this rotten world, my little wildflower.”

“No…I’m Y/N.” You tried to open your eyes, but it was so hard to fight the warmth on your cheek from his hand.

“You are my fate,” he murmured as he dipped his head to press his lips to yours. Your eyes snapped open, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, almost pouncing on Thor to taste more of him. “Come with me and meet my companions. They can hardly wait to get to know you.”

“I can’t,” you whispered. “My aunt is waiting for me.” You looked up to Thor, the personalized sin. “She warned me to get involved with you.”

“Of course, she did,” he purred against your lips. “You’ll come to me, sooner than later. I’ve chosen you to become my mate for the coming eons…”

“Y/N, what’s wrong with you today?” Your aunt watched you poke the pie on your plate. “Are you not hungry? Do you want to go home?”

“Did you ever feel deeply for a person you just met?” You glanced at your aunt before dropping your eyes to your hands. “With your heart, body, and soul?”

“What did that man do to you?” She shook her head. “Please don’t tell me you fell for him too. He ruined so many girls. Every summer he comes over to our little town like a force of nature. He seduces women here and there only to disappear until the next summer.”

“He didn’t do a thing. We didn’t do a thing,” you spluttered. “I was wondering if you felt like this too when you were younger. He means trouble, so much I know. But I can’t help it. I’m drawn to him.”

You met Thor again only a few days later. This time he came to your aunt’s garden and talked you into following him to the wildflower field.

Walking next to him, fingertips touching the yellow wildflowers you tried not to think too much.

“Come with me. The moon is right,” he said, grabbing your hand to guide you toward a secret place. A spot you never set foot in before.

Thor led you toward a wild of pink orchids, protected by large oaks.

In the middle of the field stood a statue. It looked like a God. Its right arm stretched towards heaven, the other one holding a large hammer.

“Where are we?” you whispered as his companions stepped toward the statue. They all kneeled and placed a pink orchid to the statue’s feet, mumbling words you didn’t understand. “Thor, what are they doing?”

Your eyes grew wide when the women and men stripped each other bare. “Just watch my little wildflower. And if you are ready, we will join them.”

Gasping you had to watch them all gather around the statue. This time they didn’t pray. This time they start to chant a name and move their body to music only they seem to hear. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time how they chanted themselves into a trance-like status.

For a moment, it seemed like the statue smiled down at you. You blinked a few times to be sure you didn’t imagine things but its face remained stoic.

“What are they doing?”

“They call for me, my wildflower. They want us to unite to bring eternal summer, love, and fertility back to this town,” he wrapped his arms around you. “Give yourself to me.”

“Give myself to you.”

He started to sway to music you couldn’t hear, but your body moved on its own. You let him slide the straps of your dress down. It fell to the ground, but you didn’t care.

“You’re meant to be mine,” he whispered in your ear while guiding your body, making you dance with him. “You’re going to be mine forever.”

The people turned their attention toward you and Thor. They cheered him on as he slid your panties down and ripped your bra off of your chest.

“Look at my bride,” he shouted out a victory cry. “She’s going to be my mate.”

You felt like you were lost in limbo, his arms the only anchor keeping you in this world. He picked you up, carrying you toward the statue.

You’re not sure it happened, but the flowers seemed to form a bed. Thor placed you on the flowers and spread your legs.

You heard gasps and chants but all you could focus on was Thor taking off his clothes. He looked down at you, nodding in approval when you spread your legs.

His blue eyes seemed to sparkle when he laid with you. He took his rightful place between your thighs, claiming what he told you was his all along.

Thor sank into you, inch per glorious inch. He whispered gentle words, but his hands roughly pinned your wrist down, keeping you immobile as he started to move inside of you.

“All-father, watch me claim my bride,” he chanted while his hips mercilessly crashed into yours. You were writhing underneath him, crying at the intense pleasure he forced you to endure. “She’s my goddess. Give me your blessings.”

Lightning hit the ground right next to your head, but you didn’t care. Your body craved something more than survival.

“Thor,” you began to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to take you harder. “More…deeper…I’m yours.”

“Thor, our god.” The crowd began to chant. They kneeled next to you, watching you and Thor unite. “Give her your seed.”

Thor gripped your thighs, spreading you wider to watch his cock slide in and out of your dripping cunt. He growled like a feral animal.

“Have my seed, my little wildflower,” his features softened, and he released your wrist, allowing you to touch him. “Cum for me. I want to feel your pleasure.”

“Oh…I’m gonna cum,” your hands move to his back to hold tight onto Thor.

His warmth filled you, but he didn’t let up. Thor pushed into you, over and over again until you tightened around him.

Your eyes sparkled, and your skin began to glow. It felt like your body wasn’t yours any longer. Thor now owned it, but you didn’t mind.

“Watch my goddess transform into her true form.”

He slipped out of you, smiling down at your trembling body.

“All-father, give her your blessing,” he chanted as another lightning hit the ground next to you. You felt like you began to float, and maybe you did.

You still don’t know.

Blinding light covered your whole body and wrapped you in its warmth until you felt nothing but love.

You sank back down on the bed of pink orchids, eyes fluttering shut.

“Yes. All-father.” Thor chanted even harder. “Please allow me to make her mine completely...”

That’s how you became the goddess of fertility, ruling this world alongside your lover. Thor, God of love, thunder, and summer.

From that night on, you walked this world with your mate, bringing summer, love, and fertility to the people.

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“i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.” with Steven Grant

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 887

A/N: Just opened up my askbox for some requests!

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint, poorly-edited

The service had been a lovely one. The reception even lovelier.

The reception is even lovelier.

Having stepped outside of the venue and into the cooled heat of the summer night for a moment’s rest from the festivities, you feel as if it was all a memory, a misfiring of neurons that made you believe that the day had truly happened.

You’re tired, tuckered out. The type that only comes from not eating enough and feeling too much.

Your bones ache, there’s a film of something stuck to your skin and inside your lungs. You’ve spent too much of the day outside, with too many people you’d spend at most an hour with.

A grating static is littered like chalk dust inside your mind. The more you try to wipe it away the worse it gets.

A rumble of laughter flows out from the open window, and it goes straight to your head in the worst of ways.

It’s a horrid combination of too many things that, each one in moderation, would be alright to handle but put together like this are too much at once.

You’re oversaturated.

There’s an increase and decrease in noise as the door opens and closes, the bit of a drag on the second step that lets you know that everything is going to be alright, that you no longer need to struggle to keep the cracking mask on.

“Hiya love,” his voice is warm, like the sun. “Everything alright? Lost each other in there, didn’t we? For a bit.” His arm comes to curl around your waist, he pulls you close to him.

Everything is alright now.

Guilt crawls up your throat at the poorly-hidden worry in his voice, “Sorry about that.” He’s wearing the cologne you got him for Valentine’s three years ago. He’s on his second bottle now. “Didn’t mean to run off.”

“Well you didn’t go very far,” Steven shrugs. The movement against your own body is a redemption in itself. There’s a purr of laughter around his voice, “If anything I’d say it was a piss-poor attempt at running off.”

You smile and laugh, breathing coming to you a little bit easier now that his body is warming yours up, now that it’s just the two of you again. “Didn’t take you long to find me.”

He shrugs again. You suppose there isn’t an answer to that anyways, the pull between you and Steven inexplicable, though entirely tangible to the both of you.

“You feelin’ alright, though, dearie? Somethin’ on your mind?” His free hand presses against your forehead, the side of your face. There’s a dimple between his eyebrows.

You turn and look up at him, pressing the length of your body into his side. Even the rub of the fabric of his pants against your skin is enough, the truth of his own skin underneath shining through it all like seaglass.

You know for a fact there’s a dopey grin on your face. Your arms come to circle around his neck like Saturn’s rings, your fingers come to play with the ends of his hair, “Just you.”

“You wanna go home? Really, I wouldn’t mind, the band was gettin’ a bit on my nerves if I’m being honest,” he turns away for a moment, his voice dropping to a grumbling tone like it always does when he complains. “Don’t know what kinda stick that trumpeter's got up his arse but he’d be doing us all a good favour if he took it out and threw it far, far-.”

“Steven,” your voice isn’t harsh, a gentle callback to the moment between you two that existed free of any trumpets. “I’m alright now,” you cup his cheek, gaze into the coffee cups of his eyes. He’s more concerned than you initially took it for, his light-hearted teasing a paper-thin veil. “Just needed a breather.”

“You sure you don’t wanna go? It’ll be much nicer at home, Gus’ll be there n’all.”

Steven loves live music, despite his complaints. He’s notorious for being the life of the dance floor whenever you two go out, and his eyes are still twinkling, the need to dance still present in his soul like a blossoming tulip.

“I'm never more at peace than when I’m in your arms…when I’m with you,” you smile, trace the ridges and grooves of his nose, press your thumb into the prominent pockmark on his left cheek, right above his mouth. “Thanks for coming and finding me.”

“‘Course honey, ‘course,” he swallows, tightens his grip on you a little. “You really wanna stay?”

You nod, “I think I’ve got an hour or two left in me.”

He doesn’t stray from your side once after that, sweat dampening his forehead as he spins and spins to the music he seemingly hated. In something beyond your soul, his presence is steady and quiet like a rusted anchor.

Steven’s hand is warm and soothing in yours, his voice hoarse and scratched an hour later, after you’ve said your goodbyes and are heading out.

Your feet ache a little. For some reason, the nails of your hands are throbbing. Your soul is calm, soothed.

As always, all you really needed was Steven.

And Steven always came to you.

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Date Nights with Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou Hitoshi x reader

this is my new installment - Date Nights with the My Hero Academia Cast - It's going to appear irregularly and I've written about 4 of them already so if you feel like your fave deserves to go on a special kind of date, let me know.

Wanted to gift the first one to @alienaiver

Festivals with Shinsou

He wouldn’t have dared to ask you out so soon if not for the summer festival.

You had mentioned how much you wanted to go but had no one to go with and he’d asked, sweating bullets, hornets rolling in his stomach, but he had asked.

And you had said yes.

He felt nauseated again, waiting in front of your apartment building.

Had the Yukata been the right choice?

He’d always worn one when he went with his family as a child, but maybe you were more into street clothes?

He fiddled with the sleeves when the door opened and you appeared, the warm light from inside casting a halo around you.

His breath caught in his throat as he took you in.

You were wearing a white Yukata with purple accents the color of his hair.

“Hi.” You smiled at him as you walked over, “You look good.”

“You look good.” He said back, regretting it immediately. He sounded like a parrot.

“I mean you look beautiful. I like the color.”

“Right?” You spun around in a circle. “It’s so pretty I just had to get it. But yours is pretty as well.”

You looked up at him and his heart fluttered at the sight of your smile, your face so close to his.

“It matches your eyes.”

The walk towards the festival was short and he enjoyed the warm evening air and the quiet of the streets. Your hands brushed against each other when you walked, a shiver running through him every time you touched.

The entrance to the festival was not hard to miss, with masses of people gathering there. The noise made him stop, wondering if he’d really been okay with that as a child or if this wasn’t normal at all.

“You okay?” You turned to look at him, sympathy in your eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I…” Your hand moved into his, cutting his stuttering short.

“If it’s too much for you we can go back.” You pressed his hand and he pressed back.

“It’s fine. You just got to protect me.”

It had become a ritual.

You’d outgrown the Yukata you’d worn to your first date long ago, but that did not matter.

Even at winter festivals you always found something to wear that would match his purple hair.

Today it was your jewelry, drops of purple glass dangling from your ears and your neck.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he parked the car. “How’s the pain?”

“It’s about a two or a three. Manageable.”

“If it’s too much for you we can go back. Anytime. I’ll carry you to the car.”

You laughed and got out of the car.

“I’m fine. I rested the whole week for this. I’m not leaving without my Takoyaki.”

The noise was a lot, but he came prepared this time.

It had been Deku’s idea, of course. And he wasn’t the only one getting good use out of the tiny headphones that canceled out most of the noise but still allowed him to enjoy a conversation with you.

By now it should have been embarrassing too, that most of the street vendors knew them by name.

You got a Takoyaki for free, the little old woman making them now a good friend you made six years ago.

“You got to eat for two.” She says, patting your hand.

Shinsou flushed a scarlet red while you laughed freely.

“Oh, I’m not pregnant. But I’m still going to enjoy this Takoyaki.”

“Can we get some goldfish?” You asked, your hand warm in his.

“Do you really want goldfish? We already have three cats.”

It was the same discussion at every festival. So far he had always won, mainly because you easily became distracted by something more favorable - the stuffed toys.

“Look how cute this one is!” You pointed at a stuffed version of Chargebolt. “Let’s win it. It’s the perfect present for their baby shower.”

He hesitated, pointing at a plus to the side.

“I don’t know, did you see that one?”

It was a stuffed Dynamight, only recognizable as such by the color scheme. Whoever had produced it had lacked the motivation to do a proper job. He had a lazy eye, his hair looked completely wrong and his gauntlets were sewn onto his feet.

Had Shinsou been alone, he’d ignored the plush or taken a picture for the group chat, but he knew you better.

“Oh no.” You breathed out in agony. “The poor thing. No one’s going to want it.”

There was the sorrow and then, just as predicted, the resolution.

“We’ve got to get it.”

“Already on it.”

Shinsou might not be the Number One Hero - he did not mind leaving that spot to Deku - but he knew he was your Number One Hero.

Especially today, when you got to leave the stand with two stuffed toys pressed into your arms, little Chargebolt and poor troubled Dynamight.

The smile on your face was worth all the trouble he’d gone through securing the prize.

And when they left the festival later, a couple yen lighter but with full bellies and two identical lollipops in the likeness of Ingenium - they did not get his hair color right, but who cared about that? - it felt reminiscent of their past as well as their future.

Their had been many dates like this before, too many to count.

There will be many dates like this in the future. Shinsou hoped it would be too many to count.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

#my writing #Date Nights MHA #Shinsou x reader #Shinsou Hitoshi #Mind Games Hero #Mockingbird #Mockinbird MHA #Shinsou

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Bachinalia - Bachira M.

Summary: Maddened by the festivities of the Bacchanalia, you fall under Dionysus’ captivating glances.

Pairing: Dionysus!Bachira x Mortal!Reader

Reader Type: AFAB - gender neutral (no pronouns used)

Rating: E+

Word Count: 1.8k

Collab: Touch of Divine Rush by @dark-mnjiro

Warnings: Ancient Greece AU (not historically accurate), mentions of omophagia/blood, very mild dubcon, yandere behavior, public /outdoor sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unsafe sex, creampie, kidnapping

Well into the night, under a blanket of stars, the wine flowed, and music tingled the minds and bodies of those engaging in the festivities. Despite happening multiple times a year, the Bacchanalia was always something special and dear to you. You could dance and drink and fuck anyone in any class without repercussion. It was guaranteed to be a night full of debauchery and ecstasy.

It was a night free of self-consciousness, fear, and worries about any problems you might have had. Your hips swayed, your body moving to the rhythmic beat that was playing. Others joined you though you were hardly paying them any attention. This was a night born for the god of wine, theatre, and fertility. It was his great blessing that had the harvest season plentiful, the grapes plump and ripe with flavor, the orchards full of the finest fruit the trees had ever bared.

It was believed that without the ritual reenactment of his birth, the omophagia of animals that were slaughtered in the same way as King Pentheus of Thebes the crops would wither and perish. Frenzied and maddened by lust and fermented fruit, the sacrifice’s blood still stained your hands and mouth. The coppery taste meshed well with the divine wine as you prayed for his love and warmth to flow through you, to bring you to the brink of insanity as he had so many others.

Your prayers did not fall on deaf ears. They hadn’t since you became of age and started attending the Bacchanalia. He listened, quietly, patiently, madly. Waiting for the right moment to pluck you from the crowd so he may place you among the stars.

The time had finally come as your bleary eyes opened to see a figure in the distance motioning for you. A powerful magnetic force had you moving towards him, hips still swaying to the sweet strumming of the lyre. The figure’s amber eyes seemed to glow, a curling devilish smile on his wide mouth full of perfectly white teeth.

You could smell him before you could even see him, the scent of a grape field after a heavy summer rain. The familiarity took you closer, and if you had the wherewithal to have a guard up it would have certainly come crashing down at the smell of home. Your eyes were connected to his as he stepped into the light, a daunting figure standing only at a hundred and seventy-six centimeters, beautiful with duo-toned hair.

He was thin and muscular, his hair as wild as his conniving grin. He reached out for your hand and you graciously accepted, allowing him to pull you into his toned chest as his other arm caught your waist. His lips fell on yours, tasting of wine made from the sweetest of grapes. A whirlwind of lust and madness rushed through the two melding bodies as you began to feel as if he may devour you whole.

Teeth met flesh as a flurry of kisses seared down your throat, small welts of desire forming from the nips and pecks. Your vision swam as you felt like putty in the arms of the stranger, his hands pawing into your robes expertly until his nimble fingers were pressed against your clit.

You gasped, hips moving in time with his digits to create the most pleasing amount of friction possible. His golden yellow eyes were on you, practically glowing in the darkness as he drank in your appearance: disheveled and desperate for release. The pace of his fingers increased as you grabbed helplessly at his robes, trying to stay upright as your knees shook from the pleasure.

“So sweet,” He hummed as his fingers dipped into your dripping core suddenly, eliciting a sharp cry of excitement. “I could turn this into a wine fine enough that it would drive any mortal man mad.” His teasing tone and hard thrust of his fingers made it clear what exactly he was talking about. Your essence soaking into his godly skin.

He brought you to orgasm quicker than anyone had ever before. The dizzying rush of endorphins as you desperately tried to kiss at the skin of his throat, leaving soft brushes of your lips on his throbbing pulse point.

His fingers pulled out with a wet squelch, and the stranger brought them to his lips to have a taste. A pleased look crossed his features, “even better than ambrosia.” He said as you watched his tongue move across his hand, lapping at every last drop of your juices.

Your gaze was transfixed on his mouth as it spread into yet another grin. His unsoiled hand moved to push you against the wall of the building you both were standing beside, the shadow cast by the moonlight the only thing keeping you hidden from the prying gazes of others, though, in all honesty, they were too crazed by their own frenzy to notice the divinity among them.

He dropped to his knees, tugging at your robes in order to open them so he could have full access to your cunt to drink you in even more. Greedy and impatient, you could hear the fabric ripping from his surprisingly firm grasp. You attempted to help him, however, the wild look he gave you caused you to stop, sensing things would not go well for you if you continued.

“Ah, there it is.” He cooed as he gripped your bare thighs and spread them apart before lifting one leg and hooking it over his shoulder. His tongue glided along your outer labia before diving deeper to taste your honey directly from its source.

A moan cascaded from your lips, harmonizing with the distant music as his mouth found its way to your swollen clit. It dragged in a slow circle around the bud as he enjoyed the way it made your thighs quake.

With swirls of his tongue and sharp sucks of his mouth, he drank you in, devouring every inch of your sex. His fingers burned bruises into your thighs, holding them tightly in place as you attempted to pull away to save yourself the pain of overstimulation.

It was no use, he was much too strong. Anchoring you down as he got you off using nothing but his talented mouth. Your hips bucked, grinding down onto his face as his nose pressed to your clit and tongue plunged into you deeper than you thought humanly possible. The thick muscle moved with strong intent within your tightening walls.

Two hands were in his hair, scratching his scalp, tugging at the locks as you hunched over him, trying to find relief from the teetering edge of your second orgasm. One more thrust of his tongue had you nearly falling forward as you came undone over his perfectly divine face.

Your chest heaved with pants as he guided you upwards to relax against the wall once more instead of possibly toppling over. The light of a nearby fire caught his features and you stared in awe at how they glistened with a mixture of your cum and his saliva.

He freed his achingly hard cock from his clothing, pumping it with an eager fist. Your eyes dared to drift downwards to take in his long, blushed member. Unsure of what position he wanted you in, you stood still against the wall, holding your own robes up for easier access.

”How pretty you look,“ He breathed out as he guided one of your legs to wrap around his waist so his leaking tip could press against your slick entrance. ”So willing for my cock, what an obedient little follower.”

With one strong thrust, he was fully inside, pressed in to the hilt as his balls settled between your legs. The ecstasy it gave you left you little room for coherent thought as your back arched in a feeble attempt to push him in deeper.

Bachira chuckled, low and dark as he dragged out his length just to push right back in again. There was no time to adjust to his crazed rhythm, the wet sounds of your fluid-covered sexes meeting reverberated off the wall and nearby tree.

You cried out, not caring who could hear you as your hands met his shoulders, nails digging into the thin cloth of his robe. “That's it, what a good darling.” He cooed as his pace only increased into something completely inhuman.

The god felt you tighten around him at his words of praise, your walls clamping down on him even tighter and sucking him in further. If he knew any better than he'd thought you were no mere mortal, that perhaps you had some divinity in you too.

Now he understood why his father was so ready to stick his dick into anything that moved, anything to find the one perfect hole that he could slot into perfectly. Bachira had never known sex to feel like this, despite being well-versed in it himself.

There was no doubt in his mind that you were created just for him. While your lineage was nothing of importance, while you had been born and raised a simple human on a vineyard, something about the way you tasted, the way you smelled, the way you pulled him in was holier than any goddess he'd ever met.

“My Lord,” your voice strained, desperately trapped between two hard places as he fucked you in a frenzy. You were close again, ready to snap again, but this time you wondered if you could ever possibly be satisfied by a mortal man.

”Bachi,“ He corrected, and hearing the nickname out loud drove it in further that this was the god you had been worshipping for years. The one that this very festival celebrated, and the awe that overcame you was almost greater than the orgasm that hit at the exact same time.

You cried out his name, and while Bachira didn't want to be finished with you yet, he found himself releasing inside of you. A truly unrivaled amount of cum flowed into your still-spasming pussy, filling it to the point where it dripped out around his base.

Bachira knew now that he had tasted you that he couldn't let you go. He couldn't possibly let you remain among mortal men so they could defile your beauty. You were his and his alone, and he'd make sure of that.

”My sweet,“ He purred as he slid out of you and caught you before you could crumble onto the ground. ”You're coming with me.“

As you settled into his strong arms, heavy eyelids drooping shut, you could barely make out the large maniacal grin on the young god's face. He lulled you into a deep slumber before whisking you off to Mount Olympus to be granted immortality and a place amongst the holiest of beings. A place where you could be worshipped beside him until the end of days.

#bachira imagines #bachira x y/n #bachira x reader #bachira x you #bachira smut #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagine #blue lock smut #bachira meguru #blue lock bachira #blue lock #bllk #blue lock meguru bachira #meguru x reader

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astra-ella · 3 months

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𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life, haikyuu manga spoilers

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The eighth time he confessed was during the summer of their third year — at the firework festival.

It was ironic. Chiyo remembered turning Nishinoya down relatively harshly when he asked her to go almost three summers ago. But when he asked her out during one of their summer homework cram sessions at a local cafe this year, for some reason she felt compelled to say yes.

Her father teased her, asking if the outing was a date – to which Chiyo vehemently denied. Though deep down, she wasn’t quite sure. Nishinoya had gotten so excited and cheered so loudly when she agreed to his invitation, she didn’t have the time to ask for his intentions.

Or perhaps she did but simply lacked the nerves.

Either way, she took the day off work and got all dolled up in the red and gold floral-print yukata she received from her aunt and uncle as a birthday gift earlier that year. She even called up Honoka and asked her to come over to do her hair, to which the aspiring hairstylist agreed on the condition that she got all the details about this ‘date-but-not-a-date.’

She couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as she made her way toward the temple. She wondered if she looked nearly as pretty as the group of teenage girls walking not far in front of her. Perhaps she looked weird in the yukata, perhaps her hair had somehow gotten messy on the walk over, or perhaps her lip gloss had accidentally smudged due to how many times she pressed her lips together.

But all those worries melted away when she locked eyes with Nishinoya at their meet-up spot. Maybe it was just the festival lights, but his cheeks seemed to grow a little redder at the sight of her.

“Hey,” he pushed off the sidewalk pole he was leaning against. He too wore a cream-coloured yukata, decorated with dragon prints outlined in maroon. He eyed her from head to toe, looking like he was at a loss for words for the first time in his life. “Wow, you look… great.”

“You think?” Chiyo murmured and Nishinoya nodded vigorously.

“Yeah! I mean you always look great, but the traditional clothes are a nice touch.”

Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, Chiyo smiled. “Thanks.”

Nishinoya stared for a few seconds longer. It wasn’t long enough to be considered rude or creepy, but just long enough to let Chiyo know that he genuinely appreciated her outfit. Eventually, he clapped his hands together and turned towards the lines of festival stands. “Alright, let’s get going,” he said. “The festival isn’t gonna last all night.”

“Mhm,” holding her kimono purse with both hands, Chiyo was about to follow him down the path when Nishinoya suddenly paused.

“Oh, right!” He turned back towards her and extended his hand. “Here!”

Chiyo blinked.

“So we don't get separated, you know?” Nishinoya said.

That was a lie. Karasuno was a relatively small town, even by Miyagi’s standards. And while the firework festival was a hot gathering spot for most of its citizens, it was still difficult to get lost or separated that easily.

Chiyo knew that. She did, but she still chose to gently place her hand in Nishinoya’s open palm. She could feel her face burning as her blue eyes flickered between the ground and his wide-eyed expression.

“It’s…” She pressed her lips together. “It’s just so we don’t get separated… Okay?”

Nishinoya was flabbergasted for a moment. Perhaps he had expected her to turn him down, to swat his hand away like she always did. But when the initial shock wore off, an eager grin spread across his cheeks.

“Of course,” Nishinoya laughed, tugging her along. “Come on, I wanna get some yakisoba.”

Usually, the main temple of Karasuno city was relatively quiet, save for the occasional wedding. But for one night each summer, the area would truly come to life as families and friends gathered to celebrate the local shrine’s deity. Various food stands and game stations lined the sides of the path and traditional music played through the mini speakers.

Underneath the strung-up wax paper lanterns, Chiyo walked alongside Nishinoya, peering down at the bite she took out of her crimson candied apple.

“Is it good?” He asked, now wearing a white kitsune mask over his forehead.

“Yeah,” Chiyo nodded. “It’s just been a while since I’ve had one. Hotaru used to love these when she was little.”

“Really? I’m more of a chocolate banana guy myself,” Nishinoya hummed. “Hey, what time do the fireworks start again?”

“Seven-thirty, I think,” she checked her phone. “We still have a little more time. Is there something you want to do?”

“I wanna go to the shooting gallery!”

Chiyo raised an eyebrow. She looked around, trying her best to spot one with no avail. “I think I saw one a little further back there,” she said, pointing her sweet treat behind herself. “Do you wanna go?”

“Perfect!” Nishinoya’s grip on her hand tightened. “Let’s go!”

Chiyo’s eyes crinkled a little at his enthusiasm. They made a quick turn and set off in the direction they came from.

“By the way, where is your grandpa tonight?” She asked as she took another bite of her candied apple.

“He’s on a date with that uhh…” He twirled his finger in the air. “Flight attendant, I think.”

“Ah, Kasumi-san?” Chiyo said after a moment of thought, barely remembering the woman’s name from her last visit to the Nishinoya residence. “I thought she left for Thailand already.”

Nishinoya shook his head. “Nah, that’s tomorrow,” he glanced up at the velvet sky for a bit before turning his attention back to Chiyo. “What about Hotaru and Kaito? What are they doing tonight?”

“They’re with dad.”

“Oh, nice!” Nishinoya smiled. “Did Amari-san manage to get the day off?”

“Yeah, I think he took them to the library and rented a movie for the night,” Chiyo looked down at her outfit. “Honestly, it feels a little weird being here without them.”

He cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Chiyo met his gaze. “It’s just…” She began after a moment of thought. “Every summer, I would take Hotaru and Kaito to the firework festival. You know, just the three of us.”

The realization dawned on Nishinoya and he immediately stopped in his tracks. “Wait, don’t tell me I dragged you away from them or something?!”

Chiyo shook her head. “I was the one who wanted to come, Yuu. Don’t worry about it,” she looked straight ahead. “I just feel a little bad. Like I’m breaking family tradition,” she sighed. “I need to do better as their older sister.”

Nishinoya hummed. “I think you do a lot already though."

“I do?”

He nodded. “I mean you’re way more responsible than my sisters, that’s for sure.”

Chiyo blinked a few times before looking away.

“Thanks.”

After a little more walking, the shooting gallery booth came into view right as Chiyo finished her candied apple. Nishinoya’s face brightened.

“Hey! Hattori-san!” He waved at the old man sitting behind the table who wore a white tank top and straw hat.

“Well!” The old man’s eyes widened and he laughed. “If it isn’t my favorite customer. How are you, Yuu?”

“Same as always! Pretty good!”

“Good, good,” he fanned himself with a Japanese fixed fan printed with the festival logo. “And ol’ Mineo? Where’s he tonight?”

“Grandpa’s out on a date tonight, so it’s just me,” Nishinoya grinned. “Oh, but I brought a date with me too!”

He gestured to Chiyo and the redhead took it as a cue to introduce herself. “Hello,” she lowered her head, albeit a little awkwardly. “My name is Amari Chiyo.”

She couldn’t help but feel her face warm at the fact that Nishinoya referred to her as his date.

“Ain’t that nice? Yuu’s got himself a girlfriend,” the old man chuckled. “Nice to meetcha, little lady. I’m Hattori. Yuu and I go way back.”

Chiyo gave him a small nod and Nishinoya slapped a few coins down on the table.

“Hattori-san, gimme two tries.”

“You got it!”

As Hattori turned around, Chiyo leaned in.

“How did you manage to get all chummy with the shooting gallery guy?” She whispered.

“Gramps used to bring me here every summer,” Nishinoya wasn’t nearly as discreet. “He’s big into town festivals.”

“Yuu was just a little boy when we first met,” Hattori said as he handed Nishinoya an air gun “Wouldn’t stop crying til he won something.”

“I was like three, Hattori-san,” Nishinoya frowned. “And for the record, I still have that Ultraman figure. It’s on my desk at home.”

“I’m honored!”

“Ever since then, gramps always made sure to stop by whenever we come to the firework festival,” Nishinoya then turned to Chiyo. “We’d each take two turns and see who can get the most prizes. It’s kinda a tradition of ours,” he then winked. “So don’t worry ‘bout it. You’re not the only one breaking family tradition tonight.”

Chiyo’s eyes widened. She felt her heart flutter a little as Nishinoya turned to face the shooting gallery. He readied his air gun, aiming down the scope and lining it up with an action figure on the top shelf.

The first and second shots just barely missed the action figure, but the third one managed to hit the masked superhero right in the chest. It fell off the shelf and hit the ground.

“Whoo!” Nishinoya cheered.

Hattori whistled. “Nice job! You have five bullets left.”

Nishinoya then lined his scope up with a box of strawberry chocolate cones. The cork flew out and clipped the side of the box, knocking it down with a light rattle.

“You’re pretty good at this,” the redhead hummed.

“I had a lot of practice,” Nishinoya beamed proudly. “Hey, do you want something?”

Chiyo shook her head. “No, I’m good. Just get something for yourself.”

Nishinoya’s gaze lingered on her for a little longer. “Okay,” he murmured before squatting down, lowering his stance just enough to line his scope with a large cat plush toy on the bottom row.

The first shot whizzed past its ear, but the second one hit it in the left eye. The cat plush rocked back a little and Nishinoya was just about to cheer, but it quickly swayed forward and returned to an upright position.

“I hit that thing!” Nishinoya shouted. “Hey, Hattori-san! You saw it right?”

Hattori let out a hearty laugh. “You know how it goes, Yuu. Gotta knock it over for it to count. You got one shot left.”

Nishinoya frowned. He narrowed his eyes at the ginger cat plush that stood defiantly on the dark brown shelves of the shooting gallery booth. Chiyo watched as he turned back and crouched down into his previous position. He was so focused, even she began to feel a little nervous from the sidelines. It reminded her of his behavior whenever he stood on the volleyball court - calm and quiet.

He blinked a few times and shook out his hand before lining the scope up with the cat plushie once more. Nishinoya took a deep breath and finally pulled the trigger.

The cork flew out of the muzzle of the air gun, hitting the plushie on the forehead with just enough force to knock it backwards. It fell off the shelf and landed on the grass below with a soft thump.

“Alright!” Nishinoya threw his arms up in celebratory victory and Chiyo clapped.

“Good job,” she chuckled as Hattori bent down to pick up the plushie, action figure and box of chocolates.

“Gotta say, you’ve improved Yuu,” Hattori wore a big smile as he handed Nishinoya all of his prizes. “Seems like little Yuu from all those years ago ain’t that little anymore,” he teased, ruffling Nishinoya’s hair.

“You say that every year, Hattori-san,” Nishinoya laughed, accepting the brief yet affectionate gesture. “Thanks as always.”

He then turned to Chiyo and presented the stuffed animal.

“Here ya go!”

“Wait, for me?” She asked and Nishinoya nodded. “Yuu, I told you to get something for yourself.”

“And what I wanted for myself is to get something for you,” Nishinoya replied cheekily. “Come on, just take it!”

Chiyo blinked a few times before glancing down at the cat plushie in her arms. The fur was surprisingly soft, made of some kind of synthetic fibre with ginger and white stripes. Its eyes were large and green, staring at her with an expression that practically begged her to bring it home with her. She pursed her lips and cleared her throat.

“Fine,” she averted her gaze, trying to hide the redness that threatened to set her cheeks aflame. “Only because you went out of your way to win it for me.”

Nishinoya grinned. “Of course, of course.”

“Noya-san!”

Chiyo glanced over her shoulder at the voice, spotting a few familiar faces approaching from the nearby takoyaki stand.

“Oh, Ryuu!” Nishinoya waved at the boy with a shaved head and sharp eyes. “Chikara and Kazuhito too!”

Chiyo quickly recognized them as members of the volleyball team, as well as Ennoshita Chikara, who was a classmate of hers.

She gave him a small neck bow. “Good evening, Ennoshita-san.”

“Amari-san,” Ennoshita shot her a polite smile. “Nice seeing you here.”

“You too. How’s your summer been so far?”

“Pretty good,” he went along with the small talk, ignoring Nishinoya and the bald-headed boy as they made a ruckus only a few feet away. “Are you here for the taiko drum performance too?”

“The taiko drum performance?” Chiyo was a little confused.

“Tanaka’s sister performs at this festival every summer,” Ennoshita explained, briefly eyeing the bald boy. “So Narita and I came along to support them today. It’s the least we can do.”

“Saeko-neesan is super cool,” the boy with short black hair, presumably Narita, said. “She’s brought along her taiko crew to cheer us on at every competition since Spring High last year.”

“Saeko…?” Resting a hand on her chin, Chiyo thought for a moment. “Wait, is she the one with blonde hair that goes up to here?” She held her free hand just above her shoulder and both Ennoshita and Narita nodded.

“Yeah. Do you know her?”

“I don’t know her personally, but I saw her at the interhigh preliminaries this year,” Chiyo explained. “She was yelling at us to cheer louder during your match against Date Tech.”

“Speaking of which, where’s Kinnoshita?” Dropping whatever he was doing with Tanaka, Nishinoya turned to Ennoshita.

“He couldn’t make it,” Narita replied. “I think he’s in Kamakura visiting family.”

“Ah, that’s too bad.”

Ennoshita then noticed the ginger cat plushie Chiyo was carrying. He glanced at the shooting gallery they were standing by, now servicing a mother and her two children and quickly put two and two together.

“Hey, Amari-san,” he called out to her. “Are you here with Nishinoya tonight?”

“Huh?” Chiyo blinked a few times, squishing the cat plushie’s doe-eyed face further into her chest. “Erm… yeah. We’re here to watch the fireworks together.”

“Wait, seriously?!” That quickly derailed their previous conversation as Tanaka’s eyes grew wide. “You’re gonna watch the fireworks together? Like together, together? Did you finally ask her out, Noya-san?”

“Hey, that’s rude,” Nishinoya pouted. “For the record, this is our second date. We already went on our first date like a year ago,” he puffed out his chest proudly. “But yeah, I asked her out.”

“No way!” Narita’s jaw dropped.

Tanaka’s lips tightened into a thin smile that teetered the line of being scary to Chiyo. He stiffly grabbed Ennoshita and Narita by the shoulder and spun them around back towards the Takoyaki stand. “Well, if that’s the case. We won’t bother you anymore,” he said in a sing-song voice. “Come on boys, let’s go.”

Following Tanaka’s very obvious attempt to leave them alone, Ennoshita gave an awkward laugh. He then glanced back at Chiyo.

“The fireworks should be starting soon,” he told her. “You guys should go find a spot for that.”

“Ah, okay,” not knowing what else to say, Chiyo could only nod.

“See you guys!” Nishinoya waved, watching as his friends’ silhouettes disappeared into the crowd before turning to the redhead. “Alright,” he extended a hand outwards. “Let’s go! I know a spot with the best view!”

Chiyo stilled for a moment but she quickly took his hand with a sweet yet bashful smile.

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Let’s go.”

“Thank you for waiting. The firework show will start momentarily.”

As the announcement played through the speakers, Nishinoya and Chiyo arrived at a riverbank just outside the temple. A crowd of people began to gather alongside them – families, couples and large groups of teenagers, presumably still in the early stage of high school. Chiyo watched as a group of girls much younger looking than her chatted away by the black railings.

“Yuu,” she murmured just loud enough for him to hear. “We’re gonna be graduating soon, huh?”

Nishinoya glanced at her. “Yeah,” he hummed. “How is exam prep going?”

Chiyo shrugged. “The same as always.”

“Have you decided what you wanna do?”

“I… I have a general idea but,” she met his gaze for a brief moment before looking away. “I don’t know.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Nishinoya assured her. “You still have your entire life to figure it out.”

“I know…” Chiyo’s expression gave way to a half-hearted smile. “I know that. But it’s just… scary. I thought I had my entire life figured out. I wanted to set a good example for Hotaru and Kaito,” she let out a half-hearted laugh. “But turns out I didn’t and I feel like I’ve let everyone down.”

It was subtle, but Nishinoya’s grip on her hand tightened ever-so-slightly. “There’s nothing wrong with not knowing,” he said. “Not everyone’s gonna know what they wanna do the second they graduate high school. If anything, I think not knowing and pushing forward makes you even more admirable.”

Though there was still a lingering sourness in her expression, Chiyo smiled. “Thanks,” she whispered. “For everything.”

“Of course! I’m always in your corner, no matter what,” he grinned cheekily. “Even if you’re a baby-eater.”

“A baby-eater?” Chiyo raised an eyebrow. “Where did that come from?”

“You! It came from you,” Nishinoya laughed. “You said that when we first met!”

“Did I?” She gave him an appalled look and Nishinoya nodded.

Chiyo was about to argue when a loud boom echoed across the riverbank. The water beneath them rippled and she turned her head just in time to see a blossom of red and orange bloom against the dark velvet sky.

Then one after another, sparkling trails continued to launch into the sky and erupt in a flashing light. There was blue, purple, green, yellow and pink. The colors shone so brightly they almost felt like daylight reflecting in her eyes.

Chiyo stood there, entranced by the magical view before her. The flickering lights were mirrored in the river below, smelling faintly of gunpowder and smoke as the sound resonated through her entire body like a drum. She felt a light squeeze on her hand and tore her eyes away to meet Nishinoya’s gaze, finding that he was staring at her rather than the brilliance before them.

With that same goofy, love-struck grin, came those familiar words.

“I like you.”

Her eyes widened.

Amari Chiyo was stubborn, but she wasn’t stupid. She realized what her feelings were long before she cared to admit it.

At first, it seemed absurd and Chiyo wondered if Nishinoya’s stupidity rubbed off on her, resulting in such a disturbing revelation. But she soon realized that she did not, in fact, have any loose screws in the head.

At some point in time, she fell for Nishinoya.

Clutching the cat plushie closer to her thumping chest, Chiyo felt her face heat up. She swallowed hard, then opened her mouth. Riding on a certain high, the words began to tumble out of her mouth.

“Yuu, I-!”

A familiar ringtone suddenly blared out, overtaking the booming fireworks in the background as Chiyo suddenly came to her senses and held her tongue. Nishinoya stumbled and began digging through his yukata.

“Shoot, that’s me!” He mumbled, quickly finding his cell phone and checking the caller ID. “Ah, crap. Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“Oh,” Chiyo blinked. “No, go ahead.”

Nishinoya gave an apologetic smile before answering the call.

“Hello? Sato-san?”

Chiyo recognized that name. Sato Akari - one of Nishinoya’s classmates and his assigned partner for the summer history project.

“Sorry, now really isn’t a good time… Yes, I know we need to look over our notes…” Nishinoya sighed. “Look, we’ll set up a time later, ‘kay? I’m on a date right now… Yeah, it’s fine… I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Nishinoya quickly ended the call and shoved his phone back into his belt. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “What were you gonna say?”

Chiyo’s lips parted but her voice fell short on the tip of her tongue. She was suddenly reminded of the day when he first confessed to her. He had asked her out so suddenly and with little to no context, she didn’t take him very seriously. Granted, his reasons at the time were as shallow as they could get. But even as he continuously pursued her, she brushed him off with the same mindset, thinking he would eventually get bored and move on.

Yet he never did.

Instead, he faced her head-on with nothing but patience and sincerity.

And now after hearing that brief exchange, a thought sank into Chiyo’s mind.

Do I even deserve to accept his confession?

“I…” Chiyo’s eyes flickered down to her yukata as her drumming heartbeat echoed in her ears. “The fireworks,” she blurted out, meeting his gaze once more with a wistful smile. “They’re really pretty. Thanks for coming out with me today.”

Nishinoya’s face lightened and he grinned as brightly as the fireworks behind him.

“Yeah, no problem!”

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toomuchracket · 2 months

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fluffy office matty thought of the day - going to a festival with him, like singing and dancing to your favourite bands, sitting on his shoulders for some songs, sharing a tent and snuggling up at night to keep warm, all the fluffiness🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

my mind immediately went to like one of the summer festivals in europe, mad cool or primavera or sziget or something - you both get sent to cover it for work and it's great because like... free summer hol with your new boyf lol. matty makes a beeline for the bar tent as soon as you get in, tugging you behind him while he buys you both a drink and then taking lots of pics of you being all cute in the sunshine with it; he blushes when you do the same to him, genuinely the cutest fucking thing ever, and then you sit and maybe smoke and hug for a bit while you wait for the day to really begin. because you've got press passes, you can kinda dip in and out of the busy areas whenever you like - for some of the up and coming exciting acts and the main headliners, you're both in the thick of it, dancing to the faster songs, singing the slower ones to each other (and kissing), and you get so into it that when matty's like "you want up?" you agree immediately lmao. it's actually really quite cute, sitting on his shoulders, because you just automatically start playing with his hair and he kisses your thigh. but the whole day is lowkey exhausting, especially after actually doing some work and interviewing some of the acts after they've played, so you're thankful when the evening ends and you can just go to sleep in matty's arms; marianne, boujee bitch that she is, managed to get you into the vip glamping area for the weekend, so you've got an actual bed that you DO take advantage of (wink wink), although you tell matty that you wouldn't have minded being pressed up against him in a sleeping bag at all, and naturally he goes pink at the thought lmao. he encourages it even in the bed, though. just to keep you cosy! <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #office nerd au

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Story idea for Aemond x reader. Lemme know if you like it!

A extremely clever Nobel girl from a powerful family is famous at court for being a professional prankster/trouble maker. One day she does a prank that accidentally causes the destruction of a historic bell tower.

When brought before Otto and the Queen at court she starts trying to worm her way out of trouble.

She subtly instigates an argument between two court members that evolves into the whole court fighting with each other. Aemond catches her trying to slip away during the chaos

Hi my dear! I loved this idea and wanted to incorporate it into my other enemies to lovers storyline: link here

Aemond x reader | flirtatious rivals | reader needs to create a distraction | Aemond rolls nat 20 on perception

You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, the summer sun beating hot upon your brow. You had gained the intelligence you needed, crouched as you were above the courtyard festivities, listening to the gossiping nobles, their tongues made loose by the wine they'd copiously imbibed.

However, you had not accounted for the unexpected arrival of the royal family, the silver hair of Alicent's children shining around their pale faces as they descended the stone steps, the crowd parting for them like a sea of myriad colors. Your eyes lingered upon the tallest figure, holding himself straight and proud, hands clasped firmly behind his back as he surveyed the crowd before him with his single lilac eye. A shiver ran down your spine despite yourself, remembering the press of his body against yours.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts, smelling the pungent odors of incense and sweat wafting up to where you had stationed yourself, your short bow clutched loosely in your hand as you observed your limited exits being quickly compromised as more guards accompanied the Targaryens outside.

Shit.

A distraction was necessary, and you scanned your eyes high and low for a possible out.

There. The belltower would suffice.

You nocked an arrow and drew, taking careful aim at the rope holding the great iron bell in place.

Uttering a quick prayer to your goddess you let the arrow fly, quickly hiding behind the wall as it struck. You heard a tremendous crash, the sound of screeching metal and crumbling stone accompanied by shouts from the alarmed people below.

You winced.

You'd not meant to send the entire bell crashing down but by the sounds of it that's exactly what had happened.

On silent feet you slipped off your perch and hurried to the now vacant exit, the guards successfully distracted by the crumbling belltower.

The clamor of the crowd grew distant behind you as you traversed the empty streets toward the boathouse where your escape from the city awaited. Hoping they hadn't left without you, you ducked into an alleyway, taking a lesser-traveled shortcut.

You blamed the rushing adrenaline in your ears for why you didn't hear him coming up behind you. You had no inclination of Aemond's presence until his hand gripped your elbow, roughly spinning you to face him.

His angular face was taut with fury. "I thought we agreed for you to stay well clear of this city."

You instinctively lashed out with your free hand, aiming a blow to his throat. Aemond was quick to catch your fist, snarling as he backed you into the brick wall, the breath leaving your lungs at the impact.

"I don't remember agreeing to anything with you." You tried to maintain your flippant air. "I do remember other things though."

As you looked up at him through your lashes, you felt Aemond's harsh grip on you loosen minutely.

He sighed heavily through his nose. "And I suppose you will now tell me you didn't mean to send a historic tower crumbling to ruin just now."

"Is that what all the noise was about?" You widened your eyes, making sure to part your lips as well, pleased when his stony gaze flickered briefly downwards. "Well, I assure you it had nothing to do with me."

"Do you think reality bends to your feeble attempts at deception?" Aemond's eye snapped back to your own. "I cannot allow you to escape the city again."

"You absolutely could."

"I warned you last time, did I not?" Aemond was unmoving, still pinning you to the dirty alley wall.

"What is your plan exactly, Aemond?" Your cheery facade was cracking at the edges, spite lacing your words now. "As soon as you release my wrists you know I will fight back."

"You're welcome to try." Aemond leaned in closer to you, his warm breath washing pleasantly over your lips. "However I, unlike you, learn from past mistakes."

The sound of many booted feet and clanking of heavy armor reached your ears, growing louder with every beat of your heart. You struggled violently against Aemond as half a dozen guards rounded the corner of the narrow alleyway, their gazes beneath bronze helmets set on you.

Aemond released you suddenly, almost causing you to off-balance and fall against him as he withdrew.

It was clear he expected your immediate surrender with the arrival of his backup. You would not give in so easily.

With a swift movement you dropped low to the ground, sweeping your leg at the prince's feet. He was still moving away and thus it was made much easier to send him careening into the dirt. You lunged for his prone form, grasping for the hilt of his sword just as a pair of gauntleted hands gripped your waist and yanked you back.

A steel blade was placed to your throat and many gruff voices shouted at you to be still as all weapons were removed from your person. Throughout it all your glare remained upon Aemond as he picked himself off the ground, his gaze also fixed on your face.

"Take her to the tower."

"I'm surprised you trust me around towers." You interrupted, your eyes narrowed upon him as the guards began tugging you away by your bound hands.

"I don't trust you at all." Aemond followed a short distance behind, still brushing dirt off his clothing. "That's why we're taking you to the tower within the Keep. My mother is eagerly awaiting explanation for the destruction of her favorite bell."

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pockyteau · 1 year

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FIREWORKS THAT NEVER END

✩ a chishiya x reader where the memories of summer festivals never truly fade

You met Chishiya at one of the summer festivals held in your neighbourhood, when the two of you were about nine or ten.

The festival was alight with spun sugar and sheet cakes, a ferris wheel spinning slowly overhead as soft music danced on the wind. The air was dark yet summery; it was full of a condensed kind of warmth that came from a fairground full of people and laughter, with candy apples and crepes being shared among friends. Festivalgoers pattered happily past, their snatches of conversation drifting up into the afternoon sky.

You had gazed upon the scene with obvious envy, the singular candy apple in your hand seeming to highlight your solitude; you had only just moved into the area, and hadn't had the chance to make any new friends yet. Besides, most of the kids at the festival were accompanied by their families. Yours would never deign to come.

A small sigh escaped your lips. It was better to be here than home, you supposed, where the atmosphere was lively and bright. Your eyes did one more sweep of the fairground, searching for a place to perhaps sit and inconspicuously enjoy your candy apple.

It was then that you'd caught sight of Chishiya, sitting on the ledge of the stone wall that surrounded the fairground.

You were surprised to see him there, considering there was no way his father would have made an appearance at such a local event. Later on you would learn that Chishiya never spoke much about himself or his family, but even then you could tell something was off. Everyone knew who his father was, even you - Chishiya Shuntaro's father ranked among the highest medical professionals in the country. He had appeared many times on TV, his persona cold and clinical. He never seemed to act like he had a son, and this left little to the imagination about Chishiya's home life.

And sure enough, Chishiya was alone, chewing absentmindedly on some strawberry confection. His expression was so placid it astonished you - it looked as if he had been taught to show nothing on his face at all. His mask cracked, only slightly, when his eyes glimmered as he bit into a strawberry.

You glanced around the festival once more and then back at the candy apple you held, scuffing your heels against the ground distractedly. Could this be your chance to make a new friend? You frowned. But what would you even say to him? You had wanted someone to share festival snacks with, yet the infamous son of Japan's prized medic wasn't exactly who you'd been looking for. Besides, he looked busy enough with his strawberry crepe.

Perhaps you could go catch goldfish instead.

Ah! At this you recalled the orange goldfish booth, and its cardboard sign painted with bright letters that spelled out Free Entry for Groups of Two or More. You chew the inside of your cheek. You had a 100 yen coin, sufficient entry for one, but you hope that the tantalizing offer of free things would entice Chishiya to join you.

It felt as if the summer breeze was spurring you on, your small footsteps light on the ground until you stood before the blonde. His gaze flickered to you curiously but he said nothing, peering at you over his crepe. It seemed that Chishiya's eyes were a little more expressive than the rest of his face, inquisitive and flecked with light. He has pretty eyes, you remember thinking.

"Do you want to come catch goldfish with me?" you asked with a smile.

Chishiya simply stared at you for a moment before raising his brows in question, and you realised that you had entirely skipped the hi-my-name-is part of the interaction. Did that count as a grave social error? "Ah," in attempt to amend your mistake you waved in the direction of the goldfish stall, indicating the bright orange sign. "Groups of two or more get free entry," you explained.

Chishiya pressed his lips into a line after mouthing an ah of understanding, a slight frown creasing his forehead. He then took an agonisingly slow bite of his crepe, eyeing you as he munched the mouthful of strawberry confectionary. "Okay," he finally said, swallowing, "but why me?"

"Oh," you weren't prepared for this question. You shrugged, causing the fabric of your yukata to rustle around your shoulders. You didn't want to admit to him that you didn't have any friends yet because you still had some dignity left to lose, and so you fished around for a different answer. "Because...?"

You couldn't think of anything.

Chishiya's lips twitched in amusement, in a way that made you think he was rather enjoying watching you fumble for a response. Well, you weren't much further from rock bottom at that point, so you decided to change tactics. "Because I'll buy you a candy apple if you come with me?" you offered, hoping to sweeten the deal.

At this Chishiya huffed a laugh, leaning forward slightly from where he was seated on the ledge. "Are you bribing me?" he asked, but his eyes were glinting. You took this as a positive sign, and grinned.

"I am bribing you. Will you come?"

The blonde hummed, before his eyes flickered to the apple in your hand skeptically. "Didn't you want me to come with you to get free stuff? Spending money on me would defeat the purpose of my coming at all."

"Ah," you paused, mulling it over, "right. I mean, I don't have to buy you an apple."

Chishiya snorted again and hopped off the ledge. "Whatever. Get me another crepe and you'll have a deal." -

You watched in a rather dejected fashion as Chishiya scooped what seemed like endless goldfish into a water-filled bowl with his paper net. In hindsight, maybe you should've bribed someone else to come with you. The fish flickered around the pool like flashes of gold thread, unable to escape Chishiya's net.

"You're so good at this," you sighed. Your bowl contained but one little fish, the only one you were able to catch before you paper net disintegrated.

The blonde shrugged. An easy thing for him to do, as his bowl was brimming with fish. He scooped one more fish into his bowl as if to punctuate his nonchalance before withdrawing his net. "It's not that difficult."

You sadly held out your singular fish to him, and his lips twitched as if to conceal a laugh.

"Look, it's so lonely," you said mournfully. Your fish swam in a feeble little circle, backing up your claim.

Chishiya glanced down at your bowl with a strange sort of expression, something halfway between a laugh and a grimace, before transferring his gaze to his own. The comparison was clearly abysmal. He sighed, before holding up his bowl of fish out to you; you caught how the sleeves of his yukata were completely dry, while the tips of yours were slightly damp from attempting to catch goldfish. "You can have one of mine, if you want," he offered.

You smiled, somewhat surprised. "Really? But you caught them all."

"I don't need this many fish," Chishiya said, his tone amused. "To be honest, I don't see why you would either."

"Oh, I want to catch them all. You know Pokémon?"

The corner of Chishiya's lips tugged up into a half-grin, boyish and a little softer than his stony expression from earlier, and a glimmer of enchantment settled over you for a moment. You wondered what it would be like if Chishiya smiled, for real. He didn't look as if he smiled a lot, somehow.

You were further entranced when Chishiya attempted to decant a single fish from his fishbowl into your barren one, his dark lashes lowered and fluttering with concentration. It proved more difficult to successfully transfer the designated fish than expected - this time it was Chishiya's sleeves that suffered. Giggling, you cupped your hands around where the two bowls met to prevent further water spillage after he shot you a glare.

After much struggle, the fish eventually ended up in your bowl.

"Yes!" The two of you shouted triumphantly when the fish finally landed successfully into your bowl, victorious laughter tumbling off the tips of your tongues. Chishiya was smiling then, for real, but his expression quickly dropped when a few of the festivalgoers shot the two of you curious glances. You blinked, surprised at his sudden change in demeanor, and turned in time to catch a glimpse of the passersby as they retreated into the distance. Their hands were raised to their lips, set to whisper.

Like clockwork, Chishiya's face hardened and you managed to catch how his jaw set before he glanced away. In a rush, you remembered how well-known he must be within the neighbourhood.

"Hey," you nudged him softly, hoping to distract him. You lifted your fishbowl, in which the population had miraculously grown to two fish. "Why don't we name them? You name one, I'll name the other."

"Hm? Oh." Chishiya exhaled, passing a hand over his face, but he didn't turn you away. After a moment of silence he leaned in closer to you to observe the fish, brow slightly creased into a frown. When another lengthy silence ensued, you assumed that Chishiya had not been blessed with the great ability to name things.

"Crepe," he said finally, and you were unable to suppress the burst of laughter that escaped your lips.

"You want to name your fish Crepe?" You raised a hand to cover your mouth, shoulders still shaking gently with laughter. Crepe the Goldfish swam in an outraged circle. Chishiya arched a brow.

"Well, what's your fish called, then?"

You thought for a moment. "...Fish."

Chishiya snorted. "Fish?"

"It's accurate! Chishiya, don't laugh, that's disrespectful."

"Don't poke me, your sleeves are wet. Fish is so much worse than crepe."

"Shh! Fish can hear you!" -

All of a sudden, the night sky was exploding - but when you looked up, it was only raining coloured light.

Your breath hitched. "Chishiya! It's fireworks!"

The pops of light filled your vision like falling stars. You tugged Chishiya by his sleeve to the crowded plain of the fairground, wanting to get closer to the magic. Chishiya grumbled, telling you to slow down or you'd drop your fish, but he stumbled along with you nevertheless.

You had never seen fireworks before, but you had always wanted to; the more rural prefectures of Tokyo you had moved from tended not to hold these kinds of celebrations. So you watched the world glitter for the first time in your life, and it felt like the heavens were a little closer to you, just for a moment.

"I've never seen fireworks before," you breathed, dazzled. You shifted the fishbowl in your hands - the ceramic was cool against your skin, bringing you back down to earth. You turned to Chishiya, lit up with excitement. "They're so pretty! Do you get to see them every year?"

A beat of silence followed your words, and at first you thought that your voice had gotten lost amidst the clamour of festivities. But then Chishiya slowly shook his head.

"This is the first time I've come to one of these," he admitted. For a split second he was illuminated with light, specks of colour dancing across his face, before the fireworks blinked out. "So no."

"Really?" You tilted your head to the side in surprise. Surely, Chishiya had been to at least one festival before? After all, he had lived here longer than you. "How come?"

Chishiya shrugged, another gesture that was lost upon your vision in the darkness, save for the quiet rustling of fabric. "Most kids go with their parents," he said. "Mine would never come. I didn't see the point in going."

"Oh," you said, so soft you didn't know whether or not he could hear it. Another beat of silence, only longer that time. You felt your chest squeeze. The urge to take his hand overcame you - something your mother used to do to comfort you. She never really did it anymore, but the fond memory still lingered in your mind. Chishiya smiled wryly.

"Don't feel sorry for me," he said mildly. "I hate it when people do."

"Oh," you said again. "Uh...I wasn't."

This made Chishiya grin. "Good."

You couldn't help it - you grinned back. What you wanted to say was that you weren't pitying him, not at all. You too had come alone, left to your own devices as your parents took no notice of where you went. You doubt they even noticed you were gone now. But you couldn't find the words to tell him in a way that sounded comforting, less childlike, less pitiful. Your vocabulary just wasn't large enough yet.

So you didn't say it at all.

The last firework of the night whistled up into the air and burst, but Chishiya's eyes remained on you. The noise caused you to almost miss his voice, but you were able to catch the words take shape on the blonde's lips.

"Thank you," he murmured. Maybe it was all the noise going on around you, but you were sure that he was speaking a lot quieter than before. He gave you an idle smile. "I had fun today."

The fireworks might have been over by then, but Chishiya's words had the lights beginning to sparkle in your chest instead. At that moment, you realised that you'd just made your first friend since you'd moved. Gone was the hesitance you had felt upon first speaking with Chishiya - warmed with the happy glow, you gave him your biggest smile. "Me too!" -

It was the summer after your fourteenth birthday when Chishiya moved away. But just before he left, the two of you attended one last festival together.

You remember the chirp of faraway cicadas accompanied by the scent of sugar upon the air as you bit the inside of your cheek, incredulous. Chishiya had just broken the news to you. "You're moving away? But why?"

Chishiya shrugged. "My father thinks the schools here aren't good enough," he said. He sounded much too indifferent for such a crisis. "I'll still be in Tokyo. Just in a different ward."

You frowned. "But still...it'll be weird not seeing you anymore." You felt the sting of tears behind your eyes, and desperately tried to suppress them. Chishiya had borne witness to your tears many times before, like when you'd scraped your knee at ten or scored miserably on a test at twelve, but you thought that now you were fourteen you were too old to shed tears. This wasn't something you could patch up with a bandaid or offers to help you study, anyway. "Who am I going to thrash at coconut shy now?"

"I beat you at coconut shy every time we play, though." Chishiya leaned in closer, inspecting you. "Look, don't cry."

"I'm not!" You scrubbed at your eyes fiercely, trying to erase the evidence of the tears collecting above your lower lashes. Chishiya raised a hand to muffle his laugh, a rare sound that you had always sought to hear from him since your first meeting. "Shun, don't laugh! This is a serious matter!"

Chishiya grinned, lifting his hands as if to show surrender. "Okay, okay. Not laughing, see?"

You hit his shoulder weakly, giving a watery laugh of your own. He only grinned wider at the action. "I hate you," you said mournfully, not meaning it for a second. All you really wanted to do was to give him a big hug, but in all the years you had been friends you had grown to be cautious of touching Chishiya. He seemed to dislike physical contact, visibly tensing whenever you opened your arms for a hug. "You have to buy me three candy apples to make up for this."

"...I'll buy you two."

"Shuntaro!"

"Fine! Three." -

You and Chishiya stood under the fireworks once more, for the last time.

You had ended up giving in, the blonde purchasing only two candy apples - one for you and the other for himself. You found this rather odd, since you knew he much preferred strawberries and would have rather bought one of the crepes, but you said nothing about it.

The two of you had munched on the treats in silence, and in doing so you had recalled the numerous times you had shared such a moment with Chishiya before. What would it be like to come to the summer festivals alone once he had moved away? By then it had become like a tradition between you. You couldn't imagine him not being there next to you, chewing on some fruit confection with appreciative murmurs.

The fireworks exploded all around you, scattering the world with light. Purples and pinks and blues painted the night sky. It's so beautiful, is what you remember thinking - it was like a spell has been cast on you and suddenly you were nine again, a fishbowl in your hands and your eyes wide with wonder. Chishiya was beside you, and the world was right.

You just couldn't picture it being any different.

"Shun," you whispered. "It feels like the world is ending."

He turned to you, the inquisition in his brown eyes flashing with the glimmer overhead. His surprise faded quickly and a slight smile spread over his face, his eyes crinkling slightly with amusement. Your favourite smile on earth.

"Don't be silly," he said, "you'll be fine when I'm gone."

"But I'm going to miss you." You said sadly. Chishiya didn't give an answer, but laughed quietly in a way that said, you'll forget about me soon enough. The thought of such a thing happening brought an ache to your heart.

For a long time, the two of you stood in silence. Your eyes fluttered closed for a beat, then two. You focused on the feel of the night air cooling against your skin, the sounds of the firework display. If the world as you knew it was ending, then you wanted to commit this moment to memory.

Tentative fingertips brushed against the back of your hand. Your eyes blinked open. Chishiya's touch was ginger and ever so light, like a softly-spoken word, and you allowed him to take your hand without question. Your fingers intertwined and the warmth of his palm pressed against your own.

That's when you understood that Chishiya would miss you too.

You snuck a glimpse at the blonde out of the corner of your eye; if there had been light, you would've seen that the tips of his ears were dusted with pink. You looked away, mumbling into the darkness.

"You have to write to me every day, okay?"

"I think my hands would fall off if I did."

"That's what you deserve, you traitor. Alright, how about once a week?"

Chishiya paused. You could hear the grin in his voice when he spoke. "I'll see what I can do."

"I swear I had 500 yen in here somewhere," you grumble.

You sift through the numerous coats in your closet, checking all the pockets twice over. You vaguely recall, over the winter, having slipped a coin or two of change into your pocket. You give up and begin searching the floor of the closet; maybe you're lying to yourself and the 500 yen really doesn't exist, but it's summer and you want to buy ice cream. And money found in coat pockets means you're not eating into your savings, right?

"Huh," you push aside heavy fabric to find a cardboard box, tucked into the corner of your closet. You pull it out with a frown - you don't remember having put this box in there. When your fingers touch the lid, you find it is covered in a thin film of dust. The objects in it must be ages old.

But when you lift the box into the sunlight and slip off the lid, the memories come flooding back.

A stack of letters sits in the centre, tied up neatly with a blue ribbon. Oh, you think. You pull on the bow carefully and it easily comes undone, the ribbon fluttering down to the cardboard. The envelopes in the stack are thin and slightly creased, presumably from all the times you had read and reread them all those years ago. Of course. How could I forget?

You slip the top letter off the stack, turning it over to read the address. The characters are scrawling and written in thin graphite pencil, in that barely readable way you had always teased him for writing in.

It's been a while since Chishiya's written.

You slowly peel the envelope's flap open and slide the folded piece of Campus paper out of it, turning it over in your fingers. After that summer, when Chishiya left, you had kept up regular correspondence for about a year.

Chishiya had kept his promise, for the most part.

Back then, you wrote to him about everything - school, how Ms Yamagata the homeroom teacher left to teach in Sendai, how you missed him since Mozuki Tadashi moved into his empty seat. Though much less of a smartass, Tadashi was just not the same. Chishiya replied, with news of how his new school was, how his neighbours held too many barbecues, and to stop flooding his house with letters or he'd drown in the paper. You'd snorted upon reading that. Yet even so, his letters meant the world to you - they meant that he still kept you in mind, as you did him. But as you came to know, the world always ended one moment at a time.

This theory came into practice as time wore on, his responses growing fewer and further in between, his letters growing shorter each time. You began to dread the letter that would be his last. And once the snow began to melt from the trees, they eventually stopped coming.

You never knew why - you reasoned at first that maybe he was busy, and would write back to you when he could. You understood Chishiya's priorities better than most, and so you left it alone. But when months passed without word, you thought that maybe his letters had gotten lost in the mail, or postal services had been delayed; you'd even visited the post office yourself to ask if anything had come for you. But after many more months of waiting and a few more letters inquiring after him, you never got another envelope. You had been devastated. Despite the distance between you two, you were convinced that you would stay in touch.

You remember the last letter he'd replied to, where you had detailed the summer festival that year. You made sure to note that the crepe stall had been taken over by the former owner's daughter, who had given you a free crepe - you were pretty sure that was the only news he might be interested to hear.

In the last letter you received from him, he told you that they didn't hold summer festivals where he'd moved. It was a brief letter, like how all his most recent ones had become. You could tell that the graphite pencil he was writing in had worn down by how his words darkened towards the end of the letter.

That was when you were fifteen.

You wrote to him again, your final letter, when you were eighteen. Three years later. Your father had passed away of a chronic illness, and your mother shortly after from grief. They had always been more of a two-person unit, despite their child. You wrote that Chishiya was welcome to come to the funeral, if he was ever in the area; even though your family had remained detached from you, they recognised the blonde from the many times he had visited your place to get away from his own family. Of course, at that point you didn't expect him to reply, nor for him to come. And just like all the other letters, it went unanswered.

You startle slightly when a small pop sounds outside, muffled by the glass of your window, followed by multiple bursts of the same sound.

A sigh escapes your lips, brought back from your reverie. You let the letter flutter to your lap as you stretch your arms out behind your head. When the pops outside grow louder with every passing second, you quickly pack up the box again and put it back into your closet, wanting to check out the source of the sound. The moment of reminiscence is over. The noise sounds like fireworks, you believe, but that's strange - the festivals don't start for another week.

Speaking of which, you hadn't gone to a summer festival in a while, either. When was the last time you had gone? You can't seem to remember, exactly; Chishiya had always been at the back of your mind whenever the intention tugged at you. Hm, you clamber to your feet, maybe I should go again this year.

A few steps forward brings you to the window and you stare out of the glass panes, brows furrowing with confusion. Sure enough, the sounds are fireworks - what seems like millions of them, bright and dazzling against the clear blue sky. Your eyes flicker, the simple and familiar thought flitting across your mind. They're so pretty. You're hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia, taken back to a time when summer didn't feel so melancholic.

Maybe, you amend your earlier decision, maybe I could go visit now.

You'd just go to see the fairground, maybe buy a few candy apples if the stalls are still there. It would be nice, to see it again after all these years.

You grab a light coat before leaving, since you spot a gentle breeze lifting the leaves on the pavement outside. Upon shoving your hand into its pocket, you touch something metallic. You blink, pulling out the object.

Ah. There's your 500 yen. -

It's strangely quiet when you step foot on the fairground, save for the quiet whisper of trees and the fireworks still going on overhead.

The wind is soft and warm against your back as your gaze roams the grounds. The silence that has settled over the fairground becomes no mystery when you realise that you are the only person there. Are the grounds closed? But you're sure that it would be open at this time in the afternoon, when pink has not yet begun to melt into the sky, when it would usually be bustling with people.

You take a few steps forward, glancing around. The food stalls are all empty, the hand-painted banners fluttering gently in the breeze. Come to think of it, you hadn't seen anyone on your way to the fairground, either. You had just assumed it was a quiet day; empty streets weren't that uncommon in the warmer weather, where your neighbours would stay inside to keep cool in air conditioning, but an entire fairground is another story.

Your heartbeat picks up ever so slightly as you begin to make your way through the empty fairground. You walk slowly and cautiously, as if someone might pop out of the shadows at any minute. You find the candy apple stall, as silent as the rest of the grounds. There are still fresh apples in the display case, as if they had been made just this morning. You peer into the stall again once more hesitantly before taking one - after a moment's thought you leave your 500 yen coin on the counter, in case someone came inquiring after the missing apple.

Deciding to take advantage of the empty fairground you patter around the area aimlessly for a while, munching your apple. On your way you pass the stone ledge where you'd met Chishiya for the first time, the goldfish scooping stall, the plain where you had stood craning your neck to watch the fireworks. The plain is where you stop now - the fireworks are still going on above your head, so you thought you might as well watch them for a while.

You've never seen fireworks in the daytime, but no matter how many times you've seen such lights before, they're always able to recapture the magic you'd first felt upon seeing them. You breathe out, reliving those summer memories of tasting sugar and the coolness of the wind on your tongue. You are brought back to what you'd said to Chishiya all those years ago. It feels like the world is ending, you'd whispered. Though it seems childish, the unusual emptiness of the fairground feels like your words might be coming true, somehow.

"Perhaps the world really is ending now, hm?"

Somewhere behind you, someone voices your thoughts aloud.

Your pulse picks up as soon as the sound graces your ears. The voice is soft and lilted with amusement, carried on the wind. It's slightly different from when you'd last heard it, lower and maybe even a bit more aloof, but his tone is unmistakable. Your heart suddenly aches; you dare not believe it.

But then you turn around and Chishiya is there, right in front of you, a half-grin adorning his face like he'd never left.

As you stand there frozen, eyes wide, it feels as if you are viewing the scene as a third person; like you're watching the final scene of a movie, where the only two characters are you and him, before the credits begin to roll. The silk screen wavers as you utter a quietly incredulous laugh. Chishiya smiles, his eyes crinkling in the way that you loved so much. His eyes look darker, his expression harder, but his smile had always been your favourite.

You take a small, hesitant step forward.

Maybe the world is ending again, but it occurs to you that maybe it should be. With Chishiya, the world is always ending and beginning over and over, as rapid as green leaves on the summer breeze. Chishiya lets you tentatively wrap your arms around him into a hug, burying your face into the soft fabric of the white hoodie he is wearing. He was never one for physical contact but now he rubs small circles into your back, a chuckle in his voice as you tell him in a wavery tone how much you hate him. But of course, you don't; you could never bring yourself to. The unanswered letters of your youth drift away on the air current that tousles his blonde hair.

The world is ending again, but you think that as long as Chishiya is with you this time, it'll be okay.

#chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya #alice in borderland #aib #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya fluff #chishiya shuntaro x you #chishiya x y/n #chishiya oneshot #chishiya childhood friends au #aib au

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furrbbyx · 1 year

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M👹NSTER March Day 17: Plant

Oooo. I can't take anything seriously.

Here's the sauce. A little fairy tale about a man who loves plants.

cis!male humanoid x gn sentient plant monster

nsft

cw: jizz in a plant

Do not reproduce, do not copy.

There once was a man who loved plants. And his plants loved him back.

Oh yes,

He traveled the world for seeds. He had a subscription to every catalog that had seeds in his region. He lived online on gardening forums.

When the the town he lived in decided to throw a gardening festival in the middle of the summer, the man entered into every category. Though he loved to show off his skills there was an element of his pride that brought him shame.

For he so loved the plants that he felt they were his lovers, his confidants, his most intimate partners in life. The more he hid his feelings the more unsettled he became. Not trusting himself to stick to the proper level of devotion when speaking about his gardening he withdrew from society.

He grew all of his treasures behind tall fence walls. He found obscure forums to lurk in. He spent days pouring through the catalogs and caressing the hand drawn illustrations of bulbous knobbly curibits, fluffy curling brassicas, and even the cultivated poppies, with their petals thrust open like a woman's skirt blown by the wind, caught his attention, his devotion.

Before withdrawing from the world completely he decided to take one last trip. Lured by a trader on one of the internet sites, the man prepared his garden beds and pressed a goodbye kiss to each houseplant before journeying into space.

On the OrbitalHub he finally felt some relief. The large space station was an enormous shopping complex and he, searching for exotic plants and heirloom seeds to cultivate for the next few decades, was one of the more innocuous shoppers. Aliens from many sectors offered goods here.

The man enjoyed his days aboard the OrbitalHub, especially when he finally met the trader, a merchant with plant wares. The seeds the Ereyctian brought to trade were exquisite. Yet the man felt his own pride with the strong Terran seeds he'd produced for his side of the trade. Of course exotic vegetables were being sought by the man, but it was the merchant's promise of a rarer treasure that made him sweat. A special type of plant that required a certain kind of genetic material so that it could reproduce.

When the deal was done the man made his way back planet-side. Not a single agent bat an eye at his customs slip. He started to breathe easy filling his lungs with organic atmosphere instead of the artificial one. And as soon as he stepped back into the foyer of his home he resumed his old life. With only a slight change. As the man laid down to sleep that night he placed his newest herbaceous acquisition on the bedside table.

In a shimmering obsidian octahedron, its fat roots clearly visible and glowing against the glass, was a babygirl plant from the marshes of G'leedur-5. It wasn't much more than writhing roots, a thick dark purple stalk, and a nodding closed flower head as large as a house cat. Quite shapely, and always fragrant, it was the man's new obsession and he refused to let it out of his sight until they got to know each other better.

The man laid down and fell into a contented sleep. When his consciousness slipped into deep slumber and the night grew very late, the alien flower began to start its blooming cycle. The smooth roots grew from their pot climbing up the walls, over the head board, and over the man. Once his form was detected all of the roots made their way to him.

The now ambulatory plant wasted no time in seeking out the genetic material that would help it complete its purpose. Each root tendril slithered down the mans body with teasing flicks and gropes. Soon they had his cock free and easy accessed. The flower head began to nod, bending the stalk even further and the roots held the man stiff helping to penetrate the tight furl of petals. In a haze of instinctual breeding frenzy the flower head began to suck and pulse around the mans cock. In no time it had produced a thick mucilage, lubricating the shaft trapped in its petals. It's roots palpitated and caressed the heavy sack of his balls seeking an optimal discharge.

The man awoke just minutes before his soul was nearly sucked from his body. He watched, fascinated, as his dreams finally played out in real life. Panting like a runner, he threw his head back with a long groan that seemed to rip through his body, bowing his back. He stayed there trembling and aching and cumming over and over.

He was thoroughly milked, yet the flower head remained tightly closed. The man gathered the plant into his arms with affection and tenderness.

"Don't worry my darling. You must need much more of my spunk to reach maturity" He told the plant. He fell back to sleep then, with his lover in his arms.

#terato #monster march #monster lover #monster fucker #exophilia #monster girlfriend #monster smut

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boroughshq · 29 days

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Welcome to the community bulletin board! Here are some events happening around the Boroughs this month:

May 4: Star Wars Night @ The Corner Pub, Brooklyn

May 5: Cinco do Mayo @ Queens Night Market, Queens

May 6: Met Gala Watch Party @ Becky's Martini Bar, Manhattan

May 10-12: BoroughsHQ Event 002: Art Festival

May 12: Build-A-Mama-Bear @ Bay Plaza Mall, the Bronx

May 18: Kite Festival @ Prospect Park, Brooklyn

May 21: Garden Walk @ Snug Harbor Botanical Gardens, Staten Island

May 24: Beach Volleyball Tournament @ Rockaway Beach, Queens

May 31: Taste of Spring Special @ Bake My Day, Queens

Continue reading below to find descriptive blurbs of each event. As a reminder, community events are optional events for members to use during their threads throughout the month of May.

May 4: Star Wars Night @ The Corner Pub, Brooklyn

May the 4th be with you! Patrons are welcome to join the Corner Pub for Star Wars night. Bring any droids or lightsabers you have with you for a fun night of Star Wars themed trivia, topped off with a costume contest - winner gets a free entrée and drink of their choice!

May 5: Cinco do Mayo @ Queens Night Market, Queens

Queens Night Market is going all out with a Tex Mex themed celebration! Tequila, tacos, nachos, margaritas, and more available for cheap, with fun music to boot!

May 6: Met Gala Watch Party @ Becky's Martini Bar, Manhattan

Who said normal citizens can't also dress up for the Met Gala? Walk the rainbow carpet at Becky's and enjoy a night of martinis and outfit critiquing as livestreams of Met Gala press plays on the big screens. Don't forget to dress in theme: The Garden of Time!

May 10-12: BoroughsHQ Event 002: Art Festival

A festival of colorful spectacular, soon to take over the boroughs over the weekend of the 10-12 (& a week of ooc writing between 10-17). More information to come! **No threads allowed until week of event.

May 12: Build-A-Mama-Bear @ Bay Plaza Mall, the Bronx

In honor of Mother's Day, the Build-A-Bear located at Bay Plaza Mall is doing Build-A-Mama-Day special, topped with all kinds of fun mother-related outfits and accessories. Build on the fun with their 2-for-1 special, where mothers and daughters are welcome to make a mama and daughter bear for the price of one!

May 18: Kite Festival @ Prospect Park, Brooklyn

Kite enthusiasts rejoice, the kite festival is back in town! From noon through to the evening, kite flyers everywhere are welcome to come and enjoy a day of color, wind, and awe with a community of fellow enthusiasts. Bring your own kite or make your own at the kite making station featured at the festival!

May 21: Garden Walk @ Snug Harbor Botanical Gardens, Staten Island

The peony's are in bloom, and Snug Harbor would love to share their beauty with you! For just a small fee, members of the community are welcome to join workers on a guided Garden Walk of the botanical gardens, complete with a complimentary floral cocktail.

May 24: Beach Volleyball Tournament @ Rockaway Beach, Queens

Sun's out and school's out, and beach season is officially underway! Local college graduates have put together a beach volleyball tournament to celebrate, and anyone of all ages are welcome to sign up and join, or watch from the sidelines! It's bragging rights galore for the winning team!

May 31: Taste of Spring Special @ Bake My Day, Queens

Summer is just around the corner, but Bake My Day isn't quite through with celebrating spring. For the last day of the month before summer-season kicks into gear with the start of June, the bakery will offer specialty "flights" of bite-sized spring-flavored treats. Lavender and lemon and basil and thyme, oh my!

Admin Note: The above events are all optional events that members are free to use as the setting for threads throughout the month of May. Though each event comes with brief descriptions, writers are free to manipulate and take liberties with them however they like for their threads. Additionally, writers are not restricted to only writing threads on the dates of the events listed; you are free to create threads around these events and post them whenever you like during the month of May.

#boroughs.community #event postponed to this month bc no time last!; also I didn't proofread so if there's a typo no there isn't <3

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Celebrate the End of May by Meeting Us!!

The US is celebrating Memorial Day this weekend, and all around the northern hemisphere, we’re enjoying the warming weather and the end of a lovely May!

And what better way to enjoy the end of the month than getting your book on?

For only the second time ever, people involved with Duck Prints Press – the independent press founded by fandom folks to publish the original work of fancreators, with an emphasis on works featuring LGBTQIA+ characters – will be attending cons and book events to (officially and unofficially) share more information about the Press!

Interested in learning more by meeting folks involved with the Press? Well, if you’re going to either of these events this weekend, you can!

The Hay Festival, Hay-on-Wye, Wales, UK

Rachael L. Young, Press staff editor, will be attending The Hay Festival today, tomorrow, and Sunday! We have no official presence at the Festival, but you’ll know Rachael by her awesome Press swag, including several of our books, our pins, our bookmarks, and this amazing Dux tote bag she got custom printed! If you see her, stop by and say hi – and don’t forget to grab one of our business cards before you leave!

Balticon, Baltimore, Maryland, USA

Author Tris Lawrence is attending Balticon tomorrow, Sunday, and Monday, where she’ll be promoting her own work and her work with the Press, including participating in multiple panels and doing a reading from her novel Commit to the Kick. She’s also got several of our anthologies for you to take a look at, a pile of business cards, the last unsold print copies of the first print run of Commit to the Kick (we’ve got a reprint in the works, though…) and the debut of our first-ever entirely free Duck Prints Press zine, assembled by author and editor Alec J. Marsh!

Want to meet Tris? Here’s her panel schedule:

Sunday 11:30am – Spear Carriers and Background Characters

Sunday 2:30pm – Works I Wasn’t Ready to Write

Sunday 4:00pm – How to succeed as an ND (NeuroDiverse) creative

Sunday 5:30pm – Reading (with Elektra Hammond)

Monday 11:30am – Small press or self-publish?

If you’re going to either of these events, we really hope to meet you there!

Not able to attend either of these events? You’ll have other chances! We’re still fleshing out our 2023 convention schedule, but we know for sure we’ll have people – and tables! – at these events:

NordCon, Hamburg, Germany – June 2nd – 4th: Alessa Riel and possibly other German Press folks will be attending NordCon! We’ll have a table there, along with cards, stickers, and some other fun freebies.

FlameCon, New York City, New York, USA – August 12th – 13th: we might be attending FlameCon! We are on the waitlist for a small table, and if we’re able to get a table, we’ll be there with bells on (possibly literally). If not, we’ll skip this year, but we’re definitely going to try to make it next year!

FandomFest, Schenectady, New York, USA – August 26th – 27th: I (Nina Waters/unforth), Tris Lawrence, Catherine E. Green, Shea Sullivan, Willa Blythe, Nova Mason, and possibly other Press authors and contributors will be attending this convention, local to where the Press is based! We’ll have a vending table with merch and books for sale, and we’ll also be hosting a panel about transitioning from writing fanfiction to original fiction. We’ll post more about that, including scheduling, once the con organizers formally announce the schedule.

Albacon, Albany, New York, USA – September 8th – 10th: Tris Lawrence and I will be at Albacon in Albany, and we’ll be vending too! We don’t yet know about panels and readings, but we’re definitely looking to get involved. When the event is closer, we’ll absolutely be sharing more information.

We’re looking to expand our con attendance in the future, so be on the look out! And if you know a local con you think would suit us, do let us know!

What about y’all – attending any fun cons or book-related events this summer?

#duck prints press #balticon #hay festival #book events #cons #tris lawrence #rachael l. young #nordcon #flamecon #fandomfest #albacon

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Yuletide Delights (One-Shot)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Story Warnings: breeding kink, let me say that again, breeding kink, unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it guys, power/fragility kink, D/s vibes, Loki is kind of mean in this but also vv soft lmao, choking, spanking, pussy slapping, rough sex, cockdrunk reader, seriously this is absolute filth, HAPPY YULE

Word Count: 2.6k

Written for @lokisgoodgirl's Winter Warmers collection!

Loki’s back slams into the brick wall of the alleyway, held flush by one small hand in the middle of his chest—yours, as evidenced by the festive nail polish he'd watched you so painstakingly paint just hours ago. It isn’t often someone can sneak up on him, but it’s you – it’s always you – and you aren’t supposed to be here. You’ve been assigned to another position, which you’ve no doubt abandoned in favour of his company.

It’s a wonder the dear Captain hasn’t taken you out of the field for pulling stunts like this, but then, it is Christmas Eve.

Loki’s eyes flick up to yours, where he catches a glimpse of your desire before you smother him with a kiss—absolutely not the sort of kiss you’d give him unless you’re hoping to be thoroughly ravished. It’s passionate, heady, and so full of longing that he can’t help but give in.

Conflict rages within him like a summer storm despite the frigid temperature outside when your fingers drop to his belt. The two of you will no doubt be called into action at any moment, but you don’t seem to care. You never seem to care when you’re aching for him like this.

“My love, I really think—ah,” a pleasured hiss escapes him as you wrap your hand around his length. “This may not be the wisest idea—”

“But you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” you ask breathily. Your thumb sweeps over the tip of his cock, smearing pre-spend in your wake, and his head drops back against the brickwork with a dull thunk.

“I am always ready for you,” Loki groans, half in pleasure, half in reprimand as your lips move to attack the newly-exposed flesh of his throat. He feels you smile as you suck a bruise there, before your tongue trails up the line of his neck to his ear.

“Then show me,” you breathe, sending a cascade of goosebumps down his spine.

Norns. Anything for his queen. In a flash, Loki has your front pressed against the ice-cold wall as he holds your wrists behind your back with one hand. The other trails up the back of your thigh, your bare skin silky to the touch.

“I should suspected something the moment I saw you wearing this bloody dress,” he grumbles, because the red velvet easily rucks up around your waist. His palm smooths against the viridescent lace covering your perfect arse – a warning for what’s to come. “But you told me it was suitable for our work this evening, didn’t you, darling? It wasn’t for the mission at all, now was it?”

His hand claps down harshly, and you gasp in pain. “N-No—”

“No. You had ulterior motives.” A quiet zip resounds as Loki unfastens his trousers the rest of the way, and the clink of his belt buckle makes you squirm with excitement. His free hand comes up to cup the underside of your jaw, after which he pulls your body back against his chest to whisper into your ear, “What a filthy little whore you are, so desperate for my cock in the middle of a mission. Aren’t you?”

A whimper escapes you as you grind back against him. “Loki—”

His fingers tighten against your pulse, and your eyelids flutter. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m desperate for your cock,” you whine. “Now fuck me like a whore, Loki, please!”

Loki shoves you forward again, to hook two fingers into the gusset of your panties before he yanks them to the side. A shiver wracks your body as the wintery air comes into contact with your bare cunt, promptly forgotten when his fingertips swipe through your soaked folds. “Oh, look at you… I suppose you’ll need no preparation, hm? Not when you’re like this.”

He shows you the sticky, creamy sheen coating his fingertips – the evidence of your arousal – after which he holds them to your lips. You accept his offering with relish, sucking your own desperation off of his fingers as the head of his cock sluices through your slickness.

And then, without warning, he shoves himself all the way inside the blissfully tight squeeze of your cunt.

You bite out a swear at suddenness of the action, at the delicious stretch as you take his entire cock in one fluid motion, at the way his hand clamps over your mouth to stifle your startled cry.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Loki taunts. He slowly pulls out nearly all the way, and you can’t help but clench around him from the beautiful drag of him against your walls. “To be fucked.”

Then he slams back inside, even harder this time, and your eyes roll back at the borderline painful press of him against your cervix – but it feels too good.

“Oh—Oh my god,” you choke out against his palm.

“Yes,” he answers plainly, the fingertips of his free hand digging into the meat of your hip as he tediously withdraws a second time. “Your god. Now be a good little mortal and take everything I’ve so graciously decided to offer you this day.”

It is Yule, after all.

As if to prove his point, Loki fucks into you roughly – brutally – more so than usual, to the point that he almost doesn’t seem to care about any discomfort or lasting marks caused by his maltreatment. You know a single safe word would prove otherwise, not that you need to use it; rather, you can barely even think of the word at all with him leading you to ruin.

“L-Loki,” comes your muffled gasp. Your nails bite into the brickwork as the tension starts to pool in your abdomen – but then he fully cages you against the wall with his body, pinning you flat against it, and the pleasure starts to crest entirely too soon. “Fuck, fuck, I’m—I’m gonna—”

“You will not.” Loki's arm slides firmly around your waist, trapping you against the steel cage of his body as he enacts his divine punishment upon you. “Not until I allow it. No, darling, you are going to wait.”

“I—I can’t,” you stammer senselessly, unable to prevent the onslaught of your impending orgasm no matter how much you squirm to break free from his hold. The delectable snap of his hips has become a relentless force, unyielding, and you have no choice but to take whatever he‘s willing to give. “Loki, I can’t—”

His arm shifts just enough for him to bring two fingers to your clit, and the tension becomes almost too much to bear. A muffled shriek resounds, because you can’t get away – and you love it, even when his utter sacking of you makes your legs tremble from exertion.

“Hold it,” Loki orders. You can feel yourself fluttering around him – even more so when his masculine groan meets your ears, and you realise that he’s taking his own pleasure from you, he’s using you, in just the way he likes. “You will come with me, and not a second sooner.”

A choked sob escapes you from his impossible ask. “Loki, please—please, I can’t hold it, I can’t—”

“Such a needy thing,” he says lovingly, purposely ignoring your protests – instead bringing his lips to your shoulder. “So desperate for my cock that you needed me to fuck you right here,” he slaps your pussy, and you jolt, “without any regard for the consequences. I’m only giving you what you asked for, my love, and you have the audacity to tell me that you can’t handle it?” Loki clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Perhaps I’ve spoiled you.”

When his fingers hook into the inside of your cheek, you lose yourself entirely.

“Please,” you plead as best you can. The word doesn’t come out all that clear, not that it matters with the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth from the way he’s fucked you so completely mindless. “Please, please, please—”

“Tell me where you want it,” he demands hoarsely. He’s close; you can hear it in his voice.

“Inside,” you gasp out – your innermost desire. It’s too risky for him to come inside without protection, but you’re too fucked out to think straight.

Loki swears, low and rough, before his teeth sink into the tender flesh of your shoulder to muffle the sound of his own pleasure. His tongue laves over the mark as his fingertips quicken upon your clit, and your body writhes of its own accord. “Darling, you—you must realise what’ll happen if I do as you ask—”

The very thought of what could happen rips a loud moan from your throat as you squeeze around him, pushed to the brink. His fingers leave your mouth to tangle in your hair, and he wrenches your head back to hold your teary, half-lidded gaze, a welcome change from your cheek pressing into solid, frigid brick.

“Is that what you want?” he breathes.

The heat in those gorgeous emerald irises overwhelms you. “Yes, fuck, please—”

“You filthy girl,” he snarls, ruthless, now, in his destruction of you. You rock up onto your toes with every brutal thrust, leaving you all but weightless compared to the strength of a god. “You want me to fuck you full of my seed? Flood your empty womb until it takes?”

“Yes, yes, give it to me, Loki, give me your cum—”

Your high-pitched whine prompts him to kiss you, messy and feral – primal. Hazily, you think that he looks as fucked-out as you do – stray strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, flush of passion on his cheeks – but the look in his eyes is what does you in.

Loki wants this just as much as you do.

“Fuck,” you rasp, just as his fingers press more firmly down upon your clit – finally wrenching your orgasm from you. “I’m—I’m coming, fuck, you’re gonna make me come—”

“Yes,” he snarls. “Fall apart as I make you mine. Everyone will know who you belong to when they see you round with my child, isn’t that right?”

You let out a keening wail, something in the affirmative as your knees go weak, but Loki easily holds you up.

“That’s it, darling, come for me, let me feel you—”

And you do. You finally, finally fall over the edge, body tensing up like a live wire as Loki pushes in as deep as he can go, spilling inside of you just like you asked for. The sound of your name on his lips, so coarse and desperate, sends a shiver down your spine, and his cock throbs as he fills you to the brim, every hot rope of cum coating your cervix – marking you as his.

His forehead rests against the wall beside yours as your breathing starts to level – bringing along with it the realisation of what you’ve just done. “I’m—I’m gonna get pregnant,” comes your dazed whisper, which makes his cock twitch inside of you. Quickly, you tap his arm as the panic starts to settle in. “Loki, pull out, pull out!”

He quickly does exactly that, his softening cock slipping wetly from your sodden core. You can feel his cum dripping out of you onto the pavement, and what doesn’t leaves a sticky trail down your inner thighs. “My love, I—”

Without him holding you up, however, your legs give out, and you drop – barely catching yourself in a close-legged squat. At the very least, it allows more of his creamy spend to dribble out of your cunt. The sensation turns you right back on, and you can’t help but collect some of it on your fingers straight from where the rivulets of his seed have been seeping out of you.

You stare at it on your fingertips, mystified.

“I’m sorry,” Loki says quietly, prompting you to glance up at him. The remorse in his voice makes your heart clench, but what’s worse is that he won’t look at you, obvious shame marring his beautiful features. “I know you aren’t taking contraceptives, and I… I still…”

A fire rages in the pit of your stomach, because holy hell, he sure did. That filthy mouth of his, all of his glorious dirty talk, makes you realise exactly how much he’s been wanting this.

And so did you. So do you. You have for a long, long time.

“I wanted you to,” you finally answer, wiping your fingers on your skin before you shakily pull yourself back to your feet. Loki quickly offers you a hand to help steady you, which you take – and he finally looks at you, shameful and apologetic.

“Be that as it may, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, it’s my fault. I’m the one who brought it up in the heat of the moment. I’m sorry, Loki.” You give him an apologetic smile. “I've wanted this for a long time.”

Loki’s eyes flick back and forth between yours, searching for any hint of deception, before he finally allows them to trail downwards – to the sticky mess streaking down your thighs. He exhales a long, slow, shaky breath and meets your eyes once more. “You are going to be the death of me. Do you know how long I’ve hoped to start a family with you? I thought it would be best for you to come around to the idea of your own accord, so I haven’t—”

“Since last Christmas, right?” you ask offhandedly, straightening your skirt. Your hands brush the wrinkles from the front of it as you add, “When Tony brought Morgan to visit for the holidays.”

Loki swallows thickly, and you know, then, that you’re right.

You give him a knowing look. “Did you really think he roped me into babysitting for three days straight?”

His brows furrow in confusion. “As I recall, you complained about that quite a lot—”

“I volunteered so that he and Pepper could have a couple of days to themselves before the start of the new year. But someone,” you trail a finger under Loki’s chin, and his adam’s apple bobs, “couldn’t keep his eyes off of me whenever Morgan needed to be carried, so I might have, uh...” you clear your throat, “purposely drawn attention to it.”

He snatches your hand into his, his eyes narrowing playfully. “You little minx. I should have known.”

You laugh. “Honestly, I just needed to burn off some of my baby fever. I didn’t think it would be, you know... contagious.”

Loki’s grip on your hand relaxes just a little, but he doesn’t release you. “Then how long have you—?”

“Since the Christmas before last.”

He stares at you, dumbfounded. “Darling, that was two years ago.”

“Yeah, well, seeing you playing Yuletide games with a bunch of Asgardian children might have awakened something in me,” you admit embarrassedly. “You were calling the youngest one princess, remember? So I wound up thinking about how you might be like when we have a baby girl—”

“When?” Loki echoes, his eyes shining with amusement and something a little darker. “Not if?”

You lick your lips and nod.

Gently, carefully, Loki eases you back against the wall once more – facing him this time. He chuckles softly and leans down to kiss your neck, gentle and sweet. “Oh, my love, I’ve been wondering what had gotten into you that night. I thought you may have been given a little too much hibiscus tea.”

“You told me to have no more than three cups,” you sigh, as his lips begin to work their magic on the sensitive skin of your throat. Tempted as you’d been to try three cups of aphrodisiac on Christmas Eve two years prior, you weren’t sure how strong it would be. “Just to be safe, I only had one.”

He pulls back to look at you, emerald eyes blazing into yours. “You only had one? My love, you were absolutely insatiable.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, biting your lip as you hold his gaze – which allows you to watch his pupils dilate as your reason clicks into place.

“Ah… I see,” Loki hums, leaning back in to suck a bruise just beneath your ear. His hand gently comes to rest upon your lower belly as he whispers into your ear, “Then I know exactly what I'd like to give my queen for Yule this year.”

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