#I want to feel how soft and strong they are and just tangle myself around them

[nateezfics]

98 and 105 for Mingi, i beg!! please 🤌

98 — “but you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “i… that’s not true.”

105 — “i want to be the one fucking you this time.”

smut/nsfw; friends to lovers; mdni

you admitted to yourself that you were in love with him. in the safe bounds of your own mind you confessed your feelings for him freely; in your head it was easy to be honest. you were in love with your best friend. but to say that to his face? that was much more difficult. but mingi knew you, and had a knack for pulling the truth out of you. and when mingi set out to accomplish something, he didn’t stop until he was successful.

“come on, y/n, be honest with me. why do you keep getting back with your ex? he’s a total jackass. you’re always miserable when you’re with him. so why do you keep going back to him?” mingi was right behind you, following you through your apartment. you were trying to somehow how escape him, but he wasn’t letting go that easy.

frustrated, you whirled around to face him, shocking him and stopping him in his tracks. “ok, fine! you wanna know why? it’s because i’m in love with you! but you’re my best friend and i’ve been terrified to say anything because i don’t think i could handle your rejection. i don’t think i could ever recover from that. so i kept getting with my ex so i wouldn’t have to face my own feelings.”

there was a long silence that followed. neither of you said anything, and as the silence grew longer, regret settled over your frame. tears burned in your eyes as you took his silence as rejection. you made to walk away from him, but a hand on your arm kept you in rooted in place. “you…you’re in love with me?”

you nodded slowly. “yes, mingi.”

“so you got with your ex…so you wouldn’t have to think about me?” mingi asked, practically repeating what you had just said a moment ago.

you rolled your eyes. “yes, i know, it’s pathetic. now just leave me alone —”

“— but you think about me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?”

air caught in your throat. you looked at him in utter shock, confused as to why he felt like he needed to take this conversation in this direction. your cheeks were hot. “i…that’s not true.”

mingi ignored your response. you both knew that was a lie, and he didn’t even bother to call you out on it. he used his hand that was on your arm to pull you closer until your chest pressed against his. he looked down at you, at your eyes and then your lips and then back to your eyes again. there was so much conviction in his voice as he spoke, “i want to be the one fucking you this time.”

you felt breathless. “…what?”

mingi smiled. “did you ever stop to think that maybe i was in love with you, too?” his hands traveled down to your hips. your eyes fluttered at his touch, and all he wanted to do was to touch you more, touch you in all the ways he’d been dying to for so long.

you allowed yourself to laugh after regaining your breath. your palms rested on his chest, his heartbeat quick and strong under your touch. “i didn’t want to allow myself to hope.”

mingi didn’t wait a second longer to kiss you. it started out soft, slow, tender until all of a sudden it was anything but. the tension between you both snapped, and before you both knew it, you were in your bed in a heap of tangled limbs. mingi grunted as he snapped his hips into yours, your walls clamping around him in a vice grip. his sweaty forehead rested against yours just as his large hand enveloped your smaller one. “fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

your heart skipped at the pet name. it felt surreal to hear him call you that, and even more surreal to have him here, in your bed and fully inside you. you moaned as he rolled his hips, his cock driving impossibly deep within you. your legs wrapped around his waist. “i’m so close, mingi. so close..”

he chuckled at your neediness. mingi was eager to give you what you wanted, and fucked into you until he felt your whole body shake underneath him. he was there to guide you through your high, hips remaining at a steady pace to ensure you got every last bit of pleasure you could. but the way you felt around him and the way you moaned his name brought him to his own end shortly after. he pulled out to cum over your belly, white ropes of his release painting your skin.

you sighed happily when he pressed a kiss into your forehead. a hand reached up to tangle into his sweaty hair. “i love you.” it rolled off your tongue so easily. you never could’ve imagined this would be your reality.

mingi kissed your lips. “i love you, too.”

didn’t mean for this to end up this long oops

#mingi smut #ateez smut #ateez smut drabbles #mingi x reader #ateez x reader #mingi fanfiction #ateez fanfiction #mingi hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard asks #anonymous

[heymrspatel]

ian’s feeling a little self conscious and mickeys just straight up loving on his husband and telling him how sexy and fine he looks!

ohohooo boy you've hit me right in the chest with this one... ok, let's see!

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ian's having one of those days. those days that don't happen super often anymore, but they do happen. waking up feeling physically heavy, groggy, slow. the harsh lighting in the bathroom making him notice those extra soft bits on his body, where he used to be taught and lean. he looks down, where his tummy sticks out above the band of his boxers, sighs.

eyes back up, he brushes his teeth, gazes at his reflection, and acknowledges that this is a fleeting feeling - because nowadays he looks at himself and sees it. happiness and health and comfort in his settled life. he loves it. he's sturdy, strong, beefy. he's soft, holdable, grounding. he sees it, he knows, mickey reminds him.

he sees it, washes his toothbrush, wipes at his face, takes a final look. he knows, but it's just one of those days. he turns off the judgmental fluorescents and pads back into the bedroom towards his....

my god... there, face bathed in soft light and gorgeous, mickey. he's shifted in the ten or so minutes ian's been gone. sprawled out and entirely tangled in the comforter. left hand sticking out and clutching ian's pillow - like he was searching, wanting, grasping - coming up empty. he's awake now. ian moves, the floors creak, mickey's eyes zero in on him.

"do you know how fucking cold it is in this room?... why the fuck are you up this early?" and ian's quiet, suddenly realizing he came to a stop in front of their full length mirror. a glance at himself, back at mickey. maybe he doesn't have to be up yet, it's saturday. maybe he can spare lounging around a bit more. glance and back. he should get under there, mickey said he's cold. glance, back. he doesn't move, rooted in place. "...come back under here and get on me!" glance...

"babyface... c'mere"

he moves. mickey rolling away, untangling, giving him his space in bed back... immediately shifting back and attaching himself to him. "always leaving me here in the mornings... can't stick around for me? hmm?" the drama of it all making ian chuckle and press his lips to mickey's forehead. he feels mickey's hands wander around his chest and down to his belly, making him draw in a breath and stiffen. he sees mickey's eyes squint and his nose scrunch in the process. a small tut escaping his lips. here it comes.

"got myself a human heater... warm and soft. teddy bear mother fucker." and that's a new one! "you gotta stop leaving me here every morning. you're like one of them weighted blankets you're always going on about... hmmph... comfy." he nuzzles into ian's chest, wrapping tighter around him, and breathing so deeply. smiling. "smell so good... i think i get why you're always sniffin'." giving quick cute pecks along his collar bone. "so many freckles. all over. this one here is my favorite." he moves to the hollow of his neck. giving it a little lick.

and ian can't help but giggle really. because his husband is so in tune, because he always knows when something is up, because his licks are tickling him!

mickey pulls until he's securely pinned under ian. "my big guy. cover me just right" his hands begin their familiar dance. over ian's strong shoulders, down the muscles of his back, lightly scratching back up. "you threw me around so good last night. was fucking airborne at one point."

oh. these giggly kisses are some of ian's favorites!

"you gave it to me so good and hard, made me grab on to all of you, huh?" his hands are everywhere, covering ian's body with love. "so sexy. do you know how good you feel and look when you're overpowering me like that?" the complete contrast of his statement and his soft lips making ian all fuzzy and warm.

"so good. so soft. so strong. so hard." a mantra. each declaration punctuated with the sweetest kisses. his hands wandering, grabbing, pressing ian's weight down. soft little moans making an appearance.

and god if ian doesn't feel like he's floating! high, on a cloud. sustained by mickey's touches, his sounds, his scent. his words, his words, his words. breaking through and helping him see and remember what he already knows. because today is one of those days, yes, and it'll take more than this to claw his way fully out... but he's being uplifted and loved and touched in the right ways. in the ways that wiggle in and help chip at that wall and appears in times like these.

he sees his strong arms framing mickey's head, how his size and weight are making him feel. he knows he's good, he's healthy, he feels his heart pumping strong and full of love in his chest. it'll take more than this, but this helps. every part of this helping, chipping away.

he breathes, he kisses, mickey moans...

he sees, he knows, mickey reminds him...

#you struck a chord clearly ladskjf hit close to home... i almost instantly knew what i wanted to say but took forever #bc i feel inadequate and imposter-ish when writing but here i am... rambling. why is this so long? bye. #is the grammar shit? is there a typo? is this dumb? i pretend i do not see #tw body image #shameless #gallavich #ian x mickey #anon #asks #j ramble drabbles

[hypnoneghoul]

I find myself needing more daddy aether! The way you write him makes me so RAAHHHHH!!! I want to eat your writing please and thank you :]

dewther was sex+fluff, swissalps straight up porn, so this ones comfort with daddy aether and rain

800 words, non-sexual daddy kink, subspace and nudity

While Rain was no stranger to the dynamic that Aether sometimes brought into sexual escapades between himself and their packmates, the water ghoul hadn’t had many chances to experience the other way Aether used that specific thing. Dewdrop knew it the best, but when Rain—or anyone else—felt down and in need of being taken care of in a special way, the quintessence ghoul stepped up, too.

Rain hasn’t been feeling the best in the last week, sulking around and clinging to anyone that might give him some attention to take his mind off whatever it was that was rolling around his skull. Aether was busy in the infirmary most of those days, but when he finally showed up in the den for more than five minutes, he beelined for Rain.

Not even fifteen minutes later, the water ghoul was laying with his back against Aether’s chest in a bath. Rain was half asleep, purring up a storm as warm water and quintessence soothed all his physical aches. The other was singing—or more like humming, barely enough for Rain to pick out the words and he wouldn’t if he didn’t know the song already—softly into his ear, chin hooked over his shoulder as his big but gentle hands roamed all over the water ghoul’s lean body. There was nothing sexual about it, it was a manifestation of love, if anything. Appreciation.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Aether asked.

“‘s nice, daddy,” Rain slurred, mind so very lost in that nice, fuzzy headspace the quintessence gently pushed him into. There was no space in there for worries, everything was filled with cotton. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for, tadpole,” he rumbled into his skin, lips moving over his shoulder. “I like taking care of you, all of you.”

“Mhm…” the other hummed and silence fell again. It was comfortable for both of them, no worries on the horizon, just warm water and each other.

Fifteen—or fifty—minutes had passed before someone moved or spoke again.

“Gettin’ cold, daddy,” Rain muttered, but only when he shivered for the third time. Aether knew it, it was cold for him so it was even colder for Rain, but even though he was a gentle caretaker, his ghouls knew to use their words.

“Okay, baby,” he said with a kiss to the back of the water ghoul’s neck. “Do you want your hair washed before we get out?”

“Yes, please, daddy.”

“Good boy, remembers all his manners,” Aether smiled, squeezing Rain in his arms for a moment before letting go and pulling away. The water ghoul whined at the loss of the embrace, but Aether shushed him and put his hand over his head, fingers tangling in Rain’s hair. “Shhh, baby, I’ve got you.”

He chirped happily at that and let the quintessence ghoul move him as he desired to make washing his hair easy. Rain purred and squealed with content the entire time, his mind completely empty except for the feeling of nice.

He snapped out of it just a little when Aether finished and was wrapping a towel around the water ghoul’s head, not sure if he’d be able to dry his hair in his current mindset. He all but dragged him out of the tub before wrapping his body in a fluffy towel, too, then a soft robe. Rain swayed when the quintessence ghoul let go of him for a second, but he was quickly scooped up into his strong arms and carried to the bed.

He melted when Aether laid him down in—probably—the softest nest in existence, but his purr turned into a whimper when the other didn’t join him immediately.

“You’ve been good today, tadpole, but don’t be greedy. Let me get dressed,” Aether said sternly, but not angrily.

Rain’s ears drooped only a bit, “‘m sorry, daddy.”

“It’s alright, baby, but you have to remember to behave, okay?”

“Yes, daddy.” The water ghoul hid half of his face in a thick comforter as he buried himself in the nest, patiently waiting for Aether to join him. He kept shifting, though, not sure on how he wanted to sleep.

“Good boy,” the quintessence ghoul said, smiling, when he crawled into the nest himself. “How do you want to lay?”

“I– I dunno,” Rain mumbled.

“That’s okay, we can always move,” Aether reassured, knowing all too well how Rain could panic over the simplest things in such a fuzzy headspace. “Wanna start out with you laying against my chest, baby?”

His eyes lit up, “Yes, please.”

“There we go, so polite.” With that Aether laid down and opened his arm as an invitation for the water ghoul. He took it and snuggled himself close to the other’s side, head pillowed on his chest, just over his heart. “Good?”

“Yes, daddy. Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too, tadpole.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #aether ghoul

[maginxlia]

Starring Tokyo Revengers Men ✰ In November PT 2

Cast Line Up Draken, Takashi, Takemichi, Chifuyu and Taiju

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For you

Summary ✰ How some of the Men Endures NNN (No Nut November) and How they Give it to you when Their resolve breaks! Bodies Sweaty, Knees Weak! The Redux!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji

✰ Draken Doesn't give NNN a single thought, why would he deprive himself of you??

✰ Your Soft Walls taking him in after a long hard day of working on Bikes is a treat he can't go without

✰ Only participate in NNN when you suggested it to see how long you two can go without each other touch

✰ All his free thoughts Go to how crazy he going to fuck your pussy when he finally gets his dick inside you

✰ He edges himself every night while thinking about your wet greedy pussy taking him in just the way he likes it

✰ Draken Teasing you by Grinding his heavy dick against you trying to make you break so he can fuck you stupid

✰ You two don't last that long before your clothes come off and your bodies are intertwined together

“Keep your legs just like that” Draken commanded you, your pussy on display for him as you had your legs tucked to your chest

“Its hard to hold Kenny” You moaned as he rubbed his dick between your slick folds, “Mhmm I know it is baby But I want to fuck you deeper” Draken said before he entered you. He already made you cream on his dick three times tonight and with the way his hips are pounding into you he was trying for a fourth

His dick constantly touching deeper into you than it ever did tonight making you go crazy as he fucked you stupid, Draken bought his head down to kiss your lips as you did your best to hold this position

Draken fucked you into the bed like it was the last time he would be fucking you, His dick pounding your soft walls as you mewled against him “Want the neighbors to hear how good I'm fucking My pussy??” Draken said while grinning at you as his fingers found your tender clit making you scream his name louder

His Strong hips pushed his dick deep in your aching walls as your legs shook, “

Fuck. Kenny, so mean” You moaned making him slow his thrusts down, “I'm Mean? You were the one suggesting that we go a month without fucking” Draken said in your ear making you shiver as he went back to fucking you at the pace he was before

Your pussy greedily took every inch he gave to you while tears of pleasure blessed your face making Draken wipe them away with his thumb. His fingers wrapped around your neck as your orgasm came down on you

Your pussy holding his dick tight as you came with all your power, with a few more strong thrusts Draken had came deep in you. He gave two more thrusts to your sore walls before pulling out of you

“Now let me Massage your sore muscles doll,” Draken said as he took your legs into his skilled hands, “ I'll make you feel better” he said as he got to work on you

Lost: November The Fifth

Takashi Mitsuya

✰ Takashi doesn't participate in NNN willingly, he can't help he got a project to work on on the first of November

✰ You know how he can get buried inside of his work instead of being buried deep in your pussy

✰ Practically lives at his studio while working on this design making you needy

✰ What kind of lover would you be if you let your man forget about his carnal needs?

✰ Your lips on his neck as your hands got tangled in his soft hair pulling him away from his design if only for a moment

✰ “Taka how about you work on me for a while?” you moaned into his ear making him smile while his hand found its way into your panties, “Want me to stretch that pretty pussy some yeah? Okay Anything for my muse” Takashi Groaned as you palmed him through his pants

Takashi fucking you on the plush rug of his studio while his hands roamed your body, his mouth sucked your neck leaving hickeys wherever his lips touched you

His dick was driving you into the floor while your hands laid on his toned back “Lose Myself Whenever I am In you but fuck. I don't mind” Takashi Moaned into your ear before gently biting your lobe

His hips shoved his dick deeper and deeper with every single thrust making you moan his name every time he filled you up

Takashi rubbed on your clit making you arch for him as he smiled down at you before grabbing your leg and gently pushing it up so he can fuck you better

“I know you missed this as much as I did, I'm sorry for neglecting you” He grunted as he fucked your G-spot making your eyes roll, “So Pretty all fucked out” He moaned before softly squeezing your right tit and taking your nipple into his mouth moaning around your sensitive bud as he sucked on you

His hips drove his dick deeper as you marked up his back, your pussy squeezing him letting him know you were close to cumming while Your eyes watched his dick enter in and out of you making you get lost in a trance before he grabbed your chin “ Baby, Look in My eyes while you cum” He gently ordered you as you did as you were told

You came around his dick hard while bringing your trembling arms up to hold him close as you screamed his name. your pussy draining his balls as he came in you while He gave you some shallow thrusts before peppering your face with kisses

“You're perfect, You Know that right?” Takashi said while pulling you close to him as he wrapped a blanket around the two of you, “Let's just stay here a while” He said before laying your head on his chest

Lost: November The Eleventh

Takemichi Hanagaki

✰ Poor Michi! Has a bet with Chifuyu and Friends on who lasts the longest during this month

✰ In all honesty he wasn't paying attention, He was too busy daydreaming about how you rode him the night before when he handed Yamagishi the money

✰ Head in his hands as he wept over the fact of losing his cash or not fucking you

✰ His Dick leaking precum the moment you wrap those arms around him and kiss his neck, He's Toast.

✰ Sleeping with a wall of pillows separating you two because he knows if he cuddles with you he'll cum in his pants

✰ Your voice sounds sexier these days and your ass appears fatter?? Takemichi is on his knees bawling and Begging for you to have mercy on him

✰ He loses himself and his willpower the longer he goes without your pussy on him

✰ Takemichi's hands found their way onto your ass as you bent over to pick something off the floor “ I need you So B-Bad right now baby. Let me fuck you please” Takamichi cried into your hair as his hip ground circles against your ass

You were currently moaning into one of the couch pillows while Takemichi fucked you from behind, his hips moving at a pace that made your ass cheeks bounce

“So fucking Pretty. Can't live without being in you” Takemichi moaned while his hands pulled you closer to him, his eyes were locked on your ass and the way your back arched perfectly for him making him whine softly

You feel his tears on your back as he moaned your name “Ahh Feel so fucking Good Around my dick” Takamichi moaned while he rolled his hips into you, his sensitive dick being milked good by your tight pussy

His tongue wetting his lips as he got closer to cumming, Takemichi laid his body weight on you while his hips moved on their own fucking into your pretty pussy deeper as his fingers squeezed your nipples

The couch moved against the floor as Takemitchi took you to your favorite place, your pussy throbbing around him while a string of fucks fell from his lips into your ears as you pushed your man over the edge

Takemichi's body started to shake as he came deep into you. “I love you so much” Takemichi moaned while repositioning so that you sat on top of him, “Can please Ride me?” Takemichi asked as his shaky hands played your chest

Lost: November The Ninth

Chifuyu Matsuno

✰ Chifuyu takes this bet seriously. Yes his balls hurt and his dick is red but it all will be worth it in the end

✰ Chifuyu tells you about the bet while he's knuckles deep in your pussy “Sorry Babe, No Dick Tonight. I got a bet with the guys, I'll fuck you when I win!” He says before latching his lips to your clit

✰ Chifuyu doesn't let up on pleasing you with his tongue and skilled fingers, Leaving you a writhing Overstimulated mess on the bed every night but your pussy feels empty without his pretty dick pounding into you

✰ Your moans punish his dick by making him hard as stone, and the way your eyes lock with his when you cum makes him ready to fuck you stupid

✰ “You make the strongest men weak. So pretty cumming on my tongue” Chifuyu looks up at you with lust swimming in his eyes

Your legs on Chifuyu shoulders as he fucked into you, your pussy making his hips stutter with every thrust he gave to you while his hair fell into his eyes

“Tempting me with your sweet pussy, making me lose My money. Dammit. I was Stupid for Joining that bet knowing I'm weak for you” He grunted while his eyes roll back in pleasure as he made you cum for the fourth time tonight

Your soft walls were doing a number on the poor male as his legs began to tremble with every pulse your pussy gave to him, Chifuyu had to suck your left nipple to stop himself from moaning

His tongue danced around your sensitive bud as his dick beated your overstimulated pussy sore, your nails digging into his skin with every roll of his hips while his fingers rubbed circles on your swollen clit

“Ahh Fuyu. Gonna cum again” You cried while Chifuyu kissed your tears away, “ I want you to cum for me one more time baby,” Chifuyu said while Grinning up at you

His fingers kept the same rhythm as he continued to toy with your clit making you cum hard on his dick, your pussy gripping his orgasm from him as he closed his eyes while hot ropes of his cum poured into you

“Fuck.” Chifuyu said while he pulled out of you letting his dick go in between your folds one final time as his body shivered, “I missed this so much. Now let me get you cleaned up baby” Chifuyu said as he went to start your bath water

Lost: November The Twenty eighth

Taiju Shiba (Bonus)

✰ Taiju laughed at his brother when he suggested a bet on who can last the longest during NNN, After Taiju got his laugh in he handed Hakkai his money and wished him luck

✰ Taiju easily can last a month without fucking you the question is can you handle him when the month ends??

✰ Taiju makes you cum every night by toying with your pussy as you sit on his lap while his thick fingers work you over

✰ He wants you to feel how hard his dick is in his pants so you can know what to expect on the first of December

✰ Lets you tease the fuck out of him. Grind on it all you want but you won't be breaking him in fact it will be you that ends up broken as soon as December comes

✰ “Just Trying to see all the positions I can fuck you in” Taiju grins at you while he gently folds you for a mating press before letting go of you

✰ Right when the clock strikes twelve on the first of December Taiju Unbuckling his pants freeing his Beautiful Dick and Heavy balls “ Hope you're ready to bred” Taiju grunts to you while stroking himself

Taiju Had your ankles in his firm grip as he fucked you senseless. His Body weight pressed you deep into the mattress as the headboard beat a hole into the wall with every thrust he gave to you

How many times has he came in you tonight? Your mind literally couldn't count because he fucked you so dumb, you just know it was more than two.

Your screams of pleasure and his grunts filled the room as your ankles shook in his hands while your pussy pulsed around him but Taiju did not let up as he continued to fuck you through your sixth orgasm of the night

“Feels so good tugging on my dick like a needy whore” Taiju Groaned down to you before sucking on your left nipple as his thrusts got deeper and longer

His hips moving at a rhythm that you could feel him the way he fucking you against your clit making your eyes roll, your nails digging into his legs while you screamed his name brokenly as his dick punished your sore walls

“You feel that?” Taiju asked you while you nodded your head in response to him, “That's me Cumming in you Again” Taiju said his voice breaking as his hips continued their onslaught of pleasure

Taiju didn't even pull his dick out of you as he picked you up and laid you on your belly, he spanked your ass before laying on top of you “Gonna fuck you till my balls are empty and you are filled with my child” Taiju Grunted to you before going back to fucking you

Lasted Till December The First (Winner)

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[synnamonroll666]

Make It Rain

Prompt 4: Showering Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: All you want to do when you get home from a stressful day at work is take a shower. When you finally get under the warm stream of water, your Zaterran boyfriend gets an idea... Warnings: Nudity, Light Sexual Innuendo, Fluff... Word Count: 1k A/N: I guess this technically isn't smut, but I just felt like taking a more softer approach with this one. I wanted to write something more peaceful and fluffy, with just a small pinch of spice. It doesn't have any sex in it or implied sex, just two lovers enjoying some skin-on-skin contact. So I hope you all enjoy it regardless! 💚 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri.

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After a long day of work, I craved nothing more than a nice hot shower and then a comfy bed to slumber deeply in afterwards. I barely even muttered two words to my boyfriend as I entered our shared home and stumbled past him on my way to the bathroom. That's how much I wanted this.

After gladly kicking my shoes off and quickly discarding my clothes, I turned the shower facet to hot and waited until it was nice and steamy before stepping in to encase myself in the soothing heat.

I didn't even bother lathering myself with soap right away, since I was too tired to do so. I just stood in the heavenly stream falling from above, letting all my tense muscles relax from the stressful day I had had.

But that moment of peace came to a quick end when I felt two arms snake around my nude frame to pull me tightly into a hard chest. A startled scream tore from my throat as I attempted to pull away, but the arms only locked tighter around my body. I screamed my boyfriend's name, and then a voice shushed me from behind.

"Shhhhhh; it is only me, my little sunflower." The familiar voice of Syzoth rang behind me, causing my chest to fill with a burning heat of anger.

"Syzoth!" I shrieked in rage and the man merely chuckled mischievously behind me, only making me even more mad. "You nearly gave me a damn heart attack!"

"I am sorry, but I could not resist." He said this as his chuckle faded into words. "Besides, you know how much I like things wet—especially you."

Despite the fact that my heart was beating rapidly due to his little practical joke, I was still relieved that it was him and not some creep sneaking in to get a feel of me. But I should have known because Syzoth would never let an intruder get past the front door. His predator instincts would kick in as soon as he would sense an unwelcomed presence nearby, and he would quickly tear them to shreds.

"How silly of me to forget." I countered in a semi-sarcastic yet seductive tone to tell him that I was no longer mad at his little antics. In fact, I now welcomed them. After all, how could I stay mad when I had a beautiful naked man pressed up against my back?

He lowered his head to press a few soft kisses against my neck and shoulder before resting his face in its crook, and I could feel his loving smile against my skin. My heart rate began to gradually decrease as a sudden feeling of relaxation fell over me once again. Between the soothing warm water showering over our bodies like rain and being trapped in his strong embrace, I truly did feel happy and at peace; he was the best kind of medicine to cure all my stresses and anxieties.

After awhile, I turned in his arms and rested my head against his chest to hear the beautiful song his heart produced for me. I pressed my lips against one of his tattoos on his shoulder and began leaving kisses down the design as he let out a happy and pleased sigh. His hand eventually tangled within my now-soaked hair to caress my head gently as he enjoyed our little moment; it truly was something beautiful that we shared.

After nuzzling my face into his left peck and leaving a few more kisses across his skin, I gazed up at him through my lashes with love. His lips stretched into an adoring smile as his eyes drank me in, causing heat to creep up in my cheeks once more. Then, his hands dropped from my wet locks so he could firmly wrap his arms around me to keep me as close to him as he possibly could.

"I love you," I whispered with love and appreciation filling my tone.

"I love you too, sunshine—more than you know." Syzoth murmured back before pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head.

"Thank you," I uttered breathlessly as I rested my head upon his broad chest, feeling as if everything in our happy little world was finally at peace once again. 

Syzoth then looked down at me with enough confusion painted on his face to cause a light chuckle to escape my throat. He was a smart man, but sometimes things really did fly over his head. But I wouldn't have that any other way; it was adorable. 

"For what?" He asked as he raised a questioning brow. "The kiss? Expressing my love back to you? Invading your shower?"

I couldn't stop myself from laughing at his tsunami of questions and shook my head in response as I tried to stifle my fit of giggles. He was always the cutest when confused, and it was one of the things I treasured the most about him.

"No, no—" I breathed as my laughter died down. "I meant, thank you for making my day better."

His features softened into an expression of adoration as soon as I elaborated. I think it was safe to say that he knew I had had a rough day, and he was happy that his attempts to relieve my stress were appreciated. But the truth was that he never had to do much to take my mind off of the struggles of everyday life. He was the perfect distraction from everything, and he made my world a whole lot better when he arrived in it. I couldn't have been more grateful to receive such a gift from above.

"Anytime, my little sunshine." He murmured in a tone so soft that I could have cried. He lowered his head to press another kiss against my forehead before resting his head atop mine.

So there we stood, bodies free of our fabricated prisons and tangled together tightly in a warm embrace, while water rained down on us like a soothing waterfall. It was exactly what I needed to end such a stressful day.

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[blissfullyapillow]

┃An Endearing Conundrum  

₊˚⊹♡Alhaitham x gn reader

₊˚⊹♡‎wc: 1,712~

₊˚⊹♡summary: Endearing scenarios of your relationship with Alhaitham as you keep him on his toes.

 ₊˚⊹♡warnings: A bit suggestive. Overall fluff.

₊˚⊹♡notes: A bit ooc Alhaitham (?), kinda but not really. Alhaitham header created by @lovnupe (n𔘓⁩pe) on pinterest. I wrote this listening to Why by Sabrina Carpenter so it was inspired by that. I just find the idea of Alhaitham being in a relationship with an s/o whose a tease/a handful to be really cute. Lowkey radiates crack fic energy. I’m L.I.V.I.N.G for this Alhaitham ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

₊˚⊹♡Main Masterlist

“Turn it back on.”

“It’s too bright.”

His disappointed sigh speaks volumes.

“You’re so…” He doesn’t say anything more. He simply turns on the lamp by his chair, illuminating the previously dim room.

“Nooo.. Alhaitham..” My whine goes ignored as he continues to read. “Why do you need the lights off?” He sounds uninterested in my response, but the way his eyes briefly lift from the pages of his book to glance at me says otherwise.

My heart flips in my chest; Alhaitham looked up from his book to talk to me. He stopped reading his book to talk to me. 

What I feel right now surpasses elation. 

“I’m tired. I want to sleep but the light is too bright.” I mumble. I sit up from my previous position of lying on my side. I blink, trying to will the drowsy feeling away.

He sighs once more, but he turns off the light. Instead, he turns on a dimmer lamp nearby. “Come here.” He commands. I waste no time in leaving the comforting warmth of the fluffy blankets. I make my way over to Alhaitham, stumbling a bit in the process.

He mutters “What am I going to do with you?” under his breath as I draw near. “What do you mean by that- oh!” As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, Alhaitham pulls me into him. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me onto his lap.

I get comfortable. I rest my head on his chest, hearing his heart pound beneath my ear. He holds his book with one hand while the other tangles itself in the strands of my hair. I’m pleasantly surprised when he begins to read out loud, and I close my eyes to better immerse myself.

Being held like this, along with the sound of Alhaitham’s soothing voice, is enough to lull me to sleep.

It isn’t long before I start drifting off again. I snuggle further into Alhaitham’s arms, mumbling something incoherent to myself as he reads.

Alhaitham’s fingers slowly run through the strands of my hair, and my breathing evens out as I welcome the warm embrace of sleep.

I vaguely feel his soft lips press against the crown of my head.

♡⸝⸝

Oh how I love Sumeru at night time.

The stars shine down on the citizens of Teyvat, and the moon graces us with it’s beautiful alluring glow..

Too bad it’s daytime now, and Alhaitham insisted on bringing me along.

“Haitham, do you really need me to come with you? I’m sure a ‘feeble scholar’ such as yourself is more than capable of handling this situation on your own.” I groan when Alhaitham pays no mind to my words. His hand continues to drag me along gently by the wrist.

“This feeble scholar requires the emotional and moral support of his partner. You’d be wise to accompany me.” His explanation causes me to snort in amusement. “My love, you require my support to handle a few ruffians?” I adore the blush that appears on his cheeks when he hears my term of endearment for him.

“..Yes. If you stop complaining I promise to go on a late night stroll with you. You know, the one you keep pestering me about.” Alhaitham’s gruff words successfully serve to motivate me. My hand intertwines with his in silent compliance.

“You’re almost too easy to please.” He sounds smug, but I can hear the underlying appreciation in his voice that he always fails to mask. “Mhm. You know it. Actually, speaking of please.. I have some other ways you can please me. It involves me, you, a bed and-oomph!” Alhaitham’s hand covers my mouth as he pulls my body into his.

Woosh!

An arrow flies past where my head previously was.

My eyes widen in surprise. Alhaitham smirks. “After I handle this I’ll gladly take you up on that suggestion.”

Oh, my heart.

I lovingly admire Alhaitham as he verbally insults his assailants intelligence and very existence, down to the minute detail.

I swear I see physical hearts as Alhaitham effortlessly kicks one of them down in a flexible, suave move.

I hope he’ll show me just how flexible he can be later.

♡⸝⸝

“Can we please turn the air conditioner off?” Alhaitham’s monotone voice only serves to irritate me.

“No, sweetheart. I get too hot when it’s off. Although.. I admit I am a bit cold with it on.” Alhaitham’s currently lying on his side, facing me under the shared warmth of his fluffy blankets. His face is really close to mine, so the incredulous look he makes looks even funnier.

“Y/n, why would you want to keep the air conditioner on if you're cold? Logically, turning the air conditioner off would only serve to-” “Just cuddle me already you nerd.”

He sighs in dismay at my interruption, yet he indulges me anyway. I smile as his strong arms pull me into him, a pleasantly familiar feeling.

“You bring all sorts of ‘excitement’ into what should be an easy, simple life.” Alhaitham grumbles. His complaint is ignored; I opt to nuzzle my head against his chest in favor of responding.

“These are my favorite pillows. So soft.” I almost wish I could see his face as I squeeze his pectorals.

Actually, I can.

I look up. I’m blessed by the sight of flushed cheeks and parted lips as Alhaitham stares at me. He seems to be at a loss for words. “Y/n you actually… I.. Archon’s know you drive me crazy...” That last part leaves his lips in a breathless whisper that I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to hear. His following sigh conveys that he’s very flattered, but he doesn’t know what to say.

“I love you too Alhaitham.” I melt into him. He holds me tighter. “..I love you too.” “Hmm? Can you say that louder please~” “For the love of-“

My lips part to tease him some more, but he’s quick to capture my lips with his own.

…

Touché.

♡⸝⸝

“Alhaitham I’m HOTTTT.” I purposefully elongate my words as I trudge through the sand. “I know. You’ve told me five times already. Are you going to make it six?” His snarky reply makes me roll my eyes.

“Alhaiiiithhhaammm…” I whine. I stare at the back of his head, drilling holes into it. He shakes his head, choosing to remain silent. We continue our trek through the dessert. Alhaitham’s making me accompany him on another one of his academia related endeavors.

“I’m hoootttt-“ Alhaitham turns around so fast I jump, the quick movement startling me. “If you don’t shut that mouth I’ll shut it for you. Archons, come here.” Alhaitham’s words make me feel hotter than I already am, but in a pleasant way. He moves to stand in front of me before he swoops down to literally sweep me off my feet. I yelp in surprise.

Alhaitham begins to walk once more, except now I’m in his arms. “Do you have any water left? You’re burning up.” He asks. “I drank it alll..” Alhaitham tsks at me. He mutters “You’re my handful all right..” under his breath. The way he grumbles the words makes me shiver.

He maneuvers me to hold me with one arm. His free hand offers me his personal water container.

“Alhaitham.. but don’t you..” “Just drink from it. Please. We’re almost there. Promise.” His words are a bit terse, but the emotion in his eyes is one of concern. I smile softly as I graciously accept his water container. His other arm returns to its previous position. I happily drink from his water container.

“Honestly, you really are a handful. Here I thought I’d be able to live a quiet, peaceful life with minimal inconveniences. Instead I’m in the desert with the love of my life as they complain about being hot every two minutes.” Alhaitham’s words are as affectionate as much as they are chastising.

“Listen, ‘Haitham I… wait.. love of your life?” I inquire. My eyes desperately search his, and my heart pounds painfully in my chest. The air leaves my lungs at the implication of his words. I mean, it’s not like he hasn’t told me that he loves me before, but.. even with all of my whining and complaining.. he still..

His beautiful mesmerizing orbs meet mine head on. His gaze softens as he looks at me. He slowly stops moving forward, and my heart jolts once more as he leans into me. The way his soft lips mold with mine makes this entire trek through the desert worth it.

His lips curve into a delightful smile as we slowly part from each other. “Do you need me to repeat myself? I will do so as many times as you need me to. Although you’ll have to keep your mouth shut for me to do that.” My face feels warm, and a bead of sweat slowly runs down my face as I look at him.

His expression remains one of pure love as he returns my gaze. He uses his hand to wipe the sweat from my face. “You’re the love of my life. There’s no one else I want to spend my life with. You can try to be as annoying as you can possibly be, and I’ll continue to love and adore you through it all. ..Would you look at that. We’re here.” Alhaitham’s words are stated matter of factly, like they aren’t a heartfelt proclamation of his love for me.

He doesn’t set me down; he walks inside with me still in his arms

“This shouldn’t take long. I work fast. Use this time to cool off. We’ll make it back by twilight.” With that, Alhaitham sets me down on a chair. He pulls another one over to sit beside me. He wastes no time in getting to work.

I lean my head on his shoulder as my finger languidly traces shapes on his thigh. I blatantly stare at his face to admire his handsome features, including the small smile on his lips. 

He lifts his free hand to reach down towards my hand on his thigh. My eyes curiously follow the course of his hand. As his fingers interlace with mine, euphoria welcomes me into its loving arms. 

#genshin x reader #genshin x you #reader insert #genshin x y/n #genshin reader insert #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader fluff #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x gn reader #alhaitham reader insert #I love Alhaitham so much #Bro's simultaneously my husbando & comfort character #I just wanna annoy him so he'll shut me up in the most inappropriate way imaginable #HIS ARMS #HIS BUFF ARMS

[bearhugsandshrugs]

soft gortash hours...waking up beside him after a night of deed doing and seeing him sleep soundly. his frown gone from his face, the moonlight shining on his skin that's just a bit sweaty. getting out of bed to go to the bathroom just to slip back in the warmth of his bed again, safe under the plush sheets, heads cushioned between pillows...gortash half asleep, feeling you there again, passing a possessive arm around your waist and nesting his head in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling. passing a knee between your legs, tangling your limbs together. next thing you know you are fully asleep. next morning when you see him performing his duties as archduke and go to meetings and such, you see how strong and harsh he stands, yet can't fail to notice the spark of soft fondness in his eyes when he sees you pass by...

I am HERE for soft!Gortash any time of the day. I love you anon, because you’re spoiling me with cute drabbles like this one. You wrote this so well. What could I possibly add??

I’m not even taking drabbles but it’s so cute I couldn’t help myself and idk if you even wanted me to add something but sighhhhh I just love him okay?

He’d definitely be the big spoon but you’d hear him sigh softly under his breath when he pulls you close, half-asleep and thus with looser inhibitions. He’d oversleep, hells, he might even sleep in, but only if you’re there with him, otherwise what’s the point? Well the point is that he won’t sleep as soundly if you’re not there to soothe him; that you’re his remedy, easing away all his tension, softening him, even in his sleep.

He’d be grumbling the next morning, waking up too late for his taste, but he’d do a horrible job at suppressing a smile when he sees you, eyes lighting up at the sight of your face.

During the day someone would compliment him, saying his Highness looks good, relaxed, strong; and he’d dismiss it with an annoyed expression, but when he turns to you, and his gaze meets yours, and you raise your eyebrows teasingly, he can’t help but grin and roll his eyes. Only for a second he’ll let you have this win – then it’s back to being serious, and hardened.

At least until tonight …

#enver gortash #can you imagine the little sleepy grumbling sounds he’d make #end me just end me

[vhagarfire]

Aemond Targaryen x F!reader

Pt2!

Everyone wanted smut! Did I take forever to write this? Maybe… Writers block and lack of motivation is a bitch. Anyhow, i’m back. This is my second time writing smut so I would love to know how I did!

You don’t need part one to understand anything. Of course it would be appreciated if you gave part one love! Minors dni, now that you’ve ignored my warning go ahead and read on.

“It means exactly what I said. Would you like me to repeat myself?”

Aemond stepped forward, so close that their noses almost touched. This was only going to end in one of two ways…

It was y/n who decided to make the first contact. This only made Aemond more greedy for power. The kiss was fast-paced and sloppy, what little room they had between them was due to clothes. Something that Aemond wasn’t very fond of.

Gripping at y/n’s garments, some were easily flung off. Others were left tattered and in pieces on the chamber floor. Left stark naked they drifted to the bed as his clothes were also removed. It was all a blur of hot kisses and clothes flying until they fell onto the bed.

Soft furs on the bed tickled her back as his body weight pressed her deeper into the bed. His long white locks draped his strong frame. As the make-out continued they both began taking turns nipping at each other lips.

She pressed her hips into his, eager to feel any kind of friction. Her hands were all over his body, gripping and clawing at any part of him she was able to get to. While his hand was working his way down her body. Aemond was very often a very giving man in bed. When angry it was no different, except he was painfully slow.

The way he grabbed was harsh, rough; but not enough to the point she couldn’t handle it. Finally, his hands reached between her legs. Slow circles with two of his fingers danced on her clit. A moan slipped from her mouth which he gladly accepted.

“You have no idea what you’ve started,” his voice was dangerous and meaningful.

Much to her delight, she knew exactly what she caused. A shiver was sent down her spine when a single finger dipped inside of her. Looking her in the eyes, he began slow, pushing in and out; curling ever so slightly. While keeping motion and position he slid himself down her body. He almost drooled at the thought of tasting her. No matter how many times they did this, he just couldn’t help himself.

Picking up the pace and adding a second finger his fingers curled more. Now his mouth was on her clit, gently sucking and licking at it. Paying attention to her body language, he knew when to add more pressure and when to take it off. The way her noise picked up, and how her walls clenched around his fingers. He knew she was close, and with that, he removed his fingers and stopped all tongue motion.

“Not yet,” he demanded from her.

“I can’t tell if I want to kill you or fuck you,” she quipped back with a pant.

All he did was chuckle, coming back up he gave her one final kiss. Quickly, he flipped her on her stomach and pulled her to the end of the bed. Without warning he slammed into her, ripping a half moan, half squeak out of her throat. His hips snapped relentlessly, every once in a while a sharp slap came across her rear. The room was filled with profanities and loud moans. Leaning foreword he kissed her back and bit her neck. Leaving deep purple marks that commemorated their time together.

“You feel so good my little whore,” he managed to get out i between moans.

The usually quiet Aemond had the vocal range of a bard when in the bedroom. He never failed to let y/n know how good she was.

“Switch, I want to see you,” y/n spoke.

Just as quick as she asked y/n was on her back and Aemond was quickly back inside of her. She reached up, removing Aemond’s eyepatch. The two were tangled together in a mess of pants and moans. Her hands grabbed his back, leaving deep red nail marks up and down his muscular back. This earned rough thrusts and a large hand around her throat. By now a bundle of knots were forming in her stomach, threatening to burst at any given moment. Aemond too was getting sloppy.

With a loud moan, she moved around him. Her hips bucked wildly into his craving the pleasure of having him. In her now very hyper-sensitive body she could feel him twitch inside of her. Before he too came undone. In doing so he attempted to bury himself as deep as possible in her. His hips dug into hers as he rode out his high.

Carefully pulling himself out, he got up and grabbed a rag. He gently began cleaning up the mess he made on her. His strong hands were now soft and very intentionally placed.

Cleaning himself up he then threw the rag into a random corner to deal with later. Whilst cleaning himself she found herself under the sheets. Joining her, he placed his hands around her waist. His chest pressed against her back.

“Should we get dressed?” She asked him.

“No. We can stay her for a while,” his hands caressed her body gently.

She relaxed in his warm touch, “No one needs you?”

“Even if they did you need me more,” his tone was soft but serious.

Aftercare was something very important to Aemond. He could do whatever in bed with her as long as she was treated with only the highest of respect afterward.

In that bed, the two lovers drifted off to sleep in their shared bed. The previous argument forgiven, or forgotten.

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[nerdraging4point0]

Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Seven // Polyverse AU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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"Oh god," I moaned, arching into him as we moved together. My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring me as pleasure crested through my body. This morning had been a surprise, he’d left with long shaggy bleached hair and came back with the most rich purple I had ever seen. He’d said it was for the music video they were shooting today but I didn’t let him say more, I'd clawed my way up his body like a tree before he carried me off to the bedroom. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down in a sensual rhythm. Our bodies fit together perfectly, two pieces of a passionate puzzle. The chill of winter faded away, replaced by the heat of desire. 

"You feel so good," Chris murmured, his voice low and rough. "Ride me, baby. Just like that." I obeyed eagerly, my eyes locked on his, our shared ecstasy drowning out the world beyond these walls. Here, nothing existed but his touch, his kiss.

My body trembled with pleasure each time his velvety voice rumbled in my ear. His every word made me clench around him, my inner walls gripping him tight. I rode him hard and fast, then slow and deep, learning how to play his body like an instrument. I was tiring, movements growing languid, but his gritty voice spurred me on. "Aw, done already baby? Or maybe I should see if you've got more in there?" I nodded weakly, determined to keep going, to give him everything I had. I would make him feel as good as he made me feel. I increased my pace again, clenching around him, moaning his name. 

The heat of his body against mine made my skin tingle with anticipation. His strong arms flipped me effortlessly onto my back, my hair fanning out across the pillows. I gasped as his soft lips found mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I couldn't hold back.

"Can you take it, baby?" His voice was a husky whisper next to my ear. I nodded, beyond words.

"Tell me," he commanded, pinching my chin firmly between his fingers, his dark eyes boring intensely into mine.

"I can take it," I managed to pant, consumed with desire, my body aching for his touch. Every nerve was alive, ready to ignite. I wanted nothing more than to give myself over completely to the passion that was burning between us.

His lips brush my nose in a tender kiss before he slides between my legs, filling me completely. My back arches as his thickness stretches me, hands grasping desperately above my head. We've done this countless times, yet his touch still elicits the same euphoria. I relish each one, every deep thrust, the way he knows my body so intimately.

He hooks my leg over his shoulder, bending me in half, pounding with wild abandon. My body trembles uncontrollably, breathless moans escaping my lips. I can barely withstand the onslaught of pleasure.

"You like that baby?" he groans, plunging deeper still.

"Yes... Chris... I fucking love it," I cry out, back arching higher, losing myself in ecstasy.

"Fuck...I fucking love this baby. God, I love you." His words tumble out before he can stop them. Does he think I don't hear him over our screams and moans?

As he thrusts into me, hard and deep, I cry out his name as waves crash through my body. I feel him let go, spilling into me as I tighten around him. Our bodies becoming a sweaty, tangled mess.

The morning had started off so innocently, the two of us enjoying a leisurely shower together as steam filled the bathroom. What began as tender caresses under the warm spray quickly escalated into passionate kisses and roaming hands, our bodies intertwining once again as desire took over. By the time we finally tore ourselves away from each other, we were running dangerously late for the music video shoot downtown. Rushing to get dressed, we flew around the apartment in a frenzy as we scrambled to gather everything we needed. My boyfriend sped through early morning traffic, expertly weaving between cars as I anxiously checked the clock. We pulled up to an imposing warehouse just in the nick of time, the nondescript exterior belying the hive of activity within. As we entered, I was immediately overwhelmed by the chaotic scene - crew members barking orders, adjusting lighting rigs, and wheeling around heavy equipment. My boyfriend gave my hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before disappearing into the makeup trailer, leaving me standing alone, feeling out of place. Polite but rushed production assistants nodded in acknowledgment as they hurried past, absorbed in their own urgent tasks. I lingered awkwardly, waiting for some direction on where to go, a bit intimidated by the no-nonsense efficiency surrounding me. The organized chaos was a far cry from our tender intimacy just a short while earlier that morning. But now it was time to focus - the cameras were ready to roll.

In the center of the room was a large white set with a few elevated podiums arranged evenly apart, one in the dead center with a drum set resting perfectly on top of it. Vinny sat on his stool, absentmindedly twirled the drumsticks between his colored fingers as he chatted with his bandmates. His eyes were rimmed with dark eyeliner that made their pale blue green irises stand out. Ryan cradled his black guitar, his most prized possession, against his black worn leather jacket. Justin stood with his typical laidback stance, bass guitar dangling comfortably from his shoulder. His lime green hair was pulled standing up in a short mohawk, leather outfit  hugging his body like some halloween themed biker. The three friends were locked in animated conversation, no doubt discussing set lists and stage antics for their upcoming show. Their faces were caked in white makeup that gave them an almost skeletal appearance beneath the harsh lights. Only Ryan's eyes were visible above the black mask that covered his nose and mouth. 

“It’s gonna be sick, isn’t it?” Rick's soft tone startled me as he snuck up beside me, his warm smile apparent even behind the ghostly white face paint. Nearly jumping out of my skin, I turned to see the guitarist regarding me with an amused grin, no doubt enjoying my startled reaction. He was dressed from head to toe in black - spike-studded vest layered over a sleeveless shirt that showed off the intricate tattoos winding down his arms. His hair was freshly shorn into a sharp a-line cut, the inky black strands framing his painted face dramatically. Sweeping wings of blue eyeshadow cascaded from his lower lids, contrasting strikingly with his gray eyes in a way that made it look as if the color was melting down his cheeks.

"What's wrong, did I scare you?" he teased, his smile growing wider. I couldn't help but giggle at his playful tone.

"No," I replied, "it's just...this look is so metal!" I gestured at his outfit - the spikes, the tats, the dramatic makeup. It was like he'd stepped right out of a heavy metal music video, the epitome of the bold, edgy style. He certainly knew how to pull off the rebellious rocker aesthetic. With his all-black clothes, inked skin, and smudged eyeshadow, he looked dangerous yet alluring, equal parts brooding artist and larger-than-life superstar. It was a striking visual statement that complemented his musical talents perfectly. No wonder he had startled me - with his intense metal makeover, he was practically a work of art himself.

"Have you met the guys yet?" he gestured to the rest of the band in the center of the shoot. I shook my head covering my torso with my arms, pressing my cream sweater closer to my body. "Come on, they don't bite," Rick said nodding to the band, I followed slowly behind him. As we approached the set, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Despite Rick's reassurances, I was incredibly nervous to meet the rest of the band. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. My cream cable-knit sweater suddenly felt far too thin and I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I had worn something more substantial. Rick gave me an encouraging smile as we entered the set, the paper booties rustling loudly with each step. 

"Hey guys, meet, Eve," the boy's conversation was cut short as the six pairs of eyes landed on me. "She's here with Chris." I stood there awkwardly, feeling self-conscious under the intense gaze of these strangers.

Justin stepped forward, breaking the tense silence. "Nice to meet you," he said, crossing between two of the other boys and extending his hand to shake mine. I unwrapped one arm from around myself in a self-hugging stance, trying to seem more at ease than I felt. As we shook hands, Justin smiled warmly, helping put me a bit more at ease.

The moment was broken by Ryan, blurting out, "Bro, what's with the shirt?" He gestured to Rick, critiquing his short sleeve shirt. 

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean," Rick replied in a flat, emotionless tone that thinly veiled his smug attitude. Ryan's gaze shifted from Rick to the other band members, his eyebrows raising in a silent plea for help explaining his vision. But it was clear from Rick's sly smile and arched brows as his eyes settled on Vinny that the concept wasn’t utterly lost on him. "I don't do leather," Rick stated matter-of-factly, pausing for a beat before adding with a hint of dramatic flair, "Or velvet."

Hours later they filmed and rotated, filmed and rotated, coffee had been delivered along with a quick breakfast spread that was laid out when we arrived. The craft services table held steaming carafes of coffee alongside platters piled high with fresh fruit, flaky pastries, and savory egg dishes - providing the perfect fuel to get through a long day of filming. A few hours past lunchtime and an assortment of sandwiches and vegan dishes were delivered, offering a variety of options to satisfy the diverse needs and preferences of cast and crew. Throughout the takes, I was never bored, watching Chris shake around and be silly between takes had me laughing so hard my sides hurt. His playful dad style humor was something else, always able to lighten the mood and keep spirits high on set. The set lights would flash green and white then blue creating different schemes and shadows in the background, transforming the look and feel of the scene with each adjustment. The director kindly offered to have me come look at the screen and watch how it would look at the final turn out, and I squealed with delight as I caught a glimpse of the magic of moviemaking firsthand. It was perfect, exceeding my imagination and leaving me giddy with excitement to see the final edited product.

I snapped the perfect aesthetic shot of the director's station thinking it would be an awesome photo to share with Noah.  As I looked at the artsy photo I had just taken, a wave of doubt crashed over me. Noah wasn't into all this creative stuff like I was. He was more practical and down-to-earth. If I sent him this cool behind-the-scenes shot, would he even care? Or would he think I'm bragging about this glamorous video shoot, spending time with Chris? I didn't want Noah to feel insecure. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I valued Chris or this music video more than my relationship with him. But that random "I love you" from Chris this morning complicated things even more. I hadn't even processed what to make of it. Did Chris really have feelings for me or was it just an off-hand comment? I wasn't sure. And I definitely didn't want Noah finding out about it and jumping to conclusions. As I wrestled with all these swirling thoughts, my head started to throb. The overthinking train in my mind came to a grinding, squealing halt. 

It was late into the afternoon when Rick, Ryan, Vinny and Justin all headed for wardrobe to change back into their street clothes, signaling the end of a long day. Chris jumped off the podium he had been standing on, coming right over to me and tucking me under his arm in an affectionate gesture.

"Enjoying it, babe?" he asked, a tender smile on his face as he looked down at me. I wrapped my arms around his torso, savoring the feeling of being close to him as he slowly guided us towards the makeup room.

"It's amazing," I replied enthusiastically. "I can't wait to see it when it's finished and edited together." Chris' expression became nervous at my words.

"You're not bored are you?" he asked, a tinge of worry in his tone. I reassured him quickly, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"No, I'm not bored at all," I said. "I'm happy to head out now though." Chris pulled us both to a stop at my words, gently turning me around to face him. 

“Listen, pumpkin, I am not exactly done. They wanted to split the days up but I made the collective decision months ago to do it all in one day-” he stopped the minute my expression fell, my lip pulled between my teeth. 

My heart sank as I listened to his explanation, the joy I'd felt quickly fading. "A couple more hours?" I repeated in a somber tone, unable to keep the disappointment from my voice. He scratched at his neck, a familiar nervous habit, as an apologetic look crossed his face. I could tell he was upset to be delivering this news, but not enough to rearrange his plans, even knowing how much I'd been looking forward to spending the day together.

I wasn't even sure why I felt so crestfallen; was it simply because the day hadn't matched my high expectations? Or was I just tired after so much anticipation and daydreaming about our reunion? My thoughts had been racing all afternoon as I planned all the things we would do, the conversations we would have. Now it seemed my overactive brain was exhausted, unable to process this sudden change. A wave of sadness washed over me, though I couldn't quite pinpoint its source. I wanted to be understanding, but in that moment all I felt was disappointment that our long-awaited time together had been cut short.

Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention and when I looked over Chris’s shoulder he turned to follow my line of sight. Rick stood just a few paces away watching our exchange, his presence like an apparition materializing out of thin air. He and Chris exchanged a knowing look, communicating wordlessly through subtle eyebrows raises and slight tilts of their heads. It was as if they shared a secret language only the two of them understood.

"Pumpkin, would you be okay if Rick took you back?" Chris asked me softly, his voice tinged with reluctance. I glanced at Rick's face, taking in the soft smile playing on his lips and the stage makeup still plastered on from the performance. Though disappointed, I tried to be understanding and nodded in acquiescence. Chris leaned down to give me a quick but tender kiss, his strong arms pulling me into a warm embrace before he trotted off to the makeup room, duty calling. I watched him go, his retreating figure growing smaller in the distance before disappearing from view completely. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I turned to Rick.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, “We’ll grab some real dinner on the way back. None of his vegan crap.” 

Ricks' POV

She had fallen asleep on my couch, her breathing slow and steady as she drifted into slumber. I paused for a moment, taking in her serene expression, before grabbing a soft fleece blanket from my bed to gently drape over her. She looked so peaceful there, curled up against the plush cushions, that I didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead, I made sure she was comfortable, turning off the lights and double checking that the front door was securely locked. I tiptoed upstairs to my room, leaving her to rest undisturbed downstairs.

We had planned for me to drive her home after grabbing a quick dinner, but our conversation flowed so easily over plates of pasta that we lost track of time. Before I knew it, muscle memory had carried us right back to my apartment instead of Chris’s. She explained that she would rather hang out with me than go back to her empty place while Chris was working late. I understood not wanting to be alone with nothing but silence for company.

From my office I could hear her chatting away, the TV a faint drone beneath her voice. She must have been on the phone with Chris, their affectionate nicknames and inside jokes filtering up the stairs. Part of me was conflicted, perhaps even a bit jealous, of their seemingly happy relationship. But another part of me just enjoyed her company and wanted to get to know this fascinating girl better. Surprisingly, Chris never seemed to mind us spending time together, which I found odd but can't say I really minded either. She intrigued me, and I looked forward to unraveling the mystery that was her.

As I laid in bed, the cool blue light from my kindle illuminating my face, I had been stuck on the same page for several minutes, lost in my own swirling thoughts. Earlier at dinner, she had caught me off guard by asking about Chris, and whether he was the type to casually throw around "I love you"s to just anyone. When I asked what she meant, she explained further - was Chris serious when he said it, or did he tell it to every girl he met? I hesitantly shared that sometimes he was sincere, but other times it seemed less meaningful. Her line of questioning immediately raised alarms in my mind. She wouldn't be asking unless she had heard those three special words from him herself. My worst fear was coming true - Chris had serious feelings for her after all.

And the fact that she was probing me about it revealed her own emotions were likely growing as well. Admitting you've fallen for someone is a huge leap, especially acknowledging it to yourself. Yet here I was, her friend, harboring a hopeless crush on a taken girl. "Says the man crushing on his buddies' girl," the cynical voice in my head sneered. I mentally rolled my eyes at my foolishness. A harmless crush was understandable, but I knew it would pass in time. I just needed to be patient and let it fade on its own. 

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me from my drowsy reading. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was past ten pm—an odd time for someone to be texting. I reached over and grabbed my phone, squinting against the bright light of the screen. A new message from Chris awaited me. I swiped it open, curious about why he would be texting so late. "Hey, did you drop Eve off at my apartment? Cause she isn't here," the message read. Confusion washed over me. Earlier, I had heard Eve mention on the phone that she was at my house. Clearly Chris had forgotten in his exhausted state. I typed back, "She's asleep on the couch. Did you forget already?" He read the message but didn't respond. I wondered if I had pressed a nerve, but knowing Chris and his tendency to take on too much, he was likely just overwhelmed and had too many things going on to remember where Eve was. With a sigh, I tossed my phone back onto the nightstand, the buzz of the unanswered text lingering in my mind. I turned off my Kindle, giving up on reading for the night, and settled into my blankets, hoping sleep would come easily despite the confusion of Chris's message.

#bad omens rpf #noah sebastian fic #bad omens smut #noah sebastian smut #Chris Motionless fic #Chris Motionless smut #ricky olson smut #ricky olson fic #miw band #miw #chris motionless #chrismotionlessfanfic #motionless in white fanfiction #motionless in white smut #polyverse #scorpionandthescales #why choose

[harlowsbby]

Plastic off the sofa

There was two sides of Jack there was the one side that Neelam and Drama and the rest of the world saw which was the strong and determined Jack who came off cocky and a bit self centered at times, but then there was the Jack that you only got to see whenever Jack was around you he couldn’t help but to be himself he was always so soft with you and loving and caring.

You got to see the needy side of Jack the side of him that always wanted to be babied and loved up on.

It was around 6 in the morning when you woke up you looked over to your side seeing Jack’s form sleeping peacefully you smiled reaching your hand up and stroking his beard before playing a little connect the dots with his freckles before sighing. You really didn’t want to work today and Jack’s told you many times you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want to seem like a gold digger.

You went to get up but two strong arms quickly brought you back into the mountain of pillows and covers.

“Where do you think you’re going ma? You’re staying in bed with me.” Jack’s morning voice always sent shivers down your spine and his Kentucky accent was always so thick.

“Jack I have to get up and get ready for work.” Kissing his arms you tried to remove them from you but he wasn’t budging.

“I’m being serious baby I just want cuddles from you all day just wanna stay in bed with my girl.” He mumbled tiredly you shook your head at him as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“I have to go Jack it’s a big day today and I can’t afford to be late.” He snorted and rolled his eyes he knew that you knew that you very much could afford missing a day of work.

“I guess I’ll just lay here all day all alone by myself just lonely since my girl don’t love me.” He sighed dramatically some curls falling into his face.

“See you can’t do that, guilt tripping me into staying isn’t going to work this time Jackman.” You went to get up again but Jack jerked forward grabbing you and dragging you back into the bed you squealed as he rolled you both around in the bed till you were tangled in his legs and arms.

“Looks like you ain’t going anywhere now.”

“Jack! You seriously need to let me go you’re so big and so damn heavy.” He gasped dramatically and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“You wasn’t calling me all these names last night last time I recalled you were saying how it feels so good and calling me dadd-.”

“Alright! I’ll stay home just get the hell off of me I seriously don’t think I can feel my blood flowing anymore.” He laughed before letting you free, you crawled over the bed to where he was before straddling his waist.

“You’re lucky I love you Jack but tomorrow I’m going to work.”

“That’s fine ma but for today you’re all mine.” You laid down on his chest as he rubbed small circles on your back before you knew it you were fast asleep on Jack’s chest the only sound coming in was the raining hitting the side of the house.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff

[whitetailedprey]

uh okay i didn’t mean for this to be this long but whatever

cw: noncon, hunting, forced orgasm

imagine with me, for a moment, that you’re a big scary werewolf. you’re wandering through the woods, bored, when you see me. soft deer ears, fluffy tail, and antlers reaching up from my head. i’m picking flowers in a clearing, humming to myself. you grin, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. perfect.

you silently creep forward through the trees, eyes trained on me. i’m none the wiser. until you misstep and snap a twig.

my head shoots up, wide innocent eyes darting around the clearing until they land on you. you’re huge, eyes glowing in the dark. i squeak in fear and book it towards the opposite tree line.

i delicately leap over the brush and duck under branches. my breaths come in short, panicked bursts as my heart hammers in my chest. i can’t hear you following me, but i know that doesn’t mean anything. i push myself, running faster. i know what will happen if you catch me. and i know im not strong enough to stop it. but maybe i can be fast enough to escape it.

it’s quite easy to track me. i wasn’t careful in my frantic flight, leaving broken branches in my wake. you slink after me, using your nose to pin me down.

i think i’ve almost made it. i start feeling hopeful. suddenly my head is painfully yanked back and im harshly pulled to a stop. i realize my antlers are tangled in low-hanging branches. my panic rises, twisting uncomfortably in my chest. i reach up and try to untangle myself. “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-“

i hear a low chuckle behind me and freeze. “well, well. poor thing..” a jolt of fear shoots through me as your clawed hand grips the back of my neck. i yelp and try to twist my body away, hooves digging into the ground, hands trying to snap the branches. my thrashing earns me a harsh shake by my neck, claws piercing into my delicate skin and drawing blood. “stop squirming,” you growl. i whimper, eyes filling with tears. as panicked as i am, i can feel the coil of arousal wind in my gut. ‘oh god… no…’

your other hand comes from behind me and gropes my chest. i push away from the touch, only to press my back into your chest. you hum low in your throat and shift your hand so its gripping the front of my neck instead.

“please-“ i choke out through tears. “l-let me go-“

you dig your claws into my neck again, drawing more blood. you nuzzle the puncture wounds, then slowly lick up the blood, humming in satisfaction.

i’m trembling in your hold. the hand at my chest slides down my torso, towards my aching cunt. i start up my thrashing again, desperate to get away, to not let you find out just how turned on i am. but you’re too strong.

your fingers meet my slicked cunt, and you let out a surprised laugh. “my my… someone’s excited.” you dig your teeth into my soft ear, drawing a yelp from me. tears are flowing freely down my face now, mixing with the blood dripping from my neck. “fucked up little thing, aren’t you?”

i whine, starting to shake my head.

“oh, don’t lie to me.” your fingers press gently into my clit, moving in a tight circle. before i can stop myself, i’m arching my back and letting out a soft moan. “see?”

“n… nnnoo…” my eyes roll back as the pressure of your hand at my throat tightens. “pl- please…”

“don’t worry, pretty thing,” you murmur, resting your chin on my shoulder. “i’m not going to fuck you… today. right now, i just want to watch you unravel at my hands.”

pleasure shoots through my body as your fingers move faster. i’m panting now, my hands gripping at your wrist, trying to pull your hand off my neck. “i can’t- i don’t want to-“ i gasp at a particularly hard dig into my clit. “nononononono-“ the pleasure builds and builds, until it washes over me in powerful waves. i let out a whine as i cum, my hips jerking forward into your touch.

i’m trembling and panting as your hands withdraw from my body, the tear tracks drying on my cheeks. you gently free my antlers from the branches. as soon as i’m free, i lurch forward on shaky legs. i look back at you, eyes wide and teary.

you grin. “see you soon.” that’s the last thing i hear from you before you turn and vanish into the shadows.

#woah this ended up longer than i meant it to be #i like it tho #hopefully people actually read it lol #dub con #non con #prey kink #prey k!nk #deer boy #hunting #werewolf #werewolf smut #my writing #i’m so bad at tagging shit

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 12 - A Deal With the Devil

Y/N says her final goodbye to Castiel and makes the best of her new situation, growing closer to Lucifer.

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The world spins rapidly, leaving me feeling incredibly dizzy and a tad bit nauseous. I lose my balance and my knees buckle at the overwhelming situation. As I fall forward, a strong and steady arm catches me, pulling me into his chest. This keeps me sturdy as the spinning room slowly comes to a stop. The illusion of safety is fleeting as I remember just whose body I cling to.

“You’re okay love, I got you,” he assures. 

His familiar voice puts me on edge, but also brings an unexpected sense of peace and longing. “Lucifer…” I whisper, raising my head. Our eyes meet, exchanging a thousand unspoken words at one.

“You called?” His signature cocky tone returns once again. He grins ear to ear, clearly pleased with this turn of events.

“I did.” I swallow down the growing uneasiness in my stomach. “I want to make a deal.”

“A deal with the Devil?” He tilts his head, evidently amused. “How cliché. Go on,” he beckons.

“I know what you plan to do to the Winchesters.” I furrow my brows, keeping my anger and disgust in check. “I know what you’re doing to Cas.”

He crosses his arms, his face hard and unreadable, and waits for me to continue.

“Take me instead.”

Surprise paints his face that quickly morphs into delight.

 This is what he’s wanted from the beginning, to own me like I'm some toy for him to play with at his leisure. If I play my cards right, no one else will ever suffer at his hands again and I can begin to undo just a bit of the damage I've caused.

“If you let them go and promise not to hurt them… I’m all yours,” I sigh. “No running. No fighting. I am truly and indefinitely yours”. I stare at him with wide eyes and a truthful look that portrays just how serious I am.

“Interesting.” He looks up, tapping a finger to his lips, thinking for a moment. “You got yourself a deal.” His eyes light up with intrigue, glowing a dark red color.

A wave of relief flows through me and with a ruffle of feathers, my wings relax from their tense position. I force myself to ignore the pang of uncertainty building in my stomach.

“Shall we seal it with a kiss, my love?” He smiles deviously, his face barely an inch from mine.

 I can feel his warm breath on my face which surprisingly smells like he had just finished chewing cool spearmint gum. I reluctantly nod, willing to do anything for the boys I consider family. I lean in close, the familiar static buzz building between us.

Without a second of hesitation, Lucifer crashes his lips into mine.

I falter for a moment, frozen in place, but something inside me ignites like a fire and I melt into the kiss. 

His cracked lips move in sync with my soft ones, creating a wonderful contrast in sensations. He opens his mouth slightly, quietly asking for permission to explore.

 I oblige, opening my mouth, allowing him access to all of me.

 His forked tongue clashes against mine, our tastes delightfully mingling together. What starts off as playful and soft, quickly turns rough and passionate. Our tongues fight for dominance, but I quickly lose the battle and submit to his will, something about it just feels so right. He tangles his hand in my hair, lightly pulling my head back by the roots just to prove who's really in control here. 

I can’t help the small whimper that escapes my lips that beckons a satisfying grin from him.

His other hand snakes around me, finding the small of my back and pulling our bodies flush against one another. The flight feathers of his large white wings caress my sides. If I wasn’t so distracted, I may have found it ticklish.

The passion grows to new heights, the soft spark of electricity turning into an intense flame freely flowing to my core. A mix of cold and warm sensation dance where our bodies meet. The room melts around us like a beautiful chalk mural washing away in the rain, until Lucifer and I are all that’s left in the comforting darkness.

After what feels like hours, he pulls away, biting my bottom lip for good measure, leaving a warm metallic taste in my mouth. “Mm, you taste better than I imagined,” he beams, licking the saliva off his bottom lip with a satisfied grin.

My face flushes a bright red, my dilated pupils fixed on his gorgeous face, surprised by how much I enjoyed that.

“We have so much to do,” he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He takes my hand in his and pulls me along the house I had grown familiar with in my initial stay not so long ago. 

The walls are mostly black with golden trim, the designs reminiscent of the Victorian era. The red satin chairs and couches complement the cherry wood of the rest of the furniture perfectly. There is no overhead lighting, instead the house is illuminated by the crackling fireplace and the towering stained glass windows that brings a sense of life to this otherwise intimidating mansion. Each room is covered in one of a kind classical paintings, such as The Two Angels, by Raphael and The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dali. These were some of my favorite pieces that I had learned about in my college art history class, surely them being here is no coincidence, and I have no doubt in my mind that he had found a way to get ahold of the originals.

A sense of urgency snaps me out of my thoughts as I remember the task at hand. “Wait, Luce.” I dig my heels into the wooden floor, stopping him in his tracks.

He smiles at the nickname and raises his brow in question.

“I need to see him first.” A sad look dawns on my face. “I made a promise that he would make it home safe”.

“You don’t trust me,” he says in an annoyed tone.

“You did kidnap me,” I remind him.

“Fair point,” he says amused. “I’m a man of my word, but if you insist.” He bows ever so slightly and gestures to a hallway that I have yet to explore.

I step ahead, hesitantly walking down the dark hallway, only illuminated by a few small torches that cling to the wall. It seems to go on forever, like one continuous tunnel with no end in sight. This part of the house has a much darker aura to it. Instead of the classy wallpaper and décor, the walls are made of crumbling cobblestone with twisting vines emerging from the cracks and holes. The temperature is different from the rest of the house, noticeably a few degrees colder. There are dozens of eerie doors on either side, bound to hold endless mysteries. Each one is made from different materials, none of which look inviting by any sense of the word.

His hand rests on the small of my back, leading me to the room at the very end of the hall.

 I approach the old metal door, adorned with orange rust and clumps of dirt. It looks like the kind of door you’d find an old abandoned warehouse that’s withstood the rain for decades. I take in a deep breath and tuck my petite wings behind my back, preparing myself for the horrible scene that lies ahead. With renewed determination, I turn the rusty knob and push the door open with a long ominous creak.

My heart sinks as my eyes fall onto Castiel's bloodied, broken form, tied to a chair, surrounded by a ring of holy fire. He’s covered head to toe with blood. Red blotches stain his shirt and tie, and slashes ruin his signature trenchcoat. His head hangs low, eyes closed, looking defeated and exhausted.

“Cas…” my voice breaks. I can’t imagine the full extent of what horrors he’s been through in the last 24 hours.

His head perks up, recognizing my voice. His deep blue eyes meet mine. The usual seriousness and composure that he always wears, now replaced with a mix of surprise and relief.

“Y/N!” He exclaims.

I step closer until I'm just out of reach of the warm flames licking my boots. I place my hand on his stubbly cheek, rubbing my thumb across his tattered skin. Patches of dried blood flake off and leave a brownish crimson stain on my fingers.

He looks back and forth between Lucifer and I, searching for some sort of explanation. His eyes widen in horror as realization dawns on him, all signs of relief vanishing in an instant. “What did you do?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. He pulls desperately against the restraints that confine him to the chair, but even with his celestial strength, they don’t budge.

“I did what I had to,” I say with a soft smile, hiding the pain of knowing this is the last time I’ll ever see the angel I've grown so fond of.

“No��” he looks at me with pleading eyes.

I nod, tears welling in my eyes, threatening to spring free any moment. My wings wrap around me, in a subconscious effort to provide comfort. “You would’ve done the same for me.”

Lucifer clears his throat, attracting my attention. I drop the hand that caresses his cheek, already missing the feel of his warmth.

Castiel’s eyes stay fixed on me.

“How touching, you should really put that on a Hallmark card,” he teases.

I shoot him a look that could kill a man, completely unamused with his tasteless jokes.

“Well this has been a lovely reunion, but a promise is a promise.” He raises his left hand, pressing his thumb and middle finger together.

“NO!” Castiel yells, giving me one last panicked glance.

Lucifer snaps his fingers and the room turns white for a moment. The fire roars, reaching the ceiling and leaving little black scorch marks in a perfect circle. The flames calm down to embers, before fading completely and reveal an empty chair where my favorite angel once sat. 

And just like that, the last of my life with the Winchesters is gone forever, slipping through my fingers like sand.

I slowly turn back to Lucifer, my watery eyes meeting his, surprised to find a hint of pity in them.

He crosses the room and pulls me into a warm embrace, kissing the top of my head.

I don’t fight it.

“For what it’s worth,” he whispers into my hair, “I am sorry.” he pets my wings in a soothing manner, sending chills down my spine.

I lean my head against his chest, placing my hand on his sternum. I sniffle and pull myself together, accepting that this is my life now and I better make the best of it.

Pulling back from his hug, I remove my hand from his chest and notice the red sticky fluid clinging to my palm. I step back and inspect his towering form. He's covered in crimson splatter from head to toe, even his wings are stained. I try not to think too hard about where it came from.

“You look like shit,” I chuckle.

He scoffs, probably not used to being insulted in a way that doesn’t end with him snapping someone's neck, but quickly gets over it.

 “Let's get you cleaned up.” I grab his calloused hand, intertwining our fingers and pull him along behind me. I hurry down the long hallway, hoping to shake the ominous feeling that resides here and navigate my way back to the bedroom.

This room was initially my prison not so long ago. Despite the beauty and the effort that Lucifer put into making it comfortable for me, I still feel a twinge of resentment. It’s still my prison in a way, but can I really call it that if I chose to be here of my own free will?

I make my way to the bathroom, clearly remembering the luxurious bathtub in the center of the room, although at the time, luxurious isn’t the word I would use, probably more akin to suffocating. 

I release his hand and shake off the unpleasant memories. Kneeling on the tile floor, I turn the knobs and the water pours out of the golden faucet. I’ve always found the sound of running water peaceful, it reminds me of the days I spent with my feet in the creek when I was young, a simpler time. I run my fingers under the stream, tinkering with the temperature until it’s a satisfying warmth. Using the bottle of bubble bath that he had acquired just for me, I squirt a generous amount under the stream, watching the fluffy bubbles form on the surface like a thick blanket. The heavenly scent of lavender fills the room, lulling me into a sense of relaxation.

Lucifer leans against the white tile wall, arms crossed and eyes fixed on me, quietly admiring me from afar. “You know, if you wanted to see me naked, you could just ask,” he jokes.

I don’t need to turn around to know that he’s got his signature smirk on display. “Don’t flatter yourself, you look a mess.” I roll my eyes, biting back laughter.

He chuckles, taking off his green button up, followed by his tattered beige t-shirt. It pools in a pile around his feet.

Satisfied with the level of water filling the bath, I turn the knob off and stand to my feet, drying the water off my hands onto my flannel.

“Okay, it’s ready.” I turn to see him undressing himself, not an ounce of shame in sight. I clumsily turn on my heels, facing away from him, trying profusely to hide the bright shade of pink that blooms on my cheeks.

“Like what you see?” He chuckles.

Although I’d never admit it, I can’t deny how beautiful he truly is. I wonder if he is just as stunning in his true form. What would an angel even look like? Would it be all wings and eyes like the bible says, or more of a glowing ball of celestial light like Castiel had suggested?

Lucifer steps into the water, the bubbles running up to his chest, covering everything below. He tucks his wings behind him, having trouble fitting his large wingspan into the grandiose tub.

Once I hear the sound of water settling I turn around to see him grinning at me. I give him a polite smile and return to my spot kneeling at the side of the bath.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me for even a second. “I’ve never bathed like this before, but I must say I understand the appeal now.”

“Yeah, it’s nice. One of the many perks of humanity.”

“Humanity,” he says bitterly.

“You know, it’s not so bad, I’m sure you would change your mind if you just gave us a chance,” I snap back defensively. I squirt a generous amount of the floral purple shampoo in my hands, rubbing them together until it bubbles.

“Hardly.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re the only human I could ever tolerate.”

“Not so human anymore,” I sigh.

“You’ll learn to love it.”

I run my soapy fingers through his hair, massaging the roots to really coat each strand. The white bubbles turn a light shade of pink, removing the blood caked in.

“Hmm,” he hums in delight.

“I think you’re maybe liking this too much.” I raise a brow in suspicion, but don’t stop.

“Is that a crime?” He asks.

“It should be,” I quip. Cupping handfuls of water, I rinse the shampoo from his hair,  careful not to get any in his stunning red eyes.

He looks at me in adoration. 

Grabbing the body wash, I pour some onto my hands and repeat the process of turning it into a bubbly froth. I start with his shoulders, scrubbing the dirt and blood that cakes his skin until it glistened. 

His shoulders relax, his toned muscles releasing the tension that built up over thousands of years in a cage. He practically melts under my touch.

I move onto his arms and abdomen, stopping right where the bubbles from the bath lie, not prepared for that level of intimacy. All that remains now is his face. His stupid, perfect face.

He looks me in the eyes, studying my every feature as I bring my soft soapy fingers to his cheeks.

Carefully, I remove all the blood and dirt caked on his skin with gentle touches until his face looks as beautiful as the day I met him. I didn’t see it then, how stunning he truly is, but it’s something I can no longer deny. “Lean forward,” I demand.

“Hey, I’m the one that should be giving orders around here,” he teases, but complies, giving me access to his broad wings.

“Unlikely,” I reply. With a little more soap, I cautiously run my fingers along the top of his wings.

Lucifer hisses quietly, his wings stretching out as far as the bath will allow.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” I pull back immediately, shifting my weight onto my heels.

“No, no, please keep going,” he assures me, flashing me a convincing smile and relaxing his wings.

I nod, and return my hands to the same spot, massaging from the top of his wing to the end of his white feathers that glisten a royal gold under the soapy water. They are incredibly soft, softer than any silk in the whole world.

He moans softly, unable to hide how much he enjoys it.

I look at him quizzically, but continue cleaning them.

“They’re just really sensitive, but not in a bad way,” he says.

“I know the feeling,” I scoff, recalling the times I’ve touched my own wings.

“I’m sure you do.” He smiles, admiring the tiny wings by my sides.

I fold them neatly behind my back, hiding them as much as I can. I’m not someone that gets insecure easily, but I can’t help but feel inferior comparing my petite wings to his intimidating wingspan.

“I’ve never actually let anyone else touch my wings before,” he admits sheepishly.

“Really? I'm surprised. I assumed the devil has lots of demons lining up to please him,” I reply. I can’t stop the pang of jealousy in my stomach from picturing it.

He laughs, shaking his head no. “You’re different, you know,” he says softly, reaching a hand up to caress my cheek.

The Winchesters, Castiel, Christianity, they all make the Devil out to be some cold hearted villain. And maybe that’s true, but not with me. I see who he truly is, just a confused boy that’s desperate to feel loved for once in his life.

“Thank you Luce,” I blush. Finishing up his wings, I push myself up from my spot, resting my hands on the tub. I wipe my hair out of my face with the back of my hand, leaving suds of soap behind.

Lucifer smiles at this.

“Let me go grab you a towel.” I turn to leave the room.

“No need.” With a snap of his fingers, the bath is empty, he’s fully clothed and his hair, feathers, and skin are bone dry, as if he was never in the bath at all. He stands just a few inches away.

“You could’ve done that the whole time?” I snap, annoyed that I had just put all that effort into something that was completely unnecessary. 

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that.” He smirks. He steps even closer, looking down upon me until our noses touch.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re annoying?” I pout.

“Ouch, Y/N, you’ve wound me,” he replies sarcastically, dramatically grasping his chest as if he were having a heart attack.

“What else can you do with that angel mojo?” I cross my arms, leaning my weight onto one hip.

“Oh honey, you have no idea,” he whispers.

“Enlighten me.” I raise an eyebrow, keeping my gaze strong.

Lucifer lightly presses his forefingers to my temples and a surge of pleasant electricity flows through me.

 I feel a cold coil intimately wrap around my core, clashing with the heat inside me. My vision morphs into a bright white light. It isn’t unbearably blinding, but rather comforting and peaceful. The world spins and the sound of thunder clapping fills the room. I feel an overwhelming rush of euphoria lighting up every nerve, better than any drug they sell on the street, it's like all of my worries melt away and all that’s left is peace.

His fingers pull away from my forehead and he wraps his arms around me to keep me steady as my vision returns and I come crashing back down to reality.

“What. The. Fuck,” I pant, still feeling a lingering high.

“Not so bad, right?” He jests.

“You’ve got to teach me how to do that!” I playfully shove him on the shoulder.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he pats my hair, “I’ll teach you all that and more.”

Perhaps this won’t be so bad after all, I smile to myself.

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#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester #lucifer supernatural #lucifer x reader supernatural #lucifer #lucifer x reader #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural reader insert #reader inse #supernatural #slow burn #love triangle

[prettyboyfinley]

Story time:

After getting a drink I make my way to a larger booth and sit while taking in the club. I notice a woman sitting at a small booth. I quickly get lost in the image of sitting at her feet, thinking about what it would feel like to have her hand tangled in my hair while I worship between her beautiful thighs. I get jostled out of my thoughts by a server setting what looks to be another glass in front of me. I look confused at the now retreating server before turning and making eye contact with the woman in the booth. My face instantly gets warm. She just smirks and nods before her smirk turns from lustful to soft and caring. My thighs clench together and my head starts to feel fuzzy before my whole body shivers at the sight of a man walking over to the beautiful woman and sitting down beside her. I look away, sad at the idea that the woman who was making my brain foggy is here with someone else. I try and look away and not look at them but my focus inevitably is drawn back. When I look over I’m shocked to see that they are both sipping on a drink and staring at me. My brain instantly gets fuzzy again and I find myself lost in fantasies of being between the two of them. I can feel my cunt getting wet at the thought of feeling their touch. I get so distracted that I don’t even realize that they are approaching me until they are standing by my booth. They have kind smiles on their faces.

“Would it be alright if we joined you dear? If so what are your pronouns?”

I stumble with my words before looking between the two of them.

“He/him, yes. Yes of course you can sit here”

my face gets so red and I look down at the table in embarrassment. Suddenly I hear a raspy deep voice by my ear.

“Do I have permission to touch your face?”

I choke back a whimper but nod my head yes.

“No dear, we need verbal consent.”

“Yes, yes you can. You can touch me.”

I suddenly feel a soft but large hand cup my chin and tilt my face to look up at them. The view of them standing slightly over me has me melting in my seat.

“There we go, there are those handsome eyes. Thank you for letting us join you.”

My face gets bright red and all I can think about is being on my knees for them and having his hand around my neck. They sit down and we talk for at least half an hour, the whole time I can’t keep my eyes off of them. Her lips look so soft and her hands are so slender but strong His eyes are so dark and intense and his arms are defined by his shirt, all I want is to be sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around me.

As time goes on I fall deeper and deeper into a more submissive headspace, it doesn’t help that we discussed limits and things that we are all interested in.

Hearing her talk about how she loves to have a submissive between her thighs while her husband fucks them made my brain shut down temporarily. They must notice my spaced out look because they start touching me more and more.

It starts with her pushing my hair out of my face and her fingers lingering. She caresses my cheek before looking into my eyes and tracing my lips with her fingertips before pulling away. She watches as my lips part and attempt to take her fingertips between my lips before my eyes widen in shock and embarrassment at being caught.

Her husband chuckles next to me while he puts his hand on my thigh. She tuts when I try and look away from her and grips my jaw tightly. Looking into her eyes and seeing the look of pure hunger makes my thighs soaked.

“Oh poor baby, I bet you weren’t planning on telling us you have an oral fixation. It’s alright baby, we will take care of all of your needs.”

As she says this her husband’s hand slides between my thighs and I can hear his gasp over my own.

“Fuck honey, he soaked through his boxers and pants. God damnit, if you are this warm and wet while in clothes I can only imagine what it will feel like when my cock is buried inside of you.”

His voice is so raspy in my ear. The feeling of his hand between my thighs and her griping my chin makes my brain completely shut off.

“That’s it baby, let go of those pesky thoughts and just let us guide you. Let us use you.”

#ftm sub #ftm nsft #ftm puppy #dom/sub #transmasc nsft #bottomposting #transgender #prettyboyconfessions #storytimewithprettyboy #this is just foreplay #god I’m rusty at writing

[aliceindiamonds]

Motivation

Leon S Kennedy x Female Reader

Written because since I started playing the remake of RE4 I’ve had complete and utter brainrot. Why’d they have to make him so hot?! I’ve always been a Chris girl but shiiiiiiiit… I have literally never written smut before so feedback is super appreciated.

Set just after RE4. Leon is in an established but still fairly early days relationship with reader.

“Hey, are you still with me?” Leon asked, his smooth tenor breaking my reverie. His piercing blue eyes looked into mine, making me feel warm.

I looked up at him and scratched my chin, grounding myself back within the room. “Of course,” I mumbled, wiggling my mouse to bring my computer back to life. “I was just thinking.”

Across the room, he was pouring himself a Merlot into one of my grandmother’s old crystal glasses. “Thinking about..?” he prompted, running his tongue across his bottom teeth temptingly. I breathed deeply and watched as he took a long sip, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“It’s nothing,” I replied with a shake of my head. We were now a week on from Leon’s return. He told me very little of where he’d been or what he’d been doing, but I knew it was something very important and very dangerous. I had noticed, as he emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist one morning, that he was adorned with brand new scars, red and angry amongst the pinker, lighter ones. Now, as he leaned elegantly against my oak counters, he looked tired but inexplicably handsome, as always. “How are you feeling?”

“Feeling good, baby,” he answered, moving around the kitchen to where I sat at the island. “Just glad to be back.” His hand came to rest on my shoulder, and I could smell his aftershave: sandalwood and oud, and a sweet floral top note. Behind me, he looked at my computer screen with interest. “Still that essay?”

I groaned. “Don’t, I know.” This particular piece of work had been hanging over me since before he left for Spain. “I can’t bring myself to commit to it.”

“Would you like me to help motivate you?” He asked teasingly and pressed his lips to my cheek.

“I am unmotivatable,” I sighed, and I tilted my head as his lips kissed softly and slowly in a path towards my neck.

“I’m not sure, I think I might have a few ways…” His breath was hot against my skin, and his words went straight to my core.

Since his return, we hadn’t had any intimacy further than holding each other at night, in our pyjamas. Leon had only stayed two nights, and he was exhausted, and frankly seemed traumatised. When he had first arrived, I had bust out the full works- soft, blue lingerie I had bought specially, excited to feel him again- but he had looked at me with darkened, heavy eyes, and we had just gone to sleep. Then I had wanted to wait until it was on his terms.

“And what methods might you be suggesting, Mr Kennedy?” I breathed in anticipation. He set his glass of wine down on the counter before holding his hand out to me.

“I think you know.”

I took his strong, calloused hand and he all but pulled me to the bedroom. Closing the door behind us, he pushed me against the wall, leaning in to kiss me. His lips were soft, reddened by wine, and he tasted sweet. I moaned softly as he tangled one hand in my hair, the other massaging my bare shoulder gently. The feeling of his skin on mine sent heat coursing through my body, and I wanted him so badly. His hand slipped down, reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt, and I opened my eyes. “Hang on!” I burst out, and he looked at me in surprise.

“Is something wrong?” Leon asked, his blue eyes so sincere and gorgeous.

“Absolutely nothing,” I reassured him softly, caressing his face. “Just give me a minute, let me have a shower and change- I don’t feel very sexy-”

He raised an eyebrow. “But you look beautiful,” he protested, and I scoffed, stepping away from him. I pulled a face as I looked down at my leggings and faded tee. “You’re perfect, and I want you like this,” he murmured, pulling me backwards into him and pressing his sizeable erection into my rear. I melted instantly.

“Fine-” I grumbled, “-but only because I can’t resist.” He laughed good-naturedly, and the sound was music to my ears. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I said to the air, and he nibbled the tip of my ear as his hands crept under my t-shirt and found my bare chest- I never wore a bra around the house.

“No, you are,” he murmured, and his fingers cupped my breasts, pressing into the sensitive skin in a way that made me catch my breath. He ground into me from behind, and kissed my neck again, and I moaned, and he lost patience. “Take it off- you need to be naked right now.”

Hunger in his eyes, hunger that made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, he gripped the bottom of my t-shirt and whipped it over my head. Bare chested in front of him, I felt exposed, but he looked at me as though I were a painting. His fingers hooked into my underwear and leggings, pulling them off in one and leaving me naked. “Fuck…” he groaned, rubbing himself through his jeans.

Avoiding the feeling of flaming embarrassment that his unbridled want brought to my cheeks, I reached forward to relieve him of his fitted grey t-shirt, but he halted me. “Let me enjoy you, first,” he said, before leading me to the bed. “Lie back, baby,” he instructed, and I giggled as I did as I was told. “I thought about your cunt every day,” he said crassly, and my mouth fell open in surprise as he continued. “Came so fast thinking about it every time I-”

“Leon!” I gasped, interrupting his unabashed words.

“I know you like it when I talk like that, baby,” he chuckled, crawling on top of me fully clothed. His clothes felt harsh against my skin, in an exciting, striking way. “You’re filthy really.”

I laughed; he was a little bit right. His words clouded my head and made my core ache with need. Smiling, he peppered the top of my chest with kisses before running his tongue slowly down the valley between my breasts. I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut in want as his fingers danced from my calves to my upper thighs, tickling and grazing painstakingly.

Decisively, he grasped my breast and encapsulated one of my nipples within his warm, wet mouth, and I cried out his name in frustration, squeezing my legs together for any trace of friction where my cunt throbbed. With a lewd pop, he released my nipple and looked into my eyes teasingly, cruelly, “You want something, baby?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” I hissed, and he laughed again, throwing his head back. “Please, touch me,” I begged.

“Touch you where?”

“Leon,” I groaned, as he enjoyed his torture.

“Okay, alright,” he murmured, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.” His strong hands grasped my thighs and pushed my legs apart, and I whimpered. I could have died of shame as my pussy leaked wetness onto the sheets. “Oh, you’re soaked, baby girl,” he growled, teasing my wet entrance, where my skin and dark hair glistened. “Can’t wait to fuck you stupid…”

His finger slipped inside of me easily, and he explored slowly and agonisingly. I put my fist in my mouth to stop myself from screaming, wanting more desperately. A second finger joined the first, and he penetrated me deeply before toying lazily with my clit, making me feel like I was falling apart. The feeling of explosion built inside me, little by little, at his leisure, and I wanted to cry as he sped up his ministrations. I began to thrust involuntarily against his hand, and he pulled out with a tut. “Not so fast.”

“Leon,” I moaned at the loss of him, and felt my stomach twist in desperation as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. “Fucking hell…” I breathed, watching his tongue swirl and his lids close. His blonde hair was falling into his eyes, and he looked like sin.

Opening his eyes, he smiled like the devil, and then started to unbutton his shirt. Shy, I closed my legs, but he pushed them apart again. “Let me look at you, pretty girl,” he coaxed, and I whined in response. As his shirt fell from his shoulders, his chest and arms seemed broader and stronger than ever, and the muscles in his upper arms rippled. I exhaled, watching him like I’d watch an artist create their magnum opus.

“It’s not fair that you get to look like that,” I shook my head, feeling small.

Standing, he undid the top button on his jeans and unzipped, sliding them down his legs with his boxers. His cock sprang forth, dripping with precum, and my mouth fell open. “I’m all yours, baby,” he said, climbing on top of me.

Slow, sultry, he kissed me again, and I tasted myself on his pink lips. Moaning, I reached for his hard member, but he took my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his. “Ah, ah, ah- it’s me taking care of you today.”

“I want you,” I managed, his weight delicious on top of me.

His knees on the mattress, he found my cunt with his cock and lined himself up, making me bite my lip in anticipation. I wanted desperately to touch him, to run my fingers across his chest, but he kept my arms firmly restrained. “Can you keep your hands to yourself like a good girl?” He asked, a brazen grin on his face, and I nodded.

One hand gripping my waist, and my breast in the other, Leon slid inside me in one swift motion. Gasping, I spread my legs wider, accepting his throbbing length, and he panted obscenely, acclimatising to my tightness. “Fuck, fuck..” he chanted like a mantra as he adjusted, going still. “Are you ready?”

“Please, I want it so badly,” I implored him, and closing his heavily lidded eyes he gave me what I needed. Fucking me slowly into the mattress, he leaned over and kissed me, his tongue wet and hot in my mouth, making noises that made me keen.

Methodically, he built his pace, letting me get used to the size of him, until he weakened, “I’ve got to speed up, baby,” he groaned, lifting one of my legs up so that it rested on his shoulder, forcing him somehow deeper inside, making me moan.

And then he fucked me hard. His pace was cruel and relentless, and I cried out at the way he hammered my cunt, hitting me so deeply that it hurt so good. “Oh, oh, oh, Leon!” I sobbed, still pushing myself against him harder, relishing in his unfaltering rhythm. Breathing doggedly, he found my clit with his fingers, playing me like a violin. His chest glistened with sweat, rolling down his godlike, carved abs, and I was in ecstasy, building, building, “Leon, fuck, I’m, I’m so close-” his fingers brought me to a burning climax, and my cunt squeezed him, throbbing, gushing wetness.

“Fuck, yes, baby, yes-” He pounded me incredibly fast, losing any sense of rhythm, riding my orgasm into his own, and I felt him explode inside of me, coating my insides with his hot cum.

We both breathed in tandem, heavy and fast, and he looked at me intensely, enjoying the feeling of his high ebbing away into calm. “Fuck, I love you,” he panted, kissing the ankle that rested on his shoulder sweetly.

“I love you too,” I answered, smiling up at him, feeling sobered as my mind returned to some semblance of normality, from the streaks of red and gold and silver that had blurred my vision as he took me. “Can I touch you now, Mr Kennedy?”

“Please do,” he grinned, lowering my leg and pulling out of me, before coming to lie at my side. I lifted my arm and he snuggled up to me, resting his head on my breast. For a minute or two, he didn’t speak, and we were blissful and quiet. When he next spoke, there was a softness in his tone. “Hey, baby…”

”Yes, Leon?” I murmured, running my fingers up and down his arm.

”I just wanted to say, about when I got home, I’m sorry about not being up for, you know,” he apologised gently, and I shook my head.

”No apology needed-” I started.

”No, let me finish. I had a rough time with… work,” there was a tense pause in his words, and I waited for him to continue. “I didn’t feel myself-” his voice shook, and I fought the urge to swaddle him in my arms. “Look, I- I still kind of don’t. But I’m starting to feel safe again. You’re making me feel safe again.”

I nodded slowly. Although I didn’t know what he had been through, I could see that it had left him scarred more deeply than physically. My heart swelled at his words, and I felt privileged. “Thank you, for telling me that, Leon,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his head.

”Well, I don’t want you to think I didn’t want you. Especially when you were in that little blue number, all ready for me…”

Laughing, I said, “I’m sure it can make another appearance.”

I tangled my fingers in his sweaty, dark blonde hair, and we breathed slowly, enjoying each other’s closeness, and in the other room, my essay remained entirely unfinished.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon smut #not my gif #stdismas #vanilla #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #come on ​he’s a one lady type of guy

[tahitiaw]

I got off work late, I get home and behold! One single light remains on for me so I don't have to stumble in the dark. I walk past open, darkened rooms, a destination being my goal. Then I find you, you're sprawled out sleepily across the bed within the tangle of sheets and blankets. Bits of warm flesh peeking out and seemingly lighting up the room a bit. I quietly take off my shoes, undo my belt and slide my pants off, down my shins. My belt clatters on the floor and I feel you shift in the bed. "Shit" I think to myself, not wanting to wake her up. It goes quiet again and I sigh, pull off my shirt and climb in next to you, feeling the residual warmth of where your body was and where you are now. Just as I find my happy place, my body pressed against yours, one arm around your ribs, the other holding my head up, my leg gently slides between your thighs, you feel soooo good. Warm, comfortable, safe. I move just right and you roll your hips back into me. Pressing my upper thigh into your core, you're sooo wet. My face gets hot and I let out a breathy comfortable moan. I'm guessing you heard me because you nudge my leg down away from your hot wet pussy and roll over to face me. You lazily open one eye and say "hey sugar". Damn you, you know I love it when you call me that. I kiss your forehead, you wrap your arms around my waist and pull me down until our lips meet. Your breath is intoxicating, the taste in your mouth is enough to get me wet as we gingerly rub the tips of our tongues together inside each other's mouths. I rub and scratch your head, attempting to grasp very short hair. You move one hand down to grab my ass while the other strong arm is holding me in place at your lips, right where I belong. You decide to move us, you're much stronger than I am and we roll over effortlessly into the ocean of warm fresh fabric. Your hand runs free over me, feeling my soft curves, nipples, gently dragging near my belly button and slowly touching my lower stomach with your fingertips. "What are you doing baby?" I ask sheepishly. "what do you think?" She says, giving me a super sleepy yet undeniably cocky grin. "But you're so tired!" She ignores my logic and climbs on top of me, our bare breasts becoming best friends as our nipples touch and get hard. She presses her tummy into my wetness, illiciting small groans and panting sounds, she grunts a bit before pulling away from me. I prop myself up on my elbows and try to watch as she reaches into the drawer and pulls out something I can't see in the dark. It looks like restraints but I can't be sure, then her form disappears into the darkness, I whine and try to pull some covers over me. Somewhere from the dark she sees this and holds the blanket, keeping me exposed in the night air. With a swift motion she is right next to me again, as I wonder what she was holding she grabs my hips and pulls me close. Then I feel it, the object she was reaching for wasn't exactly restraints...for me. She pushes my arms above my head with one hand and places the other on my stomach, I look down and notice, she's not caressing my belly, she's gauging how far the toy will reach inside me. She smiles and says " it's OK love, I know your limits, I won't push it in that far". My brain goes blank at the sound of your words and i melt into a puddle for you to fuck senseless

Shit I forgot where I was going with that 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#lgbtq #wlw #just lesbian things #nsft wlw #sapphic #sapphic nsft #lesbian #lesbian nsft

[kingofthe-egirls]

FOX TALES: ZORO x OC

fox tales

(not sure how i feel about this one, kinda just wanted to get the scene out of my head. woe, lore be upon ye)

***

“How did you figure out fire?”

Zoro sits across from you, sipping from a cup of sake. The two of you were splitting a bottle over the campfire, keeping watch beneath the stars. Clear night, tonight.

“Hm,” you lick your lips after taking a sip of your own, the alcohol burning your throat. Zoro had introduced you to this stuff, but you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. “Dropped an axe on a flint.”

Zoro snorts into his cup. “How’d you manage to do that?”

“There was a campfire, and a toolshed. There were hammers, axes, things for traps. Wire, fishing nets. All sorts of things.” You take another sip of your drink. The licorice is faint on the arch of your tongue.

“There was a house, too. With two thick stumps under it like chicken legs. And! A chicken coop,” you get excited for a moment, as you remember. “There was a hen too,” you visibly deflate, your ears going flat against your head. “But she fell sick pretty early on. I was disappointed,” you decide. Zoro hums.

“M’sorry,” he says. You flick your eyes over to him across the fire. He’s staring at you, face lit hazy by the flames.

“S’okay,” you say, shrugging into your cup of sake. No use crying over it now, you think.

The stars glitter overhead. You tip your head back, kerchief falling loose. You let it go, tucking the scrap of red fabric into your denim pocket. Your hair falls loose around your shoulders. You knew it was tangled, that it was dirty. But Zoro didn’t seem to care.

“C’mere,” he says, flicking his wrist towards himself. “Lemme help you with that.”

You shy away, struggling to tug your fingers through your hair. Red heats your face like iron. You shake your head. “It’s okay,” you whisper, “I got it myself.”

“No you don’t,” he says simply, and rises to march around the campfire to you. He stands beside you, dropping a big hand onto the top of your head. It weighs more than you were expecting.

He takes the tips of your hair, and starts untangling them gently. You shift uncomfortably, sitting on your hands. “Um…,” you say, knocking your feet together, “‘M not very good at hair,” you mumble. The freckles on your ankles shine blue in the firelight. You squeeze your toes together.

“Me neither,” he says, chuckling low. His fingers are strong and thick at the ends of your hair. You feel a sudden tingle down the length of your spine at his touch. “But I’m good at untangling ropes,” he says, “Braiding them, too.”

“Rope’s stronger when you braid it,” you agree, having broken your fair share of ratty old ropes from home.

“Exactly,” he says. He hums, digits working through your hair from the bottom up. He brushes his fingers along the back of your neck, and you shiver.

“You alright?” He asks softly, and you nod. “‘M not pulling, am I?” He leans around to peek into the edge of your vision, green hair tufted and soft in the moonlight. You reach out to touch it, experimentally rubbing the soft ends between your finger and thumb.

“Pretty,” you say, and he blushes. Goes back to working on your hair. He’s halfway done, by now.

He clears his throat, and you offer him the bottle of sake. He chugs from it: two big swallows and a gasp afterward. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.

You try not to stare.

***

#zoro #zoro fanfic #one piece fanfic #dumpster dive #my writing #zoro x you #zoro x oc #one piece oc #kit #kitsune #kitsune oc #fox tales #fox tails #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro