#i used to try to climb and want to climb EVERYTHING i was Decent at it and imagine if instead of being scolded

[sugarsfics]

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle”

“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” 

Summary: Eddie invites you over for a movie night. Movie night is in his room. The only place to sit is his bed. His bed is small 

Trope: Eddie x shy!reader; friends to lovers 

Warning: use of y/n 

30 day challenge: Day 7 Send Request <3 

For the past hour Eddie has been running around the trailer making sure everything was perfect. Why? Because you are coming over, his crush is coming over. He has been crushing on you for a while. Every class he had with you he would find an excuse to talk to you, asking you for a pencil, piece of paper, answers, making a joke, anything to hear you talk or smile. That smile. The first time you smiled at him he was whipped, that smile made him smile, little did you know that when you turned to face the board you took his heart with you. You were very to yourself, only talking when spoken to, you had a small group of friends that he always saw you with. It took time but you eventually got comfortable with him, he was so grateful. P.E was one of your classes together before he sat on the bleachers alone looking at you, now you sit with him P.E became his favorite class. During that class he learned so much about you, this particular class you told him that you love the movie The Outsiders and how you have been waiting for it to be back in the video store. Eddie pulled so string, one of the workers he sells to works there so he told him he would give him a discount if he got the movie once the person returned it. So that brings you to now, he got the movie Monday, told you about Tuesday at school, then made plans to watch it together on Saturday. Since then he has been deep cleaning the trailer. Stressing out a girl is coming over, you are coming over.

You were just as stressed out as much as him. Everything seemed fine in theory of making of plans. But as Saturday came closer the bubblier your stomach got; you were going to Eddie’s house. Eddie what a beautiful man, you had a huge crush on him never in a million years did you think that he would talk to you let alone invite you his house to watch a movie. You triple checked your outfit, sat in front of your mirror in different positions making sure you looked good in all, brushed your teeth, took ten mints, and did everything you could think of to look pretty. When you felt decent you walked out quickly. You try to scurry pass your stepbrother room “Y/N” shit he saw you “Yes” “Where are you going” “out” “where” should you lie or tell him; lie he was way to over protective “To my friend's house” “Which one” think think “Alexis” she will cover for me “Are you going to stay the night” am I? What is going to happen tonight? Those bubble guts came back “I am not sure yet” “ok let me know” “will do Stevie” “Don’t call me that” Yea your stepbrother was Steve Harrington.  

You drove to Eddie’s trying to focus on the road, but your mind couldn’t stop racing. It was a little scary, but you zoned back in when you pulled into the trailer park, not sure how you made it here. Eddie heard a car pull up and quickly looked out the window and saw your sage green car, you said that it was a gift from your grandma when you were 16. He fixed his hair then opened the door for you “Welcome to my castle” he said “hi Eddie” you spoke. There was a small staring contest between you too then Eddie broke the silence “This way to my cave” he led you to his room. You were about to be in a guy's room you thought, she is about to be in my room he thought. “Um movie is in going to grab the popcorn anything to drink?” “Water please” you sounded so sweet and polite he would get you anything if you asked him “Got it make yourself at home” You stared at his bed for a few seconds it was small but there was no other place to sit, so you sat at the corner. He walked in a minute later and was freaking you are on his bed, he tried to hide his excitement and climb into his bed “You can come further in I won’t bite” he joked you crawled next to him didn’t make any eye contact, your bodies were so close together you felt his warmth. Even being so close, your leg was falling off the bed, you tried not to think about how uncomfortable this was going to be. Eddie saw your leg he wanted to grab it a pull it close pull you close, "If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” Eddie said where did that courage come from “are- are you sure” “Yea I don’t need you falling off” he opened his arms. Your heart started beating fast, there were so many firsts today already and now you are going to be in his arms. Your body didn’t know how to react so you slowing lied on him, he chuckled. As the movie played you slowly melted into him. The movie ended but neither of you moved, if anything you are scooting closer together. Eddie turned you to face him “Hi” “Hi” you giggled “This is nice” “Yea” “Maybe this could be a regular thing” “What do you mean” you asked “Saturday could be movie date nights” “Date? Was this a date” “It could be if you want it to be” there was silence again he thought he messed up “I have never been on a date before” you said shyly “Me either, tonight was a lot of my first” “Me too” you grinned at him. “You were a lot of my firsts” he continued “How” “Well the first girl to come to my house, first girl to be in my bed, first girl I cuddled with” He intertwined your hand together “This is my first time holding a girl's hand and this is my first kiss” he leaned in you met in the middle fireworks explode all around you. He pulled away but you brought him closer “Sorry I um I really liked that” he pecked your lips “So did I” He put on another movie, but you feel asleep “first girl to sleep with me” he laughed cuddling into you more than falling asleep himself . You were awoken by banging on the door. You and Eddie did not want to leave each other’s arms, but it only got louder. “Stay here” he kissed your forehead. He opened the door to a pissed off Steve “Harrington?” “Munson?” “What are you doing here” “Why is my sister's car in your lawn” “Sister?!” 

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[slayfics]

PST. PST! Over here! I need a cockwarming sesh with hitoshi 🥺❤️ like they're having a movie night with guys or just us two and he whispers "just the tip"... Which we both know won't happen so when the guys leave after the movie ends (cockwarming the entire time) does he fuck you stupid 🤤🤤

Movie night with Hitoshi.

Warnings: Hitoshi aged up | NSFW

1,200 words~

"Ok, so we're totally binge-watching all of the new season, right?" Denki asked, entering Hitoshi's dorm with Eijiro.

"Yeah man, we have to! I have to know what happens!" Eijiro responded enthusiastically making his way to sit next to you and Hitoshi on the bed facing the TV.

"Yup, we agreed to watch as much as we could tonight," Hitoshi said.

"Aw man- I don't want to sit on the floor," Denki complained looking at the now full bed.

"I can make some room," You offered and climbed up to sit on Hitoshi's lap. Hitoshi's face pinkened at the feel of you in his lap.

""Ohhh~," Denki sang teasing you both.

"Shut up!" You retorted, smacking his arm playfully.

"Ok ok, I'll leave you two love birds alone," he said, moving to the newly opened-up spot on the bed.

Hitoshi cleared his throat trying to stay oriented to the situation. He knew he was around friends but- the sensation of you on top of him was making his mind wander.

"Everyone ready for me to start the show?" He asked.

Everyone nodded in agreement and Hitoshi pressed play. As much as he was excited to finally watch the new season of the show, he found himself unable to focus at all. He might as well have been blind to everything else except the stimulation he felt from you on his lap.

It didn't help that you'd laugh at the show occasionally or adjust to get more comfortable, rubbing up even more against him.

"Wait man pause it!" Eijiro spoke.

"What's wrong?" Hitoshi asked, pausing the show.

"We should have brought up snacks!" Eijiro answered.

"I was just thinking the same thing! You guys want to head downstairs real quick?" Denki suggested.

"No- you two go," Hitoshi answered quickly.

"Sure, but want us to bring you two back anything?" Denki asked.

"Popcorn please," You smiled at him.

"You got it! Be right back," Denki spoke, as he and Eijiro exited the room.

As soon as the door shut, Hitoshi rested his head on top of yours and wrapped his arms around your waist pushing you tighter onto him, a small groan escaping him.

"You're enjoying this too much, aren't you? I can feel your excitement," You teased him.

"Mmm," He nodded, nuzzling more into your hair and slightly pressing his hips up to grind even more into you. "Popcorn takes a while to make you know?" He said suggestively.

"What are you trying to hint at Shinso?" You giggled.

Hitoshi moved to press a kiss on your cheek before whispering, "I have time to feel you real quick, just the tip." He proposed.

"They are going to be back any moment," you said, but couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline you felt at his words.

"Hmm- I'll be fast," he pledged.

You didn't answer in words but worked to pull down your panties under your skirt. Following your lead Hitoshi undid his belt and pulled out his cock eagerly.

Hitoshi placed a hand on either of your hips as he guided you to sit back down- sliding himself inside you.

A moan escaped him as you slowly sank down taking all of him inside.

"Fuck- that feels good," he groaned.

"Mpf-," You squeaked out in agreement.

Just as you were about to suggest getting decent before your friends came back- the door flew open.

Denki's back was to the door and as he hip-checked it open, hands full of snacks. Hitoshi quickly grabbed the blanket beside you and threw it over you both- hiding the cockwarming situation you both now found yourself in.

"Alright, let's get this show started again!" Denki said, sitting back in his spot.

"Oh, here is your popcorn!" Eijiro said placing the popcorn just a bit out of reach from you.

"Oh... thanks Kirishima," you said eyeing the popcorn, unsure how to reach for it without removing the blanket, and exposing that Hitoshi was inside you.

"Uhh, you ok?" Eijiro asked, eyeing you confused.

"Yeah! I'm fine," you said and slowly began to reach for the popcorn. Hitoshi understanding, held the blanket carefully in place as you moved. You stretch to grab the popcorn causing his cock to slide back out, just the tip now resting inside.

Getting a grip on the popcorn you paused, aware that once you adjusted to sit back down, you'd be taking in his full length again. "Um... Shinso you- mm- ready for some popcorn," You asked subtly, hoping to prepare him for you to slide back down on his cock.

"Fuck yes," he said too enthusiastically.

"Man, you're really excited for popcorn," Eijiro laughed, tearing open a bag of chips.

You slid back down onto Hitoshi's lap, his cock sliding back inside you simultaneously.

"Mhmmm~" Hitoshi groaned.

You let out a deep sigh trying to bite back a moan that threatened to escape you.

"Alright well press play already," Denki said.

"Right," Hitoshi blinked hard trying to focus as he started up the show again.

Hitoshi paid no attention to the show- how could he while his throbbing cock rested inside you. To make it worse- every so often you'd tease him by adjusting your hips slightly or pretending to reposition yourself on his lap.

Hitoshi bit his lip so hard it broke skin- but he didn't have a choice. If he didn't surely a moan would break loose and expose you both. He couldn't remember ever being so aroused and tortured at the same time.

Finally, to his relief, the episode ended.

"Start the next one!" Denki suggested.

"I'm actually feeling pretty exhausted," Hitoshi said.

"WHAT!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "I thought we were binging this today??"

"I know I'm sorry- tomorrow we can watch more," Hitoshi suggested.

Denki eyed him suspiciously, then snapped his eyes to you on his lap, giving out a chuckle. "Yeah, sureeee~," he said with a wink. "Come on Kirishima, I think that was a nice way to say they want to be alone," Denki said teasingly, pulling his friend off the bed.

"Oh-," Eijiro blushed as they both swiftly excited.

"Fuck~" Hitoshi groaned out as soon as the door closed, wasting no time he thrust into you grabbing your waist for support.

A mewl escaped your lips at the sudden movement.

"Down," he said, pushing you forward, and changing your position. Your face now resting against the sheets- ass exposed to him. "I'm going to have to repay you for that torture you put me through for the last hour," he said devilishly.

"Awe~ don't pretend you didn't like i-" You spoke but your sentence was halted at the hard thrusts from Hitoshi. Giving you no time to speak or catch your breath, he slid himself in and out at full force. Moaning at finally being able to feel your walls slide around him.

Your face buried deeper into the sheets with each hard thrust- and your brain turned to mush at the intense pleasure.

"Shit-" Hitoshi groaned out of frustration. He wanted to punish you longer- but his end was already coming. After being teased for so long he couldn't hold himself back. Losing himself in one final thrust- Hitoshi pulled out and painted the sheets next to you.

"Well, that repayment didn't last very long~," You teased, coming back to your senses.

A devilish laugh erupted from Hitoshi, " Maybe not- but we're not done. Now it's your turn," he said, a smirk on his lips.

Oh my I felt so dirty writing this haha. I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for the request~

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee

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[cowboyfromh3ll]

Maybe some headcannons for some of the Van der linde boys with a overlyhyper girlfriend, whos also REALLY nosy?

HC for VDL Boys With A Hyper/Nosy Girlfriend Ft. Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde

Arthur Morgan

He'd be surprised by your energy but would try to keep up regardless

Very protective but once he sees just how well you're able to handle yourself he'll bring you on jobs with him. Nothing too crazy though

Always tries to find things you can do to tucker yourself out

And if a job is one of them, he'll certainly bring you

Will take you on very long walks until your entire lower half is hurting

Finds it amusing how almost every night you come back to the tent you have a new bit of gossip you discovered and want to share

Chastises you for being nosy but he's pretty into it

Starts asking questions and genuinely gets invested

Sometimes he'll be falling asleep and you'll still be gossiping and recapping your day in extreme detail and all he can say in return is "mhm?" In that sleepy voice while trying to pay attention

Jokingly tells you that if you're so nosy you should go and sniff out a lead

Did not expect you to actually come back with a decent roster of leads

Charles Smith

Contrasts his reserved and quiet nature greatly

People often see the two of you sitting together while you ramble endlessly about your day and what you did

You can talk his ear off, and he's going to listen to every single thing you say and pays attention to every detail

If you ever think he's not listening to you he'll bring up a really obscure detail later, and it'll have you surprised

Neither encourages nor chastises your gossiping, but he'll definitely listen to that too

Similarly to your talkativeness, your hyperactivity is starkly different to his chillness

Doesn't actively go out of his way to tire you out, sort of lets you do that on your own

I can imagine him just standing there while you climb him and hang off his arms

Sometimes he'll be talking to you in a crowd and he'll look away for a second and lose you

Frantically searches for you and finds you chatting with some random as if you've known each other for years

John Marston

He is absolutely baffled by your energy levels

And just how much you talk?

Sometimes, he just stares at you in disbelief and isn't even processing everything you're saying

If you give him a pop quiz about everything you just said, his ass is failing

Often has to ask you to slow down or backtrack, which you do until you start speeding up again

Gets dragged along like a dog on a leash

Though to be honest the two of you should probably keep each other on leashes. Him to keep track of you, and you to drag him along.

Says you shouldn't be so involved or interested in other people's business

But as soon as you gasp and go "John guess what I found out today" HE IS SAT

Preps for you every morning by chugging coffee

Has probably at some point before you two dated said "Do you always talk this much?"

Dutch Van Der Linde

He's impressed by your energy and in a good way

But also in the way where he's like "Hm, how can I make use of this."

Definitely has told you to go out and get leads with your energy and was more than satisfied when you did

Thinks you're the perfect partner in crime

Probably hesitant to send you on dangerous missions but he knows you won't get your energy out any other way

You're like his sniffing hound

But you're definitely his top dog when it comes to getting leads

The most encouraging of your eccentric and nosy personality

Rewards your behavior with gifts and praise

He's probably very easily influenced by you since you bring him so many leads and such

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead redemption community #red dead fanfiction #van der linde gang x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader

[darlingpwease]

I know right I will do anything to get in between Lan Xichen leg

like clouds

at least one of my pies has decent thoughts in their head. at first there should have been a dubcon, but I restrained myself and everything should be consensual. should be.

♡ unhealthy behaviour, pet names, mild worshipping, ribbon<3, heir/servant dynamic, 'friends with benefits' but more like queer yandere-ish? relationship, vulgar language ('pussy', 'juice', 'clit', 'hole', 'walls', 'cum')

♡ heavy petting, dirty talk, mild slut shaming (g.; 'flower man'), corruption kink if you squint, detailed oral sex (g.), fingering (g.), hyperstimulation (g.), mild degradation (g.), hints of unprotected sex / breeding afterwards

He breathes softly, trembling slightly while your fingers climb higher, — then gently squeaks for a moment, as soon as you touch the smooth skin of the inner thighs, feeling the inviting warmth; press your lips, for a moment giving yourself a glimpse of it, indulging some base desire inside your body, requiring you to sink teeth and leave a scarlet mark on the cloud-white skin.

Cloud-white.

In Cloud Recesses, the air is fresh and clean, crystal clear, the same as LAN XICHEN, gentle and soft, with a perfectly white robe and a ribbon like a lock, which you only need to pull slightly to make him completely yours — which slipped off his forehead, even if you were sure that you carefully put him on the bed; you definitely need to remind him to fix it, but you want to do it yourself, you so want to do it yourself, — and a pretty path of pubic dark hair stretching down, wet with juices, and

and

“N-no, I'm not 'naughty'... Just...”

Just his pussy, glistening with juices, spread in front of you, as if he's not the heir of the Gusu Lan clan, but a floral young man, selling his services to everyone who wants, once you lift white robe and bend a flexible slender figure in any sufficiently secluded corner so that everyone does not come running to the squelching sounds from his lustful pussy curious — and although you don't say anything out loud, you feel his pussy throbbing as soon as you put finger on clit, as if he can hear your very thoughts, even if his eyes are closed, while thick black eyelashes tremble in bashful shyness.

His pussy is soft, supple, with a throbbing clit, one touch of which makes him want to squeeze his thighs and whine guiltily when you pinch for it, and an abundance of juices dripping whenever you want to touch him, as if he just needs to be near you to want to be fucked at any moment. Not exactly the right behavior for someone as pure as him — there should definitely be some rule about it — and you only find out the scale of the violation when push finger inside under his sobs, with a lustful sound watching it disappear into yielding heat, enveloped in hot juices that flow out of his hole, dripping on the sheet and the labia in a transparent white sticky color.

You just warm him up, just help him, as an ordinary disciple should do in relation to the heir, — when his back involuntarily bends because of the tongue caressing the swollen clit, mixing saliva with his juice while your fingers stretch his pink insides, finding the most pleasant angle, even if wrist can't help but hurt; loud noise are heard in the room, sounds from the pulsating walls around your fingers, dripping his liquid down your fingers, making his flexible body no more than a guqin in your hands, long trained in such work.

LAN XICHEN does not cum quickly, — you know it yourself, — but even so, his walls clenching incredibly when you slow down the rhythm, as if he was about to cum just so that you meanly took away this opportunity, getting a muffled pathetic whine in response, while your tongue, soaked in his juices, caresses a plump needy clit, trying not to use your teeth, not to bite a tempting-looking bump, provoking primal desire to cause him (a little!) pain from the sight of the majestic heir twitching on the sheets like a flower man, dripping just for you, with his white clean robe pulled up and his seductively drooling mouth slightly open; but you can only move your wet with juice fingers harder, not to push deeper, but to caress and rub the walls, and you don't even remember what you were thinking about when you take him by the ruddy thigh with red lines from your strong grip to prevent him from squirming and trying to get out, feeling like a flame is born inside, in the stomach, as if in the core itself, transferred throughout the body, making every cell burned and burning.

While your fingers fuck his swollen pussy harder, but in the same steady rhythm, not even letting his fidgeting and sobbing, which even the bitten sleeve of his robe can no longer contain, distract you from the goal, picking up his legs and putting them on shoulders, while his juice flows even more abundantly down his thighs and ass, like a powerful downpour — and one slap when LAN XICHEN fidgets again is enough to make the whining stick in his throat, freezing in one pose, like a tiny animal, while his tongue sticks out of mouth, opening you a beautiful view from below on his deliciously throbbing dripping with cum pussy and on such an obscene expression of the handsome blushing face, which definitely should not be on the face of such a moral and majestic person like him.

How vulgar for someone like him.

How dirty.

The look of burning eyes, filled with lust and need, immediately opens and moves to you, changing the post-orgasmic bliss to a new trembling when you grab his ankle, lifting it up clearly enough so that LAN XICHEN himself clasped inner part of knees with still trembling hands and lifted them high, holding tightly, exposing everything for you just as deliciously looking pussy, despite how crumpled his not perfectly clean robe is and how the white forehead ribbon has slipped, almost falling on his eyes.

His eyes, filled with haze, burn softly — and when you, stroking his thighs, gently inform him about the ribbon, he blinks several times, as if trying to wake up, so dumbed by orgasm that even simple thoughts seem too complicated.

“Ah?... Ah... r-ribbon, yes... I...”

For a moment, something flashes in the gently soft eyes that makes the look much more serious and meaningful, as if the words about the ribbon instantly bring him to himself — but he does not try to remove hands to do this, rather even trying to snuggle closer to you, exhaling deeply when your fingers gently spread wet dripping lips apart, preparing.

But when LAN XICHEN looks at you again, opening his eyes, his gaze burns at the same time so right and wrong, with mute, unshakable confidence.

“Mm... Can you... Can you do it yourself?”

#❖.my jewelry #.spicy♡ #🥮 — mao dao zu shi #✉.lan xichen #🧸.oral sex #🧸.t* #🧸.hyperstimulation #afab character #dom reader #top reader

[thebibliosphere]

What is the gameplay like on Gotham Knights? I have poor coordination so I have trouble with anything more complex than LOZ: Ocarina of Time. Like, on a scale of Pokémon->Dragon Age->LOZ->Dark Souls?

It's a bit clunky like Dragon Age 2, tbh. Except it doesn't have the excuse of coming out in 2011. The mechanics and camera controls are one of the things that let it down a lot, IMO.

I’m constantly getting stuck on walls and the edge of ledges because the controls feel laggy and the game’s not consistent about which surfaces you can climb and which ones you need to grapple. It's fine if you’re fighting in more open spaces but it turns the timed events into an exercise in frustration. Not to mention the number of times it feels like I’ve taken damage through an obstacle from enemy ranged attacks when my own ranged attacks bounce off invisible walls if I’m not standing in the exact spot the game needs me to be in. This results in me just key smashing melee a lot until every around me stops twitching.

I’m still enjoying it, but it is v. glitchy and I understand why people are leaving angry reviews. Especially if they are deeply committed to the immersive elements and were expecting the same level of polish from the Arkham games, which this studio also made.

I’m just casual enough a gamer that I’m enjoying muttering “parkour” to myself as I accidentally fall off buildings and plumet to my death because my graple hook glitched out and went the exact opposite way I’d been aiming.

I’m really just playing it for the characters. It feels like playing a a game written by people who understand the appeal of found family that went hard on the campier elements of the franchise while still maintaining a decent level of aching sadness for the tragedy they’ve endured.

You can feel the group fracturing under the weight of Bruce’s death with Dick doing everything he can to fill the void and stay positive and “normal” for the sake of everyone around him, including Alfred who is devastated but also trying to keep it together. Barbara, mourning an extra loss, is trying so hard to stay level headed and useful for Dick. Being both Oracle and Batgirl while also acting like a fun big sister to Tim who stands out as really young in this iteration.

Sure he’s a kid genius, but he’s also only 16 with a monumental caffeine addiction (you can’t tell me all the energy drinks on the shopping list pinned to the fridge aren’t for him) and mourning the loss of Bruce while also just wanting to do normal teenage shit, like asking the group for help with his art homework and being annoyed that his role as Robin is keeping him from spending time with his online boyfriend.

Jay is very raw and angry and obviously processing his own trauma on top of everything that just happened but even he steps up, trying to be there for Tim, teaming up with Babs to gently pick on Dick when he’s being particularly Boy Wonder-ish. Seeing him stress cook is also a nice added touch as are the photos of him and Bruce working on stuff. Bonding.

Which is another thing I Love. From what we see of him, Bruce is in his absolute DILF element in flashbacks and in recordings. All sad smiles and a gentle, head-shaking tolerance for the absolute ribbing the kids put him through for being too serious and neglecting himself. Not to mention all the pictures of him with Dick and Tim and Jason. And so many of him and Alfred and Ace. (The one on the fridge of him and Alfred showing them adopting Dick at the courthouse almost killed me. They all looked so young and happy.)

I’m getting serious “Bruce is a good dad with a warped sense of humor who hugs his kids and spends quality time with them, actually, and you’re wrong if you write him otherwise” fanon vibes, and that's honestly my favorite Bruce.

It’s basically appealing to everything I love about the franchise while scratching an itch in my brain the way crackfic taken seriously does.

And that’s enough to make me forgive the bad controls and glitches. But I could see it not being enough for some people, especially if you’ve already got poor hand eye coordination. Which I do. But again, I don’t really care about being good at games. I’m just dicking around and having fun wringing dopamine out of the narrative.

#gotham knights game

[ubbesbabymama]

We have a problem.

↳ Pairing. Ivar the Boneless.

↳ Summary. In where Ivar despises how much he admires you.

↳ Word count. 1.9K.

↳ Warnings. Mention of violence(? I mean, the show is violent, heated moment but not smut.

↳ Note. You could say it’s kind of an enemies to lovers, but a bad one so sorry for that.

For the love of the gods, he despises you. You make him use his manners even when he doesn’t feel like it, you make him say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ as if he’s not your king, and you even give him the same look his brothers uses to give him when he gave an idea and they didn’t even think about it. He definitely hates you.

But he’s not going to attempt to harm you, oh he will never.

“Get ready, we’re going to study the battlefield,” He says when his army and you are finished making camp in England.

He grunts when you ignore him, instead holding your cup to a thrall so she can fill it with some ale.

“Please,” He murmurs.

“Great, let’s go my king.” You chant, standing up and starting to walk to one of the horses, with some men following you. He rolls his eyes.

“I hate when you do that,” He says when you both are already on the way to the field where the fight is gonna take place.

“You may be my king but I’m not a slave, you treat me like an equal even if we are not in your eyes.” You say.

You are his strongest warrior, his right hand if we are being honest, with the hate and everything. He’s certain that you’re a far better tactician than he is and that same methodical thinking that he has is what makes you the second most dangerous person in his kingdom, after him. You never show your full potential but your smug attitude towards him is enough to know that you are what you talk, and for that he hates you. Because he admires you so much that he can’t help but to put you in the same position he has his father.

“Oh, a wood I see,” You murmur with a smirk.

“It will be difficult to fight here,” He says.

“Say who?” You ask and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Look around, my king.”

And he does, he looks around trying to see whatever the fuck you’re seeing but he can’t think of a decent strategy that involves these enormous trees.

“You have lost your mind, we definitely can’t fight here.” He shrugs and you sigh.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Watch your mouth.” He snaps, his breathing already increasing at the anger starting to bubble inside of him.

“I said, don’t be stupid,” You repeat slowly, making sure that you pronounce every word and he swears that if it wasn’t because of how much he needs your skills you would be dead right there and then. “This time we brought more archers than we usually do.”

You get off your horse and start walking to a tree that it’s easy to climb. Ivar looks at you with curiosity.

“They will expect us to fight them there,” You point to where the land doesn’t have trees. “For that’s the way we normally fight, but we can give them a welcome before the real fight. Lower their number as much as we can.”

“With archers.” He hums and you nod, taking your own arch and arrow and aiming at him.

“With archers.” You murmur and he smiles when you shoot, hitting a deer that was several meters away from him. “That will definitely be a good way of starting the fight.”

“Starting? You just want to start the fight here?” He asks, watching you walk to him after climbing off the tree.

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes and he sighs for the nth time. “We will have men where is clear and men hiding along the path from where they are gonna come from. We will force them to fight here, if they try to run back they will face our men, and if they try to run straight…”

“They will face our men.” Ivar murmurs, smirking.

He doesn’t see you again till the next day when is the time to fight, he made sure everybody was aware of the plan and made sure to position you by his side, to keep an eye on you he says.

“You know I can defend myself right?” You tell him when you’re on positions.

“And?”

“You always put me by your side when we are fighting,” You say and he ignores that, looking straight to where the enemy is supposed to get intercepted by the archers. “If you want to protect me so much just say it.”

“Who says I want to protect you?” He snarls with feigned disgust. “I have to, for I remind you that you’re my second in command.”

“Are you sure, my king?” You chuckle and he looks at you. “Are you sure that’s all I am?”

He hates you. Because you know that all his hate is a fucking acting to hide his true feelings, because you know he dies to have you and you use that to your advantage to get under his skin.

“And if you’re more so what?” He snaps.

“Then go to my tent if I make it out alive.” You laugh, and just in time some of the enemies come from out of the wood.

And just like you said, it was a small number, the others were probably dead or fighting with the other group of warriors on the other side.

“Let’s do this, my king.” You say excited, and he smiles. You adore to fight.

You fight without a care in the world, laughing, smiling and enjoying the slaughtering you were making, with him not too far away watching your back by throwing his axe and making a slaughtering of his own.

His army win, as he imagined, and he can’t be more proud of his army, and you.

Late at night he finds himself crawling to your tent, finding you taking a bandage off your thigh, showing a kind of deep wound.

“I didn’t see that earlier, when did you get it?” He asks, not waiting for you to give him permission to enter and doing it anyways, he sits in front of you.

“I didn’t say you can come in.”

“When. Did. You. Get. It.” He grunts. He can’t believe you got hurt when he was supposed to be protecting you without your knowledge.

“It was when we were making sure they were all dead, one used his last breath to try to do some damage and he cut me. It’s not as deep as it seems, it’s just that it opened when I was moving around.” You explain.

He crawls a little more till he’s sitting sideways in front of your open legs. It’s just now that he realizes that you’re just wearing an undergarment, a really thin one.

With shaky hands he takes the bowl with a cloth that you have on the floor and just when he’s gonna start cleaning the open wound he gets distracted with the amount of skin on display, his stare going up so slowly he’s sure you notice. And you do.

“You came into my tent to see my chest, my king?” You say in a mocking tone and he looks to the cloth in his hand.

He stays like that till he feels your hand on his chin, making him look up. You shrug.

“At least clean my wound first and the you’ll have all time in the world to stare,” He abruptly moves his face from your grip and you laugh.

But he puts the bowl on the floor and climbs onto your bed, sitting by your side and forcing himself to show confidence when he takes your leg and put it on his thigh, you take the bowl for him, not giving attention to the fact that the little dress scrunched up with your new position.

Slowly, with a patience he doesn’t have he starts to clean your wound, grimacing like he’s the one in pain when he feels you sucking a breath. Then, he takes the clean bandage and wrap it nicely around the wound and stay there, with his hands on your knee and thigh. He looks at you.

“You gave me permission to come in.” He murmur and you frown.

“I didn’t.”

“Before you jumped on killing the saxons, you did,” You raise your eyebrows remembering. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have come.”

“Right.”

You stay in a confused silence, confused because you seem to be in peace while he’s nervous and fidgeting with the closeness.

“What’s wrong, are you injured too?” You ask.

“We have a problem.”

“Uh? Something’s wrong?” You sit straight and just when you are going to put the leg down he stops you.

“I want to lay with you.” You suck a breath, just because you didn’t really believe he would give the first step. “For more than one time.”

“What does that mean?” He looks at you like he does everyday, wanting to shake your pettiness.

“It means that I want to be your man, and have you for myself everyday, not just for one night. I want to make you my queen, that’s what it means.” He says everything in one breath and this is the first time that he actually leaves you speechless. “I want you to just… go to bed with me.”

You stay silent, watching his hands and not looking up not even when he squeezes your thigh. He starts to fidget again.

“And where’s the problem in everything you just said?” You murmur.

“Uh?”

“You said we have a problem, where is it?” You ask him and he rolls his eyes.

“The problem is that a cripple wants you, the most powerful shieldmaiden in my whole army,” He grunts. “A man that can’t fucking satisfy—,”

“There you go being stupid again,” You snort softly, while simultaneously moving till you are straddling him and letting him rest his back on your bed, you lean till both of your chests are touching. “Let me remind you that I been knowing you for a long time and I know firsthand that it can work.”

“That’s not true.” He whispers, grabbing your hips.

“I have seen you spy on me when we are raiding and I have to bathe on rivers and trust me,” He looks behind you, not wanting to look you in the eyes. “I could see that it works.”

He grips your hips again and just when he is about to say something foul out of embarrassment you crash your lips with his and right away he moans, his left hand flying to grab the back of your neck to keep you in place, wanting to dominate you but the way you roll your hips distract him.

“Fuck…” He whispers when you bite his lower lip, he softly slaps your ass and you moan in his mouth.

“Again, please,” You whisper and he does just that, smacking your ass again while attentively watching your expression, he does it again. “Fuck, my king.”

He gives you one hard smack that has you gasping, you look at him and he’s dead serious.

“My name.”

“Ivar.”

“Exactly.” You sigh and lean to give him a sweet kiss. “That’s the name that should be leaving your lips.”

“We have another problem.” You murmur right into his mouth.

“What is it?” He whispers, entertained with your ass, caressing it.

“I have to put up with you from now on.”

He grunts.

#vikings imagine #vikings #ivar fanfic #ivar x reader #ivar imagine #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless x reader #vikings ivar #ivar vikings #alex hogh imagine

[nientedenada]

Skink-In-Tree's-Shade

Can I talk to you for a moment about my lord and saviour Skink-in-Tree's-Shade?

Morrowind has these NPCs who stick in my mind, despite not having much dialogue. No one in Morrowind has much individual dialogue to be honest, except for Dagoth Ur who is nice and chatty and sends you letters and erotic dreams.

Skink-in-Tree's-Shade has more dialogue than most. He's the head of the Mages guild in Sadrith Mora. Let that sink in! He's an Argonian heading the Mages' guild tiny outpost (they have a big room to themselves!) in the middle of Telvanni territory. This guy has balls. He's made the Telvanni respect him.

Locals of Sadrith Mora will offer reluctant praise.

"Of course, most Mages Guild wizards are pathetic clowns. But I must admit, that lizard that goes by the barbarous title of 'Skink-in-Tree's-Shade' is a very astute practitioner, almost as sage and learned as Telvanni aspirants five times his age. But I have heard he carries his anti-slavery politics a little too far, and much farther than Imperial law allows."

The implication is he is using his position in Sadrith Mora to help slaves escape and the Mages guild must know this.

Neloth's Mouth says of him:

Skinks-in-Trees's-Shade seems like a decent sort... for an Argonian. But he has an unhealthy interest in vampires."

The unhealthy interest? He's actually searching for a cure! He sends you to find the testimony the Temple suppressed from a guy cured of vampirism. I would call this a healthy interest myself. Again, this guy has balls.

Last but not least, Skink-in-Tree's-Shade enables my favourite resolution of the Mages' guild quest. Arch-Mage Trebonius is more and more erratic towards the end of the Mages questline and ends up ordering the assassination of the entire Telvanni council and telling you to find out what happened to the Dwemer. You can fight him or decide to live with him as Arch-Mage, but If you bring him up to Skink-in-Tree's Shade, he says

"[if you are Argonian] Ah, the current Guildmaster. It is rumored that he was promoted to his current position to get him out of Cyrodiil. It is one of the weaknesses of the soft-skins. They can have power without wisdom." [Else.] "Ah, the current Guildmaster. It is rumored that he was promoted to his current position to get him out of Cyrodiil. It is a shame that men can have power without wisdom. It is different for us lizards."

Then hands you a letter to deliver to Trebonius. It's a letter from Chancellor Ocato firing Trebonius as Arch-Mage and replacing him with you. Skink-in-Tree's-Shade saw how badly Trebonius was fucking everything up, and quietly wrote Chancellor Ocato to get him fired. Skink-in-Tree's-Shade, head of this very small, powerless chapter of the Mages guild, has the ear of the Chancellor of the Empire, and when he has had enough, he gets what he wants.

This guy is obviously a powerful and influential wizard who has come to Sadrith Mora because his work there is important and abstained from climbing the career ladder back in the Imperial City. He won't even try for head of the Morrowind guild. But in this finale, you finally get a sense of his full reputation and influence.

#tes lore #niente lore #morrowind #tesblr #skink in tree's shade

[thewertsearch]

Upon becoming Future Vriska, her entire fortune has been spent.

Maybe she wired it all to John, so he could buy Fraymotifs?

Heh.

Me and the hus8ando ;;;;)

Humanity is really doing a number on these trolls.

I think I saw a prompt for Future Kanaya earlier. Let's see what she's up to!

Oh, god, is Rose going to try and weaponize the thing?

...actually, there's a decent chance that it provides access to First Guardian abilities, so that's not a bad idea. Jack might be stronger than a Black King, but he's just as vulnerable to a black-hole telefrag as anyone else. Feels like overkill, if anything.

Once Jack finally falls, all we'll have left to deal with is a First Guardian-empowered, Horrorterror-amped Seer of Light. It's a good thing Aradia used a male pronoun for the Demon, because Rose would otherwise be rapidly climbing my list of suspects.

I saw a Future Eridan prompt, too, but it's not showing up as Terezi. I guess I have to check everyone with everyone else to unlock all the branches.

You presumably tried to flirt with her, and you got off pretty easy. Many of the other Players, in her situation, wouldn't have stopped at your computer.

Anyway, Rose can apparently destroy technology from a distance, so we have a new prime suspect in the case of the exploding Maid.

Aradia certainly wouldn't want Rose going off the rails - but since her rampage is observable to the trolls, it's still an Alpha timeline event. Curiouser and curiouser.

She's probably just chatting to her aunts. Let's not even worry about why she won't wake up. It's probably fine.

We warned you, Tavros. We all warned you. We told you bro :(

I think that's everything, apart from the Trickster Code...

Loving your style, John Jane!

"FUZZY P1CKL3S! >8D"

Gamzee continues to be so high that he's meta-aware.

On NiGhTs LiKe ThEsE tRoLLs LiKe yOu ShOuLd Be BuRnInG iN HeLL >:o(

Alright, I think we're done for real!

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #2792 #s73

[kitsune-oji]

Hi! It's me again! How are you doing? :D

I would have another request, if they are open and if it's within the rules and not too overwhelming for you.

I would like to request the brothers (and Barbatos if it's not too much) tucking a gn MC to bed.

I'm not projecting because I'm tired (I say like a lying liar), but I think this scenario might be a huge source of fluff.

I wanted to write it myself for myself actually, but the writer block hit hard, and sharing it might be a better idea.

I'm done rambling, I thank you for your attention and I wish you a good day. :D

-🐨

Tucking You In

I made little drabbles for each one, going a bit into what situations would make them tug you in. I hope this is the comfort you were craving and that you like it ♡

Characters: Brothers, Barbatos

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Tags/Warnings: fluff, some forehead kisses, comfort, can be platonic or romantic, reader is described as/implied to be hardworking (Lucifer) having trouble sleeping (Beel, Belphie), Levi is a tiny bit creepy? Depends on your boundaries, reader likes tea (Barbatos)

Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose between his eyes and runs his hand through his hair. He's been working most of the day again and for some reason he felt like it was getting to him more than usual. Perhaps it was because he had spent so little time with you recently that he felt so exhausted. Your mere presence made Lucifer feel more at ease than anything else. With that in mind, he stands up to search you out. If you asked, he could just say that he wanted to check if you went to bed on time and didn't overwork yourself like he did. Fair enough, you're just about ready to go hop into bed when Lucifer knocks at your door. You ask him what he wants and he tells you his excuse but by the suspicious narrowing of your eyes, you don't fully believe him. It's ok though. You get into bed and look at Lucifer expectantly, as if to say "I'm in bed now. Are you happy?". The first born smiles fondly and walks over to you, tucking the blanket in around you so that you're snug and warm. The action makes your expression soften too and after a chaste kiss to your forehead, Lucifer tells you to sleep well and moves to leave the room. "You too", you whisper and the demon softly closes the door. Maybe he should go to bed early today.

Mammon has been keeping close to you the whole day, not letting you do anything alone. It was a bit suffocating but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him to leave you alone because there was a desperation in the way Mammon kept trying to make sure you're ok. Maybe he had a bad dream last night but asking him didn't help. The question made him tense up and deny it vehemently, taking a step back and keeping out of your bubble for a while before he forgot about that and coddled you again. So you decided to let it be for today. If he was still so overprotective tomorrow you would speak up, you told yourself. The day came to an end and though it wasn't too eventful, you felt incredibly exhausted. Mammon brought over his toothbrush and everything just so he could get ready for bed by your side and you were happier than ever to just get into bed already. Yet he was still there as you climbed into bed, standing near you fidgeting around. Before you could ask, Mammon took your blanket from your hands and pulled it up to your shoulders in your stead. He tugged you in without a word and clearly he was embarrassed but it made him feel more at ease to do this for you. It made you think that in situations like this, Mammon really looked like an older brother after all.

Leviathan and you had been playing games and watching anime all evening. Time ran by and before you knew it, it had become so late that you dozed off next to Levi. He was used to staying up late but you had tried to keep a decent sleeping schedule because of classes and thus couldn't keep your eyes open at this hour. Levi was so focused on the anime that he didn't notice much of anything else. Only when he turned to you to talk about what just happened, voice raised in excitement, did he see you almost asleep in the beanbag. Oh, you looked so cute in his eyes and before he knew it, he had already taken a picture of you. Immediately shame washed over him for just taking pictures of you without asking. What if you got mad at him for it? You mumbled something incoherent and blinked an eye open to peer at him. Levi stared at you like a deer caught in headlights before quickly placing the phone behind him and taking the blanket that had fallen to your lap. He covered you with it again up to your chin and tucked you in gently. "You can sleep, I'll turn down the volume a bit, ok?" Hopefully you couldn't see the mortified blush on his cheeks in the darkness of his room.

Satan was such a calm presence, belying what you would expect from the avatar of wrath. Quiet evenings together with him consisted of warm drinks and good books read side by side. It was your favorite way to spend time with him after a long day and you were sure he shared the sentiment. As it was, it didn't take too long for your eyes to grow tired and your head to demand sleep. It was so comfortable and warm and safe here that it really was no surprise. Your yawn alerted Satan and he looked at the clock. "You should sleep if you're tired. Here, you can sleep over tonight. No need to go back to your room tonight." Your response was a tired nod before you put in your bookmark and put your book away. Already in comfortable clothes, you crawled on top of Satan's matress and let yourself flop down. You hadn't even noticed him stand up but the demon was at your side already, pulling the blanket over you and tugging you in all snug. A pleased smile grazed your lips and you nuzzled your face into the pillow below your head. It smelled like him. As you fell asleep, you saw Satan sit back down in his armchair and pick up his book once more.

Asmodeus loved to host sleepovers. Especially if it was just the two of you, of course. However, this night you were already so exhausted from the events of the day that you were yawning and struggling to stay awake much sooner than usual. Asmo made a tutting sound and shook his head softly but there was no bite behind it. The timer for your face masks rung in right that moment and Asmo took care of the rest of the treatment he had planned for tonight for both you and him himself. It was nice to have him take care of you like this, so you merely let him do his thing. Soft explanations of what he would do next, what he was applying and what it would do accompanied his actions and it only made you sleepier as time went by. "There you go", Asmo whispers, "We're done here. Why don't you go to sleep early? I'll even tug you in, ok honey?" There was something playful about his proposition but you just nodded and scooted up the bed to lay your head on the pillows proper. You thought you heard him call you cute before he went ahead and tugged you in. So meticulous and gentle, with a kiss to your forehead and a little "goodnight" before the lights dimmed so much they were practically off but not quite. It was a good thing Asmo could see so well in the dark, since he still had quite a bit to clean up before he could join you and sleep himself.

Beelzebub could be found in the kitchen basically every night and sometimes that fact gave you a sense of comfort. Because on nights like this, when you struggled to sleep, you could almost definitely search him out. Without having to wake him, he'd just be there and you could talk to him in the middle of the night. You'd walk into the kitchen and Beel took a moment to notice you but when he did, he looked first surprised and then a hit apologetic. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I tried to be quiet." But you shook your head no in response. He wasn't the reason you couldn't sleep after all. You sat on the table in the middle of the room and swung your legs back and forth lazily as you watched him clear out the rest of the fridge in record time. While he munched on the leftovers from dinner, Beel regarded you once more. You told him how you couldn't sleep and that you knew he'd be here and you just wished to be in his company. The blush on his cheeks was endearing, as was the way he touched his wrist like he always did when something flustered him. When he was done with the food, Beel asked if you wanted him to come to your room with you and you agreed. Going back to your room alone again made you feel so alone, sort of empty. When you crawled into bed, Beel took care to bundle you up warm and comfy in your blanket and after you were all tugged in, he smiled softly at you. Gently petting your head, he told you he'd be here until you fell asleep again or if you wanted, he could stay the night too. Whatever comfort you needed, he'd be there.

Belphegor was the go to demon when you had trouble sleeping. Though he may be a bit grumpy when woken up and liked to play into his little brother role often, he wouldn't say no if you wanted his help, his attention or his care. Sometimes it was all three and he reveled in the fact you came to him. Since his sin was sloth, it should have been no surprise that he could manipulate and influence people's sleep and dreams. Making you drowsy, helping you fall asleep and setting the tone for your dreams was no trouble for him. Only he could help you this way, he knew. Laying next to you, Belphie pulled th blanket up to your shoulders and tugged you in as well as he could. Being comfortable was one of the most important aspects if you wanted to rest well and the blanket was more than just a source of warmth. Holding your hands in his, he let his powers wash over you in gentle waves. You needn't worry about nightmares or waking up during the night before morning. Not as long as he was by your side and that knowledge alone made you relax as the sweet embrace of sleep enveloped you.

Barbatos was known for finding joy in taking care of others. At least if he was fond of them and it should be no surprise that that included you as well. If you ever doubted it, he'd have no qualms about telling you of his feelings and reassuring you. Though most days Barbatos was hugely occupied with assisting Diavolo, sometimes he found the time to show you his care as well. You had spent the day together and when it was time to rest for the night, Barbatos asked if he could take care of you now as well. While you brushed your teeth and washed your face, the butler had brewed you a tea. The blend was meant to calm your mind and nerves and help you get a good night's rest. Your night clothes laid on your bed for you to change into them and Barbatos took the clothes you had changed out of to put them away too. It was a bit strange, to be assisted like this every step of the way but you couldn't say you minded. It was nice in a way, to get this level of attention and care from someone you liked. When you finally laid down, he was there to tug you in and when he cradled your cheek, brushing his thumb over you brow and asked if he may, you nodded. You knew what he meant, expecting the soft kiss to your forehead. "Goodnight", he told you and took the empty tea cup with him, turning off the lights and giving you one last smile before closing the door to let you sleep.

#obey me shall we date #mine #om! swd #obey me nightbringer #race neutral mc #gender neutral reader #gn mc #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #fluff #Comfort #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me writing #obey me #Drabbles

[blindmagdalena]

Important question: who is the top/bottom, dom/sub in Maevelight ?

i started answering this like just a normal ask, but this ficlet kept demanding to be written, so here it is! short answer: i think they're switches who don't really have much of a D/s dynamic. short schmoopy sapphic queen maeve/starlight au ahead. slightly nsfw. 🖤

"Well? What're they saying?" Maeve asks, pulling on a loose t-shirt to sleep in.

Annie—who's already reclined in bed, scrolling on her phone—glances up from under her pinched brows. "They're mostly arguing about which one of us tops."

Yesterday, Vought officially announced the two of them as a couple. The media frenzy was unavoidable, and everyone in the world has an opinion on it. Annie just can't help herself when it comes to reading the tabloids, an impulse Maeve has long since overcome.

It's kind of cute watching her get so invested in all the nonsense, though.

Maeve snorts. "What's there to argue about?" She asks, wearing a cheeky little smile as she climbs into bed.

"I'll have you know I'm winning the poll for top," Annie says, defiantly tipping her chin up.

"Oh really? Let me see," she says, skepticism written plainly in her expression. She reaches for the phone.

"No." Annie quickly hides her phone down flat against her chest, fighting back a smile. "I wouldn't want to hurt your pride. You're losing pretty badly."

"You're the worst liar," she says in turn, moving to grab her phone again. Annie lurches in an attempt to protect it, and Maeve catches her in a kiss, earning a satisfying little noise of surprise and pleasure from her.

Annie melts readily into the kiss, letting down her guard long enough to allow Maeve the opportunity to deftly snatch the phone from her. "Thank you," she says, rolling onto her back to look through it.

"Hey!" Annie cries, thoroughly scandalized despite her smile.

"The worst liar," Maeve emphasizes, giving a quiet scoff. "You're the unequivocal princess bottom of these polls. Wait, why do they think we're in a BDSM relationship? ... And why are you voting in these?"

"Just trying to help set the record straight," she says, cuddling up to Maeve's side, shaking her blonde locks out of the way before resting her head on her shoulder.

"Then why did you vote me the sub?" She asks, looking down at her.

Annie gives a little shrug. "Because you always do everything I ask you to."

"That's called being a decent girlfriend," Maeve says incredulously.

"It's also called being a good sub," Annie replies very matter-of-fact, kissing her on the cheek.

Maeve shakes her head. "I can't believe you're encouraging this," she says, setting the phone aside so that she can take Annie properly into her arms. "It's all just stereotypical bullshit anyways."

"Easy for you to say. The entire world is voting me some meek little pillow princess while you get to be the warrior sex queen," she says, slipping her arms around Maeve's waist as they get settled.

Maeve blows out a thoughtful breath. "You wanna release a sex tape or something? That'd settle matters."

"Maggie," she chastises, giving her side a punishing little tickle that makes her jerk. Maeve grins. "No, I don't want to release a sex tape. I'm just saying. It's not true."

"You don't have to prove anything to them. I know exactly what you're capable of," she says, leaning in to catch her in another kiss, which she easily succumbs to. It starts off chastely enough, but they rarely ever stay that way. Especially when Annie is out to prove herself.

She tastes like strawberries, but not in the artificial or cloying way. It's fresh and sweet, the kind of smell that reminds Maeve of picking farmland strawberries when she was a child. Annie still has the lingering warmth of the countryside bathed in sunlight baked into her skin, and the same golden wheat fields shining in her hair.

She's so much more real and honest than anything in Maeve's life has been in a long, long time.

By the time their lips part, they're both breathing a little heavier. "I'm going to guess this mean's you are topping tonight," Maeve says breathlessly, pushing her fingers through that perfect, soft blonde hair.

"You're darn right I am," Annie says giddily, reaching across her and into the nightstand next to their bed.

Darn. She never fails to make her smile.

Generally speaking, Maeve avoids the cesspit that is the internet as much as possible. Tonight, however, she'll give it a small thanks for riling up her little firework of a girlfriend into making her see stars for the rest of the night.

#y'all did it you gave me a lil maevelight bug #i thought about this in the shower and just couldn't shake it! #my writing #maevelight #femslash #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #the boys #the boys fanfiction #queen maeve #starlight

[ohbo-ohno]

RE: the skincare routine and how reader would fall into stockholm syndrome - it's the routine. It's all about habits, and Simon knows the best way to get the results you want is by building trust between you and your captive.

So when reader tries to regain a bit of agency and normalcy in this new situation she finds herself in, she subconsciously starts with her little habits. She usually brushes her teeth and fills a glass of water to put on the bedside table whilst she sleeps, and although Johnny wants to do it all for her and pamper her within an inch of her life, Simon understands that allowing her to do it herself makes this all a bit more normal for her. She sits her toothbrush into the holder between theirs and places her glass on the bedside table before she climbs into bed with them.

Reader falls into the safety of routine and before she even realises it, she's asking nicely for things - can I at least get a decent moisturiser... please? - you really should use a separate shampoo and conditioner you know - we've run out of toothpaste again

She's settled in enough that Ghost gives Johnny the go-ahead to start doing things for her, taking the hairbrush out of her hand so he can comb it for her, and she just... lets him, because she's sleepy and he's really soft and careful with her hair, it's almost hypnotic, and Johnny's never hurt her... right?

(also imagine being made to sit on johnny or ghost's lap and having to point out the products you need as they scroll through their phone, and when they ask what retinol even does, you huff all cutely and try to explain whilst they sit back and just enjoy you)

you. we're best friends now. i love you for giving me this gift. im going to write some stuff but your ask stands perfectly on its own

you put everything about stockholm syndrome and routine perfectly. they'd want to force a routine, but also... not? like it's got to be something you also want, at least subconsciously. so a skincare routine is perfect! it's something you want to do, and something you have to do everyday. and they can pretend it's a reward when they give you all the usual brands and products you use.

johnny wants to do it for you sooooo badly. gets all twitchy when you sit in front of the sink to do it yourself. simon has to cuff the back of his neck, hold him still so he doesn't dart forward and just start treating you like a doll. he doesn't even know what to do. simon had tried explaining that you building a routine with them is important, but he just does not really care tbh. just wants to get his hands on you :(

first time she says we instead of i or you simon and johnny could hardly contain their joy. you're thinking of the three of you as a set!!! how it's meant to be!

also fuck you for talking about johnny brushing your hair for you. can't stop picturing it. he's so fucking soft sometimes oh my godddd

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[lightofthemoonglow]

kinktober day 28

Daddy & Mommy | Body Worship | Cockbulge

Peter Strahm

follow up to this

Love you anon that suggested this and special shoutout to @haurchefantspouse for suggesting that Strahm be doing the worshippng. contains vague size kink because of what it is a sequel to. also written after i had an edible

They don’t talk about it in the immediate aftermath. They try not to think about it. Strahm goes to throw out the condom and tried to get her voice out of his head. The sound of her calling him ‘darling’ as she had encouraged him to come, how she had let out a happy cry after he had called her ‘baby’ and come with a sob, coming alive under him in a way he had never quite seen before. And then he had come, harder than he’d ever had in god knows how long. It had taken a while to peel himself off of her, he had waited until their hearts had evened out.

Instead of leaving, which sometimes happened, Strahm undresses. He gets back into her bed, pressing his bare chest against her naked back, taking in the sound and motions of her breathing. It’s soothing, the noise in his head is silence. For a moment, Strahm forgets all about Jigsaw, he doesn’t see the crime scene photos, he just feels her.

“Hey, turn over,” he whispers. “I wanna…just let me…” He doesn’t know what to do, how to articulate what he wants. Strahm is used to be able to just go ahead, but this isn’t a crime scene. He doesn’t have a file of information or even half an idea, he can’t just look around the room and be able to come up with something. All he’s got is what’s right in front of him.

The blanket is pushed off the bed as he climbs on top of her, studying her carefully in a way he never had before. They don’t do this every time they see each other and have never planned to have sex. And while Strahm is so strict about so much of his life, he goes with his impulses when it comes to her. It minimizes the intrusive thoughts.

She seems fragile under him. Almost breakable and while he knows what she can handle, something feels different about touching her. Strahm runs a hand along her left flank and moves downward as he watches her breath. There’s so much death around him all the time but he isn’t thinking about it. Right now, all he sees is her, her body, up close and everything he had imagined it would be.

Strahm kisses her jaw, avoiding her lips for now. His mouth travels down her neck, to her chest. He takes his time with her breasts, his hand engulfing one as his mouth works over the other, sucking and biting until she’s whimpering, switching off at his leisure, not moving downwards until she’s begging him.

“Be patient,” he says, and not for the first time that night. But this time, Strahm’s voice is softer, he kisses her nipple one last time before moving downwards. His large hands sweep over her torso, moving downwards to grip her hips as he moves downwards, bracing his hands on her ribs. For a moment, the thoughts seep in, he sees her in that trap they had found Detective Kerry in and he pulls back, closing his eyes for a moment. No, this is not the time, he needs to just fucking shut his brain off.

“Peter? Are you alright?” She sits up, pressing her palm to his cheek. “We can stop.” Their foreheads press together and his fingers go to her hair. Strahm shakes his head and gently pushes her back down, settling between her thighs. She’s soft there, his hands have a decent grip on them as his lips brush against the place where her thigh and groin meet.

His head is quiet again and he rests his head on her thighs, taking in the scent of them, her warmth and he knows that he should say something. They both know but stay where they are, wrapped up in each other.

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[serjthejerk]

Sewer Trotting

Bullfrog x gn! neurodivergent! reader

Content: Fluff, Small panic attack, Dissociation, Comfort, Pet names, Temporarily-Nonverbal. ( for plot sake, pretend the sewers isn’t just a pipe and is instead a sewer hallway with the sewage in the middle and concrete cat walks on the side🫶)

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A grimace painted itself onto my face as I lifted up the grimy metal cover for a manhole. The stench of raw sewage seemed to blast me away with the stench, my lungs contracting and forcing me into a coughing fit.

“Dear god..” I wheezed out, forcing myself to open the lid further for my amphibious colleague. Dutifully, bullfrog wasted no time dropping in, completely avoiding the rusted ladder that I had the misfortune to climb down.

Leaning my head away to catch my last breath of fresh air, I start my decent into the sewer; closing the manhole behind me.

“Faire attention, mon ami.”

I give out a grunt of recognition to my acquaintance, easing one leg after another. It wasn’t long until my boot met the ground and I could drop down, my weight making a disgusting squelch upon impact.

“This is fucking gnarly, man” I cringe, wiping my hands off on my pants. The frog only chuckling at my complaint.

“The faster we get through this, the faster it’s over” Bullfrog’s accent curling the words he spoke, it was a honest truth that I hate to come to terms with. Taking the lead, bullfrog started our trudge into the foul-smelling labyrinth, i begrudgingly followed after him. The ambience of diluted water pushing over itself and the hollow footsteps filled the corridor, accompanying the awkward silence between us.

Perhaps I should say something? I mean, there isn’t much to say. I mean, what the hell would I say? ‘Oh hey yeah blah blah we have bombs in our head so that’s not cool’ doesn’t seem like a good conversation starter. Maybe I should just stay silent? I mean, this is a high stakes high stress mission so I don’t think anyone would want to be chatty during this.

“I-”

“Sh.” Bullfrog hushes, holding his arm out to signal a stop. My ears perked up, trying to focus on what could be a disturbance but I was met with nothing. My eye brows furrowed while looking down at the frog, nervousness starting to take ahold of my throat.

Bullfrog lowered his arm, unmoving and alert. Keep it cool y/n, don’t lose your shit. Keep it together, we’re fine.

“Je suis desolé(e), mon ami. I thought I sensed another person.” Although still alert, he let out a sigh of relief, looking back to check on me. I could only bring myself to look at his eyes for a mere second before looking ahead.

“We should get going.” I comment, my right hand fiddling with the end of my shirt. I know I wasn’t a star perfect Eden samaritain by a long shot, but the weight of this mission and the fucking bomb takes my usually nervous nelly-self to a whole new level.

Bullfrog gave a nod in agreement, vigilantly trudging forward with me in pursuit. Despite being given goggles to navigate the dark terrain, I’m still blind in the darkness. The goggles having as much use as “night vision” on a hand cam made in 2004.

“We make a left here.” The amphibian took a hard turn, catching me off guard. My foot slipping slightly on the filth that had built up on the concrete. I fell right on my ass, my tailbone aching from the sudden drop.

I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m okay. Keep your shit together y/n. Dear god, the filth, the texture, the smell is fucking ruining me. My skin feels as if it’s puking.

“You okay, mon ami?” My acquaintance asked with a tone full of concern.

“I’m…I’m fine.” I struggle to get out. My throat feels as if it’s going to close, almost as if someone is choking me. I can feel my eyes start to tear up and gloss over.

I pull my hands in, wrapping them around me to try to ground myself. Almost as if I’ve mentally took a back seat, everything around me fees distant. Everything is nonexistent except for the cold slimy floor on my ass and my hands trembling around me. I’ve been like this before. I’m overstimulated and and at the start of dissociation. If I knew better, I would’ve done something to lessen what I’m feeling. Whether it was a nose clamp or gloves to keep me from feeling the ground, anything would help at the moment.

Although my focus was blurry, I could tell Bullfrog had back tracked to stand in front of me, his muffled voice saying something I couldn’t quite understand.

With strain, I lift my head up. Although my vision was unfocused, I could barely make out his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern. Moving my hands from around my arms to pull them in, I push them down on my chest in an attempt to mimic a weighted stuffed animal. Weighted things usually help whenever something like this comes about. Something about the pressure that gets exerted in to me is soothing. It’s been like that for me since I was a child.

Bullfrog reached for me, putting his hand on my shoulder. Usually I would’ve shrank away from touch, but something about the touch of another person made me yearn for more. My vision focused a little, his touch curing my ailment.

“I know this is hard, but we got this. As long as I’m here, I will keep you safe. No harm will touch you.”

My gaze looked up at him, finally making eye contact with him after trying to avoid it. His golden irises seemed bigger than when we were in the light; I suppose that’s a quirk of being a hybrid.

“If it will help, take your goggles off. I have excellent vision, I will guide us” Bullfrog spoke in a low assuring voice, his accent bending some words as he comforted me. Despite sound usually upsetting me more, I craved to hear more of him. Any interaction to distract me lessens the feel of it all.

“I will stay here as long as you need, forget about the mission, just focus on yourself.” I could tell he was speaking from a place of worry. The mission is a big deal and I’m slowing us down. I just….i just need…

Impulsively my arms open up against my will. Bullfrog flinched a little, startled at my action but took the hint and closed in for a hug.

We held each other for at least 30 seconds, his small body feeling cool against my skin that had heated up in amidst of my worry.

“Here, position me to face ahead of us, I’ll direct us while you hold onto me, oui?” Bullfrog offered. I give a nod in response and let him step back to face the front before picking him up, standing up to my fullest height.

His small body against mine provided the right amount of pressure I needed to calm me down.

I finally rounded the corner that had tripped me up, and continued our plow. Instead of the ambience of the sewer, I focused my ears on Bullfrog. Waiting for his voice to break the silence.

“You know, if you told me a week ago I would be here, I wouldn’t believe you.” He reminisced. There was a beat of silence before he spoke ip again

“I mean, I had gotten paid last week before I was given another job. Y’know, before I got caught. I had given money back to a few friends who were struggling and I was stopped. No call, no alert that they wanted me to do a job, they didn’t even use the code. They just knew who I was and assigned me a job. I knew better than to not accept it but he had caught me while I was at a friends house, I didn’t want him to send anyone to the location I was at if I didn’t comply.” I listened to him, absorbing the information he was dishing out.

“You’re gonna make a right in about 3 steps, mon ami. After that we keep straight, there’s another man hole to crawl out of.” He added. 3 paces in, I took the right. Still silent as a mouse.

“The job was unlike any others I’ve taken, however after killing the target, I was shot with something and all I remember is darkness.” He continued. Interesting. For him it was a set up from the start. For me I could barely remember how I had even got to the supermaxx.

“Is it okay to call you a friend?” I questioned after minutes of silence. I enjoyed that he comforted me, and maybe at the risk of being embarrassed, he let me carry him.

“Yes of course, mon ami. I consider you a friend to me.” Bullfrog piped up. A gentle smile flashed across my face before I let it drop.

Maybe this mission won’t be the fucking death of me.

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[disillusioneddanny]

Eloped in Space part 7

Read part six here 

I am slowly making an outline for this to become more than just random drabble. But it won’t be coming out until after Cat’s Cradle and The Devil Wore a T-shirt are completed

Danny leaned up on his tip toes and gave his husband a quick kiss. “How was therapy?” he asked, climbing into their large bed. Bruce just gave him a look ™ that basically told Danny everything that he needed to know. He simply gave the man his best innocent smile and waited for a response. 

“Jasmine has decided that we are going to approach my lack of trust in others first,” Bruce said with a sigh as he pulled off his slacks. Danny chuckled to himself as he watched his husband undress for bed. 

“Could be worse. She could have tried to tackle your mommy and daddy issues,” he said only for a shirt to be thrown in his face. The Ghost King let out a dramatic whine as he pulled the shirt off his face. 

“Starling!” he complained before snatching Bruce’s arm and pulling him back to the bed once he was in nothing more than his boxers. “Don’t be mean, I’m just telling you the truth. It’s okay to have parental issues, I have them and I’m two hundred years old!” He exclaimed. Bruce just rolled his eyes and got into the bed, pulling the covers over him. 

“I don’t have parental issues,” he mumbled, resting his head on his fist so that he could still look at his husband. “I think that you are delusional, Darling.”

Danny just smiled and moved closer until his leg was tucked between his husbands. “Whatever you say. Now, Clockwork already froze time for us so that you could actually get a decent amount of sleep before your patrols tonight so let’s not make him wait any longer. You could truly use some rest you know. I can see the bags under your eyes and it makes me worry,” Danny said, cupping Bruce’s face in his hand, running his thumb along the darkened skin under one of Bruce’s eyes. 

Bruce placed his hand over Danny’s and smiled. “I don’t know what I did without you. You know that, right?” He said quietly, staring up at his husband and falling into those cerulean blue eyes. “Dick was so happy after the two of you went to lunch. And I know you are planning on going out with Jason sometime this week to bond with him, he’s going to have a wonderful time.”

“I don’t know what you did without me either. But it’s fine, we don’t have to think about that anymore. I’m here now,” he said, thumb now moving to trace up and down Bruce’s cheekbone with cold, feather like touches. “And I know, I’m still figuring out what we are going to do. Don’t worry, we won’t go out and kill the Joker. Even though I really do hate clowns and have clown trauma of my own.”

At this Bruce made a pained face. “Do I even want to know what happened?” He asked. 

Danny’s face darkened ever so slightly. “T’was a dark day in Amity Park,” he said solemnly before his face brightened up once more. “I was thinking about taking Jason out for drinks or maybe we can just do some light torture with the Joker. I don’t know yet but I want to get to know him better. I feel for him, I really do. I remember how lost I felt when I came back from dying. It’s really scary and you feel all alone. I don’t want him to feel alone anymore, now when I’m here to help him out along the way.”

“Well, I suppose that’s better than you outright murdering him,” Bruce said with a sigh. 

Danny just smiled at him, the corners of his eyes scrunching up ever so slightly. “I may not completely understand it, but I am trying to respect your wishes. The only time I’ll go against your no killing rule is if one of your rogues hurts my kids,” he said causing Bruce’s heart to soar. Danny had already taken his kids in as his own and loved them with everything in him. Bruce had never thought he would ever find someone who would not only accept Bruce as he was and work with him on the things he struggled with but also accept his kids and their nightly adventures. Danny did all three. He legitimately wanted what was best for Bruce and his children. It was why he had managed to convince Bruce into going to therapy, why he and Dick were now able to have weekly phone conversations without it turning into an argument. It was also the reason why Jason had actually come home the last two Sundays for family dinner. 

Danny was just wat this family needed and Bruce would never be able to truly show him just how thankful he was to have the ghost in his life.

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[fantasy-mixtapes]

Fabian Aramais Seacaster S3 Playlist: side a

Here he is! God's favorite popular kid!! Song descriptions down below, spoilers for fantasy high junior year ep. 1-10

Genres include: dance/electronic, alternative, rnb, pop-punk

1. Stop, Justice

So many times we rise and fall After a while it's coming all together Together So many times we rise and fall Wondering if we'll find it all together Together Remember all the nights and days we spent together Together It's so easy to forget how to surrender But nothing's ever stopped Music and lights, rhythm and melodies Take us to the top

Is this about how Fabians friendships and newfound love of dance helped him become a happier better person? yes.

Is it also about how often Fabian fell during the Night Yorb battle? also yes.

2. Social Climb, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Oh, come break some hearts now Tear them out File in for amusements with the crowd Oh, but be advised Participation is required Doin' things not typically allowed Feels like we're having a good time It's true, a wonderfully good time when I'm with you

Fabian Seacaster, The Most Popular Guy in School, Maximum Legend, making my skin crawl blowing off Mazey's twister game to hang out with Ivy THATS NOT YOUR HEARTTTTTT, THATS NOT WHO YOU AREEEEEE. AND I KNOW he was doing it for the mystery but oh my GOD he was too good at playing that part

3. Call It What You Want, Foster the People

You've taken your words And you take your judgments And stick 'em onto everything If it don't conform to what you were born into Then you run the other way You say, "Now what's your style? And who do you listen to?" Who cares? Well, the rat race ladder climbin' fake fake smiles Got nothing on me, yeah, yeah

Ok, so this is a little unorthodox for me because I usually only put songs from the characters' perspectives on their respective playlists, but I can't get this scene out of my head. In my mind, this is Mazey's perspective from the chunk of that first downtime when Fabian invites her and everyone else in dance class to Seacaster Manor, and Fabian starts to really come out of his shell.

Think of it like a slow-burn montage of the two dancing (literally dancing) around their potential feelings for one another. The song has a really nice groove to it, and it matches up with Mazey's cool and earnest personality.

4. Stronger Than Ever, Raleigh Ritchie

Hate me when I'm gone I'll make it worth your while when I'm successful But, when I'm here I need your kindness 'Cause the climb is always stressful I'll leave my peace in pieces all around The decent people back at home 'Cause I'm a big boy, an adult now or nearly If I pull the wool back from my eyes I can see clearly The world is at my feet and I am standing on the ceiling,

Alone in that big house, trying to be the best at everything, pushing himself harder and harder. The song is so perfect it speaks for itself

5. Thing Called Love, Kevin Ross

Don't know why you love me so much, oh When I can't say I deserve us Like a rocket's failure to launch I just let it self-destruct And it's not right (No) And it hurts twice when it's good-intentioned But that's life (Right?) Or is it my pride that wouldn't listen

Ok these last two are just directly in reaction to episode ten scenes so be warned.THE SCENE WITH FABIAN AND MAZEY IN THE KITCHEN??? Talk about the right person and wrong time and god; it rips my heart out. Like how he earnestly talked about how worried he was for her safety. THE WAY SHE JUST SAYS SHE HAS A CRUSH ON HIM. THE WAY LOU REACTED????? shoot me dead

6. Pieces, Sum 41

I tried to be perfect But nothing was worth it I don't believe it makes me real I thought it'd be easy But no one believes me I meant all the things I said ... This place is so empty My thoughts are so tempting I don't know how it got so bad Sometimes it's so crazy That nothing can save me But it's the only thing I have

"breaker breaker, Fabian Seacaster looking for his papa Bill Seacaster."

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[bozzowl]

Farmworld Finn NSFW Dominate

As Requested... 👀

You lived in the ruins of an old town, in the upper floor of an old apartment building. You had a decent view of the town square. However, rent would be due soon and your old boss got croaked by some gang members. You had to find another job soon because the only money you have left is going to groceries. You decided to head into the market, there's usually someone hiring over there. You have been out over by an Avacado stand when you saw him. A Big, strong farmer known as Finn Mertens. You were standing over by a fruit stand when he approached you. Those eyes... piercing right through you. You could not take your eyes off him or his muscular body. He looked as though he could easily lift you, maybe you wanted that. Your mouth agape as he stood right next to you. Apparently he wasn't looking at you, but he was looking at the sign above you that read "avocados on sale!". Maybe you felt a little embarrassed by the realization, so you turn to look at the avocados. you reach for one, trying to distract yourself from the handsome man next to you. As you do, his hand touches yours. You both look at each other, you were blushing while he gave you an awkward side glance. To break the silence between you two, he clears his throat, "So, YN I hear you've been looking for work?". You look away shyly, "yeah... I'm hoping to find some work soon." Finn smirked, raising a brow, "you ok with farm work? I can use some help in the barn...". You think about it for a moment, he usually doesn't trust people nor let just anyone at his farm. You two barely talked before, but he always seemed relaxed around you. As if he knew he could trust you.

You agree to work for him over at the farm. It took some getting used to, it was hard work but it paid off well. He decided to let you sleep in the barn so you wouldn't have to worry about the walk to and from work. He even helped you move your things in. Occasionally showing you new tricks, and teaching you when to plan certain crops. You even learned how to make butter and jam. You noticed that when you two are working together, he's always keeping his eyes on you. Especially when you bend over. Lately, he started bringing you flowers he would find when out gathering wood or when he's hunting. You became more than just a worker for him.

One night, when the kids were asleep, Finn came to the barn. A single lantern was lit by your bed on the second floor of the barn. You were changing clothes in the warm dim light. You hear a knock at the door. You quickly throw on some button up pajamas before you climb down. The door creaks as you open it, "Finn? is everything ok?". He leaned closer to you, "We need to talk...". He comes inside, closing the door behind him. He walked up to you, his eyes locked onto you, "look, I know you came here just looking for work... but there's something between us..." .He brushed a strand of hair from your face, "... And, judging from the way you look at me I know you feel it too." Your heart skipped a beat as a warm blush spreads across your face. He liked you back, and he wanted you. He wanted you now.

His hand on your chin, his other mechanical arm wrapped around you. you could feel the cold metal as it slides down your back. Your hands slowly inch their way up his chest as he pulled you closer. Leaning closer as he gently guided you to his lips. He kissed you. You could feel his scruffy blond beard. Felling his warm breath as it smelled like the soup he always kept brewing in the kitchen. The kiss becomes deeper as your body pressed against his. He took the lead. Licking your lips as his tongue danged with yours. Suddenly he kissed your neck, trailing feverish kisses down to your shoulders. you gasp, feeling him nip and kiss your skin. Then suddenly, he throws you over his shoulder, crawling up the ladder to reach your bed. It was almost as if you weight nothing, he was so strong...

Finn throws you on the bed, then pulls off his shirt to reveal a muscular and toned body. He looked looked you in the eyes, raising a brow, "are you gonna be good for daddy?". You nod, feeling your heart pounding and your face hot. He says with a mischievous smirk, "take it off.". You hastily start to unbutton your shirt when he stops you, "slowly.". You slow down, carefully unbuttoning your shirt as he watched you. He climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees as his eyes wander over your body. A bulge forming in his jeans. You take off the rest too, tossing your clothes to the side. He unzips his pants and pulls out a large, girthy member. Already hard and ready to fuck you. Of course, he wanted you to work for it. When he told you to get on all fours, you got on all fours. When he told you to open your mouth, you opened your mouth. He grabs you by the hair, puling you closer to his member. You take him into your mouth, sucking him off. He groaned as you pleased him. Your mouth felt so good to him, watching your head bob back and forth until he pulled out. He looked down at you and ordered you, "lay down." You lay on your back, following his commands. He wanted to tease you, so he parts your legs. Looking at your exposed privets, he glanced up to meet your eyes again. you nod, even though he's dominating you he still wanted to make sure you were ok with this. He lowers his head and starts licking. Kissing, sucking, pleasing you till you felt a knot in your stomach. you make those cute sounds for him. Those moans and groans of yours were music to his ears. He squeezed your thigh a little, then pulls back up. He positioned himself over you, the tip of his member grazed against your entrance. He wanted you to beg, "do you want me?". You nod, but he wanted more, "no, no YN... use your words.". You look him in the eyes, "I want you.". With a mischievous smirk, he tells you, "Louder, I want you to beg.". You start begging him, pleading for him to put it in you. He seemed please with your pleas, and so he put himself inside you. He waist a moment so that you adjust to his size. After a few minutes, he begins to thrust. Soon his hips smacked against your body, moving with every hump. He starts panting, your breathing becoming heavier as well. His starts to speed up, sending waves of pleasure through your body as his eyes were locked onto yours. The barn is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping together, smelling of sweat as your bodies heat up from the action. The bed was creaking, you were moaning. His movements become sloppy as he is about to cum. Your thighs trembling as you near your climax. The finally, you both cum at the same time.

Finn tries to catch his breath as you lay there, looking like a hot and sweaty mess. He pulls out of yo, then lays by your side. You turn to face him as he pulls you close. It was late, and you were both very tired. The lantern's light slowly went out as it ran out of oil. You fall asleep in his arms. He whispers in your ear, "Goodnight YN, see you in the morning."

I hope y'all enjoyed this :)

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