#red candles part 19

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 19: breeding with dan heng il from hsr

warnings: breeding, cock/strap traditions, creampie, oral, dacryphilia, dan heng il being in heat, some dargon anatomy so monsterfucking in a sense? shit gets messy

notes: gods so close to finishing kinktober. hang in there nobu!!!

being a vidyadhara, dan heng tends to have a few differences when it comes to anatomy and bodily structures.

for example, even in his human form, his fangs are sharper, bigger and more prominent. he hates having to yawn next to others due to that fact. he has a forked tongue in his imbibitor lunae form, living up to the words of being the descendent of scion. and of course, the most notable being the horns protruding on top of his skull and the glow of his teal eyes. and not to mention the tail that he tends to let out from time to time.

but more importantly, being a vidyadhara, dan heng tends to go into heat. for a whole week.

it’s an absolute torture and he despises his body every time his heat cycle hits. incredibly needy for physical affection, making his more primal animalistic parts and tendencies show as he thinks of you — his mate. but more importantly, he hates how easily his two cocks would slip out of his cloaca, wet, leaking pre all over his inner thighs as he whimpers into one of your shirts.

the first day was fine. he managed to go through it by constantly being surrounded by things that remind him of you or your scent. a seaside scented candle lit up, one of your shirts worn over a spare pillow that he holds close to himself. the first day without you went by okay.

it was starting from the second day when things started to go downhill. the ever so stoic guard of the express stopped coming out of his room. locking the door shut tight as he makes the others worry.

it was on the third day that he broke. slipping out of the databanks at midnight and to your empty room, the guard of the express couldn’t help but let out a mewl the moment he stepped inside. your scent was much more stronger here and that caused the heat in his abdomen to become painfully unbearable. dan heng could feel his vent opening up, his two cocks slowly slipping out and straining against his boxers at just your scent.

how fucking pathetic he was. all he could do was to lay in your bed as he hopes for you to return from your errand soon. the poor vidyadhara really needed you right now or else he felt like he was going fucking crazy.

it was on the early mornings of the third day that you returned. tired and in desperate need of your sweet lover’s cuddles and soothing words as he whispers into your ear of how much he loves you and how selfless you are for always accepting missions and commissions from others. yet the sight of you caused your libido to kick in full throttle rather than the thought of his sweet cuddles.

there on your bed, desperately fucking his cock into the tight clutch of his fist was your draconic lover. all bare and spread out on the bed. his other hand keeping one of your shirts over his mouth to keep smelling your intoxicating scent while trying to muffle his loud whimpers. what a sight to behold.

walking up to beside him, you push his bangs out of his face. his forehead already drenched in sweat and lips open with drool slipping down his chin with loud, needy whines. it only got worse when he made eye contact with you.

upon recognizing that you were back from his hazy, fucked up head, dan heng lets go of his red cock. instead his hand reached out, your shirt that was muffling his noises long discarded as he tugs you down on the bed.

“oomf—! dan heng!” you let out a loud groan of protest, having the strength to say his name in a scolding tone despite your exhausted state. without even daring to pay attention to your scolding tone, his clawed hand fumbles with the belt of your pants. in his heat induced state, he couldn’t even do a simple action as taking off your pants. how needy.

with a desperate whine and an angered growl, he finally unbuckles your belt. throwing it away to a corner of the room, dan heng doesn’t even bother to undo your pants properly. instead using his claws and tearing away your clothes. you would so scold him for that later.

once your strap sprung free and slapped his cheek, your needy draconic lover lets out a whimper. oh, you smelled even better in person. wasting no time, he takes your shaft into his hand. placing open mouthed slobbering kisses along your shaft, drool covered lips finally taking you inside his mouth without giving you a warning. he had completely forgotten of his dignity and pride as he sloppily sucks on your cock. drool slipping past his lips as he gags and chokes around your length. he really was a mess when in heat.

sucking on your cock, struggling to take it fully into his mouth, whimpering around your tip as he places slobbering kisses along your length. it didn’t take long before your hand fisted at his long hair, fucking your length completely into his mouth. the dragon only took and took everything you gave him with whines and muffled moans.

all it took for you to break was his slitted tongue to lick a stripe one of your prominent veins. coming deep inside his throat with a grunt and loud moan of his name, you watch with a curse as he swallows every last drop. pulling his mouth off of your length with a lewd pop! he licks his lips clean before opening his mouth for you to see that he swallowed every single drop.

“fuck.. you’re seriously gonna be the death of me, dan heng” you say, switching your positions and allowing your pretty dragon to be lying on the bed instead. in response, all he did was giggle deliriously, spreading his legs wide for you to show you his cute puckering hole.

“hurry up, [name]! i need you to fuck a baby in me ghuckk♡︎!” without wasting a moment, once your tip was inside his warm walls, you thrust the rest of your cock deep inside him, making him squeal as his toes curl. that seemed to have made your needy dragon shut up for a while.

placing his hands under his knees for him to keep himself open, you waste no time to get straight to your part of the work. holding his hips with a bruising grip, you waste no time to jackhammer into his needy hole. each time you pull and push yourself back in, it grazed his prostate, making dan heng choke on his loud moans each time. clawed hands digging into his legs to the point he could draw blood, his tail — an extra appendage that he keeps it hidden in fear of hitting someone — now out in the open, wrapping around your hips tightly.

dan heng hated being in heat and he hated his animalistic parts. but aeons, did he loved it when you fucked him open so good like this.

“shit—! so cute dan heng. you wanted me to fuck a baby in you? huh? you want me to fuck a cute baby inside you?” through your gritted teeth and harsh groans and the loud smacking of your hips meeting his, you could see dan heng briefly nod his head weakly. that’s no good. can’t have your needy dragon tap out so early.

with another loud grunt when your strap gets harder to move thanks to him clenching down on you so much, you did the one thing you know that gets him so loud and debauched. reaching a hand down, you gave a tug to his tail, making dan heng let out a loud shriek as he comes on his stomach unexpectedly.

“y-yes! yesyesyesyes! please! pu-gucckk! fuck fuckkkk [name]♡︎ please, fuck a baby in me! want your baby inside me♡︎ uannhg! w-want your baby♥︎” nodding eagerly, tripping over his words as his tail gets painfully tighter around your hips, his hole clenching down on you as his pretty teal eyes lets out fat globs of tears.

that thought made the end of his tail wag around happily despite the logical part of his brain telling him it was impossible. the logical part in his brain screaming at him that vidyadharas can’t reproduce. that vidyadharas are being who can’t get pregnant but that logical thinking part of his brain is thrown out the window when you fuck his hole open so good. strap stretching him out, fucking his walls open as you whisper absolute filth into his ear.

through hazy eyes and cotton filled brain, dan heng felt giddy at the prospect of getting properly bred by you. of having a child with you. a cute family of three, you and him with a child that’s half him and half you. that thought got him whimpering as he clenches down on your cock. when feeling the familiar warmth of your cum spilling deep inside him, painting his walls white, dan heng clings into you tightly with a croon.

but you had no intention to stop after just one round. even though you both knew that vidyadharas can’t reproduce, you’ll be damned if you at least don’t try hard enough.

flipping him on his stomach, you waste no time before plunging deep inside him. the feeling of being fucked into overstimulation had dan heng shaking like a leaf under you. but the weak thrust of his hips, desperately fucking himself back onto your length was a proof that he was long gone into his heat. mind filled with the thought of finally becoming bred by you properly.

and that made him giggle deliriously as his tail unconsciously tighten around your hips yet again.

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[whatsnewalycat]

SURRENDER

Part Two of Ruthless | Stepdad Joel Miller x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 6.2k+

Warnings: non-canon, Boston Joel, dub con, step-cest, sneaky sex, use of the word daddy in a sexual context, dad kink (that’s a thing right?), age gap, degradation, praise kink, avoidance, silent treatment, sneaking into bedroom at night, angst, collective grief, mentions of explosions and gunshots (nothing graphic), *it’s about the yearning*, hair pulling, no physical descriptions of reader aside from hair can be pulled, reader is 18-19, Joel being a bad dom and a bad caretaker, hot shower, food mention, mentions of religion, unethical D/s dynamics, dry humping, anal sex, physical restraint, face fucking, sub-space unlocked, dirty talk, dd/lg maybe i think, masochism, like a lick of fluff if u squint 

A/N: Heeeey buddy. As stated above, this is a second part to Ruthless. Big thanks to my love @frannyzooey for the help and hype, you're the best. Please be mindful of the warnings and tell me what cults you think exist in post-outbreak tlou.

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As the 19-year anniversary of Outbreak Day draws near, unrest festers in the streets of Boston.

Whenever August ticks over into September, residents of the QZ seem to divide into three distinct categories: people who want to forget, people who won’t let them forget, and people who are too young to remember. 

Born post-apocalypse, you fall into this third category. 

Which doesn’t mean the ripples of loss don’t touch you, contrary to what some may think. You still lost something. Everyone did. 

This fact is apparent when you take the scenic route home from your job posting at the distribution center. 

Rubble crunches under your shoes as you walk down the crowded sidewalk, passing by a message spray-painted over the battered brick building: WE’VE BEEN FORSAKEN. 

Graffitied sentiments like these pop up constantly this time of year. Overnight, almost. Your mom and Joel mostly blame Fireflies for the vandalism. The bombs, too. Apparently they stir shit up to make people uneasy, then recruit those who seem susceptible. That’s what your mom thinks, anyway. ‘Leveraging their grief against them,’ she says. 

You think it might be more than that, though. 

Yesterday you saw three separate arguments break out in the streets. When you were taking inventory of k-rations this morning, an explosion went off so close-by that boxes rattled off the shelves. It was the second bombing this week, and you don’t foresee it getting better until October. 

Sure, the Fireflies lay claim to the lion’s share of vandalism and destruction, but their activity is consistent year round. They are the baseline. But this? This is different. 

You attribute the excess chaos to this heavy, static feeling in the air. It clings to your skin and gets stuck under your nails like a thick cloud of invisible dust or spores. Microscopic particles embed themselves in the cracks and creases of each person inside the QZ, fertile ground for clusters of violence to sprout up at every turn. 

If you had to guess, you’d say this phenomenon probably spans the globe. All of you felt the loss of Outbreak Day, the whole human collective. Echoes of what humanity lost will likely still be heard a thousand years from now. 

Some people refuse to accept this. 

Like the guy a few strides ahead of you, who walks by an orange spray-painted message that reads REMEMBER WHAT YOU LOST and sneers, “Almost twenty goddamn years, fuckin’ let it go and move on.” 

You watch him. See his neck get all red as he mutters to himself and clenches his fists at his sides. He looks around like he expects someone to challenge him. Nobody does. 

This doesn’t seem to satisfy him. 

Further up the sidewalk, he encounters a memorial made up of candles and wilting flowers hugging the side of a residential building. He kicks it over and repeats his earlier sentiment, this time louder and directed towards the brick wall. 

“It’s been twenty fucking years, get the fuck over it already!” 

Of course, a passing spectator indulges him. 

“Hey—watch it, asshole!” 

The two men puff up their chests and start yelling back and forth, so you cut right down an alleyway to avoid the situation completely. 

When you arrive home, you find Joel at the dining room table, hunched over a map, holding a glass of whiskey like it’s a lifeline. 

Neither of you say hello, but when you glance up while untying your gritty shoelaces, you catch him staring at you. 

A jolt of electricity shoots through you. 

He corrects himself, returning his eyes to the map as he takes a big swig from his glass. 

“Mom home?” 

“No.” 

Nodding, you rise to your feet and slip out of your shoes, squirming with the excitement that one syllable brings you. 

“When’s she gonna be home?” 

He doesn’t look at you. Just shrugs and takes a sip of whiskey, too engrossed in his project to spare you attention. 

For weeks, he’s been trying his hardest to pretend you don’t exist, which would be typical behavior if he didn’t fuck you dumb a few weeks ago. Sometimes you’re not even sure that what happened between you was real. 

But, then again, sometimes… sometimes you feel him staring at you when he doesn’t think you’ll notice. Sometimes he touches your waist as he passes by. Sometimes at night you hear him pacing the hall outside your bedroom, the faint squeak of the warped floorboards giving him away. 

When this happens, you stare at the door and will him to do it. Aching with something stronger than want, you pray for him to cross the threshold. But he never does. 

You exhale through slack lips and wrinkle your nose at the canned goods. 

“Hungry?”

He grunts in response, which is Joel for ‘I could eat.’

Tilting your head at the handwritten labels, you present the options, “Stew or… meat and beans?” 

Another grunt, roughly translating to ‘Both options are fucking terrible,’ a sentiment with which you wholeheartedly agree. You grab the stew and empty it into a saucepan on the gas stovetop. 

While it heats, you steal glances at Joel, noticing the rigidity in his demeanor. His set jaw and tense muscles. The deep creases in his furrowed brow. 

You’ve coexisted with him long enough to understand he’s not immune to the heady thrum of anguish in the air this time of year. Like you said, nobody is. 

Joel distinctly falls into the “people who want to forget” category of the forsaken, but carries whatever or whoever he lost on Outbreak Day like a ten thousand-pound weight on his broad shoulders. He white-knuckles his way through the season of chaos and mourning and tries to act like it doesn’t affect him, but it does. 

You can tell, not just from the way he holds the grief captive in his body, but also from the obvious indulgence in his favorite coping mechanism: planning. 

Joel is a meticulous planner. 

Between smuggling runs, he comes home after a long day of manual labor at some job site and unwinds by plotting logistics. Drinking, too, but he clearly has a favorite. 

Hours will go by while he pours over reference material, maps or blueprints, making addendums of any notable changes he and your mom discovered. After this, he deliberates. Joel could chew up weeks with this step. He plots out each possible route, taking into consideration all the penciled-in shortcuts and caches they’ve stashed within a 30-mile radius, then determines the most beneficial path for their next big adventure. 

Given FEDRA’s current paranoid state, with the increased patrols and surveillance and whatnot, your mom and Joel won’t be making a trip outside anytime soon. But still, he drinks and plots and winds himself up into a tight obsessive knot. 

You divvy up the simmering stew into two bowls, placing one next to his glass of bootleg booze while you take a seat across the table from him. He ignores your presence, just flicks his eyes around the map like it’s supposed to give him the answers. 

When you’re halfway done with your bowl, you gently prod him, “It’s gonna get cold.” 

Sitting up in his chair, he sighs and scrubs his face with his hands, then folds up the map and sets it aside. 

The two of you eat in silence. Each wordless second twists hot beneath your skin. Your mind wanders to the dig of his fingertips in your soft flesh. The sting of his flattened palm. The stretch of his thick cock. The things he said to you—fuck.  

You’re tempted to tell him to do it again. To tell him that you’re still abiding by his rules. That you don’t sneak out anymore. That you haven’t felt the sweet bliss of release for weeks because you don’t fucking come without his permission. 

Over and over, you rehearse it in your head. You imagine yourself telling him, ‘I’ve been so good for you and you haven’t even noticed.’

The sound of him clearing his throat pulls you from your thoughts. 

He shifts in his seat a little, studying you, “You still seein’ that boy downstairs?” 

Your heart stutters. Heat floods your veins as you shake your head. 

“Why not?” 

All you can do is stare at him while trying to verbalize an answer. For weeks, you ached for his attention. And now that you have it? The words are stuck in your throat. 

You shrug, pushing your empty bowl away to lean your elbows on the table. When you look up at him again, he blinks. Waiting for a response. 

A rush of adrenaline makes the world around you buzz. 

“Why do you care?”

He clenches his jaw for a moment, then parts his lips to respond. 

The apartment door swings open. 

Both of you start at the intrusion. You jump to your feet to collect the dirty dishes while Joel turns to greet your mother. 

“It’s a fucking madhouse out there,” she grumbles, then pulls out the seat adjacent to him and starts telling him about her day. 

———

You step into the shower and hiss in reaction to the scalding hot water. 

The fact that it's warmed at all surprises you. Not an unwelcome surprise, even if it hurts a little. Most days the water comes out tepid at best, and you’d gladly accept a third-degree burn over a lukewarm shower. 

Besides, the sting feels right on your skin, as weird as that sounds. You relish the pain while washing yourself, thinking, ‘this is what I deserve for feeling this way.’ Hell fire, if the sidewalk preachers are right. If there is such a thing. If you’re not there already. 

Only once the water runs cold do you turn it off and go back to your room, leaving the door cracked open behind you. After putting on a big t-shirt and some underwear, you turn off the lights and climb into bed. 

For a while you stare at the water-stained ceiling and listen. You hear the roar of FEDRA’s armed vehicles patrolling the streets. Far away, gunshots ring out into the night. Some kid starts crying next door, then his mother lulls him back to sleep. 

Closing your eyes, you try to tune it all out and focus on the noises within this unit. Concentrate on the drip-drip-drip of the bathtub faucet. The ripping sound of your mom’s snores. 

Then, you hear it. 

A creak from the floorboards. Footsteps. 

Their bedroom door squeaking open. 

Everything goes silent long enough for you hold your breath and scream inside your head, please please please—

It starts again. One careful step, then another. 

His presence hovers there at the door for six restless seconds before he opens it and steps inside, closing it behind him. 

Your pounding heart squeezes your breath ragged. It comes out this shallow, shaky push and pull that broadcasts your consciousness. 

Still, you pretend. 

You keep your eyes pinned shut and listen to the advance of his footsteps to your bedside. 

Down by your feet, the mattress shifts under his weight. He doesn’t touch you for a while, only watches you, his gaze burning into your skin. 

Then, he murmurs, “I know you’re not sleepin’.” 

You blink your eyes open to look at him, in boxers and an undershirt, all hunched over at the foot of your bed. Always carrying that weight on his shoulders. The glow of the street lamp outside your bedroom window casts this perfect golden light on him that makes you kind of hate how good he looks. 

“What are you doing?” you ask in a whisper. 

Over the blanket, he rests his hand on your calf, then takes it back and shakes his head. 

You roll onto your side, swinging one leg over the blanket and tucking it between your thighs, a wordless plea for him to touch your hungry skin. Joel shifts further onto the bed, turning his body to stare down at you with a straight spine. His gaze drifts up your exposed skin, fingers twitching in his lap. 

This faltering self-discipline compels you. 

Joel is nothing if not self-disciplined. That much is true for all the forsaken, yourself included. 

Your working theory is that nobody wants after the world ends, they just need. Need to sleep, need to eat, need to fight. Anything to survive one more fucking day. It’s all any of you can ask for. 

So do you want him, or do you need him? 

And what about him? Joel fucking Miller, with his reinforced concrete walls and heavy heart. Was he ever capable of wanting? 

“Joel,” you reach out to touch him, beckoning him to meet you halfway. 

His eyes flick to your outstretched hand, then back to your face. He shakes his head, as if declining the offer, but you don’t retreat. You sit up and crawl across the bed to him. 

The column of his throat bobs, head rocking back as he watches you come to a stop. He almost lets you touch his cheek when you try again, but snatches your hand away before you can make contact. 

“Don’t,” he warns, the tone of his hushed voice deadly serious. 

He squeezes your fingers while you study his stonewalled expression, tilting your head at him, “Why did you ask me that earlier? If I’m still seeing Bert?”

“I was curious.” 

“Curious why?” 

His lips part, then close, gaze dropping to your mouth. 

Heat pulses through every inch of your body. You drop your voice to a breathy whisper. 

“Were you thinking about what you did to me?” 

Something flickers behind his eyes when they snap onto yours. It draws you in, urging you to scoot so close your knees butt-up against his jackknifed leg. 

“You fucking loved it, didn’t you?” you ask quietly, smirking a little when his stern face twitches, “You loved how it felt to make me surrender—” 

The dull throb of his tightening grip around your hand makes you gasp. A rumble slips from his chest, which could be read as a warning if you had an ounce of self-control left. If you didn’t need him to combust. 

You let your gaze drift from his burning gaze down the slope of his nose to his lips, “Do you think about it every time you see me, like I do with you? How fucking good it felt?” 

“It was wrong—” 

“Then why are you here?”

Your question comes out louder than you expected. It ricochets through the charged space between his body and yours, popping the bubble of awareness around you. 

All the little sounds you picked up on earlier seep back into the foreground. FEDRA patrolling. The whiz-pop of firecrackers going off maybe a block away. A faint murmur of conversation in the upstairs unit. 

He holds your stare, but doesn’t make a sound until a snore rips from your mom’s chest, signaling crisis averted. When he speaks, his words come out hushed and calm. 

“You need to be quiet. Understand?” 

The command liquifies your bones. 

You lick your lips and nod, “I understand.” 

“Good.” He studies you as if deep in thought, finally releasing your hand to pinch your chin and assert, “You know why I’m here. Stop pretendin’ you don’t.” 

It’s hard not to fall in line when he’s looking down at you like this, all hot-blooded and self-assured. Cocky, almost. But you try to push his buttons anyway. 

“I thought it was wrong.”  

“Don’t get cute with me. Yes or no?” 

Your pulse flutters. Tongue goes numb. All you can do is nod. 

He jostles your head a little, “Say it.” 

“Yes.” 

“Say yes please.” 

“Yes please.” 

He works his jaw back and forth, studying you, then tugs your shirt.

“Take this off.” 

While you pull the offending garment over your head and toss it aside, Joel moves further onto the mattress, leaning back against the wall. 

You follow him, swallowing the static buzzing in your throat as he ushers you onto his lap. The scrape of his rough hands on your waist may as well be a live wire crackling across your skin. He pulls you closer and closer until your belly presses into the worn cotton of his shirt. The heat between your legs settles on his stiff length. When he twitches against you, a heady electric current courses through your body and coaxes a whimper from your lips. 

It seems too intimate to look at him, so you cast your gaze downward. Your shaky hands lay flat against his chest, absorbing the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat beneath your palm. 

Being with him like this feels strange. Not strange how it sometimes is with a new partner, that clumsiness before you know how your bodies work together. 

It’s strange in a fucked up out-of-context sort of way. Of course, growing up around him never conditioned you to think of him like this. Joel fucking Miller, with his scarred-up knuckles and unending apathy. The only man who could make big brown eyes like that seem cold. 

All those years, you never considered him anything more than an obstacle. 

Even then, if there was some tiny shimmer of attraction lingering under your skin, a piece of you that wanted more from him, you never thought he could feel so solid and soft and alive. You never dreamed he could make you feel so fucking good.

“This stays between us,” he tells you, more of a command than a request. 

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” 

The tips of his fingers dig into your hips, and he purrs, “You’ve been good for me, haven’t you?”

You preen at the warm timbre of his voice, body arching into him as you breathe, “Yes.”

Under your touch, his muscles tense. He exhales hot against your cheek and guides your hips in a rocking motion, slow and steady, rubbing all those aching nerves hard against him. 

“You liked it, too. Didn’t you? How I fucked you last time?” 

A low-frequency hum throbs deep inside you, amplifying every sensation tenfold. You nod, rolling your hips faster, “I did, I liked it.”

“Yeah, you liked it? Or did you fucking love it?” he hisses, “Dirty little slut like you. Bet you loved getting fucked in the ass, didn’t you?”

“Oh my god, Joel—” 

“Tell me.”

“Yes yes yes I fucking loved it—” 

Too loud. 

He ceases all movement, locking you in place with a steel grip. All ten of his digits bury themselves in your skin. The exquisite pain makes you gasp. 

“Hush.”

You clamp down on your lips in an attempt to stifle yourself. Each heaving breath wiggles down to your core and back. 

“Look at me.” 

If you do, you’ll dissolve at the edges. You know it. You are sugar paper and he is a humid room and you are so incredibly fucked. 

Pinching your eyes shut harder, you shake your head and whisper, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” 

“I’ll come if I do.” 

The confession makes him throb underneath you. He husks, “Do it, look at me.” 

You do. 

Even in the shadows you can make out his features, his parted lips and hooded gaze. The desire etched into his face as he stares at you, looking mystified in a way you’ve never seen before. Heat percolates beneath your skin, sending your heartbeat racing. 

His hips arch into you just so, then he pulls you in and pushes you back, rubbing your body against his, “Do you wanna come? Come for me just like this?” 

“Please—please,” you whine, feeling pleasure branch out from your middle as he slides you back and forth, “Please I wanna come for you it’s been so long—” 

“Will you be quiet?” 

Swallowing a moan, you nod frantically. 

His eyes flicker around your face and he breathes, “Go ahead.”

You’re not sure if it’s the flames in his eyes or the fact that you haven’t had an orgasm in almost two months, but the second he gives you permission, the ecstasy you tried so hard to contain spills over the edges and floods your body. It pulses through you hot and hard and makes your mind go white. You have to clasp your hand over your mouth to muffle the guttural noises that try to escape. 

“That’s it,” he coos from far away, still grinding your twitching body against him, “There we go. That’s my good girl, hmm?” 

“Oh my god—” you whimper at the sharp aftershocks that shoot through you, “It feels so good, Joel, fuck—” 

“Do you wanna come again?” 

Nodding, you link your hands behind his neck and set yourself in motion, rubbing against him a little faster than his set rhythm. His eyelids flutter as he throws his head back, the muscles under his shirt going taught. Beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, he’s hard as a fucking rock. 

Releasing the tight grasp on your hips, he roams up your sensitive skin to your breasts and tests their weight before squeezing. It shoots through you, the pleasure and pain indistinguishable, just a throbbing rush of need. Your breathing comes in heaving gasps and you pinch your eyes shut again, tilting your head towards the ceiling as you once again find yourself struggling to keep quiet. 

“Eyes on me,” he reminds you. 

You snap them open and meet his. 

“Good girl.” 

And—god, the way he looks at you, his gaze hungry and wild. Fucking maddening. Simultaneously, you wish he would stop—the contact too intense, too intimate—and pray that it never fucking ends. 

Heat bubbles up inside you. You bury your fists in his hair and roll your hips faster, chasing the scorching need for more. 

He hisses and pushes back against your thrusts, murmuring, “That’s it, grind that pussy on me, make yourself feel good.” 

“Fuck—fuck yes, it feels so fucking good—” 

“I can feel how fucking wet you are, leakin’ all over me. You do love it, don’t you, baby?”

You start to tremble and nod, trying your hardest to whisper when you tell him, “Yes yes yes I do I fucking love it—I wanna come again, can I please come again, please please—” 

“Listen to you. So good, askin’ for permission.” He brings a hand to your face and brushes his knuckles against your cheek, “Such a quick learner.” 

“Joel—” 

“Do it. Make yourself come again.”

Something untethers inside you. Heartbeat pounding behind your ears, you work your body against him in jerky movements, each one more delicious than the last. His eyes burn into yours, all heavy-lidded and lust-blown in the darkness, watching your face twist up with pleasure as the hot gooey feeling between your legs stretches wider and wider, then overtakes you completely. 

You give in to it with a shattered breath, burying your face against his shoulder to muffle your moans. He holds you down, making sure you smother your cries in the damp cotton of his t-shirt as wave after electric wave washes over you. 

When your spasms start to peter out, and your rolling hips come to a stop, he releases his stronghold to pet your hair. Your heaving chests meld together, breath syncing up into a steady ebb and flow as he smooths his palm up and down your spine. 

For a moment, it’s just this. Just the soothing motion of him rubbing your back, calming your boneless body. Soft and quiet with everything else stripped away. 

Emotion swells in your chest and tingles up your throat, behind your eyes. You try to hide it, the fact that you’re crying, but it becomes obvious when a sob escapes you. 

Joel shifts a little, then tilts your chin up to meet his eyes. He searches your face and frowns, furrowing his brow. 

“I’m sorry,” you wipe your tears and cast your eyes downward, “I—I don’t know why this is happening, I’m sorry. I’m stupid.” 

“No—hey, no,” he assures you, “It’s fine.” 

You shake your head. 

“Look at me,” he commands, and when you do, he cups your cheek and holds your gaze, “It-it’s normal to feel… emotional. Really, it’s ok.” 

The warmth and sincerity of this—his touch, his eyes, his words—makes your heart stutter. It curls up inside you and sedates your jumpy nerves. 

You sniffle and nod, “Ok.” 

His adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he studies you, bringing his hands to your waist. The longer you stare at each other, the more all the subtle signs of his lust come back into focus. How his tongue peaks out to wet his lips when he looks at your mouth. The heavy thudding of his heart. His strained breath and throbbing cock. 

Your gaze drifts to his lips. A needy, aching desire simmers at the base of your spine. It seems wrong to kiss him. More sensual than sexual, rooted in something he will never have for you. But still, you wonder. 

You wonder how soft his plush lips would feel against yours. How he would taste. Whether or not he would use tongue, or teeth, or both. 

Your fingertips twitch hesitantly towards his mouth. He doesn’t pull away or admonish you, even though you give him ample time to protest. When you make contact, smoothing your touch over the pillow of his bottom lip, he murmurs against your fingers, “I’m not your boyfriend. I’m never gonna be, either, I wanna make that clear. That’s not what this is.”  

“I know you’re not my fucking boyfriend, Joel.” You scoff at the thought, “Boyfriend. I don’t want that. I don’t need a boyfriend. What I need…” you watch your touch drift from his mouth to his jawline, where you scrape your nails through his scruff, “What I need is someone to fuck the thoughts out of my head.” 

“Fuck the thoughts outta your head,” he repeats, almost a chuckle, “That’s what you need, huh?”

“That’s what you need, too. Isn’t it?” 

Something smolders behind his gaze as he searches your face. 

“You can use me, you know. Take whatever you need from me. Use me like a fuck toy, Joel, I fucking need it.” 

His whole body reacts to your request, muscles flexing taught as he clenches his jaw.

You bat your lashes at him and pull yourself close enough to feel his breath on yours when you ask, “Don’t you need a little fuck toy like me, daddy?” 

“You’re a sick girl, you know that?” 

“You like it.” 

Neither of you can deny the other’s accusation, resulting in a stand-off that tingles beneath your skin and makes your heart pound in your throat. 

Subconsciously, you rock your hips forward and suck in breath when his cock throbs against your clit. He pushes back, flooding your veins with fire, “Are you gonna keep quiet if I fuck you?” 

“Are you gonna shut me up if I can’t?” 

He lets out one single amused chuckle, then asks, “Are you really tryna test me right now?” 

Suppressing a smile, you shake your head. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Something in the way he says it blooms heat in your chest. His tone teasing, almost playful. 

He gives your ass a light smack, then tugs at your underwear, “Take these off.” 

You roll off him onto the mattress and slide them down your legs while he stands to strip naked. Seeing his cock makes your body hum. It stands at attention, bobbing a little when Joel catches you staring. 

Sidling up to the bed, he beckons you closer, so you follow his silent guidance and crawl over to him, wrapping your hand around his thick length. You glance up at him, licking your lips as you await further instructions. 

“Get it nice ‘n’ wet for me.”

Nodding, you bring your mouth to the head of his cock, exploring first with your tongue, licking up the salty dribbles of lust. You taste a hint of yourself on him too, arousal that soaked through his boxers and marked him yours. Temporarily, at least. At least for tonight, or at least for right now. 

A pleased rumble erupts from his chest when you wrap your lips around him and start to slide up and down his shaft. He feels solid and warm and fills your mouth completely. The first time he hits the back of your throat, you gag and pull off him, working him with your hands as you catch your breath. 

“Do it again.” 

You take him in your mouth, rutting up and down a few times before sitting up taller to drive him down your throat. He buries his fists in your hair and thrusts his hips forward, “There we go, that’s it—fuck, you’re so fucking good at that.” 

His praise sparks at your core. You whine around his cock and bob against his thrusts. It doesn’t matter that you can’t breathe. You don’t need oxygen, you just need this. The sting of his grip prodding your movements, the raw stretch of him fucking your airway, the wet squelch that fills the room. 

When he yanks your head back and unclogs your throat, you gasp for breath and stroke him with both hands, churning his slick length. Fire roars in his eyes when you look up at him. 

He grabs your chin and husks, “Say thank you.” 

“Thank you.”

He smacks your cheek and grabs your chin again, “Say thank you for fucking my face.” 

“Thank you for fucking my face, I fucking love it—”

“Say please can I have some more.” 

“Please can I have some more, daddy?” 

Stifling a groan, he crams it back in your drooling mouth, down your throat, snapping his hips in sharp, quick thrusts that make you gurgle with pleasure around him. Far away, you hear him panting, “Take it take it take it—”

The chorus makes your body tingle. You think about your mom sleeping in the other room, how there’s just a wall between her and this. How she could wake up at any moment and follow the muffled, hedonistic noises. How she would find Joel balls deep in your mouth and you giving him something she never could: control. 

This time when he pulls you off his cock, he uses his white-knuckle grip on your hair to make you flip over and turn around, ass in the air towards him. 

The head of him nudges up against the tight ring of your asshole. You hear a wet splat, then feel the heat of his spit trickling down between your cheeks. Your body clenches with anticipation as he smears it around. 

“Remember, you gotta relax,” he murmurs, releasing your hair to smooth a palm against your spine. 

You inhale a deep breath and exhale the tension from your muscles, letting your heart melt into the mattress. 

“Good girl,” he arches forward, breaching your entrance. 

The sharp sensation splits you open. It pulls a wanton moan from your lips that rings through the silent apartment like a siren. 

Yanking you up by your hair, Joel secures your back to his humid chest and clasps a hand over your mouth. Stars invade your field of vision as he drives his cock deeper and deeper, only stopping when he can’t go any further. You sob against his palm, so he pulls it down harder, muffling the noise until you stop. 

Everything goes silent and still, but you can’t even bring yourself to worry that you woke her. Not when all you can hear is your thudding heart and his ragged breath, coarse with what you assume is rage or lust or both. Not with his lightning rod cock vibrating hot up your middle. 

It doesn’t matter that she could walk in to find her common-law husband fucking your ass, or that this discovery would burn all your lives to the ground. All you care about is more. More stimulation, more attention, more Joel—more more more—

You try to move your hips in an attempt to create friction, but his vice grip renders you immobile. So you stay in place and try not to make noise as the flames lick at your insides. You squirm and ache and claw at his arms while he muffles your whimpers. 

Then your mom snores in the other room. 

He pulls his hand from your mouth and you gasp for air. 

Thinking you can get ahead of the inevitable scolding, you plead, “I’m sorry—” 

He drags his cock out of your body, then plunges it back inside, all the while hissing, “If you’re gonna be my little fuck toy—” 

“Holy fuck—”

“—You have to be fucking quiet. Do you understand?” 

Nodding, you gasp, “I understand, I’ll do better, I promise—please just fuck me, please please—”

You strangle a moan in your throat when he slips a hand between your legs and draws tedious circles on your clit. 

“Try ‘n’ breathe through it,” he coaches, “I’ll go slow for you this time, ok? Just remember, shut the fuck up and take deep breaths.” 

You suck in air until your chest is full, then release it, restricting its flow through a narrow space between your lips. You do it again. Tension begins to melt from your bones. It has a clarifying effect, allowing you to relish in the heat of his touch. You take another deep breath, only hitting a snag when Joel starts to rock his hips. 

It feels fucking unreal. Rough and raw, the steady drag of his cock fills you with static electricity over and over. 

“Oh fuck—”

“Shhh…”

Your inhale stutters, but you regain control on the exhale. Everything disappears except him. His heated skin sticking to yours. How fucking full he makes you feel with each thrust. The thick swell of pleasure that accumulates every time he flicks his wrist. You surrender to all of it, to Joel, entrusting him with everything except your breath. 

“That’s it, baby, let go.” 

“It feels ssso gooood,” you whisper, head rolling back onto his shoulder, “Nothing’s ever felt this good, holy shit—”

His lips tickle your ear as he purrs, “Such a good little fuck toy, aren’t you, baby?”

You gasp a little when the velvet of his tongue rolls against your pulse. Nodding, you reach back behind his neck to scrape your fingernails through his curls. He does it again, this time sealing his lips to suck on the sensitive skin. Your heart pounds thick and hot through your body. The edges peel back at the corner of your mind. You push back against his thrusts, panting out subdued whimpers as the fire in your belly begins to spread. 

“Do you wanna come?”

“I do, I wanna come—oh my god I wanna come, please make me come, daddy—”

His hand covers your mouth and holds you down so he can fuck you harder, stretching you out wide and filling you deep. He works your clit faster. The bed frame thumps against the wall in a frantic rhythm that matches the wet slap of his thrusts. Tears prick your eyes and heat swells beneath your skin, pressure building more and more until you think you can’t fucking take it anymore—

His palm smothers your moans as you fall apart, breaking into a million pieces and coming back together again with a choked sob. Joel buries his face in the crook of your neck and groans as his hips snap forward, then stutter to a stop. 

The two of you go slack propping each other up, too loose-limbed and lethargic to peel yourselves away at first. He makes the first move to separate, though, uncovering your mouth to brush the damp hair from your forehead, “You ok?” 

“Yeah,” you tell him instinctively, then second-guess yourself and look up to meet his eyes, “I mean, I don’t know. I think so.” 

He studies you, nodding. 

Hesitation buzzes in your chest when you contemplate whether or not to return his question. It seems unlikely he’d cooperate even if you wanted to know the answer.  So instead, you give him his out. 

“Is this goodnight, then?” 

“Suppose it is.” 

A flicker of something passes between your bodies as you stare at each other. It feels so hot to the touch that you chicken out, glancing away as you whisper, “Will you do something for me before you go?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Tuck me in?” 

The noise that comes out of him is half-grunt, half-chuckle. Joel for, ‘You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.’ But he obliges, pulling his soft cock from your body at a mercifully slow speed before allowing you to make yourself comfortable. He sorts out your blanket and drapes it over your body, then starts fishing his clothes off the floor. 

Tugging his shirt over his head, he asks, “Need anything else, princess?” 

You’re sure it’s a dig, but choose to ignore it as you snuggle into the covers and hint, “Don’t make me wait so long next time.” 

He sits down at the edge of your mattress and threads his legs through the boxers, “I’ll make you wait as long as you need to. What else?”

“Mmm. Goodnight kiss?”

“Goodnight kiss,” he scoffs to himself, then looks back over his shoulder at you, “Fine, then I’m goin’ to bed.” 

He turns to face you more directly, folding a knee onto the bed as he leans in and tilts your head to the side, pressing a gentle kiss into your cheek. Even though you wish he had kissed your lips, you close your eyes and savor the affection while you can. 

After murmuring goodnight, Joel leaves. He crawls back into bed with your mother while you memorize the sound of his retreating footsteps.

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Warnings: Sexual content. 18+, MDNI, NSFW.

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Middle of the Night - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Levi has been so wrapped up in his work lately, so much so that it’s taken a negative toll on your relationship. The sleepless, solo nights sleeping in your far-too-large bed with his cologne wafting in his shirt you wear as he stays at the office for the night, the relentless demand of paperwork, mission after mission… you knew being with him was part of the deal, his demanding title. But this has been going on for weeks. You have been spending more time alone than with him. 

When Levi is swamped with work like he has been, his libido becomes nonexistent. Times like this, his position takes up every space in his mind. And while he always has space for you, sex is just not on the table. Neither of you have had sex, or came at all, in over a month. Whenever you tried to make yourself cum, it didn’t feel as good as when he did it. His fingers know you better than your own. They touched the right spots, dug into the right nerves. You need to hear his beautiful, lustful moans to climax. Your pussy loves him. You both know it. 

Tonight is quiet. Again. And you know Levi isn’t going to come home. If he was, he would’ve by now. You sit on the couch next to the fireplace as you struggle to concentrate on reading a book with a blanket drifting over your lap. You find your mind wandering. Your brain repeats the same paragraph over and over again. It’s just not sticking or making sense to you. All you can think of is how this situation is so bullshit, that you deserve more attention than what you’ve been getting. Anger brews in the pit of your stomach as your gaze becomes fixated on the fire. You slam the book shut in frustration. 

After taking a hot shower, brushing your teeth, and doing your other things in your nighttime routine, you lay in the same cold bed. You hoped that the shower would’ve calmed you down, but it only distracted you. That deep, dark, heavy feeling in your chest is back. But still, you try your damndest to sleep. You can feel the shadows under your eyes growing with each minute you stay tossing and turning. After what feels like hours, you check the clock: 1:19 AM. 

“Fuck this.”

You throw the duvet to the side and rip yourself out of bed. After padding to the bathroom with haste, your hands gripping the edges of the porcelain sink as you look at yourself in the mirror there. You have an idea. A brilliant one. But you aren’t sure how he’s going to react or take it. Your head shakes. 

“Fuck it.” 

About an hour later, you’re dressed and waiting for a horse and buggy. The bold color that plays upon your lips is unfamiliar and uncomfortable, as well as the black heels that make you at least four inches taller than you actually are. Your hair is in the way that Levi likes it best. The cool night breeze sweeps past your bare legs and neck, and upward into the depths of your blood-red trench coat. Goosebumps rise on the back of your neck. Whether it’s because of the chilly outside temperature or your nervousness, you aren’t entirely sure. 

And before you know it, you’re walking down the long military corridor that leads to Levi’s office. The crisp clicks of your heels bounce against the titan-tall floor-to-ceiling windows. You carry just a single candle in your right hand for light. Everything else is eerily dark. You pray that nobody else is awake or wandering the halls this late at night, especially none of the cadets. You know neither you or Levi could ever live that down. 

You raise your hand to knock on his office door, but hesitate. Your nails dig hardly into the fleshy heel of your palm. Maybe this is a bad idea… maybe Levi will get really upset that you came here dressed as you are with the risk of being seen by a cadet simply using the restroom, potentially jeopardizing his reputation and respectability as Captain of the Scouts. 

God, that is the last thing you want. You should’ve thought about these consequences prior to arriving here or doing this at all. 

But you’re here now. And you have to see your plan through. 

Your fingers come into contact with the dark wooden door three times. You wait a few moments. No response. You let a couple more seconds pass and knock again, this time a little louder. Nobody comes to the door. Your eyebrows furrow. Your hand reaches for the door handle and twists. It’s unlocked. 

You peer in from behind the door. The fireplace near his desk is roaring with life. As you scan the immediate surroundings of the room, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. You let yourself in and close the door quietly behind you. Your feet slowly carry you to his desk. The stack of papers neatly organized on it catches your eye. As you look over it and try to understand it, you don’t know what it all means. Sure, you were in the Scouts… but that was another lifetime ago. Levi was just a mere fellow cadet back then. He moved up in the regiment extremely quickly, and with that came some growing pains. Still, you and Levi endured it all. This bump you two are going through is no different. 

A sigh leaves your lips as you scan around the room once more. You begin to wander around the office. You take a candle with you. When you open the door to the bathroom and wave the flame into it, to no surprise, it’s empty. Smells like it was recently cleaned, too, with the scene of crisp lemon in the air. You turn on your heel and continue to explore. 

As you approach the door that leads into his sleeping quarters, you freeze in your tracks. Your heart leaps into your mouth when you hear a quiet moaning. Walking on your toes in an attempt to be stealthy, you carefully press your ear to the hardwood. Your knees nearly give out when you hear him moan out your name. Without even having a say in the matter, you find yourself opening the door.

What you see before you is breathtaking: Levi, completely naked on his bed, with a white-knuckled fist around his dick. 

You expect him to stop once he sees you. But he doesn’t. In fact, he goes faster. You set the candle down on the bedside table and look down at him for what feels like forever for you both. Your pussy is flooding more and more with each passing moment. You plant your hands beside his head and swing a leg over to straddle his hips. And with one swift tug at a ribbon of fabric, your coat drops from your shoulders and is thrown to the side, leaving you completely naked with the exception of the heels.

“I have to be dreaming,” he mutters, looking up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You lean over and make him look you in the eyes. 

“How long have you been going at it?” 

“Just started, actually…” he breathes and brings a thumb up to your bottom lip. “This color looks good on you.” 

He refers to your lipstick. You use the tip of your tongue and trace over the pad of his finger. 

“Good. Because I want it to be all over us by the time we’re done.” 

Your lustful words force him to wrap an arm around your waist and slam you down into the mattress. You can barely catch your breath before his mouth is on yours in a needy, animalistic way. It’s been so long for you both. His usually calculated demeanor is completely melted away in the snap of a finger. His tongue slips into your mouth and strokes yours and a groan rips from the back of his throat. He nearly forgot how good you always taste, how your mouth can make him lose touch of reality in more ways than one. 

Levi’s penis is throbbing so hard that it’s almost painful and your arousal drips to the back of your ass. Your naked hips roll up into his with desperation for some contact, for something. Your pussy slides up against the underside of his length and it brushes against your clit. The simple action covers him with your slick. And you do this over and over again. He collapses onto you and reciprocates your gesture: he slowly rocks his pelvis onto yours. You two stay this way for a few moments before he props himself back up on his forearms so his face is hovering over yours. 

“Open up.” 

Your jaw drops open wide and you stick out your tongue as far as you can to obey his request. He does something that you don’t expect. A thick stream of spit slowly drops from his mouth into yours, it’s not the quick type of spitting that he normally does. When it lands on your tongue, you stay like that until he tells you otherwise. 

“Swallow.” 

You eagerly do as you’re told and open your mouth again to show him it’s gone. He hums in satisfaction. His fingers wrap around your jaw with care and very gently tap your face twice. 

“That’s my girl.” 

He carefully but hastily reaches over you into the bedside table drawer to retrieve a condom. He puts the corner into his mouth and uses his teeth to rip off the foil. It takes him a few tries to get it off enough to retrieve the condom inside. But seeing him so desperate, so needy for you, is something that you’d never get tired of or used to. 

Levi sits back on his heels as he carefully rolls the piece of latex onto his cock, pinching the tip of it as the cream-colored ring is slid down toward the base with his other hand. You cup your breasts with your hands and push them together as you impatiently wait for him to finish. Once he is, he leans over you and glides the tip up and down your wet slit. 

“I’ve missed this,” you confess, the words leaving your mouth faster than you can stop them. 

“Me too.” 

“Why didn’t you come home and make love to me if you were in the mood?” 

“I… I’m sorry. It was late, and I knew you were probably already sleeping. I just didn’t want to disturb you.” 

“You’re never disturbing me, Levi. Do you know how much this pussy’s missed you?” 

You take one of Levi’s hands and guide it to your sex. His fingers trace the folds and make small circles over your clit. His dick twitches. 

“Fuck… I do. Do you know how much this dick has missed you?” 

He replicates what you did, your hand wrapped around him tightly. He’s hard as a fucking rock. You can’t hold back a moan in response. You work your wrist in a gentle up and down motion while he continues to play with you. His eyes flutter closed when you tighten your grip on him. He buries his face into your neck and his hot pants fan across your naked skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the length of your spine. 

“Mine,” you whisper into the reddening shell of his ear. 

“Yours. All fucking yours, baby. Always.”

And with those words, you carefully grip the base of the condom and take it off. He jerks up and looks at you with a surprised expression that you’ve never seen in all your years of knowing him. 

“What?”

“No condom.” 

Levi’s breath is hitches in his throat. This would be your first time having sex without one. He licks his lips and takes a breath. 

“Are you sure?” he scans your face for any hesitation. 

You nod, “Yes.”

“I mean it,” Levi says your name. “Are you… absolutely sure?”

“Yes, Levi. I’m sure.” 

“Okay.” 

The condom is tossed to the side. His lips lower down and kiss yours gently, as if you are a fragile item that’s going to break at any given moment. You show so much reciprocation to tell him that you really want what you’re asking for. Your hands travel into his undercut and your fingers gently stroke the buzzed hair. He pulls away and touches his forehead to yours. 

He then pushes the tip of himself in and a quiet gasp drops from his lips. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him close to you. You need to feel him. His skin on yours. His hips slowly shift forward, inch by inch, until he bottoms out into you. God… it feels so much better already, and he hasn’t really done anything yet. It feels so full and satisfying. You involuntarily clench around him. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he strains. “I need a moment.” 

You kiss his temple, “Okay.” 

He stays still for a long time. You can hear him taking deep breaths in the crook of your shoulder. You rub soothing strokes along his back even though, more than anything, you want and need him to move. Eventually, he reels his hips back and pushes back in, going at the slowest pace you’ve ever seen him go. Still, all of it feels so good. Your eyes roll back in your head as you take in gasping breaths. 

You shift your hips up towards him to gain more leverage so he can go deeper. Your knees are higher up in the air. Levi notices this and lifts himself up. His hands find the backs of your thighs and his speed picks up. He plunges deep inside of you, pushing himself in all the way to the base into his pubic hair. All the while, he’s cursing and looks so infatuated with the current moment that it makes you even more aroused. He’s definitely drunk off your pussy. He’s never looked more sexy.

Here are the few things you can register: his moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours, and his cock buried so deep inside of you that it makes your head spin. Everything else doesn’t matter and is tuned out. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “So wet and tight.” 

“You like fucking this pussy raw?” 

“Fuck, I love it. God, baby...” 

You smile up at him in satisfaction and amusement. If Levi wanted your pussy, he could get it. Doesn’t matter when or where. In your mind, it isn’t even yours. It’s his. He knows this. 

Thank fucking god he’s finally claiming it in the way he should’ve been throughout the past couple of weeks. 

You briskly lick the pads of your fingers and rub fast circles around your clit. With your other hand and arm, brace yourself against the wall behind you to steady yourself onto his cock. Your moans become even louder than they were and your pelvic floor tightens in response. To Levi’s ears, nothing sounds better than you in pure ecstasy. 

He moans out in between thrusts, “Never fucking you with a condom again.” 

You nearly giggle in response and fervently nod your head in agreement, taking your lip in between your teeth. Levi’s dick twitches at the wondrous sight below him. All he can think about is how good you look taking his dick like this and how much he loves you. He slows his rhythm down for a bit, feeling the familiar hot sparks of an orgasm licking his groin. He wants to savor this. Savor you. 

“Get on top?” he breathes. You know it’s more of a command than a question. 

He hesitantly pulls out slowly and collapses beside you. The cold air is a stark contrast for him from being inside you. It sends a shiver up his body. Repeating earlier, you swing a leg over him so you straddle his hips. Not wanting to waste any time, you grasp him and push him into your pussy. His eyes roll to the back of his head and a pink tinge dances across the apples of his cheeks. You slowly lower down, inch by inch, onto him. 

When he’s all the way in, your hips shift up and down, and back and forth. It feels like he’s going even deeper than he was before, if that was even possible. His body bounces back into the mattress and pillows below as you fuck him without mercy. Your hands land on his pecs for leverage as you lose yourself on his dick. Him inside you is all you can think about. All you ever want to think about. His hands land on your ass with a harsh slap and help guide your movements. His grip is tight and unforgiving onto the flesh there. You’re sure you’ll see some bruises in the morning. 

“What the fuuuck…” he draws out, a slight feeling of annoyance taking over his thoughts as he notices that he’s close to that edge again. Still, you continue to ride him. “What the fuck, baby. What the fuck.” 

He needs more. He brings a hand to your spine and pushes you down onto his chest and wraps his arms around you. He brings his legs up and fucks up into you. Hard and fast. Unforgiving. You collapse completely onto him and hang onto his shoulder as the daylights are being fucked out of you. Over and over, the tip of his penis brushes up against that sweet spot behind your pelvic bone. His palm lands on your ass over and over again. 

“Leviiiii,” you call out as your voice shakes in between thrusts. 

“What, baby? Tell me what.” 

“Feels so good.” 

“Shit, I love making you feel good.” 

You’re back below Levi again, looking up at him. He didn’t bother to pull out and reposition. He’s smooth with it. The building pressure in your pussy grows with each thrust he gives you. Your moans become quieter the bigger and bigger that feeling becomes. 

“You’re gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my dick?” 

“Mhm, I’m close. Levi, don’t stop.” 

Levi continues his rhythm. He doesn’t speed up, he doesn’t slow down. He’s persistent and steady. He’s totally fixated on you as your legs begin to shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you repeat over and over until your voice goes out.

“That’s it. Cum for me, baby, cum for me.” 

You completely stiffen out beneath Levi when he comes down and kisses your neck as you ride out the high. Your nails dig into the straining of Levi’s back muscles and your heart feels like it’s about to explode in your chest. You want to scream from the pleasure you’re feeling but you physically cannot. Your body renders yourself mute. Strangled gasps and groans are all you can manage as your pussy convulses and squeezes around Levi’s cock. It takes everything in Levi’s power to not cum, too. He continues fucking you as you orgasm, brushing up against that spot again and again. 

You take deep breaths after the peak of the climax comes, becoming completely limp under the pressure of Levi’s body. He slows down before completely stopping and looks down at you. His eyebrows furrow when his hand comes up to your cheek and wipes away a tear or two that dripped down your cheek. 

“You okay?” he asks, full of concern. 

You nod your head and look at him through lidded eyes. 

“I think that’s the hardest you’ve ever came.” 

“Definitely,” you respond. 

“Want me to keep going?” 

“Yes.”

And with that, his hips start up again. As he does, your strength and your awareness returns to yourself and your body. There’s a certain squishing sound between you two that wasn’t there before. Then you remember. The feeling of him inside you without protection is such an arousing idea that you already want another orgasm. 

“I love your cock,” you babble out. “I want you to fuck me like this all the time.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I want you to fuck a baby into me.” 

You thought he’d stop at your confession, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t waiver. In fact, he picks up the pace just a tad. 

“You want that? You wanna have my kids?” he groans. 

“Yeah, Daddy, yeah. Fill me up. Give it to me.” 

“Fuck. Fuck, baby!” 

He pushes your calves up onto his shoulders so he’s balls deep inside you again. The expression on his face is almost like he’s in pain. Sweat is beading up on his forehead. His moans are louder and more frequent than ever. 

“I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?” 

“Inside me. Deep inside. Please, Daddy. Please, please, please…” 

“Yeah? You want my cum in you?” 

“Fuck, yes! I want you to cum inside me.” 

These simple words drive Levi off the edge. His voice heightens in tone and loudness as his dick twitches as rope after rope of cum spill inside of you. It’s a lot. The feeling is so divine, so much so that it unexpectedly makes you cum a second time. You squirm against each other as your tongues intertwine in the hottest of ways. 

It’s all so much, too much. But this is so needed and so overdue. Making up for lost time, as Levi always says. 

Levi stills himself after fucking his cum into you. Your pelvic floor throbs after your second orgasm, a primal feature of the female anatomy to pull his cum further in. You two are panting, struggling to catch each other’s breath. He lays down on you, not bothering to pull out, for a few minutes. It’s quiet for a while as you carefully stroke his hair. You both are exhausted. Even that is an understatement. 

“Are you okay?” you inquire softly. 

“Never better,” he rasps. “Are you?” 

“Never better.” 

He shifts and pushes himself up onto his forearms. He kisses your puffy, swollen lips as softly as he can. His hips retreat from yours and peers back to look at your pussy. When he sees some of his semen threatening to spill out, he carefully puts two fingers in to push it back in until he reaches his first knuckle. You moan out and squirm in response. 

When he takes them out of you, he looks at them a moment, admiring the opaqueness coating his fingers, before licking them clean. 

He smirks, “Do you want to have my children? Or was that something you said in the heat of the moment?”

Your cheeks redden. 

“I…” you begin. “I love you, Levi. I do want to spend the rest of my life with you. But It was the heat of the moment. But if that’s something we both want, we can talk about it.” 

“Hm,” he hums, hovering back over you and kissing your forehead and laying next to you. “I’m not sure if I want a couple of brats running around right now. But cumming inside that perfect pussy of yours, that’s definitely something I need.” 

You smile at him, “And to think you were gonna cum without me…” 

“You’re so greedy, I like that,” he muses. “But I promise you, I wasn’t going to cum. Just like to edge. My cum is for you.” 

You bite your lip and smile. You’re reminded of Levi’s cum inside you and you trace a finger over your slick entrance. It’s a strange feeling, almost like your period has unexpectedly come… but it’s a feeling you’re going to have to get used to. 

After all, there’s no way you two can go back now.

* * *

Author's Note: If anyone asks, yes, I was inspired by this song.

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[queenshelby]

Sweet Possession (Part 3)

Pairing: Very Dark! Thomas Shelby (32) x Innocent! Reader (19)

Warning: Age Gap, Smut

Later that day, just as you were waiting for your husband to return home, you couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety  in your stomach as you thought back to your strange encounter at the Italian grocer earlier that day.

The way the man's eyes had flickered down to the gun hidden beneath Isiah's jacket, before quickly averting his gaze. The memory sent a shiver down your spine and you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Despite that, you quickly put those thoughts aside as you heard Tommy’s footsteps carrying through the door of Arrow House.

You glanced at the clock hanging in the hallway, realizing that it was already shortly after eight o’clock in the evening.

Thomas walked into the reading room where you were sitting, nursing a glass of wine, the dinner you prepared waiting in the oven to stay warm. He was, still wearing his coat and looked somewhat tired. 

"I am sorry I am late , Love," he greeted you, dropping a quick kiss on your forehead.

"Is everything alright?" you asked your husband, concern etched in your voice as you gazed into his tired eyes. You noticed that there were faint lines around his eyes that you hadn't seen before.

"Yes , everything's fine," Thomas assured you, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, trying not to let your suspicions get the better of you.

"Good. I'll go and serve dinner then," you said, standing up from the sofa and making your way into the kitchen but, just as you stood up, you noticed some red blood stains on the collar of his shirt which he was clearly trying to hide by leaving on his coat.

Nonetheless, you decided not to address it, giving Thomas a reassuring smile before you walked off.

"I should have a shower first, Love. It has been a long day," Thomas told you truthfully in passing, his voice still low but there was a lilt to it, like he was keeping something from you.

"That's fine. Just come down when you are ready," you called after him from the hallway and he gave you a quick nod and a smile before disappearing upstairs.

Minutes later...

The dinner that you had prepared was delicious. The meat had cooked to tender perfection and the rich, earthy flavor of the mushrooms you had picked from the forest earlier that week complemented the dish beautifully. The aroma alone was enough to make your mouth water.

Carefully, you removed the dish from the oven and set it on the table in the nearby dining room, lighting the candles that you had arranged in its center. You had always loved setting a nice table, believing that food always tasted better when it was presented beautifully.

You had spent many hours as a young girl watching your mother, a talented cook, prepare meals for your family. Now, you were proud to use the skills she had taught you.

You had just finished setting the table when Thomas walked into the dining room, his dark hair still damp from his shower. He was wearing a clean white shirt and dark trousers, looking both comfortable and sophisticated. His face was free of stubble and his eyes sparkled with warmth as he looked at you.

"Something smells good," he commented, walking over to where you stood by the table and giving you a kiss.

You blushed, always feeling a little shy when Thomas praised you. 

"Thank you," you responded, making a small curtsy before taking your seat at the table. Thomas chuckled, sitting down across from you and reaching for the glass of whiskey you had already placed in front of him, knowing how much he enjoyed a drink as he dug into the food. 

"I enjoy cooking. In fact, I was thinking about doing some work at the local orphanage. The children there could really do with some decent meals , and it would give me a chance to feel useful," you told Tommy as you served yourself up some food as well, never enjoying the maids doing it for you. 

Thomas raised an eyebrow at this, studying you closely. "You want to work at the orphanage?"

You nodded, taking a sip of your wine. "Yes. I know how much you support local charities and causes. You're always helping people in need, and I want to do my part too."

Thomas smiled at this, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "That's very thoughtful of you, Love. I'm sure the children will appreciate it," Thomas replied, gazing at you with a softness that made your heart flutter. "But remember, Love, the world can be a dangerous place for a young woman and you, of all people, should know that, eh." 

"It's an orphanage, Tommy. It's not the Garrison," you chuckled, recalling the night he had saved you from a less than favorable situation.  Thomas cocked an eyebrow, his face growing serious.

"I know that, Love. But even so," he began to say, before trailing off, collecting his thoughts. "I will send Isiah with you," he then said, shaking his head and you stared at Thomas for a moment, surprised at the intensity of his words. It was clear that he was deeply concerned for your safety, and you couldn't help but feel touched by his protective nature.

"You are always so worried about me ," you told him with a soft smile, reaching across the table to take his hand in yours. He met your gaze with a steady one of his own and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"It's my job to worry about you, Love," Thomas replied, his voice low and earnest. "You're my wife, and I want to keep you safe."

The two of you finished the rest of the meal in relative silence, the only sounds being the soft clinking of silverware against china and the occasional sip of whiskey or wine.

Thomas watched you closely, his gaze warm and affectionate. He had always been a protective man, although sometimes his methods could be a little unconventional. But you knew that in his heart, he always had your best interests at heart.

As you finished your meal and pushed your plate away, Thomas leaned back in his chair and gave you a small smile. "I have something I want to show you," he said, his voice low and mysterious.

You raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued. "What is it?" you asked and Thomas smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"It's a surprise, Love," he said, standing up from his chair and offering you his hand. "Come on, I'll show you."

You took his hand and let him lead you out of the dining room and down the hallway to his study. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a soft glow over the large wooden desk that dominated the space. Thomas closed the door behind you and crossed over to the desk, reaching for something behind it.

It was then that you noticed a large painting leaning against the wall, wrapped in thick brown paper.

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" You asked, unable to hide the excitement in your voice. Thomas chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Patience, Love," he murmured, carefully unwrapping the painting to reveal an exquisite work of art. It was a portrait of you , a stunningly accurate depiction of your likeness, down to the last detail. Your eyes were wide with surprise as you took in the image of yourself, feeling a little self-conscious under Thomas' intense gaze.

"It's beautiful," you breathed, reaching out to touch the canvas. The brushstrokes were delicate and precise, capturing the softness of your skin and the warmth of your smile. You had never seen anything quite like it before.

"I had it commissioned as a wedding present," Thomas explained, his eyes never leaving your face.

"I wanted something to celebrate the woman you are, and the woman you're becoming."

His words sent a rush of warmth through you, filling your heart with a sense of love and pride. You had never felt so cherished, so adored. It was an incredible feeling, one that left you breathless and overwhelmed.

You stood there, hand still resting on the painting, heart pounding in your chest as you looked into Thomas' eyes. You could see the raw desire burning in his gaze, the hunger that told you he wanted you as badly as you wanted him.

"This is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me," you whispered, your breath hitching as Thomas stepped closer to you.

His hand reached out, gently grasping a tendril of your hair, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Thomas growled, his breath hot against your skin.

Your heart raced as he pulled you towards him, his lips crashing down onto yours in a passionate kiss that left you breathless.

"Tommy ," you gasped, your voice barely audible as his hands roamed over your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before cupping your breasts over your dress.

"Yes, Love?" Thomas murmured against your lips, his thumb teasing your nipples through the fabric until they hardened beneath his touch.

You moaned softly, arching your back into his touch as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a dance that was both familiar and thrilling.

Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as the hunger inside of you grew stronger.

"I want you, Tommy," you whispered hoarsely, your breath hot against his ear.

Thomas responded with a growl, his hands tugging at your dress until it slid down to your feet, leaving you standing there in nothing but your lacy underwear.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful," Thomas groaned, taking a step back to drink in the sight of you. "And you are mine," he added possessively, reaching out to trace the curve of your hip with his fingertips.

You shivered at his touch, feeling a pulse of desire low in your belly. You had never felt so desired, so wanted before. It was intoxicating.

"Yes, I'm yours," you whispered, reaching out to touch him in turn. Your hands found their way to his belt, the metal buckle cool against your skin as you undid it and slid it free from its loops.

Thomas groaned as you began to undo the buttons of his trousers, revealing the hard length of his cock beneath.

"Fuck, Love," Thomas gasped, his voice barely above a whisper as you wrapped your hand around him, feeling the velvety softness of his skin beneath your fingertips.

You pulled him forward, pressing your lips to his collarbone and trailing kisses down his chest as you unbuttoned his shirt and sank to your knees before him all at the same time.

The scent of him was musky and intoxicating, and you couldn't resist the urge to take him into your mouth.

"I have never done this before," you confessed, looking up at him with shy, yet eager eyes.

Thomas' expression softened at the admission, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. "I know , Love," he murmured. "I'll guide you." And with those words, you opened your mouth eagerly, waiting for him to make the first move.

Your tongue darted out, teasing his tip and tasting his pre-cum as it leaked out. Thomas moaned deeply, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you to take him deeper, urging you to taste more of him.

You complied eagerly, exploring every inch of him with your mouth as Thomas thrust gently into your throat. Your hands wandered up to his toned ass, pulling him closer as you sucked and licked with abandon.

Thomas' breath hitched as you drew back, gasping for air before sliding back down on him once more.

"Good girl ," Thomas grunted, guiding your head back down onto him.

You could feel the trembling in his legs as you worked him with your mouth, the intensity of his pleasure building to a peak.

"I'm going to cum, Love," Thomas warned, his voice low and strained. "Do you think you can swallow it?" Thomas asked, his voice tight with anticipation. You looked up at him, eyes wide, and nodded eagerly.

"Good girl," he praised you before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pumping his hips faster.

You worked your mouth up and down his shaft, feeling the throbbing of his cock intensify until finally, Thomas thrust deep into your throat and held it there as he came hard. You tried to swallow as much of him as you could, feeling the hot streams of cum coat your tongue before spilling out of the corners of your mouth.

You felt a sense of pride wash over you as you took it all in, Thomas's hips still thrusting as he emptied himself into your willing mouth.

Finally, with one last gasp, Thomas pulled out, his cock sliding free from your mouth with a wet, sucking sound. You looked up at him with a sense of accomplishment and longing, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of him.

Thomas reached down and gently brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment.

His eyes were soft, filled with love and admiration. You blushed under his gaze, feeling both proud and self-conscious at the same time.

"God, you're beautiful," Thomas murmured, his voice raw with emotion. "And so fucking sexy."

Your blush deepened at the compliment, but you didn't look away. Instead, you reached up and took his hand in yours, bringing it to your lips for a gentle kiss. Thomas smiled at the gesture, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your skin as he looked down at you with a hunger that made your heart race.

"Come here," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you."

You stood up, stepping closer to Thomas as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the evidence of your earlier efforts still slick against your thighs. The combined scent of him and of yourself left you heady, intoxicated by the smell of raw, unbridled sexuality.

His mouth found yours again, his lips claiming yours in a bruising kiss that left you breathless and trembling in his arms.

"I always wanted you to do things to me, on this big desk of yours," you giggled nervously  , your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Thomas's grin deepened, his hands roaming your body with a possessiveness that made you shiver.

"Then what are you waiting for, Love?" He murmured, his voice low and seductive.

You didn't need any more encouragement than that. Within seconds, you had pulled your underwear down your legs and climbed up onto the desk, positioning yourself so that your ass was right at the edge.

"So fucking perfect ," Thomas growled, his eyes burning with desire as he took in the sight of you spread out before him, ready and willing.

You felt a rush of heat flood your body, the thought of being so exposed heightening your arousal to new heights.

Thomas reached out, his hands tracing the curve of your waist before moving up to cup your breasts. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, sending pulses of pleasure straight to your core.

You moaned softly, arching your back and pressing yourself into his touch.

Thomas' mouth found yours again, his lips silencing your cries as his fingers continued to tease your nipples.

"You like that, Love?" Thomas asked, his voice low and sultry.

"Yes," you gasped, your breath hitching as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. "Please, Thomas."

Thomas grinned at the plea, his fingers leaving your breasts to trace a path down your stomach and towards the apex of your thighs.

"God, you're so fucking wet for me," Thomas groaned against your mouth, his fingers brushing through your folds before delving deep within you.

You gasped, your back arching off the desk as Thomas began to thrust his fingers in and out of you. Each stroke hit a spot deep within you, driving you wild with pleasure.

"Please Love, let me cum inside you ," Thomas groaned, his breath hot against your ear.

"No , I- I can't," you gasped, feeling the familiar fluttering deep within your belly.

"Please ," Thomas begged as, finally, he aligned himself with your wetness and thrust into you with one swift push, but you knew that if you let Thomas cum inside of you, there was a chance you could end up pregnant. And with your life the way it was, the last thing you needed right now was a child.

You shook your head, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as your husband bottomed out inside of you.

God, he felt amazing. But you knew that this was as far as you could go.\

"I am sorry," you whispered, your breath hitching as Thomas began to thrust his hips against yours, driving himself in deep and hard. "I-I can't. I'm sorry."

But Thomas seemed to understand.

"It's alright, Love," he murmured, brushing a stray curl from your face with a tender hand. "I'll just make a mess instead," he chuckled in between groans as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

Your nails dug into the desk, your breath coming in ragged gasps as Thomas's hips snapped against yours, his cock hitting that delicious spot inside of you.

"Fuck, yes," you gasped, your pelvis bucking to meet his thrusts. "Harder."

Thomas growled at the demand and obliged, his cock pounding into you with bruising force. You cried out, throwing your head back and bracing yourself against the onslaught of pleasure.

Thomas's thrusts became erratic, his breaths coming in short panting gasps.

"Fuck, I'm close Love," he groaned, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips.

You nodded frantically, feeling your own pleasure coiling deep within you. "Yes, yes," you gasped, your body trembling with anticipation as your own orgasm built within you.

Your nails dug into the surface of the desk even harder now as Thomas continued to drive into you with an almost brutal force. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body, your breasts bouncing in time with each stroke.

"Yes, Tommy! Oh god , I'm gonna cum!" You screamed as your orgasm tore through your body like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and trembling beneath him.

Thomas's thrusts became erratic as he too, found his release, his hot seed filling the air around you as he pulled out and used his hand to finish the job.

You collapsed back onto the desk, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Thomas leaned over you, his arms braced on either side of your head as he caught his own breath.

"Fuck, Love," he groaned before, suddenly, you were being interrupted by one of the maids.

The sound of a knock on the door broke through your haze of pleasure, and Thomas quickly pulled away from you with an annoyed expression on his face. You each gathered your clothes and Thomas barked, not bothering to conceal his irritation at being interrupted in the middle of such an intimate moment.

The maid, a young girl with mousy brown hair and a pinched expression on her face, looked at the ground as she spoke, knowing exactly what you had been doing, 

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but there's a matter that needs your immediate attention."

Thomas sighed heavily and rubbed his temples with his fingers. he asked, his voice clipped and impatient.

"It's the new shipment of whiskey, sir," the maid replied nervously. "The delivery driver says it was damaged during transport, and he refuses to hand it over until you inspect it yourself."

The maid's statement caught Tommy by surprise. "Y/N, go upstairs!" he ordered you in a way he had not spoken to you before.

"Excuse me?" you asked, annoyed with the way Thomas had spoken to you. You were still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm and, frankly, the last thing you wanted was him to snap at you like this. It was unlike him. 

Thomas let out a long-suffering sigh. "I am sorry Y/N. I shouldn't have spoken to you like this, but I need you to go upstairs and stay there. Please," he added as an afterthought, his voice softening.

"Fine ," you muttered, annoyance tingeing your voice as you slid off the desk and started to pull your panties back on, pulling them up beneath your dress. 

You couldn't help but feel irritated at the interruption, even more so at the tone Thomas had used with you. 

But you shook it off, reminding yourself that Thomas wasn't like that. He cared for you deeply, and you cared for him just as much. Maybe he was just having a stressful day.

When you arrived in the bedroom you shared with Tommy now however, you couldn't help but wonder what was really going on. A whiskey delivery at 10 o'clock seemed absurd and, with that in mind, you pulled aside the curtains and peaked out of the window .

Tommy was already standing outside, talking to a somewhat scary looking truck driver. But something was off. Tommy looked tense, his shoulders rigid and his expression stern.

The driver seemed to be making wild gestures, his hands waving around erratically as he spoke. And then, you saw it when the stranger opened one of the boxes on the back of his truck.

Inside there was no whiskey however, but instead, you saw something black, something that looked like rifles. A lot of rifles.  Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. Was this some kind of arms deal? And if so, why would Thomas be involved in something like that?

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[phantom-dc]

Jason is 19 years old.

He wakes up, startled by his phone. As he reaches for his phone, he tries to remember his dream. They always slip away. He understands the green swirls, that awful Lazarus color. But there are things floating around in there, that he can never remember. Picking up, he is greeted a familiar voice. Dick tells him they found a cult that had been kidnapping people and they are going to sacrifice someone tonight. Normally they can handle those, but since it’s technically in Red Hood’s area he decided to call. Jason sighs and tells him to send him the address, he’ll be there in 10. He knows that the Bats could handle a bunch of weirdo’s in robes, but if he lets them work in his territory without him, they might try to barge in more often. Can’t have that. It wasn’t that long ago they settled on their truce, but that doesn’t mean Jason was ready to become part of the family again, and giving them an excuse to come over more was out of the question. He puts on his uniform and helmet and leaves. The faster he can get this over with the better.

When he gets there he wasn’t expecting this. He had thought it’d be 5 guys with cheap candles and too much free time, but these guys were a bit more organized. About 30 of them, and all carrying blades. They had about 10 young women ready as sacrifices. That’s probably where they’re going to get the blood for the summoning circle from. Luckily they don’t seem hurt yet. Red Hood joined the fight, taking out a cultist by landing on him. Knocking another one unconscious, he sees Nightwing doing a flip and kick 2 cultists in the face. Extra fucker, you don’t need to do so many flips, you know. Or is he trying to show off for the girls? Nah, knowing him he just liked showing off in general. He rips the blade out a cultist’s hand and stabs him with it, before pulling it out and doing the same to 2 more. He spots Batman, who is throwing Batarangs at another group that tries to run away. He notices his disappointed glare. Well, Bruce can shove it. He didn’t even stab them that badly! If they get medical care they’ll probably survive. Jason gets closer to the middle of the room. As he breaks a cultist’s arm, he spots Red Robin. He is protecting the girls. Jason is caught off guard. He didn’t expect Tim to be here. Not after he went way too far. Tim probably thought Jason was trying to kill him back then. He really hadn’t been though, he just wanted to scare Tim off being Robin. But with the Lazarus still clouding his thoughts he’d gone overboard…

Suddenly Jason felt a pain on his neck. While he got distracted one of the cultists had managed to nick him right where the armor and his helmet met. A weak spot, Jason thought as he kicked the cultist away. Something to remember for the next armor. Behind him, his blood hit the summoning circle. A green glow gets everyone’s attention. The remaining cultists cheer. The circle worked! Their God would make them immortal! Jason wasn’t paying attention to them, stepping away from the circle that had started to bubble in the middle. Batman started barking orders, prompting Red Robin to save the hostages and Nightwing to start rounding up the remaining cultists. Batman himself seemed to be trying to call someone on his communicator. Who the hell could Bruce know that could help with this?

Suddenly a huge, white, clawed hand bursts from the circle, planting itself on the ground next to it, before a second hand, this one wearing a dark ring, did the same. As the ceiling impossibly becomes a night sky, a large black mass tries to pull itself out of the ground, as Jason hears Batman say something about the circle not having a shield. That can’t be good. The mass pulls itself from the ground, revealing a white-haired head, wearing a crown that immediately spreads a green/blue borealis around itself. Was the warehouse they were in always this tall? No, reality had warped just to accommodate this being’s size! Nightwing said it hurt to look at it, which confused Jason. He had no trouble with that. It opens its maw, and an icy fog escaped. It looked around, full green eyes scanning the room. Fearing it would notice the hostages, Jason did something he’d consider very stupid later. He yelled: HEY! It immediately got the being’s attention, lowering its head to get a closer look at Red Hood. It doesn’t move its maw, yet it speaks: You feel… familiar.

It brings it’s claw closer to Jason, in a manner that reminds Jason of a curious child. That doesn’t make him feel any better though. As the claw comes closer, it feels like time is slowing down. Jason can’t bring himself to move. Right before it can make contact, it is suddenly pulled away. Jason vaguely hears Batman reciting something from his communicator, as the being is sucked back down the circle. When it disappears, the warehouse returns to normal again. Batman thanks a ‘Constantine’ over his communicator. Red Robin reports to Batman the hostages are safe, and Nightwing reports that the police is here to arrest the cultists. Batman nods, before turning to Jason. He asks if he is alright, snapping Jason out of is daze. He tells Batman that he can handle himself, and that he is out of here. As he leaves, Nightwing mentions he didn’t cuss at them. That’s good!

At home Jason flops down on his bed. That had been way too intense. He felt like that being was trying to look straight into his soul. As he tries to fall asleep, one thing keeps him awake: It had called him familiar, and for some reason, Jason agreed. That being was familiar.

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[chuuyrr]

dazai celebrating his birthday with his scarlet witch! s/o

bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible bsd spoilers, fluff/comfort content

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which he celebrates his birthday with you, his beloved who just so happens to be the scarlet witch

dazai osamu was not one for birthdays.

he didn't even celebrate it and would simply consider it as another day as a part of the meaningless cycle he called life.

but that was until you came around.

[surname] [name], his beloved whom he had met and grown to love so dearly since joining the armed detective agency.

you had already planned for dazai's birthday when you found out about it, especially after your coworkers informed you how he just treats his own birthday like any other day, because who in the world doesn't celebrate their birthdays? not on your watch!

"things are going to be different!" was what you told them with a determined gleam in your [color] eyes as they glowed with red psionics.

you organized the entire birthday celebration slash surprise, and it was actually rather simple thanks to your all-powerful "wiggly-woos" magic, which even your lover can't negate because it was a reality-defying skill, but given how perceptive dazai is, it was still a bit challenging for you to lie and hide from him.

it was a good thing you had fukuzawa send him on an assignment so he wouldn't be bored while you worked on the preparations with your coworkers, and you may or may not have had to punish a ranpo-kun when you caught him trying to take a slice of the birthday cake you made.

it was finally june 19, and all of your efforts were worth it, and it was a pleasant surprise for dazai to come to work and find everyone in the office popping streamers in his faces and the entire office decorated with birthday decorations as you stood in the middle of everyone, holding a birthday cake that you baked yourself.

"happy birthday, osamu!" you greeted your boyfriend cheerfully, wearing a party hat like everyone else and holding out his cake for him.

you and the rest of the detective agency watched in awe and happiness as dazai's expression slowly faded into a rare look of astonishment, and it made your heart swell given how he's not one to be astonished given his inherent ability to infer and foresee results.

"you.. you guys didn't have to!" dazai exclaimed, blinking profusely and evidently caught off guard.

"of course we had to! you never celebrate your birthdays!" you exclaimed with a narrowed gaze but still held a soft, loving smile nonetheless.

"and besides, [name] planned this whole celebration out just for you, dazai," kunikida explained with a smile gracing on his lips.

"yeah! [name]-san even baked your birthday cake, dazai-san!" atsushi added.

dazai has had his fair share of relationships, but none of them had ever done anything like this for him, and hearing and seeing how much effort you put into this surprise made his heart race and miss a beat.

the celebration was basic but meaningful. there was candle-blowing, gift-giving, pleasant music playing in the background, happy exchanges of talk, and an entire feast for dazai.

kunikida once let pda off the hook in the detective agency since it was dazai's birthday and you handfed dazai boiled crabs and other meals you cooked yourself in addition to the birthday cake. dazai was a little flustered about it and tried to convince you otherwise, but you still babied and spoiled him regardless.

after a while, you had dragged him somewhere more private after work, where it was just the two of you holding each other's hands.

dazai was once again taken aback when his surrounds became consumed in your chaos magic's red psychic energy, his eyes wide with awe as you warped reality. he watched as his surroundings changed into an environment full with flowers and bright lights hanging from trees as fireflies flew around even.

everything was just romantic and peaceful.

dazai then approached you, wrapping his arms around you and pulled you to him as he rested his forehead on yours.

"your chaos magic never ceases to amaze me," dazai spoke softly, turning towards you after glancing at his newfound surroundings which had been altered down to a molecular level given your ability, "beautiful.. just absolutely perfect, my dear. thank you. just thank you."

"no need to thank me, osamu," you whispered softly, staring into his eyes with a genuine loving gaze, "you deserve it.. even if you don't think so."

"there you go again. reading my mind with your 'wiggly-woos'.." dazai chuckled with a sigh.

"well, it's not my fault your thoughts are so loud and that your ability can't nullify mine," you responded back with a soft giggle.

"that is true," dazai shook his head, sighing once more, but a genuine smile was still playing on his lips as he stared into your eyes, "but.. you know something, dear? this has got to be my favorite birthday so far."

dazai continued to smile before leaning in, pressing his lips against yours as you two began to sway and dance to the romantic music playing softly in the background, "thank you for making it special, [name]. i love you."

"i love you more, osamu," you said back to dazai, kissing him this time yourself in return, holding it a bit longer to make it more passionate and sweeter, "you deserve to have a special birthday, and more special birthdays like this in the future even."

"you really think i deserve special birthdays, darling?" dazai stared into your eyes with slight uncertainty.

"it's a celebration of your life, osamu. of you existing and still being here.. it's not just another year, but rather a chance and a milestone, you know?" you replied with a genuine and bright smile.

you then gently took one of his hands to cup your own face in it as you looked up at him, "you deserve to celebrate your birthdays, osamu, and now that i'm here, i'll always be here to do that with you from now on."

dazai's eyes lit up upon hearing your words.

you and dazai continued to sway and dance, and as the two of you did, dazai couldn't help but think of how special this birthday of his was, not just because of the surprise celebration or the boiled crabs you made in addition to the cake, but simply because of you.

dazai has indeed found the one. someone who actually cared about him; loved him, and it brought a genuine grin to his face, with the empty void in his chest being filled with your light and love, giving him a purpose in life, as he looked forward to celebrating his birthdays in the future now that he had someone like you to do so with.

[ author's note ! happy birthday to our babiest girl, dazai osamu. i hope you guys enjoyed reading this too! (๑>ᴗ<๑) ]

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[twst-kumi]

Weeping Maiden's dorm part 1

Here we go, the first part of the RSA dorm and its members. I will post the last three dorms and the staff after Chapter 2.

If you have any questions about any characters, feel free to ask. I would be happy to answer it.

Royaldawn Dormitory :

[Name] Yamada, she has similar feature from her brother but is seen as the pretty siblings. She was a child actor in her childhood to middle school.

Flora, she is Royaldawn Dormitory's self designated housekeeper. She love [Name] greatly as she remind her of her godchild Briar rose. She is obsessed with pink.

Apple Red :

Dorm leader

Neige Leblanche

17

Sophomore

Unique magic: True love kiss

Homeland: Shaftland

Vice leader

Ash Blueglass

18

Junior

Unique magic: midnight clock

Homeland: Shaftland

Belle-rose :

Dormleader

Henry Beaumont

19

Senior

Unique magic: Tale as old as time

Homeland: Fleur city

Vice leader

Candle Jr Rocktail

19

Senior

Unique magic: Showtime

Homeland: Fleur city

Dorm members :

Endy Stirling

17

Sophomore

Unique magic: Make-believe

Homeland: Clock town

Aurelius Dreamscape

16

Freshman

Unique magic: Once upon a dream

Homeland: Briar Valley

Whitecourt

Dormleader

Chess White

19

Senior

Unique magic: Wishful thinking

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Vice leader

Mercury Hat

20

Senior

Unique magic: 10/6

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Dorm members:

Jack Rabbit

18

Junior

Unique magic: Tick-tock clock

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Che'nya

18

Junior

Unique magic: Sneaky cat

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Alexis Lewis

16

Freshman

Unique magic: Eat me, drink me

Homeland: Queendom of rose

Kingsword

Dormleader:

Zhen YongWei

19

Senior

Unique magic: For our honor

Homeland: Empire of the Dragon (Far East)

Vice leader:

Mu Chen

215

Senior

Unique magic: Dancing dragon

Homeland: Empire of the Dragon (Far East)

Dorm members:

Heric Jupiter

17

Sophomore

Unique magic: Beyond the distance

Homeland: Island of hope

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[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

From the Ashes Pt. 28

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Thalina POV

Words: 1646

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 3.5  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35

Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Thalina always lit a candle for (y/n) as she was carried in the gentle arms of sleep. The flicker that accompanied the playful shadows behind it would surely keep her safe from harm.

“Sweet dreams, (y/n).” Thalina smiled and with a delicate touch closed the door. Behind her was the disapproving mug of the septa that Queen Rhaella had employed for the young (y/n). “Is something wrong?”

“You should put out that candle. What if caught on something and lit the whole room aflame? Prince Rhaegar would be sure that your punishment is severe for such a thing.”

Such a hooked nose, this one has. Thalina thought to herself all the while Septa Agostina spieled on about the dangers of fire as if she didn’t know already.

Continuing to keep her smile of honey and dew, Thalina nods. “I hear your concerns. But you don’t have to worry.”

That seemed to irritate the old crone even more but as she was about to spit something out, a maid scurries to push the septa ahead. Septa Agostina grumbled and shook her head.

They weren’t completely out of Thalina’s ear shot when they began to whisper.

“She is from Volantis. They have different customs than us.” the maid tries to soothe the red cheeked septa.

“Bunch of heathens they are worshipping false gods.”

Ah. Didn’t everyone believe their god was the one true god? And how did they know if she worshipped the Westerosi gods or not. Small minds, Thalina had to remind herself, are afraid of what they have not experienced out of the comfortability of their cages. More than likely neither of them had ever traveled to the beautiful land of Essos and visited Volantis. It was true that crime was rampant through the slums but what major society didn’t have such?

All she could do was sigh and continue to her room.

She missed home.

The beautiful sunrises and sunsets that she could see from her narrow window were so vibrant. Most days on Dragonstone consisted of clouds and gray. A chill prevalent in the air that had made (y/n) catch a cold many times. There was no beauty to the small island of Dragonstone. No matter. Thalina wasn’t there for the beautiful landscapes. She had an important duty ahead of her.

Once in her room she makes sure to snap the lock shut. Normally the doors of servants didn’t have locks. Faster access to them if there was an emergency. Thalina installed one herself. She possessed such items that could not be seen by anyone else.

Bed frame pulled out a few centimeters, she thrust her arm into the space between bed and wall. Fingers wiggled and searched desperately for a latch that opened a trapdoor below. The latch was in the most inconvenient place she could think of. Somewhere no one would immediately guess. Thalina bit her lip until finally finger tips bumped into cold metal. Strained grin, she tugs it then rolls off her bed and onto the floor. Belly pressed firmly against the floor panels, she crawls underneath her bed and slides open the now unlocked trapdoor. So much effort for a seemingly normal box. Soon, it would contain the most precious thing in the world.

She slipped a few times on her way up to Dragonmont. The ancient volcano which gave rise to the island of Dragonstone was still active as was evident by the lazy, pale, gray smoke that danced upward.

“Dovodedha hae mirre.” Clumsy as ever. Thalina laughed tiredly to herself. The hike up was tiresome and her knee still ached from her most recent fall. The rotten smell of sulfur stung her nose and she knew her hair would be reeking of it when she returned.

Hopefully her efforts wouldn’t be in vain. Even now she still doubted her visions she saw in the flames. What if they were wrong?

“No!” Thalina hisses and stops to literally shake her head free of such thoughts. She couldn’t think like that. Times like that she wished Rhiannon had been allowed to go at her to Westeros. Rhiannon was always so confident. As a child Thalina had hated that about her. It made her that much harder to get under control. In those early days, Thalina was both mother and sister to Rhiannon. Often the two roles clashed and caused Thalina to constantly doubt herself on how she was raising Rhiannon. A daunting task for any young child. She wouldn’t have had it any other way though. There were times before finding the Red Temple where both would be aching from hunger, Thalina had contemplated on sending little Rhiannon to an orphanage. Perhaps she would have a better chance there than out in the street. Uncomfortable with the idea of anyone else raising her sister it was a thought that was easily discarded. They would be together through thick and thin.

Except for now.

Panting, Thalina gazes up at the looming volcano. “Rhiannon, lend me your strength little sister.”

And as if somewhere in Essos Rhiannon did indeed hear her older sister’s plea, Thalina felt her body revitalized. Off to the side of Dragonmont was a hardly used path that led to the other side of the volcano base. In the legends that Queen Rhaella told (y/n) and Viserys that was where the dragons bred and protected their eggs.

And she knew from having scouted the volcano before of the entrance on the other side that leads inside. The walls of the inside were black and shimmered when the light of her torch touched them. Dragonglass. Thalina had yet to explore the rest of the volcanic cave’s various tunnels. Now that she had completed her puzzle box, there was no more excuse for not investigating them.

An opal she had seen in her marigold visions in the flames. Large with scales etched into it.

“I know you’re in here.” Her whisper bounces back to her as she steps inside of the cave. Eerily quiet it offers her a strange sense of calm that settled her beating heart. When she had searched every nook and cranny of Dragonstone, discouragement often found her. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As clumsy as she was, Thalina was shockingly stealthy and able to get into any room without being seen. She left no clues of her clandestine visits. Still she had found nothing. One would think that with Aerys’ new fervor of trying to hatch a dragon that there would be at least some locked up in secret. From cellar to dungeons, from Sea Dragon Tower to the Windwyrm. Only dragon statues could be found with open mouths in mocking. After months of nothing, Thalina found her answer during a session of fire reading. It seemed so simple, how had she not thought of the volcano before? Not many people travel that way. A tough terrain, it proves difficult to reach the top let alone proceed to the other side. The only other way would be to travel by boat. Remote with no one having interest in it. A perfect place to search next.

Hours of weaving in and out of tunnels, at least that’s how long Thalina thought it was, Thalina had been able to make a rough rudimentary map of the caves. Her job was done at least for the night. She gathered up her red string that she had been using to prevent her from getting lost.

Sweat had become tacky on her face when she finally got back to the castle. She reached for one of her braids and inhaled. As she had feared it held the faint smell of smoke and sulfur. Grimacing, she would have to sleep with that smell until the morning. It would be too odd if someone were to encounter her that late.

On her path back to her room, Thalina had an itch that she should at least poke her head into (y/n)’s room to see how her little lady was doing. The sweet girl had a tendency to suffer from them. She never spoke about them though. Not even when they reduced her to searching out her maid for comfort. Thalina wished she could look into (y/n)’s nightmares the same way she did with flames.

The little candle had probably gone out some time ago, leaving a small wax stub. Blue moonbeams offer her an even more pleasant source of light.

She hadn’t meant to wake her up when she stepped a foot inside, making a floorboard creek. She had just wanted to see if (y/n) was sleeping peacefully for when she did her face was the purest thing in the world.

Her drowsy head twirls up in a sleepy haze but her eyes cleared up in moments and she realized who it was. “Thalina?”

“I’m sorry to wake you, my lady. I just wanted to check on you.”

“It’s okay.” She said in mid-yawn. Her head plopped back down to her pillow. “But since you’re here. . . Can you tell me another story so I can go back to bed?”

“Of course.” Softly chirped the maid and made the rest of her way to (y/n)’s bedside. Perfectly perched, her hand drifts over (y/n)’s bangs that were splayed on her forehead. “What story should I tell you? Another one of the ancient Targaryen rulers?” (y/n) shook her head. “No? What about the Age of Heroes?” Again, (y/n) shook her head. For (y/n), Thalina put on a fake hard-thinking face. “Alright, I’ll tell you a story that has not yet happened.”

“Not yet happened?”

She nods. “I will tell you the story of a champion that will one day stop an evil force that wreaks havoc on our world. She will bring fire to a land of ice and snow.” In a conspirating manner, she leans in close to (y/n)’s ear. “With the help of dragons.”

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[tanthamoretober]

The roundup of all the autumnal fics that have been raked into a beautiful, jumpable pile in the Tanthamoretober collection this week.

Don't forget to comment if you enjoyed a fic!

Multi day prompts:

Autumn Days 6, 9, 27 and 28 - Overcast Morning, Rainy Day, Underneath The Sky, Full Moons

the embers never fade by pirateygoodness Rating: Explicit Summary: Kit doesn't see her for weeks. The girl with the curly red hair, the girl eating peanut butter toast in bare feet in her kitchen, the girl whose strong hands and sharp nails left marks on Kit's body that lasted for days. Jade.

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(Or: the modern werewolf AU I still can't stop thinking about, but longer. Kit discovers the boring logistical challenges of full moons. She and Jade are both very good and very bad at communicating.)

Part 2 of meet you where the spirit meets the bones (tanthamore 90s werewolf au) (Also appears under the Smut prompt Day 2 - Dry humping, and Horror Day 5 prompt - Monsters)

Day 15: Autumn Ride

on our own by Geek_and_Nina Rating: General audiences Summary: kit and jade go on a hay ride through a really pretty forest and run into a friend

sorry to the smut lovers, but this one is sheer sweetness Part 15 of Show Don't Tell

Autumn Rides by Silver85 Rating: Teen and up Summary: Kit and Jade go for a lovely hayride and Jade has a surprise for Kit.

Part 12 of Loving Me Loving You, (AWOOOO)

Day 16: Fireside

we can stay young forever by Geek_and_Nina Rating: Explicit Summary: prepping for Airk's engagement party when Jade gets home from her trip and Kit has something special planned (also appears under the prompt ‘praise kink’)

Part 16 of Show Don't Tell

Firelight, warm as a kiss by spybrarian Rating: Explicit Summary: Kit and Jade get a night alone together (their first night alone together) on their way home from the Immemorial City, and they just can't. Stop. Kissing.

Part 2 of There's not a step we can take that does not bring us closer

Day 17: Candles

in my head by Geek_and_Nina Rating: Explicit Summary: Kit takes a bath after a long and hard day she was sad she missed her girlfriend jade missed her (Also appears under the prompts ‘mask’ and ‘mutual masturbation’) Part 17 of Show Don't Tell

Candle candle, burning bright by spybrarian Rating: Explicit Summary: It's an accidental discovery. Honestly; Kit isn't deliberately searching for a new way to push Jade’s boundaries. Not this time.

Or

Kit discovers what fun candle wax can be.

Part 3 of There's not a step we can take that does not bring us closer

Day 18: Flannel/Wool

after by Geek_and_Nina Rating: Explicit Summary: after knifeplay day 11 vanilla but good and sweet and kind kit and all of her feelings (also appears under the prompts ‘aftercare’ and ‘haunted house’) Part 18 of Show Don't Tell

Werewolves Aren't Colorblind by Silver85 Rating: Teen and Up Part 14 of Loving Me Loving You, (AWOOOO)

Day 19: Nestled Under Blankets

like legos by Geek_and_Nina Rating: Explicit Summary: stressed kit jade takes the lego kit apart (also appears under the prompts ‘voices in your head’ and ‘overstimulation’) Part 19 of Show Don't Tell

Let Me Ask You by Silver85 Rating: Mature Summary: Jade is curious, Kit is eager, and they're all wrapped up in soft blankets. Part 15 of Loving Me Loving You, (AWOOOO)

My Own Kind of Light, Chapter 6: Nestled under blankets, by slvershdws Rating: Teen and up Summary: Sixteen-year-old Kit Tanthalos meets visiting nineteen-year-old Jade Claymore at an Autumn Festival and it’s the start of a friendship that grows over the years into something neither expected, nor can they agree on what it is.

Until they do.

now i just keep you warm by pirateygoodness Rating: Explicit Summary: Jade wouldn't dare use the word princess to describe it, but there's something about the way Kit turns delicate in the cold that charms her.

(or: Jade keeps Kit warm; Kit returns the favor.) (also hits the prompt for NSFW Day 8: exhibitionism)

Day 20: Festival

These Are the Places by Geek_and_Nina Rating: Teen and up Summary: The girls go camping Part 20 of Show Don't Tell (also appears under the prompt ‘mistaken identity’)

Day 21: First Frost

Like Diamonds Lost All Over the Ground by Geek_and_Nina Rating: Explicit Summary: Jade had a restless night Kit had a great morning (little fucker doesn't get hangovers)

(also appears under the prompts ‘Is it a nightmare or am I awake?’ and ‘wet’) Part 21 of Show Don't Tell

Missed some? Here's the Autumnal roundups for Week One, and Week Two.

Want to get involved for the final bit of October? Here are all the autumnal prompts for the month.

#tanthamore #tanthamoretober #willow #willow 2022 #jade claymore #kit tanthalos #fanfic roundup #autumn prompts

[utaicon]

100 Followers Event!

Hi everyone! This is a little bit late- I thought I might notice that I hit 100 followers, but I guess I didn't!

Since I happen to be making this in October, I thought I'd make it a Halloween themed editing contest! If the creepy themes of Halloween aren't your thing, though, you're welcome to go with general autumn themes. I want everyone to be able to participate in this if they so desire :3

More details under cut!

The prompts are more or less made with idol-rhythm games in mind, but if you want to use something else, that's 100% allowed! I believe in your creative abilities!

To make up for my lateness, this event will extend for exactly a month, so the submission period is October 5th - November 5th! You are welcome to complete as many or as few prompts as you want, in any order you want, and be as technical and creative about them as you want! The most important part is to have fun with it!

There will be 5 winners, selected semi-randomly with a wheel. Your name will be entered once per edit you make, and if you edit something on my whitelist, I will enter your name twice! In a similar vein, if you enter anything on my blacklist, you will be disqualified.

Prizes:

5th place: 1 edit of choice

4th place: 2 edits of choice

3rd place: 3 edits of choice

2nd place: 4 edits of choice

1st place: 5 edits of choice + I'll reblog a boatload of your other edits :3

rules: same as my regular rules, respect dni, do not submit anything from the blacklist, as stated above you are welcome to complete however many prompts you want in whatever order you want but please do not repeat prompts, have fun!

please tag me in your edits for this event so I can see them! You are welcome to use the tag #utaicon 100 followers contest, but I am more likely to see if when you tag me!

Prompt List:

note: some of these are vague on purpose! take as much creative liberty as you want!

#1 - edit a character with orange!

#2 - edit 2 characters that you think would swap Halloween candy!

#3 - edit 2 characters you think are angel/devil coded!

#4 - make an edit based on your favorite Halloween/autumn song! It can be a song specifically about Halloween or autumn or it can just be a song that gives you vibes!

#5 - edit a character with a skeleton theme!

#6 - edit a character with purple!

#7 - edit a character with a werewolf theme!

#8 - edit a card/scene from a Halloween event/episode!

#9 - edit two characters from the same Halloween card set!

#10 - edit a character with a ghost theme!

#11 - edit enough characters to create a Halloween themed unit!

#12 - edit a character with green!

#13 - edit a character with red eyes! You can pick a character that already has red eyes or give them red eyes with editing magic instead!

#14 - edit 2 characters that you think would have fun trick-or-treating or playing in leaves together!

#15 - incorporate pride into a Halloween/autumn themed edit!

#16 - edit a character with a bat theme!

#17 - edit a character with a night theme! (stars, moon, etc)

#18 - edit a character with blue!

#19 - edit a character that you think would find a horror movie entirely too scary!

#20 - edit a character you feel is vampire coded!

#21 - edit a card/scene from a non-halloween event/episode!

#22 - edit a character with fire/candles!

#23 - edit a character with leaves!

#24 - edit a character in monochrome/grayscale/B&W!

#25 - edit a character with a candy theme!

#26 - edit two characters from different Halloween card sets!

#27 - edit a character with a pumpkin theme!

#28 - edit a character that you think would find a horror movie entirely too humorous!

#29 - edit a character in red!

#30 - edit a character with a theme of a monster of your choosing!

#31 - free prompt! Do whatever you like!

Happy editing!

#utaicon 100 followers contest #editing contest

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober 2023 Masterpost

It's time for the official 2023 @whumptober masterpost!

Fandom and characters as well as the prompts used, are tagged for each day with links to both Ao3 and Tumblr

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Day 1: Safety Net | Swooning | 'How many fingers am I holding up?' Buddy Daddies (Kazuki) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 2: Thermometer | Delirium | 'They don't care about you.' Buddy Daddies (Rei) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 3: Solitary Confinement Shadow and Bone (Nikolai) Art Collab with @aini-nufire (Read Fic)

Day 4: Cattle Prod | Shock | alt prompt 15: Reluctant Whumper Jujitsu Kaisen (Gojo & Getou) Ao3

Day 5: Debris | Pinned Down | "It's broken" Hellsing (Integra) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 6: Recording | Made to Watch | 'It should have been me' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Narancia & Fugo) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 7: Radio Silence | 'Can you hear me?' Hellsing (Alucard) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 8: Outnumbered Jujitsu Kaisen (Gojo) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 9: Polaroid | Mistaken Identity JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Abbacchio) Ao3 | Tumblr Part 1/2 (Pt2 on Day 18)

Day 10: Broken Phone | Stranded | 'You said you'd never leave' Buddy Daddies (Kazuki) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 11: Captivity | 'No one will find you' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5-Vampire Hunter AU (Giorno) Ao3 | Tumblr Part 1/2 (Pt2 on Day 27)

Day 12: Red | alt prompt 8: Hunting JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5- Vampire Hunter AU (Bucciarati) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 13: Cold Compress | Infection | 'I don't feel so good' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5- Hearts of Gold Verse (Luciano Abbacchio) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 14: Water Inhalation | 'Just hold on' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Giorno) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 15: Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | 'I'm Fine' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5- Hearts of Gold Verse (Bucciarati) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 16: Gurney | Flatline | 'Don't go where I can't follow' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Giorno) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 17: Collar | Touch Aversion | 'Leave me alone' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Fugo) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 18: Tortured for Info | 'Hit them harder' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Bucciarati) Ao3 | Tumblr Pt 2/2 (Pt1 on Day 9)

Day 19: Floral Bouquet | Psychological | 'I'm not as stupid as you think I am' Jujutsu Kaisen (Gojo) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 20: Blanket | Found Family | 'You'll regret touching them' Buddy Daddies (Rei & Kazuki) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 21: Vows | Restraints | 'Don't Move' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 4 (Josuke & Jotaro) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 22: Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | 'Watch Out!' Jujutsu Kaisen (Gojo & Utahime) Art Collab with @waffles-in-winter (Read Fic)

Day 23: (alt prompt 7. 'Examination') JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Giorno) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 24: Goodbye Note | Neglect | 'I thought they were with you' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Narancia) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 25: Buried Alive | 'They're not breathing!' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5- Vampire Hunter AU (Abbacchio) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 26: Seeing Double | Working to Exhaustion | 'You look awful' Jujutsu Kaisen (Gojo) Ao3 | Tumblr (Collab with @waffles-in-winter)

Day 27: Scars | 'Let me see' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5- Vampire Hunter AU (Giorno) Ao3 | Tumblr Pt 2/2 (Pt1 on Day 11) Art by @waffles-in-winter

Day 28: Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | 'You'll have to go through me' Hellsing (Alucard) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 29: Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | 'What happened to me?' Buddy Daddies (Rei) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 30: Borrowed Clothing JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Everyone) Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 31: Setbacks | 'Take it Easy' JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Pt 5 (Bucciarati) Ao3 | Tumblr

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#whumptober2023 #whumptober #whumptober masterpost #fanfiction #fanart #collabs #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba fanfic #buddy daddies #buddy daddies fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #hellsing fanfiction #whump fanfic

[calixian]

First Ritual, 09/02/2024

I'm going to keep a small log of my experiences here as a beginner witch. It's a New Moon in Aquarius, unfortunely where I live the sky is clouded over and although the drummings and fireworks of the Lunar New Year are lovely, it does make it hard to concentrate.

I'm going to be using Gabriela Herstik's Craft to guide my initial work of drawing a circle and consecrating the grimoire. Yes, I know my grimoire looks like I got it from a newsagent but that's kind of the point. Most of the things here I picked up from an Op-Shop I volunteered at when I was 19. Except for the stick, which I found in a slowly-being-deforested part of my local neighborhood. There's water on the right, a candle which I made, salt in the white dish, and sage on the left which I've grown from a sprout. Only other things are a scorpion in resin, an opalite & rose quartz macrame weaving, and the white and red cloth.

Blessings to you all in the month ahead.

Cali.

#baby witch #witchblr #witchcraft #learning 2 spell

[brightside-of-the-upsidedown]

Happy Birthday! I hope it’s a good one.

Fore the prompts how about 41. “Why are you shaking?” + 19. Wax-Play for any Steve ship you feel like doing. 😁🥳

-rubs hands together- hehehe

Thank you ❤ I have a fun idea for Steddie!

It was Eddie’s birthday and he had been brimming with excitement all day. Steve had thought he might actually vibrate out of his skin with how hyper he had been acting.

They'd already had a party that weekend for him. The kids and Eddie’s band had a big D&D thing with Will as the Dungeon Master to give Eddie a chance to play as part of the party. After everyone had gone home, Eddie had asked Steve to stay behind.

Steve had thought that they would just make out, maybe have some fantastic birthday sex, but Eddie had said he had a surprise for him.

"But it's your birthday." Steve had said as Eddie had dragged him to his bedroom. Wayne had left for work an hour ago, so they had the apartment to themselves.

"Well, think of it as a gift for you but for me." Eddie seemed to delight in only confusing him more.

Steve had just rolled his eyes with a smile and went with it.

Which led him to his current- predicament.

"Why are you shaking?" The question was asked with a smile in Eddie’s voice. A ringed hand smoothed over Steve’s bare chest that Eddie'd had him shave for this. Those fingers stroked down his quivering belly and rested just above his groin.

Steve would have replied but the gag prevented anything but muffled whines from filtering through. Eddie checked his blindfold once more, making sure it wasn't too tight.

"You look so pretty, babe. Gonna make you look even prettier in a minute." Eddie kissed his sweaty forehead and moved his hand lower to stroke Steve’s cock, teasing the weeping almost purple glands with just his thumb. Steve tugged on his restraints with a grunt, but he didn't drop the bell clutched in one fist. "Good boy. Hold your bell for me. Let it fall if you get scared, kay babe?"

Steve could hear him move away but the sound of rustling let him know Eddie was still in the room. There was a heavy roll of multiple objects being set down on the nightstand, a few rolling off and making Eddie curse.

A moment later, Steve felt Eddie kiss down his chest, stomach, groin, and ending with a chaste peck to the head of his cock. "You're perfect, angel." More silence as Eddie withdrew again.

Then there was the sound of a zippo being flicked open and the catch catch of the flint as it was lit.

Silence as Steve trembled in anticipation.

He sucked in a hard breath as something hot dripped onto his chest.

Eddie sucked in a breath of his own. "Fuck you're beautiful, angel. Knew the red wax would look perfect on you when I saw it."

Eddie had gone to Indie for a gig a week ago and found a very special store he planned to take Steve to next time. One of the things they sold were 'body safe' candles.

Eddie gazed down at his boyfriend, stretched out like the best kind of present. He held the candle out and let it drip onto Steve's chest, just shy of a nipple. He watched Steve convulse and moan in pain, but his cock continued to kick from the extreme sensation. He glanced at Steve’s right hand and saw the bell held firmly in place.

Eddie dripped the wax right over a nipple and sighed as he watched Steve flail against the ropes. The black ropes, blindfold, and gag, Steve's mole dotted pale skin, and the growing trail of red wax was a fucking gorgeous contrast that Eddie could write lyrics to. He probably would later.

He bent down to suck on Steve's other nipple, licked and nibbled it gently with his teeth. Steve groaned at the switch from pain to sweetness. Eddie moved up to suck a bruise into Steve's vulnerable throat, he moaned in approval when Steve tipped his head back for him to trail more love bruises there.

Eddie dripped the wax on the other nipple and he could feel the vibration of the scream trapped in Steve's throat as he bit down. He raised his head and pecked Steve's cheek. "Good boy. Pretty boy. It's good, isn't it?"

He dripped more wax, leaving a long unbroken trail down Steve’s belly to his groin. He could see Steve trembling, waiting, as the candle hovered just shy of his cock, which was still very erect and now wet with precum. Eddie licked his lips and just touched his tongue to the tip, tasting some of the wetness there. He laughed, happy and sadistic, when it kicked and almost almost erupted just from that much. If it weren't for the leather ring snapped tight at the base of his cock. "Not yet, poor thing."

He soaked in the sobs that wracked Steve's body and let the wax start dripping over his angel's thighs.

"Patience, sweetheart. We have all night ahead of us." Eddie said in a soothing voice.

Steve just cried harder for him all the while his cock wept at the promise.

#steddie #harle hums #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy antis dni #stranger things

[eruden-writes]

The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 7 (Yautja x Human)

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 (coming soon)

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'dqei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'dqei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'dqei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears

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CONTENT CW: Explicit sex.

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Tai’dqei sat, awkward and nude on the overly lush bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. The pink sheets, made of a high quality thread, were even more delicate than he was used to. In fact, everything in the room seemed fluffy or velvety or, well, soft. From the faint, yet comfortable, lighting to the carpet to the bed and furniture.

With his back ramrod straight and his arms crossed over his chest, Tai’dqei felt the roughest and most haggard he had in the room. He doubted he looked like he was there to enjoy himself, either. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be there.

Located in the station’s patrolled and regulated red light ring, House Euphoria was one of the outpost’s home of carnal delights and desire. It came with Ah’ke’s recommendation.

He had stood a while outside the bawdy house, staring at the two large display windows that flanked the entrance. One window had some of the scantily-clad workers, lounging in a comfortable looking sitting area and flirtatiously batting their eyes or making lewd gestures to passerbys. The other window had a screen, rotating between testimonies of happy customers, various upcoming events, and some base pricing options.

If he was being honest, Tai’dqei had been swept up after stepping over the threshold. The offered profiles of available companions, the different bundled services, the dizzying array of add-ons. It had all been a lot for his already impaired state-of-mind. He honestly thought he blacked out at one point.

“You look kind of tense, sweetie.” A nude Ankushian slid from behind a room divider. Tai’dqei’s frantic thoughts wheeled through the offering catalog, trying to remember their name. His brain managed to bring up her profile: Saisha, she/her. She smiled at him, coming closer with a sway to her movements. “Has it been awhile for you?”

She was a pretty array of purples. Her violet jelly-like skin and long lavender ‘hair’ - like lighter wax-like drippings adhering to a candle - almost glowied in the dim light of her workspace. Tai’dqei swallowed, his eyes trailing over the curves of her large breasts, soft stomach, and wide hips. Dark purple antennae poked up from the crest of her head, the rounder ends bobbling with Saisha’s every step.

When Tai’dqei didn’t answer, the smile on Saisha’s plump lips took on a teasing edge. “You know, as an Ankushian I can tell your mating instincts have been roused.”

“How’s that?” He mumbled, though he already knew. It was her antennae. They tasted pheromones and chemicals in the air. After little over three cycles in his current state, even with the frequent showers, he was invariably marinated in his urges.

“Your chemical signature leaves a taste in the air.” Saisha’s antennae wiggled a little. She dropped herself into Tai’dqei’s lap, her arms languidly wrapping around his shoulders. Like most others, she was shorter and smaller than him. Though she was currently solid, she had a texture that made Tai’dqei think of liquid contained in something malleable. Like a waterskin.

As Saisha spoke, she fiddled gently with one of his tendrils, sending tingling sensations over his scalp. “I’m curious to know who could have stimulated such a reaction from big surly you. They must be particularly impressive.”

“No- I mean, I don’t know about that.” He shoved the brief mental image of Rayelle away. If she kept infesting his thoughts, he’d never find peace.

Turning his attention fully to Saisha, Tai’dqei wondered if it was true that Ankushians changed color when fucking. Something about their near-invisible nerve endings glowing and shifted color when a litany of stimulation arrested their senses. He swallowed, trying to focus on answering her, “It was an odd series of events and a misunderstanding.”

“Oh, well, their loss.” Saisha’s hands had gone to Tai’dqei’s shoulders, kneading into his muscles. A soft sound escaped him, heat bleeding down his back. He grunted as she suddenly rolled her hips, pressing against his slowly rising arousal. “I find yautja particularly fun.”

“Is that so?” Tai’dqei huffed, as Saisha’s mouth found his throat. Her teeth grazed over his skin, from neck to shoulder. He shifted, every spot where their bodies touched tingled as her cooler body and his warmer temperature mingled.

“Yes,” Saisha purred as she slid further down his front, her liquid soft lips trailing hot breaths and kisses down his chest.

His knees instinctively tilted open, giving her access to his growing erection as she hit his midsection. With a grin, she slipped to the floor, between his legs. Her words whispered over his shaft, her mouth barely touching him. “The sheer power. The rippling muscle. The desperate horniness.”

Her words teased over his pulsing flesh, an excited growl tangling in his throat. One of his clawed hands went to her scalp, cradling the back of her head and nudging her face closer to his cock. Tai’dqei’s hips rolled, eliciting a giggle from the Ankushian.

As her mouth opened, a series of slow, excited clicks left him, and her tongue - so long and dripping with vicious purple Saisha - coiled twice around his shaft. Something in him snapped to attention. An insatiable prickling heat clawed at his insides.

His cock pulsed as her tongue worked up and down his length, squeezing tight around him. Her tongue was moister than the rest of her, but the cool temperature coaxed a hiss from him, as his hips jerked against her ministrations.

Without thought, both of his hands grappled at the sides of her head. Saisha gave a little breathy, excited gasp. He needed her to be warmer and the first solution was to heat her up himself. With that thought, Tai’dqei thrust his hips forward, landing his cock square in her mouth. Like Saisha’s tongue, she was wetter here, but still a lukewarm sort of cold. Her moan vibrated around him, reverberating through him from his dick and into his bones.

Tai’dqei’s body moved on its own. Hips rocking back and forth, harder with each passing thrust, as he leaned over Saisha. A growl bubbled in his throat, the Ankushian’s body warming to his friction. The sounds she made were sweet and sinful to his ears. A balm after such a long stint of aggravation.

Something still agitated his senses about all this, though. It was all manufactured. A script, a delightful farce. Saisha wasn’t sincerely entertaining his strength or capability. She was just feeding into some instinctive desire of his own. Which was her job, he knew.

But this wasn’t genuine. This was just to alleviate the libido pounding at his insides. Nothing more. And that dulled the pleasure, somehow.

Annoyed with himself, Tai’dqei yanked Saisha back, off his cock. She gave a startled little sound as he swung her onto the bed, on her hands and knees. Pinning her squirming form down, his clawed hand at the back of her neck, he realized Saisha was losing consistency. She felt stickier, more liquid, than earlier.

For a brief second, Tai’dqei worried he’d gone too far and gotten too rough with the sex worker. Well, until Saisha wriggled delightedly and purred, “Yes, that’s the desperate horniness I love.”

Apparently, Ankushians literally became wet when excited, Tai’dqei mused as his claws pricked into Saisha’s neck. A mewl of pleasure escaped her at the almost piercing touch.

“I’m not desperate,” he growled, arching over Saisha’s back, sliding his cock between her thighs. She gave a whiny purr, rolling her hips and rubbing herself against his throbbing excitement. His free hand reached under her, his fingers tracing her slit with his claws. Saisha writhed, her hands fisted into the silky sheets of the bed.

“That makes one of us then,” Saisha giggled, her breath hitched.

“Yeah, you’re desperate for yautja cock, aren’t you?” Tai’dqei snarled, his mandibles close to Saisha’s head. A guttural rumble echoed through his chest, vibrating through Saisha’s liquid self. He watched as little flashes of lights lit up her back and near where his mandibles clicked, roughly where her ears would have been had she been human.

“Very much so,” Saisha whined as her hands twisted harder at the sheets, her body writhing under him. She pushed herself down and back against Tai’dqei, his cock still stubbornly between her thighs and lining her lower lips. Unlike the tepid temperature of the rest of her, heat was growing at the crux of her legs.

Experimentally, Tai’dqei flexed his cock against her, sliding himself back and forth to coat the top-half of his shaft. Her reaction was almost instantaneous. Saisha keened, returning the ministrations the best she could, considering his hand still held the back of her neck, with her own wiggles.

Heat snapped along his own body. Through his muscles, scouring his veins. Tai’dqei’s hold on Saisha’s neck tightened, eliciting a sweet whimper from the Ankushian. Lining himself up, he could feel Saisha’s excitement swelling, her wiggles intensifying as she tried to rollick back against his knob.

But he held her still, his hand under her trailing claws along her stomach and over her breasts. Tiny wakes followed his tips, quickly disappearing as Saisha’s liquids shifted back into place. Sharp little gasps and moans left Saisha. Her back arched to and fro, seeking some sort of ultimate relief from his pleasuring touch.

Tai’dqei didn’t like doing what others expected. And Saisha thought he’d mindlessly fuck her, hard and rough. Like any other yautja man, hard-up with a mating fervor, would do. While it would be hard and rough, Tai’dqei wanted to make her squirm and cry out and beg for his seed. Until she was a sloppy, sopping mess on the bed.

Still, her slowly warming core called to him, making his dick throb and flex. The spark of her excitement, running through her body, made her body fade from a lush purple to a pleasant magenta pink.

Saisha’s whines had taken on an impatient tone, her minute wriggling becoming more insistent. Tai’dqei slowly dipped the thick tip of his cock into her, the flared ridge of his head catching against the sides of her opening. With a moan, Saisha tried to raise her rear up or roll back for deeper penetration.

He didn’t let her, though. As slow as he entered, as sweet as her extra moist heat was, he pulled out quickly. Despite his own body’s rage at himself and the distraught cry Saisha gave.

The two continued like that. Tai’dqei, disciplined and measure, delving his cock only an inch deeper with every pass. Saisha mewling and arching and crying out when denied deeper satisfaction, becoming more desperate.

Tai’dqei’s fingers flexed on Saisha’s neck, gaining her attention as her writhing became more demanding. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“So much,” she sobbed, rolling her hips erratically to ease him further in. But he went no further than what he deemed appropriate.

“Describe it,” he demanded, his mandibles spreading and a hiss leaving his mouth.

“I want to feel you deep in me, stretching me, churning up my insides. Hard and relentless,” Saisha gasped and arched her back up, pressed flush against Tai’dqei’s chest. The once coolish purple skin was now heated and a gentle sort of red, little sparks lighting up her body as pleasure coursed through her. “I need to feel your white-hot seed, bathing my insides. All of it, Tai’dqei. Give me all of it.”

Through her pleas - in spite of the fact it was all rehearsed script - a pleased growl grew in Tai’dqei’s chest. It crested into a snarl as she demanded all of it, everything. And he obliged.

With a forward slam of his hips, he buried his dick into her. Liquid warmth trembling around him as she threw her head back, free of his grip. Automatically, Saisha tried to swing forward and back, wordlessly needing continued, deep penetration.

His hand adjusted to the front of Saisha’s throat, claws digging into the sides of her neck, as his other hand braced on the bed. Tai’dqei fell into a fast, hard pace. His knees smacked against the mattress, making it vibrate with every thrust. His cock cleaved through her folds, hitting Saisha deeper and deeper with every passing strike. Her whole body lit up with every full-force impact, ripples bubbling along her form.

Burning excitement swelled in Tai’dqei, his cock pulsing. Saisha was warm and wet and malleable. In waves, her form rhythmically hugged around his thick dick, her body jostling as she frantically attempted to meet his thrusts. Pressure pounded at his core as he snarled and panted, frenetic lust pushing him toward his orgasm.

The heat became unbearable and finally, finally, Tai’dqei threw his head back with hiss of satisfaction. White-hot ropes of heat surged from him, painting Saisha’s insides and making her glow all the more vibrant as she cried out. His hips drilled haphazardly into her, even as her body desperately pulsed and tightened around him.

Saisha wobbled and trembled, oozing between his claws as she gulped down lungfuls of air. Even though Tai’dqei’s own chest heaved with heavy breaths, he still eased himself from her quivering folds and stepped back. Beads of cum oozed from the tip of his cock, still obviously erect and ready for more.

“Oh dear,” Saisha tittered, still trying to catch her breath. She had rolled over onto her back, as much as someone who had turned half into ooze could roll, and eyed Tai’dqei with his proud cock. He stood tall, shoulders back and breath slowing to something manageable. He leered down at her, not entirely satisfied and knowing he’d need more than this to be satiated. “I better call in reinforcements, hm?”

“You do that,” he growled, before descending on her. His cock easily sliding home in her wet core as she gave a squeal of mingled delight and surprise. Even as Saisha’s moans bubbled up around him and her body happily accepted his thrusting ruts, Tai’dqei could feel the itch, the hunger, for more continue to gnaw at him.

At the back of his head, behind the lust and pleasure and concentration, thoughts of Rayelle still lingered.

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It was six hours before Tai’dqei returned. Half of that time had been spent catering to his baser needs while the other half had been spent trekking around the station. Tri’ken Outpost was a decently sized trading station, where spacefarers often stopped to replenish goods and trade, among other things. That said, the place was rather large with plenty of shops and even more merchants and hawkers attempting to upsell. Which honestly exhausted Tai’dqei more than the carnal romps.

Perhaps that was why he bristled when Ah’ke cooed as soon as he clomped back onto his ship. “Oooh, you must have really enjoyed yourself. It’s been awhile.”

“Shut up,” he growled, dropping the bulging sack of supplies and miscellany he had acquired over the hours. He tossed a small wrapped package at Ah’ke, with a bit more force than necessary. “Khimiel wanted me to give you this.”

The blue yautja caught the projectile with ease and wasted no time in tearing into the packaging. Before the paper even hit the floor, she trilled in delight. “Veruvian delights! I’ve been waiting for these to come in!”

As she sampled some of her sweets, Tai’dqei went about dumping the supplies on the table. He sorted through the items, separating things based on where they needed to go. Medsprays to various medkits onboard. Food and drink for the pantry. Filaments and new tools for the secondary cargo hold.

He picked around the items he had bought for Rayelle, not quite wanting to see the smug look cross Ah’ke’s face just yet.

“In all seriousness, how was your jaunt to the lewdy house? Get it all out of your system?” Ah’ke asked suddenly, around a mouthful of her sticky veruvian delights.

“I-” Tai’dqei started to answer, but movement in the corner of his eye made him pause. Rayelle had sidled from the hallway, a tray in her hand. He couldn’t help but notice the residue of food and the peel of a chemond. Faintly, Tai’dqei wondered if it was the same fruit she had thrown at him earlier.

“Oh, yes, Rayelle roused about two hours ago. Said she was hungry, so I made her some tep and gave her some fruit,” Ah’ke informed as she re-wrapped her box of sweets. “I also gave her a quick check-up, got her vaccinations up-to-date, so you’re welcome!”

Tai’dqei only gave Ah’ke half of his attention, nodding and muttering thanks to his dear friend. To say Rayelle’s expression was icy would have been an understatement. Tai’dqei thought the freezing vacuum of space would be more hospitable. She’d undoubtedly heard Ah’ke’s teasing questions.

And she certainly had. Something weighed in her chest, unhappy and spiky, when registering what Ah’ke had asked Tai’dqei. If a lewdy house left anything to the imagination, Ah’ke’s second question did not.

“Get it all out of your system?” The words echoed in her head, making Rayelle want to gag. Was Tai’dqei so perpetually horny that he had to make frequent stops at such places? Is that why he tried to accost her? It apparently was often enough that Ah’ke teased him about it.

As she passed him to deposit her tray into what seemed to be the sink, she couldn’t help but throw him a sidelong glare. Trying to make her stance on his libido well-known.

“Anyway, it’s been fun playing babysitter and offering you my expertise for free,” Ah’ke chattered after checking the time on her wrist gear, as she quickly gathered her things. “But I really need to get back to the clinic. It’s probably a mess in my absence.”

Tai’dqei hadn’t really been paying attention to Ah’ke’s words. Until she said she had to get back to the clinic. That made his stomach drop as his attention swerved from Rayelle to Ah’ke. “Do you have to go?”

As Ah’ke shot him a mixed look of infuriating sympathy and fondness, Tai’dqei already knew the answer. His stomach lurched while he fought the urge to nervously glance at Rayelle.

#exophilia #exo writing #monster fucker #monster lover #alien fucker #alien lover #yautja #yautja x human #predator x human #yautja oc #the unexpected human problem #tuhp #unexpected human problem #uhp #the unexpected human problem part 7 #tuhp part 7 #Alright so #let me rant here a bit #The sex scene between Tai and Saisha was A STRUGGLE for me #because I wanted to keep it kind of superficial #This is a business transaction sex scene #Just scratching an itch with someone who is willing - with monetary recompense - to help #Other sex scenes that may appear will be... uh... MORE #I hope that makes sense lol

[pisshandkerchief]

hey maybe listening to red hot chilli peppers is like there's 2 songs that are a guilty pleasure of his. Which brings us to the real question: if the entirety of 16 candles is real we know part of dcd is, but is Gabe Saporta also real in spn?

honestly valid I definitely have bands like that. also yes Gabe Saporta absolutely exists in the Supernatural universe. I mean, the Supernatural universe is canonically ours with a few differences (ie. monsters are real and presumably COVID 19 didn't happen because nobody mentions it in the last season) so I think if Pete exists it's reasonable to assume the rest of Decaydance exists as well

#I'm bizarrely fascinating by the Supernatural/bandom expanded universe

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Spidey Baby [P.P]

A/N: just another little idea I had and this one makes a lot more sense hehe. I'll work on my requests after Christmas :) Merry Christmas everyone!

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The night sky loomed over Peter as he swung through the air, his webs catching on each building he went past. Christmas cheer was rife in the air on the streets below; last minute shopping trips for Christmas food or that last present on their list, people getting tipsy at the pubs and bars and families rushing home so they wouldn’t miss Santa arriving at their homes. 

Peter didn’t have a single second to spare as he rushed through the night air, chasing bad guys and helping people in need as well as delivering Christmas shopping to people who couldn’t leave their homes because of the snow. It was the season of giving and Peter loved every second of it. There was one present he especially couldn't wait to give.

He swung by the FEAST shelter to make sure everything was set for the night and gave the kids a Christmas present as he wore his Santa hat. Their smiles were priceless and the thanks from their parents were a joy to hear. 

Peter looked up at the clock and made his swift exit, saying his goodbyes and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. He checked his backpack for the one present he couldn’t afford to lose and sighed in relief when it was still tucked away in the pocket. 

A chorus of carolers singing Jingle Bells rang out from below him as he swung across the streets, the nerves starting to hit him as he reached the familiar apartment window. He had been working up the courage since he had brought the small box, hell he’d been working up the courage since he was 19 and met the girl he would spend the rest of his life with. 

Peter slid the window open carefully and crept inside, hearing your singing voice come from the bathroom and the shower running meant he had some time. The flowers he had picked up on the way home were placed on the coffee table, some of the red petals strewn across the floor illuminated by candles and the lights on the Christmas tree you had decorated together. 

Just as the shower, music and accompanying voice stopped, Peter closed the window more loudly than usual to signal that he was home and got into position, bending down on one knee. He had put a festive jumper over his Spidey suit and put his festive hat over his messy hair. 

You walked out of the bathroom, already dressed in your Christmas PJs for the evening as you dried your hair and hummed a Christmas tune. 

“Pete, you home?” You smiled unknowingly as you walked into the living room, towel dropped in the laundry room along the way. No reply came but none was needed as you finally saw the room aglow with romantic lights and most importantly your boyfriend was on one knee holding a small box. 

A gasp left your lips as you covered your mouth with your hand at the sight. Your heart was racing, threatening to burst from nerves and excitement. Peter looked like he was about to do the same as he gathered the courage to speak, attempting to read off of a little sheet of paper. 

“Y-y/n since I met you I-I…” 

You smiled and knelt down in front of him, holding his hand that was clinging onto the paper to stop it from shaking. He looked up at you and you felt some of his nerves drift away as you smiled kindly at him.

“Yes.” You whispered softly, squeezing his hand and hoping that there was really a ring in that small box and not just a pair of earrings. Peter looked at you in surprise, his big doe brown eyes beginning to water. 

“But I didn’t even ask you yet.” Peter started to smile but a part of him was worrying that you weren’t sure what you were saying yes to. You kissed his rosy cheek and sat back, letting him say the question he was dying to ask. 

“Y/n L/n will you marry me?” 

You smiled wide as he opened the small box and did indeed reveal a stunning diamond ring. 

“Yes.” You nodded enthusiastically and leapt onto Peter, practically tackling him to the floor. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your lips sweetly as tears ran down his cheeks. 

“Best Christmas ever!” Peter squeezed you tight and kissed away your own tears of happiness before sliding the ring onto your finger. It was a perfect fit just as you and Peter were.

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