#(I repeat over and over whilst rocking back and forth)

[wherenymphsroam]

guys don’t aspire to work at a cutesy boba shop this shit is NOT for the weak 😓😓

[heartz4levi]

Virgin luka and reader fic PLS PLS

late at night, baby, you're my sign !

☆ thinking abt virgin luka . .

☆ luka (alnst) ,, gn reader . . combined with anon's request : i love the way u write luka i NEED to ride him until he cries ,, sub!luka ,, dom!reader ,, luka is a virgin and also a pillow prince ,, handjobs (luka receiving) ,, riding ,, overstimulation ,, reader DOES ride luka until he cries and then some ,, luka is a sensitive and needy little pissbaby in this one (just how i like him).

luka's chest heaved up and down, heart hammering in his chest.

his eyes roamed over your figure and swallowed up every little detail he could find, looking utterly mesmerized as you present yourself to him.

thus far, you have been kind. laying him down onto the bedsheets, pressing gentle kisses to his pale skin whilst ridding him of his clothes. he momentarily pulled away from your lips, tone hushed and laced with a slight hint of nervousness as he told you that he doesn't have any experience. that is not a problem in the slightest for you, though.

and so, luka allowed himself to be taken care of. he didn't conceal the soft whimpers and mewls that would tumble past his lips in continuous strings as your hand worked itself on his body, fingers wrapped gingerly around his cock while your wrist moved up, then down. up, then down, repeating the motion until luka spilled bouts of transluscent cum onto his stomach.

surprisingly so, luka has been behaving well. he hasn't tried to rush you yet, hasn't sent any snarky remarks your way. instead he's been lightly squeezing your free hand, holding onto it for support so as to not lose himself in the pleasure you indulge him with. he has been keeping his gaze trained on you even through half—lidded eyes and even warned you when he was getting close to climaxing.

good behavior deserves to be rewarded. luka already came twice and you are starting to become a little antsy, as much as you enjoyed watching him come undone on your hand. his cock twitches once as you lean away, awaiting your next move in anticipation.

before luka even knows it, you're on top of him. your thighs are caging his hips and all of a sudden, he can feel your hand engulfing his dick once more. except this time, you're aligning it with your eager hole, eyes fixated on his features to watch how they contort. his brows knit together as he feels his tip prod at your puckering entrance and his lips part, allowing a gasp to slip right out when you push it in.

up until now, he only looked at you. never once did he tear his gaze away, but now he can't help but watch in awe as you take him in inch by inch. how you're so unaffected by the intrusion, but he can already feel his mind turning to mush. you're trying to take things slow and yet everything still is a little bit overwhelming for luka.

once bottomed out inside of you, luka's head snaps in your direction. a pleading look is present in his eyes, perfectly displaying how he hasn't felt this kind of pleasure before, and it does kind of scare him, but he really wants more. he trusts you — he trusts that you'll let him savor the sensation of being inside of you for a little longer.

slowly, your hips begin to rock back and forth. the action immediately pulls a moan out of luka, one that is just as angelic as all of the previous ones, but noticeably louder. his hands scramble, desperate to find purchase anywhere, desperate to ground himself before he cums way too early for his own liking. ultimately, luka has to settle with keeping a weak hold on your hips.

your pace quickens, and luka whines. the aftershocks that are the result of each sway your body makes are reducing luka to a mess. combined with the feeling of you clamping down on his cock, the sounds tumbling past your lips, the mere sight of you, on top of him—luka is going to lose his mind.

his eyes screw themselves shut, head leaning back against the pillows. his unruly, blond strands of hair are already starting to stick to his forehead and you can tell that he can't focus on anything else but you right now. not that you would rather have it any other way.

leaning down, you capture his lips in a kiss, one that is less delicate than the other ones you shared. it is more so passionate, fierce enough to catch luka's attention. all you needed was to have his eyes on you again, and you succeeded.

just as you were about to pull away, luka stops you. his arms wrap themselves around your neck and he yanks you down, connecting your chests once more. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, moaning and mewling repeatedly as you continue to ride him, hypnotizing him with every passing second and each roll of your pelvis against his.

luka holds you against him tightly, as if he's scared that you'll disappear into thin air if he dares to let go. he whines something into your ear, but all of it comes out as an incoherent jumble of words. frankly, you have no idea what he just said — you didn't have any time to try and decipher it or ask him to repeat himself either, because it isn't long before you can feel hot spurts of cum filling your insides up. like the well–mannered darling he is, luka told you that he was close, but you didn't catch it in time.

luka's embrace falters as he slowly rides out his high. it allows you to sit upright, his cock still nestled in your hole that is now leaking with his pearly beads of cum. you observe him for a moment, looking over his fucked—out expression and shaky body.

suddenly, luka yelps. he jolts, and soon his widened eyes settle themselves on you — you hardly gave him any time to come back to earth, deciding to resume those tantalizing sway of your hips before he managed to get over his electrifying orgasm. truthfully, he hasn't even realized that you have yet to cum, that he gave in to the oncoming wave of bliss before you did.

regardless of whether or not it was your plan to do this to luka, he is now overstimulated. his moans have increased tenfold in terms of volumes and he's babbling non—stop, asking you to "sl—oh—slow down, ngh—please!" or to "hngh! g—give me a mi—hah—a minute!". do you slow down or give him a minute? no.

luka doesn't have the strength to stop you, but he doesn't really want you to stop either. yes, he can feel himself going dumb because you're fucking him so good and yes, the pleasure coursing through his body is a little bit painful. but it hurts so good.

tears begin to prick at the corners of luka's eyes and his throat starts feeling hoarse. you're ruining him, and it was so easy to achieve that. it makes you wonder about what will happen if you chase your own high, and then toy with him like this some more.

[fallen-w1ngs]

okay, here goes nothing, first ask (ough,,,it’s 6 am and I cannot sleep…weeeewoooo)

How about Hawks with a reader who stims? (I am not being self indulgent shh. Also the best way I can explain stimming is that it’s a form of expression/self regulation or means of coping with certain emotions. How it feels? Personally, it feels like I’ve just been shocked and the only way to “get rid of the electricity” is to stim, or that swimming is just a way to relieve tension, idk how else to explain it. Sorry for the info dump😔)

Some examples of stimming I can think of at the moment are pacing, cracking knuckles or other joints, repeating words/phrases/noises, twirling or pulling on hair, bouncing leg, rocking back and forth, and flapping hands!!!! (for me personally I only really flap my hands when I’m super excited…if I don’t do it I feel like I’m going to explode :3 wait aww omg I think it would be cute if reader never fails to get that excited when they see him eugh)

anywho, thank you for writing this if you do!! I love ur writing, as I said in the previous ask but I have to say it again! Hope you have a lovely day/afternoon/night :3

THIS IS SO CUTIEEE :33!!! I stim so often for more reasons than one and it kills me that i didn't think of this yet <33 AAA!

'' MY LIGHT ,,

|| pairing : hawks / keigo takami x gn!reader

|| warnings : none! pure fluff :3

|| wc : 0.7k words

The day went on as usual. Fighting crime, helping people out, being the number two hero of Japan. Y'know, all that jazz. Sure, it made Keigo's adrenaline pump whenever he sees people in danger, in.. A stressful way. But what he looks forward to? Going home, not surprisingly. Not to rest, no no, it's to see you. His beloved one. The two of you started dating a 2 years ago and there's not one instance he could think of where you hadn't brought butterflies to his stomach just by being near him.

His wings flapped against the wind as he flew back to your shared home. Keigo's heavy boots clacking against the balcony as he took a deep breath in and slid the door open. The second he entered, he could smell the delicious dinner you'd cooked. You had a system, he made breakfast, both of you made your own lunch, you'd make dinner. Win-win situation.

"I'm home, baby!" He called out. In an instant, a grin appeared on his face as he saw your head pop out the kitchen and you raced over to him. Running into his arms and pressing a big kiss to his lips. God, you were sweet.

The two of you stayed there, losing track of the world for a few moments that felt like an eternity. In the best way possible. The second you pulled away, he felt immediately cold. You were his warmth, his light. Oh, but when you pulled away and started rambling on your day, your hands flapping and making gestures with excitement as you spoke. That was all the warmth he needed.

He shrugged his jacket off as well as kicking his boots off, his eyes never leaving you as you paced around. Explaining some issue you had with someone today. He listened to every word of yours as if it were scripture and you were a god.

"Yeah?" Keigo walked back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. A dopey grin on his face as you hugged his neck whilst he pressed tiny kisses on your neck.

"Yeah! It was wild! Oh, but, god, it was so worth it!" Keigo felt as you started playing with his hair. He loved when you did. It let your energy out as well as it felt nice. "I wish you were there, you would've loved to watch it unfold."

"And watch my darling get all riled up?" He chuckled, his stubble rubbing against your skin. "You're damned right. I would've loved seeing that."

You huffed and pressed a kiss against his temples. "C'mon, hero, let's have dinner" You grumbled with a fake pout.

He hummed, as if contemplating your words before a small smirk tugged at his lips and he pulled away. "Promise you'll keep talking?"

"Is the number two hero really asking to not be the center of attention?"

Instead of rebuttling in his usual fashion, he just had the softest smile dawned on his beautiful face. God, he looked like an angel. The moonlight pushed through the curtains and danced on his features, showing off every sharp and curved edge on him. Something that you'd never let the public see. "Baby, I'd rather be silent forever and listen to you than be the center of attention for a second."

This made you just explode, your foot tapped against the floor as you tightened your hug around his neck. Out of everything, he was what made you feel joy. Not just happiness, pure joy. Keigo, out of everyone, was one of the only people who would watch you pace around the living room rambling on about how the ending of a show you loved ended so poorly. How you played with his hair whilst you talked about how a certain function worked for a hobby of yours. Or how your arms would flap, much like how his wings would, the second you'd see him.

"I love you, my Keigo Takami" You whispered against his chin. Your soft lips brushing against his ticklish stubble.

You could feel the twitch of his skin as he smiled to your words, his arms wrapping around your waist. His thumb making circles on you as he whispered back. "I love you too, my light."

|| i feel like i strayed from the request a bit :( IM SO SORRY IF I DID DSSBHSCBLASN AAUGH!!! BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!

also, to anyone who's waiting for fsonf's update, trust im working on it <3

[pocket-watcher]

Gosh I know everyone loves the idea of a stage hypnotist with a skeptical audience member, but what about a stage hypnotist with a skeptical assistant?? A new assistant doesn’t actually believe in their boss’ abilities, so the hypnotist proves their skills (and gets a new toy along the way)?

Ooooo I really like this! That’s great, honestly.

Zoey was running low on funds.

That’s what she repeated to herself over and over as she approached The Magnificent Matteo’s studio for the first day of her new job.

Magic was bullshit, and everyone knew it.

Maybe there was one moment when she went to that Vegas show and thought it was real but that was 6 years ago and she was very, very drunk whilst watching.

And now here she was, stone cold sober and regretting her life choices which led her here.

“Zoey?” A voice called. Matteo. “Come in, come in! Welcome. You can leave your coat wherever you want. Let me show you around.”

He was nice enough. Here’s the coffee machine, here’s your desk, I know some good lunch spots around here, blah blah blah.

“And this is where the magic happens…. Literally!” He laughed a bit too hard at his joke. Zoey was sure he told it to every person who walked through the door.

The props caught her eye: fake flowers, top hats, a wand, and a large collection of pocket watches.

“Ah, I see you’ve found my favourite section.” He said, somehow appearing behind her, causing Zoey to jump. “Magic and hypnosis are closely linked, you know.”

She hummed in agreement, not trusting that her words wouldn’t come out as something like “yeah, they’re linked because neither of them are real.”

Matteo selected a watch from the display.

“Have you ever been hypnotised, Zoey?” He asked.

She shook her head and resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“Interesting. I usually pick an audience member. They tend to think it’s fake if I use my assistant, but I often need the practice. Would you be comfortable with aiding me in the future?”

She couldn’t say she didn’t believe, as that would ultimately reveal how she truly saw his profession. Instead, she settled on an answer she thought would get her out of ‘practice’ whilst keeping the lie up.

“I don’t think I can be hypnotised.”

The sparkle in Matteo’s eye made her grimace. She’d clearly said the wrong thing.

He gestured for her to sit.

“Would you mind if I put that to the test?”

She nonchalantly shrugged. It was fine, Zoey could just play along if she had to. She’d at least be able to use her acting degree for something.

Matteo dangled the pocket watch in-front of her eyes.

She watched as it heavily swayed back and forth. Slowly rocking. The clock face ticked, ticked, ticked as each second passed.

Another second that she was regretting not taking a job like dog walking or an unpaid internship.

“Just keep your eyes focused on the back and forth motion.”

Matteo’s voice was deeper now. Softer, too. Zoey had to admit his change in demeanour stirred something within her.

It was a pretty watch. Not one of those janky toy watches where the cover would snap off 5 minutes after you bought it. This looked like a family heirloom, or something someone with plenty of money to throw around would buy. Not that she’d know anything about that.

Matteo was still talking to her in that deep, soft voice, but honestly? Zoey had zoned out already. Focus was never her strong suit. Follow the dopamine, or whatever.

She simply let her mind drift as the watch dragged her eyes left to right to left to right…

“I’m going to count to three and snap my fingers. Once I do you’re going to fall into a deep, deep trance.”

Okay, sure bud. Whatever you say.

“One… two… three…”

SNAP

Everything went dark. Underwater. Zoey could hear people laughing. Cheering. Her thoughts were just out of reach, like a dream slipping through your fingertips as you wake up.

SNAP

She jolted awake, and the cheers surrounded her.

She was on stage. As was Matteo.

“Give it up for my lovely assistant Zoey!”

How long had it been? Was it even the same day? She wasn’t meant to have a show for another week?!

Matteo guided her behind the curtain.

“You did great out there tonight.” He said, smiling down at her.

“What did you do to me?! How long has it been?!” She pulled away from him.

He frowned.

“Oh, no need to worry about all that. Magic isn’t real, remember?” He held his hands ready to snap.

“And neither is hypnosis.” She finished blankly, as she was thrown back into trance.

[captainwans]

Can I sleep beside you tonight?

pairing: fetus!alex turner x fem!reader

warning: neurotic reader, mentions of anxiety disorder, vulgar language, angst but slowly turning into fluff at the end, implied smut.

prompt: nr. 2 (angst)

word count: 1,6k

[Y/N]’s eyes brimmed with tears, chin trembling like a child as she contemplated her actions by coming at his house at this god forsaken hour. The darkness crept in, the cold night engulfing her like a blanket as she was standing at his doorstep shivering. 

She brought a trembling hand up to the door, halting for a second before softly knocking at the door. She knew his parents were asleep upstairs and Alex had a habit of staying up late busying himself downstairs. She knew he was awake, noticing a faint light coming from the kitchen window. 

Her eyes were bruised from crying and she grimaced at how her eyes stung, the skin around her eyes turning raw and dry. Soft hiccups emitted from her throat as she folded her arms in front of her chest, like she was trying to cease some of her pain. Her mind spiraled, going a thousand miles per hour and she closed her eyes. She felt her heartbeat quicken, along with a hard pulse knotting into her throat. 

Doorstep. House. Wind. Cold. She thought, repeating a technique she got from her psychologist. She blew her cheeks out, her heavy breaths fleeting in the air from the cold. She nodded to herself, mumbling words of encouragement as she placed a hand over her chest, focusing on her breathing. 

It was like the anxiety was taking the wheel this time, clouding over her heart and mind. She shook her head, teeth grounding with discomfort as she felt another storm hitting her like a tidal wave. She whimpered, sniffling as her body grew tense to the point of shaking. She was so lost in her chaos that she didn’t notice that she was being pulled inside the house, shielding her away from the cold night. 

A pair of hands cupped both of her cold cheeks, their warm touch seeming to snap her back to reality. She blinked a few times, eyes locking with his warm ones, looking at her with concern. Her skin tingled and she felt tears welling inside her eyes. She sniffled, pulling away from his warmth as she sauntered toward the kitchen. 

Alex watched her pacing around the kitchen, face flushed whilst she ran her fingers through her tangled hair with trembling hands. He clenched his jaw, feeling his chest prickle. He furrowed his eyebrows, turning his body around to close the kitchen door before walking towards her. 

“Hey, baby. Talk to me. What’s going on?” Alex said in a soothing tone, inching closer. Her quiet cries left a crack in his heart, feeling his stomach clench at the sight in front of him. 

[Y/N]’s face crumbled. She gripped the hair at the back of her hair with both of her hands, like she was demonstrating how she would grab the anxiety by the neck, squeezing their life out. She felt the hairs on the back of her head sting and she let go, hiding her face with her hands. Her eyes shimmered with tears as they trickled down her cheek. She shook her head while covering her hands to her face. “I don’t know, Al. I’m so fucking anxious all the time. I–I don’t know how to make it stop.” she admitted, voice wavering and muffled due to her hands covering her face, but he heard her nonetheless. 

Alex bit his lip, eyebrows creasing his forehead with a pained expression. He stepped closer, his rough calloused hands placing themselves on her hands, gently removing them from her face before pulling her into his chest. He let her pour her heart out, his hands caressing her hair before trailing down to her back rubbing it comfortably. “It’s gonna be okay, darling.” he whispered into her ear, rocking themselves back and forth. 

She heard her muffling into his chest and he frowned, “Did you say something, baby?” he watched her pulling away from his embrace, but she still had her arms on his waist. He gave her a reassuring smile, a hand brushing a few hair strands away from her damp forehead. 

[Y/N] cleared her throat, biting her lip before speaking. “I said, how come you’re not tired of me?” she said, her voice hoarse from crying. She watched his face fall, brows furrowing tightly at her words.

“Why would I be tired of you, my love?” Alex replied, voice gentle and comforting. He wiped away a lone tear from her cheek, his hand drifting to hold the side of her neck before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. “You know that you can always come to me with anything, even this. You don’t have to go through this alone.” he told her, his lips lingering longer on her skin as he prepped small kisses along her jawline. 

She felt his hot breath fan over her face and she closed her eyes, leaning into his warmth. She brought her hand to his face, tilting his chin toward her. He smiled at her, eyes glowering from the faint light above them. “I don’t expect you to be fine all the time. That’s impossible and you’re human. Why would I leave the person who means to me the most?” he expressed in a small tone, voice getting fainter as he heard a light thud from upstairs. 

Her breathing seemed to regain back to her normal pace, chest slightly heaving as she took in his words. Her lips curved upwards, fingers brushing over his lips, which he softly pecked. “Do you know how much I love you?” she told him, fingers gently caressing his chin.

Alex simpered, giving her a hum. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned it a few times.” he answered, making her throw her head back in a laugh but stopped and covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh, fuck. Your parents are sleeping.” she swallowed her laugh, whispering as the pair shared a muffled laugh.

"I love you too, bug."

A dust of crimson danced across her cheeks, her hand slowly moving away from her mouth. She stared at him just like he stared at her—as hypnotized and immersed with each other. She inched closer and looked at his hands that was comfortably resting on her waist. She rubbed his arms lovingly, feeling his fingers slipping under her hoodie onto her bare skin. She opened her mouth, but closed it, the suggestion of staying the night leaving her flustered.

Her eyes were unsure and hesitant as she avoided eye contact. It wasn’t like they hadn’t slept on the same bed together, in fact, before they were dating they used to sleep over at each other’s house all the time. But leading to their fresh new relationship as a couple, it felt a little different and she became bashful to say the most. 

“What’s on your mind, darling?” She heard him say, feeling his hand pulling her chin toward him. Her heart skipped a beat, feeling heat flood over her face. She hummed and fiddled with his shirt, biting back a flustered smile. “Can I sleep beside you tonight?” 

Alex’s eyes sparked at her question, unable to hide his grin. “Fuck yes!” He eagerly nodded his head before he paused, internally cringing with the way he reacted like a horny teenager—well, he was a teenager after all. He cleared his throat, “I mean, uh–yes, of course you can.” he rephrased, making her giggle. 

She cupped both of his cheeks, staring at him fondly before pulling him into a kiss. He melted into the kiss, his hands on her waist tightening to pull her closer to his body. He reveled in the feeling of having her closer to him, deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue into her mouth making her gasp into his mouth. 

The pair pulled away, breathless and panting as they gazed into each other’s eyes. “I love you.” she said, leaning her forehead against his, which he responded by pulling her into another searing kiss, pressing her against the fridge. She groaned against his mouth, hearing the fridge making a sound. “Fuck, Alex, do you want to wake up your parents?” she jested, panting as he felt her prepping short sweet kisses on her face.

Alex groaned against her skin, his lips trailing over her neck. “Don’t worry about them. They don’t wake up that easily,” he murmured against her skin, hands creeping up her sides making her giggle. “Baby, we’re not having sex in the kitchen,” she warned, biting back a moan as she felt him nibble on her neck.

He pulled away, a cocky smirk reaching his handsome features. His raised his eyebrows, “So, you’re saying that we’re fucking, just not in the kitchen? Am I hearing right?” he tested her, inching closer to nudge his nose with hers before pecking her lips. 

[Y/N] scoffed, swatting his hands away. “It’s two in the morning. I’m tired, Al. C’mon, let’s go to sleep.” she practically commanded, dragging him by the hand as they exited the kitchen. 

He was hot on her heel, fastening his pace as the pair went up the stairs. He had his arm around her waist, “You’re hot when you’re controlling.” he cocked, lips curving into a smirk making her glare at him before slapping his arm. “Be quiet.”

“Ow! That fucking hurts!”

[resurrectedwarrior76]

Music That Incites Happiness

Music That Incites Happiness 

Happiness is something we all tend to strive for and the things we put in front of us help to determine how we feel and think. It is important to keep positive things going into your eye gate and ear gate as your body and mind react to what we surround ourselves with. All the music I have chosen has relative consonance as dissonance tends to bring feelings of negativity. The music I have presented does not necessarily have a theme of happiness in every song, but the songs either have a topic of happiness or the rhythm, tone, or melodic lines all contribute to happiness or feeling joyous whilst played.  

Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy is a well-known classical song from the Nutcracker. It is often associated with Christmas and for most, Christmas is a holiday known to bring happiness to many. The song itself makes you want to dance along with the ballet and the melody tends to repeat during the song quite a bit.  

Happy Talk by Ella Fitzgerald is a jazz song that talks about things that may make a person feel happy and Ella says you need to talk happy and have dreams and to talk about those dreams. The music in the song is a basic melody and rhythm that constantly bounces along and is a steady and even song without crescendos or decrescendos like the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.  

Somebody Like You by Keith Urban starts off with a repeating melody with a mandolin. The guitar playing in the song is steady and rhythmic with the mandolin coming in and bringing an extra bit of fun into the song. The song has a fun beat and there are harmonies within the song. The song is a country song, but you can feel bits of rock and roll playing through it and that part brings in a little bit of variation to the piece. It has a happy feeling to the song as he sings about finding love and he is quite content with the person he has found. Love is something we all search for as a piece of our happiness.  

What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong is a jazz piece known worldwide. He sings about the beauty of the world and all the beauty growing around and he is moved by it. The “colors of the rainbow,” people’s faces, and friends telling each other they love one another when they do a simple act of shaking hands. Simple things such as white clouds, blue skies and simple smiles are all examples of beauty in the world and in beauty we can find happiness. The tempo of this song is simple and yet soothing and serene, and it makes you feel warm and free inside.  

Walking on Sunshine by Katrina & The Waves, has a tempo that is upbeat and really gets you moving. The tempo and rhythm alone get your adrenaline going. The words of the song are also moving as the idea of “walking on sunshine and feeling good”, causes you to want to sing along and dance which also contributes to a person’s wellbeing and dopamine release which as we know adds to a person feeling happy.  

Let the Good Times Roll by BB King is a blues song which you may think is not a genre that would make a person feel happy. The song has an upbeat rhythm and there is a feeling of happiness that comes through as BB sings “let the good times roll” over and again throughout the song bringing goodness to the forefront of your mind. There is a brass band in the background which can add a little bit of a symphonic feeling to the piece. The dynamic of the brass and guitars bouncing back and forth draws you into the song and makes you at the very least want to tap your foot and enjoy the idea of having a fun time.  

Daft Punk’s One More Time is an electronic/EDM song that will get even the most serious person feeling elevated with its rhythm. This song's motive is to get people out on the dance floor and celebrate. The theme throughout the song is in the title itself “One More Time’ we are gonna celebrate” and saying over and over “we can’t stop”. These words implore you to keep on celebrating and have a fun time. “Music’s got me feeling so free” is repeated as well. The words and the tempo and fun vibe from the song will make anyone feeling down to be uplifted even a little bit.  

Pharrell William’s Happy is a song that gets everyone involved in clapping and dancing and admitting to being happy. Even the idea of bad news will not stop him from being happy and his perspective is that nothing will bring him down because he is happy. The entire melodic line is about happiness, and it is a repeated theme throughout the entire song. The bridge is a room full of happy people clapping and repeating the word happy repeatedly. The song is very repetitive, but the main upbeat rhythm is intended to keep the crowd dancing and to bring a level of happiness to the hearer.  

[astrowhump]

Nightingale

This is the song featured in this one-shot, highly recommend you listen while reading :>

TW: mentions of recent torture, asphyxiation, angst,threats, hurt/comfort by the same person

“Take me back to the place where I used to be,Before I lived a lifetime”

Adan rocks his body back and forth as he sings - hums - a melody, hugging his knees so hard as if his body would fall apart if he dares let go.

“Show me all of the love that I used to see, in the eyes of this lonely lover of mine”

His pale voice, mixed with his quiet sobs, echoes in the dark basement.

Face burning, back bleeding, limbs hurting, bones cracked, and body utterly violated. The voice is barely above a whisper, but angelic.

He repeats the same few lines he remembers over and over again, murmuring the music in between, like a lullaby, however ineffective to calm him down.

Elijah left him after what felt like days of torture, whilst in reality, it had only been a few hours. Time really does stretch when every single one of your nerves is set on fire.

What he didn’t know was that his tormentor was right behind the locked door, listening to every note he sang, smiling at how his voice cracked on higher notes, pulling his strained vocal cords - exhausted of all the screaming.

The door flings open and his secret admirer steps inside. Adan scurries his hurting body to the corner of the room, pressing his back to the wall.

“Look at you, my pretty little nightingale.”

Adan swallows down a sob.

“Go on ahead now. Why’d you stop?” He says mockingly, like he doesn’t understand how much terror he causes the boy.

His captive only stares at him, unduly weak to react and too afraid to speak.

“Sing.” He orders.

Adan gestures ‘no’ with the smallest shake of the head. This is all he has now, all that calms him down, his songs are the only thing Elijah hasn’t violated yet. No, he won’t give it away, no matter how much his brain screams at him to fear the consequences.

Elijah smirks. He loves it when Adan puts up a fight, because he gets to break him in the end, every time. But this better not take long - he’s just as worn out as the boy, if he’s being awfully honest.

He takes another step towards Adan and he tries to get further away, but he’s trapped himself in the corner of two cement walls.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you still have enough energy to act stubborn after all that.” He points to his trembling battered body and the trail of fresh blood trickling down his shoulders.

He hunches down in front of the barely functioning boy.

“Either you sing right now, or I’ll make you sing as I rip off every inch of your skin.”

Adan visibly shakes at the thought of that, he knows his captor never makes empty threats; He also knows that his captor won’t actually have to carry out that threat.

“Go on now. What was it you were singing a few minutes ago?”

“Mm-n-no, wasn’t-“

He only gets to grunt loudly as his head is slammed to the wall behind his back and a hand squeezes his throat.

“Oh, I thought you knew better than to say no to me.”

Adan’s hands scratch away at the claws holding him. His whole body is numb and weary and now his brain isn’t receiving any oxygen.

His eyes well up, he searches Elijah’s eyes and finds nothing but determination in them. His vision’s already going blurry. His half-working brain puts two and two together; He knows there’s no way out of this, he’ll eventually have to give up his voice. Whatever master wants, master gets, and in this case, it is to own and corrupt everything that once belonged to his miserable prisoner.

“Mmh- mhm…” he wheezes out through tightened airways, letting the man know the stupid fight in him is gone.

“You have ten seconds to start singing, lovely.” and his throat is spared.

He pities himself as he gathers air in his lung to start singing again, Elijah had really broken him, he thought he’d never be miserable enough to stop fighting; But here he is now, agreeing to give up the one and only thing he had left, all within 10 seconds.

He used to have such a fight in him, he’d throw daggers at his captor with fire in his eye. the fire in him is gone now; hell, the life in him is gone as well.

But frankly, this is probably one of the only things he’s been asked to do that doesn’t physically hurt him, one of the rare occasions where he gets a fair bargain.

His lips part to let the air flow out in delicately formed musical notes. Elijah leans his back on the wall and gradually slides down to a squat.

“Take me back to the place where I used to be”

His master sits down beside him now, with his knees folded and his back to the wall.

“…Before I lived a lifetime”

A hand wraps around his naked shoulders, and he doesn’t cringe away, surprising, even for himself.

“…Show me all of the love that I used to see”

The hand slowly wraps him up into an embrace, he rests his head on his owner’s chest. He doesn’t care whose hand it is. He doesn’t care that the same hand suffocated him a few seconds ago.

“…In the eyes of this lonely lover of mine”

Elijah’s fingers tangle themselves in the sleek hair of the other. Adan finds comfort in the touch, there’s no pulling or roughness, just gentle fingertips touching the nape of his neck and brushing out his sweaty locks.

“…now my reward is peace and quiet”

He continues lazily. His eyelids slide shut along with those of his owner; holding him as if they’re the only ones left in the world.

“…or both I’m never sure”

Their breathing patterns are synced now, they both take deep and slow breaths. Adan’s words become more and more faded as his brain struggles to stay conscious. The hand in his hair is still now. Both men drift off, wrapped up in a warm hug, fatigued and tranquil. They truly are the only ones left in each other’s worlds.

“…take…me…back…”

[daisymerollingg]

#Do I entertain you?

Synopsis; genshin men reacting to you wearing a skirt

Genre; fluff, suggestive

Characters; Diluc, Kazuha, Gorou, Ayato, Arataki Itto

Thoma is mentioned

A/N; HEHEHEHEHHEHWEHEHEHE

–Diluc

Diluc walks into the room whilst you twirl around before your mirror, admiring the new skirt you bought a few days ago. A joyful grin plastered on your face. Diluc feels anger flow through his veins.

"Kitten, where do you think you're going?" he growls, hands clenched by his side. You flinch and whip your head around, eyes widening at your angered lover.

"outside?" Your voice comes out as a meek whisper. He feels his eyebrow twitch.

"In that?!" He barks.

"y-y-yes?"

"No-" His body starts to twitch as he clutches at his hair. "I can't hold it! I can feel it come out! I can feel the alpha in me!" You gasp, falling to the ground in fear. He collapses to the ground, and as you were about to scoot over and check on him, he arises. His body towers over you, his figure ten times larger than a few moments before, his head almost hits the ceiling. The mega alpha in him has been released.

"tsk tsk, you shouldn't have done that kitten. You've made daddy mad. time for your punishment." He howls.

–Kazuha

You're talking to Thoma, and kazuha so happens to walk in the room the two of you are conversing in. His eyes immediately fall to your short skirt. He smirks like that one roblox face and flicks his finger, using his vision to send a gust of wind toward you. Your skirts lifts up and you moan.

Kasuha peers over at the camera and winks

"good shit."

Thoma is stunned.

–Gorou

"WOOF BARKD WOODHSH WGARK GRRRRE VGWAHA BAGRK BRRRRR WOOF WOSHSHS BARK AHGAI GRRRJGHGHGHGG WOOF BWAK GRRR HAUA BWAK WAK R WOOF."

–Ayato

"It's ok Thoma, it was just a dream." Ayato sighs, rubbing Thoma's back in comfort. Thoma had his arms wrapped around him as he rocked himself back and forth, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

"My lord, it was terrifying." He mutters, the prior events playing in his head like a brocken recorder. "They let out this- this herendous sound! And then I saw them again when I left, and that Watasumi General was there- He was down on all fours and- and BARKING!"

"It wasn't real, Thoma. They're not even real." Ayato repeats.

"Ayato~" You coo, skipping into the room as your skirt slightly lifts at your movement. Ayato looks up as Thoma freezes. "Look at my new skirt~" Thoma snaps his head up

"IT'S YOU!! NO!! NOT AGAIN!!" He shuffles back until his back hits the wall. Ayato stands up and stomps over to you, his eyes dark. You tremble as he makes his way over to you, your legs weak from the furious dominant energy he was radiating. He corners you to a wall and slams his hand next to your head.

"You really think you can go out wearing anything you want? No, no, you need to learn your lesson. Let me show you who's boss."

"AHHHHHHHH, MY LORD WHAT ARE YOU-"

you moan as Ayato places his hand on your elbow. Thoma feels the tears steam down his face.

–Itto

"Nice skirt, sweet cheeks!" Itto complements, beaming down at you.

"awww, thank you, love. I honestly thought it didn't look that good on me." You respond, feeling the heat creep up to your cheeks. Itto lets out an exaggerated gasp at your comment.

"how can you say that?? Trust me, babe, you can rock literally ANYTHING. that's one of the bijilion things I love about you!" He exclaims. Your grin widens and you lean in to kiss his cheek, which he delightfully returns with a quick peck on your lips.

And the two of you continue on with your day, your fingers gleefully intertwined.

[little-svt]

Can I put in a request for little!S. coups and x caregiver!reader I don’t mind if it’s a female or g/n caregiver but it’s where s. coups has had a very stressful week you know being the oldest and leader of 12 others isn’t easy and having comebacks isn’t the easier either but one day reader finds him so worked up like on the verge of tears and pulling his hair out stressed and reader suggest age regression so he won't be so worked up all the time and they start off with the basic stuff and yea.

GENDER-NEUTRAL|ANGST

Wc: 908

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo

Don’t wanna cry

As you enter your boyfriend’s room, your heart aches at the sight in front of you. Seungcheol was pacing back and forth beside his bed, muttering under his breath. His fingers were tangled in his hair and you noticed him occasionally giving them a harsh tug in clear frustration. You rushed over in a panic and gently pulled his hands away before he hurt himself even more.

“Hey…Hey what’s going on?” You asked him softly.

“Nothing, I’m fine. I’m just tired.” Seungcheol replied, seeming to avoid your gaze.

“It’s clearly not nothing babe, you were practically ripping your hair out and burning a hole into the floor with all your pacing.” You said, reaching up to push his hair out of his face. Seungcheol moved away from your touch and he cleared his throat.

“I’m fine.” He repeated.

“But you’re not fine. If you keep pushing your feelings away then they are just going to grow and grow until you crumble. Maybe we need to find a way for you to relieve some of this stress.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I read about this thing called age regressing. It’s basically where you get to act like a kid and let go of all the responsibilities you have as an adult. It’s supposed to be really good at helping get rid of stress and I’ll be here to take care of you whilst you are in that head space.” You explained, frowning a bit when Seungcheol lets out a scoff at your response.

“Act like a kid? That sounds ridiculous! I appreciate you trying to help me but I can’t just let go of all my responsibilities like that. Besides I have tried practically every stupid way of trying to relieve stress so how do we know this will even work. I mean it could end up making me feel worse…” He rambled on and started to pace again. You let out a sigh and quickly placed your hands on the side of his face.

“Hey please… please, just let me take care of you baby.” You said, running your thumbs over his cheeks gently. He looked at you before nodding and letting out a choked sob. He wrapped his arms around you tightly before burying his head into the crook of your neck. The frown on your face grew as you listened to his muffled sobs and you started to slowly rock the two of you.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while until you could hear his sobs turn into soft sniffles. Gently, you moved his head so that he was looking at you and used your thumbs to wipe away the last few tears that rolled down his cheeks.

“Oh my baby, I’m here for you okay?” You said quietly. He nodded his head before he used the back of his hand to rub at his eyes gently.

“Don’t wanna cry… jus’ wan be happy.” He mumbled out, the softness of his voice catching you off guard but you couldn’t help the small smile that crept up onto your face.

“I know sweetie, but it’s okay to cry. It’s good to let it all out so that then I can help you be all happy again.” You reassured him and your smile grew as he nodded along to your words.

With his permission, you started to help him get changed out of his clothes and into one of his soft hoodies and some comfy sweatpants before helping him sit down on his bed. You could tell something was on his mind as he played with the strings of his hoodie that laid on his chest.

“Can I… have a snack?” He asked, his gaze fixed on the strings that were wrapped around his fingers.

“Of course you can sweetie, I’ll go grab something for you.” You replied, giving him a soft kiss to the side of his head before heading into the kitchen. Pulling open the fridge door, you scan the shelves before pulling out the strawberries. After giving them a wash, you carefully cut them up into smaller pieces before placing them into a bowl and heading back to Seungcheol’s room.

As you entered the room, you couldn’t help but smile at the position he was in. Seungcheol sat against the headboard with his knees up to his chest, his eyes fixated on the TV at some cartoon he had put on. You made your way over to him and handed him the bowl of strawberries.

“Want me to feed them to you?” You ask him, giggling as he took the bowl from you, his eyes never leaving the TV screen.

“Nuh uh, I’m a big boy. I do it.” He mumbled out softly before he started to dig into his strawberries. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at the little pout that was still on his lips as he ate his snack. Whilst he enjoyed his quiet time, you got up to tidy away his stuff from the day but stopped in your tracks when you heard a whine and felt a tug on the back of your shirt. Quickly, you turned to look at Seungcheol who was staring back at you.

“Don’t leave me.” He sniffed softly. You let out a soft coo and sit down on the bed, pulling him into your side. He cuddled into your side before going back to eating and watching his cartoons.

“Never sweetheart…”

🧸End note: Aaaa my first ever request! I really hope you enjoy this anonie and honestly this request made me fall in love with little Seungcheol because he’s just so adorable! I also wanted to get this done as soon as possible so you could read it in time for his birthday! A big happy birthday to our precious, competitive, protective and oldest baby leader! We love you S.Coups! ~👑🐰💛

Little svt is working on our second ever request! As always- please let us know by comment or ask if you’d like to be added to the Taglist! AND A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BIRTHDAY BOY, CHEOLIE!! ~🐶🐰🍓

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[inertflouride]

Turmoils of you- Part 2

(This won't make much sense if you haven't read the first part)

Episode 10 references ⚠️

Warning: swearing, death references, nightmares, kidnapping.

"Save me! Please!", the girl in front of me begs. I have seen her from before, I-, I just can't figure out from where. "He has already killed him. He's going to kill me too! I'm begging you. Please. Save me."

Suddenly, she speeds over to me and creepily smiles at me, her bloodshot eyes staring into my soul. "Why don't you come save me? How can you be so heartless? How can you watch me die from the comfort your house?", she repeats, almost maniacally, "Won't you come save me? Huh?"

All of a sudden, she lunges on me, making me fall backwards, and then she sits on top of my stomach, getting her face closer and closer to me as she keeps repeating, "Why don't you save me? Why don't you?" with her red rimmed eyes budging out and a scary smile never leaving her. She hysterically starts laughing, and wraps her pale hands around my neck, strangling me. I didn't falter initially but eventually my lungs give up, and I start struggling to get in any oxygen. I desperately look for an object in the range of my hands to protect myself from getting killed by her.

Finally, I find a small rock, roughly about the size of my palm and move to hit the back of her head with it, whilst she is fixated on me. Just when I swing my hand with full force, the look on her face suddenly changed, any signs of hysteria vanished. I somehow stop my hand, losing grip on the rock.

She looks at me, expressionless, as if nothing just happened and even lets go of my neck. I gasp in all the air I can and start coughing up. I tried to sit back but realised she still hasn't got off of me, and by the looks of it, isn't planning to either.

Out of the blue, she gives me a sensitive smile, even more delicate than pansies. That's when it clicks, her identity. She is none other than Hannah Donfort.

"Why?", I somehow manage to utter with my raspy voice. Why me Hannah?

She opens her mouth, but before she could say anything, "Bang". She stiffs, with a bullet hole right in the middle of her head. I start screaming, as much as my throat allows, blasting off my sound box with all my might, screaming on the top of my lungs.

"NOOO!", I give out a pained yell and jerkingly, I sit back up, noticing my surrounding is no longer the one from before, noticing that Hannah is no longer on me, dead.

I hold my face down in my palms, trying to calm myself. "It's just a dream, it isn't real. Calm down", I mutter but my words fails to reach me. My body shakes convulsively as I break down. The nightmare kept repeating in my head, how Hannah begged for my help, how she strangled me and how she...

Two large arms wrap around me, trying to calm me down but it ends up inducing a totally opposite reaction. I jerk at the touch and push back the source, scrambling to the farthest corner of the bed and curl up in a ball. I immediately recognise him as the guy who had drugged me. Who else would it even be anyways.

"W- Who are you-u? What d-do you want?", I stutter in a voice so small, I could barely hear my own self. This person is wearing a hood and a face mask, so clearly, I can't make out who he is.

"Please calm down. Do you need water?", he asks, trying to be helpful but it rubs off in a wrong way. Why isn't he answering a simple damn question?

"No no no", I shriek, rocking back and forth, with tears dropping on my arms, my palms covering my ears.

"It's me. Jake", he begins, trying to make peace with weird arm motions as if trying to negotiate with my fear. "It's me. Jake. You don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you. You know I won't hurt you, right?"

"Oh, so it's you. Fancy meeting you", I mumble, letting my body fall on the bed with a soft thud. Jake rushes towards me and wraps himself around me, his arms rubbing up and down my arms, trying to warm me up but it only makes my sobbing grow. I grab his hoodie and nuzzle in his neck, trying to make it all go away.

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm here now", he says, softly, and kisses my forehead. He stretches one of his arms but does not let go of me and grabs a water bottle. "Come on, take a sip", he adds and twists open the cap, giving it to me. I take a few sips, for his sake, but when it relieves my scratchy throat, I continue drinking it.

He wipes my tears with his thumb and looks me in my eyes with his clenched jaw. "I will not let you hurt yourself anymore. I will bring Michael down even if I have to kill him", he silently vows to me.

"How did you know-", I voice but he places his finger on my lips, silencing me.

"I'd be a fool to not know what troubles the person I love", he cooed in my ear and patted my head, lifting me off him. Fuck, I didn't notice I was on his lap the whole time. I let a cough out and look at him, questioningly. His hood is down now, showing his wavy black hair. He's wearing a black mask which covers his nose and mouth just like the ones we wore in the pandemic.

He must have sensed me looking at his mask and takes it off. A subconscious "wow" escapes me and shit, I want to disappear right now. This embarrasses me and makes my cheeks burn. Why God?Why? And now he smirks at me. Way to go MC, feed his ego now, pfft.

He clears his throat and snaps me from marvelling him. I just want to dig my own grave right now.

He tries to start, "Do you want to talk about it, whatever just-"

"Nope", I interject him.

"Okay then. Are you alright now? Do you want to lie down, rest for a bit more?", he suggests, putting his hands in his pockets. He's nervous, probably because he hasn't been in such situations.

"Not really. I feel better now", I reply back, looking at him, "Um, how did you find me?"

"I traced your location from the network tower your phone accessed while messaging me", he hinted at me.

"But how did you get to me so fast, like I texted you about 10 minutes before...", I try to converse the part where he kidnapped me, giving me a shocker of a lifetime.

"Let's say I was around this area since a few days", he replies back, looking kind of pissed? Damn, I can sense the trail of anger emerging from him.

"What were you thinking? You knew this was a fucking suicide mission before deciding, didn't you? Why did you not discuss any of THIS with me?!", he finally lets it all out.

"And you would have let me?", I snapped back, "If I can save them both, why shouldn't I? And it wasn't like I was going to play by Michael's script. I had a plan but you jeopardised it!"

"No way in hell will I ever let you anywhere near that creep. What if it was Michael instead of me! Then what would have happened huh?!", he hisses back at me, and slumps down in his chair.

"By the way, he would have caught on to your little plan had you taken one step further into the cave. There was a CCTV on the entrance but you didn't know that, right?" he scoffs and gets on his computer.

Fuck. I didn't consider the CCTV part. The fact that he could plant cameras all around the 60 miles long mine never crossed me.

"I- But-", I try to start but fail to get anything out that would make sense.

"Yeah right, this is just what I expected", he says without even looking at me. We both stayed quiet for a while with awkwardness hanging in the air.

"What all happened when I was asleep?", I ask him.

He looks at me for a while before he starts describing, "You kept saying 'I am sorry' repeatedly, kept shaking your head furiously. You were even sweating profusely and whimpering too. At first, I thought you had a fever or maybe side effects of chloroform that I had to use but then you suddenly screamed and rest I think you are aware of."

I kept quiet for a few minutes before speaking up. "You know, I saw Hannah in my dream", he stiffens up. "She kept begging me to save her and when I didn't, she strangled me. Then, suddenly, she lets go of me only to get shot and her lifeless body falls on me."

He looks at me, speechless, and with a hard stare, his glossy eyes stays on me. Then, he strides over to me and gently cups my face with his two hands. "Has it ever happened before?", he asks in a soft voice. It has. It has because it was closely related to my own childhood trauma but I won't tell him that. Especially, when all I can see is pain and guilt in his eyes, silently blaming himself for it.

"Nope", I lie to him. I'll tell him when things settle down a bit but right now, nope. We look at each other, not breaking contact. He's so close to me. One of his hands grazes the skin exposed between my pants and top. It is when I gasp by his hand's sudden touch that he closes the space between us and presses his lips on mine softly. One of his hands wanders in my top and the other holds my nape lightly.

Everything about it was soft, gentle and comforting. The light brushing of our lips. It wasn't sexual. Nope. It was reassuring, his way of telling me that we will save Hannah. Not him or me, but us. He breaks away, keeping our foreheads pressed together, his hand still on my nape. "I will make him pay for this MC. For all that he has done to Hannah, to you. I will make him beg me for death", he solemnly pledges and presses his lips to my forehead.

"I have to handle some business about my pursuers right now. I have already overstayed my visit here, longer than I should have", he pauses. "Um, about Michael. We have to make a plan, a foolproof one and um, I'll need your help again. Not right now, a little later", he implies suggestively, giving a small smile.

"I wanted to take a shower as well. I was sweating a lot back there apparently. Plus, it will help me calm my nerves and clear my head", I reply, scratching the back of my head.

"Yeah sure, the bathroom's that way," he shows me and gets back to his work while I get busy overthinking everything.

I bolt the door and start stripping, thinking a thousand things at once. Sighing, I turn on my shower, close my eyes and let my mind go blank as cold water drums over my skin, loosening my limbs and calming my mind. I stay like this for a few seconds before I slip down with the tiles and sit down the cold floor, my head hung low while letting go of the restraints I have restricted on myself. I need to get out of this emotional dilemma because I can no longer afford to stay like this. Especially now that I have bigger things to do.

"So when I get out of this shower, there should no longer be any traces of weakness", I command myself.

I have to stay strong. Because I am. Because I can be.

PART-3

[lilyrachelcassidy]

hi hello, may I request for the prompt 64 with Draco, please?

I'm terrible at sending ask, sorry.

A/N: Yesssssssss, totally! Thank u for a send-in and for the patience:)

64. (protectiveness + emotionally needy) + “Shhh, it’s all right, you’re safe…”

It had happened again; in the middle of the night when the hot sweat dragged you out of sleep with the uneven gasps for the air and shaking sobs filling up your mouth as the panic washed over your body.

Another nightmare.

Glass shattering all over the room, people shrieking from the sudden horror and belligerence, blood dropping onto the floor along with corpses, descending like the lifeless mannequins...

You wrapped your arms around yourself in a comforting manner, attempting to stifle the next deep sob. As suddenly, another pair of arms snaked around your waist, and the soft lips quickly found their way to the nape of your neck.

Briefly, impulsively, you grappled to escape the embrace, feeling the agitation rising and expanding in your chest. The discernment between the reality and dream world was still partly blurred and the sudden act made you feel suppressed. Quelled. "Please... No," you slurred in the drunk voice. "No again, please... Let me, let me..."

"Shhh, it’s all right, you’re safe…" another voice, deep and calming, whispered. The arms squeezed your body tighter to his and tears fell on your cheeks, try as you might. "You're with me now."

Slowly, you began to relax as Draco repeated the motion, running his hand up and down your spine. It was all familiar, you reprimanded yourself. You knew this cologne scent. You knew where you were now. And why. "Draco?"

"Yes?" He smiled gently, stroking the side of your cheek with his thumb. He was always so consoling.

"Why does it always end up like that?" you let out a muffled cry. A pang of pain shot in your chest and the influx of insecurity engulfed you.

"What's that?"

"Every night. It ends up like that. Don't you have enough?"

Rocking you back and forth, now your body was completely relaxed enfolded in his hold. You heard him sigh and suddenly he pushed you back a little bit to have a better view on your face, but not as much as to completely detach you away from him. His brows, as you could discern his expression now, were knitted together and he had a disbelieving look on the lips. "Y/N, as long as need me, I'm going to be there for you, yeah?"

"Draco. Promise I would understand. If you don't feel like--"

However, you didn't have enough audacity to finish your sentence because the soft lips cut you off, spreading a loving sensation in your chest. Your palms entangled around his neck whilst he brushed through your hair, massaging your scalp soothingly. You moaned quietly at the feeling and he smiled at that.

Feeling his chest drop and raised offered you tranquility. Sympathy and affection for him surged over you.

His scent, his sensitive touch, his radiating warmth.

And at once, you felt at home.

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an: finito. thank you for reading! any kind of observations, remarks, and whatsoever would be very welcome:)! i'll try doing one prompt per evening since i have a lot of work to do now...

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[littlefreya]

Dirty Henry

Summary: A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (2nd person POV)

Word count: 2K

Warning: 18+, smutty smut, oral sex - female receiving, lewd, descriptive profanities that will make your ears burn,praising, outdoor sex, gentle rough sex, creampie. 

A/N: This was requested ages ago: messing around with Henry duri picnic. The dirty talk was inspired by a chat with Wendy. Beta’d by the one and only queen @agniavateira. The Mythology quotes of Apollo and Dapne are based on Wikipedia. *No permission is given of reposting, copying my work or ideas and parts from it and claiming it as your own* 

Feedback is welcome, comment and reblog if you enjoyed. 

Title: Dirty Henry

Honey-coloured leaves floated in the air, flapping tenderly like frail butterflies that danced frivolously in the wind. Lying on your back over a blanket, you watched them as you listened to the rustle of leaves and the water flowing down the small stream nearby.  

Henry’s head rested on your thigh; his smooth baritone stroked your ears in the most satisfying melody you’ve ever heard as he read to from his book.

“...Offended by Apollo’s remarks, Eros has decided to take vengeance on the god. He shot him with a golden arrow, causing him to fall intensely in love with Daphne, the fair river nymph, which he then shot with a lead arrow, imbuing her with pure hatred toward Apollo.”

A small grin peeked at the corners of your lips, your hand reaching to find the dark bundle of curls on his head and began coaxing them around your slender fingers. 

The forest smelled of evergreen mist, mushy lichen, and tranquil tree stumps that had new lifeforms growing on them. On the tip of your nose, you caught Henry’s distinguished scent. His earthy musk called you by your name.  

Henry wiggled slightly on your thigh and cleared his throat before he continued reading.

“Apollo chased the virginal nymph through the thicket, all the while declaring his undying love. When all seemed lost, Daphne cried out and begged her father, Peneus, to save her from Apollo’s unwanted courtship.”

“When a guy is so annoying that you have to turn into a tree in order to get rid of him for good,” you teased while inhaling the alluring scent of the forest.

Henry chuckled lightly, his head bobbing on your leg. He turned on his side and looked at you, his cut cheeks rose to a playful smile. “Well, perhaps all Apollo needed was a chance to show her his true affection to persuade her.”

“Oh, is that so?” you tilted your head to gaze at Henry with amusement, noticing the spark of mischief that shone in his cobalt eyes. He placed the book down on its belly and flipped onto his haunches, planting a kiss on your exposed ankle.   

“Perhaps…” he uttered, the soft pads of his fingers running up the path of your leg like tongues of silk. Your leg jolted at his touch, breaking down to the ground feebly. Henry leaned down, nudging your other leg aside, his mouth was hot and wet around your inner thigh. “...all she needed was for him to show her.”

You nibbled your lip, watching Henry’s dark curls shine between your knees in the scattered daylight. His broad back flexed, taut muscles moved in synergy as he worked through the path to your hidden garden.

“Sometimes, you just need to eat her pussy properly, and she’s yours.” he said huskily. You flushed at his profanities, your cheeks tingling as blood rushed to your head. He had a way with words; they didn’t just sound dirty; they were sin itself, and his rich British accent made even the most sacrilegious statement deeply romantic. 

Henry was well aware of your embarrassment, teasing you for your false chastity. He used his mouth in many talented ways, whispering lust against your enticing flesh to make your ears burn. 

You stared coyly, hugging your breasts like a shy lover, watching him explore you as if you were uncharted territory. 

His tongue embarked through the vale of your body, leaving a wet trail that chilled your skin in the October breeze. You threw your head back and hissed to the canopy of leaves that hid the two of you from the sky. Every touch of his fingers against your flesh set feverish ripples through your skin. Possessive hands grasped at soft the hills of your breasts and squeezed tightly while his lips marked their way below your navel.

He enjoyed this, making you feel so powerless. His deep blue eyes pierced sharply as your head went from side to side like a scared virgin, biting your knuckle as excitement blazed between your sweaty inner thighs. His greedy fingers gripped at the meat of your hips, folding your legs up and splitting them while his head dived in-between.

The soft curls of his hair tickled the naked skin of your apex. Lush and tender kisses dotted the line that led to your core. 

“Henry, please,” you begged, out of breath. His fingers stroked the shape of your womanhood, rimming the gates of your garden with the soft pads of his finger. He laid a kiss on the silk shawl of your clit and an amorous hum spilt from him, appeased at the lusciousness of your skin. 

“I love your cunt, so much.” his words slurred with sultry haze, emphasising the one word that made your muscles sear with embarrassment. You threaded your fingers through your hair and tugged at it as frustration and tension grew across your nerves. 

It was astonishing how vocal he was whilst roping simple words with sinful actions. 

He kissed your cherry, tongue lapping around it slowly before his lips suckled longingly. A deep moan vibrated through the pit of his mouth, making you mewl with blissful little jolts of pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Henry murmured as he broke from your clit and moved his lips against the sweet petals of your cunt, his hot breath caressing your succulent fruit. “I’m going to lick every inch of this marvellous pussy, and then fuck you with my tongue.” 

The air vaporised in your lungs; moans didn’t even meet their end, becoming hoarse wheezes, shuddering through the threads of your sinew. Violent tremors made your legs jitter in his grip, had he not held you forcefully they would have fallen aside. 

A low chuckle escaped him as he hooked one of your knees over his shoulder and moved a hand to manipulate your folds. His fingers unwrapped you, pulling your valley open to allow his tongue taste the nectar of your arousal.

Your entire body arched as if possessed, your spine levitating over the surface, desperate howls sent to the sky above. His tongue lingered through your seams, collecting every drop attentively. 

“Be a good girl, and I’ll shove my cock inside you.”

Speech was another one of his powers, enchanting you entirely. You whimpered as his hips bucked against yours in a desperate demand. He would never just fuck you, no, Henry loved to take his time. Foreplay would go for hours if he felt like it, playing with your body until your throat went dry and ached and your bones melted away. 

“You like it, don’t you?” he asked as he ran the snake in his mouth all the way through your swollen crease. “Me going deep inside your sweet little cunny, splitting you open, shooting my load inside you.” 

He expected no answer as you couldn’t form any, but you cried out and ripped turfs of grass in your hands instead. His large tongue sank inside your cunt, invading as deep as possible between the velvet walls. He curled it skillfully, savouring on the taste with a delightful moan. 

Pleasing you gave him just as much bliss. You were made to believe you were ambrosia which he feasted on. 

His mouth mapped your insides, knowing every spot, lavishing it on repeat while your moans increased, turning into hopeless cries. This man has read the language of your body. He knew when you were close and he knew how to prolong his torture- to make it last, to make you scream. 

And scream you did, with tears rolling down your temples, eyes squeezed shut as the stimulation became too much. He sucked on your cunt and plunged his tongue, getting you close and then far again. 

The pleasure bundled at the edge of your core, knotting your muscles from your orgasm. In despair, you squirmed, frustration making you seek for any means to breach through heaven which was just a kiss away. Waving from side to side, you pleaded, but Henry’s large hand slid onto your lower torso, pressing you down to be grounded with nothing but slight force. He limited your movement as he ate you out profoundly, his tongue singing hymns in your depth.

“Henry!” you wailed, unable to withstand his torture. His chin chafed you, his tongue squirmed between your lush lips and just when you thought you were to blackout, he thrust the tip of his into the spot that made you see stars. Your dam broke, your head lifted from the ground as ecstasy spasmed through every nerve, lighting it with an electric charge.

Untethered gasps fell from your mouth, chest heaving up and down as euphoria lingered by. Henry was impatient, his wide waist was already pushed between your spread-open thighs to fulfil his promise. The metallic clanging of his belt was sharp enough to pull you back down, followed by the giant hovering over your small frame and driving into your still-convulsing cavern, sliding in veins and ridges. 

And you felt it all.

A duet of moans played into the forest as your bodies collided. Henry ran deep, bottoming inside and clutching your jaw to the side, praising your neck and cheeks with earnest kisses and grunts that reverberated in your ears.   

“Fuck,” he groaned as he rocked above you back and forth, his thick shaft pulsated blazing-hot amidst the fight your walls put against his invasion. They never stood a chance, he was iron in velvet expanding them with every shove.

“Such a tight little pussy,” he breathed as he slipped in and out in a steady rhythm, “I’m going to come inside you, paint you with my seed.”

His hands seized your face again, his bulging biceps caging your head while he uttered words of praise entangled with obscenities. The threats of what he planned to do with your body, of how good it felt inside you made you wail in an embarrassing pleasure.

“Yes, take it. Take my cock,” he snarled breathlessly. He was heavy above and inside your body, every slam forcing your legs to jerk helplessly in the air and your behind to ache as it mashed beneath the weight of his body. You cried in ecstasy, feeling his entire length pumping in and out. Long, rasping plunges spiralled inside with tingling little tremors that danced in your essence and continued to spread further the tighter he got you. 

Feeling the tightness grow around his shaft he snapped his arms beneath your knees, spreading you wider so he could fuck you vigorously into oblivion. You screamed his name in despair, his grip making you no more than a fucktoy to which he jostled his cock into, back and forth, wet and quick.

And you loved it, you loved feeling like you’re nothing but a slit for him; your entire essence shattered, destroyed by his body, consumed by your love for him. The new position made his sac thud lewdly beneath your slit, and your clit repeatedly ground into his pubic bone. 

The merciless ordeal was too much, seeing Henry above you and herding his moans was too much.

“Henry!!! Fuck! I...”  You were broken in, sobs of pure bliss cracked through your throat as you came undone, bursting with love. Your head rolled back on the ground, and your body locked him in with zeal. Henry groaned, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he felt the suction in you, pulling him deeper like a siren drowning a lost sailor. Your convulsing walls begged for the rich milk of his loins as he fought to delay his pleasure, but lost to the turbulence that overwhelmed him.

Shouting your name, he released himself, gasping hot against the corner of your mouth. You were stuffed full of his cum as he pulled out; he held your legs up and slid your panties back on. 

“I want it to stay,” he explained, “I want you to carry me in your panties all day long.”

He crawled to lie by your side and reached his hand to the book. His finger went into his mouth to dampen it as he turned the page over as if nothing happened.

“Next chapter, Hades and Persephone.” 

[parkers-gal]

Hi. I was wondering if u could do a Tom x reader story where y/n will randomly show up on set of avengers with a bouquet of flowers and give them to Tom and the rest of the crew members are going on about how cute that is. I don’t know if u are still taking requests but if u are I would love to see this. Or where the reader will just randomly show up with cute little gifts for Tom and everyone thinks it’s super cute ?

hiii hope u like this :):

wc: 1.4k <3

something sweet

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The fresh scent of flowers wafts through your nose and brings a soft smile to your face. You’re outside the building that houses Tom, a small card and a bouquet of flowers in your hands. You’re merely dropping off a small message to Tom whilst he’s on set, just to let him know that you’re thinking of him.

You’ve been going out for about a month and a half, nothing exclusive and nothing labeled, but he’s the only person you’re going on dates with, and you’re the only person he’s going on dates with. It’s pretty exclusive, to be real.

And, it’s the second time this week you’re dropping a gift off at set for him. On Monday it was his favorite chocolate bar and a cute Spider-man pen, and today it’s a card and flowers. You’ve been dropping things off for about three weeks now. Even the security guards recognize you now.

Strolling up to the entrance of the building labeled “SET THREE,” you smile at the security man you’re approaching.

“Hi, Oliver.”

“Hey, Y/N. Here to see Tom?”

“Yep,” you smile and rock back and forth on your toes.

Oliver nods, says something into his walkie-talkie, and hands you a temporary pass to grant you clearance. “Tell the folks I said ‘hello.’”

You smile at the discreet mention of Tom and nod shyly. The electronic lock lights up green and the door unlocks. You swing it open, dress flowing while you walk through the familiar corridors. You pass Rachel on your way, and you give her a quick hug before continuing your journey.

By some chance of luck, you happen to reach set just as the director calls for a five minute break. Tom is pleasantly surprised to find you by his personal table set up in a corner of the room.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, hi,” you smile.

“Hey, darling. What’re you doing?” his hand goes to the small of your back, and he finally gets a glance at what you’re setting up on the table. A smile creeps up onto his face as he sees the fresh flowers resting on the table, and your handmade card standing upright. “Awh,” he looks at you with doe eyes. “Another gift?”

You shrug bashfully, and Tom pulls you closer so he can kiss your temple.

“You’re so sweet.”

You scrunch your nose up. “Maybe.” He giggles and you do too. “Just wanted to say hello before my lunch break ends.” Tom nods.

“‘M glad I got to see you.”

You mirror his smile. Unbeknownst to both of you, the lighting crew is discussing how cute the two of you are, and how ridiculously sweet you are. They’ve kept mental records of the gifts you’ve given Tom. Even if it’s just his favorite tea order and some banana bread, they all find it romantic. Even the directors find it adorable. It seems as if the entire crew thinks your relationship with Tom is the epitome of romance.

“Okay, well I should be heading out.”

“Okay,” Tom smiles. “Drive safe, okay?”

You hum and nod, and Tom gives your temple one last kiss before he’s waving you out.

And then, you repeat the same thing two days later, on Friday. You’d gotten off work early, thanks to your boss, so you decide to be extra special today and pick up a fresh batch of cookies from your favorite bakery downtown, perhaps maybe the entire crew could use a little snack. You manage to get Tom a coffee order and a small fidgeting toy to distract himself.

You find Oliver outside the entrance as always, and he’s delighted to see you again.

“Back again, Y/N?”

“You know it,” you smile before your eyes light up. “Oh! Can I offer you a cookie?” You open the package and hold out the assortment. Oliver’s face lights up and, with a grateful smile, he takes one and a napkin.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiles as if you’ve been longtime friends, and the feeling makes you warm in happiness. “Here’s your pass. Tell the crew I’ve said ‘hello.’’ You nod again and you walk through the door that Oliver has so nicely opened for you. Strolling through those same corridors, you don’t pass many people, which is only peculiar on the days that aren’t busy. So, as you reach the end of the hallway where the set door is, you find the red light above the door blinking rapidly, telling you that they’re in the middle of an important scene. You wait only over a minute before the light dies out and you open the door.

Rachel is the first person you see, and she smiles at you tiredly. You’re guessing it’s been a long, slow day. Arriving at the food table, you notice how bare it is, also assuming that the snacks have run low as the day had gone on.

You smile when you see a new vase set up as if someone was expecting new flowers to come in. You pluck one from a vase on the far end of the table, place it in the vase, and set up the freshly baked cookies. You lay out the napkins with a smile, and Rachel comes over to you just as you’re finishing up.

“Hey, Y/N. Tom’s been pretty busy today.”

“Oh! That’s okay,” you grin. “These are for everyone.”

“Aw,” she glances down at the delicious-looking desserts. “Then count me in. May I?”

You step aside so you’re not blocking the platter. “Be my guest.”

As you step aside, your foot hits a chug of unopened lemonade, and you find the dispenser empty. Connecting the dots, you reach for the lemonade, and with minimal assistance from Rachel, you refill the lemonade dispenser.

You’ve been onset for about ten minutes now, and over fifteen people have already plucked their cookies. Still, no sign of Tom.

“No work today?”

“Got off early,” you tell her. She nods.

“How jealous I am.”

You chuckle and rub your arms. “Seems pretty harsh down here.”

“Eh,” she shrugs. “Just slow.”

Just then, the scene ends and Tom is striding towards the food table.

“Thank god the lemonade is ref- Y/N!” He practically runs over. “What’re you doing here?” Both of his hands grab yours.

It’s occurred to you that you’re standing in front of the platter of cookies, so you once again move to the side so Tom can see them. “Just dropping something off.”

“You’re so sweet,” he pouts. “You didn’t have to get that for everyone.”

“Eh,” you laugh, “looks like you all could use something sweet.”

“I can’t tell if you’re talking about the cookies or yourself,” he nuzzles your nose.

“Yo, are those cookies?” Matthew from soundcheck interrupts.

“Yup,” Tom smiles proudly. “Y/N brought them in.”

“That’s dope. Can I have one?” He looks at you, and you nod with a laugh.

“Of course.”

“That’s so nice,” he waves at the two of you. “Off to work again.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love having you on set?” Tom grips your hands a little tighter. You smile at the boy.

“No, you have not.”

“Well, I think everyone agrees with me when I say you’re a great person to have around.”

“Is that so, Holland?” You tease. He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Just sayin’ thank you.”

“I know,” you pull him in so you can hug him.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“Maybe this means you can finally ask her to be your girlfriend,” Rachel cuts in.

Tom’s mouth drops open in unamusement and you laugh at him. Rachel shrugs sheepishly, knowing she isn’t wrong.

“Now, now,” you usher her, “He’s still flowering. Let him go on his own pace.”

The two of you burst out into laughter and Tom scoffs at the fact that you’re ganging up on him.

“Whatever,” he says, pulling you in so he can kiss your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight, girlfriend?”

Your grin widens. “Okay… boyfriend.”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

; good enough

© @pedropcl

lee bodecker x fem!reader.

summary. your father invited you to his birthday party and things ended badly.

words. about 2.3k.

warnings, tags. nsfw, +18!!! drunk state, language, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, very brief degradation, mention of bodily fluids, very brief mention of violence. and i think that's all.

a / n. first time writing for this man that has me obsessed, so i hope y'all like it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You didn't want to be there, but it was your father's birthday and you couldn't miss it. More than thirty minutes had passed since the last time you saw your husband standing in a corner of the large living room, sipping from his glass of whisky and judging every guest around in silence. Lee hated your parents, your family, their friends. And you didn't blame him. Your family never accepted him, always repeating that he wasn't good enough for you, nor your interests. Except for your mom. She wasn't the only one who didn't treat him like dirt.

Once that you escaped from your father's arms, showing you as a trophy and trying to set you up on a date with one of his best friend's sons, you stepped out of the house to the back garden. It was cold outside, having to close your jacket around your chest as you closed both arms over it. Following the footprints on the grass, you reached the improvised parking where different cars were stationed. The smoke coming from nowhere called your attention, glimpsing Lee sitting on the hood of his black Ford. Cigarette in his left hand and bottle of whisky in his right.

You doubted for a second to interrupt his moment of peace for the first time in two weeks. Two long weeks where you barely had spent time together. He started holding over his shifts because, apparently, there was too much paperwork to attend. You couldn't help but think that he was raving mad about you, or about something you did unconsciously. But the real problem was that your husband never used to talk about his feelings or what was going in his mind.

“I think you've drunk enough”. You uttered watching him raise the bottle to his lips.

Lee chuckled ironically, shaking his head. “Lucky me I don' care”.

Frowning and with your mouth pressed closed, you walked towards his position to face him. He had never talked to you like that, but he was being honest, shrugging his shoulders to point it out a little more.

“I do. I do care”.

“Don' worry, darlin'. I ain't gonna shame you in front of your family”. He scoffed bitterly, finally sipping from his drink. “Watya' doin' here anyway? Party's indoors”.

“You're here tho”.

“And who fuckin' cares, uh? You were having so much fun inside with that… pretty boy who works in Wall Street”. Your husband mocked taking a drag from his cigarette. “We should divorce, don' you think? So you coulda go with him to the big city, and don' be stuck in… How d'your father call it? Knockemshit. Stuck with a… fat sheriff of a shitty town”.

Lee didn't notice the tears blurring your gaze till he raised his face. The bitter smile curving his lips suddenly disappeared, putting his pale blue eyes away from you because it was too painful for him to watch you cry. Your husband gulped hardly, kissing his teeth as he threw the cigar somewhere on the ground. You couldn't believe he really wanted to divorce you, wrapping your heart with a suffocating sorrow that barely let you breathe. He was your life and, after three years together, he seemed to not give a shit about it sometimes.

“I ain' like them”. You whispered sniffing.

“Tha' doesn' change the fact that you don' deserve a man like me. Your father is right. 'M a fucking loser compared to anyone inside his damn house”.

You loved Lee with all your heart, soul, mind, body. He was everything you want in your existence —your life. So damn obsessed with his touch, his kisses, his smell of wind and leather, his smile, that beautiful pair of pale blue eyes. You refused to believe he was talking seriously.

“You should be there. I— Imma go home, tell your mo—”.

Before your husband could finish his goodbye, you interrupted him by slapping his face. He didn't see that coming and you'd never imagine yourself hitting him. But you needed it, seeming the only way to stop him from abandoning you there. He kept his face away from you, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His drunkenness suddenly disappeared, pressing his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue whilst rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. You were so mad right now that you could set on fire the whole world.

And you were about to do it a second time when Lee caught your wrist in the air, painfully gripping his fingers around it to push you closer —chest against chest. Then, he raised his index finger. “Don' you fuckin' dare to try it again, y'hear me?”

You were furiously breathing, but not filling your lungs with air in reality, keeping your eyes on the blue ones that used to steal your heart every single day. It was like a contest of dominance you knew he always won. Any time.

Your husband didn't give you the chance to say sorry, slamming his lips on yours. A moan died in his tongue when it invaded your cavity while releasing your arm to fly his rough big hands to your ass, almost grabbing it all with his long fingers. Your digits went to the lapels of his leather jacket, not lasting too much there till finishing on the back of his head.

Lee was hungry for you, just like you were for him after two long weeks barely touching each other. Your husband devoured, sucked, and bit your lips, urging you to turn around enough to push you on top of the hood of his car. His hands pulled up the skirt of your dress, wanting to reach the waistband of your panties, receiving the great surprise that you weren't wearing any.

“You little dirty girl… Don' wantin' your Sheriff to lose time, uh?” He grunted with such an animal and eager tone, as he took care of the belt and the zip of his pants.

“I need you”. You sobbed against his lips, feeling his hands maneuvering between your legs.

At least, you were fast enough to cover your mouth with a hand when Lee rammed his rock dick into your soaked cunt, drowning in your palm a loud cry of pure satisfaction for being filled by your husband. Back and forth, he hit your body once and once, impaling you against the Ford still being furious by the way your father and friends treated him as if it was your fault. Lee was mad, really mad, digging his fingers in your hips to pin you on place and don't move, continuing fucking you harder and harder —challenging you to not be able to be quiet and make everybody heard how good he used to made you feel.

“Goddammit… you're so damn ti— tight, baby doll… So tight fo— for your daddy, ain' ya?”

“Yes… Yes, daddy”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong scent filling your lungs caused you to roll your eyes white, letting your soul leave your body while his cock attacked fiercely your pussy with no mercy. Your vocals were in sync with the screeching noise the car produced in every thrust straight to your guts. The pace was insane, intense than never before, and more pleasurable than you could imagine in your life.

Lee was aware how much you loved him, that you felt devotion for him. But sometimes —sometimes like those— he couldn't help but think he could lose you as soon as you realized who he was in reality. You didn't care. You weren't blind. You knew about his dirty laundry, his past, his sister (...). And you still wanted him with all your heart and body.

“Fu— Fuck, gonna put a… baby inside you”. He growled, wrapping his right around your throat to urge you to face him. “Y'want it, uh? D'you want dad— daddy to put a baby in that… beautiful belly?”

“Yes… please, Lee”. You whined with teary eyes, being too much pleasure for your body to handle. “Please, daddy… I wa— want you to… get me pre— pregnant with your child”.

Your husband's lips curved up in a petty smirk, pulling out from your dripping cunt, causing you to sob in disappointment. Lee managed to put you down on your shaky feet to turn you and force you to bend over the hood of his car. Ass upped, legs spread. He only took a second to stare at your glistening and abused folds in your arousal, prior to impaling you again. With a hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your head, your husband obligated you to arch your back as he continued banging your anatomy once and again.

At this point, you had forgotten your name, where you are, and if someone could hear how you cried pleased any time he crashed against your g-spot. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as Lee wasn't having any kind of compassion with your cunt, clenching unconsciously around his hard length. He knew then how close you were to cumming for him —because of him—, increasing the pace while you tried to find a place to put your hands on and find some balance to stay in place. As soon as the hand tangled in your hair landed back to your throat, you gripped five fingers around his wrist, enjoying the brief lack of air because of it.

“C'mon, my swe— sweet whore… Y'wanna cum for daddy, don't ya?”

His raspy and wrecked voice fell into your ear like an angelic melody, not being able to hold your moans anymore within your mouth. The knot inside your lower belly was bigger and bigger and suffocating, feeling how it could explode at any time. Lee shoved his cock non-stopping producing a sloppy obscene sound when his pelvis crashed against your ass, along the chink of his belt against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy… Daddy…” You called him while the tears started to fall again through your cheeks, this time, of absolute satisfaction.

You couldn't help but bite your lip strongly till the metallic taste of blood covered your tongue, letting yourself go as the knot bursted within your belly. The orgasm threw you above the edge with your husband's palm covering your mouth to not be heard or it would be really awkward to be caught by all the guests, even if he didn't care. He wouldn't mind showing that pretty boy from New York that nobody could fuck his little dirty girl better than himself. Oh, how funny it would be to see his face while your husband was ramming his cock into your abused pussy, cumming inside your tight walls, digging his teeth in your neck to mark his territory.

Lee came with a sensual and passionate hoarse gasp causing you goosebumps bristling your skin, burying himself balls deep to hold it inside the mix of your juices filling up your center. It felt like being in Heaven, although you weren't sure if you could walk after such an intense quickly, feeling your walls burning as his dick still twitching and stretching your cunt.

Your husband wasn't a man of kisses after sex, that's why he surprised you when tilted your face to his and pressed his lips on yours, panting, not caring about the lack of breath. It wasn't a lustful kiss either, more than a tender and fondly one, tasting your mouth, playing with your tongue.

Pulling out his semi-erection, Lee helped you to clean yourself with a tissue before using it to clean your arousal on him and toss it to the ground. As he put on his pants, you fixed your dress and your hair, turning around.

“You meant it?” You dared to ask, still having sorrow covering your voice. “Gettin' divorced… You mean it?”

“What?” He inquired, squinting confusedly until he realized what you were talking about. He chuckled holding your chin with two fingers. “You married me, darlin'. There's no other way you're gonna spend your life but with me. Willingly or not, you hear me?”

Lee raised both eyebrows very sure of his word before you nodded your head with a fleeting smile crossing your lips.

“Can we go home now…?”

“'S that what you want?”

You nodded your head a second time, while your husband placed his arms around you with hidden possessiveness to guide you back to your childhood's house. And of course, your father was enraged when you told him that you were leaving with your husband. He yelled at you and nobody tried to stop him till the moment he had the brilliant idea of pretending to lay a hand on you.

Lee punched him. Lee broke his nose. Lee made your father fall to the floor between the pretty boy's arms. And Lee never felt better in his whole damn life.

“Don't you ever come back to this house, if you leave now with this… bastard”.

“She doesn' need you”. Your husband cooed wrapping your neck with an arm, leaning slightly to borrow your purse. “Ma'am, my pleasure a see ya' again. The beef was delicious. G'night”.

You were yet processing what just happened, ashamed of the desire for your husband himself awakened inside you after watching him hitting your father. Lee could be a total asshole sometimes but one thing was undeniable: he loved you with all his heart and soul, he was obsessed with you since the very first time his oceanic eyes contemplated you walking down the street, smelling a bucket of roses you bought for yourself.

Never again you knew anything about your family. Not even when your son, called after your husband, was born. But you weren't sad. As Lee said, you didn't need them. You had your own family to take care of.

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[americxn]

colin x reader! riding colin and then he gets a call and has to answer but ur a tease

You, dear anon, have impeccable taste.  wordcount: 1.9k warnings: riding, penetration, cockwarming kinda thing

Interrupted (Colin x female reader)

The shrill ringing of Colin’s phone cut through the breathy cacophony of your mingled moans, the device buzzing and vibrating on the hard surface of the bedside table it resided on.  The column of Colin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his head thrown back against the pillows and his breathing uneven. You slowed the movements of your hips, your slick thighs quivering as you leant forwards, palming his phone whilst laying a tender nip to the side of his neck. Handing the phone to Colin, he murmured an exasperated curse before holding the phone to his ear, trying in vain to calm his breathing. You sat back, his cock spearing slightly deeper into you as you did so, causing you to harshly suck your lower lip in between your teeth, biting down hard. “Hello?” Colin spoke casually down the phone after taking a vital second to regain his composure, though his voice trembled slightly as he addressed whoever was down the line. “Yes, this is he.”  You clenched the inner walls of your tender cunt, letting out a shaky exhale as it forced Colin’s thickness to press into the entirety of your slickness. He looked up, shooting you a warning glance before continuing to speak on the phone. 

You itched to continue to move on him, your hips rocking almost imperceptibly back and forth in order to try and gain some traction. Colin shot out his spare hand, gripping the top of your thigh in silent order to stop moving. But you couldn’t. You had both been so painfully close to release and now your high had receded due the interruption. His harsh grip on your thigh only fuelled your intense arousal and you whimpered softly as you picked yourself off his cock slightly, only to slide down its length once more. Colin shuddered, his eyes drifting closed at the movement. His grip on your flesh tightened to the point of pain when he shook his head tightly, clearing his throat before continuing to engage in conversation through his phone. You were tempted to snatch the damned thing from his and chuck it across the room, but instead opted for another experimental rise and fall on his cock, wanting nothing more than for Colin to buck his hips up into you as he had been doing before answering the phone, allowing his cock to plunge even deeper inside you. With a poorly repressed broken moan, you repeated the action slowly, drawing out the pleasure that the simple movement gave you. Below you, Colin’s eyes shuttered, his jaw clenching as he listened to whoever was talking on the phone whilst putting all of his might into ensuring that his own pleasure remained inaudible.  You clit pulsed steadily as you seated yourself fully back onto cock, reaching forwards to grip onto the collar of the shirt that you had unbuttoned to display the strong panes of his chest. Your need to touch him, to feel him, was indescribable and so you let your lips convey your desperation for him, kissing, nipping and licking along his collarbones, up his throat and to his chin. He emitted the smallest of groans when your teeth closed over the underside of his jaw, his head pressing further back into the pillows to give you better access to his soft skin as you sucked at the flesh you had clamped in your hold, releasing moments later to run your tongue over the small hurt. But still, Colin remained on the phone, his voice getting progressively higher and breathier with desire as you leaned in once more to trail your teeth and tongue to the other side of his jaw. “Yes, I’ll talk to him about it when I’m in the office tomorrow and call you back.” Your stomach leaped at his unsteadily spoken words, hopeful that the conversation was soon to be over. Colin’s sharp jaw bone was pronounced beneath your tongue as you trailed your lips across it, lingering to plant several soft bites and kisses to his skin. As you did so, you pushed your hips down, aware that you had slipped halfway off his cock in the process of leaning over his body.  He seemed to grow even harder as you did so if that was even possible, pressing into you with more persistence. This drew more wetness to flood from your filled cunt, pooling slightly at the base of his dick. You moved your lips to the shell of his ear, licking up its softness once before letting out a breathless moan, knowing exactly what it would do to him before walking your hands back down his body, slowly pushing yourself upright again. You sunk further onto him, your own head tipping back and your mouth parting slightly. Below you, Colin’s swallow was audible, his eyes now glued to your body as you trailed one of your hands down to your cunt, rubbing at your clit harshly as the other hand came to grapple with one of your tits, fondling the soft mound whilst you pleased yourself. Colin’s eyes were wholly dark as he watched this, his mouth going utterly dry as you let out a soft gasp, your eyes drifting closed. Your fingertips brushed against the very bottom of his shaft as you drew ever larger, harder circles onto your clit, drawing in a hissing breath. That small touch almost had him shooting his cum up into you. Colin adjusted himself, leaning forwards whilst propping himself up on one elbow and reaching forwards, batting away the hand that worked feverishly on your clit.  His eyes flicked up the yours as his fingers replaced where your hand had just been, muttering a casual “yes” of agreement into the phone as three of his fingertips came to rest on your clit, beginning to work in painfully slow circles. He knew just how much pressure to apply to have your eyes rolling and your body jolted slightly as his fingers drew even more pleasure from you. Unable to stop yourself, you once again began to rock back and forth on Colin’s cock, gasping when he brushed against that hidden spot deep within you that had your toes curling with each forward rock of your hips. Your other hand moved from where it entertained your tit, both hands raising to clamp over your own mouth as your pleasure mounted and mounted, a light sweat breaking out all over your febrile skin, a series of pants falling from your mouth and slipping through the barrier your fingers had made. “Yeah, of course. Well thanks for getting in touch with me. As I said, I’ll ring you tomorrow after I’ve spoken to him about it and let you know what he says... yeah, no problem. Okay, bye.” Colin’s phone was thrown to the floor within a second of hanging up, his hands coming to grab onto your hips. “You wanna fuck me so badly, huh?” He demanded through gritted teeth, his nails digging into the skin of your hips as you were finally allowed to resume your audible moans.  “Then go on. Fuck me. Fuck yourself on my cock until you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”  You whimpered at his roughly spoken words, merely being able to nod pitifully at his order as you picked yourself all the way off his cock before slamming yourself back down on it fully. Again and again and again. Colin fell back against the pillows as your ministrations began to draw deep moans and muttered encouragements from him, his eyes flicking between your ecstasy-twisted face and the bouncing of your tits as you fucked yourself furiously on his dick. “Colin.” His name was a drawn out sigh on your lips and it seemed to be a sort of unleashing for him, as he began to crash his hips up to meet yours, fucking you savagely with a force that drew all the breath from your lungs. A broken shriek fell from your parted lips, your chest heaving for a satisfying gulp of air as he rutted into you, the force of his upwards thrusts causing your body to bounce under his strength; you had to work in order to stop your body from being thrown off him. Crying out, you fell forwards onto Colin’s chest, your legs giving out as waves and waves of intense pleasure slammed into you, each ripple of euphoria bringing you closer and closer to release. “Colin, I -” You gasped when his hands fell onto your ass, holding your body to his and ensuring that you couldn’t maneuver so much as an inch away from his cock as he pounded you. “Look at me.” He growled, his nails scraping your soft skin as he trailed his hands up your spine, finding your hair and yanking your head back. With a bleated cry, you slid your pleasure-hooded eyes to his, Colin’s unusually rough treatment of your body both surprising you and turning you on immensely. Your body shook, tears welling in your eyes as the pleasure he was giving you had you almost reduced to sobs. “Are you gonna cum?” You nodded, his hands holding your hair tightly and forcing your head to tip back even further, fully exposing your throat to him. Colin hummed roughly at your response. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum, too. Your little pussy is gonna make me - ah... cum.” You blinked, trying to clear your blurring vision as you nodded, your mouth fully agape as you nodded, not being able to find the words to verbally encourage him to his own release.  Without warning, Colin slammed up into you, his swollen head hitting deep against your sensitive walls. That single thrust caused your eyes to roll, Colin’s own orgasm barrelling into you at the sight of the whites of your eyes, your pupils lost in pleasure. He released your hair as you moaned with abandon, his arms wrapping around your shoulder blades to pull your face onto his chest, his own pants and low groans filling your ear. Your body writhed soundlessly on his as he kept your orgasm prolonged by continuing to thrust into you, his cum shooting deep and being held within you, his seed hot as it coated your inner walls. Your fingers trembled as you grappled with the material of his shirt, needing to grip onto something in a futile attempt to ground your mind that was lost to abundant pleasure. Colin recovered before you did, murmuring encouragements as you quivered, trapped in the throes of the intense aftershocks of your orgasm, your knuckles white as you gripped onto his shirt. “Fuck.” You exhaled weakly, not even trying to lift your head as Colin chuckled, leaning to press kiss to the top of your head. “Are you alright?” You nodded into his chest, the energy needed to lift yourself off his cock evading you.  You fell silent, enjoying the warm security of Colin’s tight hold around your shoulders, the way your head rose and fell with his laboured breathing as he, too, worked to recover from the intensity of his own orgasm. Your eyes drifted closed. After several minutes, when you had finally recovered enough energy to consider shifting off his now limp dick, you cracked open an eye. “That phone call better have been damn important.” Colin’s responding laugh rumbled through you, causing you smile as you pushed yourself up, lifting a leg to dismount from him and engaging in the familiar race against gravity as you trotted for the bathroom, Colin’s cum threatening to spill down your thighs. 

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I'm not a bad girl (but I do bad things with you)

Ship: Alcina Dimitrescu x Female reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI; general vampire stuff; mentions of homophobia and religious trauma; d/s undertones; dirty talk; talk of strap-ons; jealousy

Summary: Chapter II, I want to satisfy (the undisclosed desires in your heart) AU;

‘’If you’re a good little girl and tell me every filthy detail, I might just make it come true.’’

Desires of more than just one kind are confessed.

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Our embrace seems to last for hours. She indulges me, giving several leisurely kisses. My hands clutch at the silk of her gown. Now I have her, I never want to let go.

I try to desperately hold on to this moment, to remember exactly how to feels to kiss her. How it feels to have her hands cupping my face ever so gently. The ache between my legs is becoming overwhelming, I want so badly to feel her hands and her mouth on me everywhere.

When we finally part, it’s only so she can nuzzle into my neck. My mistress lets out a soft purr and then a growl. On edge as I am, I whine and expose my neck for her. I want her to kiss me there, to feel her tongue against my heated skin. I want her to sink her fangs into me, so she can suck me dry.

***

I had heard the rumours of course, long before I even set foot in the castle. The rumours of a countess who stole girls from their bed, sucked their life force from their necks and then turned the rest of them into wine. I never believed it. It was a just a tale to frighten disobedient girls, I thought.

Later I learned that whilst some unlucky girls did meet their end by my mistress’ hands, she also opened up her castle to the unwanted girls of the village. She gave us a safe-haven, a community, a purpose.

During my first week in the castle it became clear to me where all those rumours had come from. It was not unusual for a maid to be summoned to our mistress’ chambers, only for them to return hours later with bruised bite mark on their neck. They would walk funny for the next several days, and it made my heart burn with jealousy.

I waited and waited to be called on like the rest of the maids, but my mistress never asked for me. When I became her personal maid I had hoped that might mean she would feed from me, but it seemed to me she had lost all interest in us maids. She never called for anyone anymore.

***

My mistress inhales deeply when I tip my head backwards to expose my neck for her.

‘’You’re playing with fire draga mea.’’

‘’Please.’’ It comes out in a high pitched whine, and I wriggle my hips in an attempt to gain friction.

She laughs at this, her voice high and clear and magnificent. She gently scrapes her teeth over my neck, but she doesn’t bite down.

‘’All in good time, my sweet pet. I think you need something else right now.’’

She lifts me up carefully and something underneath me moves but I can’t see what. When she sinks me back down, she guides my legs to straddle one of her thighs instead of both.

When I try to settle myself I realise quickly that she has hiked up her dress to expose the skin of her upper thigh. When I make contact with her cool skin, both my mistress and I gasp. My split drawers allow for direct access, which I’ve never been more grateful for than I am right now.

There’s no hiding it now, the both of us feel the true state of my arousal. Hot and slick and wet, I can’t help but rock back and forth against my mistress. My heart is pounding harshly against my ribcage. The pressure isn’t enough, but it’s oh so delicious and I can’t help myself, I let out several stuttered moans.

‘’Oh my, my poor pet. Is this all for me?’’

I know I should respond as I usually do, dutifully and respectfully. But I can’t seem to put two words together. All I can think of is the heavenly pressure against my clit, the scent of my mistress’ perfume and the fact that her hands have settled underneath my dress, squeezing my buttocks.

I just manage to force out a feeble. ‘’Uhuh’’

She smiles ever so wickedly at me. ‘’Uhuh?’’ She repeats back to me, eyes bright, nodding her head in encouragement.

‘’You can do better than that, can’t you, little pet?’’

Unbidden a whine escapes me. How am I supposed to put into words how much I desire my mistress? I am no poet, no songwriter, no novelist. She is the kind of woman that deserves elaborate declarations of love and lust. Not the feeble, half thought out, confessions I have to offer.

With a shaking hand I reach behind me, to take one of my mistress’ large hands in my own. I place my hand delicately on the black glove encasing her hand.

‘’May I?’’

‘’Go on then, pet. You have my attention.’’

Carefully I peel off the glove, gently taking her hand once more. I thrill at the feel of her skin, cool and soft underneath my heated fingers.

I guide her large fingers gingerly to the apex of my thighs. When she makes contact with the wetness that’s gathered there, I have to let go, so I can steady myself against her shoulder. She strokes me gently, groaning when finds the source of the wetness and feels just how desperate I am for her.

I gather all the courage I can muster in this moment. ‘’D-do you feel that?’’ I whisper. ‘’You did that to me. There mere thought of you makes my head spin. Now that you’re so close to me, touching me. I feel as though I could fall apart at a moment’s notice.’’

‘’Oh pet…’’ She sighs. ‘’I’m going to absolutely ruin you and you are going to love every filthy second of it.’’

When she removes her fingers, I want to cry. She only smiles at me.

‘’It’s time to get you out of that uniform, little one.’’

***

My mistress carries me from the chairs by the blazing hearth, to her bed. I feel like I’m dreaming, or flying, or dying, or all three at once. I have spent countless mornings making my mistress’ bed, dreaming of her setting me down it and having her way with me. Now that it’s actually happening, it feels unreal.

I expect her to lay me down on her gigantic mattress, in amongst her silk sheets. But she merely sets me down at the foot of her bed as she herself towers over me.

‘’Now pet, I’d like to have some fun. Wouldn’t you?’’

‘’I’d like to do whatever makes you happy, mistress.’’

‘’Good answer.’’ She’s grinning maniacally and I barely have time to wonder what she might want to do when her first command comes.

‘’Undress for me, pet. I wish to see you.’’

My heartbeat picks up once again and I feel myself freeze. My mistress perches on the edge of her large bed, studying me carefully. I feel rather self-conscious, being watched and scrutinized like this. What if she thinks I’m ugly? What if she is simply not attracted to me and decides to send me away?

‘’Get out of that little head of yours, pet. I gave you an order.’’

‘’I’m sorry, mistress.’’ I say, inwardly cursing myself.

My cap is the first article to be removed. I carefully unpin it and place it down on an ottoman by the side of the bed. My hands instinctively move to undo my apron, but my mistress speaks up.

‘’And the hair.’’

When I look up to her she’s watching me intently, eyes focused on my hands as they pull out pin after pin from my hair, until it comes tumbling down over my shoulders.

My apron is next, followed by my starched, white collar. My black blouse, with its finnicky buttons proves the most difficult item yet. But after a while, I manage to shed the blouse to reveal the bare skin of my arms.

My mistress has only seen me in a state of undress once. When she carried me to the castle and tended to my wounds she had stripped me down to just my chemise. Still, that was almost two years hence. I look up to see if she might have reacted to the newly revealed skin. My mistress, while most certainly looking at me with an uncanny hunger in her eyes, is otherwise focussed on the button closures on her own dress.

I have to breathe deeply through my nose to steady myself. I had expected her to want see me, but never in my life would I have expected her to bare herself before me. I want to stop undressing, to sink down on my knees in front of her and allow her to take her pleasure from me. But I know she won’t allow that, she gave me an order. So I try my utmost to ignore the rustling of fabric coming from the edge of the bed, and try to focus on the task at hand.

With trembling fingers I undo my black woollen skirt and slip out of it. I am careful to fold it neatly, so it won’t crease. My petticoat and bustle-pad soon follow suit. When I get to my corset cover I chance another glance at my mistress. What I see makes my mouth go dry.

My mistress has removed her magnificent gown to expose the garments underneath. Cover, corset and chemise. They are beautiful to be sure, made of fine fabrics with gorgeous lace trimmings. But I am beyond distracted by my mistress’ chest, rising and falling as she breathes.

Her breasts spill over the top of her corset and by God, I want nothing more than to tear the garment off her, so I can look at her, touch her, put my mouth on her.

She seems to notice my distraction because she laughs.

‘’Patience is a virtue, my sweet girl.’’

I force my attentions back to my clothing. I struggle with the knot in the strings of my split drawers. When I finally get the double knot loose I let the drawers fall to the ground and I kick them aside. No one will see these garments, I don’t care if they get creased. To be frank, right now I only care about ridding myself of every article of clothing as fast as I possibly can.

My hands fly over my corset front to undo it and once that’s off, I manage to pull my feet out of my boots. Now all that separates my body from my mistress’ gaze, is my thin cotton chemise. When I look up once more, uncertain if I should remove my chemise too, I catch my mistress as she slips into a silk robe. I can just make out the bare skin of her chest disappearing under the robe.

She catches my gaze and her laugh tinkles in my ears.

‘’And the last piece too, sweetling.’’

Her eyes are fully settled on me now, I’m hyper aware that she’s about to see every inch of my skin. There will be nowhere to hide. When I begin to slip the garment over my arms and shoulders, I find myself wondering why I would want to hide from her to begin with.

My mistress, who saved me from certain death, who gave me a home, friendship, comfort. My mistress, the only woman capable of drawing such desires from me. Why would I want to hide from her? When has she ever hurt me? Has she not spent the past three quarters of an hour, assuaging my fears? Is she not as naked and vulnerable as I am about to be, under that robe?

I have nothing to fear from my mistress. I want her to see me, I want her to want me, I want to see the desire written on her face when she looks at me.

Under the watchful gaze of my mistress I pull my chemise up and over my head, letting it fall carelessly on the flagstone floor. I watch her eyes flit over my body, moving several times over my breasts and the patch of curls in between my legs.

She purrs and I feel myself shiver, whether from the chilly air or anticipation, I do not know.

‘’Look at you, my dear. Aren’t you exquisite like this?’’

She begins to slowly make her way towards me, like a lioness stalking her prey, she looks as though she wants to eat me alive. I might be her prey, but I have no interest in running or hiding. I’d let her rip me to shreds and swallow me whole, if that’s what would make her happy.

She does not rip into me with her sharpened claws however, quite the opposite. One of her hands gently takes mine, lifting it up in the air. For a moment I’m confused but then she says.

‘’Twirl for me, sweetling.’’

Dutifully I spin a in a slow circle, allowing her to take me in from every angle.

‘’You’re simply delectable, my pet.’’

I blush deeply. I find it strange that a woman as magnificent as she is, would think that a girl so plain as me is beautiful. But under her admiring gaze I feel like I could be the prettiest maid in the castle.

My mistress cups one of my cheeks gingerly, bending down to reward me with another kiss. When she lets me go I want to protest, but my mistress has other plans.

‘’Kneel for me now, pet.’’

Carefully I let myself sink into the oh so familiar position. My mistress towers over me, but with one of her hands securely in my hair, I feel beyond safe.

‘’I think it’s time that you confess your dirty little fantasies to me, sweet little maid.’’

Horror-struck my head snaps up. My mistress laughs.

‘’Don’t look so frightened, dear. It’s only a game.’’

I want to ask her what game she’s talking about. But I’m well-trained, aren’t I? I keep my mouth shut, waiting for her to elaborate.

‘’My, you have astounding self-control’’ She remarks. ‘’Even when you look like you’re fighting the urge grind those lovely hips of yours like a wanton whore and beg for me to take you right now.’’

At these words I feel my face, neck and chest glow red hot. I am now acutely aware of the thick wetness sticking to my overheated skin. It’s one thing to imagine my mistress speaking to me in such a manner, but to actually hear her say these words aloud is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

I swallow hard. ‘’Thank you, mistress.’’

‘’Poor pet, I bet that got you all riled up. Didn’t it?

I don’t bother answering her, I know it’s a rhetorical question. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

‘’Well that was only an appetizer, so to speak. A taste of what is yet to come.’’ She gives me a devious smile. ‘’I want you to tell me, in detail, one of those little fantasies of yours. I want to know what it is you think about when you touch yourself.’’

She balls her hand into a fist, grabbing hold of my hair, making me gasp.

‘’If you’re a good little girl and tell me every filthy detail, I might just make it come true.’’

My mouth feels like a sandbox and I try to regulate my breathing, to no avail. One fantasy she asked for, that’s not too bad, I try to reason with myself. And if I tell her everything, she might actually fulfil it too. The thought of that send a chill through my body.

I try to think. If any of my fantasies could come true, which would I choose? I rack my brain for the fantasies most frequently at the forefront of my mind. I have a favourite of course, the one I think about on a weekly basis. But this one is tricky. It requires an accessory and I’m not sure if my mistress knows what it is, let alone if she has one in her position.

‘’Well… there’s one, but-‘’ I hesitate, not sure how approach the subject.

‘’But?’’ My mistress asks, cocking her head curiously.

I take a deep breath and continue. ‘’But it includes something which I’m unsure you have at your disposal, mistress.’’

‘’Now you’ve made me curious, draga mea. Go on.’’

I blush deeply. ‘’Uhm… Well, I suppose it’s an object two women could use to- to make love.’’

I’m hoping that this is enough, but my mistress has a mischievous glint in her eyes and she doesn’t speak.

‘’It- uh, it allows a woman to... take… another woman, as a man would.’’

‘’Ah, I see.’’ She says pointedly, clearly amused by me. ‘’It’s a cock you want.’’

Every bit of air seems to have left my lungs, but I force my head to nod.

‘’Well I have plenty of those, don’t you worry about that, pet. Now let’s hear what you want me to do to you with it, hmmm?’’

I try to steady myself, but it’s all quite overwhelming. I take several deep breaths and close my eyes.

***

Gemma was the one who had told me about it. We were polishing the silverware together, when she asked me how I ended up at the castle. By that point I had learned that there were many girls like me in this place and that Gemma was one of them. Still I didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell her the whole tale, or maybe I didn’t feel like remembering the way my father’s steel-toed boot felt when it made contact with my ribs.

I told her about the baker’s daughter though. Elianne, her name was. It was just a kiss, but they tried to murder me for it. I don’t know what happened to her. The same thing that happened to me, I suppose. Only she wasn’t saved by my mistress.

Gemma had a reputation for being crass and she made sure to live up to it. When I told her about Elianne she asked me if we were caught ‘’fucking’’. I told her to mind her own business.

She then proceeded to tell me about her encounters with foreign girls. Her father was an artisan of some sort, something to do with stone, or wood. They travelled together and she apparently made it her mission to work her way through every eligible young lady available to her.

When she told me she ‘’bought a cock in Paris’’, I laughed so loudly that she sound echoed through the hallway and the head-maid came to tell us off.

‘’What, a real one?’’ I whispered to her, once the head-maid had left us alone after a lengthy lecture.

‘’No, you idiot. What use is that?’’

I just shrugged, how should I know what she meant?

‘’It’s not real, it just looks like one. It’s made out of polished wood, leather or stone. It comes with a harness of some sort, that’s made of leather.’’ She stood up then to trace her hands over her hips, showing where it sat. ‘’And then you just secure it in the middle and you can fuck just like a man can.’’

This idea excited me much more than I was willing to share with Gemma. I turned my head away so she wouldn’t see the blush on my cheeks.

‘’You shouldn’t say that f-word so much.’’ I said. ‘’It’s crass.’’

***

I let my eyes flutter back open and try to clear my throat.

‘’I have spent a lot of time at the castle observing you, mistress.’’ I begin. ‘’I learned quite early on, that you like to, uh, spend intimate time with some maids.’’

Mistress chuckles. ‘’You mean I liked to fuck them.’’

I swallow hard. ‘’Yes, mistress.’’

‘’Go on, try again, pet. With the right word this time.’’

My shift around uncomfortably, but I obey. ‘’I learned that you like to fuck some maids, mistress.’’

She gives me an approving nod at this.

‘’I learned too that you bite them and that you drink their blood. And it made me- I mean, I felt-’’

I hesitate. I know that mustn’t lie and that she ordered me to give her every detail, but this is awfully personal and goes beyond the realm of just lust.

‘’Keep going, pet.’’ My mistress says, her fingers softly scratching the crown of my head.

‘’It made me envious, mistress.’’

She quirks an eyebrow. ‘’Because you wished to be included?’’

I let my head hang, so I don’t have to look at her when I speak.

‘’Because I wished I could be the only one you wanted.’’

‘’I see.’’ My mistress says softly, her hand moving once again to my face, where she strokes my cheek affectionately. ‘’Continue.’’

‘’I- I just didn’t like to see all those maids getting your attention all the time. I wished it were me receiving your affections, so in my fantasies, I imagined it was just me who served you like that.’’

I feel old frustrations bubbling up to the surface once more. I thought I had left them behind, but it became clear to me now that I most definitely had not.

‘’I thought that maybe if I did everything right and made sure I was perfect, you would want me. But even when I began to serve you as your personal maid, you didn’t seem interested in me. I think it just made me more frustrated, being so close to you, but still not close enough. It drove me up the wall.’’

I know my anger and frustration must be clear in my tone, but I can’t help myself. I’ve kept this in for too long, having no one to confide in.

My mistress is quiet for some time, before letting out a heavy sigh. She tilts my head upwards so that I may look at her in the eyes.

‘’I didn’t seem interested in you… Do you truly believe that?’’

‘’It is clear to me that until tonight you have shown no interest in me, mistress.’’ I say, quite boldly.

‘’For such a clever girl you are extraordinarily oblivious.’’ My mistress states bluntly. ‘’Let me ask you this. How long has it been since you began serving me as my personal maid?’’

‘’About half a year, mistress. Give or take.’’

My mistress hums in assent.  ‘’Can you also tell me how long it has been since I have called any maid to service me?’’

I know the answer, of course. ‘’The last time I am aware of would be about a fortnight before I began serving you as your personal maid, mistress.’’

The tip of her finger presses almost painfully into the base of my chin.

‘’Now, whatever might that mean?’’

I frown. When she lays it out in front of me like that, I could almost believe that she stopped calling those maids, because of me. But I can’t begin to fathom why she would do such a thing.

‘’You know the answer, spit it out.’’ My mistress says, not unkindly.

‘’It’s because of me?’’ I ask slowly, before adding quickly. ‘’Mistress.’’

‘’I thought that perhaps if you took notice of the fact that I was no longer requesting maids to service me, you might outwardly show your affections towards me.’’ She murmurs. ‘’There are plenty of maids in this castle who desire me, they are at my beck and call. I use them for my pleasure and give them some in return, but it is never more than that. I do not care for those girls, it is you I want.’’

***

All the breath has left my body. I feel both deflated and extraordinarily alive. My heart thumps loudly in chest and I try my utmost to form a cohesive thought. Somewhere in the distance my mistress laughs. The sound steadies me somewhat. I can feel her lifting me up again, away from the flagstone floor and onto her bed. It’s mercifully soft and warm after the harsh coldness of the floor.

‘’Are you honestly so surprised, draga mea?’’

‘’B-B-But, you never… You didn’t do anything!’’ I stutter out, all my manners forgotten. ‘’You never called for me or did anything close to the things you did for girls like Gemma, or Adelaide. You always looked at them like you could eat them alive. It turned me green with envy.’’

‘’Your words wound me, sweetling.’’ My mistress says sadly. ‘’I cannot pretend to know what you perceive, but do not forget there are always two sides to a tale.’’

She sighs heavily. ‘’May I ask you something?’’

Momentarily I am stunned. Never in all my days at the castle have I heard my mistress ask anyone for permission to do anything, let alone a maid.

‘’Y-yes, of course.’’

‘’Say you desire someone, in a way that goes beyond merely lust. Would you not want them to come to you with their affections, willingly and of their own accord? As opposed to being ordered to do so?’’

I don’t even have to think about it. Isn’t this exactly why I have not acted upon my feelings for my mistress? I had not wanted to force my feelings upon her, so I had kept quiet.

‘’Love and lust should be given willingly and eagerly, mistress.’’ I say tentatively. ‘’I don’t believe it would feel real if I had ordered someone to- well… Act, I suppose, as though they have those feelings for me.’’

‘’So, you understand my dilemma?’’ My mistress asks, lowering herself down on the pillows next to me.

I screw my eyes shut and whisper. ‘’Oh, I understand it. But I dare not believe it.’’

One of her large hands finds one of my own and she squeezes it gently. ‘’If you had not been so determined to be such a perfect little maid you would have noticed.’’ She lets out a dry chuckle. ‘’But you never strayed from your assigned work, never looked up, never looked at me. If I had not noticed your racing heart, or the overwhelming smell of your arousal, I never would have guessed you felt anything for me at all.’’

A pang of guilt surges through me, and my voice cracks when I speak up. ‘’I was just trying to be good.’’

She reaches out to brush some strays hairs from my brow. ‘’I know, my sweet girl. And you are, you’re always good for me.’’ She tugs up the sheets to cover my body, bringing a wave of blessed warmth with it. I hadn’t even noticed how chilled I am.

‘’I would go as far as to say you were too good.’’ She says pointedly. ‘’Always so prim and proper, never even daring to look me in the eyes unless I commanded it. You never noticed, my poor sweet thing, how much I truly care for you.’’

With a sigh, she sinks herself down on the pillows next to mine. We lay there in silence for quite some time, her fingers find my hair once more and begin to comb through it. I mull over my mistress’ confessions, wondering what it is that I missed all those times I had not dared to look up from my task.

It’s true that often I felt her eyes on me as I moved about her chamber, dusting and tidying. She would gaze at me with amusement etched all over her face as I painted her face, or assisted her in putting her jewellery on. But I had just assumed that she was scrutinising my work, or that she perhaps was amused by how much my hands still trembled when I was around her.

The silence is deafening and my thoughts are terribly loud. When I can’t stand it anymore, I speak up.

‘’Mistress?’’

‘’Don’t…’’ she says quietly. ‘’Call me Alcina.’’ She says, before adding. ‘’Please.’’

‘’Alcina.’’ I say, carefully, tasting her name on my tongue for the first time. It feels familiar, it feels like a name said through kisses, over the dinner table, or in a shared bed. ‘’Alcina Dimitrescu.’’ I whisper. ‘’That’s a wonderful name.’’

‘’I like my name coming from your mouth, sweetling.’’ She says through a smile. Her fingers trail down to my waist, drawing lazy patterns there and I find myself shifting, almost subconsciously, closer to her.  ‘’What was it you wanted to say?’’

I roll over onto my side, to face her. ‘’Why didn’t you try to talk to me? If you knew how I felt, you could have said something. You didn’t have to order me to do anything if you didn’t want that.’’

To my surprise this makes her chuckle. ‘’Oh my sweet girl.’’ She says. ‘’You are ever so delicate. I feared I would frighten you away, before I could even begin to get close to you. And I suspect I was right, even after so many months, you were terribly afraid when I finally walked in on you.’’

I have to think about this for a while, I suppose she’s right, because I was beyond horrified when she walked in on me. Still, my jealousy at the fact that she continued to be intimate with certain maids, lingers.

‘’Why would you continue to have… encounters, with those maids? Even when you knew how you felt about me?’’

She heaves a sigh. ‘’I admit it was foolish of me to continue pursuing those particular activities, but I have desires too, just like you. I can be quite insatiable, as I hope you will soon come to learn.’’ She says pointedly.

‘’I used those girls for my pleasure and then discarded them, without much care. There was no tenderness there. And I ought to remind you, I had no painting of you to gaze at.’’

When she mentions the painting, I can’t stop myself form scowling, which makes my lady laugh loudly.

‘’Oh, I like you like this, sweetling. It reminds me of when I first brought you home.’’

She’s right, of course. In those early days, when I had given up on my lust for life, I was feisty and beyond furious. I lashed out at her and everyone who tried to help me. I scowled and screamed and kicked. I refused my food and smashed dish after dish against the locked hardwood door of my chamber.

That was before I realised the opportunity that I had been given, before I recognised the kindness that could be found inside the castle walls. I forced myself to be perfectly well-mannered and good natured, after that. But clearly my lady had not forgotten who I used to be.

‘’Let’s not speak of those girls any longer, my dear. I have you in my bed and I do not wish to waste any more of my time on them, when I finally have you within my grasp.’’

‘’Okay.’’ I say softly. Whilst jealousy still tugs painfully at my heart, I do agree with my lady. I don’t want to waste precious time on them, when I am here in my lady’s bed.

‘’And besides.’’ She says.  ‘’I do believe that you still owe me a fantasy.’’

I blink up at her confusedly.

‘’You don’t think I’ve forgotten about our game, do you?’’ She asks, grinning maniacally. ‘’I’m waiting for you to finish your little story.’’

‘’Right…’’ I say, the excitement from earlier steadily returning to me. It feels different now, now I have a slight insight into the feelings my mistress has for me. Knowing that she wants me, not just because she’s looking for a girl to burn through, is beyond thrilling.

‘’Go on then, pet. I’m waiting.’’

‘’Actually.’’ I say, hurriedly. ‘’Would it be okay if I- I mean, may I kneel again, please?’’

My lady gives me a sly smile. ‘’Of course.’’ She chuckles. ‘’I’m going to have such fun ruining you, sweetling.’’

***

A shiver runs through me, as climb down from the bed and sink onto my knees. I have to shift a little bit to find the familiar comfortable position, that I know I can hold for several minutes at least. My mistress shifts too, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and placing either one beside my kneeling form.

I freeze as I feel her legs settling down on either side of me. I realise, in a heart-stopping moment, that if I were to look up, I would be able to see right into my lady’s open robe. I force my eyes to floor, not daring to look up, even to breathe.

Above me, I hear my mistress chuckle. She hooks a single finger underneath my chin, her nail pressing into my skin. Ever so slowly, she tilts my face upwards, forcing my eyes away from the floor and onto her. For the briefest moments, I catch sight of the dark curls hidden between my mistress’ thighs and then my eyes meet hers once more.

‘’Now, do tell me, what is it you wished I would do to you, if you were the only one to serve me?’’

‘’Everything.’’ I breathe out. ‘’I want to feel your hands on my body, your mouth on my neck, my chest, in between my legs. I want to ride your c-cock and hold your hands, as you watch me.’’

I am beyond shame now. All I care about is my mistress knowing just how much I desire her.

‘’I want you to bend me over, to fuck me until I cry. I want to hear you growl and purr in my ear, to hear you tell me how good I am for you. I want to feel your teeth on my neck as you feed from me. I want you to tell me that I’m taking you so well and then when you’re done with me, I imagine you flipping me over on my back, or pushing me down on my knees so that you can take your pleasure from me.’’

I swallow hard. ‘’And- and that’s it.’’ I finish, somewhat lamely.

My mistress is standing now, looming above me. It feels so similar to all those nights I spent by myself looking up at her painted figure. However, this version of my mistress moves and smiles and speaks the most deliciously filthy words.

‘’There you go, pet.’’ She says sweetly, her hand resting on my cheek. ‘’That wasn’t so hard now, was it?’’ She smiles as her thumb finds my bottom lip and traces over it. ‘’I think you deserve your reward.’’

Her free hand finds the tie of her robe and expertly undoes the single knot. The garment opens, sliding partially from her shoulders and it reveals the most magnificent sight I’ve ever beheld in my life.

I gaze at her, unashamedly, fearlessly, knowing I never want to look away.