#...they do feel the pleasure of being connected because it's evident in their faces their postures their dialogue)

[chainofclovers]

(ted and rebecca)

Something that confuses me a little is the idea that because Ted and Rebecca don't get together before he goes back to Kansas, their connection doesn't amount to anything or have an explainable meaning

(I don't need a bunch of notes explaining it to me, it's just not something that makes sense to me 😬)

Because...when you interact with someone you're that connected to, it feels extremely good

It feels good whether or not you're fucking, it feels good whether or not you've been able to articulate what it means yet, it feels good even if the status of your relationship to that person changes over time

And you can tell from Ted and Rebecca's interactions that they feel extremely good when they are in the same place. When you're that connected to someone you can tell that you are! And it feels fucking incredible, and experiencing those sensations is valuable and life-improving

Their ending (their 3x12 ending, which is neither the end of their lives nor the end of their relationship) isn't meaningless; it's sad

(See also: this beautiful art and these tags)

[kaita0]

Silent Whispers (2)

Pairing: "Wolverine" Logan Howlett x Mutant!Reader

word count: 1.1k Warnings: smut, creampie, angst, Notes: This is 18+ as there are sexual themes within the story. This is a continuation of this post Silent Whispers. I hope you enjoy it all!

Taglist: @amelia262006 @clairealeehelsing @arrowenchantress @marcybug @cosmicmagicgirl @killerwendigo

“Logan, you can't just mope and drink all day,” Ororo exclaims. Watching Logan continue to sip on his cup of whiskey, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes screwed shut. He continues to ignore Ororo as he tries to reason with him. “You know she wouldn’t want this.” Logan harshly slams the glass onto the table, his eyes opening to glare daggers at Ororo. “Shut the fuck up” He mutters. 

It’s been 5 months and Logan didn’t get a lick of sleep. Up looking for you and trying to find you. He already ran to Charles to ask on your whereabouts. When he told him that you were no where to be found. He just couldn’t understand how you disappeared the way you did. He puts his face into his hands. “I don’t know what else to do. I am nothing without her.” Ororo shakes her head at him. “We will keep looking for her. We will let you know if anything comes up.” With that Ororo leaves Logan in the kitchen alone. 

All Logan can think about is you. He closes his eyes and thats where he could hear your voice. “How would you feel about settling down, lo?” Logan was at first shocked with the question. He rubs his hands on your left shoulder, caressing and massaging. “I mean I haven’t thought about that really.” You move your whole body to face Logan. Your beautiful eyes behind your long lashes. “You never thought of us settling down? Marriage? A baby?” Logan’s eyes run along your facial features. “We’re mutants. How would we be able to settle down? You seen what happened to Magneto and his family.” He watches your delicate features scrunch up a bit into a grimace. “Yea, you’re right. I think I’m going to get some rest. Good night.” You turn away from him, facing the opposite direction from him in the bed. 

That’s all he’s been thinking about. Living the good long life with you. But he was afraid. Afraid of losing you like he lost the others. Afraid someone will take you from him. Unknowingly pushing you away due to his insecurity. Now look at him. Lost you just as he feared. He clenches his fists in frustration. He couldn’t believe he just let you go like that. Pushing you so far away that you literally run right out his life. Jumping out the window and all. 

He can still remember your touch. The way you would give him both pleasure and comfort. The strong warmth that comes off your body that wrapped around his entire being. The way your kisses lead down his neck and to his chest. He held your chin so he could connect a kiss. You left him breathless, his eyes showing how mesmerized he was by you. “You ready?” A smirk was on your lips as you look down at his exposed chest and give him a little glance. 

He gives a slight nod. You trail down his body with your fingers. With elegance and swiftness, his pants are thrown on the ground. Your hands delicately holds him, trailing kisses up and down his cock. You hear the hitch in Logan’s breath and his hands grip onto the sheets once you finally enter it into your mouth. Your rhythm was slow and sensual knowing this is the exact opposite of what Logan wants. The evidence is in the way his hips buck up into your mouth. He doesn’t make a move on your hair or head because last time that happened, he gave you a new hair cut. 

“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.” He grabs you up before you could say anything. Flipping everything around and having you pinned down below him. “You have no idea the effects you got on me, princess .” A big grin was on your lips at his words. “Then show me.” Your lips lock with another. The kiss was filled with hunger, desperation, and love. He rips everything you have on in half. “Try to get away from this.” A sharp gasp escapes your lips as Logan doesn’t give you any warning. 

His pace was slow and deliberate. The same pace you was going at before. You let a whine out as you try to wiggle into the thrusts. “Go faster.” A cocky grin appears on Logan’s lips. “What did you say princess?” You arch your back away from the bed. “Please go faster.” Logan doesn’t waste not even a second before quickening his pace. Your moans bounce off the wall as you grip onto the sheets. Logan’s eyes never leave your body. Looking over all your features as if he wants to have this memory ingrained in his brain. His watching your breast bounce against your chest, the way your lips were slightly agape as moans left your lips. “I’m so close,” You whisper, your hands moving to grip onto Logan’s arms. Your nails digging into his flesh, the slight stinging adding onto the pleasure. You finish with a wail. It didn’t take long for Logan as you squeezed him so tight. His breath hitches as his climax was close. “I’m gonna fill you up,” A desperate whine escapes your lips. 

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Huh, I can’t hear you.” You nod your head with a quickness. Nails digging deeper into his skin, a hiss escaping his lips. A low growl leaves his lips as he empties himself in you, thick ropes of cum leaking out of you. He collapsed next to you. ‘I’m glad you both are enjoying yourselves on your day off. But it would be nice if you both kept it down.’ Charles voice is heard in the both of your heads. You guys both staring at each other in horror at the sound before erupting into laughter. 

Two years had went by and there is still no sign of you. At this point, Logan had become more bitter and harsh. The wrinkles on his face began to deepen on his face. His eyes were colder and darker than before. He would drink himself half to death if he could. He sat at the local bar, lips on another glass of whiskey. Everything just phased passed him, nothing would last. Nothing ever lasts but him. 

Ororo enters the bar with urgency, her legs walking quickly to Logan. She knew where he would be since she was the only one who had personally checked on Logan past few months. Logan always went to the same spot as always. He never left the seat. “We found her, Logan.” At first, the words didn’t register. He continued to drink the rest of the bitter liquid. Ororo places a hand on his shoulder. She whispers your name. “We found her.” It finally clicked and with a quickness, he was standing up out of his chair. “Where.” Is the only thing that comes out of his mouth. 

Marvel Masterlist

[sweetlittleneptune]

"Wait, it's my first time..." (gn!reader)

This post contains mature content, blogs under 18 and/or ageless DNI

"Wait," you whisper to your boyfriend between heated kisses and daring touches. "It's my first time..."

LUCIFER

his eyes widen for a second before a smile appears on his face. do you know just how much you are feeding his ego right now? just knowing the fact that you are willing to let him take your virginity is enough to get him completely riled up. but he doesn't let it show. instead, he is a perfect gentleman and promises he'll be gentle and careful.

"I'll be most gentle, don't you worry darling. After all, you deserve it, offering yourself like this to me..."

MAMMON

the shock in his eyes is evident. he thought you might have already had a partner or two in the human realm, that you had experimented a bit before, but he definitely won't complain! the thought of being your first is enough to make his dick harder than ever. a playful smirk makes its way to his face as he teases you a bit.

"how lucky am I, huh? you'll see, I'll make you feel real good sweetheart"

LEVIATHAN

at first he was sure you were stopping him because you didn't want to go further. but when he hears the last part of your sentence, the demon is relieved and tells you with a shy smile that it's his first time too! the fact that you are both unexperienced in the matter seems to erase a lot of the awkwardness. the two of you will get to learn and feel the pleasure for the first time together, it's incredibly romantic.

"I'm really happy that you want to do it with me... I really wanted to do it with you too."

SATAN

he isn't surprised at all. he had noticed your hesitation a few times before when things got heated and had connected the dots. Satan didn't want to push it and simply waited until you were ready. and now that you are, all he can do is kiss your lips gently and whisper in your ear that he'll take good care of you.

"don't worry beautiful, I'll make sure you feel good I promise"

ASMODEUS

Asmo has been a lot of people's first. but being yours is much more exciting and romantic! he has to stop himself from grinning like an idiot to not ruin the mood. the demon dives in for a deep kiss, cradling your head in his hands, before giving you the sweetest smile ever. do you know how happy it makes him that he is the one taking your virginity?

"you picked the right demon for the task angel, spread your legs for me?"

BEELZEBUB

if Beel was hungry for you before, he is even more now. knowing that you trust him enough to let him take your virginity is a really big deal. he is quite aware of his size and is definitely ready to spend hours on foreplay if that's what it takes, there's no way he is saying no to being your first tonight. he is blushing like crazy and his fingers play nervously with the hem of your pyjama pants.

"I really want to be your first, you'll let me make you feel good?"

BELPHEGOR

while he has a smirk plastered on his face, he is actually screaming inside. he can't believe that, after all that's happened, you trust him this much! taking your virginity is a huge thing for him, and he wants to show you that he's worthy of your love and your trust. still, he won't share his thoughts until it's over and you're laying in his arms, pleased and on the brink of sleep. for now he'll keep his cheeky grin and teases.

"look at you, all shy and blushing. don't worry baby, I won't bite, unless that's what you're into..."

[phefics]

𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: kaz brekker x reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: kaz struggles with touching peope, specifically skin-to-skin contact. he finds a way around his aversion to make you feel good. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: afab!reader, fem!reader, fingering, kaz's gloves, intimacy struggles, mentions of kaz's canon trauma, virgin!kaz, cumming untouched 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1k

Kaz can’t stand skin-to-skin contact. It was inconvenient, yes, a frustrating side effect of his complicated past, but he’s managed to find loopholes.

Like the gloves, for instance. They acted as both a safety net and a talking point, starting those delightful rumors of his hands being permanently stained with the blood of his enemies, when in reality, he would be incapacitated without the scraps of leather to protect him.

But it had never mattered much, before you.

Human touch, connection, was never something he craved. He appreciates Jesper’s friendship, but has never longed to embrace him. He is fully capable of recognizing an attractive person, acknowledging beauty where it was obvious, but he’s never felt an desire to act on the attraction.

Lust was never something he felt, before you.

He had tried to act on his urges, to be like any other man and touch you, but it had ended poorly. You had given him space as he let the water retreat, and he had been filled with self-loathing for his failure.

And so, he found another loophole. He was a thief, a conman, so of course he could come up with a plan for anything.

The cool leather of his gloves took some getting used to, at first. The same fingers that so easily picked locks and pockets turned clumsy and unsure when they ventured between your legs.

You sat on his desk, naked from the waist down and legs spread wide, while Kaz sat at his desk chair in front of you, still fully clothed. Well, he had undone the top few buttons of his shirt, but that was as close to nude as he could handle at that moment.

Being naked in front of you didn’t embarrass him. Before there was any romance, any attraction evident between you, Kaz had stripped in your presence without concern. It was the proximity though, the vulnerability, that made his clothes a necessary barrier.

One gloved hand rested on your thigh, a silent reminder to keep your legs open for him, while the other was searching for your clit, still unfamiliar and inexperienced with your anatomy.

“Can I guide your hand?” you asked, tone gentle.

He nodded, so you took his wrist softly, being sure to touch only over his sleeve, and helped him find that special spot, the rough texture of the leather a new and thrilling sensation as his thumb flicker softly over your clit, curious.

You whined, your head lolling back as he followed your lead, his touch taking on a new confidence.

Kaz chuckled quietly. “Is this really all it takes?” he asked, a smug look on his face. “I’ve barely done a thing.”

“It feels good,” you replied. “Your gloves...It's different."

"A good sort of different, I assume?" he asked.

You nodded, another moan leaving your lips as he continued to touch your clit with his thumb, deciding to try slipping a finger inside of your hole. You were wet enough to ensure that the leather didn't feel painful going inside.

Although he wasn’t the one being pleasured, Kaz couldn’t help the breathless noises that left him — seeing you so worked up because of him, because of his actions, it was a completely new feeling.

“Saints, Kaz, you’re doing so good,” you panted. “Making me feel so fucking good.”

Your words made him whimper, although he’d take that detail to the grave, his face flushed. It felt good for him, too, to please you. Although he hadn’t touched himself, or let you touch him, just the friction of his pants was almost too much for him to handle, having never experienced masturbation — sometimes, he would wake up with sticky sheets, irritated and embarrassed.

He had spent so long refusing to give in to those dreams, the little thoughts of sex and pleasure and bodies against each other, and you had set loose something within him, the primal desires he'd been forced to ignore due to all he'd been through.

His hips thrust into nothing, the head of his cock leaking as it rubbed against the seam of his pants. You were the only person receiving any stimulation, and yet, he seemed more spent than you. It was endearing, hot and adorable at the same time.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you breathed. “Can you go a little faster?”

Kaz nodded, using two fingers to pump in and out of your pussy, picking up the pace as you’d requested.

It didn’t take long for that sensation to build in your belly, your sounds of pleasure growing louder, more frequent. You came with a shout of his name, and although his cock had remained untouched, he followed you soon after.

His expression was completely shocked, having experienced his first ever orgasm, at least, while awake, and making a conscious effort to make it occur.

You giggled as you came down from your high, looking fondly at his flushed, surprised face. It was an unbelievable honor to see Kaz Brekker at his most vulnerable.

“Did you…?”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his tone attempting to be stern, and completely failing as his voice shook and his mouth fought to curl into a smile.

And you just laughed again, catching a glimpse of his glove, slick with your cum. “I think you’ll be needing a new pair.”

Kaz looked down at his hands and laughed, too. "I suppose I will."

He didn't seem to mind.

It wasn’t a perfect, passionate night of sloppy kisses and skin slapping skin, but Kaz had made an effort to shed his armor for you, to face his fear of intimacy, and touch.

And that little loophole was just the beginning.

(maybe a part 2...?)

[romchat]

The On1y One visual analysis (Ep. 5): Seeking an opening

Something I really enjoy about The On1y One's visual storytelling is how it uses framing to represent the tentative way Jiang Tian and Sheng Wang embed themselves into each other's lives. Through their interactions, we see Tian learning to let people in while Wang gives himself permission to trust those around him, and that fraught journey towards connection is beautifully captured by the show's cinematography choices.

From the first episode, we see the show using architectural framing to represent Tian’s aloofness, whether it’s the walls of his old neighborhood that tuck him away from his classmates or the closet that hides his always packed suitcase. So I find it really interesting how the architectural framing of his homeroom’s classroom window serves a completely different purpose: to showcase Tian’s ability to fight against his instincts for pushing people away and gradually open up to Wang.

As noted by @heretherebedork, that open window changes the (physical and emotional) wall between them. Ever since he acknowledged their relationship in Episode 3 through this window, it's here that Tian continues to signal the changing boundaries of their relationship.

Each episode he slowly transforms from a silent observer removed from the world around him to someone extending the care Wang so desperately craves, and the window, as a frame within a frame, directs our attention to the significance of these moments. Tian not only offers Wang physical relief but also emotional relief--he sees Wang despite the latter having experienced a lifetime of being ignored, and this all happens through the window.

Moreover, the camera language The On1y One uses to frame Wang's response reveals how heady that recognition feels.

One of my favorite examples of this is when Wang confronts Tian about helping capture the thugs who had attacked him. Tian denies having been involved but Wang refuses to believe him, playfully pushing him against the wall as he lists all the evidence to the contrary.

What makes this sequence of shots so compelling is how the framing changes as the two characters become more aware of the significance of Tian's actions.

The sequence is just a series of single shots (meaning each shot only features one person), but we can feel the tension between Wang and Tian because of the shift in balance and shot size. The shots start off-balanced and dirty, the characters' faces off to the edge of the frame and obscured by the other, but soon the framing closes in on their eyes gazing directly at each other. The extreme close-up is strangely honest and intimate, evoking a sense of wonder and nerves.

Being confined to such a tight frame proves to be too much for Tian, however, and the camera responds accordingly by shifting to a medium shot, as if to give him a breather. But from Wang's small smile, you can tell he feels pleasure at the idea of someone caring enough to protect him, and the camera language for the rest of the scene uses several techniques to visualize the emotional connection he allows himself to indulge in.

(See the lovely rack focus during Tian's "I was just thinking you must have been very scared" speech". Rather than editing together separate shots of Tian and Wang, the camera keeps both characters in frame and smoothly changes the focus between the two, visually linking them together. Their vulnerable conversation has fostered an irreversible shift in their relationship.)

So it's notable that when Tian tells Wang he is thinking of leaving Wang home to stay in the school dormitories, we get this absolutely devastating shot from outside their window, the closed frame now creating a stark line separating the two:

Tian: Why do you want to stay at the school? Wang: ...I wasn't familiar with you. Tian: How about now? Do you still want to stay at school? Wang: No, now that I'm more familiar with you, right? And you? Do you still want to stay at school? Tian: I think I will in the future.

Wang interprets Tian's decision as a rejection of him, and the shot is cold and isolating to reflect that. Their last few interactions were one step forward and two steps back.

What smart visual storytelling.

[blurboki]

no one talk to me bc changbin would be the sweetest thing ever being your first time i’m going to ugly sob, happy birthday to my favoritest most talented boy <3

he’d talk to you for a long time beforehand, asking about what you’re nervous about and any questions (not as if he had a ton of experience, but more than you at least).

changbin would be so attentive, absolutely infatuated with you and your body — how you react to his touch, eyelids fluttering shut with the most angelic blissful look overtaking your features. he’s obsessed.

he’d trail down your body, basically molding you into his touch while helping you relax, licking his lips as he watched your fingers curl inside you when you assured him you didn’t want him doing all the work for him and could prep yourself.

“shit, shit! it hurts fuck-“ you hiss at the stretch, feeling your eyes begin to water. he can’t go much slower or gentler at that (which you’re very thankful for), but man does it hurt like a bitch.

“i know baby, don’t cry. you’re doing so well, just a little more, hm?” he kisses your cheek, connecting his forehead with your own as you shakily nod. with that he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, big fingers lifting up your thighs to bottom out.

he stills there, making sure you’re alright while you adjust to him.

god. the gravelly sound he let out didn’t give justice to how heavenly you felt.

“bi..binnie— it’s so much.” you whisper, and he nearly whines. the things you do to him.

you’re trembling and he’s overwhelmed with how ethereal you are, how badly he wants to see the faces you make when you cum, your breathlessness when you kiss while he’s inside of you. no, he’ll be patient. he knows this is special.

slowly, once he gets the go-ahead, he gives an experimental roll of his hips, your arms loosely hanging around his neck.

automatically, your breath hitches, all earlier pain dissolving into nothing but mind-numbing pleasure spreading throughout your entire body.

“listen to you, feelin’ good?” he grins cheekily, referring to your needy cries and the heavy squelch of your bodies connecting, evidence of how amazing he’s making your feel. changbin fucks harder than he does fast, taking his time. it makes you feel like he swallows you hole, never a spot he hasn’t filled in your pussy with his fat cock.

“so good, so good, binnie, more, please more.” although, despite your obvious desperation, he—so kindly compared to the situation—smiles down at you, leaving a chaste peck on your swollen lips.

you feel good because of him, you want more of him, he’s your first time. his heart feels so fuzzy.

he gives you more, of course he does. in fact, he gives you everything, mapping out the specific places that make your toes curl and your moans turn into keens to secure the best he can give you.

“i’m gonna give you whatever you want, so let go, i’ve got you.” he urges, kissing the side of your lips as your mouth hangs open with a silent scream, wincing at the tightness of your spasming cunt fluttering around him before he pulled out to paint your stomach white.

you’re heaving, he’s heaving, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and leaning down to check in on your barely-there expression.

“are you tired, love?” he hums, cracking a soft smile upon watching your sleepy nod. your mouth opens halfway and he oh-so-kindly patiently waits for you to speak, gazing down at you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe.

“thank you, ‘love you.”

that was the first time you’d said that to each other, and after changbin had gotten through the stunned-to-silence part, he responded the same, positively alight with happiness.

“i love you, so much.”

[trashytoastboi]

Hello! I've loved so mich your nsfw scenario about Killer and s/o first time together, could you do something similar for Kid and female s/o please? Thank you if you'll write it!!

^^ Heyya! 🍞🍀 sorry for the late reply on this! I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and of course! Hope you enjoy~

NSFW Scenario: Kid x F! S/O – First time

(Female Pronouns) 

Warnings: NSFW {Virgin, Body worship, Fingering, Missionary} + Soft Kid (Because why not)

Word Count: 2,626 words

🛠 Eustass Kid 🛠

 

From the get go of the relationship it’s been evident to say that Kid is a very affectionate person by nature. Emotional intelligence and thoughtful conversations were not his forte. He willfully chose actions in lieu of words. Everything about conveying intention through action felt more honest, and genuine. At least in Kid’s mind. Even now, he expressed his own unfamiliar feeling of attachment and what he speculated to be love in the impulsive manner of abundant affection. Kid’s kisses grow a little deeper, more passionate, more driven and intent. He pulls {Name} closer, eliminating even the faintest distance between their bodies. 

“K-Kid” she mumbled between the barrage of kisses, Kid looked at her with question in his eyes. Unsure why there is a faint shaking present in her voice. She appeared anxious, “What’s up doll?” Kid inquired between a few more pecks. She flashed an awkward smile “Just nervous.” Kid raised an eyebrow at the word nervous, “You’re acting like this is your first time or something.” Ah yes, the sharpest hammer in the shed, an apt term to describe Kid. Sometimes he hits the nail on the head without realizing the extent of a situation. {Name} gave him that knowing look that basically confirmed it, Kid genuinely surprised himself with that one and did not expect it. “It’s really your first time?” Mild panic set in, considering he wasn’t really one who could be gentle nor one with patience. At least with how he saw himself in matters of lust and desire when he worked solely towards his own carnal satiation. Kid took a moment, and inhaled a deep breath to steady himself. Silently begging whoever, whatever for the necessary restraint. {Name} is different, she is not a one night stand, a random tavern hook-up with a stranger. She is his partner, someone he grew to care so deeply about that it came as a surprise to him more than anyone. 

Kid had already had his fair share of fantasies, imagining them being intimate together and watching how {Name} would writhe and moan with pleasure. Clawing at him, begging for more as he- “Kid?” Her voice brought him out of his thoughts, he lifted his hands to his head. “Doll, I really want this to be good for you but I’m not sure how to do that. I’m not exactly the most gentle.” Kid searched through his previous experiences, he knew the ins and out. Yet his previous experiences could not provide the information he wanted, he hadn’t really slept with anyone he shared a connection with, most of those people he didn’t even know. Two strangers trying to get from point A to point B as quickly as possible. Yes, there were the generalized tools of trade, the common tricks that could get anyone to where they needed to be. However, Kid wanted more from this exchange than that, he wanted to learn her body just as {Name} wanted to learn his. In a way, this would be an equally new experience for Kid. Who up until this point had not shared a meaningful connection, he so easily gave his affections and poured them onto {Name}. She probably could never guess his thoughts and hesitation that gripped him in this moment. He is a clumsy, rough around the edges asshole to the world, who truly meant well to those he is loyal to. 

His hand rested on her hip, while the prosthesis he composed with all the random metal components had a cold touch, he cradled her face and she leaned into the coldness. She stifled a small laugh at seeing him so perplexed, Captain Kid, the very man who dives headfirst into everything and somehow always had to have the last word. Right now, he seemed lost to the point of stagnation over figuring out how to touch someone he cared about. “Just do what you normally do Kid.” {Name} suggested hoping it could give him the necessary push. Kid remained silent, allowing his hands to do the talking. He pushed her back onto the bed, his large form engulfing hers beneath him. He tugged off her shirt, taking no time to struggle with the clip of her bra and opted to rip it off altogether and toss it off to the side. Kid instantly occupied his mouth with the soft flesh of her breasts, his hand roughly squeezed and kneaded one, while his tongue took care of the other. His tongue swirled around her nipple, using his teeth to bite and pull at it. {Name} hissed with the minuscule hurt, wanting to roll her eyes when she saw how Kid looked so amused and enticed by her actions. For {Name} most of all this was a first, an alien feeling and he wanted to take the opportunity to tease her. Kid got up, swiftly attempting to take his clothes off at lightning speed and nearly tripped over his pants in doing so. After the heap of clothing on the floor only grew the more he took off until there was nothing left. He focused on her remnant clothing, underwear and all. Kid paused, taking a good look at his partner, to really drink in and appreciate the sight of her naked form splayed on his bed, even better yet under him. After really appreciating the sight, his lips turned up into a grin. “So beautiful and all mine.” He whispered, running his fingers down her chest and stomach. {Name} shifted under his touch, the view from where she was laying is a feast to the eyes. She blushed at her own perverted thoughts but considering everything, there was nothing wrong with a little day dream. 

Kid leaned down, {Name} sat up quickly and accidentally caused them to collide and hit their heads. “What the hell?” Kid muttered while rubbing the forming lump on his forehead. {Name} looked at him, “I wanted to touch you too.” She said it with such conviction despite the tears pricking her eyes from the bump and Kid smirked. He opened his arms as if showing off “Go ahead.” {Name} reached out, first touching his shoulders. Dragging her hands down his chest, lingering longer than intended. “Huh, never pegged you as a tit person.” Kid mused, cackling when she blushed. She shook her head trying to get over the bashfulness, her hands ran along the taut muscles while caressing his abs and sides. Kid tried not to giggle or move around too much, he didn’t want to admit that his sides are ticklish. {Name} marvelled at his body and loved every single moment touching him. 

 He found the sensuality of it all to be such a turn on. {Name} fixated on exploring every inch of his skin with her fingers as if exploring newfound territory. Her fingers grazed over the jagged flesh of his scars, Kid jolted slightly. The sensitivity of his scars was a new discovery. Her hands headed lower and suddenly stopped. Kid glanced at her with curiosity, she didn’t know where to direct her gaze and looked flustered. Kid looked down, ah…he realized where she was staring. “Anymore staring and you’ll make me shy.” He teased, his comment snapped her from her daze when {Name} realized how utterly fixated she was on seeing his cock for the first time. 

“What’s the look of surprise for? Is it the size or the piercings?”

“That- well, um…” She stuttered and failed to actually provide a coherent answer. Kid caught her off guard with a sudden kiss, a series of shallow and passionate kisses to her lips, down her jaw and down her neck. “You done exploring?” He asks, she nods. Kid hooks his hand behind her thighs and pulls her, causing her to fall back into the bed. “My turn.” His mouth traces down her navel, her thighs and Kid looks up to see the shallow breaths that disguised her soft breathy moans. He figured he was doing something right when he pulled her thighs apart and could see {Name} practically overflowing with arousal. She squeaked in embarrassment and tried to shut her thighs. “Now, now. No need to be so shy.” Kid kept her thighs spread apart, the cold metal of his hand that rested against her thigh contrasted against the warmth of his hand that inched closer, he paused. Very unceremoniously he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them one by one. Making sure she watched everything. Kid pulled them out with a pop, his almost wicked smile paired with the smudged lipstick made her gulp at the sight. He slid his fingers up her slit slowly, waiting to see how she would react. The first touch already elicited a moan from her lips and she hid behind the arm she draped over her face. 

Kid gave another long stroke and watched how she jerked when he bumped against her clit. He already knew it would pull such a vigorous reaction. He still wanted to watch her writhe with silent impatience not even knowing what kind of touch she wanted or where she wanted to be touched. “Oh? Here.” Kid feigned innocence, pretending to just by chance stumble across her point of sensitivity. “Kid~” She mewled, his name came out stuttered and interrupted by her moans that fell from her lips. Kid kept his focus on rubbing her clit, just a little more. He moved a little lower and prodded at her hole before tentatively pushing a finger inside. He worked it in, the heavenly feeling that greeted him only rushed to his already leaking cock. “Tell me how it feels.” 

“It’s weird…” {Name} admitted, Kid let out a low laugh, “Weird huh.” His finger moved with intention and insistence, his thumb prodded and clumsily rubbed her clit while working a second thick finger inside. “Oh-” she whined, “Oh?” Kid repeated it for effect while he kept working her over. {Name’s} body twitched and her insides clenched around his fingers. “Fuck that’s hot, you have to do that around my cock.” He moved his fingers with perfect rhythm, seemingly searching for something. He slowed down, watching every tiny reaction as he pulled a little away from {Name}. His thumb stopped its motions, dragging his fingers out and pushing them back in. Curling his fingers a little more as he pulled them out, “Ah-!” she blurted out, his hand stopped dead where she had shown such an intense reaction. “Here?” He cooed, returning to his faster pace as he focused on prodding that one spot. His thumb began rubbing her again and {Name} started falling apart, not knowing what to do with herself. Her hand shot down to grab his wrist, “Kid wait- it feels strange.” 

“Does it feel strange or does it feel good?” he asks, {Name} leaning back and shutting her eyes. It felt good, it could not be articulated. “Should I stop then?” Kid stalls, “N-no” she pleads, That answers his question, he moves faster and watches how she comes undone. {Name} blurted curse words in the sweetest voice as her body trembled and stills on the bed. Kid had the cockiest grin on his face when he looked down at her and pulled his fingers out. He was more than ready, practically aching and made his second discovery of the night. He had the potential to be patient. “Um, should I change positions or?” {Name} asked. “There are a lot of positions I’d like to see you in but I think we should just keep it like this for now.” He hums, settling between her thighs as he stroked his cock. Rubbing the head along her slit and coating it with her juices, “Remember to breathe doll.” Kid pushed into her while making sure to keep it slow. {Name} winces from the unfamiliar pain, the strange stretch and the feeling of being filled, only adding to the unusual sensation she is experiencing for the first time. Kid stopped when he saw the look of pain flash across her face. Gritting his teeth to hold himself back from slamming everything inside her. “You alright there?” Kid inquired with concern, and she nodded. He held her close, Kid really wasn’t one for all the sappy bullshit but this is one of those times that needed it. He could save his kinky asshole routine for another time. Kid kissed her gently, distracting from the pain as his metallic hand stayed on her hip and held her steady. His other hand held her head, “You’re taking me so well doll, just a little more okay?” An understatement considering he had a little over half still to go. Though nothing like a little reassurance, his quiet praise comforted the pain. As odd as the feeling, it paired with a searing pleasure in her body. 

“So good.” Kid grunted, slowly rocking his hips to work his way in a little easier. He was determined to bottom out or at the very least try to. {Name} could tap out if it got too overbearing and he would gladly accept what she gave him. Finally to the last little bit, his patience waned and his hips snapped, roughly slamming into her. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry you feel too good.” {Name} panted and whimpered, a few tears fell from her eyes. Kid kissed her, keeping still until he couldn’t take anymore. His hands clenched the blankets, trying to give himself stability and restraint. He shallowly rocked his hips, {Name} perched her hands on his shoulders “K-Kid you can move more.”

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Kid growled and held back a rumbling moan, “I’m okay Kid…” she reassures and convinces him, he nods and starts moving more. He developed an uneven pace, slowly pulling his cock out, leaving no spot untouched and slamming it back in roughly, Kid chuckled when he found her unintentionally clenching down on him. {Name} tried to move with his time, unconsciously seeking out her release. “Relax babe, I’ll get you there.” Kid chuckled, leaning back to look down on her dishevelled figure. His metal hand grabs her breast with a rough grip, while his fingers pay attention to her clit and thankfully he knows how to multitask. “Just like that”, he pounds into her harder and becomes aware of the blooming heat in his stomach. He knew he had the stamina but felt the oncoming surge approaching faster, {Name} just took in every new sense, feeling an unknown pleasure that bubbled in every part of her being, she logically knew there were various words, descriptions for it but she couldn’t think. {Name’s} attention failed to drift anywhere aside from the physical touches of Kid. If it wasn’t the cold metal contrasting against her skin every time it touched her, or how his fingers unsteadily and roughly rubbed her clit that sent shocks down her spine or the continuous feeling of being stretched and full to wanting and empty if even for a brief moment. Kid’s thrusts grew sloppy, he tried to keep himself steady while thrusting hard, he knew he was close already. Kid refused to give into the feeling, not until he felt her cumming around his cock. {Name} digs her nails into his shoulder as she hits her high, vision turning white and rocked by the pleasure. A deep groan escapes Kid’s throat, who instantly feels his own orgasm about to overtake him. He quickly pulls out, and covers {Name} in his cum. He ran his fingers through his dampened hair and grinned down at her. She looks a little dazed, she sighs and smiles with tired eyes. Certainly a first to remember and a gateway into oh so much more. “Catch your breath, we’re not done yet.” Kid smirked. 

[spiritedscorpio]

When you try to be dominant

Warning: NSFW content, afab! reader

Includes: Atsushi, Dazai, Ranpo, Chuuya, Yosano, Kunikida, Akutagawa, Nikolai, Higuchi, Fyodor

Atsushi:

He's pretty shy when it comes to being intimate. He gets flustered easily however in the heat of the moment, he'll have a tight grip on your thighs as he rams into you.

You decide to switch things up the next time you're being intimate. He had just removed your clothes and pulled you in for a kiss. His hands ran along your side, exploring the soft skin. You let him be in control until you got the urge to see how his flustered behavior would come into play in the bedroom. While your lips were still connected, you slipped your hand under the hem of his pants, palming his cock causing an unexpected moan to leave his lips. As you continue your actions he struggles to kiss back, eventually falling back onto his elbows and letting you take over. He raises his hips, allowing you to remove his pants and boxers before sinking down on his cock. All he is able to do is hold onto your hips, aiding your movements.

"W-what are you doing? Hah- I didn't expect this from you. but please... keep going, you feel so good"

Dazai:

He's extremely good at dirty talking; he knows exactly what to say to turn you on and turn you into a flustered mess underneath him. The next time he's towering over you, trailing both kisses and love bites down your body, you decide to take over, simply to see what he'd be like.

You push him back on the bed, him letting you do this to see what you were trying. Your fingers find their way around his cock, pumping it a few times before wrapping your lips around it. A smirk quickly finds its way to his lips and his fingers begin gripping your hair. He’s quick to thrust up into your throat, setting the pace himself. “My, aren’t we needy? And here I was taking my time with you but it seems that you just want to be fucked like a slut”

His words fluster you, making you lose all your confidence and he uses the opportunity to flip you onto your knees. “Very well, I suppose I’ll indulge you”

Although it won’t happen often, he’d probably let you top him if you asked nicely.

Ranpo:

Whether it’s him thrusting into you or you riding him, he doesn’t care as long as he’s inside you. Because of this, the only way to really get him to submit is with words. Praise him. Tell him he’s good and how good he’s making you feel and he’s yours. Especially if he’s not feeling particularly confident that day, praise him and it'll drive him wild.

You walk into his office to find him looking through the evidence for a case with a frustrated look on his face. The agency was fairly empty so you lock the door behind you and suggest that a distraction may help him feel better. You pull his pants and boxers down to his knees before sinking to your knees, sucking on his cock. Once he reaches his first orgasm you wrap your arms around his neck and sink onto his cock. He’s already sensitive so needy whimpers and whines leave his lips as you tell him how good he’s being. As you whisper praise into his ear you feel him twitch inside you, his second release already nearing.

“Ah, this is exactly what I needed... I'm all yours darling. Please... tell me I'm good. I'll be good for you... I promise"

Chuuya:

He always took the dominant role, saying that he should since he's the man. Since you're always the one submitting, you get the urge to see what he'd be like underneath his cocky exterior. The only way to top him is to overwhelm him with pleasure.

The next time he has you half naked, straddling his lap, lips locked with his own you grind your hips on his clothed cock. "Eager, aren't we?" A cocky remark leaves his lips although he lets you continue your actions. You move your lips to his neck, sucking on the tender skin while your hands find their way under his shirt, gently rubbing and tugging on his nipples. He progressively becomes more vocal as he slowly starts to lose his composure, a smirk spreading across your face as you realize your plan is working. Soon enough he's all yours and begging for you not to stop and to feel you around him. "Fuck- you're gonna be the death of me but please... don't stop. Ah, you feel so good, please... I need to be inside you"

Yosano:

Sex with her is amazing; she always prioritizes your needs whether they be being cared for like a princess, or ruined like a slut. She always took the dominant role but you didn't mind, she knew what she was doing and it was extremely hot however you eventually wondered if you could turn the tables on her.

When the two of you are in bed relaxing together, you run your hand over her body and lean up to kiss her-- the kiss soon turning into a make out session. Your hand reaches under the lovely nightgown she had on and rubs circles over her clothed clit, a soft exhale leaving her. "Well would you look at who's trying to be in charge" She pulls away from you and sits back, interested to see how you would go about this. Your head is soon between her legs, her muscular thighs pressuring the sides of your head as you eat her out.

"Fuck, just like that, I'm so close... Well... I certainly didn't expect that. Now how about I return the favor, hm?"

Kunikida:

He also felt that he should always be the top but that just made you want to switch things up even more. He normally had so much composure and you wanted to break it. You wanted to break him.

The next time the two of you are at home, you put on a new black set of lingerie you recently bought. You ask him what he thinks and when he looks up at you a deep blush spreads across his face. He simply says it's nice however you noticed his wandering gaze. You pout at him, claiming he barely even looked at it before going to sit on his lap, giving him a better look. He's quick to tell you that you look very good, his point being confirmed by the erection you felt under you. Several moments pass by where neither of you do anything but his eyes show his desire. You ask him if something's wrong innocently, the blush on his face deepening as you put him on the spot. He huffs in annoyance, saying you already know what he wants causing you to get off his lap. You whisper that you'll give him what he wants if he just tells you. He says he wants you to suck him off and you sink to your knees, smirking. The embarrassment and pleasure is too much for him, making him putty in your hands, allowing you to take the reigns.

"Well, ah, this is quite unlike you. Is this going to be a regular thing? Ah, well I s-suppose I don't mind if you keep this up"

Akutagawa:

Just like in day to day life, he’s pretty quiet in the bedroom, only a few low moans and groans leaving him. He never really says anything he wants you to do and just goes with the flow of things. Although he never says anything, his body is very telling. If you point it out, he's all yours.

The next time you're relaxing in bed, you press your ass against his crotch and his eyes shoot open. You wait for him to calm back down before rubbing your ass against him and soon enough you feel him get hard. His breath hitches although he does nothing. "What's this?" You roll over so you can see his face. "Are you turned on right now?" He averts your gaze and says it's not his fault when you're moving like that. Even though he's not really showing it, he's incredibly embarrassed. You understand that he's relatively uncomfortable with being vocal in these situations so you just want him to say one thing at least. As you palm him over his pants, he grows visibly frustrated with your pace. You tell him that if he wants something, all he has to do is tell you so he pauses before speaking. "Please... make me come. Ah, you sure can be clueless when you want to, whatever j-just don't stop"

It may go like this but if he's angry, he may just use his ability to hold you in place and ruin you.

Nikolai:

He knows how to use his words to make you melt and squirm and because of this, he was normally the top.

The next time you're making out, clothes scattered around the floor, you reach down to stroke his cock. His eyes immediately widen and he moans into the kiss. He eventually pulls away and leans back, curious to see what you would do. You move so you're hovering over him and he expected you to ride him but you straddle his thigh instead. Your hips make a steady back and forth motion on his thigh, coating it in your arousal. He whines at the fact that he isn't directly getting you off and you shut him up by pulling him in for a kiss. Once you separate, his eyes watch you intently as you get closer and closer to your release. He begs you to touch him, to do anything, his cock straining under you from you not giving it attention.

"Please... let me make you come... Please, I need you"

Higuchi:

She prioritizes your needs and comfortability during sex, never being overly rough with you. Switching was never something she seemed to have a problem with however you found the confidence she had in the bedroom attractive so you always let her top you.

The next time you're making out, you eventually pull away and bring your hands to her shoulders, sliding down the soft skin. You tell her how beautiful you think she is and her face instantly turns pink. After continuing to praise her, she turns into a flustered mess under you, letting you take control. Gently spreading her legs, you run two fingers up her slit before pushing them in. You watch her face as you fuck her with your fingers however her eyes are shut, unable to bring herself to make eye contact. She lets out soft moans and curses as you increase your pace, her breathing growing ragged. As she comes her legs spasm around your hand and you slow your pace as she rides out her high.

"Fuck... you're a little too good at that, but please... let me return the favor"

Fyodor:

The thought of you topping him has never crossed his mind. He enjoyed you submitting to him and ruining you. Since he had such a strong opinion on this, you really wanted to see what it would be like if you switched things up.

You decide to put on a skimpy little maid outfit to try and seduce him. While he's working on his laptop you walk into the room, innocently tidying up a few things. He glances at you, taking note of your outfit before returning his attention to his work. You make a point to bend over to clean things off the floor, the skirt of your dress raising to reveal your ass. To you, it seemed like he wasn't getting the hint so you went to sit on his lap. "Hm? Oh it's nothing, I just figured since I'm dressed like this I should give you some service~" He doesn't give in right away, instead choosing to mock you and go on about how needy you are. You go to remove his clothes before wrapping your lips around his cock, attempting to set the pace yourself however his hand prevented you from doing so. He kept a firm grip around your head as he thrusted up into your throat, an amused grin spreading across his face as he watches you struggle to take in his cock.

"Ah, it seems someone has forgotten who's in charge here. I'll be sure to remind you of that shortly. Go on, take some more"

[midnight-bay-if]

(Suggestive) Remixing a previous ask again: how do the ROs feel about MC marking them up, and/or leaving their own marks on MC? :3c

S: S really enjoys being marked by the MC and will wear them as badges of pride, haha. Just avoid their actual face, and they'll be into it. Also, even if they don't go out of their way to mark MC, they very well may get carried away in the throes of passion.

Rain: Rain doesn't enjoy marking so much. They prefer a much more soft, sensual experience. However, if you were to get carried away and dig your nails in too deep or nip them a little, they would probably enjoy that because it meant you were into it.

Taj: Loves it. Taj already has more than a few scars on their body; all of them are reminders of less-than-pleasant experiences. Perhaps your touch could help erase some of those in favour of more pleasant memories. If you expressed you were into it, expect them to repay the favour as well.

N: N can be pretty dominant in a relationship, but they prefer using their words. Although, they wouldn't be opposed to leaving evidence of your relationship on you. It acts as a great deterrent. Plus, it gives them something else to gloat about for a change, haha.

Umbra: Wouldn't be into it. They can't stand the idea of hurting you, and that's how they view those kinds of markings. Even if you give them permission, they can't separate the pleasure from the pain. Also, Umbra's connection to their own body is complicated. But to define it easily; they don't like it. The more you tried to mark them, and the more you failed, the more they would grow to hate it.

(Thanks for the ask! I always wonder if sometimes my answers are even making sense as I navigate not spoiling the character's personal arcs, lol.)

[nyrandrea]

Hi! I’m the person who asked about a FAQ, I think this should linger in your boundaries but please feel free to discard it if it makes you uncomfortable! May I request Astarion with a gender neutral reader who’s interested in being intimate, but only wants to do something for him and has no interest in the favor being returned? I’m not sure if that counts as heavy smut so please let me know if it does! I just love the idea of Astarion being spoiled by someone who only cares about his pleasure and enjoyment. Can be early or late relationship!

Heyy so this probably isn't exactly what you had in mind but writing smut isn't quite my forte (I compensated with lots of cuddling) I hope you still like it though! Takes place during early-ish relationship.

TW for light smut and descriptions of blood drinking

Word Count: 1.2k

Enjoy!

xxx

In the soft, dim glow of the bedroom, the world outside faded into obscurity. With a gentle sigh, you nestled into Astarion's arms, finding solace in the coolness of his embrace. Your bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, a perfect, seamless connection. 

As you lay there, the world felt still, and time itself seemed to slow down. Your head rested on his chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing as his fingers traced soft, delicate patterns on your back. 

Outside, raindrops tapped lightly on the window, a soothing background melody to their own as a soft, golden halo of moonlight bathed the room in its tender glow. 

“You’re still awake,” Astarion said, turning his head lazily towards you. “You should sleep, dawn is nearly upon us.” 

“’I’m trying,” you replied. “Can’t stop thinking.” 

“About...?” 

“Just... everything.” 

Your heart was heavy, burdened with the weight of your fears, like a fragile porcelain vase teetering on the edge of a precipice. You yearned to reach out, to open the floodgates of your apprehensions, but the words remained captive within you. 

Beside you, Astarion’s eyes reflected the flickering candlelight, seemingly oblivious to the tempest raging within you until he extended his hand, fingers brushing against yours, and in that touch, you found solace, his unwavering support evident without uttering a single word.  

It was almost like he could feel your heartache, your inner turmoil, and he was there, ready to bear the weight with you. 

But for now, the words eluded you, trapped behind the dam of your own apprehensions. 

“Then how about...,” Astarions hand tilted your head towards him. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as his slender fingers brushed along your cheekbone until they reached the tip of your chin. “I provide a distraction...?” 

He had that devilish smile that made your heart flutter, and it played on his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath barely brushing against your ear, and whispered words that sent tingles down your neck, “Let me ease your stress, even if only for a moment.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, and your cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as you tried to maintain composure.  

Suddenly a grimace formed on his face as he pulled back and pinched the bridge of his nose. A surge of panic jabbed through your gut as you scrambled to sit up.  

“What’s wrong?”  

“Sorry,” Astarion said quickly. “Just a little dizzy, that’s all.” 

“When was the last time you ate something?” you asked. 

“If I was to hazard a guess, nearly two-hundred years ago now,” Astarion replied, smirking at the dry look you gave him. “I remember my last meal vividly: sea bass in a garlic and vegetable broth, it was... exquisite.” 

The sharpness of his grin dulled a bit, and his eyes glazed over. You put a hand on his shoulder to bring him back. 

“When was the last time you had any blood?” you specified. 

“Five... days ago, I think.” 

You almost slapped yourself. Of course it had been that long. Because you had decided it would be best for the team to stay at an inn for a few extra nights to allow everyone a proper rest. But that meant no fighting, which meant no bodies for Astarion to feed on.  

There weren’t even any wild animals within the vicinity of the inn, unless you counted the stray cat that wandered about. You had noticed Astarion making a fuss of the little fellow a few times; he had something of a soft spot for felines. 

You instantly drew back the collar of your shirt, exposing your neck. “Here.” 

Astarion smiled softly. “I’m touched, darling, but I’m not going to keel over anytime soon. Besides...” 

He cupped your face and smiled seductively. “We have other needs that must be attended to...” 

“What? No,” you pull back and offer your neck again. “You must be starving.” 

“Well, I... suppose I am a little hungry but...,” Astarion pauses, his eyes darting over you as if he was panicking. “Y-you mean you don’t want to...?” 

“I want to,” you reassure. “But you’re hungry, and your needs come before anything else, you... do know that, don’t you?” 

For once, he was the one who looked flustered instead of you; his nostrils flared, and his fingers dug into the bed sheets. But it was only a brief reaction as his suave collectedness soon took back over. 

“Well then, only if you insist,” Astarion conceded. “But I see no reason why we can’t mix business and pleasure together, hmm?” 

You trembled slightly as elongated fangs glinted like polished ivory as Astarion lowered his head towards your neck. Time seemed to slow, and every heartbeat echoed in the stillness of the night. 

The first brush of his lips sent shivers down your spine, an icy caress that teased of what was to come. Then, in a moment of exquisite agony and ecstasy, his fangs punctured the skin, drawing forth your blood. Your silent gasp was all the permission he needed to keep going. 

As Astarion drank, your blood pumped wildly and flowed freely, a macabre symphony of lust and sustenance. The world spun in a vortex of pleasure and pain, your bodies intermingling in a dance as ancient as time itself. It was a union of predator and prey, of darkness and light. 

His eyes glowed with an unholy hunger, the elixir of your life invigorating them, granting vitality. And as the last drop was savoured, your strength waned, the world dimming like a fading ember. Astarion watched you with a tender concern etched across his face as he wiped the blood that trickled from his lips. 

“I... thank you,” he said. “I suppose you were right; I really did need to feed, more than I thought.” 

“It’s okay,” you smiled sleepily. “Just ask me, next time, alright...? I’ll always... help you out...” 

He smiles down at you and brushes a stray hair behind your ear. “Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” 

With a voice as soft as a whispered secret, he murmured words of comfort, like a sweet melody designed solely for your ears and gently wrapped his arms around you. His touch was like a soothing balm, calming the storm within you. 

You nestled in the crook of his arms as your eyelids, heavy with the weight of drowsiness, began their slow descent. 

Astarion pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, a gesture of reassurance, and held you just a little tighter, as if to shield you from the weariness that threatened to consume you. In his arms, you found the strength to let go, to release the weight of the day and surrender to the tranquillity of his presence. 

“Sleep, my dearest,” Astarion said. “I’ve got you.” 

With a contented sigh, you surrendered to the tender embrace of sleep, your dreams woven with the threads of your shared affection and the promise of a new day together.  

In that sacred space, surrounded by the quietude of the night, you found comfort in each other’s presence, knowing that, as long as you held one another, the world could wait for dawn. 

xxx

Links to my other Astarion works

Everything's Fine

Restless

Request - Astarion kills everyone in his path to get to you

Request - Astarion tries to save you from kidnappers

Request - Astarion helps you to see that you're beautiful

Request - Astarion gets kidnapped

(think I might need to start getting a masterlist together at some point lol)

[vinsmokesangio]

neediness

pairing: taz skylar x gf!reader

summary: Everything is so intense at the beginning of a relationship and you couldn't be happier. After so long of not being able to connect emotionally with someone, finding someone like Taz was one of the best things that could happen.

warnings: 🔞 f!reader | fluffy, but still a smut because they’re young, naughty and in love. if you’re a minor, please DNI. small plot - maybe I’ll make it into a series (?) idk, let 's see.| penetrative sex, unprotected sex (reader use other contraceptive methods). mentions of blood period. cockwarming. No proofread.

P.s: This is just fanfiction. No disrespect to Taz.

word count: 787

Another typical movie night - which you both hold religiously every Friday - at your apartment or his. This time it was Taz's turn to choose, but let's face it, it was very difficult to concentrate on anything when you have a handsome boyfriend with a smile that always takes your breath away.

As you watch the movie on the couch, Taz caresses your hands naively, using physical touch as his love language. But it's the beginning of your fertile period, so any touch from him is already a warning and becomes a tease. His hands run down your thighs and you take a deep breath. It's really cute how sometimes he doesn't realize the effect he has on you, his naivety in those moments is funny. But he notices you shivering, and you clench your tighs together.

"Someone's needy today, huh?" He teases with a lil smile on his face and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Is it that obvious?" you chuckled, turning your body to face him. "It's not my fault if you're hot as fuck. I can't get enough of you, bae..." you whisper, caressing his tighs and he groans at your touch. His damn smile. God you're so lucky.

In a fast movement, he grabs your hips making you sit on his lap and you start moving it causing some friction between his bulge already evident. You're kissing passionately yet full of lust, between moans and some pauses to catch a breath. His hands go up and down your body, and you can´t take it anymore. You drop his gray sweatpants and your mouth waters at the sight of his member. He is looking at you with lust, mouth half open, waiting for you to touch him where he needs it most.

Thank godness you chose to wear just a t-shirt today, so you just put your panties aside and tease the tip of his cock at your entrance. You both moan at the feeling.

"y/n, stop teasing..." Taz said smiling, completely breathless.

"Needy and impatient today, baby?" you tease, and before he can answer, you end his agony by putting his member fully inside you. You both let out a loud moan, and you take a moment to adjust his size. Visual contacts are made all the time, increasing the desire between you even more. You start riding him while he grabs your hips to help you move, both now is a moaning mess.

It's passionate, intense, and naughty at the same time. You can't take your eyes off each other, and in that moment, Taz is sure that you are a goddess and the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. The way your hair sticks to your face due to sweat, your eyes closed and mouth half open showing the pleasure taking over you, it's as if the scene was in slow motion and he was drunk on love and desire. He can feel you clenching around him and he knows you're close.

"Just like that, let it go for me, love" he praises you and you bite your lower lip.

Just a few more thrusts so you both reach the orgasm together. You put your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath and he begins to draw invisible patterns on your back lovingly, also recovering himself. You stay inside him for a few more minutes, just enjoying the moment.

"Baby, I need to get up." he chuckles. "But it's so warm in here..." You face him with your best doe eyes. "You're perfect, y/n/n, did you know that?" He can't help but laugh and kiss you again and hug you.

"What if I do it all again, huh?" unexpectedly, you start to move inside him slowly again, and he looks at you surprised, but clearly enchanted by your neediness. Your eyes are full of lust and desire, and Taz swears he's going to heaven in that moment. How could you be so perfect?

"I won't stop you, love."

[asherisawkward]

I've heard some say that Belos is a boring villain because he only relies on religion, his god complex, angst, and trauma to keep the audience invested and lacks development. Do you believe that to be true?

There are factors of this that I both agree with and disagree with.

Prepare for another essay, because you triggered:

I am so sorry for rambling like this.

Philip is a fairly static character throughout the series, as most of his development occurred off screen in the past. So, I can understand why some people think he’s boring, but I find it really interesting in the way his behaviors and even lies reveal information about him.

Let’s start with the religion. Philip is an extremely devout person. He spent almost four hundred in what he believed to be Hell to save humanity from evil. But the way he uses the Titan as a manner to control people is indicative of what his life was like back on Gravesfield.

Puritan beliefs could be more described as the following: humans are born sinful and impure, you must devote your life to a strict set of standards and rules to try to make God happy, everyone is born predetermined to go to Heaven or Hell but will not know until after death, and death is the ultimate punishment for Adam’ and Eve’s sin. They also took great care in analyzing everything around them for signs of God’s pleasure or displeasure.

How much are those beliefs echoed in the cult he created on the Isles?

Philip absolutely has a God Complex, made clear by his repeated creation and termination of the Grimwalkers in an attempt to create the “perfect” Caleb. By doing that, he is claiming that God himself made his brother wrong and that he can do better. If that isn’t ego, I don’t know what is.

However, I’ve noticed a certain amount of behavior that could come across as self loathing or even an inferiority complex. Often, these behaviors are seen together with god/superiority complexes masking the insecurities that lie beneath.

The first evidence of this occurs when we see his face for the first time. Not the scar, but his ears. Many noted (correctly) that they were too small to be witch ears and looked more like cropped human ears. As we later find out, Philip cut parts of his ears off to blend in more thoroughly with BI society. He likely didn’t even need to do this due to the t of illusion stones (like the Blight twins use) that can modify his appearance. Alternatively, he could have simply covered his ears with his hair. Some braids or a specific hairstyle could have done the trick, but he chose to permanently scar himself.

Later, when we confirm the connection of Belos being Philip, we also find out that he carved glyphs on his arms to utilize magic. Once again, he could have stuck with his staff, as it doesn’t require such measures to utilize (see: Hunter and the other Grimwalkers), but he still chose to do something permanent and harmful to himself.

We can see this come to a head in a particularly dangerous move: consuming Palismen. This was likely never done before due to the taboo on harming a witch’s bond with them. And Philip decided he would crack one open and absorb its magic. It could have killed him! It was part of the reason why he was cursed. Those are serious consequences, and yet he continued for centuries, making his curse worse and worse like an addiction to drugs.

Also, remember what he said at the end of Elsewhere and Elsewhen? “It doesn’t matter. I just need to live long enough to see this through.” Those are not the words of someone who values his life. In fact, that statement has led me to believe that he didn’t intend on living in the Human Realm after the Day of Unity. I think he intended to die there so he wouldn’t be trapped in the place he hated forever.

Now for the fun parts: angst and trauma.

I sometimes feel that he’s made more overtly cruel than he probably would be at times in order to drive home the point that he’s evil, and I can understand that. However, Philip’s behavior towards the Grimwalkers was likely based on a mixture of him being a shit person, displacement theory, and the standards of punishment/child rearing he was used to.

From a storytelling standpoint, he’s incredibly useful as a driving force for multiple characters, and that makes him intriguing.

But here’s another detail I noticed: Philip considered the making of his Grimwalkers one of his worst memories. In Kings Tide, we see the paintings of him meeting his brother with Evelyn, Caleb’s body after the fight, and the first Grimwalker being made. And it’s that last one where Philip finally loses it.

The process of making Grimwalkers was incredibly traumatic for him, and the fact that he engaged in this behavior continuously over more than three hundred years indicates some form of emotional self harm. He forces himself to go through the stress and effort of painstakingly making and raising these beings to be the way he wants them to be. And they fail every single time. He even begins branding them to show that he intends for them to die, no matter what.

So what is the point of that? Why would he do that?

He’s cultivating the emotions he experienced when he lost his brother—the event that drove him to hold the goal of genocide instead of simply getting Caleb home. He has to keep doing this or he’ll lose the ability to stay motivated and continue his goal.

It’s incredibly tragic, and it implies he’s tired, that he wants it to be over.

Then again, considering that most of this is my over-analysis and not actually stated in canon, I may just be falling into the exact trap you suggested.

To conclude, Philip Wittebane is a character whose motivations for his actions and beliefs are largely implied as opposed to outright stated, and it can make him difficult to enjoy as a character. The majority of those who like him tend to either like his surface attributes/aesthetic or the depth that could have been revealed through scrutinization.

[ken-dom]

Forever

Holland March x Jackson Healy

500 words

A short, smutty, tender drabble in which Holland discovers he’s messy in yet another area.

Author’s notes: inspired by @hollandstrophyhusband giving Holland the cute pet name ‘Sir Cumsalot’

Warnings/content: nsfw, frotting, crying, Holland being klutzy and mildly panicking, smoking, a lot of cum

Holland thought Jackson was beautiful like this, or at least he would think so if his every thought hadn’t been clouded with that delicious haze of pleasure Jackson had brought on so unexpectedly easily.

They came at the same time, panting, red faced, foreheads pressed together, lengths squeezed close inside Jackson’s pumping fist.

After a drawn out, guttural cry that vibrated through Jackson’s entire being, Holland glanced down, eager to see the mess they’d made between them as it pooled, thick and hot, on his stomach.

‘You didn’t cum?’ Holland whined, voice high and shaky as though he might cry at the thought.

Jackson needed a moment before he could speak, chest heaving and mind still very much connected to his dick rather than his brain.

‘I came, Holland, Jesus Christ,’ he breathed gruffly, mouth pulling up into a smug grin as he too gazed down at their creamy seed combined on Holland’s perfect body. ‘See, I came a normal amount, you came… I don’t know, ten times that? Is it always like that when you… y’know?’ He gestured a crude motion with his fist.

‘What?!’ Holland exclaimed, head shooting up off the pillow to try and look closer, and head-butting Jackson in the process, who simply closed his eyes and waited for Holland to catch up.

‘You’re telling me it’s not like that for everyone?’

Jackson chuckled. ‘Alright, Sir Cumsalot, time to clean you up,’ he huffed, amused, and climbed off Holland to find a towel.

‘You’re telling me this is abnormal?’ Holland squeaked. ‘Shit. Do you think I need to see someone about it?’

‘And say what? I cum ten times more than my boyfr- than… than other guys?’

‘Well, shit, yeah I guess!’

Jackson took a steadying breath. Either Holland hadn’t noticed or didn’t mind. And any of the two options were fine by him.

‘No I don’t think you need to do that. But I do think I need to make it happen a lot more often because… wow.’

Holland relaxed back on the bed, running a trembling hand through his tousled golden locks, the other reaching for a cigarette.

Jackson returned to Holland's side and gently wiped up the evidence of their passion from Holland’s belly. His eyes were fixed on the downward direction of that gorgeous happy trail, only distracted by his deliciously sharp hip bones and how he’d like to feel them digging into his flesh.

Holland sighed and Jackson snapped his head back up.

‘Hey, does it feel good?’ he asked bluntly.

‘Yeah,’ Holland breathed, puffing out a long stream of smoke. ‘Lasts for almost too long, like it’s never gonna end, but it’s bliss so I kinda don’t want it to. And then after I feel so… so…’

‘Sated?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Wanna do it again?’

‘Yep!’

‘Insatiable. I knew you’d be fucking insatiable the moment I laid eyes on you,’ Jackson mumbled, shaking his head, his voice laced with a lust he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Holland hastily stubbed out the remainder of his cigarette on the bedside table and pulled Jackson back down on top of him for a bruising kiss, the damp towel dropping to the floor.

Healy’s cheek turned suspiciously wet but he didn’t break the kiss to see if Holland was really crying.

‘And again, and again, and again,’ Holland muttered against his partner’s curling lips, ‘forever.’

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Post Date: 9th October 2022 Content: Smut Word Count: 669 TW?: Marking/ Hickeys/ Scratches/ Blood Mention/ Brief mention of alcohol/ Possessive Chan ~

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The door lock clicking behind you sends shivers down your spine, knowing exactly what was coming after visiting some friends for a few drinks. It was so evident that Chan was getting annoyed by the men around eyeing you up, unclothing you with their eyes, he couldn’t help but get jealous and possessive. 

Chan growls to himself, “I should’ve taken their heads off,” obviously really irritated by that fact.

At this moment, you really had nothing to say to him. What could you even say to your boyfriend? It was bad enough that he was in a mood because of it and you really didn’t want to take your chances of making it worse for yourself.

“I’m yours, babe. You know that,” you say reassuringly, resting your hands on his shoulders as his eyes dart up from the ground to yours. 

“We both know that, sweetheart. But they don’t seem to understand that, I have to find a way of proving that to them. You’re out of boundaries, for anyone and everyone other than me,” his voice was low and deep, eyes watching your facial expressions until they fall onto your lips. 

All of a sudden, a corner of his lips curls upwards. His attention moves from your lips to your exposed neck, collarbone and shoulders, mind racing with possibilities of how could he leave his mark on you. 

With the touch of his hands grabbing your waist, your breath hitches, unknowing as to what’s about to happen. The warmth of his torso against yours made your heart skip a beat and heat pools at your core.

Everything was a blur from the moment Chan grabbed you tightly against his body to the minute his lips crashed against yours, giving you no chance to breathe when a tongue slips into your mouth. 

It all escalates so quickly, fighting to get clothes off of each other as you’re fighting for dominance but there was no chance you were going to be able to get your way with Chan this time around. 

Pressed up against the wall with nowhere to go, Chan pins your hands up against your head whilst his lips touch every inch of your jawline. The sounds of your breathless whimpers make his control almost non-existent as the next target was your neck. 

Planting kisses back up one side of your jaw, he licks and nibbles your earlobe, hands dropping down. One on the back on your hip, the other holding your face to the side, fully exposing him to the full access of the skin that called to be bruised. 

It felt like a fire was igniting inside of you the minute you felt his lips connect with your neck, the tingling feeling of the nerves individually being touched made you moan a little. Though those little moans turned into loud cries of pleasure once his teeth graze against the skin, the suction of section making you unable to think of anything else. 

The trail of purple and blue bruises leads from your neck down to your collar bones as your nails dig into the skin onto his back, dragging them up causing the skin to tear a little and blood drips out a little. 

That was your way of marking him as he claims his mark on you, making it evident that you were now belonging to someone, crying into his shoulder each time his lips reconnected to your skin to bruise such beautiful skin. 

Chan hisses at the feeling of his back being scratched as your nails dug deep, but not in a harsh way, but in pleasure. Biting your shoulder lightly, he growls into it, letting you do your thing as it was only fair as he was covering your clean skin with territorial marks of his own.

“Now they’re going to get the idea,” he grunts through the last few seconds of your nails dragging on his skin, happy with his work as he admires it, licking over the bruises to nurse them. 

[v-era-18]

HoneyBee

Chapter Five: Respect

‘Respect is important-but the higher power knows nothing about that’-Mikaela Banes 

5

Mad wouldn’t be the proper words to describe the sheer emotions she was feeling at the moment. This was the second time she was placed in handcuffs thanks to the boy who sat on the other side of Mikaela in the backseat. Her arms ached in the position she sat in, knees placed together in cramped fashion due to the driver's seat being rolled back a bit. Livid-yes that was the word (Y/n) wanted to use. 

“Comfortable?” Simmons joked, he was met with an icy glare before the eyes traveled back to the window beside them, “I see you’re the smart one out of the three of them. You haven't said a word since we took you guys away.” 

“I'll speak when we have a lawyer,” She bit out, her voice dripping in venom from the night filled events, “None of us are going to be talking to you.” 

“Ah,” He grabbed his phone, pulling up a file with her face attached, “(Y/n) (L/n), only child-daughter of (D/n) and (M/n). Both parents tragically murdered in hit and run with the child being the only survivor, custody given to (GD/n) and (GM/n). (GD/n) died from cancer-” 

Simmons was cut off from being struck in the head with the teens right foot, the heel of her worn out sneaker connecting with his jaw. Mikeala had moved against Sam to give the girl a passage of revenge to her utmost pleasure. The agent was shocked, locking in on heated brown eyes nailing him to the seat. 

“Keep my family's name-out your fucking mouth!” 

He laughed nervously, “I simply read your file-” 

“Read it again, and I'll park my foot in your ass!”

“Okay-okay,” Simmons coughed and rubbed his aching jaw from the assault inflicted, “Did your alien friends teach you how to fight?” 

“What?” Sam uttered. 

“You heard me,” 

“We have no idea what you're talking about,” Mikaela lied smoothly. 

“Oh-oh, okay,” The man chuckled to himself, “Ladiesman217. That is your eBay username, right?” 

“Yeah, but, you know-it was a typo and I ran with it.” Sam's excuse was total bullshit. He needed to just tell the truth for now on. 

“What do you make of this?” The car went silent as Simmons played the tape, ultimately damning them with evidence. 

“My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? I am here with my best friend (Y/n) (L/n) and my car-“

“Is that you?” He cocked a brow. 

“Yeah that sounds like LadiesMan.” Mikaela stated simply. Sam rolled his eyes to hide his embarrassment. 

“Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. And that girl over there,” The man pointed to (Y/n), “Said she had evidence that they’ve been here for years.”

He looked between the three of them, “Enlighten me.” 

“Well, here’s what I said, okay?” Sam laughed nervously, “‘Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen-“ 

“Really?” 

“From me, from my home, but it’s fine now because it’s back! It came back!” 

Mikaela noticed his error and decided to help, “Well, not by itself-“ 

“Well-no”

“Because cars don’t do that, because that would be crazy.” She started to laugh. 

All of them joined in except (Y/n), the said girl looked at them completely done with the situation. 

“That’s funny, that’s funny” Simmons went back serious, “So again, what do you kids know about aliens, huh?” 

“Oh you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E.T? No.” Sam denied. 

“It’s an urban legend.” Mikaela backed up. 

“Yeah.” 

“You see this,” he held up his badge, “this is an ‘I can do whatever I want and get away with it badge’” 

Oh we know, you guys use it enough already. 

“Right,” Sam's face went stoic, ultimately fed up putting up a front. 

“I’m gonna lock you up forever.” 

(Y/n) closed in on herself in the seat, Sam was ready to choke the man, he knew that he was directly targeting her with that statement. He felt ashamed with how he 

“Oh, god. You know what?  Don’t listen to him.” Mikaela snapped, “He’s just pissy cause he’s got to get back to guarding the mall.” 

“You, in the training bra, do not test me.” The man quipped, “especially with your daddy’s parole coming up.” 

“What?” Sam uttered, “Parole?” 

“Sam,” (Y/n) tried, her voice was dry. 

“It’s nothing,” Banes lied. 

“Oh, grand theft auto, that ain’t nothin?” 

The girl sighed looking towards the two best friends, “You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well-they-they weren’t always his.” 

“You stole cars?” 

“I know they had good reason,” (Y/n) defended the girl. 

“Well, we couldn’t always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to take me along.” 

“She’s got her own Juvie record to prove it!” The man exclaimed, “she’s a criminal! Criminals are hot.” 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes in frustration, “ do you ever shut up?” 

He ignored her, “That’d be a real shame if he had to rot in jail for the rest of his natural life. It’s is time to talk!” 

Suddenly the car was hit, causing them to spin to a skidding stop. The three teens screamed in response, (Y/n) was more than prepared to see a decepticon emerge on the other side. Everyone in the car ducked upon large metal hands emerging through the windows and tearing off the car roof. 

Upon looking up (Y/n) broke out into a grateful smile, it was no other than the leader of the Autobots himself who stopped the vehicle. Although he maybe could’ve done it a lot safer. 

“You A-holes are in trouble now.” Sam smirked, “Gentleman, I want to introduce you to our friend, Optimus Prime.” His best friend smiled at his growing confidence, something about the two of them knowing the importance of their decisions was starting to have an effect. Sam was growing-slowly-but the signs were there. The prime slowly stood up in front of the car, inspecting the three teens in the backseat, his eyes staying on (Y/n) longer due to her dazed look. 

“Taking the children was a bad move,” Optimus stated, “Autobots, relieve them of their weapons.” 

The rest of the Autobots emerged, shocking the rest of the government men. (Y/n) felt her worries wash away for a minute, she looked over seeing Ironhide nod to her, pleased to see that she was safe. She smiled in response, glad to see she wasn't on the big man's bad side as she originally thought. 

“Freeze,” Ironhide pointed his cannons, as a reflex the teens ducked their heads-although they weren't the ones in danger they knew the familiarity of the heat. 

“Whoa! Whoa!” 

“Gimme those!” Jazz took the weapons away. (Y/n)’s inner child screamed at the sight with questions on her tongue, ‘that had to have been a giant magnet or is it his hand naturally capable of doing that-’ 

Optimus kneeled down to the vehicle his faceplate could be read as furious. 

“Hi there.” Simmons uttered with an awkward smile.

All nice now that you realize you fucked up. 

“You don’t seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?” The Prime questioned. 

The man shrugged nervously, “Look there are S-Seven protocols, okay? I’m not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can’t communicate with you.” 

That wasn’t a good answer. 

“Get out of the car.” The order sent chills down the human’s spines. 

“All right. Me? You want me to get-“ 

“Now!” 

The voice made the girl immediately try to get out of the car , it was that effective. She read that Primes could be terrifying, but she thought Optimus was an exception to that. She was extremely wrong. 

Mikaela started to work on (Y/n)s handcuffs first, “Thank you” the girl whispered in thanks. Mikaela could feel the weight of gratitude the girl had expressed alone in her words as well as the hug afterwards. 

She worked on Sam's next, “You’re good with handcuffs, too, now, huh?” This caused the girl to cringe at the boy's words, they weren't rough, just smart. The embarrassment set in of what her new friends knew about her and her past. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear all that.” 

“Yeah,” was all the boy could give as a response at the moment. He really couldn't think about Mikealas feelings at the moment 

Sam grabbed (Y/n)’s face, turning it side to side to make sure there were no injuries. After the way those men were handling her he was on edge, after all these years Sam hasn't lost his overprotective touch. “Thank god you’re okay.” He whispered, pulling her into a hug. 

She hugged him back. 

Mikaela came forward looking at the two friends in confidence, “I have a record because I wouldn’t turn my dad in. When do you have to sacrifice anything in your perfect little life?” 

(Y/n) shook her head, “Mikaela, your past doesn't make us view you any different. Those guys are assholes that don't have any respect.” 

“Yeah,” Mikaela laughed bitterly, “Respect is important-but the higher power knows nothing about that.”

“What is Sector Seven?” Sam stalked up to Simmons, “Answer me.” The boy was done from the past hour, the fact of the matter is-he was holding his anger back. All he could think about was his friend going limp and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt weak-useless! His friend couldn't breathe and he couldn't do anything about it. 

“I’m the one who asks questions around here. Not you, young man!” Simmons scoffed. This only caused Sam to step forward, his face growing red, the only thing that stopped him was the brunette placing a firm hand on his chest. 

Mikeala stepped in, her anger radiating, “ How’d you know about the aliens?” 

“Where did you take my parents?” Sam demanded answers again. 

“I am not at liberty to discuss it.” The agent avoided answering once more. During this time (Y/n) felt a bit faint, shaking her head to get rid of the fog she looked around till she saw the faint outlines of black and yellow. With wobbly legs she made over to get guardian, causing him to look down and cock his head at her state-his optics narrowing slightly. Something was wrong. 

“No?” Sam dove into the man’s pockets. 

“Hey! You touch me, that's a federal offense,” the agent snarked. 

Sam held the badge up to Simmons face, boldness radiating off of him, “‘Do whatever you want and get away with it’, right?”

Simmons scoffed, “Yeah. Brave now all of a sudden, with his big alien friend standing over there.” 

Sam ignored him, “Where is Sector Seven?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

Bumblebee kneeled down, trying to get a better look at his charge as she wobbled back and forth with her balance. Offering a servo the girl took it, using it to lay against in order not to fall. Mikaela noticed the interaction and immediately walked away from Sam gaining his attention. 

“(Y/n)?!” Mikaela took the girl's face in her hands before continuing to check her pulse, “Are you okay? Do you need to sit down-?”

“Shit!” Sam raced over towards her, “She usually takes her anxiety meds after an attack, she needs proper medical attention-“

“We already gave it if you were paying attention.” One of the agents spoke up. The way the teen boy turned so fast was dizzying. Anger practically radiated off of him. 

Mikaela turned towards Ratchet, her expression desperate, “Have you checked about human anatomy? O-or possible medical conditions?!” The medic stepped forward and started scanning (Y/n)‘s body, judging from his sudden stiff stance it wasn’t good. 

“She’s highly malnourished and experiencing high fatigue. The effects from this ‘anxiety attack’ has left the body weak and slow to respond,” The autobots turned to Ratchet in shock, it hasn't even been three hours yet and their Storyteller was already experiencing harsh effects of war. 

Bumblebee froze before heatedly turning to the government men in front of them, ‘Are you *bleep* serious?!’. The radio within the bot was switching between channels fast for him to find a proper response for this situation, however he couldn't find any. His anger was spilling over by the minute. 

Sam turned to Bumblebee, his face red, “No you heard it right!” The teen boy pointed to the two FBI agents that grabbed her earlier along with Simmons berating, “Those fucking idiots were the ones who caused it! The ones who are supposedly supposed to protect our people-our nation?!” 

Simmons seemed to grow nervous, looking at (Y/n)’s state as she was practically being held up by Mikaela, “I-It was a mistake on my part-I skipped her medical file-,” 

“Oh! So you run background checks on her family but don't bother to check her medical file on severe anxiety? And you call yourself an Agent-?” Sam cut off looking right behind Simmons, a quirk of a smile appearing as they all heard an abrupt pop. 

A disgusted breath left the older male as he felt himself drenched with what appeared to be gasoline, “Hey-Hey! Get that thing to stop, huh?”

Optimus frowned at his scouts actions, “Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man.” He understood why he was upset-they all did. However there were more approaches to the situation at hand they could do. The scout simply shrugged, turning back to his charge faintly smiling at him the best she could. 

Ratchet was kneeling before her giving instructions on what to do for her condition until they could get her to be properly treated. (Y/n) proceeded to do the breathing methods along with telling herself a story to distract herself from what was going on around her. Bumblebee stood on the side for support, watching her chest rise and fall at a good pace as well as making sure her balance was okay. It wasn't long before all the government men were seated that her breathing and body gained some strength back. 

“All right, tough guy,” Mikaela waltzed over to Simmons, “Take it off.” 

“What are you talking about?”��

“Your clothes, all of it, off.” The brunette demanded once more. 

Simmons was beyond pissed, “For what?!” 

She took a deep breath before responding, gathering all the patience she needed from tonight, “For threatening my dad,” She then proceeded to point to (Y/n)-the girl walking back over to the scene, “And for disrespecting (Y/n).” 

The man took a long look between the three teens, his eyes unforgiving. It wasn't long before he started to do as he was told, “Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life.” Mikaela simply nodded, already ready for the consequences that would unfold from this. “You're a criminal. Let's face facts. It's in her gene pool-”

“You got a lot of mouth from someone with hideous underwear like that,” (Y/n)s face scrunched up in distaste. 

“Now get behind the pole.” Mikaela ordered next. 

“This is such a felony what you're doing,” The other man said, his stance prideful. 

‘This bitch.’

(Y/n) looked him dead in the eye, the brown iris screaming in anger, “You guys commit felonies everyday but get off scot free because of your privilege. Don't talk to us about felonies. You lost that right forty minutes ago.”  

Simmons turned to her and Sam, “I will hunt you down, okay? He'll hunt you down.” Sam simply replied with a nod. His threats aren't working, “Without any remorse! No remorse.” 

 (Y/n) froze as she heard it, the distant sounds of helicopters flying overhead and cars revving in the distance, “Uhh-guy’s! It's time to go!” 

Ironhide heard it as well, “Optimus! Incoming!”, he slammed his servo on the ground causing a rippled effect of electricity to slow them down. 

The autobots started to transform, leaving the three teens to look at the vehicles in pursuit anxiously. (Y/n) held the necklace on her chest, her heart hammering as her body still felt weak. If she needed to make a run for it she wouldn't get that far, she knew that for a fact-but if they-.

“Roll out,” Optimus orders the autobots, the screeching of tires filling their ears as they make their escape leaving them with the Prime. The leader lowered his hand, making (Y/n)s nerves go on edge, “Up you get.” In her mind it wouldn't make more sense for him to transform and the three of them claymore in, it would save the big rig a lot of time and be more discreet around the humans. 

Not gonna argue right now. 

Each of them climbed onto the Primes hand, before he lifted them up to his shoulders making haste on foot. OPtimus begins to run around the bridge, the helicopter's lights landing on them as the three teens try to hang on tight to whatere piece of metal on his shoulders that they could find.  It wasn't long before he headed through the street, cars honking and skidding to a stop in order to not be crushed underneath. 

“Oh my god,” (Y/n) gasped, she tried closing her eyes but she could hear it all. From the cruising of gravel to the endless screeching of tires and helicopter blades. 

Optimus finally was able to lose them, hiding underneath the bridge high enough from the helicopters and cars so they wouldn't detect them. There was on problem. Gravity. 

“Easy you three,” The prime tried to comfort, he could hear their panicked breaths in his audio receptors, concentrating especially  on (Y/n) considering her current condition. Optimus shifted slightly trying to get a better grip, accidently knocking the three-of-them hanging off a piece of his shoulder like a loose thread. 

“Oh my god! Sam no!” (Y/n) was hanging onto Mikealas hips, tears streaming down her face as a helicopter passed too close underneath her. 

“No! NO! No, Sam!” Mikeala tried to grab the boy's other arm making sure the girl holding her wouldn't fall, “Sam don’t drop us!” 

“Oh God!” 

“Sam, don’t! Sam, dont!” She tried to get a better grip, her fear pumping into her stomach as she thought about the girl at her hip, “ I’m slipping! I’m slipping!” 

“Mikeala don't you dare! Please don't let go!”

It was too late Sam lost his grip, causing the rest of them to scream the ground coming fast, “Hold on!” Optimus tried to catch them with his feet but was unsuccessful with them, being unable to grip in time. 

With some hope for a miracle (Y/n) screamed “Bumblebee!” 

A flash a black and yellow reached her peripherals before she felt herself being jostled a little. Her and Sam both held on to one another as they felt Bumblebee hit the ground coming to a skidding stop. 

It wasn't long before they heard the copters  again and the revving of engines, (Y/n) looked up at Bumblebee, her thoughts racing wild as she feared for his safety. “Bee you have to go now!”

“Stop! Stop!” Sam’s pleas were going unheard as they continued to fly overhead. The first cannon was shot and locked on, pulling the scout in another direction, “Wait! NO!” 

“Take the shot! Get him! Take the shot!” 

“Stop! No! Don't hurt him!,” (Y/n) raced forward but was pulled back by Mikaela, her grip strong, “Let me go! Bumblebee!” The second one was released-his other arm, the the third-one of his legs. She could hear it-the painful whirrs he was letting out from the assault-the worst part is this. He wasn't fighting back. He wasn't a threat to them. 

The final shot flipped him completely off his feet leaving the girl in shock, her resolve crumbling, “Bee, you have to fight back! You hear me! Fight back!” (Y/n)s screams were useless underneath how loud the blades were, each second that went by hearing her protector in pain caused her great turmoil.  

The cars arrived, blocking the exits from the scene before them. Sam pulled the two girls behind him, making sure to have a firm grip on his best friend so she wouldn't run to the scout, “No! Stop!” 

Guns. It was the guns that made everything humbling, so frightening. That's all she could see around her from each man in black-badges on full display. “Get down on the ground! Get down! Get down!” The three teens' hands went up, slowly getting down on their knees in defeat. It wasn't enough for them as they were shoved down to the pavement, groans of discomfort leaving their lips, (Y/n) didnt care-she was too focused on the black and yellow mech groaning in pain- not making any effort to escape. 

“Look! Please! He's not fighting back!” The afro haired cried, “You're hurting him!” 

Her screams were ignored once more, only to be covered up with another chilling command, “Freeze it! Freeze it! Freeze it!” 

They were pulled up, giving them a full view of the white smoke being blasted at him, Sam's screams filling the air, “Stop hurting him!”. Bumblebee fell to the ground, pained groans and whirrs filling the air as the girl's heart ripped in two. For a brief moment she didn't see the mech on the ground she could see another scene, a small framed femme trying to crawl away, two bodies laying waste in her arms as the men surrounded her. The surroundings were different. Instead of a bridge it was street lights and open roads-stores. 

They had done this before. They had done this the night of her parents' deaths. And it definitely won't happen again tonight!

(Y/n) kicked the officer from behind, quickly making her way over to the black and yellow mech before them. It was blind rage, she could feel it, from the way she grabbed the house aiming it to the other men, one going down after she proceeded to kick him repeatedly. An officer tried to grab her, only for her to grab his baton and whack him with it, a resounding crack following. The best thing is she wasn't alone fighting for this mech's life-Sam and joined in hosing down another group of men as well, before being taken down by two other men. 

She got through, getting in the scouts face-his optics focused on her, “Bee get up! You got to get-” Her sentence was cut short as he was grabbed from behind her mouth covered, before being pushed to the ground to be handcuffed. She fought back her fight not leaving her much to the officers dismay. 

It was a domino effect, once she was pushed to the ground, they heard it. The angry whirrs from the scout was unmatched as he started to pull the helicopters down with him. (Y/n) looked over eyes catching optics as it seemed like he was trying to get to her, one copter was successfully pulled down it crashing on pace. It didn't explode, which was a good thing but it only got worse for the bot as another  copter hooked him again pulling back down with more force this time. 

No…

The girl let out a sob in defeat, her efforts were in vain for her protector couldn't be saved with her own hands. Sam was stopped in front of Simmons-the agent had a satisfied smile on his face, “Happy to see me again?” 

“I'd rather jump from that bridge,” (Y/n) scowled. 

Simmions simply cocked his head at her, “Put them in the car with their little criminal friend.” The two were ushered into the car, (Y/n) in the middle with Sam and Mikaela on either side of her. The afro hairs slammed her head back in frustration at the agent's next words, “I want that thing frozen and ready for transport.” 

(Y/n) sobbed, “They're gonna do Bee just like they did Estel,” She turned to Sam, her expressions telling it all, “They're gonna freeze him and experiment on him.” 

The witwicky shook his head, “We're not letting that happen, I promise,” He looked her in the eyes-they didn't waver this time causing her heart to swell, “And this time-i'm not breaking it.” 

The cars pulled away the helicopters following in tow giving the green light for the autobots to emerge from hiding. Jazz was the first one to transform, scoping the area, “Hang back let me check it out,” He climbed down to underneath the bridge where Optimus was hiding. “Optimus, are we just gonna stand here and do nothing?” 

“There's no way to free Bumblebee without harming the humans,” Was the Primes reply. 

“But it's not right. He-” 

“Let them leave.” The leader finalized, his tone filled with sorrow. He looked down before picking up the glasses they sacrificed so much to obtain, only to realize the book was still with the girl. 

Their storyteller in the hands of the humans with the book was risking, but they trust her with their lives. With the way she fought hard to protect Bumblebee in her weak state-they'd be fools not to. 

~ ✯ ~

(Y/n) sat across the other man and women on the helicopter nervously. She had never flown from so high before and she didn't think today was going to be the day she got to experience it. The night had quickly turned into day signifying she needed a long day of sleep in the comfort of her room snuggled up into one of her bears. Mikaela and Sam sat on either side of her once more, not giving her the glory of seeing the view down below, she guessed she shouldn't be complaining so much. She didn't know if she had a fear of heights, and today she didn't want to find out. 

“So,” Sam started the conversation. 

The blonde woman nodded in understanding, “What do they get you for?” 

“Uh,” He turned to (Y/n) an awkward smile on his face, “I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot, and uh she-” 

“My family has been associated with them for god knows how long,” His best friend finished for him. 

‘Wow’ the man mouthed. 

“Who knew?” He smiled, (Y/n) as well finally finding a tad bit of humor in their situation. 

It wasn't long before they reached their location, the dam came into view with tourists becoming more apparent. With getting out of the vehicle the group of teens got a good view of their location, it was beautiful, if that's what anyone wanted to hear. 

“This is not my idea of a vacation?” (Y/n) muttered, “I would rather to go to disney world than here,”  

Sam laughed, “Shes finally back,” 

“Meh,” The girl shrugged, “Just trying to make the best out of a shitty situation.” 

The three of them followed the men, soon being met with the sight of Simmons, erasing the easy expression on the girl's face. She could still hear her protector's groans of pain in her head, ikt was even worse with the image of him reaching out to her, pulling down a helicopter in the process. 

“Hey kids,” He looked between the two best friends, “I think we got off to a bad start huh?” 

“A bad start would be an understatement,” The afro haired huffed. 

He shrugged, playing nice, “You guys must be hungry,” he placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder, the boy growing annoyed, “You want a latte? HoHo? Double venti macchiato-?” 

“Where's my car?” Sam questioned, “No better yet wheres my friend-” 

Another man stepped forward, “Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully. People can die here.” He turned to (Y/n), “We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now.” 

“No-” 

“Okay,” 

“Sam!” (Y/n) hissed, “What are you-?” 

“But, first I'll take my car, my parents. Maybe you should write that down,” The boy replied, “Oh, and her juvie record. That's got to be gone. Like, forever.” 

He turned to his best friend, “Anything you want to add (Y/n)? Since you know you're the one with all the history that these guys need to know,” the boy turned back to the other man with a smile on his face, “This girl beside me was raised on this stuff, She’s a (L/n)-learn to remember.” 

The man froze for a minute, turning back to the girl, “(L/n)? Daughter of (D/n) (L/n)?” (Y/n) nodded, biting her lower lip from the man's intense stare. The man pointed to her looking at Simmons, “Get that girl whatever she wants immediately, her uncle is practically a veteran here and her family are legends.” 

“And you son, come with me. We'll talk about your car,” 

[god-has-entered-my-body]

bondage ?

what's mpind without a little bondage x

Matty loves being tied up because it takes away every inkling of power from him. He's turning himself over to you completely, trusting you to do whatever you can dream up.

His favourite method is rope or scarves, and staring at the marks they leave behind is almost better than the act of being tied up, the red standing out so beautifully against his pale skin. Watching you tie him up and tighten the knots gets him so worked up he can barely think, his hips bucking before you even get the chance to touch him.

So when George reveals his penchant for the art of Shibari, you can see clearly the way Matty's eyes light up.

George knows everything there is to know. Basic knots are like a second nature to him, and he only keeps learning more, the stack of books in his room evidence of that. Matty is quick to want to jump straight into it, telling him to string me up, darling.

He explains that there are measures to keep him safe if he's going to tie him up properly. Keeping medical shears nearby and always checking in, leaving a finger of space between him and the rope, and implicating a color system. Matty listens, and while he's a bit bored of it and just wants to get the the shagging aspect of the whole thing, he can tell how passionate George is about the subject.

He shows you his collection of rope, pink, red, black, and white jumping up at you against the wood of the box. You run your fingers over it, commenting that it feels oddly soft to the touch. George scoffs quietly, muttering something to him as Matty holds it up to his skin, letting the rope rub against it to get a feel for what he's getting himself into.

Watching George work on Matty ignites a fire inside of you, your eyes admiring the pretty pink rope criss-crossing over Matty's bare chest, tightening. Matty lets out these soft moans that sound like a heavy breaths if your weren't paying attention as George flips him over, yanking his arms back to tie them behind his back. Matty yelps at the sudden, violent action, surprised and so incredibly turned on as his eyes meet yours, glazed over and hazy as the rope limits his movement dramatically.

Matty writhing against the mattress as you trace the intricate designs on his skin is an image that will be burned into your brain until the day you die. George breathes heavily as you grab him by the hair, pulling him in for a mind numbing kiss, a groan ripping itself from his throat. Matty watches, blissed out and tied up, unable to do anything but experience every sensation tenfold, sweat making his curls stick to his forehead.

George is a rigger, sure, but that doesn't exclude him from wanting to be restrained as well. He likes scarves, the feeling on them on his wrists as Matty drags him by the makeshift cuffs, pinning him to the bed. You grab his hands from him, holding him down while Matty straddles his waist, grinding down with a filthy smirk plastered onto his face, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

The feeling of Matty's arse against his rock-hard cock drives George crazy, his thoughts interrupted by you leaning down to plant a messy kiss on his lips, your chin bumping his nose. The powerlessness George feels while you hold his wrists down above his head makes him dizzy, the sight of his cock down Matty's throat only adding to the pleasure he's already feeling, a wanton moan spilling from his lips.

You like leather cuffs. Getting cuffed to the headboard with George manhandling you and Matty cooing soft praise into your ear is something plucked straight from your dreams, their touch making your head spin.

The sight of both of them between your legs, spreading them apart is delicious. George lets his fingers trace light circles on your clit as Matty nips the insides of your thighs, licking over the soft skin. Both peering up at you, they grin wildly before connecting their lips, the kiss all tongue and teeth and spit as Matty whines into it, feeling George snake a hand into his hair.

It goes on like this. They take turns eating you out, coming up for air only to make out messily, panting and moaning into each other desperately.