#I could definitely have made the long bubbles at the bottom of the body a bit shorter

[cookies-and-creamless]

Balloon Art Day 11

Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7 - Day 8 - Day 9 - Day 10

41. Crab - Ortencia

I really wanted to make something yesterday, but it wasn't coming along well, so I scrapped it. Instead, I got this crab done today! The tutorial that this piece is based on had a total of eight legs, but I wanted mine to be more true to life, with ten legs. Little did I know that this would disproportionately increase the length of time I would work on it! Apparently the choice to give it eight legs wasn't one made lightly, and the introduction of another set of legs with no other modifications makes it significantly harder to get everything lined up and in place. I also chose to skip a step in the process of putting the legs in, which would be to tie each of the middle three legs to the one on the opposite side. This would hold them more firmly in place and apply a pressure to the main body that would make it slightly more compact. I mostly held off because I was having trouble getting my fingers to do what I needed them to, but I think that it would have caused more problems than it would solve for my ten-legged design. I think it's a great touch for the original, though. Since it worked out in the end, I'm quite pleased with my variation! If it hadn't worked, I probably would have just taken out a pair of legs and held my desire for realism in check. Hopefully my next piece won't have this much delay behind it, but if I make something I like this much, I won't mind all that much how long it takes.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Can we get a little 12 or 14 blurb from the clumsy prompt ☺️

number 14 for you lovely! “Hearing a crash or bang in the house and their partner isn’t in sight, cue immediate panic mode. meanwhile their partner just calls out casually that they’re okay or that something fell.”

There was a thump, a startling loud one, from upstairs.

Steve froze, eyes flickering upwards and his body tensing. Silence followed and the boy immediately dropped the spoon he’d been using to stir the macaroni, his shoulder colliding with the door frame in his haste to run to the stairs. His socked feet slipped on the floorboards, his brows knitted together in concern and as he reached the bottom of the steps, he called out, voice strained.

“Babe?”

He heard a small groan and some shuffling, his hand on the railing as he prepared himself to bolt up but your voice followed, suspiciously light and airy.

“It’s fine!” You called down to him. “Something just fell.”

Steve blew a breath from his nose, one eye twitching because he knew this, he knew you, but you were talking at least and that counted for something. His free hand went to his hip and if you’d seen him, you would have definitely called him a mother hen.

“Yeah?” He replied mildly. “Something fell?”

“Uhuh,” you shouted back. Something else clattered to the floor and Steve heard you swear under your breath.

He couldn’t see you from his position at the bottom of the stairs, but he could imagine your twisted pout, your pinched brows.

“Was it you?” Steve yelled.

A pause, a quiet bubble. He heard you sigh, long suffering and exasperated, a sign of you giving in. “Yeah,” you warbled, sounding incredibly mournful about your admission. “Yeah, it was me.”

Steve didn’t know if he should laugh or lecture you, so he just took the stairs two at a time instead. “You okay?” He asked as he made his way to the bedroom. He could see your shadow move under the door frame, so at least you had use of your legs. “You’re not bleeding, right?”

“God, I hope not,” you cracked. “M’wearing my favourite shirt— oh, hey.” Steve opened the door to you on the floor, crawling on your hands and knees you made a weak attempt to sweep up the fallen books.

“That’s my shirt,” Steve commented as he looked down at you.

You huffed, looking a little too warm and unharmed. No blood, no severed limbs. “I didn’t say it wasn’t,” you shot back, “I said it was my favourite.”

Steve snorted and held out his hands, grinning when you slapped your palms to his. He hauled you up, gentle as he examined you. No broken bones, no unfocused eyes.

“What did you do this time?” He murmured, taking your chin between a finger and thumb, tilting your head this way and that, checking for injuries. “Hmm? Apart from give me a damn heart attack.”

You frowned at the accusation, nipping at Steve’s fingers in response. “Couldn’t reach the top shelf,” you confessed. “Turns out I’m not eight foot tall and those shelves aren’t that strong.”

Steve gasped, all dramatic and faux surprise. “No way,” he whispered. “Who knew?”

You pulled a face, tucking your head into the crook of Steve’s neck and sighing. “Not me,” you mumbled against his throat, body going slack when the boy’s hands smoothed over the planes of your shoulders.

“Did know you have a boyfriend with much longer arms than you?” Steve mused. “He even played basketball.”

You grinned, pulling back from his embrace with a gasp as dramatic as Steve’s. “Oh my god, professionally?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed at you, an almost glare except his lips were lifting into a smile despite how hard he fought it. “Yeah, you seem fine,” he mused, nose nudging yours.

“I’ll still take a kiss,” you told him, grinning. “For medical purposes.”

And how could Steve say no to that? He wasn’t cruel.

[eunbitchh]

sit back & watch me ride

*18+ MDNI*

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: thigh riding, slight degradation (inner monologue), teensy tiny hint of perv mike, praise, mike cums untouched lol

title based off a lyric from this song, stream it & stan chungha:

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the familiar sound of the front door opening and shutting and the heavy steps of mikes work shoes filled the halls, catching your attention from the bathroom where you were just finishing moisturizing your skin after having a warm bubble bath to ease the days anxieties away. you peek your head out of the bathroom door and see mikes figure in the distance hanging up his security vest along with putting his wallet and keys in their designated spot not too far from the front door. you quickly finish up moisturizing your skin and slide on your bed shirt (his shirt, specifically) and a sheer pair of lacey panties so you can go greet him after his long nigh shift he had just come home from.

“hey mike, how was work?” you ask him and lay a soft kiss to his cheek. he looked exhausted, he always did, with the dreams? nightmares rather? that plagued him at any attempt to rest. he sighs and rubs a hand down his face

“uneventful.. has abby eaten?”

you nod “yeah, i made us some lasagna so if you’re hungry i could heat some up for you to eat?”

he seemed to like that idea, so that’s what you did, sharing small talk while he ate and just generally enjoying one another’s presence.

mike always appreciated having you around, he never thought he would find someone who loved and cared about both him and his sister the way that you did, but having you around definitely brought a bit of light into their lives again. he loved you, a lot. however he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty that your sex lives weren’t all that active- both due to abby being around and the conflicting scheduling between the 2 of you resulting in you both simply be too tired to even think of sex. it was pretty rare that you’d both have the time to have sex at all, but you would both find ways around that regardless.

tonight was 1 of those nights, you were horny, and who could blame you? mike looked good. messy curls, the scruff that created a delicious prickle of pain whenever he went down on you, and those ever so tired eyes. it’s almost as if he was psychic and could hear your thoughts, or maybe you just hadn’t paid attention to what he was saying.. but he was looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a hint of amusement written on his face.

“there something you want?”

“yeah, you.” you answered. blunt? yes. but you were growing antsy after not having been able to have any form of stimulation from him, or even yourself the past 2 weeks. it was torture, you wanted to do nothing more than jump his bones here and now. thankfully tonight abby was having a sleepover at a friends house after the dinner you shared with her earlier so you wouldn’t have to worry about keeping your voice down.. which you knew would be an issue with how touch starved you were currently.

“yeah? how do you want me darling?” he asked you, eyes never faltering away from you, a subtle challenge glinting within them. mike adored you, truly, and despite being too tired to fuck you properly like you deserve he would still do anything it took to leave you satisfied. you eyes scanned over his face and down his body from where he sat, eyes zeroing in on his thighs.

god how you loved those thighs. they were thick and muscular, completely irresistible.

“can i ride your thigh?” you asked him, softly biting your bottom lip while you peered back at his face.

he nodded at your question and patted a hand on his thigh, inviting you to take your rightful seat.

“go on then, pretty girl.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, practically throwing yourself onto him like a total whore, which in this case you were. his whore, specifically. but you really didn’t care, you wanted him. needed him. he watched you closely while you straddled his thigh, how your mouth formed a small ‘o’ at the sensation of his rough jeans coming in contact with your panty clad pussy. he always thought you looked beautiful like this, it made him wish he was an artist so could plaster your image onto a canvas to hang in a museum. or even just take a photo of you in this position to stash away and jerk off to while he was at work..

his hands came to a resting point on your waist, holding you firmly to help you maintain balance while you got yourself comfortable on the meat of his thigh. your quiet whines began to fill the rooms emptiness while you slowly began to rock against him. usually it was him who was louder between the both of you, but something about you being more vocal really got to him, he could feel himself getting hard just from the sight of you slowly rocking your body against his thigh, making all these pretty sounds just for him. fuck, you really had him wrapped right around your finger.

“how’s it feel, pretty girl?” he asked you, voice dropping an octave lower while he watched you through hooded eyes and parted lips, you would think he was the 1 fucking himself right now with how ruined he looked, yet here you were soaking the material of your panties and his jeans because you were so needy.

“feels good.. feels so good” you moaned, resting your face into the crook of his neck, tickling the skin with your heated breath. his hands gripped your waist tighter when you began to rut against his thigh beginning to move at a more rapid pace now, moan after moan falling through your lips.

your hands gripped his shoulders as you continued to shamelessly fuck yourself on his thigh, higher pitched moans coming from you now when he flexed his it beneath you, creating the perfect added sensation to your erratically throbbing clit. he seriously couldn’t wrap his head around how fucking hot you looked using him like this. his cock lurched in its confinement while you continued to grind down on him, oozing beads of precum while he got off just to the sight of you. he was so hard that it hurt but he refused to touch himself, focussing solely on helping you cum right now.

“you gonna cum for me, darling?” he spoke lowly to you, watching you nod in response as you were too caught up in the throes of pleasure to form a coherent response.

“cum for me, cum all over my thigh.”

and you did, with a final loud moan your orgasm ripped through you. you found yourself having to wrap your arms around his neck to hug him close to your body so you wouldn’t collapse from the intensity of it all. he watched you through dark, lust, blown pupils feeling himself cum without even having been touched.

“fuck that was so hot” he whispers to you, softly rubbing your hips while you came down from your orgasm. your breathing was shaky, but you could finally speak again clearly.

“did you.. did you cum?” you ask him with a small smirk. he rubbed the back of his neck at your question, blushing a bit.

“uh.. yeah, i couldn’t help it.” he felt a little embarassed, cumming like that despite having neglected his own pleasure the entire time.

“oh mike you don’t need to be embarassed, that’s actually really hot” you reassured him, resting your head on his shoulder while you stared contently at his face.

he rolled his eyes playfully at your comment but made no argument against it, just revelling in the closeness of your bodies right now.

“anyways.. we should probably get cleaned up and get you to bed, you look exhausted” you spoke in a softer tone, tracing a soft pattern on his forearm with your finger. he nodded in response and lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom to finally get the sleep he so desperately needed, knowing fully well he would finally get a restful night with you in his arms.

[bitchlessdino]

joshua hard thots

cockwarming him after rounds of fucking because he can't get enough of feeling your pussy wrapped around his cock

Pairing: Bf!joshua x gn!reader

Genre: tender smut, drabble

Word count: 1.0k+

tags: established relationship, yearning, love, cockwarming, assumed unprotected sex

author note: this probably wasn't what you were looking for anon but i was in such a soft sexy mood I wrote this and have no regrets. this felt like therapy and i love writing again.

You thought there were better things to do than be in bed all day, but Joshua thought otherwise. These free days weren’t rare but definitely getting sparse, placing more significance on quality time, even indoors. The thought vanishes thin into the air when your boyfriend develops the mood physically, wasting no time–in his words anyway–and captures your naked body in his, dipping his hips into you to create friction that he knew drove you crazy.

He could never get sick of you moaning his name. It was like the butter to his perfectly toasted slice of bread, a simple symphony of goodness that in no way could be replicated.

The supple skin that you spent minutes of an hour moisturizing wouldn’t go to waste, tasting as sweet on his tongue as good as it smelled. He was in love with every texture and bump, ingraining into every wrinkle of his brain for keepsake. He could never have enough and he’d prove it too.

“Mmh, yeah…taking me like that…that good?”

There isn’t a moment in time his cock inside your core isn’t pure heaven pushing in and out of you. He’s careful not to hurt you, caressing your hips, and cushioning your posterior in his large hands, while he’s rearranging your insides and with only thoughts of what would please you more. The matter that his dick doing a swell job of ebbing every twitch to your hips only boosts up his ego a smidge, he claims, knowing damn well it was quite the understatement.

“Josh…squeeze me harder…fuck me deeper…”

He also likes how you knew the things to say, ordering him around, teaching him, gratifying him with the heightened volumes of your whines, your screams, his name on your tongue, again. It’d go on for hours–days if he could–and it’s never enough, but god did it feel good to try.

At this point, it’s in the middle of the afternoon and the only reason either one of you had gotten up was to go to the restroom or fetch snacks and water. Neither of you were hungry, thirsty, or felt the need for a different kind of release, so you stayed back together in bed. Joshua has made his point of being the man for you by having you climax in his presence countless times in countless methods and for countless hours. It was time for rest, you both concluded. For now.

You’d nuzzle into his bare chest, feeling the sweat radiate off his incredulously toned body, while his arms–bulging and rippled in from arm day for three times a week every week–shifts around your frame, tugging you close to him. His soft smile lets out a satisfied hum, puckered lips meeting your eyebrows. “You look so tired.”

“Whose fault is that?” you tease with your eyes.

His laughter reminds you of cotton candy, sweet and plush if ever materialized. It brought you back to how addicted you were to such a treat as a child. Now its been replaced with its personified self, Joshua Jisoo Hong. He melted in your mouth better than any confectioners sugar.

“I should feel guilty but,” he shrugs his shoulders to make a show of it, “I don’t. As long as you keep moaning my name or look at me with those eyes–”

You bubble up in laughter, “What eyes–”

“I’ll never stop. Love me the way you do and I’ll make every opportunity together a core memory.”

You light-heartedly scoff, your canine digging at your bottom lip when your eyes fixate on him, feeding into every word, every look, every breathing pattern. Your hand comes up to cup his face and you reach his lips, slowly but surely proving to him you’d do the same. While he was best with words, you were best with action, which proved the physicality of the situation more significant.

When you first met, he was brave enough to be honest in confessing he had little plans to be ‘active’ in a romantic relationship, a sign saying turn away now before you fall into an endless pit of a sexless relationship with no soft landing. He was proven otherwise with you, someone beyond pure imagination. You were a breathing fantasy to him. He was willing to give up everything for you.

Now in the present, his tongue dances against yours, your naked body clutching him, and finally his easily replenished cock tickling against your thigh. He pushed his hand up against your lower back into his torso and your warmth hovers on top of the head of the length, your moisture sliding against the sensitivity and you whine until Joshua feels it in his throat. “Put your dick in me…”

“You just admitted to being tired,” he lightly retorts, already twitching and heart bouncing at the thought.

“I’ll just…keep it warm…please, my love…”

You are sounds of bliss no matter what the words are, but in this case, he couldn’t imagine loving you anymore with the need in your rasp and the ache between your legs. 

“Alright,” he relinquishes, hands finding balls of your flesh and guiding you to hug his girth with your fluttering walls that knew no rest. His arms bring you closer–somehow possible–and knead into your skin, feeling the soothing touch on the tips of his digits until he’s plunging the trimmed nails until his DNA is a part of you. 

“Mmh, yes,” you mewl, returning your attention to admire his beautiful face, looking at you and only you.

You may have made the request but he was relieved to enjoy it, having already missed the contracting squeeze of your walls pulsating around his needy cock. He always feared that if he had a taste of the best vessel for his cock he would have, he’d refuse to let it go–now wishing, hoping, praying you’re never pried away from his hands.

You grind down to the base of his cock, his full-length home inside you and you share a groan, giggles following after when you lock eyes. Both of you were stupidly besotted with one another, even cherishing the sweet tenderness of languid movement of both your hips not on the journey for the climax, but rather appreciating each other wordlessly, as you’ve always done.

Arousal never leaves either of you while together, finding euphoria even in the smallest things such as doing laundry together or dishes together. The thought of a moment like this replays in both of your minds. Hardly sentences, hardly words, just how you fit like a puzzle, metaphorically and literally.

[mysaintkitten]

Blush | Kitten Braden x fem!reader

prompt: kitten needs a bit of spice in the bedroom (NSFW!! NO MINORS!!)

WARNINGS: bottom!kitten, strap-ons, feminization, fingering, rimming, praise, slight degradation (light use of the word slut/whore)

word count: 2.4k (not proofread lol)

“kitten, i’m gonna trip!” you squeal as kitten holds her hands over your eyes while trailing closely behind you, you stick your arms out in front of you in attempt to blindly navigate throughout your shared flat. you hear her giggling from behind you, “just trust me, darling!”

you feel around the walls, shuffling your feet to try and not stumble over whatever miscellaneous things may be skewed throughout the hallway.

“can you at least give me a hint?”

“no hints, we’re nearly there.” she hums, continuing to guide you. the anticipation is killing you, kittens been dangling this surprise in your face the entire day. and now you’re mere moments away from finding out what it is.

she then stops you, “hold on, keep your eyes shut” she whispers while removing one of her hands from your eyes. despite your eagerness, you obey her wishes and screw your eyes shut. you hear kitten twist a knob and nudge a door open before she resumes leading you towards the surprise.

once in the room, she lets go of you and shuts the door behind her. then, you feel her creep up behind you. the front of her body is flush against the back of yours, she drags her fingertips along your arms.

“open your eyes.” she purrs into your ear, her warm breath sending chills throughout your body. you slowly peer your eyes open. you realize you’re in your shared room, the beds neatly made and there’s a box placed atop the duvet. what could she be hiding in this box? you giggle, “what is it?”

“open it and find out.” she responds, distancing herself from you and creeping over to the mattress. she crawls onto the bed and grins widely at you, clearly excited.

you sit on the edge of the bed and begin to unbox the surprise. as you pry the box open, you’re met with a strap. there’s a medium sized dildo, nothing huge but certainly not small, and a harness. you feel your cheeks burning slightly as you glance up at kitten. you had definitely teetered with the concept of topping kitten, occasionally slipping some fingers inside her while you suck her off, watching how much she enjoys the feeling of being full. she primarily preferred to top you, but sex and pleasure are extremely fluid. and since the two of you have formed a sturdy foundation both romantically and intimately, she thinks now may be the time to start exploring a bit more.

you pull the dildo out of the box, analyzing its curves and veins. “how long have you been wanting this, sweetheart?” you question, pulling the harness out as well.

she sighs “a little while now ..” she scoots closer towards you, “your fingers feel nice ‘n all .. really nice .. but i wanted something more.” looking into kittens eyes, you can tell something has shifted within her, seeing the toy again has ignited a sense of excitement within her. you strip your pants off and kitten aids in attaching the strap to your hips.

you smirk, looking down at her plush pink lips before looking back at her eyes. her eyes are just as shifty, the tension in the room becoming more palpable by the second.

you chuckle softly, “you’ve been craving something bigger for that little pussy, baby?”

a light pink blush spreads across her cheeks at the dirty words, her breath also becoming slightly more laboured. you love to just examine her. all this time spent together has made her incredibly easy for you to read. her bubbling arousal is clear as day in her expression alone.

she nods, gently batting her lashes, “i’ve been so desperate, darling,” she whines, tracing small patterns onto your hand with her finger. “it’s even worse when you’re away, my fingers don’t feel nearly as good as yours.”

you click your tongue and pout slightly, “oh, my poor girl ..” you lean in to kiss her lips, bringing one of your hands to her hips. while rubbing the smooth skin, you occasionally sneak your hand towards her ass and grip the soft flesh, making her whine into your mouth. she slips her tongue into your mouth and her kisses become needier, “you wanna get filled, hm?” you moan against her lips. kitten nods and places her hands onto you, feeling up around your thighs and waist. you pull away from her, “get on your hands and knees, love.”

she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and shifts onto her hands and knees. swaying her hips in front of you, almost tantalizingly. her mini dress barely covering her ass.

you crawl forward, running your hands along her exposed thighs and nearly exposed ass. you flip the end of her dress up, pressing lightly against her barely clothed hole. she whines and arches against your touch. you slip her panties to the side and place a flat stripe against her opening.

“o-oh!” she gasps out of shock, her thighs shaking gently beneath her. her hips shift forward at the overwhelming stimulation. “stay still, let me taste you, baby ..” you groan against her, gripping her thighs harshly. you lap kitten up, her mewls and gasps enabling you to keep going. as you eat her out, you bring one of your hands between her legs and palm her growing bulge. making her hips jolt suddenly.

she moans into the pillows, grinding against your hand and face.

you hum against her and pull your mouth away, bringing your other hand to her hole. you slowly slide a single digit into her, fucking her slowly with your finger.

“mmh, baby ..” she whines, her voice high and airy. you place small kisses along her ass cheek and hips, sneaking a second finger inside of her. she moans louder and arches her back harder, you feel a small damp spot form at the front of her panties.

“oh, darling .. are you getting wet for me?” you purr, her arousal is nearly intoxicating to you.

“mhm ..” she whimpers, rutting her hips back to meet the thrusts of your fingers. you add in a third and her movements halt, her moans becoming shaky “use your words, hun.” you breathed as your own arousal begins to stir between your legs. hearing her moans, feeling her desperation, you could probably come from her sounds alone.

“y-yes .. ‘m wet for you-“ she groans, placing her hand on top of yours as you palm her. she moves your hand against her bulge, small breathy whimpers pouring from her lips. “you ready for my cock, baby?” you coo as you lean toward the nightstand, pulling a bottle of lube out from the drawer. “yes-s! please!” she huffs from anticipation. you squirt a generous amount of lube into your hand and coat the strap, then using the excess lube on kittens hole for good measure.

you line yourself up, teasing her ring of nerves with your cock head. “hm .. please .. no teasing, baby ..” she moans, pushing her hips back to try and get the tip in. part of you wants to prolong this and tease her more, but the other half of you needs to fuck her as soon as possible. you give into the latter, you can tease her another day.

you comply and slide the cock in while gripping her hips, a loud whorish moan comes from kittens mouth as she looks back at you with glossy eyes. her brows furrowed and her cheeks flushed while biting her lip harshly, you’re almost afraid she might draw blood. as you slowly slide back out she places her hand behind her and grips your shirt and drags her fingertips along your torso.

you bottom out again and begin to pick up your pace. you watch as her expression changes as you fuck into her faster, her eyes roll back and her mouth hangs open slightly. small gasps being punched out of her as each thrusts meets her hips.

“such a sweet, tight pussy, baby. taking me so so well.” you praise, bringing one of your hands down to her ass to grip her roughly as you fuck her.

kitten just moans in response and drops her head down and clenched her fists in the sheets, the cock filling her up exactly how she needed. you watch yourself pound into her, seeing her hole grip your cock was a sight you didn’t know would affect you so much. one of the harness straps has been applying consistent friction and pressure to your clothed wet cunt, it almost aided in the fantasy. you imagined how she felt stretched around your fingers, and how it would feel if she was stretched out on a real cock. the thoughts mixed with the sight in front of you was deliciously hypnotic.

you pick up your pace and slap her ass and you hear her yelp beneath you.

“who owns this pussy?” you purr, desperate to hear kittens fucked-out tone. “y-you do ..” she whines, barely audible as she hides her face within the pillows.

you bring your hand forward and lock your fingers into her hair, tugging her head up roughly. she moans loudly at the gesture, “i couldn’t hear you, baby, who owns this pussy?”

“you d-do, fu-ck!” she cries out, the tip of your cock rubbing perfectly against her sensitive spot. you release her hair and slap her ass again, “that’s it, good girl.”

she whimpers against the pillows, little ‘fuck’s and ‘so full’s pour out from her mindlessly. her senses being completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

“fuck me h-harder-“ she whines, meeting your thrusts with her hips. “desperate little thing ..” you mutter before fucking into her harder, kittens sounds becoming even more intoxicating- which you didn’t even know was possible.

you continue to fuck her at this harsher pace, “ha-arder!” she whimpers. you’ve never seen kitten act this way, she’s so blatantly cock drunk beneath you, and you’re eager to give her whatever she may want.

“jesus, you want me to fuck you like a whore?” you growl, pounding into her even harder. you’re afraid you might hurt her, but judging by her moans and her body language, she’s on cloud 9.

“yes, yes!” she rambles, turning her head to the side to speak more clearly, “‘m jus’ a whore, your whore, b-aby!”

“didn’t know my girl was such a cockslut .. i could fuck you like this for ages ..” you groan, glancing down at her reddening ass. the harsh pounding along with the smacks have left her cheeks clearly irritated, but it only added to the erotic nature of the scene.

“ngh, fuck!” she cries as she snakes a hand between her legs to hastily rub her neglected bulge.

you realize what she’s doing and you stop your thrusts, then proceeding to pull out. you watch at her used hole clench around nothing, gaping ever so slightly from your cock. kitten whines and attempts to catch her breath while peering behind her, “why’d you stop?”

“get on your back, i wanna see your face when you come from my cock.” you coo, hooking your fingers into her panties waist band and sliding them off. once removed, she turns onto her back, you can’t help but moan at how she looks. she’s so clearly fucked out, her lipstick and mascara smudged slightly with a faint blush spread across her cheeks, the strap of her mini dress sliding down barely exposing her tits, her flushed wet cock between her legs. she’s perfect. you then get a good look at her panties, which are significantly damp with her arousal.

“god, kitten, you’re drenched,” you chuckle lowly, “does the cock feel that nice?”

she struggles to look at you as she becomes embarrassed, but she nods.

“jesus ..” you mumble, tucking the panties behind you, “so hot how wet you get .. all f’me ..” you add as you bring your hips forward and tease her hole with the tip again. she brings her gaze back to you, this time wanting to watch as you enter her while mumbling small phrases about how she only gets wet for you.

you run your hands along her thighs soothingly while slowly sliding the cock in, “now, i want you to touch your clit for me while i fuck you, got it? show me how good it feels, sweetheart.”

her chest rises and her eyes flutter shut, she tried her best to watch you, but the euphoric fullness was too much for her to handle.

as you fuck into her at that same harsh pace, she brings her hand between her legs and begins to pump herself. her tip glistening with pre come as she twitches beneath you, her sensitivity at an all time high. seeing her face as you fuck her gets you unimaginably wetter, you think you might actually be able to come from the friction of the strap and kittens erotic aura.

“sh-it, darling, so good! ‘s so so good!” she whimpers loudly as her cock spills even more slick onto her dress.

“god, such a fucking whore. you’re gonna come all over your pretty little dress and ruin it, baby. all from my cock, huh?” you purr, dragging your nails along her sensitive thighs.

“yes, mh! so clo-ose!” kitten moans loudly, she fully doesn’t care if someone hears her at this point, all that she’s processing right now is overwhelming pleasure.

“come on my cock, pretty girl, that’s it.” you praise. your own orgasm is inching closer and closer and it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to maintain your composure.

she grips the duvet with one hand and pumps herself feverishly with the other, “i’m coming-g!” she shouts, her thighs shaking around you violently as she shoots ropes onto her dress. watching her come undone on the strap sends you over the edge and your thrusts become shaky, causing you to cum in your underwear.

you give her a few more slow thrusts before she whines and signals for you to pull out, you oblige and slowly slide yourself out of her. you look at her entire body, her post-orgasm glow evident in her face, her slightly sweaty chest, her cum stained dress, her abused hole.

“who knew someone could look so gorgeous after getting the daylights fucked out of them ..” you coo, leaning your body above hers to kiss her sweetly on the lips, “‘m really glad i bought that ..” she hums while being barely coherent, “i am too, darling.”

——

don’t mind me just pleasing my wife thank you

[demobatboys]

I Think We Both Know That Isn’t True Part 2 (Ruhn Danaan x AFAB Reader)

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan & AFAB Reader

Prompt: Part 2 of I Think We Both Know That Isn’t True

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, angst

Authors Note: Sooooo I got a little carried away and this one could definitely have a part 3 if anyone wanted it! Thank you to those who requested a part 2. And remember my requests are always open. 

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You sighed, picking your nails as you sat at your desk in the Aux headquarters. It was 4:35pm on a Friday and the clock seemed to be ticking extra slow as you waited for your work week to finish. It had nearly been a week since you had last spoken to Ruhn, you heart cracking for the umpteenth time as the sadness in Ruhn's eyes as you walked away flashed across your mind. You groaned, resting your head against the cool surface of your desk. You though that loving Ruhn from afar was one of the worst things you could experience but you were wrong. Not having him in your life at all was worse than anything you could have ever imagined. You had decided the night before, tossing and turning sleeplessly as you had been the whole week, that you would be the bigger person, apologise, and hope to the gods that he would want to remain in your life at some capacity.

Ruhn hadn’t been into headquarters all day, an incident in The Old Square keeping him and Tristan out of office for the entirety of the day. Declan was working from home, as he usually chose to do, and majority of the Aux had either knocked off early or were out patrolling, which left you at your cubicle alone. As the day has passed, the nerves in your stomach had broiled and bubbled, your heart stuttering and heavy saliva coating your mouth every time the doors opened and closed – only for you to have to calm yourself when you realised it wasn’t him coming through them. You and Ruhn had never fought like this before. There had never been this long of a period between speaking to one another, the only awkwardness between you had stemmed after you had given your body to him. And you had both decided to never do that again – against your deepest wishes.

Your suffering was cut short briefly before it revved back to life again when the doors swung open and Ruhn pushed through them, his mouth set into a hard line and eyes cold. The Starsword was slung across his back and you had to divert your eyes, stomach erupting into butterflies as he brought the bottom of his shirt up to wipe at the sweat on his brow – baring his glorious waist to you. He didn’t even spare a glance towards you as he strode straight towards his rarely used office, slamming the door behind him. The butterflies in your stomach ceased flying, dropping heavily, leaving nausea in their wake. “You can do this,” you whispered, shaking your clammy hands at your sides as you stood. “He’s your best friend,” you grabbed the pile of documents from the corner of your desk, taking tentative steps towards his office on legs seemingly made of jelly. Sure, he didn’t seem like he was in the mood right now but… if you didn’t do it at this very moment, you might never work up the nerve. Like ripping off a Band-Aid right?

You rapped your knuckles on the door, glancing through the square of glass. Ruhn whipped his head around, a frown etching its way onto his face as he took you in. He jerked his head, signalling you to enter. You pushed the door open, plastering a confident smile across your face as if your heart wasn’t thundering in your chest. There was no way he wouldn’t be able to hear it. “Hi,” you huffed nervously. Ruhn’s expression didn’t change – if anything he seemed bored. “Hi,” he muttered, eyes trained on the papers in your hands. “Oh yes,” you huffed nervously. “Just dropping these off,” you waved them a little enthusiastically before placing them on his desk. He nodded, raising an eyebrow, and glancing back at the door. Okay, you thought, now or never. “I was hoping we could talk?” you said, taking a step towards the empty seat on the other side of his desk. He let out a humourless laugh and rubbed a face over his hand. “I’ve had a shit day and this,” he motioned a hand between the two of you. “Is at the bottom of my priority list.” You stood rooted on the spot. Okay so, you didn’t think he would be this standoffish. 

“I know I’m sorry. You know me, my timing is always terrible,” you began to laugh but stopped when you realised he wasn’t joining in. “Look I just, I want to say sorry, and I want to talk to you about all of-,” he cut you off with another sobering laugh. “You’re the one who walked away. I didn’t realise you wanted to talk at all.” You wrung your hands together, itching to sprint from the room and never show your face again. But you held strong, standing your ground and smiling in frustration. “I don’t want to lose my friendship with you Ruhn,” you began. “That fight… it was awful. The worst we’ve ever had but. I don’t want to lose you over it. Not having you in my life at all is more painful than anything. More painful than watching you marry someone else. And I won’t have that happen just because of some things we said that we didn’t mean.” His eyes softened at your words, his frown slowly disappearing into that hard line again.

Your stomach flipped. Okay maybe this is a good sign, you thought, just need to nail the apology. “Look, I am really sorry about what I said and I’m going to re-evaluate both of our boundaries from now on,” you nodded. “It isn’t fair for me to act a certain way with you and then cuss you out for treating me accordingly. But same goes for you. If we’re sticking with friends, then… things need to stay friendly.” At this point Ruhn had his chin in his hand nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah… yeah ok. This week has been fucked – to say the least. And I understand where you are coming from and wanting to keep things… friendly,” he nearly choked on the word. “I guess I can forgive you,” he smiled softly in your direction, and you had to tell your heart to slow down before you passed out. “Why not do something for old times sake then? White Raven, tonight?” His eyes sparkled with mischief and you felt yourself grinning back. “Let’s do it.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You nodded your head along to the beat of the music pounding from the speakers below, as you sat on a stool at the upstairs bar, nursing vodka lime soda number…. Shit you’d lost count. You had met Ruhn here after you head headed home to clean up, heat descending from your stomach straight into your panties when you had seen him ascend the stairs to the bar in black jeans and a tight black tshirt. It wasn’t even different to his usual look, but when his scent had invaded your space as he sat on the stool next to you, you had to have a serious chat with your libido and tell it to chill the fuck out. This was a friendship and that’s how things would stay. Hours had past and the more you drank the more you felt yourself relax and begin to shift into the friendship space with Ruhn more. This is a cakewalk, you laughed to yourself. I don’t even know what I’ve been worried about. Friendship is easy. As you and Ruhn chatted more and more, mostly catching up after your week apart, your heart seemed to settle into a comfortable hum inside your chest.

“I just need to go to the bathroom,” he said, standing up. You nodded, hastily pulling your eyes from his backside as he left. You finished off your drink and settled back into your stool contentedly. Suddenly you heard Ruhn’s voice again, turning to send him a smile, thinking he was on his way back. Instead, your eyes landed on him and the Leopard Shifter you had caught making her great escape from the boys house last week. Your blood ran cold as she placed her hand on his upper arm, laughing at something he said. You turned in your seat, skin suddenly on fire, tears rimming your eyes. You focused on your breathing, in, out, in, out, trying desperately to calm yourself before he returned and noticed what was happening. You had nothing against the Shifter, she was free to do what she wanted and she was beautiful and graceful, of course he would stop to speak with her. It had jarred you just how quickly you had been ripped from the friendship bubble you had carefully built and shoved straight into jealousy mode.

Ruhn slid back onto his stool as you blew out a breath of frustration, frantically hoping your tears had been sucked back into your ducts and that you didn’t seem as flustered as you appeared. Your hopes were dashed though when Ruhn’s brow furrowed, his eyes scanning your face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, draining the remainder of his drink. You smiled at him unnervingly. “Nothing!” you said a little too loudly. “I think I’ve had too much,” you laughed pointing at your glass. “I should go.” You gathered your things and began to step off the stool when you teetered and nearly fell entirely, Ruhn grabbing your arm at the last minute. Your skin burned and a sob began to roll up your throat. “I don’t know if you should go alone, why don’t you come back to the house tonight so I know you’re safe.” “No!” you exclaimed, pulling out of his grasp. “No I.. I think I can manage on my own,” you huffed, attempting to flee again. Ruhn rolled his eyes as you walked precariously towards the stairs before he swooped in, taking your hand. You reared back, taking your hand from his. “That’s not what friends do,” you warned him. He held his hands up in surrender. “Ok but friends do make sure friends get to bed safe. Please, just come with me. You can have the bed, I’ll take the floor.” His eyes bore into yours and you felt any fight you had in you melt away. “Fine.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ruhn pushed open the door of his room before letting you enter. He had cleaned since you had last been here, it smelling more strongly of his cologne and musk than beer and mirthroot. You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. You were still anxious, and the uncomfortable knot in your chest continued to grow as you watched Ruhn grab a shirt for you from his closet, turning towards the door as you got dressed. You stripped to your underwear and pulled the shirt on, sliding under the covers and breathing in the scent of his pillows. “Can I turn the light off?” he asked, his voice husky as he kept it low. “Mhmm,” you replied. The room was plunged into darkness and slowly your eyes adjusted to the moonlight seeping in through the window. You watched him remove his shirt and jeans, your pulse jolting as he moved towards the bed.

He went to drag a pillow from the bed to the ground but you grabbed his wrist. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Stay,” you mumbled, at war with your own heart. “In the bed. Please.” Ruhn only complied, lying down next to you. “This isn’t what friends do,” he reminded you. You nodded. “Maybe. But maybe these friends do.” He hummed, his hand finding yours in the dark. “Are you going to tell me what really happened at the club or not?” his question echoed in the dark. You swallowed thickly, the remaining alcohol in your system apparently making your brain and mouth work in reverse. “I was jealous,” you admitted, skin aflame. “I didn’t want to be but I was. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to get over it because…” you inhaled sharply, pleading with your brain to shut your mouth and quickly. “I’m in love with you Ruhn.” You statement hung in the air uncomfortably. Ruhn didn’t say anything and for a moment you hoped he had fallen asleep before your confession was laid out.

But no such luck. “You are incredibly confusing, my little warrior,” he breathed out. Tears filled your eyes again and you sat up, regret and embarrassment tumbling in your stomach. You started to get out of bed when Ruhn pulled you into him, resting your head on his chest, his heart thundering beneath his warm skin. “I’ve loved you since we were 12. My heart, it only beats for you. It’s what I’ve always tried to tell you. But I don’t think this is how we should be having this conversation right now,” he sighed, running a course hand softly down the side of your face. You screwed your eyes shut, pressing your face against the warm skin of his neck. “We can’t do this,” you mumbled against him. He only held you tighter, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Get some sleep sweetheart,” he murmured. “We will get to the bottom of this in the morning,” his raspy voice sending goosebumps across your skin. “Even if I have to tie you to this bed.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Do you have another blurb from the girl's trip fic?

Dutchess woke up to loud snoring coming from the room next to her. Aqua’s room. She rubbed her eyes, still feeling her multiple drinks they had at the pool a couple hours before. Glancing over at her sisters bed, she noticed that Heiress was missing. Dutchess threw the sheets back and climbed out of bed, only wearing a black thong.

The bathroom was unoccupied. She made her way out into the living room—that was unoccupied. It was 2 am. She only had to be one place. Dutchess quickly walked back to their shared room for the duration and grabbed a T-shirt. Slipping it over her upper body she made her way out of the room and down the hall to Erik’s room. She knocked on the door and waited. A minute later, Erik answered and stared at Dutchess through the crack of the door.

“Where is Heiress?” Dutchess whispered.

“You know where she is. Otherwise you wouldn’t have showed up,” Erik teased.

“Open the door.” Dutchess whines.

“C’mon.”

Dutchess ducked inside. She followed a naked Erik into his room to find her sister asleep beneath his covers. She’s also naked and from the way the room smelled they’d definitely been fucking. Erik was giving them looks down at the pool the entire time. Looks that his girl hadn’t noticed. After taking turns sucking his dick, they needed more of a taste. Heiress slick ass snuck off to be the first apparently. It made Dutchess hot.

Erik sat on the edge of his bed and reclined back on his elbows, still hard dick bobbing up and down between his sculpted thighs. Dutchess watched that thick boy bounce and she couldn’t help herself as she walked up to him and snatched it up. She slowly stroked him while staring Erik in the eyes. Erik dragged his bottom lip between his teeth slowly, his eyes going from watching Dutchess stroke him to the expression of desperate want on her face.

“It’s here for you to sit on.” Erik reminded her.

“You don’t feel bad at all for any of this do you?”

“No.” Erik replied with a smirk, “And neither do you. So stop bringing that shit up and suck this fucking dick.”

Dutchess descends to her knees, challenging Erik with a defiant look.

“You know you’re too soft for that, Dutchess. Your sister can’t even keep up that bratty attitude. As soon as I whipped out this dick she was drooling and calling me daddy.”

Dutchess wasted no words as she wrapped her lips around Erik and gave him neck. He ran his fingers through Dutchess hair and then palmed the back of her head. Her head bobbed in his lap and Heiress didn’t stir once beside him. He put her ass to sleep. Picked her thick ass up off the floor and carried her with his dick buried up to the hilt in her wet pussy. Every time she talked he would pound her guts.

Dutchess twirled her tongue around Erik’s tip before slurping him up again. Erik yanked on her tresses and her mouth slipped off with a wet pop.

“Let me see your tongue.”

Dutchess poked her tongue out and wiggled it at him, spit dripping to her T-shirt. Erik grabbed his dick at the base and slapped her tongue with it.

“You gon’ ride this dick like you ride that pole, ma?”

“Yes,” Dutchess moaned.

“Ride it better than your sister?”

“Yessssss.”

Erik let go of her hair and ordered for her to climb up. Dutchess straddled him and found his dick between her pussy lips. She maneuvers her hips so that he could easily slide in and when he did Dutchess almost lost her breath. He was so…so…so…big.

“Can’t take this dick?”

“I can take it,” Dutchess whispered with a quiver in her voice.

Erik double cuffed her ass and thrust up into her. She was taking too long for him.

“I plan on fucking you and your sister all vacation long.”

Dutchess couldn’t believe how open she was. One slap to her ass and she started bouncing on that dick. Her small frame looked delicious taking his dick. That little bubble booty collided with his sturdy thighs each time she went down. The bed started to bounce and Heiress finally woke up. She was drunk off of Dick and liquor. Her low eyes took in the scene of her sister and Erik and she gasped.

“Dutch?!” She finally spoke.

Erik turned and wrapped a hand around her neck.

“Go back to sleep. It’s your sister’s turn now.”

[crazydoughnutlady]

The discord give me this idea…

TW: blood, violence, panic, anger, slight manipulation

Perix Fang informed, Ven that Rae was the biggest threat to their happiness, and that he must be disposed of. Ven understood grabbing an axe, it did more damage and Rae wouldn’t expect it. A sword is too obvious an axe? That has many uses, disposing of threats just happens to be one of them.

***

Rae felt terrible about what happened recently with Ven. He decided he would go up to Ven's place and formally apologize.

The auras were giving their usual ramble about how sus Ven is, and how they didn’t like him. Rae just rolled his eyes and continued up the path. only to see Ven heading down it.

“Oh hi, Rae what are you doing here?” Ven asked anxiety bubbling in his chest, only betrayed slightly by their voice.

“I… umm…” Rae, stammered nervously for a second, “I came to apologize and I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to call you a liar. I just wanted to know when you lied about under Fable’s orders in articles and I’m sorry if I made you feel as though I was calling all of you a liar.”

***

Ven took a deep breath. He needed Rae to trust him if his plan was going to work, “OK maybe we should go somewhere else to talk about this…” he feigned an air of continued nervousness.

“Okay… where do you wanna go? We can go back to your house, or the archives.” Rae listed, unaware of the danger he was in.

“Actually, I have somewhere else in mind it’s a nice private spot. No one will bother us there.” Ven motioned, Rae to follow as he began to walk towards a near bottomless cave, in which if Rae fell down, it would be tough for someone to hear his screams.

“Okay…” Rae began walking alongside, as suspicion crept into his voice.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to reach the spot where Ven planted Rae’s demise. All he needed was to get Rae close to the edge and clip his wings.

“I discovered it while traveling not too long ago. I think there’s a library at the bottom.” Ven lied motioning for Rae to come close to the edge with him.

Ray in his curiosity peered down the hole. Ven taking his chance, he slashed his sword across Rae’s back tearing his elytra as he fell. Ray screamed. Ven didn’t even cast a glance down as Rae fell just walking back to his house confident that Perix Fang will be pleased with this news.

***

His back burned in pain, and he felt as though his chest was bubbling like all the skulk inside him had condensed into one point, and was trying to tear out of his chest, but he also felt serene relaxing bliss as he watched the sky, get farther and farther away.

Rae was going to die. He felt the harsh stinging of a blade in his chest. he didn’t want to go. He still has so much to do. A voice of remorse whispered in his ears. Rae slammed to the bottom.

And all at once all of the skulk that piece of Perix’s shot out of him. In its place, the chill of the End, and the calmness of a clear mind took over.

You are mine, not that vile alchemist’s

Just like that, all the breath returned to Rae’s lungs in an instant.

“Fuck!” he coughed, voice, raspy, and horse. His entire body burned with pain, his back being the center place of it. All the stripes of his elytra had been torn off, but the wings would most definitely be welded to his skin. He could feel them he can move them as though he was born with them. His head felt fuzzy. Probably a concussion, he was bleeding, and he’s also pretty sure his right arm is broken.

Tears flooded, his eyes Rae cried out, “HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP! AAX! CASPIAN! CENTROSS! SHERBRET! ANYONE!!!” His vocal cords protested, but he kept screaming anyway and some hope someone would hear. Aax and Athena had good hearing!

Eventually, he was out of breath, and he could not scream anymore. Carefully he walked over to a corner of the cave and using what little strength he had left dug out a small hole for him to hide in. Not even noticing the lack of a horn.

***

Caspian couldn’t find Rae. He had checked the archives, the house, the box, and he even asked Sherbert, who joined him in the search. Stopping by Banner Fam's house the two found Aax relaxing with the axolotls.

“Hey Aax have you heard Rae lately? I can’t find them anywhere.” Caspian asked their partner, perhaps their super-hearing could help them locate the scientist.

Aax him to focus first second before looking up in terror, “He’s deep in the caves and his heartbeat is super faint. I think something is wrong.” they said, leaping out of the water grabbing. Caspian and Sherbert running after the Olm hybrid.

***

Centross had been heading over to Rae’s house to tell him the news after all he told Ven first. However, he was stopped right at the doorway. “What’s going on?” he worriedly asked his friends.

“Rae in trouble come on!” not missing a beat. Centross grabbed his rockets and shot back to his home, to grab his armor. Upon seeing his boyfriend panicked, Wolf decided to tag along as well.

The group of five followed Aax as he let them to where he here heard Rae’s heart. Out past Ven’s house, was a large deep pit. Centross’s mind flashed back to the other day the skulk on the bottom of Ven’s shoes… it couldn’t a coincidence.

Spreading their elytra, the group quickly dropped into the pit.

“How do we know Rae’s not the warden?” Centross nervously asked.

“His heartbeat is faint if he was the warden right now, it would be loud!” Aax explained.

Landing at the bottom of the pit, Caspian and Sherbert, had to look away at the sheer amount of magenta blood splattered and smeared on the ground. Centross’s hand itched for the sword, and he knew Aax’s did the same. Wolf pier through the dark spotting a bit of cobble in the corner of the cave.

“Over here!” Wolf called out. Turning away from the bloody scene, the three ran over to the car moment, tearing it apart to find Rae asleep, covered in bruises and his own blood but surprisingly, there wasn’t a single vein of skulk on his body.

Sherbert dug through their pockets, producing a splash potion of regeneration, and carefully began to work. Some basic first aid Rae's arm was broken. So them and Centross set it back into place. After what felt like ours and Wolf and Caspian, having to make multiple runs for potions, while Aax kept them safe from any mobs; Rae was healed enough to move.

Alex was the one to carry him back once he was laid to rest in their bedroom with Atlas guarding over him. They began to part ways, all promising to contribute to Rae’s health.

“Well, are you coming home?” Wolf asked Centross, as he stopped azalea tree in front of the house.

“I’ll catch up in a minute I have some things to do.” even through his mask, Centross could tell Wolf was looking him up and down pondering words with those golden eyes.

“Be safe.” Wolf nodded before using his elytra to fly back home.

Taking a deep breath, when Sherb left the house, Centross pulled them aside.

“Wha-” they began to speak.

“Shh not here.” Centross shushed before dragging Sherbert back to their own house. once the two of them were safely in the doors, Centross began, “I have a sneaking suspicion who did this to Rae, but I need evidence. You in?”

Their eyes were fierce. Fiercer than ever been, even under corruption, “They. Will. Pay.”

Last time Sherbert's anger was been hot, fiery, and full of smoke. Now Sherb’s anger was an ice-cold dagger, digging into your skin, one thousand slow painful deaths from various poisons. It was enough to scare the battle-hardened reaper.

They grabbed various potions, mostly invisibility, but few harming and slowness if they ran into trouble. taking off their armor and splashing on the invisibility potions. The two of them ran off to Ven’s.

The two quietly snuck through the tunnels, ensuring that they were silent as possible. They were sneaking long until they heard Ven’s voice.

“-don’t have to worry about him anymore”

“Perfect I can already feel myself getting stronger. Soon we will be able to go anywhere together.” an unfamiliar voice replied.

“That’s great! that’s… amazing!” Ven cheerfully replied. Turning the corner, the two watched Ven and the strange man walked over to the house. Centross wondered if he was perhaps the man Chaos mentioned.

Walking over to where the two of them stood they open the door to find a room full of skulk.

“Do you think that’s proof enough?” Centross whispered to Sherb.

“It’s enough for me.” They said coldly.

Carefully guarding the two of them away from the Centross planned, “We need to find the mirror first if we have the mirror, and can prove that Ven was the one holding onto the mirror everyone else will be on our side.”

“Okay, and how do we find the mirror?”

“You have those potion skills of yours will use invisibility and sweep the house.” Centross pointed out.

***

Rae’s mind was a maze, a blender of Enderian’s memories, his childhood, the worst moments of last time, and the whispers of his loved ones fretting over him. He could’ve sworn he heard Sherbert’s voice, screaming at him to live as warm, fuzzy feelings spread over his body. his dreams sometimes will fade away with the smell of spore blossoms, which always seemed to cling to Aax, or perhaps the smell of all the books and sunflowers as Caspian’s soft voice guided him to peace. The familiar smell of Atlas, which he knew from crying on her for far too many nights. nothing and everything was clear at the same time. He was warm for the first time in what felt like forever a part of him knew that the warmth was bad and that it would harm him, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind.

Rae my child you must awake!

Rae felt all the pain at once, the burning ache of his back, and his elytra, the stabbing ache in his arm.

Coughing, he tried to sit up. “Shhh, Rae you’re ok lay back down,” Caspian’s, voice soft as gentle hands brought him back down to the pillow.

“C-Cas…”

“Don’t speak you’re ok.” He soothed, his hands gently brushing Rae’s hair. Rae heard the door gently open and the quiet feat of Aax.

“Here you go some water and then I’ll give you some regeneration.” the olm hybrid, said gently, lifting up Rae and placing the bottle on his lips. the cool, water, soothed his sore throat and fuzzed his mind once again.

***

The next day Sherbert returned to Banner Fam's house. They and Centross had been unsuccessful at the beginning of their search for the mirror, but that doesn’t mean they were going to give up. They were going to prove that Ven had been the one to hurt Rae.

Gently knocking on the door, knowing access sensitive hearing would pick it up anyway Sherbert called out, “I’ve brought more potions!”

Aax of course is the one to open the door, Sherbert wondered if Caspian had even left Rae’s side for a moment.

“He woke up for a moment the other day,” the olm told them.

“He did that’s great! Did he say anything?”. Not only did that mean his brother was okay, but he could also figure out who had done this.

“No he tried to speak, but his voice was too weak,” spoke Caspian as they entered the bedroom.

“I see well same instructions as before. Also, try to get some food into him. Potions are not a sustainable diet. You might be tempted to use golden apples, but those can overload the system so it’s better to use smaller simpler foods like bread and potato.” Sherbert instructed, felt like they had given this speech before, or perhaps someone else had given it to them.

“How do you know that?” Caspian wondered.

“I don’t know I just do but it’s useful. It helps my brother.” they explained, “and if he gives any hints as to who did this to him to tell me, I want to help with their punishment.”

“only if you promise to do the same,” Aax said pulling, two axes out in a threat to whoever had done this.

“So far the only lead I’ve got is from Centross. He thinks the person who has the mirror most likely did this to Rae, considering he doesn’t have the skulk anymore.” Sherbert shared.

“That does make sense.” Caspian mused.

The three of them chatted for a little longer before Sherbert decided to return home to continue working on potions.

“What are you guys think?” they dared to ask everything.

Sus sus sus Ven sus Ven /neg I want Rae to be ok we should bonk Ven Ven is sus

“It seems for once you’re all in agreement” they chuckled as everything continue to ramble about their distaste for Ven.

[bridgertonbabe]

And I’m back…

I’m not sorry 😂

So we know Sophie’s got issues with her body and we know Benedict loves her regardless of how she looks…

How would he show her and make her feel better after giving birth and feeling like she’s huge and unattractive and maybe thinking Ben doesn’t want her anymore??

*Trigger Warning: this post contains mentions of body and related self-esteem issues*

Following Charlie's birth, Sophie would be so overjoyed with the newborn they had waited so long for that she spends the first six weeks or so in a little love bubble, not thinking about anything else beyond her beautiful son. However one day Sophie catches sight of her reflection as she steps out of the shower and for the first time since having Charlie she realises just how much her body has changed. She knew her postpartum belly wouldn't recede right away by any means; but as she stared long and hard at the newly formed paunch she was suddenly hit with the tidal wave of insecurity that had last affected her during her late teens when she had been dating Fletcher.

She couldn't get her head around the fact that this was what her body now looked like and she began comparing herself to Daphne and Kate, both of whom seemed to have effortlessly bounced right back into their pre-baby figures. That was on top of the fact that her two sisters-in-law had both had multiple pregnancies - how did their bodies look so good while in her eyes Sophie's own body resembled a pile of wobbly lard?

Even though the rational part of her brain tried to reason with her that her postpartum body was perfectly natural and that she shouldn't be so hard on herself, the cruel viper-like voices in her head argued otherwise and made her self-esteem crumble away. From then on she tried her best to work off her post-pregnancy body; she'd wrap Charlie in a baby sling and go for long walks in the woods around My Cottage, she'd do lunges and squats while getting her newborn to bring up wind or settle him, and whenever Benedict was looking after Charlie or getting dinner ready she'd lock herself in the bathroom and sneak in some stomach crunches despite the discomfort she felt in her abdomen whenever she tried them.

Much to her chagrin however after a couple of months she looked in the mirror and her body seemed completely unchanged from all the efforts she had gone to. She could have sworn her belly had actually gotten bigger and the longer she stared at it the more it seemed to taunt her. She considered cutting down her portions but her rational brain had a loud enough voice to point out what had happened last time she had come to that decision and how that had been the start of her downward spiral of her love of food. She knew it wasn't a good idea to humour that again, but even if she tried Benedict would pick up on it considering he had insisted on making all of their meals since Charlie had been born. It definitely wouldn't go by unnoticed by him if she started leaving her plate unfinished or even skipping meals, and the last thing she wanted to do was give him any cause for concern.

Her silent frustrations with her body image continued as she tried to up the ante with her exercises - but it all came to a head one day when she was in the shower. She heard the bathroom door open and figured Benedict was going to brush his teeth or grab something from the cabinet; but instead the shower door opened.

"Hey-"

"Oh!" Sophie gasped and instinctively flung herself into a corner with her arms wrapped around herself as best she could to shield her body from him, though she still felt utterly mortified being naked in front of him with her back and bare bottom to him.

"Soph, it's just me!" he laughed off, presuming he had done nothing more than make her jump when she wasn't expecting it.

"Oh, uh, I know." she quivered in response as she continued to face into the wall.

"Hope you don't mind me jumping in," he continued and she heard the shower door close behind him, "but I've just put Charlie down and thought I'd join you-"

"Oh no, that's okay." she replied hurriedly after hearing the suggestive tone in his voice. "I was just about to get out,"

"Really? Because I was thinking of keeping you in here a little longer," he hummed into her ear and she felt his hands rest on her hips-

"Ben, don't touch me!" she exclaimed - and just like that, despite the running of the shower head above them, the air suddenly turned still.

His hands flinched off from her hips and she heard him take a step back, and despite the fact she was turned away from him she could feel his eyes staring into her, no doubt with shock for the harsh rejection she had just resorted to.

"Soph?" he called to her uncertainly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." she responded immediately, desperate to kerb the painful awkwardness she had just inflicted between them.

"Can... can you at least look at me?"

"I... no. It's fine, Ben. I'm just... I'll be out in a second."

But still the tension hung in the air despite Sophie's internal pleas begging for him to just leave so she could grab a towel and cover her body and protect his eyes from the state her figure was in.

"Soph; are you scared for me to see you naked?"

As soon as the question had left his mouth she had tensed up, her arms wrapping around herself even tighter in what she was sure was a pathetically embarrassing attempt of hugging herself to console the ongoing humiliation this moment was turning out to be.

"Sophie," she heard him breathe her name with the realisation that her body language had answered the question.

"Please, Ben." she swallowed tightly. "I just need you to not look, okay? I'm gross. My body looks awful. It's not attractive and I don't want you to see me this way and I've been trying so so hard to work the baby weight off but it's not happening quick enough and-"

"Soph."

She stilled as she realised he had stepped forward right behind her again, his voice close to her ear but not too near to cause her discomfort.

"I want to see you." he told her.

"Ben," she shook her head, despairing at the thought of what his facial reaction would be if she dared to turn to face him.

"You couldn't make me stop looking at you even if you tried." he spoke gently. "There is nothing about you that I wouldn't want to see. You are and always will be the most beautiful woman in the world, and there's nothing that could ever stop me from being attracted to you, from wanting you, from loving you. Okay? So please; please turn around and let me see you."

Slowly but surely with every word he uttered she had felt her insecurity-driven resolve melting away, the abundant love he had for her in his voice soothing her of the fear that he would no longer be attracted to her or ever want to be intimate with her again as a result of her newly-changed body.

And so she unfurled the arms she had wrapped around herself protectively, she let her shoulders relax, and after taking a hesitant breath she turned around to face her husband. However as soon as she did she felt a twinge of regret as she took in the sight of her husband's well-toned physical form and became self-conscious once again because why would someone as physically fit as Benedict ever regard her with her changed body with any desire?

"Hey, whatever it is you're thinking; stop it." Benedict told her at once, knowing instantly his wife was getting in her own head.

"You don't get it." she shook her head and averted her eyes away from his. "I mean look at your physique and then look at mine." she gave a wobbly sigh. "You look like that while my body's-"

"Incredible."

Sophie gave a self-deprecating snort at her husband's pity and rolled her eyes, only for Benedict to cup her face and turn her to meet his gaze.

"Don't you understand just how much I adore your body?" he tenderly addressed her. She opened her mouth to make a self-effacing reply only to gasp when his other hand rested on her abdomen. "This is the body that carried our son for nine months. Watching your body change to accommodate him was nothing short of awe-inspiring. To me it's your body's own form of magic. This," he said and caressed her soft belly, "this only makes you more amazing, Sophie. I thought I revered you before but this has made me love you even more. You're an absolute wonder and I thank the stars above that I get to be with you."

She hadn't been expecting such an impassioned speech and she certainly hadn't anticipated the heartfelt words he had used to explain just how much she and her changed body meant to him. Her mouth had become dry as she listened to everything he said and gazed into his eyes as she accepted the sincerity of his words.

"And I am so so sorry for ever letting you think that my love for you could ever change," he continued, his voice breaking from a sense of guilt that pained Sophie to hear, "or that your body changing would ever change my feelings for you,"

"No, no, no, Ben." she quickly assured him and rested her hand over his heart. "Nothing you ever said or did made me feel like this. It was just my own insecurities coming back and making me think otherwise."

"I would never ever want you to feel self-conscious around me." he stated and resting his hand over hers. "And I am genuinely sorry if I ever did make you feel insecure - like I know I haven't initiated anything since Charlie was born but that's got nothing to do with not wanting you or not finding you attractive; I figured you'd be the one to initiate when you felt ready. But I'm sorry instead if I made you feel-"

"Ben," she sighed with a soft smile as she pressed a finger to his lips, "I already told you it wasn't anything you said or did or even didn't do. I just got stuck in my own head and let those insecurities convince me that I was no longer attractive and consequently would be undesirable to you. But I was wrong to ever think that, especially since you've always assured me that you love my body no matter what."

"I do." he said. "I always will."

She smiled at him and just like that all of her negative feelings simply floated away as she was reminded just by the look on Benedict's face as he regarded her that the man she married couldn't love her any less. He had provided her with utter love and devotion ever since they had gotten together, treasuring her and voicing his appreciation for her every single day, and it was this resounding admiration that had built up the confidence and assurance she had to know that what they had was everlasting. She felt silly for ever doubting that and letting the demons of her past sink their claws into her again but now that Benedict had ridden those tormenting voices with his endearing words of affection, Sophie decided she would never let those voices ever defeat her self-esteem.

She then leaned in and kissed her husband, and throwing caution to the wind she pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around him, deciding that now was as good a time as any to finally reignite the sexual intimacy she had been craving for weeks now but that had been prevented by the cruel thoughts of Benedict no longer wanting her. The insecurity-ridden voices were instantly proved wrong as Benedict passionately escalated their kissing, groping her bottom and squeezing the soft belly that she had been so self-conscious about. He focused entirely on providing her with pleasure, kissing down her body and giving specific attention to her tummy to prove just how much he desired her in spite of the apprehension she had suffered from. By the time they stumbled out of the shower to carry things on in bed and had finally worn themselves out, Sophie was more than satiated and at ease with herself, and as Benedict dozed off with his hand resting on her abdomen she knew she would never have any misgivings about the way her husband viewed her body ever again.

[min-yunki-agustd]

How about Jin having stomach ache, probably he ate something bad, and now at Hoseok's party he doesn't feels well, but he already promised him to be there and after his third cup of alcohol he really vegans feeling sick, he end up throwing up, and leaving early with the pretext of being tired and bored.

Hoseok know Jin had mentioned before he had had a stomach ache or something like that, so he decides to visit him next morning just to find one of his best friends and older bro, past out in the bathroom floor, he had vomit all night long and awful diarrhea too.

He takes Jin to the ER they gave him some IV and back to Jin's apartment Hoseok feels bad for him and decides to stay there with him to take care of him.

2seok please! Thanks! Love Seokjin and Hoseok energy together

I definitely need this lol! I really like this. It's quite thought out and I could see this really happening. Thanks for requesting I hope you enjoy it!. I love the hobi and Jin dynamic too! This went perfectly with the recent events.

Sick: Jin

Caretaker: Hoseok

Tw: Emeto, V****, nausea, Mentions of sc*t

Word count: 1,824

Rating: K+

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I don't know how but for some reason my computer decided to delete everything I wrote. (eye twitches)

Jin sits at the furthest table in the corner of the room. He reads a webtoon comic, and every so often he'd take a sip of his wine. He hadn't been feeling all that well. He believes it has to do with the lunch he had. The meat seemed a tad bit undercooked but he ignored it and ate anyway. It was far too late to consider going home. He promised hoseok he'd be there. Jin knew that it meant a lot to hosoek that he was there. So their jin sat, drinking glass after glass. It wasn't until the third glass that he began feeling incredibly nauseous. His stomach swirled and his mouth filled with a sickening amount of saliva. He got up quickly to head to the bathroom. Upon entering the hall his cheeks fill with sickness and he begins running. To his luck, no one was in the hall or the bathroom. He kicked open the door to the bathroom stall and he dropped down to his knees. He knew he was gonna feel that in the morning. As soon as he looks at the toilet his body jerks forward with a retch. All of the alcohol he'd just consumed came straight up. Which was really tough for him with how strong the drink was. When he came up for air his head was swirling and he was very hot. His stomach turned and he was right back at it. His lunch came up next, undigested chunks of meat and rice hit the bottom of the toilet. The sight and splash in the toilet promoted another round, and another, and another. He ended up throwing up everything he'd ever eaten that day. After a few dry gags, he felt nausea die down a bit. He sat back on the floor with his back against the door. His stomach was aching and his throat was burning from the force of vomiting. He sat for a moment collecting himself. Once he felt well enough to stand he did so and made a slow pace walk for the sink. He threw water onto his face, He had to go home now. He couldn't be here any longer. Though his nausea died down a bit he doesn't feel finished. He was feeling lots of things at the moment. His stomach was beginning to bubble, and he'd rather be home feeling this awful.

He came back to the party and found hoseok pouring himself a drink. Namjoon was also there. Talking loudly into hoseok's ear every now and then. Jin approached them. " hey guys? , I think I'm gonna have to go for the night, I think I have a stomach ache and I'm really really tired." Jin says. " ahhh, well it was really nice having you hyung." hobi says hugging jin with one hand and holding his glass with the other. Namjoon hugged him as well and told him goodbye. Jin had no energy left at all. He slowly shuffled down the hall to the elevator. The elevator's movement jostling his stomach was something he really didn't need right now. He had to keep it together. He called up his shofar while he wait for the elevator to The last floor. A slightly intoxicated namjoon whispers to hoseok, "hyungs probably just bored, since this isn't really his thing. and he probably really is tired from working on his solo music." namjoon yells into hosoeks ear over the loud music. " your probably right, hyung should get some rest." hoseok yells. The two go back to partying. The ride home was awful. His stomach lower was giving him signals that he should really get to a bathroom. The nausea was also starting to amp back up. Once he's home he burst threw his door after unlocking it as fast as he could. Once he got in he went straight for his sink. Nausea came back super quick. He threw up alittle bit in his sink. Jin rested his head on the side of the sink as he tried to catch his breath. He felt a rumble, and his tummy made a weird, loud noise. He wishes he could rest in one place longer but his stomach was telling him he needs to move. He ran for his guest bathroom, knowing he wouldn't make it any further than that. A powerful surge came as soon as he sat down. He holds both arms against his middle. He stayed that way until it tapered off. His nausea never really went away so as soon as he was finished, he had to switch right back and forth. He kept going back and forth between sitting and hovering. But after a while, his lower stomach stopped hurting so much. Leaving him vomiting for the rest of the night. Throwing up so much left his head hurting. The nice clothes he had picked out for the party were now drenched in sweat and vomit. He'd rest his head on the floor for a while, he'd feel that painful familiar feeling in his stomach and he'd have to get up and throw his head back over the toilet. At some point, late in the morning hours After retching up air and spitting, he felt his body sway back and forth and his vision went dark. He doesn't recall anything happening after that. What he does remember is Hoseok coming in at some point and shaking him before he lost consciousness again. He regains full consciousness when he's in a moving car. His body lay awkward in the passenger's seat as he see hoseok driving fast. It was disorienting to go from being in a bathroom to a fast-moving car and not knowing what happened in between. Once he could get his eyes to focus on the things in fronts of him like the car's vents blowing cool air onto him and the windows he tries speaking up. He asks hoseok what was happening and hoseok explains that there going to a hospital. Jin was feeling awful so he didn't ask any more questions. He felt terrible everything hurt, and his stomach was nauseous and painfully empty.

Hoseok pov

The party is early in the morning. Everyone had gone home and with the help of some sober members and staff they cleaned up the place a He thought about going home and geting some sleep but he remembered Jin and how he went home earlier, he said he was tired but hoseok could remember something about his stomach ache. He figured he'd check up on him, he hoped that he'd be well rested and feeling better but he was greeted by silents when he knocked on jin's door. He shot him a few text messages and even tried to call him a few times. He began to get worried so he went back to his car and grabbed the key jin gave him in case of emergency. He opened up and he saw Jin's stuff on the floor and a horrible smell coming from the sink. " HYUNG?" he yells out. Still no response. He began searching around the house, and he stumbled upon the guest bathroom with the door cracked open. He peeked inside. He sees his hyung layout on the floor in an awkward position. "hyung!" He gets closer and tries to shake the older man awake. It does work. He tries yelling and shaking him. Jin's eyes opened for a split second and then they closed again. At least he knows he's alive he thinks. jin gave hoseok quite a scare. "I'm taking you to the hospital hyung!" hoseok yells. He tries lifting the other man. It's hard to get him up at first. He feels like dead weight when hoseok lifts him. He manages to get him. He stumbles out of the house with his hyung in his grasp and he places his hyung into the passenger seat of his car. Closing the door, but not before strapping him in.

End POV

Now that Jin was fully awake, he was not having a good time. his body was tourchering him. His stomach was in a knot, and he was feeling nauseous, and disoriented. Jin mention that he started feeling nauseous and hoseok pulled over the car and stopped for a bit so he could get a break. " Thanks, I just need this nausea to pass for a moment," jin says, shakily holding onto the car's exterior handle. Hosoek helps him step out of the car to get some fresh air. " It's ok hyung, but as soon as you're ready to go let me know, we need to get you to a hospital to make sure you are ok. Jin could not respond he felt a gag come up his throat. It took him by surprise. He scare the daylights out of hoseok who jumped back and asked him if he was alright. The gag wasn't productive. hoseok was quite thankful for that. after a short while, they got back in and drove off. this time the ride wasn't so long. they made it to the hospital and Jin was checked in. They got him to a bed in an open space, checked him out, and asked about his symptoms and what had happened. hoseok finds out about how Jin was sick at the party and how he had been up all night puking and dealing with the runs. The doctor and nurse explained that it was most likely due to dehydration and exertion that he passed out. They also discovered that he had a bad case of food poisoning which caused him to have such a ruff night. They check his temp and his blood pressure and they put him on Iv for his dehydration. Hoseok gives him company and snacks while they wait for the results of a few more tests. After an hour of having Iv fluids, Hoseok notices that Jin is looking a lot better. He's not sure if he's feeling much better because he has yet to tell a dad joke but hoseok's hoping that he is and that he's just too tired to joke. Jin rested for a bit while being on the iv fluids. After being on it for a total of three hours straight, he was given positive results and discharged to rest at home.

The pain in Jin's stomach was still present but at least now he wasn't so weak and shaky. The pain was bearable now. Hoseok takes his hyung back home. Hosoek felt like his hyung wasn't well enough to be home alone so he stayed at Seokjin's house, keeping him company. Jin would rest for a little bit then he'd wake up and watch a movie with hoseok or eat lunch and then fall back asleep for another nap. Having hoseok there when he woke up every time jin would fall asleep made him feel safe, and relaxed allowing him to get the rest he needed.

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I hope you enjoyed thanks for the request!

[sammysamstuff]

a twink is literally a more or less defined term in gay jargon as "a gay male who is young (typically between 18-25) with boyish qualities (read: smooth/little to no bodyhair)" (and usually white and fashionable) (the same way "bear" is a jargon term denoting gay men who are fat and got body hair). it's got nothing inherently to do with being "weak" or "feminine" or even a bottom. it's got even less to do inherently with kink, so idk what your point was with that because it could be easily (mis)understood as you calling gay sex in general already kink. like it was a very weird jump to make in your argument.

on the topic of Will, he just straight up falls out of the very definition due to being older and quite scruffy.

like you've got a point with people needing to stop equating being a bottom to being weak, feminine, submissive and so on (plenty of twink tops out there in the world) but the way your post is worded, it comes across as incredibly confusing and self-serving (partially because i've also never seen the takes you're criticising anywhere before but that might just be me being in my bubble).

anyway long story short: twink just means a young, boyish gay man. will falls out of that category. very confusing post of yours.

Yes, I’m well aware of the meaning of the term “twink”. But thank you for the condescending ask in any case, anon, I’m a bisexual man in a mlm relationship, so I’m well aware of the terminology.

It’s clear like you said so yourself that you haven’t read the posts I’m referring to, but I’ve seen and read them and they were made by fairly popular accounts here. If you have indeed seen it and is playing stupid, well…

Not only the posts but the replies and the notes in both posts were clearly written by people who have no idea what they’re talking about and yet insist on trying to tell the fandom what to ship, how to ship it and most importantly, judging people negatively whether they use the term twink to look at/speak about Will Graham and “how twink is a fetishising term” that “should not be applied to him because it denotes “feminine, weak, submissive” which he’s not because he’s got “veiny arms” and is “scruffy” also “how could anybody think Will Graham could ever be a Twink bottom” “so disgusting” etc. Needless to say, everything in “” was in the replies and in the post itself.

Those posts were also saying that if you imagine Will Graham as a twink you’re fetishizing mlm relationships and you shouldn’t and how could you bla bla bla.

My post was in direct response to those posts and those replies. It’s not self-serving at all, I’ve posted the commentary of a gay man, who engages in sub-dom sex play and who is a bottom and who is explaining that there’s an equal power play in both sides. So if you consider yourself a twink and has a daddy and engage in power play, for instance, that doesn’t make you weak. Various arguments in the replies in one of the posts was “imagine thinking that Will Graham with those veiny arms would be some weak twink sub”. Being a twink, bottom, boy, pup, doesn’t make anybody weak or feminine, get it??

So yeah. Nice huh?? Such a nice fandom police we have.

Twink is a term that could be applied to Will Graham, or Hannibal Lecter and many other characters, it all depends on how you personally view them, it has nothing to do with canon. When I read my fics or imagine a young, skinny Will Graham I don’t imagine Hugh Dancy, but some of his traits are present but it’s not him. The same way that I when I imagine a young Hannibal Lecter, I don’t imagine Mads Mikkelsen, but a young, boyish (from my own imagination) Hannibal Lecter. So they can be twinks in my imagination if I want, in the fics I read or write.

Have you read the many different universes and descriptions of Will Graham across the fandom? Also, if he’s older and scruffy, I can also call him Twink ironically, if we’re following the definition of the term, I’m allowed to use irony and humour to play with my favourite characters. We call Will and Hannibal DILFS and that’s fun, but we can’t call them twinks because that’s feminine, weak, bottomy and not what they are at all? Like it’s offensive???? Pffttt please.

[thoughtsonyaoi]

del4

jujutsu nonsense where i take "six eyes" literally. i had three working copies of this and (1) why (2) they were all bad

“Do you notice that they tend to have a lot of eyes?” asked Shoko.

“What?”

“The curses,” Shoko explained. “They have a lot of eyes. I think that’s the most eyes I’ve seen on one yet.”

That much was true. The one in front of them appeared to have upwards of fifty. The eyes covered the entirety of its obscene, bulbous body, big and small alike, darting in every direction with barely concealed furiousness. Every other second a few of them would look in Suguru and Shoko’s direction and fix them with a hateful glare. The whites of its eyes were laced with visibly swollen vessels. Suguru wondered what this one did. Maybe if someone looked at it too long, it would stare them to death.

Suguru knelt down and placed a hand against the curse’s body. It made a gurgling noise in response, like a muddy, bubbling marsh, and Suguru quickly squeezed all of it down into the black orb that was the form in which he ingested all the curses he controlled. He observed the gleam upon its surface for a second, bracing himself for the taste, then swallowed it whole in one well-practiced gesture – mouth open, insertion, down the gullet. He considered this attempt at absorption a resounding success; not all of them were this painless.

“That was fast, even more than usual,” Shoko commented, her eyebrows raised.

“I’ve been getting a lot of practice lately,” Suguru shrugged. There was still a faint aftertaste. He rummaged in his pockets for a stick of gum, and they left to look for Satoru shortly thereafter.

They met with him outside the building. He emerged from the other wing, with a rather large cut on the bottom of his left jaw. It was bleeding so badly they could see the wound from far away, bright red and running down the side of his neck.

“Heeeaaal meeeee,” he whined at Shoko as soon as he caught sight of her, waving his long arms to get her attention. “Hurry up! Do you want my beautiful face to be disfigured?”

“You’re so vain,” scowled Shoko. He stood still as she gingerly held her hands to his face, careful not to touch him at all. Suguru pulled out his handkerchief and placed it into Satoru’s outstretched palm. The blood wasn’t visible against the pitch blackness of his school uniform, but Suguru could smell it, warm and metallic.

“It’s not like you to get careless,” remarked Suguru.

“I wasn’t careless,” said Satoru, rolling his eyes. “Just got caught off guard, that’s all.”

“That,” said Suguru, “is the definition of careless.”

He suggested that they return to school so Satoru could get cleaned up, but Satoru protested, saying that he was hungry. He mopped up his wound with Suguru’s handkerchief and tossed the bloodied thing back at Suguru, who looked at it silently, contemplating for a good few moments whether to throw it away before sighing and stuffing it into his other, empty, pocket. They then took a cab back downtown, flagging one down from the pavement. Shoko kept the receipt so they could pass it off as mission expenses afterwards, and they had an early dinner at a Turkish restaurant before going shopping and then taking a cab again back to school, all of the receipts for which Shoko kept as well.

“You should still get that checked out,” Suguru told Satoru when they finally got back to the dorms. “There might be some cursed energy still lingering around the wounded area.”

“Forget that,” Satoru scoffed. “Come in.”

He pulled Suguru towards him as soon as they entered the room. No matter how many times he did it, Suguru’s fingers always trembled slightly whenever he undressed Satoru; the nerve of Satoru, really, to sit there on the edge of his days-unmade bed and watch idly as Suguru fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Suguru’s mouth, only to pull away and laugh softly when Suguru tried to return the favour. Annoyed, Suguru tugged sharply at the collar of Satoru’s jacket and pulled it away to show his displeasure, his fingers coming off tacky with dried blood. He concentrated on the buttons anew. Satoru seemed to take some pleasure in watching him struggle, and it wasn’t until Suguru finally did away with the top few buttons that he closed a hand over Suguru’s left wrist, scraping gently at the skin with his nails. He followed Suguru’s gaze to the open patch of skin that had been exposed.

There was something that Suguru had imagined often enough that he thought it would escape the confines of his mind and eventually become reality someday. His shaking hands holding Satoru’s shirt open, and there, in the middle of his chest, a sliver would be carved vertically into it, just barely visible and roughly an inch long. In Suguru’s delusions, the skin pulled in on itself a few times in quick succession, as if it were a creature that had suddenly become aware that it was being observed. It expanded along the crease, parting to reveal an eyeball that was just like the real thing, if not actually the real thing, looking right back at Suguru in lazy recognition, the iris a pale, luminescent blue like Satoru’s own eyes. In this faux state of mesmirisation, Suguru imagined himself reaching out an involuntary hand and running a finger along the side of the organ. Again the folds of skin surrounding it contracted slightly. In Suguru’s mind, it looked like it was recoiling – with disgust or annoyance or discomfort or some other emotion – Suguru did not know why he thought what he thought.

The hand that Satoru had closed around Suguru’s wrist tightened, his thumb now moving in lazy but firm strokes against Suguru’s wristbones, forwards and backwards. Suguru blinked. There was no eye lodged in Satoru’s chest, only skin that was so pale Suguru thought he could see the blue veins beneath it.

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Shoko had only been partially right, about the eyes. Maybe it was her lack of practical experience with curses – she did most of her work in the labs, after all – but Suguru, who had amassed hundreds of curses and nursed them inside his own body since before he understood what his talent was for, knew otherwise. Curses were hostile, all of them, and similarly all had a number of irregularities in appearance that indicated that they were distinctly inhuman, and which served to make them seem more frightening, but the link between physiology and demeanour was tenuous at best. No, it wasn’t about the eyes themselves, but rather, about the intensity of such a watchful hostility.

Back in the countryside where he lived out most of his childhood, curses commonly took the form of wild animals and pests that would often infringe on the houses and farms in the neighbourhood, ruining the crops. Sometimes they were deformed bastardisations of the original creature in question. Other than that, there were the few shapeless things that would lurk in the shadows. Curses, after all, reflected the fears of those who conjured them, and limits on imagination were limits on presentation. When he moved to Tokyo, however, he was taken aback by the number of curses that looked nothing like any living creature in particular. Humanoid some of these city curses were, with the ability to walk on two legs, and others looked like they walked out of an illustrated volume of otherworldly oddities, but what astonished Suguru most was the fact that they were always shrewdly watching. Back in the village, some of the curses were downright daft, caught unawares whenever Suguru got close to them; in the city, no matter where he managed to find curses, they’d spot him first, though he’d learnt to sniff out their presence over time.

Suguru eventually concluded that the prevalence of this sort of behaviour in curses that inundated the city had to do with the increase in the population density. The negativity that emanated from humans took shape depending on the subject of and rationale behind their hatred. In the city, Suguru had found when he first moved there, there was nothing but an abundance of people, rubbing up against one another like sardines in a can. There were no inconveniences, unlike in the countryside where everything was too far apart and far too low in quantity, but the downside was that people were constantly getting in each other’s way, their hopes and desires chafing up against one another, resulting in an unceasing friction.

Hence the paranoia. All that irrational, negative energy from the city’s millions of inhabitants solidified into being, and adopted a malevolent sense of purpose that most people would not usually – consciously – act on. “There’s something watching me,” said many a client who had previously come knocking on the academy’s door, requesting what they thought were religious services, “I just know it. I can’t see it, I just know.”

Having researched curses and other mythological beings as part of the work he did at the academy, he found that humans, regardless of their geographical, historical, or cultural origin, were preoccupied with the idea of an existence that was more powerful than they were. Suguru’s own real-life experience of curses notwithstanding, similar sightings were recorded throughout history, whether real or imagined – ghosts or demons that were larger in size and more powerful in strength, or had multiple eyes or faces that combined with the property of having multiple appendages that had the effect of allowing them to perceive and torment with greater ease. In some civilisations, benign gods were described in the same way, performing the same functions for a benign purpose. And then there were the curses that were the result of negativity directed towards gods themselves. Suguru had a few under his command – they were not easy to control. It made Suguru wonder what the difference between good and evil was, if higher beings that represented both these extremes were equally feared.

Suguru had always been partial to absorbing curses that he felt had the disposition of a pet or a familiar as opposed to those that were humanoid in appearance, even if that was not quite the attitude to be taking with any curse in general. Maybe he was the only one who felt this way because he was the only sorcerer he knew with his particular set of powers. Curses harnessed so much negativity and fear within them, but even so, Suguru had little choice; being the first person he knew to possess the ability to manipulate them, there was no instruction manual for him when it came to picking and choosing which ones to utilise, let alone judging whether different types of curses would have any kind of impact on him at all in the long run.

Over a long period of trial and error, this pattern emerged. He couldn’t explain why; it was just a gut feeling, he supposed, an intuition that the ones modelled after animals or other existing creatures seemed easier to manipulate, and with some dangerous implication, easier to like, or that the purpose behind their existence was deemed more easily forgivable, that they did not resemble him, that they reminded him of home, or that when he absorbed them the taste was milder and afterwards he did not feel like his insides were being rent through a shredder, eviscerated.

[todoshotoroki]

𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉, 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, edging, smudge of angst, mentions of Bakugou, f reader x jealous Todoroki.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 2.4k

   It wasn't fair. This wasn't at all fair, and it wasn't your fault either. At least you didn't think you did anything wrong. You didn't expect for your usually soft-spoken, gentle boyfriend to be so upset with you the second you walked into your dorm. He was unusually quiet, more so than normal. When you had sat down next to him on the bed, you lay a gentle hand on his shoulder with a concerned frown. “Sho? Are you alright?” His eyes were covered from his bangs, the hand you placed on his shoulder coming up to gently scoop them out of his eyes, only then did he look up at you.

   “No. Not really” He admitted coldly, his eyebrows furrowing as his hand found its place on your calf, his warm fingers slowly trailing down to grip your ankle. To be honest, you should have seen it coming when he yanked your leg, pulling you over into his lap. To say the sudden position flustered you was a bit of an understatement, but you were still concerned about your boyfriends sour expression. And you had yet to get an explanation. “What's wrong? Tell me?”

   You squirmed to get more comfortable in his lap, your hands now settled on his shoulders. Shoto sighed, as if in disappointment, and his own fingers curled around your waist, gently but firmly grasping your hips. “How do you not know, darling?” His voice was quiet, but stern as one hot, one cold hand slowly drifted downwards, slipping under your skirt and tracing the line of your lace panties.

   As much as you tried to focus on what you could have done to emit such a reaction from your boyfriend, it was clear to you now that his intentions were not so innocent. “After all, it’s all your fault.” He admitted, though his eyes weren't looking at you as he leaned up against the pillows on the bed. He was watching as his hand drifted to the front of your skirt, flipping it up over your hips. A small, content sigh fell past his lips and his eyebrows furrowed as he got a good look at the cute lace adorning your skin. You were just so pretty.

   “Let me” His whispered, his fingers already curling to pull your panties to the side. Todoroki couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek to conceal the groan bubbling in his chest at the sight of your bare cunt leaving a wet spot on his sweatpants.

   You let out a shaky breath, gripping his shoulders tighter as the hands on your hips began to rock your waist against his. You released a quiet moan as you felt the pressure of his hard cock through his pants, leaning forward, you rested your chin against his shoulder. “What did I do? Sho-” His name leaving your mouth ended in a moan as you ground your hips into his, desperately seeking more friction. 

   Too bad his hands tightened around your waist to pause your movements, as if you had suddenly reminded him of how angry he was supposed to be at you.

   “I should punish you” He responded, completely ignoring your question. You almost weren't sure if he had heard you correctly, but the fingernails digging into your waist said otherwise. Well, you definitely heard him, and his uncharacteristically demanding tone set every part of your body ablaze.  Before you were given the time to respond, he flipped you around in his lap, cherishing the small ‘oomph-’ that left your lips in the process. 

   “P-punish me?”

   Luckily, now that you were not facing him, he could give the faintest hint of a smile behind his smirking.

   “Don't be afraid honey, I could never be mean to you” Although his tone was laced with kindness and warmth, underlying his voice was a condescending double standard, one that sent a shiver up your spine as he pulled your back flush against his chest. “Up” His hot breath fanned across the back of your neck, making the rest of your body rise with goosebumps.

   You lifted your hips, and he tauntingly pulled your panties down your legs, teasingly tracing them across your skin to bring them back up. “Good girl” You could hear the smile in his voice as he purred, making your cheeks redder then they already were. He set his hands back down on your hips. “Oh. though, you haven't been very good today I suppose” 

   You squirmed in his lap, frowning at the reminder that there's something you did to deserve this. Even more now, did you want to find out. You had never seen Shoto like this before, so teasing. He was always such a giver when it came to sexual activities. “I’m sorry Sho, whatever I did I'm sorry” Your voice was already running out of breath. How pathetic.

   “Oh? And what exactly did you do, Y/n? Do you even know?” As you shifted your hips once more, Todoroki's hand slipped between the two of you, his fingers tightly gripping his sweatpants and boxers and pulling them down enough for his hard cock to slap between your plush thighs. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his naked skin against your own, even if both of you were still technically still clothed. “I don't.. Please, tell me” You asked quietly.

   Todoroki hummed, his fingers unbuttoning the shirt of your school uniform expertly as he pondered his response. “No. Figure it out yourself” He demanded, pulling your shirt down your sides and tossing it across the room. You frowned, biting your tongue as your face creased thoughtfully, distractedly. 

   You could barely even remember what you did today, with how his warm hand inched closer to your clit like that. 

   “This isn’t fair” You protested, gripping onto the arm he had circled around your waist to keep your backside flush with his chest. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, getting the perfect view of his jawline. “I think it's fair” He responded, his fingers reaching between the two of you, gripping onto his cock to align the tip with your clit. 

   You could feel the tip of Shoto’s hard cock pulsing against your clit, and the way you instinctively ground your hips against his made the rest of his cock wet with your juices. Your boyfriend could act tough all he wanted, but the way his eyes were fixated on the sight between you and the small gasp that left his lips were telltale signs of how much he was truly enjoying his time teasing you. 

   Apparently you had been caught staring, because you were met with heterochromia eyes and flushed cheeks looking right back at you. The teasing smile that graced his lips made you want to get on your knees thank whatever god put you in this position. “Enjoying yourself?” He whispered, tilting his head forward to press his lips against yours, pulling away just enough to give you room to respond. “Yes” You admitted quietly, pressing your lips to his.

   His lips were so soft, and his tongue grazed your bottom lip. As soon as you opened your mouth to give him entry, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours with a suddenly serious, stern, cold glare. “You shouldn't be” The arm he tightened around your waist lifted your hips, suddenly aligning his cock and swiftly piercing himself into you. Both of you let out a gasp of ecstasy, Todoroki’s hands tightening on your hips. 

   “A-Ah, Sho- Shoto- ohh” Your eyelids fluttered shut, and your nails dug into the milky skin of his thighs beneath you in an attempt to ground yourself. Only he could make you feel so lightheaded and cloudy so quickly. His hot panting on the back of your neck caused a ripple to shudder through your body, your back slightly arching off his chest. He was quick to ground you, pulling you back against him before you could move. “No, stay, baby” He demanded softly against the crook of your neck. 

   Your insides felt like something Shoto Todoroki would never be able to experience with anybody but you. Nobody could light a flame inside his stomach like you did, you provided a warmth that he never had growing up, and one he would never find with his friends, despite how he appreciated them. They still weren't you. 

   “M-move Shoto, please” You quiet begs were met with nothing but silence. You pressed your back further into his chest, tilting your head to nuzzle at his jawline. Delicately placing kisses wherever you see fit. Todoroki had his eyes closed, but the labored breaths and the redness of his cheeks were enough to convey his emotions. “Please, please, fuck me already Sho”

   Finally, he provided a response. “Fucking is a reward, and you haven't been good” 

   You fucked up. Whatever you did, it was a fuck up.

   You could do no harm in Shoto Todoroki’s eyes, your classmates claimed you could run away with the league of villains and he would still be waiting on his knees for you to come back with open arms. 

   But he had never used this as a punishment, nor had fucking ever been a reward before. He was always soft when making love with you. 

   Your kisses slowly ceased, releasing shaky, uneven breaths against the underside of his jaw. That, mixed with the warmness of being nestled deep inside of your cunt, was almost enough for him to cum if he basked in it long enough. Though, he knew he’d be able to hold off. After all, he still couldn't get the picture of you with him out of his goddamn head. 

   “T-Todo, but I want you to..” Your words trailed off with a needy whine as your lover placed warm kisses along your cheek, then one more on your lips.

   “Tell me what you did wrong, then you can apologize for it” 

   Fuck. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of something to jog your memory. Then, your eyes landed on the orange notebook sitting on your desk. 

   Bakugou. He was jealous of your study session with Katsuki Bakugou. 

   “You.. mean, Bakugou-”

   “Bakugou?” Todoroki’s voice was laced with stone cold venom. His fingernails creased crescent shaped marks into your skin, causing you to grit your teeth and look up at him with wide eyes. “Don't you mean your precious friend Kacchan?” He practically growled in your ear, and you could feel the heat of his left hand rising as it pressed into your hip, your body freezing cold on the other side from his tight grip. 

   Oh. You DID call Bakugou by his childhood nickname. 

   You opened your mouth to reply and explain yourself, tell him that you did that to mock the nickname, but your voice was at a loss and suddenly failing you. You didn't need to speak though, because Shoto quickly filled the quietness by growling into your ear once more. “Your lucky I don't bend you over the bed and really punish you, since you want to be such a brat” 

   He meant it, you could hear it in the coldness of his voice.

   He leaned back, shoving you to sit upright in his lap and lying down on his back against the plush comforter. His hands gripped the base of your hips, and you leaned forward, gripping Todoroki’s pale, soft thighs for support. “Don't you have anything to say? Don't you want to apologize to me?” 

   His words fell on deaf ears as he finally, finally fucking rolled his hips into yours with a long, meaningful thrust. “Oh-oh fuck- just like that Sho” You leaned your head back, giving into a beautiful arch as Todoroki groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him.

   “Oh? Mmph- You mean like this?”

   He gave another hard, sensual thrust that kissed your cervix, making your legs feel like jello on each side of his hips. It was magical, the way his cock brushed against the walls of your insides with each savored stroke.

   “Turn around baby, look at me”  You scrambled to do as you were told, to make sure you were good for him. You adjusted yourself in his lap, sinking back down onto his cock as he propped both his knees up behind you for leverage. He had unbuttoned his shirt at some point, giving you access to his toned chest underneath your fingertips.

   Slowly, you began to grind your hips into his, relishing in the surprised facial expression that flew across his face at the sudden movement. “Shoo, I want you, so bad” Your eyes were watery as you pleaded with him, your desperate cunt needily sucking his cock into your plush walls. Though his tightening hold refrained anymore of your movements.

   “Say it Y/n” His tone was desperate, and his eyes were quick to portray how much he actually needed your reassurance. “Tell me your sorry. That he can't love you like I do” His eyes were half-lidded, glossy as they stared up at you. 

   Your heart sliced in half at making Todoroki feel even comparable to your explosive classmate, and you leaned forward to hover over him. As if it was instinct, his hands rested along the curve of your ass, one reaching down to brush his fingertips across your clit, ghosting over the spot where his cock was currently impaling you. “Never, never Sho, he’ll never even be able to compete, I swear.” You admitted, peppering needy kisses along his jawline. 

   “I'm sorry Shoto, I'm so sorry I made you feel that way baby” You could tell he was soaking up every word, his eyes fluttering open to look up at you every time you finished your sentence, watching you in hopes that you'd only speak more. “I love you so much, so much Sho” You leaned your forehead against his, your eyes glimmering as your lips ghosted over his. “Please forgive me Shoto, he can’t love me, can’t fuck me like you can, just please”

   “Yeah, he can't” Hearing you beg for his forgiveness must have been his breaking point, because his hips lifted up off the bed just enough to move himself inside of you, a small moan falling past his swollen lips. “I love you baby” He responded, his arms coming up to circle around your waist, in the process giving him the best angle to pull his cock out, only to thrust it back into your hot mess.

   Just when you thought your night had finally begun, Todoroki had to pause just one more time, and whisper one more dirty little command in your ear.

   “Oh, and I may be fucking you now” His words were slightly muffled as his teeth nibbled along your bottom lip.    

 “But don't you dare think about cumming tonight”   

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒:  “𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹”

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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[missallsundaes]

afab reader x rosinante donquixote (no pronouns / in skirt / one use of “good girl”) cw | being caught, exhibitionism, masturbation (rosinante), mutual masturbation, power shifts (back and forth), teasing, panty shots, ripped tights, frottage, breast play, size kink, cream pie. wc | 2130

definitely not just self indulgent porn based on a dirty dream that’s almost exactly my self insert (laughs in horny embarrassed loser)

“Commander, I have the–” You started to speak, voice cheery as you opened the door to your superior’s office, holding a stack of papers for new assignments for the ensigns under his command. Looking up over the papers mid sentence to see his eyes catch yours, a desperate expression on his face as you lost grip on the papers in your arms, the sheets fluttering to the ground like leaves falling from a tree, not making a sound– and indeed, the door behind you as it swung closed and the latch clasped shut made no sound as well. His devil fruit, carefully constructing a bubble of silence– but forgetting to lock the door, how utterly Rosinante.

“Lieutenant, I..” He stammered, his hand still hidden behind his desk, where you knew it was probably the cause for the flushed expression on his face, the indents that his teeth had left pressed into his bottom lip.

You stepped closer, carefully over the papers, left to be picked up later, “Commander Rosinante.. Are you feeling alright?” You asked, words carefully chosen to tease him, you knew full well what you had caught him doing. Making yourself comfortable in the seat that was across the desk, where you always sat across from him, you spread your legs just enough for him to get a glimpse of white panties under the dark brown pantyhose you wore over your legs. You heard a little audible noise from Rosinante, watched his adam's apple bobble in his throat as he swallowed hard.

“I’m.. feeling.. Feverish,” He lied, still frozen in place like an animal caught in a trap, his eyes flicking between the plush of your thigh and your eyes.

“Should I come take your temperature, Commander?” You said, but didn’t move, spreading your legs a little further and watching the blush spread across his cheeks as it deepened, his eyes exploring the newly exposed bits of your skin, staring at your innocent white panties, so lewdly on display for him. “Or.. Is it something else?”

You let your hand fall between your legs, following the middle seam of the pantyhose between your legs, feeling the heat of your body under your own fingertips, you would swear you saw the flex of his bicep under the blue dress shirt he was wearing as he moved his hand out of sight. You assumed he would know by now that you were fully aware of what he was doing, and a smile traced your lips as you watched his arm move, a little groan slipping past his lips.

“Maybe it’s something... I can help with?” You asked, feeling the building arousal in your core as you continued to touch yourself through your clothes for him, focused on the superior officer that you had had a crush on for so long, who you thought about when you were alone at night. He nodded, voice catching in his throat as he tried to reply, making you chuckle at him, withdrawing your hand just enough to move the pair of them to untie the neckerchief under the collar of your shirt, letting it fall loose as you started to unbutton the blouse.

His eyes followed your hands as you parted the white fabric, untucking it from the pleated blue skirt around your waist, letting it fall behind you in the chair as you slipped it over your arms, leaving your chest only covered in a thin white lace bra, nipples hard and visible through the sheer material of the lace. You let your thumbs graze over the nipples, moaning softly for him as one of your hands fell between your legs again, tracing the same seam as before, pressing gently on your clit as you watched his arm find a rhythm.

You wished you could see, imagining his fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking the length of it, precum oozing from the head as he pleased himself under his strong firm hands. You bit your own lip thinking about it, pulling your breast from the confines of the cup of your bra, squeezing the soft flesh of it and pinching your own nipple, letting yourself make noise for him, moan for him and let him know just how turned on by the situation you were, knowing you were safely protected by his barrier from someone in the hall hearing you.

Another moan leaving his own lips was the push you needed to stand, unclasping and dropping your bra into the chair, standing and getting closer, he pushed out the chair from under the desk, revealing his member, standing at attention with his hand pumping over it. You couldn't help but lick your lips, leaning against his desk and pulling up the hem of your skirt, showing off your panties to him closer, the fabric clinging to your lips, damped by the growing moisture between your legs.

You found the seam of the pantyhose again, pulling it apart and ripping a hole in the tights, exposing yourself more as you pulled your panties to the side. He sucked in a breath, breathing out slowly through his nostrils, you saw the flex of his forearms as he tightened his grip on his long cock. You parted your lips with one hand, the slick of your pussy visible in the light from above, making the soft hair between your legs shine with moisture.

“Move your hand, Commander,” You instructed, pushing his arm gently with the other hand as you climbed up onto his lap, leaving a gap between your bodies as you touched your wet cunt with your fingertips, spreading the moisture over your folds. He obliged wordlessly, watching you as you touched yourself so close to his cock, the member twitching against your thigh as he watched you.

“A-are you sure we should be doing this..?” He forced himself to ask, the blush still tingeing his entire face red, his dark eyes hidden behind the heavy messy blonde hair. “We’re breaking.. Several rules.”

“I believe you broke the first one,” You said, leaning forward, your lips almost touching his, “Isn’t that right? Touching yourself in your office? How desperate and depraved, Commander.” You said, tutting your tongue against your teeth, shaking your head gently.

You closed the gap between your lips before he could speak again, his lips reciprocating and parting gently so you could deepen the kiss, his arm wrapping around your waist, the other moving to cup your breast, his large hand completely covering it, squeezing it and appreciating the weight in his hand as you kissed. Your tongue moved against his in his mouth, moaning into the kiss as he teased your nipple. You let the space between your cunt and his cock narrow, leaning into him with your hips and rubbing your wet slit along the length of his member.

His hand gripped your hip, dictating your motions as you slid along him, both of you moaning as you could feel the ridges and veins of his cock along your sensitive body.

You broke the kiss when his bulbous head pressed against your clit, the flare of the head rubbing you as his hips moved in the chair against you, his hand pulling you to the same rhythm. You thrust back against him, hips rolling as you moaned into the air of his office, the motion of both of your bodies on the chair too much for it to take, or maybe it was Rosinante’s natural luck, as the chair collapsed backwards with the motion, catching yourself with your palm against the ground as your tits swung down into Rosinante’s face, laughing from the sudden change, from the unexpected change in position.

Rosinante flushed, used to his clumsy nature, but having never found himself in quite – this position, embarrassed more at your laughing, even if it wasn’t directed at him.

He frowned in his embarrassment, “What’s funny?” He said, pinching your nipple hard, taking the other into his mouth, and grazing it with his teeth, making you moan a response. He rolled you both out of the chair, pinning you down under his tall lanky form as he bit and suckled on your breast.

He pulled his mouth off of your nipple, rubbing his cock against your slit again in this position, your legs spread for him wide to accommodate his size. “Are you sure you can take me, Lieutenant?” He asked as he moved against you, looking between your bodies to see just how big his cock was compared to your body.

“W-well, you’re bigger than I imagined..” You managed to mumble a reply between your moans.

“Imagined?” He repeated, “How many times have you thought about me, you dirty little thing…?”

It was your turn to blush, your voice was breathy and desperate for him at this point, “I.. I don’t know,” You stammered, “But I want you, Commander–” You confirmed, “I c-can’t remember how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about this.. About your cock.. About you fucking me until I can’t walk..” You admitted your words to him in hushed moans, your hand finding your breast and playing with your own nipple as he moved against you.

He growled out his own desperate noise, licking his lips before moving to kiss you, using the hand that wasn’t holding him up to line his cock up with your entrance, you could feel the tip slipping between your lips, stretching you gently as he let his weight fall gently bit by bit, sinking his cock into you just about as gently as he could, careful not to hurt you with his length.

He groaned out, feeling out tightly your cunt squeezed over his cock, the pulsing rhythm of your tightening walls, trying to adjust to the size as you felt the burn of the stretch.

“Good girl,” He sighed against your lips, bottoming out, the weight of his testes meeting your ass, giving you just another minute before he withdrew, starting a pace of fucking you, gentle and caring as he tried to please you just as much as himself, his hand resting on your hip as his thumb found your clit, rubbing against your nerves to the same pace of his cock moving in and out of you.

You whined, his cock moving now, your hips angling up to help him fuck you smoother, hand reaching up to his hair to pull him into another kiss, kissing him hard, desperate, letting go of all the yearning and want that had been building up as he made you feel so full, so deliciously full. You parted your lips for his tongue to find yours again, rolling against and with yours as he sped up his rhythm, the pressure on your clit and the repeated motion of his head against the sweet spot inside you making you see stars, moaning desperately into his mouth as you neared your orgasm.

It hit you hard, making you push your hips up against his as you broke the kiss, crying out, more thankful for his devil fruit than ever before as you came hard around his member, crying out his name in desperate passion as your cunt tightened hard over his huge dick. He groaned in turn, fucking you through your orgasm, concentrating hard so that he could make you cum as hard as he could, his thumb not stopping its motion on your clit until you tapped his forearm, not able to speak as his digit pushed you closer to overstimulation.

“Can I come inside,” He groaned, losing a bit of his rhythm as his body followed its natural need for release, hips pistoning harder into yours, your body shaking under him.

“Y-yes, cum for me Rosinante,” You moaned, trying to catch your breath and steady yourself after your orgasm, but the motion of him inside you still making you moan and writhe for him. The use of his name in your voice made him groan loud, grunting as he thrust deep inside as he let his cum spill inside you, filling every space inside your cunt that wasn't already occupied by his girth.

You both came down from your high, breathing deep and labored together. He rested his head against yours, sighing and kissing your lips sweetly, not with the same lust from before, but a soft gentle touch. You kissed him back, letting him know it was more than welcome.

“I.. think maybe we should have a talk,” You breathed quietly when he broke the kiss, a breathy chuckle slipping past your lips.

He chuckled back, “Yeah.. I think maybe that’s a bit overdue… Can I take you for a coffee later?” He said, embarrassed at how quickly everything had unraveled around the two of you from your mutual lust.