#a lot of them are half naked. again this is a cry for help

[notedchampagne]

posting this right before i sleep so that i can forget my embarrassments

mortifying nakeder version

[subbmissivesuccubus]

No Nut November ~

a/n. A request by my Patron for the month of November! It was quite the fun one. If you'd like me to write a story for you, please consider joining my Patreon! (link in bio)

Contains : Toji X Fem reader. No nut November antics. Toji being horny. Reader being a tease.

"Fuck-" you cursed, panting heavily as you lied back on the bed, finally getting a break. Your partner, Toji, lied down next to you, half as tired but just as satisfied. He hummed as his muscled relaxed, hot and sweaty from the numerous rounds of sex, completely naked as he got comfortable enough to drift into sleep.

You couldn’t help but frown at him, a bit annoyed at his satisfied and content expression while your body was crying from the over-stimulation. He had taken you over and over and over again, his stamina seemingly never ending as he fucked you multiple times in multiple positions. Even when you complained that you couldn’t take it anymore, he claimed that he’d make you take it. And after he pumped you with several loads of cum, he finally called it a night.

"You- you're such a horndog." you said. The man chuckled, manhandling you to get closer to him, placing you on his chest before giving you a sweet kiss on your hair. “You love it.” He teased, giving your butt a greedy squeeze, making you flinch as he touched the bright red mark he had left on your cheek before. 

This was your routine. Toji and you would go to work, you'd come back home, have dinner together before he took you to the bedroom and gave you the most toe curling, back arching, pussy squirting pleasure you'd ever experienced. The man had a huge dick and a ton of stamina, not going soft unless he's cum multiple times.

And it's amazing it truly is.

But after a while...it becomes a lot. There's only so many times your pussy can take a pounding before she gets sore and it starts to hurt even when you sit down. There's only so many times your nipples can get suckled on before any friction, even from your bra, makes them ache. There's only so many times you can wear a turtleneck before people connect the dots. You tried to say so to Toji, letting him know of your trouble but he either laughed it off, took is as a compliment and continued to fuck you silly regardless.

His desire for you and his constant want to have his hands on you was a big ego boost, but you needed a break and you figured out the perfect way to do it.

“Have you heard of something called No Nut November?” Toji snorted, looking down at you amused, “Sounds stupid. I’m guessing it means you don’t cum in all of November?” “Exactly. It’s an internet challenge. Think you can do it?” He chuckled again, not taking it seriously, “I have a beautiful girlfriend who I can fuck on a daily basis- why would I give that up for a dumb internet challenge?” “Hmm, thought so.” You said, acting unimpressed as you poked his nose, “There's no way you can keep your hands off of me for a month. You don't have the self-control. Why am I not surprised?"

Now, Toji knew what you were doing. You were baiting him, plain and simple. And was he going to fall for it? Of course not... but he didn’t like your tone.

"Wanna bet on that?" he asked.

You tried not to grin, the man falling for your trap hook, line and sinker. There was no way a man as proud as him would not rise to the challenge just to prove you wrong.

“Fine. From tomorrow until the end of December, you can’t cum.” You said, “That means no sex and no jerking off. If you fail, I get to decide when we have sex for at least a month.”

“And if I win, you are going to be my little sex doll I can fuck whenever I want with no complaints.” Toji challenged. You scoffed, more than confident that he wouldn’t be able to do it.

“Deal!”

~~~~~

One week had gone by and it was already hell. Toji had to will himself to not drag you into the bedroom every night, the condescending smirk on your face actually giving him motivation to keep going. Ever since he started dating you, sex was a common and daily occurrence so to have it taken away was difficult for him to navigate but he could do this. He was an adult with self-control and he wasn’t a horny teenager who needed to get their rocks off all the time.

But during week two, he wondered if he truly had the self-control he thought he did.

You were not making it easy for him, oh no. You were a naughty little minx and once Toji went by one week with no sex, you realised you needed to make him break. Whether it was make-out sessions with a bit more tongue than you normally use, or ‘forgetting’ to lock the door while you showered so he’d walk in on you naked, or going to bed in nothing but his oversized t-shirt, or asking him to give you a massage and letting out sweet, filthy little moans as he worked out the knots. These small things were piling up, riling the man up even more to the point where in a sweet kiss from you would make his dick hard. You were good. But he wasn’t giving up.

But neither were you. And you decided to ramp it up for week 3.

“…And what are you doing?” Toji asked, looking you up and down and undressing you with his eyes. You were standing by the bedroom door, looking absolutely stunning in a lingerie piece he hadn’t seen before. It was a beautiful lace red piece, the underwear framing your body deliciously. Your tits, your stomach, your ass and the heaven between your legs- all the blood instantly went to his cock just by looking at you.

“Tojiiii~” you cooed, walking over towards him, your hips swaying seductively as you reached him. He was sitting against the headboard of the bed, idly scrolling through his phone but the random video he was watching was all but forgotten as you crawled between his legs. Your tits were practically swinging in front of his face as you straddled him, the man unable to deny you as he placed a hand on your waist, running his fingers over the soft lace.

“I’m so horny, Toji~” you cooed, rubbing your hand up and down his covered chest, “I need you.”

“Nice try.” The man responded, snorting as he flicked your forehead with his other hand, making you gasp, “I know your game here, little minx. You’re not getting me to fuck you.”

“How mean.” You said, pouting adorably and showing off the lip gloss you had put on, “If you’re not interested, then this can probably go on past November-“ “Not a chance.” Toji growled, gripping your waist so tightly it made you gasp, “You know I’m owning that pussy once this month is up. So be a good girl and wait.” “Wait?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow, “Why do I have to wait? I’m not doing the stupid challenge.” You smiled at the way Toji’s eyes followed you as you got off of him, bending over in front of him as you reached for a familiar drawer in the bedside table.

“Just because you’re not going to fuck me doesn’t mean I can’t have fun~” you said, holding up your favorite wand vibrator as well as a thick, vibrating dildo. “It’s not as big as you, but it’s good enough~”

  What proceeded was the worst yet best night of Toji’s life. He watched as you pleasured yourself, your sweet moans echoing through the room as you fucked yourself with your toys. With the vibrator rubbing your clit and the dildo sliding in and out of your pussy, you practically gave him a private show. Your lingerie was still on your body but pulled aside to expose your breasts and your cunt, making you look so delicious he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He didn’t dare to touch himself as he helped you along with your session, growling dirty things into your ear as he took over and fucked your cunt with the dildo, working it way better than you could yourself, groaning in delight as he suckled on your nipples as he drove you over the edge.

His dick was so hard it felt like it would explode. But he wouldn’t budge. He wanted to- God he wanted to- but he was going to stay strong. The reward he’d get for sticking with this at the end of the month would feel way better than the momentary pleasure he’d get from rubbing one out. So he stayed strong. Days went by, feeling longer and longer and your antics growing more and more bold. Your masturbation sessions were happening often, you were walking around the house in skimpy clothing, he’d wake up and find that you had ‘accidentally somehow fallen asleep with your face close to his cock’ but try as you might, you couldn’t break him.

He increased the ice-cold showers. He took longer working hours to distract himself. He fingered you so he could remind you of how good he was going to take you once the month was up. Hell, he even took up meditation to try and ease the tension in his body. And finally. Finally. After all that hard work- he made it.

He did it. He actually did it.

He was on the last day of November.

A full month of no sex. No pleasure. No jacking off. His cock hurt and his balls ached so badly, dying for some release and he couldn't wait to get it. Tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, he was going to take you and pound the shit out of you- fucking you so hard you won't be able to walk for days. He made sure you knew it too. Throughout the day, he was whispering filth to you, growling in your ear and palming his cock in front of you, loving the blush on your face as he detailed all the bad and naughty things he was going to do to you tonight. There was no doubt you felt defeated and after this, he was going to break and punish you.

Just an hour. He could do this. He was going to do this!

He was lounging on the couch of the living room, not focusing on what was on the TV as his mind was occupied with lust when he saw you walk out of their bedroom and upto him.

"How do I look?" you asked, twirling around so he could see your outfit. It was a cute short dress with a pair of leggings and he hummed in approval.  

"You going out?" he asked.

"Yup!" you said, suddenly dragging a suitcase from behind you, "I’m going to my parents’ house."

Toji raised his eyebrows, his eyes widening. What?

What?

"Excuse me?" he asked, watching as you dragged your suitcase over to the door.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention it before." you said casually, clearly ignoring the expression on his face, "Last minute plan- you know how it is."

"Bullshit." the man snarled, walking upto you before slamming his hands on the wall behind you, caging you, "You're just trying to fuck with me, aren't you?"

"Whatever do you mean?" you asked, a curious tilt in your tone which told Toji all he needed to know, "I just miss home and I know you have a busy workday tomorrow so I didn’t think you’d want to come. That’s not a problem, is it? I’ll only be there for a week.”

“A week-“ Toji growled, nails digging into his fist as he still cornered you against the wall, “You’re not fucking serious.”

You shrugged, faking innocence, “I mean, is there any reason I shouldn’t go? I have a few days off from work and my mom has been begging me to come by someday. The train leaves in…” you checked your watch, ignoring Toji’s scoffs at your audacity, “thirty minutes. So I better get going-“

“You’re not going anywhere you little brat!” Toji snarled, his patience snapping. There was no way in hell he was going to let you leave and have you been gone for a week. He was confident you were just bluffing but he was not taking that change. With a growl, he bent down and threw you over his shoulder, making you yelp as you were suddenly held upside down. He gave you butt a sharp spank, a slap so hard it made you forget how to breathe for a second before he stormed towards the bedroom.

“Wh- what about the bet?” you asked once he threw you onto the bed, Toji immediately getting undressed as he practically ripped his shirt off.

“Fuck the bet.” He said, grabbing you by the ankles before he pulled you towards him, a feral look in his eyes as he fisted the fabric of your tights, “Fuck No Nut November. And fuck you.”

You gasped as he started tearing apart your tights, the fabric ripping away like paper as all he could think about was fucking you. You could see the imprint of his cock straining against his sweatpants, you man already hot and bothered and eager. Your heart was beating fast in your chest, the excitement over-riding the fact that you were going to win the bet. Once the tights were torn enough and before you could even get a second to complain, he flipped you onto your stomach.

He slid your panties to the side, so desperate for you that he couldn’t be bothered to properly undress you before he grabbed two greedy handfuls of your ass. You mewled under him as he squeezed, the man spreading your cheeks apart before he dove in, face first. You yelped as Toji took a long, rough lick of your pussy, the familiar sensation something you truly missed since the start of the bet. You gasped and moaned as he started feasting on your cunt, his thick tongue sliding into you and working you open, your pussy slowly getting wet for him.

Toji growled against you, the vibration making you feel even better as he got you hot and bothered. His cock was so hard it was genuinely hurting him, the sensation of your pussy against his tongue and the taste of your sweet nectar making him go into overdrive. But even your pussy wasn’t going to make him forget how you pissed him off.

“Mmph- this isn’t for you- got it?” he snarled, smacking your ass once to get your attention, “I’m getting this cunt wet enough to fuck my fat cock deep inside you. I don’t care if you feel good and I don’t give a shit if you cum or not- you’ve gotten enough of that this month.”

“Don’t be- ah- mean.” You protested, gasping as he suddenly pulled away from you and flipped you onto your back again. “Oh, I haven’t even gotten started.” Toji said as he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it up harshly, also not caring to take it off completely. All he wanted was access to your tits and once he pulled your bra upto your chin, he got what he wanted. “You’ll see just how mean I can be.”

He took a nipple into his mouth before you could say anything, not wanting to hear anything out of your lips unless it was moans, cries or apologies. He slid his fingers into your panties, his thick digits sliding between your damp pussy lips, the slick sound of the contact echoing through the air. Despite the attitude, he knew you missed him too. Dildos just didn’t compare to him.

He slid a finger inside you, the glide easy due to your wetness as he slowly but thoroughly started stretching you out for his cock. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging at it harshly as he suckled on your nipple, his tongue twirling the sensitive bud around before he bit down, making you yelp from the pain. You rocked your hips against his fingers, arching your back as he slid a second one inside you before scissoring you open just how you like it.

“Fuck- good enough.” Toji said, separating from your nipple (which he indeed sucked raw) and gently taking his fingers out of you. He knelt between your legs after he gave you a quick peck on the lips, pushing his pants down to reveal his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, your pussy throbbing as you gazed at the member you practically hadn’t seen all month. It was rock hard and twitching, precum leaking out of the tip that was so red, you wondered if it would burn your tongue if you sucked on it. His balls were always big and heavy and you didn’t know if the time apart muddled your memory a bit but you swore, they were somehow bigger.

  “Spread those fucking legs- show me that pussy.” Toji said, gripping his cock before he started tapping it against your cunt, purposefully targeting your clit and making you tremble from each hit, “Look at that. So needy and dripping even though you fucked yourself on that dildo every other night.”

He spat on your pussy, making you gasp at the vile action but it made your cunt gush even more. He truly was using you like he owned you. His cockhead rubbed at the glob of saliva that was trailing down your cunt before he finally, finally pressed it against your entrance.

“I won’t last long, but I don’t care.” Toji said, rocking his hips lightly as he teased your hole, “You’re here to be my cum dump. You’re here for my pleasure, got it?”

You couldn’t help but he bratty even though every fibre of your being wanted to beg the man to just fuck you already: “Enjoy it since I’m winning this bet~” “Oh, are you sure about that?”

You frowned at his words before your eyes widened and you looked over at the clock to see that…it was midnight. November was officially over. And you had lost.

“That- ah!” you screamed loudly as Toji plunged his cock into you, his girth splitting apart your wet, velvet walls as he pushed into your cunt. He laughed as he got inside you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your pussy wrap around him, that sweet, amazing feeling of your walls squeezing him greedily. He grabbed your legs by the back of your knees before pushing them upto your chest, catching you in a mating press, driving his cock deep, deep inside you.

“Fuck! Fuck- fuck!” you squealed, the whiplash from realizing you lost to the sensation of your cunt being stuffed full for the first time in a month making your head spin, “I thought- you- fuck!” “Nice try baby.” Toji snarled, body trembling as he got to feel your cunt again, his balls already threatening to spill his seed inside you, “But you’re going to have to try harder- fuck yes- if you wanna beat me~”

He lifted his hips up and thrust into you again, both of you moaning as he stuffed his cock deep inside your delicious cunt. He started picking up the pace, the nasty sound of his balls clapping against your ass was music to his ears as he started using you. This was for him.

“You’re my toy now, understand?” he asked, tightening his hold on your legs and keeping you nice and folded for him, “my sweet little fuck toy that I’m going to use to break every. Single. Fucking. Night!” he thrust harshly at each word, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his cock deliciously slide inside you, truly owning you. You hated to admit it, but you were secretly happy he won. As he pounded into you, you couldn’t help but remember how torturous this month was for you as well.

Sore pussy be damned, you were too addicted to Toji to give him up.

And while you swore you had more time before midnight struck, you were too cock drunk to think about it. Which was good for Toji as he thought ahead and might have changed the timing on the clock to make it a touch faster. But what you didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt you and by the time he was done with you, you’d forget how to count anyway.

[whiskeyskin]

Make Me Feel

Premise: What's that? The well trodden trope of weird potion creates problems of the - ahem - 🍆 variety? Well if you insist.

• Astarion x gn!tav • 18+ • E/M rating

They/them pronouns, Potion mishap!, interrupted masturbation, handjob, bj/deep throat, embarrassment, tone shift, mild canon trauma discussion, connection, enthusiastic consent, communication, dirty talk.

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Edit: RAHHH! You're all so wonderful for getting me over 200 notes 😚 it may be a small number for some but to me it's a lot. Love you! 🥹🖤

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Thank @northernolddragon for the beautiful screenshot 💜🥵

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Tav was on watch with Shadowheart this evening, not that they really needed to with Gale's wards keeping an alarm on things coming in or out of camp but they all slept better with a night watch.

They'd enjoyed company and conversation as they spoke about everything and nothing. Mostly about Tav, since Shadowheart had very little memories to share.

A friendship had steadily grown with them, so much that she'd revealed herself a Sharron - which wasn't really a shock.

A low alarm pulsed and they went to investigate to the left of camp but after a little cooperation between Tav's survival skills and Heart's perception, concluded that an animal had triggered the alarm - hence the low pulse and the fresh animal tracks belonging to a rabbit.

Tav paused a moment, a thought flashing across their mind. They called to Shadowheart, "Hey, did you hear Astarion come back in from hunting?

"No, he didn't go out tonight. Said, 'he had something else to attend to'."

Again, Tav paused. Oh, shit. Had they promised he could feed tonight and completely forgotten?

"Are you supposed to be 'dining tonight'?" Shadowheart asked through a smirk.

"I don't think so.. maybe? Oh, gods. Maybe I did say." Said Tav, trying to think back on the day.

"Go check on him, see if he's waiting up for a midnight snack. I'll stay on watch." She pursed her lips and swished her long braid as she walked to do a patrol of the camp.

~~~

Tav quietly made their way passed the tents of their companions, who were softly - or loudly - snoring. Astarion's tent however still had a candle going and made no sounds of sleep, or revery but rather stranger noises. Hissing sounds from the side of his mouth and what seemed like a painful gasp.

Their brow creased with concern, Tav stepped up to the entrance of his tent. The noises intensified.

"Astarion?" Tav called through the fabric in a hushed whisper, "Are you alright?"

A choked noise of frustration replied to them first, "Uh-yes. I'm perfectly fine. Why do ask?" He retorted a little too sharply, despite his usual lulling tones.

"Shadowheart said you hadn't gone hunting and I couldn't remember if I'd agreed to let you feed tonight."

"Ah, you're such a sweetheart.. while I always delight in our little nightly visits, I've rather got my hands full with something at the moment." He strained, like he was in pain. Something wasn't right.

"Astarion. What's going on? I know something's wrong. What is it? What have you done?" Tav asked, exasperated.

"Ughh, it's nothing just-Arghh" he let out a muffled cry.

"I'm coming in." Tav announced, pushing their way inside the dimly lit interior.

"No, no, don't!" But it was too late.

Tav's mouth flew to their face, shocked at the view.

There, on the floor, in only his ruffled shirt and barely covered in his grotty blanket was Astarion. Although, the blanket was more of tent itself with what it was shielding.

"Oh! Oh, shit. Sorry-sorry! I'll leave." Tav blustered at the sight of the half naked pale elf on the floor before them. They'd clearly not been sounds of pain, and the frustration was aimed at them not leaving him to masturbate in peace.

"No, stay. Please." He croaked, desperate, "I don't know what else to do; I need your help."

"With what?" Tav questioned, averting their eyes to afford him some sort of privacy.

"I appreciate the gallantry but we can do away with the charade, you know what I was doing." He sulked, shifting his weight to sit up, the ruffles on his shirt bristling as he heaved himself upwards.

Tav's eyes tracked the movement and flitted down to the protrusion, unwavering in it's vigil against the thin protection of his grey comfort rag.

Hot flashes of memories seared their mind; remembering how it felt in their hands, hot and cool at the same time. Harder than rock as he'd moved within them, expertly stroking their sweet spot while feeding openly on their blood.

Tav bit their lip, then jolting back to the situation, looked away.

"Um, you said you needed my help. I don't know how I can-"

"I have been.. doing this to myself for the past three hours. It's incessant."

"Jeez, Astarion. I don't need to know that."

"Not for my own selfish good. I-" he growled to himself, it made Tav's stomach flip uncomfortably, "I drank something. It looked like a normal potion, but it tasted a bit off.. and now, this." He gestured to the distinct lump, "It's unbearable and painful if it's not being.. used." He paused, discomfort clear on his face.

A blush flooded Tav's cheeks, "Aaand, you want me to help by..?" They trailed, needing more explanation. Because if he was suggesting what they thought he was suggesting...

"Ugh, I don't know. This obviously isn't helping! Find something that can? Another potion, a spell? Anything!" He waved his arms helplessly into the air.

Astarion looked up at them; his shirt in disarray, his legs gently folded with the blanket tucked between them, with guilty but adamant eyes. He looked helpless and adorable.

A feeling was stirring in Tav's chest, something rumbling and loud but it wasn't arousal, it was laughter. They caught a snicker behind their hand, trying to hold in their amusement.

Astarion's face changed to surprise, with a big frown cutting across his beautiful features.

"Well, thanks a lot. Glad the bleeding heart thinks it's funny." He pouted.

"Oh, come on Astarion. It's pretty funny."

Astarion's eyes narrowed, "How precisely is this funny?" He demanded.

"It's so unfunny that it's funny again. It has to be laughed at how ridiculous this is. I mean, come on." They tried to explain, "you drank a strange elixir and now you have an erection that won't fuck off." Tav barely made it through the last word without sniggering, "You've been beating yourself stupid and it's not going anywhere. It's a fucking ridiculous situation to be in and if you can't laugh about it? Fuck." They shrugged, smiling brightly and encouraging him to see the funny side of this ridiculousness, "I thought you said Lae'zel was the one with no sense of humour."

"Actually, Lae'zel is hilarious. She just doesn't realise she's being hilarious," The frown on his face softened, a smile clearly fighting to spread across his face, "I suppose it is absurd. Most men would kill for this."

"Most people would pay good money for this problem!" Tav squeaked, "Oh gods, the old men that have given all their gold for this problem!" They whined out before coming down to kneel on the floor.

"All of them furiously masturbating to get rid of it after their mistress has left and their wife will notice." He chuckled.

"Oh, the scandal." Tav flourished.

"What would the neighbours say?" He jested, opening up to the idea that the incredulity of it all needed to be laughed at.

He mimed trying to push it down only for it to spring back up with a pop sound effect provided by him and they fell about cackling together.

It was nice. Seeing him smile.

~~~

They sat laughing for a while, trying to come up with unfortunate scenarios to find yourself in with this predicament. Each as hilarious at the next.

Howls turned giggles, and giggles turned to titters, until eventually they were all laughed out.

There was a comfortable silence between them for several moments. Tav glanced back at him.

"Did that help? Taking your mind off it?" Tav asked, hopeful.

"I'm afraid not. Still there. Although, it's taken away the urgency of needing that release."

"That's a start at least. What the hell's did you drink?"

"I don't know, it was in the pack from today's adventure with the hag."

"You drank one of the hag's potions?" Tav chided, incredulous.

"Of course not! What do you take me for?"

Tav raised their brows and wordlessly gestured to his lap.

"Point taken," he relented, "but, no it was a regular looking potion bottle. I needed a little healing, so I.." he trailed off, loosely waving a hand.

"You drank a random potion from today, before we'd had a chance to examine it and expected nothing to go wrong. You brought this on yourself." Tav pursed their lips mockingly.

"Yes, thank you for stating the obvious, dear. What am I going to do?" He asked, exasperated.

"Well, masturbating yourself sore hasn't worked, so it can't be about orgasming it out of you."

"Oh, I haven't orgasmed. That's what I was trying to tell you before, but in my feverish haze didn't get out into words properly."

"After three hours?" Tav asked, wide eyed.

"It was more stop/start than powering through. I'm drawing the assumption that while this potion grants me this bloody thing, it doesn't heighten the sensation much."

"Maybe it deadens it? To keep it going longer? That's why you couldn't.. yuh know." Tav mimed the action for affect. They shared a small titter through their noses.

"I haven't a clue. Although, I'm not really.. versed in this sort of thing. It's not something I do, not something I've done for centuries," he admitted, shrugging, "Self pleasure wasn't high on the list when the thought of touching anyone, let alone yourself made your skin crawl-" Astarion caught himself, his eyes widening.

Tav's mouth gaped, "What?" The question came out breathy and low. Hurt struck painfully into their heart, "So the night we spent together you were disgusted-"

"-No. No. Well, at first it I was a little but-"

Tav's eyed widened and they recoiled, wounded. He knew he'd revealed too much and Tav could see that flawless mask of his was trying to slot back into place after it's momentary lapse.

"Don't." Tav urged, "Don't pretend you didn't say it."

"It wasn't like that-I didn't mean you, you're wonderful. I meant in Baldur's Gate with Cazador. The manipulation, the decite. I couldn't. I never." He stopped himself.

Tav softened, the harm still stinging but this was important. Astarion had never spoken about his time with Cazador apart from being a slave and using sex to lure people back. He hadn't elaborated more than those facts. Obviously he would have sexual trauma. And he'd opened up a chance at the conversation.

"It's alright. I'm here to listen. Go on." Their tone was low and understanding.

His face full of uncertainty and shame, Astarion shook his head and refused to look at them.

"I don't want to. Not yet. Not now. I mean.. I just want this thing gone." He motioned to his still swollen member.

Tav's brow knitted and they shrugged heavily.

"Apart from distracting you from it, I don't know what I can do." Tav raised their hands in exasperation, "I mean if you can't do it after three hours, what am I supposed to do-"

"Trust me, you'd be able to help." He said darkly, almost to himself. His gaze darted back, scared by another accidental confession. Tav's confused expression must have been clearly legible.

"What do you mean?"

Astarion averted his eyes, clearly debating on letting more of his secrets out.

"Shit." He cursed. There was a pregnant pause that Tav refused to break.

"You-" he stopped himself, "the other night at the party was- it was-" he shut his eyes and sighed through his nose, "I can't do this, you can leave. I'll just keep this forever."

"Astarion.." Tav said softly, gently reached a reassuring hand to the floor beside him.

He took a deep, cleansing breath and swallowed.

"It was the first time I've known actual pleasure in almost 200 years. Where I actually enjoyed myself, much to my surprise."

Suddenly feeling relieved and very flattered, Tav remained stone-faced silent, encouraging him to keep going.

"My existence has been about having my body used to lure back pretty things for him. To get them to trust me and let their guard down, then.." he trailed off, "I tried to make the most of it and relish in the copious amounts of sex I was having.. It didn't last long. I got extremely good at pretending I did, they never suspected a thing." He said with a sneer.

"I became numb to the entire experience. It was nothing to me. A dance. A deception. It became second nature and I got used to the disgust I felt, I used it to push through. To hold onto some semblance that I had one shred of humanity left. As long as I despised myself for what I was doing, there was still hope."

"So imagine my shock when I actually felt something different with you. Something good." He finally looked in their eyes, "You are a bastion of firsts in this newfound freedom of mine. My first true blood, the first person who has let me indulge in my instincts and helped me grow in my power," Astarion swallowed, "the first person in so long to make feel something.. anything.. during sex that wasn't hatred and self-loathing."

Tav's throat closed and tears threatened to brim but they blinked them back.

"You offered your neck to me, your life blood to me and I felt something.. it wasn't like our usual feeds.. it was something immense.. something transcendant and I.. I lost myself in you.. wholly. Pleasure had returned to my body and I froze. I didn't know what to do."

"Nothing else existed outside us.. and I could have spent the rest of my life buried inside you," he paused, closing his eyes as if the memory over-powered him. Tav sat there, breathless, mesmerised by his beauty in the candle's soft glow.

"I think I came back to consciousness when I saw my seed over your beautiful body. You looked just as shocked as I felt. It was all over your chest, your mouth.." he was breathing heavily now and the air around them shifted. Tav swallowed dryly. They remembered.

The grunting, ecstatic moan he'd made when he came over them echoed in their mind long after. They'd pulled back from lavishing his thick, pale cock to pause for breath and to whisper sweet words to him. He'd erupted on them with no more than a silent gasp and a hand fisted in their hair.

Staring deeply into Tav's eyes, Astarion continued, "You took me so well," he brought a hand to their bottom lip, grazing it lightly with his fingertips, "With your mouth.. with all of your holes, actually. Your wonderfully tight holes." He moaned through a sly smile.

Tav's mouth was aridly dry, as all the blood in their body waved and pooled to their core. Heat radiated through them and quickly made breathing steadily a problem, and logical thinking was non-existent.

"I know you could do it again, if you wanted to." he closed his eyes and snaked himself closer against Tav's neck, inhaling deeply. His breath cool raising gooseflesh, as he pressed his lips against the shell of their ear, "You could wrap those soft lips around my cock and suck me like you did in the forest. So deep and so warm."

Tav's thoughts were like wading through thick, soupy mud as Astarion's words clouded their mind and flooded their body with desire.

"I've never been devoured quite like that, you fit yourself around me so well.. you were such a good f-"

Tav quickly brought their hand to his mouth. He had to be silenced. His seductive power was too much to leave unbridled.

Mentally shaking off his charms, Tav came some what back to their senses.

"In one breath you tell me how disgusted you are with sex and the next you say about wanting my 'tight holes'? What is it that you want, Astarion? You can't have it both ways."

"Of course I can, darling. Now I can. Things have changed. Lots of things. I have my body back and I decide what to do with it. And right now.." he moved with the lithe limbs of a panther to sidle himself beside them, the grey blanket gently pulling back to reveal his thick, swollen manhood. He exhaled at the softness leaving him, "I want.."

Tav swallowed hard, their lips parted. Another wave of euphoric desire swept over them as the cool touch of his skin ghosted against theirs.

Astarion reached over and grasped their hand and placed it on his engorged cock.

"This." He hissed as their skin finally touched, his cool hardness welcome in their palm.

Gods, he was so erect. The veins in his thick shaft pulsating. The velvet softness of him thrummed with desperate need.

He was so close to them, so close now.. they could kiss if he wanted them to. Astarion breathed against Tav's mouth, "Touch me."

He started to move both their hands in short bursts over the head of his penis, Astarion shuddered out a gasp and screwed his eyes shut, "Touch me. Please."

Tav willingly acquiesced, bending down to spit on his painfully erect cock and began to work.

He made a staggered, breathless moan as he leaned back on both hands, exposing himself to them. Tav pumped his rock hard length in a steady rhythm, remembering back to the Tiefling party that he had appreciated the gentle building of friction, to fruition.

His head was purple and looked sore from his abusing himself for so long in search of relief. Tav generated salvia in their mouth and spat on their other hand to use on him.

The sweetest moan they'd ever heard sang from Astarion's chest.

"Yes-yes-use your hands on me.. make me feel like before.. make me feel-" he gasped through the last word so ferociously he inadvertently bared his fangs.

Tav used their hands in symbiotic motion; pumping the bottom of his shaft with their non-dominant, while teasing and playing with the head between their deft fingers, all the while keeping his entirety slick in saliva.

Gods, they wanted to use their mouth on him properly. He looked so beautiful, unmasked before them. He had been so unexpectedly naked and raw with his past. Revealing hard and difficult truths regarding his lack of control, and autonomy of his own body.

And Tav had to respect that, no matter how aroused they were. They would show that his trust was placed rightly in them.

"Astarion?" They called softly to him.

He answered back with a broken, "Mhm?"

"Thank you for telling me what you did. I won't tell anyone else, you have my word."

"Mm-mm-thankyou, Tav." He managed, his voice tense.

Tav slowed their pace and Astarion let out a whine, balling up his fists in frustration.

"Don't pretend with me. Don't force it."

"I'm not, I swear." He gasped, looking directly at them, a light sheen of sweat appearing on his upper lip.

Tav smirked, "Promise you won't."

"Yes-yes, I promise. Please speed up again." He pleaded through gritted teeth, thumping his head back on the pillow.

"I will. But I'd like to use my mouth on you aswell, would that be okay?"

He let out a pent up huff of air, "Oh gods yes, yes, yes-please use that gorgeous mouth on me. Swallow me. Take me."

Tav smiled and quickly got into position, propped between his legs, "I'd also like to play with your testicles, if that's agreeable."

Astarion wrenched his red hot eyes open, making contact with theirs again. Tav irked a suggestive brow.

A devilish grin crossed his face, once again his fangs shone in the dim candle light, "Oh, my dear. That would be most agreeable." He purred through steadier breaths now they had paused.

"One request from me though; don't push my head down, I don't like it. I'll respect your wishes and you respect mine. Deal?"

"Deal." He smiled and reached down to collect his shirt up to reveal his pale, chiseled body. Tav looked hungrily at his toned flesh, desperate to snake it with their tongue.

They took a breath to ask but Astarion interrupted, "Yes, gods please yes! Lick it, kiss it, bite it, suck me. Do what you want with me.. I'll tell you to stop if it's too much."

"I'll hold you to that." They crooned with a serious edge, as they spat on their hand again, then manoeuvred themselves to be able to kiss his beautiful body, and pump the head simultaneously.

He twitched at the increase in contact and laughed hungrily through strained teeth, "Uhhgh, fuck yes."

Tav languished their lips and tongue across the defined muscles, gently sucking and nibbling occasionally for added sensation. They kissed and dragged their tongue up and down the V in his hips, paying equal and excruciating mind to each side, making Astarion moan and buck.

Tav firmly pressed kisses on the creases of his pelvis, breathing hot over the area. They took their time, languishing over his form with their mouth and exploring the contours of his hips and thighs with their spare hand. Astarion groaned in vexation.

"Ooh, don't tease me. Please."

"The potion is making you impatient. You enjoyed this last time." Tav reminded him.

"It's not the bloody potion-Gods above-AUGH-I'm asking nicely. Don't keep me waiting any longer, I've already been edged enough. Show me-make me feel-let me feel-"

Astarion gasped as Tav collected the precum that bloomed at his tip, and licked their fingers clean, before deftly angling themselves to engulf his thick cock as much as they could.

The noises that were illicited from the pale elf were unlike any they'd ever heard before - strained and trembling, through gritted teeth and grounded fists - and the sloppy, wet sounds that their mouth made around his unyielding cock were intentionally and debaucherously pornographic.

Momentarily retreating, they began flicking their tongue over the slit, Tav moaned from the back of their throat like he was a tall mug of water quenching debilitating thirst. One hand holding his length steady, the other lightly grazing his testes.

Astarion's thighs fluttered and tensed, as Tav heard a smile through his own moan, "Ooh, that's new."

"Mhm."

Gathering more sleek, Tav ran the flat of their tongue up the smooth underplane of Astarion's cock from base to tip, and encircled the head. His member twitched unconsciously as he let out a warm, low rumble from his chest.

"Is that alright? Not too much?" Tav asked, checking in. They kissed the crease of his frenulum, while nimbly massaging and squeezing his sac.

"Mm-mhm-yes. I'm gaining quite an appetite for your skills in this area." He cooed, shifting underneath them, "but I remember a rather more deeper approach last time."

Tav grinned at his less than subtle request, "Oh, my darling. We're just warming up.. but if you're ready for more. I will, of course.. oblige."

Unhinging their jaw like a snake preparing to consume their pray, Tav gorged on the willing partner in front of them.

Astarion sucked in a gasp and Tav felt a hand on the back of their head briefly, before being removed hastily. Tav heard his fist pound into the bedroll beside him. They moaned in thanks, vibrating against his solid shaft.

He replied with a deep rumble from his chest, "Yes.. that's what I've been missing. This is what I needed.."

Bobbing and dipping, taking just a little more in their mouth each time. Sucking and stroking his perfect length. Their mouth salivated and filled with lubricant, anticipating the meal in front of them. Finally meeting their lips on their pumping fist, working together harmoniously.

Tav relaxed their throat further and began swallowing the last length of him, suppressing the need to gag until it would afford the most pleasure. They flattened their tongue and swallowed, sucked and gagged as Astarion whimpered and moaned, unconsciously jerking. Tav placed a hand on his hips to steady him, to not ruin the mood by choking unexpectedly.

They pressed down just above his pubic bone as their lips bottomed out against him, tears forming wet stains under their eyes at the challenge of taking his full size. Tav gulped and gasped against his cock, enveloping him with their tongue and throat working in tandem, coating him in liquid slick. The debased, vile sounds coming from their meeting wet and loud and hot as the hells; pushing him higher, dragging him under, coercing him to cum.

He gasped and raised his head to look down at them. Tav met his tear-streaked, claret gaze, with their own.

"Ohh-yes-yes-look at me as you devour my cock-take it all the way down your throat-such a good-nasty-AHH-YES!" He gargled the last word through moans and his hips pulsated and thrust wantonly as he bunched his shirt in his hand, the other fisted around his greyed rag blanket.

His brows creased, his face wracked with pleasure and pain. His face contorted and twisted as he writhed and moaned. He panted and heaved and shook his head from side to side.

Concern furrowed their brow at his expressions, while he seemed to be "enjoying himself", they were reminded of his words from their conversation, that his sexual conquests couldn't tell that he was pretending.

Tav pulled back to breathe through their nose. They reached out with the tadpole and gently stroked his mind, seeking reassurance that this was what he wanted. That he wasn't pretending. That this was real. That this was what he wanted.

"Yesyesyesyes-oh gods-please don't stop-choke on my cock till you can't breathe-ARH-going to cum down your throat and taste myself on your tongue-fuck!-fuck my hard cock deep in your throat-do it-do it-doit-doit-doit" he repeated, trailing off in whimpers against his soiled comfort blanket.

That enthusiastic consent was all they required.

This was a challenge that they would unabashedly attempt to conquer. They had no idea if they could; he hadn't fed on them this time and the potion was an unknown quantity for help, or hindrance. They had no idea. But damned if they weren't going to try. Tav steeled themself and took a deep breath.

They made no illusions at a slow build in tension, they went straight for the kill.

Straining down his hard length to the hilt, making the most illicit and disgusting sodden noises as they consumed him, squeezing him with the throat that tried to resist his intrusion.

Astarion growled and whined and shook with the tension in his body coiled so tightly.

Tav stretched their jaw to lap their tongue against his balls, which tightened due to the expected feeling. He rewarded their efforts with another mumbled, half coherent onslaught of praise and explicit desires.

They re-applyed the pressure on his pubus, pushing down firmly against his taut skin.

A breathless gasp shot from his throat as the hand bunched in his shirt now flew to grasp their hand with choruses of, "yes-yes-yes!"

He was so close, they could feel it. His precum tainted the back of their throat. His jaw was tight and his glistening fangs were bared.

Tav remembered back once more to what had unexpectedly tipped him over the edge when they'd made him cum the last time.

Concentrating hard on keeping the fast-paced rhythm, tears streaming from their eyes, they flipped their hand to hold his properly.

Tav reached out through their connection and whispered, "I've got you, Astarion.. you're safe. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, I promise.. I have you.. Cum, Astarion.. cum, my love."

Astarion stilled, his every muscle contracting and seizing, his chest rising off the floor as his spine curved.

A gentle, surprised gasp escaped from his mouth. He squeezed their hand so tightly as their name died on his lips.

Suddenly Tav felt warmth shoot against the back of their throat as he came hot and quick, filling their mouth and spilling out the sides and he thrust wildly, unable to control his movements. His cries of pleasure muted and gasping.

Tav gagged and slowed to a gentler pace, swallowing him down. Astarion twitched and quivered as they saw him through his climax; still holding each others hand.

His soft, whimpering groans dissolved into laboured heaves as he relaxed into the lull of his orgasm.

A moan shuddered from him as Tav expertly extracated his thankfully - slightly - softening member from their stretched throat.

They tenderly cleaned him up with their tongue, as there was quite a lot that had spilled from his heavy, metallic-tanged load, while Astarion lay there in stunned silence.

Tav dried their eyes and gently rested their chin on his thigh and sighed deeply, their hands still joined on his stomach.

They kissed his cool skin, "Are you alive up there?" Tav asked, jokingly.

Silence.

If he wasn't already dead, they'd have thought he'd died.

"Astarion?"

"M'alive." He mumbled in a stupor.

"Good." Tav said through a wry smile.

They looked to their left where his cock was already starting to swell again and sighed.

"I don't think it worked, you're getting hard again."

Still nothing.

Tav furrowed their brow, "Do you hear me up there?"

Still nothing.

Starting to worry, Tav raised themselves up and started padding their way one-handed up towards his face. His crimson eyes were fixed on ceiling of the tent, drying tears still streaked down his temples.

"Are you alright? Was it too much?" Tav asked, worried they'd gone too far.

He finally blinked.

"My body feels like it's.. weightless and.. empty. My head feels like.. I've been zapped with a.. shocking grasp.. and my ears are ringing." His tone was high and dazed. His every move tinged with exhaustion. His expression one of pure contentment.

He was fully in an afterglow bubble. That was better than potentially traumatised.

Tav pursed their lips with pride, "Sounds like a good orgasm then. Was it?" They asked, feigning innocence.

Astarion gave a long blink and turned his gaze to Tav, who lay to the side of him.

"You've rendered me paralsyed. I think we can call that a success, don't you?"

Tav chuckled, "Well, a semi-success. You've still got your problem." They gestured a thumb towards his now alarming erection again.

"Oh no, that's not the potion. That's me."

Tav jerked their neck in questioning confusion, "Eh?"

"I'm laying here sprawled on the floor after one of the best orgasms of my long life. Two of whom have been granted by you.. and the only thing I can think of.. is that I need to do that again."

Tav bit their bottom lip through a grin spreading across their face.

"But we said that that night was a one-time thing and this is an extraordinary circumstance.. this isn't supposed to-"

His pale pink lips came up to capture their first kiss of the night and from the passion and force behind it, it was not to be their last.

Astarion slid his fingers to their umber trousers and cupped them through the fabric. Tav gasped against his mouth as they twitched within his grasp, the damp spot of their arousal staining their clothes. They sucked in Astarion's bottom lip into their mouth and cursed.

"Well, apparently that arrangement needs to be renegotiated." He smirked, as he kissed them deeply, sweeping his tongue to taste himself there.

He brought his hand to the buckle, "And these definitely need to come off."

•°•

[holybibly]

let me just say sadistic dom Yeosang is driving me fucking crazy. like just imagine he’s this soft spoken, polite gentleman in public but the second you guys are alone be ready to be fucking wrecked.

god he will drive you fucking crazy with the number of times he’ll edge you.

“come on baby you can take another one.”

he lives off of just hearing your whiny moans and your little mewls every time he hits that’s one place that makes you see fucking stars.

you can tell this man has taken up my entire brain at this point.

And here is another of my brave bunnies. Hey baby, how are you?

Mmm, sadistic Yeosang with that angelic face, yes, yes, yes and a thousand times more yes.

As Yeosang's thin, long fingers squeezed your throat, you whimpered loudly and shook your head weakly from side to side. Vague dark spots appear and disappear throughout the night as he tightens and loosens his grip on your throat, enjoying the way he can control the way you breathe.

He especially enjoys watching your sweet face contort with painful pleasure, and it really gets him excited. He couldn't wait for you to come back from the award so that he could finally ruin you for good. All that sweet smiling and behaving so perfectly—he didn't care; all Yeosang could think about was you lying naked on his bed.

You gasp when he lets go of you, gasping for breath. All your nerves are tensed and tingling, as if electrified. The expression on his gorgeous face sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. He's just so fucking amazing.

Soft and needy, sultry and dark, cold and burning—Yeosang could choose any role he wanted, and you loved every single one of them to the point of madness.

But this new expression on his handsome face is one that has never been seen before. It is an intense, all-consuming, hot look that sends a shiver down the length of your spine.

As you feel your velvet walls flutter around Yeosang's cock, alerting you to the building sensation of an orgasm, your train of thought is interrupted. And it was no good.

"S-Sangie please."

"Yeah, Petal, I hear ya."

"C-Can you stop, please? I'm so sensitive; this is too much for me. I'm not going to be able to handle it if I cum again." You can barely manage to whisper it out; your throat is still a bit sore from his tight grip on you.

You see something dangerous sparkle in his normally gentle, sparkling eyes. He stops in the middle of his movements. There is a sigh of relief as you think he will stop now and release the tension from your muscles. You let out a hoarse cry as he throws your leg over his shoulder and bites the inside of your calf with a light nip. At this point, Yeosang could hardly be described as a cute puppy.

"Yeosang?" A gleam of hope in your eyes. You really can't stand it any longer. What was this orgasm—the third or fourth?

"Of course we'll pause, sweetheart. But first, you give me one more."

You whine as he rolls his hips around and watches with a smug smile as your eyes roll back into your head.

Yeosang lifts up your other leg so that it rests on his other shoulder. Your hands clench into the sheets, trying to find something to hold on to. But it doesn't help much. The muscles in your legs are twitching and spasming as you come again and lose count of how many.

Yeosang slows his rough pace, watching his cock disappear in and out of you. He hums softly with satisfaction as he sees how much of your cum coats his cock as he pulls it out of your used, sensitive cunt. And he thought of that all evening, while he had to be polite and courteous to everyone around him.

"Oh God, Yeosang, please, it hurts. I can't stand it any longer."

"It's too much for you, my darling? I think you can do this for me a lot more times than that."

He smirks, then leans in closer, nipping at your lower lip and folding you in half. You gasp as his hand tightens around your throat again. God, all those muscles aren't fucking kidding.

"Or do you just want to make me even more angry?"

Your eyes widen as he fucks you harder, faster, and deeper. Drowning in an endless ocean of pleasurable pain that borders on pleasure, you scream from your hypersensitivity.

"Yeosang! I can't take it!"

"Is it too much for your overstimulated cunt?"

"Y-yes, please."

"It's good, though, is it not?" he asks. Don't you love the way I screw you, my love?"

You sob openly as he fucks you harder, the muscles in your legs burning from straining and stretching.

"No, I-I love it. I love it when you use me, Sangie."

"There's my good girl. Cum for me one more time, darling."

"I can't!" You're literally on the verge of hysteria, but something in you still doesn't want to let him down. God, you've completely fooled him.

"Yes, you can. And you will."

Your hips lift slightly off the bed to meet his thrusts, and you feel your walls tighten around Yeosang's cock. With your vision fading and your whole body shaking, you moan long and hard as you come again. Yeosang moans so softly that it turns into a growl, causing your eyes to fly open as you see the desperate look on his face. He stops in his tracks, bites his lower lip hard, and fills you with his cum.

You whimper as he lowers your legs down until they are on either side of his hips, his hands releasing your neck. His hands are released from around your neck, and you take a full, deep breath.

"I told you that you could do it, my darling."

Yeosang kisses you too tenderly and pulls out, watching with a sense of self-satisfaction as his cum oozes out of your pussy.

"Are you going to tell me what it was that made you so angry that you decided to literally fuck the life out of me?"

"Nothing really; it's just you, darling."

[c0ck-obsessed-anal-wh0r3]

so I met with another great 50 year old 🙈🙈

obviously he told me to meet him plugged, and in general he's a great gentleman like he helped me find a parking spot and park my car and then took my stuff upstairs

we started by unpacking my toys cause he didn't see some of them yet. then we ate. by which I mean he ate and I stole a few bites off of his plate and spent most of the time teasing him through his pants with my feet.

he was like super unmoved by it and finally I had to tell him to go sit on the couch and take off his pants. he poured us drinks and I sucked him off and he said I'm fucking great at it and we kept drinking and talking and I was sucking him off and I was naked at that point and he was only wearing a shirt and he decided to go sit on the balcony and have me suck him there. I basically spent like half an hour sucking him off and finally he decided he gotta fuck me properly and we moved back to the couch and he started fucking me in doggy and basically immediately I started squirting 🙈🙈🙈

he's like totally crazy this way, like it doesn't matter what he's doing and what he's fucking me with I immediately squirt🙈🙈

so I ended up pissing all over the couch and he loved it

after that he made me try on the two dresses I had with me and chose the pink one and we went to the clubs. and I also wore a collar. he wore a very nice shirt with flowers on the underside of the arms. we went to several clubs and he fingered me on the dance floor and in the last club we were kissing in a dark corner and one girl even was asking if I'm okay. I guess she was worried he was taking advantage of me which was fun. I like being taken advantage of 😜

and then we walked back to the apartment and before walking inside he pulled my dress up and spanked my ass really hard and then in the hallway he made me kneel and fingered my ass until I squirted on the floor.

in the room we went back to fucking and he made me squirt again and again and he also really liked the penis pump I use for pumping my ass and he pumped my ass so much I started crying and kinda running away and he immediately spanked my ass sooooo hard I started crying for real. then he kissed me and stroked my back until I calmed down but the punishment felt really right

at some point he also pissed on me in the shower and I drank quite a lot

and finally we went to asleep around 3 am

and then in the morning he made me suck his cock when I was still half asleep and then fucked me again and I couldn't squirt anymore and he came in my mouth and it was super fun

and then we went for breakfast and then walked around the city and had ice cream

[soulofapatrick]

Delirium - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Y/N gets injured on patrol and the pain makes you say things you have always wanted to say (I can do a part two if wanted)

Words: 2k

Warnings: swearing; injury; taking pills (literally painkillers)

Y/N’s POV

“FUCK JESSE!” I cry out, trying to wriggle away, not having much of a pain tolerance, but he lays a strong arm over my waist and puts most of his weight on it to keep me steady. I squeeze my eyes shut in agony and I can’t help leaving half moons in his forearm as he stitches the gaping hole in my side. It’s the least of my pain right now, my ankle is either broken or at least sprained while my leg is very much broken. 

Jesse decided he had to stitch up my wound first, or I’d bleed out, which means I still have the pain of him resetting my leg to wait for. I’m in so much pain I’m barely self-conscious about being in just my underwear in front of my best friend. We were on patrol when we got jumped by a hoard of 10-20 runners and clickers, and I got thrown off my horse and, of course, tumbled down the most rocky cliff side in the whole area. It was a close one, but we made it and neither of us got bitten, so that’s great but now I’m here in a cabin we don’t know is safe or not; I’m almost butt naked and slipping in and out of consciousness. 

We’re staying put because it’s too dangerous for Jesse to try and get me back in the condition I’m in and we’re pretty sure my horse, Cash, would have bolted straight back to town. They’ll send a search party when Cash returns without either of us in tow, so for now I just have to lie here as Jesse tends to me. 

I passed out again because I’m waking with a scream of pain and an echoing snap of my leg. Jesse looks up at me from where he’s now sat on the floor with my leg in his warm grip, an apologetic look in his charcoal eyes. His hands move down my leg to my ankle and I begin begging him not to and that it’ll be okay if we leave it. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and taking a deep breath before speaking quietly, “We’ll do it on three, okay?” 

“O-Okay.” I nod, hating to see him so mentally hurt by all this and gripping the sheets under me because this is going to hurt even more. I take a deep breath, “O-one,” then another, “Two.” Then I’m screaming again as Jesse popped the bone back into place. 

“I’m sorry.” He leans up between my legs and hugs me as tightly as safely possible without opening the stitches or jostling my leg. I hug him back, crying into his shoulder, feeling that familiar light-headedness again and I know he can sense it too because he’s laying me back down, “Sleep, I’ll be right here, okay?” 

I nod, gripping his hand tightly in mine as the pain takes over and I’m passing out again. 

The sound of a warning shot has me jolting away as Jesse calls into the hallway from where he’s kneeling by my side and his gun aimed at the door. “Who’s there?” 

“It’s us Jesse,” I recognise Ellie’s voice and Jesse just falls back against the bed, gun falling to the floor and face in his arms as his knees are brought to my chest. He’s exhausted and I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but from the look of the sky outside, I think I was out for at least half a day. The sun is still rising. 

Ellie appears in the doorway, shadowed by Joel as they take in the scene before them. It looks a lot worse than it is as the duvet cover thrown aside, drenched in blood and the sheets I’m laying on splattered with them too, so are my clothes and Jesse’s hands. He used the last of the water to clean the open wounds on my side and the cuts all over my body. 

“Check on him,” Joel’s gruff voice brings me back to the land of the living and it dawns me that I’m in my underwear in front of the man I have fallen in love with but his honey eyes don’t show any signs of anything other than concern. Ellie’s guiding Jesse into another room of the cabin while Joel rummages through his pack, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. “What hurts?” 

I open my mouth to speak but even that hurts too much so Joel calls Jesse back in asking Jesse what happened and I just listen as Jesse’s smooth voice flows like velvet around my pain fogged mind, “We got jumped on the way to the lodge, Cash bolted and Y/N got thrown down the… well she got thrown down the cliff-“

“You mean that?!” Ellie’s pointing out the window at the mountain side that has obvious tracks of blood in the snow as Jesse rubs the back of his neck and nods, “How the fuck-“

“Where is she injured?” Joel cuts Ellie off, as if wanting to get me back as soon as possible. 

“I’ve cleaned and stitched up the worse wounds but she’s broken her left leg and her ankle was dislocated, I set them both. I think she’s got a couple of broken ribs, but she won’t tell me.” 

“Okay. Jesse, go saddle up, take her pack with you and Ellie, help me get her dressed. We want to get back to Jackson before the storm hits or any permanent damage is done.” Joel directs my two best friends and I feel myself on the verge of passing out again, barely feeling Ellie’s familiar hands on me or Joel’s calloused ones. A rough thumb is on my chin, parting my lips so two pills can be placed on my tongue and then there’s a rim of a bottle. I do as I’m told, swallowing the pills before I’m sitting back on the bed, this time dressed. 

The painkillers start to kick in, making me a little delirious by the time I’m sitting on Joel’s horse - Callus - with one of his arms around my waist holding me up as the four of us are on the route home. All I can focus on is Joel’s hand pressed against my stomach, grumbling to myself about there being too many layers between my skin and his hands. I’m leaning back into his comforting body, resting my head on his shoulder and giggling as the snow falling tickles my cheeks. 

I’m turning my face to look up at Joel’s cold-flushed one, but he doesn’t look at me. Too busy keeping the horse steady as Jesse’s leading the way back with Ellie behind us. I bring a hand up and lightly scratch his salt and pepper beard; the painkillers getting rid of my verbal filter. It seems as I’m suddenly booping him on the nose and mumbling, “You’re cute. I love you.” It seems it was spoken loud enough for Ellie to let out a choked sound behind us. 

Joel’s face finally turns down to look at me with an unreadable expression that has me shrinking in my seat, but my hand doesn’t want to stop gently scratching his beard. He just watches me for a second longer, those beautifully hazel eyes softening before he has to look up a Jesse’s calling to the people on watch to open the gates. He keeps a hold of me as we come to a stop, Maria and Tommy greeting us in the courtyard by the gates, helping me down after he’s jumped off. 

I cry out in pain, almost falling face first into the snow, having tried jumping down onto my broken-in-two-places left leg because the pain has generally made me so delirious still. Joel scoops me up bridal style and I’m giggling again, sticking my tongue 

out at Jesse, who is shaking his head fondly before he and Ellie disappear to take the horsies home. Joel’s talking to Tommy and Maria as we head towards the building that has been turned into a hospital/infirmary kind of place. I’m not listening to what he’s saying, just watching the way his brow creases with worry and his tongue darts out to wet those pretty lips every so often. My hands moving of its own accord again, moving from where I’ve looped them around his neck to run my thumb over his bottom lip. 

He stops talking and meets my gaze, conflict in his eyes as we enter the building. Tommy and Maria are talking to Theo - the doctor dude - while Joel sets me down on the bed but I let out a sound of protest, grabbing his large hand. He signs softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over me, “Theo needs to check you over, okay? I’ll be right outside talking to Tommy and Maria.” He brushes a strand of my hair out of my eyes and I find myself nodding, eyes slipping shut at the feel of his chapped lips pressed to my forehead before he’s getting up and leaving me to get checked over. 

I think I definitely passed out again because the next time I surface I’m no longer in the hospital bed but a very soft one that smells like heaven and there’s a firm body pressed against my side. I groan, stretching until I let out pained hiss the stitches registering with me and the body next to me stirring too. 

“Easy now,” His voice is sleep filled and deep, the sound going straight south despite the pain I’m which has me blushing because why does this man have such a hold on me. Turning my head to the right I’m met by those hazel eyes that are rimmed golden in the sunlight streaming through the net curtains. He’s right there, noses almost brushing and breath mingling as we just watch each other. I want to move but I can’t, scared to ruin anything between us, but I don’t have to because he’s cautiously moving closer. His hand that was draped over my waist moves to cradle my cheek while he raises to his elbow so he’s hovering over me with eyes searching for some protest from me and finding nothing. 

His lips are gentle and hesitant against mine, thumb and finger gripping my chin and guiding my head as I begin to respond to the kiss and my eyes slide shut. I splay my hands on his bare, toned chest and run them over it, mapping every mole and scar that usually lay hidden under his shirt. He lets out a soft groan and it sends sparks through me but I don’t want this to be rushed, especially with the state I’m in so I pull back a little so I whisper against his lips, “You keep making sounds like that and we’ll be reopening those stitches with the way I jump you.” 

It sends a chuckle rumbling through his chest under my hands before his lips are on mine, even more delicately and he’s laying back down while pulling me with him as gently as possible. It works somehow, the cast on my leg removing any pain I thought I’d feel but then again I might just be drunk on everything Joel. 

His name slips from my lips like a prayer and his rough fingers are running along my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I don’t want this to end; I don’t want to wake up from this beautiful dream. We have to separate for air but that doesn’t stop my trailing kisses down his throat, nipping at the sensitive skin and hearing how he reacts to every little thing before he’s laying me back down next to him. His chest rising and falling rapidly and those eyes darkened with want as he whispers, “We gotta stop or I won’t be able to.” 

“Then don’t.” 

“Darling-“ 

“Joel, you don’t know how long I have wanted this.” 

“We have all the time in the world baby girl.” 

All the time in the world.

[eomayas]

new thing (pt. 5) • pcy

pairing: chanyeol x f!reader, established relationship

genre: angst

synopsis: reader meets chanyeols friends and family, and an unexpected guest changes the course of the night.

warnings: heavy angst. reader and chanyeol have a fight. lots of crying and mixed emotions

a/n: about 2 more chapters before i call this series good. sorry for the ending it’s kinda trash but i wanted to hurry and post thissss. thx for sticking with me 💕

giggling, you push chanyeols hand away from the band of your underwear and turn your body away from him. “yeolie, stop, we’re gonna be late,” you say, but it falls on deaf ears. he reaches for you again, snaking an arm around your waist and pressing your half naked body against his.

“so what?” he mutters, bending down to kiss your neck. you don’t let yourself fall for his touch, and instead pull away from him again. “baby!” he whines, drawing you back into his embrace. you let out a breath and decide to indulge in his clingy behavior, because let’s be real: you love it. you like him all over you and when he can’t stand to be anywhere else but up under you, his hands always touching you.

“i dont want to be late,” you say as he pushes you against the bathroom counter. you let him lift you up and wedge himself between you legs, his teeth gently biting your skin. “and you are not going to give me a big ass hickey before i meet your brother and friends!” you pinch his side and he pulls back with a groan, frowning at you. showing up to meet his friends and family with a giant bruise on your neck was a sure way to leave a lasting impression that you weren’t ready for.

he pouts at you and you can’t help but smile. “don’t mock me,” chanyeol says, resting his large hands on your thighs. you quickly intertwine his fingers with yours so he doesn’t get any ideas and try to delay your leaving. “i’ll be quick.” he tries to reason, and you just raise your eyebrows.

“sure you will,” you roll your eyes and he shakes your intertwined hands.

“just the tip, then,” chanyeol says and you can’t help it when you burst out laughing.

“oh my god! how old are you?” now chanyeol rolls his eyes, though it was a childish suggestion that he’s too grown for. “you’re so horny today.” you tease and he sighs loudly, making you smile.

“you’re mine later,” chanyeol states, big doe eyes looking down at you. you kiss the back of his hand and nod.

“always,” you say and his eyes soften as he practically melts in your grasp. chanyeols cheeks flush pink and you hold back the teasing you want to dish out for the sake of the moment. the words sit on the tip of your tongue, itching to be spoken into existence. but, of course, you hold back, your pride getting in the way. you just can’t handle the thought of him not reciprocating your feelings and not saying it back. if only you knew, though, that he definitely would say it back, would probably scream it and then put it in writing, would maybe, probably, write a song about it to really prove it to you. if only you knew, though.

a nervous smile is plastered on your face as you shake hands with his brother and cousin, sehun and jongin—who told you to call him ‘kai’—respectively. chanyeol is much different than these two, much more relaxed and not as rambunctious as them though there’s only a three year age gap between him and them. you want to joke about it, maybe call him old, but your nerves are in the way and won’t let you get comfortable.

“oh! theres kyungsoo!” sehun says, standing up and waving his arms over to chanyeols college roommate. you take a sip of your water and stand up to shake his head when he gets over to the table.

you introduce yourself to his friend and he gives you a kind smile. you learn quickly that he’s on the quieter side, but sehun gets him talking just as fast. the three of you get lost in a conversation, but you don’t miss when jongin leans behind you to whisper something to chanyeol, and you definitely don’t miss chanyeols reaction: furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes that dart to you momentarily before darting back to his cousin. the two of them excuse themselves from the table for a couple of minutes, and you almost ask him what’s going on but you don’t get the chance.

“i’m sorry, what?” you say, blinking yourself back into the moment when your name is called.

“no worries, i just asked where you went to school,” kyungsoo says with a small smile.

“oh, im still in school in the city—i graduate in the fall,” you say and you see the realization come across his face. his eyes go wide and his mouth forms a small ‘o’. kyungsoo doesn’t say anything, just glances at sehun before changing the subject.

and there goes that feeling again, the one you get where chanyeol introduces you to a new part of his world, the one you get when he calls you childish when you argue, the one that reminds you that you’re still young, not even 22 yet but are involved with a man nearly 11 years older than you. that him and his friends have fully experienced what you’ve just began to understand. that there is still a part of him that you haven’t had a full deep dive into, that you have yet to fully crack him open though you show him every piece of you.

you’re barely listening to what sehun and kyungsoo are saying, your brain elsewhere. you want chanyeol back, for him to look over at you and be able to read you from top to bottom, to see that no, you’re not enjoying yourself, not without him next to you.

sehun starts laughing next to you, and you glance over at him. he’s looking behind your head so you turn to see chanyeol, kai, and two women following them. chanyeol looks stressed out and he keeps wiping around his mouth. you don’t know what to think, until sehun says, “this should be interesting.”

your stomach drops as chanyeol only gets closer, his avoidant gaze finally falling on you and guilt overtaking his features. you manage to control your face and stand up to greet the two women. “y/n, uh, this is minji and… yunhee,” at her name your out stretched hand falters and you feel like a ridiculous prank has been pulled on you. he invited his ex wife?

somehow, you manage to choke out a curt “hello” before sitting back down. you find it hard to look away from yunhee; for starters, she’s beautiful. she has short, dark hair and eyes like chanyeol. her face is mature and slim where you still have that youthful look. she wears a wristwatch, like an adult; you wear bracelets, your left wrist void of a watch. she has a large designer purse; you left yours at home. she looks like she works a real job, at an office, and calls all the shots; you’re still trying to make it through undergrad. you can see exactly where her and chanyeol make more sense. optically, they’re perfect on paper. you and chanyeol just look ridiculous.

you’re not going to sulk in front of the entire table, so you force yourself to start asking everybody questions. minji and chanyeol know each other from undergrad because they were in the same music class. minji and yunhee are sisters. yunhee works in advertisement. you mentally take all of it down. you even see minji and kai giving each other looks that you feel like means something. but above all, you pay attention to how yunhee and chanyeol interact, and when. she’ll tell a joke, and you catch her eyes sliding over to him to see if he’s laughing. you catch her staring at him long after he’s finished talking. you even catch her glance at his left hand—ring finger empty—and your stomach roils when you look at her own left hand and see that her ring finger definitely has a band around it.

you excuse yourself abruptly, knocking into chanyeol as you get up. he looks up at you with concern, as you’ve barely said anything to him since he sat down, and didn’t grab his hand when he put it on your leg. “just going to the bathroom,” you say to him, quickly beelining to the restrooms.

once you get inside, you immediately pull your phone from your pocket and dial seulgi. you have no idea if she’s busy or not, but you’re praying for the latter as the phone rings. you can’t sit at that table for another minute. you’re uncomfortable and feel blindsided, like everybody knew she was going to be there except you.

“hello?” you sigh a breath of relief at your friends voice.

“oh my god, seulgi. are you busy?” you ask, leaning against the counter.

“no, whats up? how is the dinner going?” she asks. you don’t hold back, the words tumbling out of you quicker than you can keep track of. she listens, gasping when you tell her how his ex showed up how you feel like it was a set up. if only it were, so you could proudly go off on everybody sitting outside. “holy shit!”

“so can you please come get me? like, i’m literally about to crawl out of the bathroom window to get out of here,” you say. seulgi scoffs out a laugh and says ‘of course’, and that she’ll be there as soon as possible, before the two of you hang up.

letting out a breath, you slip your phone back into your pocket and start washing your hands though you didn’t use the restroom. the door to the restroom opens and you glance over, you spine going rigid when yunhee steps through. she looks at you through the mirror and you downcast your eyes to your hands, quickly rinsing them off and snatching paper towels out of the dispenser. “hey…” she says awkwardly, folding her hands in front of herself.

you only look at her through the mirror, stone faced. “look, i didn’t know you were going to be here either, if i’m being honest,” she says with a sigh, dropping her hands against her legs. you furrow your eyebrows, not truly grasping the weight of what she’s saying. “minji… she just said chanyeol was throwing a dinner. she begged me to go, so i did. i didn’t know you were going to be here until we got here and i saw him outside with his cousin.” yunhee admits, and you feel like throwing up. minji wanted something to happen between you and yunhee, between you and chanyeol, because there was no reason for her to lie to her own sister about her ex husbands whereabouts. she doesn’t think your relationship with chanyeol is legit—hell, none of them probably think it’s going to last. you’re just a stop along the way for him, until he goes back to her.

you swallow the lump in your throat and nod, tossing the soiled paper towels in the trash. “i can leave, if you want. i’m not the kind of person who would just… show up like that. i’m not going to lie and say i still love him, because i do, but i’m not in love with him. he’s a really good guy—he didn’t know i was coming either,” you wish she would just stop talking, but she keeps going on like it’s word vomit. you tune her out after hearing that she still loves him, your vision blurring for a second before you blink back tears.

“please, just stop,” you say, framing your face with your hands and pushing your hair back tightly enough for it to pull your skin back. you let go and let your hands fall, feeling tired and over the night. “you can stay because i’m leaving, i really don’t care what the rest of you all do tonight.” yunhee presses her lips together and you take one last look at yourself in the mirror before leaving her alone in the bathroom.

to you misfortune, you have to pass by your table in order to get out of the restaurant. there’s no way for you to sneak out without being noticed, so you pick up your last shred of dignity and march over to the table. you place a hand on chanyeols shoulder, startling him with a flinch of his shoulders. he relaxes once he sees it’s you though it doesn’t last long when he sees the look on your face. “can i talk to you real quick?” you ask quietly. he nods and stands up, grabbing your hand and letting you lead him out of the restaurant. “i’m gonna head home.” you say honestly.

chanyeols face falls. “why? what’s going on?” he asks, grabbing your other hand and tugging you close to him. you let out a breath and avoid his eyes because you feel like crying and know that you probably will if you look at him for a second too long.

“i’m just… this is not what i was expecting and it’ll just be better for me to go home,” you say, trying to pull your hands out of his grasp but chanyeol only tugs you back towards him, determined to get you to stay and work it out.

“y/n, ple- no, i’m going home,” you say sternly, cutting him off mid sentence. he sets his jaw and lets your hands fall, folding his arms across his chest.

“fine. but we’re gonna talk about this later,” he doesn’t give you much room to disagree, and you just nod. he stares down at you, trying to figure you out. “how are you getting home?” he asks.

“seulgi,” you answer. he nods and runs a hand through his hair.

“i’ll wait with you,” he says. you don’t try to argue with him and tell him that you’re fine and can stand out here alone, that you’re a grown woman. instead, you wrap your arms around your midsection to keep warm, your sweater not doing much to keep you warm.

wordlessly, chanyeol slips his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders. you slip your arms in and revel at its warmth, mumbling a ‘thank you’ to your boyfriend.

a handful of silent minutes later, seulgis car pulls up to the curb. you unzip chanyeols jacket and hand it back to him before turning on the balls of your feet. “hey,” he says softly, reaching for your forearm. you look at him over your shoulder and let yourself be pulled when he tugs you towards him. chanyeol places a soft kiss against your lips as if to remind you that he’s not nearly as mad as you probably think he is. “i’ll see you later.” he says after he pulls away. you nod and quickly get into seulgis car, not looking back at him as she peels out of the parking lot.

you’re in your pajamas when chanyeol comes over less than an hour later. you let him in and soundlessly make your way into your bedroom, sitting on your bed while he takes your desk chair. “what happened?” chanyeol asks, getting right to the point.

“why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” you counter. he frowns at you and lightly shakes her head.

“i didnt know she was coming. by that time, it was too late.”

now it’s your turn to frown at him. “you could have told her to leave.”

“minji is her sister, and also my friend. i wasn’t going to tell her to leave when she’d already shown up. i’m sorry that she shows up unannounced, but we’re in the same boat,” you stare at him, not even what to think of what he’s saying. “what? you don’t believe me?”

“i dont know know! she told me she still loves you, so i don’t even know what to think right now,” you huff, trying to keep your voice lower so you don’t disturb seulgi.

chanyeols frown deepens. “when did she say that?”

“does it even matter?” you ask. he opens his mouth and closes it, looking down at the floor. “what, do you still love her?” it’s a stupid question with an answer you’re not sure you actually to hear, no matter what it is. you don’t know if you’re ready for it.

“y/n,” he says it like a warning, but his eyes give him away. you feel gutted, like somebody ripped out your insides and stopped all over them. tears spring to your eyes and you press the back of your hands into them to keep the tears from falling. “y/n.” he says again.

“it’s fine, chanyeol,” you sniff, pulling your hands away when you feel you’ve got your emotions under control. “it’s fine. you both feel the same, it’s whatever.” you sniff again and curse when your eyes well up for the third time tonight.

“what are you saying, y/n?” you stare at a random spot on your floor while his eyes bore holes into you. you dont like where this conversation is going, and you’ve said too much to take back.

poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue, you wipe at a stray tear that falls. “everybody thinks i’m just a stop along the way before you go back to her,” your voice cracks and opens up a dam of tears that blur your vision. “we don’t make sense compared to you and her. i’m not somebody you marry. i’m still in school, trying to figure out my life, and you already know what the world has to offer. we don’t make sense.” you’re full on crying now, folding yourself over and burying your face in your hands.

chanyeol just stares at you, heavily confused at where this is all coming from. you’ve never expressed anything like this, but if he finds out that you’ve been holding this back for months, he’s going to be pissed. “y/n, stop. why are you saying all of this?”

“because! i’m too young for you! you deserve somebody your own age—everybody thinks that!”

“i think i’ll be the judge of my own life, but alright,” he scoffs, shaking his head. chanyeol hates to see you cry, but he thinks you’re being overlydramatic. “and i don’t care what they think.” he adds.

“you fucking should, because they’re the people closest to you. and i don’t know if i can put up with being the youngest in the room every time i’m with your friends. i can literally feel the years between us.” you roughly wipe at your eyes finally look up at him. his expression is hard, one you’ve only seen a few times. you’ve finally pissed him off.

this is it, you think. this is the part where he sees where he should’ve kept you at a distance. where he sees how juvenile you really are, and where there’s truth in your words.

chanyeol digs the heels of his palms into his eyes frustratedly and drags his hands over his face. “so what do you really want, y/n? what do you want from me?” your heart rate speeds up at his tone of voice. what you really want is to restart this entire night, and for him to call you ‘baby’, or anything other than your first name.

“i dont know,” you whisper pitifully. an oh my god emits from his lips and he shakes his head. chanyeol runs his hands through his hair and tugs at the roots.

“i cant fix anything if you don’t tell me what you want,” he says, looking at your pointedly. “if all you want is for us to be closer in age, then you’re really out of luck.” you’re silent, because now that you’ve said your piece, all you’ve discovered is that you truly just needed to vent to somebody other than seulgi. and maybe doing that to your boyfriend on a particularly tense night wasn’t the smartest idea.

“i dont know,” you say again, more tears coming to your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. the room is quiet except for your sniffling and quiet whimpers. you just want him to hold you, but you’re not going to ask for that, not when you’re the cause of your own misery.

“i think… i think we should take a break, y/n. just for a little while,” all the air is sucked out of your lungs and you nearly choke at his words. between the two of you, you didn’t expect him to be the one to say that he wants to break up. “i don’t know what’s been going on, but i just want us to get back to where we were. i dont know how to help you, but maybe some time apart will be good for us.”

you feel your insides melting and your world being flipped upside down. you could be set on fire right now, and nothing would hurt you the way his words are. there’s a knife in your stomach that keeps getting twisted the more he talks, and yours mere moments away from screaming at him to stop.

you barely register him stand up and coming over to you until you’re pushing him away from you with too much force. it doesn’t do much to him, but he does feel his heart crack in half, and then into fourths and so on. he winces when you tell him to get out, but he obliges and leaves quietly.

the worst of it all was that you didn’t even get the chance to tell him how you really feel; that you love him more than you thought a human was truly capable. that he’s probably the only person you’ve ever felt this way about, and that you knew it was real when he was the first person you thought of in the morning and the last person you thought of before you went to bed. because now he’s gone, all because of you, and you’re not sure you’ll ever get the chance to tell him the truth.

[notariahere]

crush on you (yasuo x reader)

a/n i really liked it while writing this so please show love!! and it’s big yet amazing (; so hope you enjoy it!

working in a bar on ionia is like sacrificing your life. there will be many fights among drunk people that their lives are miserable, men and women making out in front of you and you, who gives alcohol to the people. you liked that but by the time the same things happened, your life became boring and tiring until…

…your life became more interesting and upside down when a mysterious man appeared in the bar. he looked tall, long brown hair tied in a ponytail and a blue coat/scarf with his torso appearing as well. you didn’t hesitate, you bit your lip while he approached you

“can a get a drink? maybe two… drinks?” the man said

you turned around and saw his brown eyes looking at you “yeah… here you go.. so what brought you here?”

“a drink really gets me out of all my troubles i made.. after all i’ve done, i ran away and ran away by having drinking problems too” now you know who he is since you recognize him well..

“ah! are you the man who killed his brother??”

he sighed “yes.. everyone knows me and my name too”

“no i don’t know it.. shall we introduce ourselves.. if you want to..”

he sad-smiled “i’m yasuo”

you said your name trying to hand-shake him. your hands were small against his. first time in your life you had heart-eyes. you blushed and you thought that this is your first time feeling that you have a crush on a man.

“pleasure to meet you” you said

he pointed to the glass that made you realize that he wants an another drink. you get him another one while you get a drink for yourself too.

hours passed by talking and laughing. you never saw the other side of him. drunk, flirty, open-minded and funny. did you really start to fall in love with a guy who many people hated him but in real time he was innocent for all he has done.

“i have to go. to.. continue my ride and i hope to see you again. you seem a good person” he said making you sad.

“hope so..” you sad-smiled. you really wanted to hug him but you were afraid if he would get uncomfortable “see you.. soon.. i guess”

he laughed. you really liked his laugh “see you soon. until then, bye”

he left. you cleaned the bar while talking to yourself

“damn, do i really have a crush on him.. he looked attractive and cute when he was drunk. he flirted with me a lot. talked about how cute i look when i blushed. oh my goodness did he noticed that i blushed? oh no! but nonetheless, i really hope he would come again. i really wanna tell him how i feel. im in love with him..”

2 weeks passed by. you didn’t see him. you started to miss him more and more but you have to forget him because you know that he will never come back until everything about his life changed. he came back to ionia to “clean” his name after all he has done but little did you know that you guys will meet again but under in bad conditions on the bar..

two men, drunk came through the bar and started out of blue fighting. you really had to stop them but you get hit by one of the two. a scar started to appear next to your lips, bruises everywhere while they cuss you until..

you saw him again. with no second thought he started to fight them and he killed them. you felt so sensitive about seeing dead bodies and you started to cry. the swordman dropped his sword down and run to you trying to comfort you. he hugged you

“it’s okay now, it’s okay.. let me look at you, oh my goodness…” he saw you with bruises, scars and almost half naked. you didn’t know what to do. you were weak.

“they made a mess in the bar yas! how im gonna suppose to clean it up?” you said while crying

“imma help you out no need to worry about it. get yourself some rest right there” he pointed to the table. you sit on the table while you watched him cleaning the bar but you can’t help it out because you wanna clean up too. you did it so and he smiled while watching you cleaning up. you see him smiling at you and got confused

“why are you smiling?”

“nothing” he smirked.

after cleaning up the bar you took the chance and confessed him

“yasuo, look, i really wanna say this now and probably i’ll never see you again so i wanna say that now. i… i have a crush on you… i really like you since you first came up here. i like your smile, laugh, eyes, when you’re flirting. everything about you makes me fall in love more and more time by time.. and i know that i’ll never see you again. if you reject me that’s okay-”

his lips were on yours. you were shocked. it lasted a minute and you felt like it lasted for a decade. his lips were soft and passionate.

“never thought that a girl would confess me.” he says while smiling “i really like you too. you thought that i will reject you?” while he poked your nose “i liked you since when i entered the bar. your eyes, smile and if you let me say it.. your body. you’re cute and funny and you understand me well enough and i really appreciate it. never thought that a person like you would stand by my side..”

“i love you” you said to him. he never heard this word ever before even his parents never said “i love you” to him. now how he is supposed to say it back?

“yasuo, you dont have to say that you love me back, your confession is good enough for me”

“love you too babe” you widened your eyes while he called you “babe”

“did you really called me… babe?”

he laughed “yes. what? is there a problem?”

you laughed “no it’s okay! at least i like it when you call me that.. your voice hypnotizes me”

he widened while his hand was on his neck “oh! it does?”

you giggled “yes”

“well will you be my… partner? is that how they saying it?”

you giggled again “yes is this is how you saying it and yes i will be your partner” while you hugged him.

he never felt so much love. he bit his lip and hugged you more tightly.

“you will leave ionia to continue your.. journey?” you looked up to him while his large hands was in your waist

“… nah i don’t think so… unless you wanna come with me. do you want to be on my side?”

“yes. like the wind.” you said while smiling

he smiled back “so you will be like a wind, always by my side.”

“yes.” you said

“then let’s go!” he grabbed your hand and you guys left. while starting a new page in both of your life’s. living in peace without no one else hurting you. you really admire him playing the flute while you hummed in the melodies and notes. sung together, traveling together and doing everything together. he was the perfect boyfriend and if not boyfriend, husband material. and then your life has been happily ever after. with the person you love and you will always love..

a/n hope you enjoyed it! 2 hours of writing it (; love u <3

[saltwater-and-woodsmoke]

Frustrated || Rudy Pankow

Olivia is having a little lot of trouble getting herself off. Frustrated, she seeks out her neighbor across the hall.

Warnings: smut smut smut, protected intercourse (p in v; always used protection. Birth control implant in this case.), rough sex, casual sex, desperate sex, blow job (mentioned), verbal consent (very important!!)

This is a repost from my main blog. I am reposting to this account so all my writing is in one place

Olivia let out a frustrated groan, removing her hand from where it rested tucked under the waistband of her black lace panties. She was horny. It was simple. Usually, she had no issue getting herself off but for the last week, she just couldn’t get there. She’d tried for hours at this point and nothing had helped.

With a sigh, she rolled over and unplugged her phone from the bedside table. It was two in the morning. None of the guys she’d call when she reached this point would be up. Except him.

Rudy fucking Pankow, the sandy haired man made by the gods themselves. He was younger than her by a year, not that it mattered, and he was hot. Unfortunately they had opposite schedules with the film he was currently working on, which meant he filmed most nights. Except Sunday, which meant he’d be home and in an attempt to keep his sleep schedule regularized would be up playing something on his gaming system. There was just one teeny tiny issue.

Eighteen months ago, after she had practically choked on his cock and he’d literally put her on a different planet with three orgasms of her own, he’d declared it a one time thing. A one night stand with his neighbor across the hall. He’d barely said ten words to her other than the casual hello when they met in the hall since then.

But Olivia was desperate. She needed to cum, and it needed to be soon. She couldn’t stand these attempts to get herself off, she was so wet she could feel it on her thighs. With a groan, she pulled herself out of her bed, not caring to put pants on, and slipped an oversized sweater over her naked breasts. Well, here goes nothing.

She made it across the hall of her apartment complex in three steps, raising her hand to his door and knocking once, twice, three times. She heard a muffled “Jesus Christ, it’s two fifteen in the morning. I’m coming.” Before the door cracked open.

“Olivia.” He was surprised at first, then taking in her appearance confusion set in. “You’re not wearing pants.” She rolled her eyes.

“Thanks Captain obvious.” She said “I need help.”

“What do you need help with at this hour?” Realization hit once he said the words, taking in her half naked appearance again. “I told you a year and half ago, Liv, it was a one time thing.”

“Rudy, please.” Her voice came out as a whine. “I haven't had a fucking orgasm in a week. I can’t get myself off with my fucking hand!” He scoffed at her with a roll of his eyes.

“Sounds like you better invest in a vibrator then, Liv. I don’t know what else to tell you.” He deadpanned, then the door clicked shut in front of her.

She barely made it into her apartment before she let out a scream of frustration, tears pooling in her eyes and slipping down her cheeks. Was an orgasm really so much to ask for? Hell, he didn’t even have to touch her, maybe just talking her through it would do the trick. All she knew is that she was so horny it physically hurt, and she didn’t know that was a thing that could happen to women. Desperate, she dialed all of the five numbers she had for casual sex. Four of them were disconnected, and the fifth one, a woman answered so she said she had the wrong number.

She let out another groan, throwing her phone on the couch. She was about to throw herself on the couch as well when a knock came from her door. Wiping her eyes she walked to the door, opening it to see Rudy leaning against the frame. He looked her once over with a frown.

“You were screaming. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He said, sounding concerned. “Are you crying?”

“No. Not that it’s any of your concern, Pankow.” She quipped at him. “Have a nice night.” She tried to shut the door but he stuck his foot in the way to stop it, looking at her with a frown.

“Are you really that horny?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “I mean, any man with eyes can see you’re soaked, Liv.”

“Do you really think I would have come to you if I wasn’t desperate, Pankow? I survived eighteen months without you.” She told him. “Hell, I don’t even need you to touch me, literally you talking me through touching myself would probably work.” He hummed,

“You sure want to do this? I’m not doing anything until you tell me yes. Not talking you through it, not touching you.” He told her. “And this stays between us. I don’t do casual sex.” She opened the door to let him in completely. She could feel his eyes on her and for some reason she felt extremely small next to him, despite being only two inches shorter.

“Rudy, I say this with the most consent I can muster. I want you to fuck me.” She said, sighing softly. “I don’t want you to be soft, I want you really fuck me.”

His lips mashed into hers. There was nothing romantic about the kiss, it was sloppy and teeth clashing but she wasn’t complaining one bit. It was eighteen months of pent up longing looks as one them watched the other walk down the hall, snarky comments, and almost dirty looks when they saw each other in public.

Hell, to the public they hated each other. It was a well known war between them on the internet, like they were college kids pranking each other. No one besides them knew about that night, just like no one would know about this night.

His hands slid underneath her sweater to grope her breasts, pulling a moan from her throat. He muttered a “jump” against her lips, gripping the back of her thighs as he walked towards her bedroom. Before she knew it, both of them were naked, him hovering over her.

“Last chance to back out.” His voice was dark, almost matching the clouded over blue of his eyes. She bit her lip as if she was contemplating it, but then grinned at him.

“Just fuck me already, Pankow.” She said.

“You on birth control?” He moved to start pressing himself inside of her, deciding to be nice and give her time to adjust to his size. She nodded quickly, her nails digging into his biceps as her walls stretched around his thick length.

“Implant.” Her voice came out almost as a moan. “Don’t be gentle with me, Rudy. I swear to god.”

It was like a switch flipped inside of him. He pulled back until he was inserted into her at just the tip, then snapped his hips forward harshly. Swiftly, he pushed one of her legs up towards her chest, his hand coming up to wrap itself around her throat just tight enough to increase her pleasure. The angle of his thrusts, the harsh pace, allowed him to hit that spot inside her that had her becoming a ticking time bomb.

Rudy knew she wasn’t going to last long, rather it be from the pace he’d set or from the fact she hadn’t cum in a week. Maybe it was a combination of both, but he knew she was close to that metaphorical edge and he was determined to push her off of it.

“Look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat, Liv. Being such a good little cock whore for me.” He rasped. “Gonna come in your pretty little pussy.” She clenched around him at his words, signaling to him she was close.

She came loudly, digging her sharp nails into his back as she clenched around him. His thrusts stuttered as she did, but he continued to fuck her through her high. It only took a few more of those stuttered, rushed thrusts before he was letting go in thick, hot, ropes inside of her, a loud moan leaving his throat as he did.

He pulled out of her slowly, watching as the mixture of their releases dripped out of her. As she caught her breath, he redressed. Silently walking into her en suite bathroom, he grabbed a washcloth, running it under warm water and coming back to gently clean up the mess between her legs. He tossed the washcloth into the laundry basket by her closet, going over to dig through her drawers for clean underwear and found a t-shirt for her to wear. She half heartedly helped him dress her.

Her hand grasped his wrist as he pulled her comforter up around her. He looked down at the green eyed girl, who looked up at him through heavy eyes.

“Hey.” She whispered. “Thank you. I won’t tell anyone.”

Rudy didn’t know what came over him, but he leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead before he smiled down at her. He didn’t understand what he was feeling at the moment, but it rolled in his gut and he knew he had to get out of there.

“Don’t mention it.” He told her. “Good night, Liv.”

Liv woke up the next morning, her body screaming at her. It took her a moment to realize what had happened last night. Rudy had fucked her hard, but then it was like a switch had flipped in him and he was the most gentle person on the planet. She was confused. Walking out of her room towards her kitchen, she picked her phone up off the couch.

3 new messages from: the ass in apt 5B.

3:45 am: I don’t know what kind of spell you put me under but I don’t think I’m complaining.

3:47 am: maybe I do do casual sex, but only with you.

5:39 am: you know what? Fuck it, be ready at 7:30 (pm) I’m taking you out for dinner. It’s a date. Sorry I suck at this.

[sisi-misi123]

This is Nikolai Lantsov x fem reader. Well i stil can't write summary soo

A/n: I don't know but this might be disturbing for someone so I'm putting warnings. But this turned out good. And again sorry if it has mistakes.

Warnings: eati!g d!sord!r, abu!e, t!xic boyfriend, star!ing, se!f ha!m sc!rs

,,As you say moi tsar!"

You sat in the gardens of the Grand Palace and thought about your conversation with Nina earlier. She encouraged you to be yourself and not hide in baggy clothes. This worried you slightly, not that Nina noticed your insecurity about wearing tight clothes, and the fact that she can tell you starve yourself for days just to please your jerk boyfriend. Nina wouldn't be able to understand...for now. Your boyfriend is a duke who is highly respected. He wanted you to be impossibly thin so you wouldn't run away from him and be beautiful enough.

A servant came to you and told you that you should prepare for a meeting with the king of Ravka. You have heard this and that about the scarred Tsar Nikolai Lantsov, but you have never met him. You should be trained in the Little Palace, but your village hid you to help them. However, you fought side by side with the Sun Summoner, and when the battle was over you were to become the betrothed of this hideous duke.

You got up and headed to your room to get ready, but when you tried to put on your kaftan it didn't fit you. Your boyfriend showed up at the door and said you'd have to lose so much weight in order to it's up. You were furious because according to him only sickly thin girls were beautiful and you were far from thin....So you took the kaftan and threw it on him and dumped him. However, he got angry and hit you so hard , that you saw stars. You hit him on the head with your hairbrush and ran out of the room. After you thought you were far enough away from him you collapsed into a dark corner of one of the hallways. You started crying, it wasn't because you felt guilty about hitting your ex, it was because for so long you were afraid and did not want to save yourself from him. Even now you were scared, so much. Because he could come to his senses at any moment, find you and.....he could do a lot of things. You got up, wiped your tears and plastered a fake smile on your face. As you was just entering the Great Hall, you bumped into someone.

You: I'm so, so sorry!

When you look at his face you realised that this was king Nikolai lantsov. And you bumped into him! That was so embarrassing.

Nikolai: No need to worry, darling!

You: It was so stupid of me, My Highnese!

Nikolai: Just Nikolai please!

Apparently the blow your ex gave you left a wound because the king's eyes widened at the sight of your shoulder and neck. You have bruises and sores all over your body because it wasn't the first time he hit you.

Nikolai: You're hurt!

You: That's nothing...

Nikolai: Who did this to you?!

You: It's not big of a deal.

Nikolai: It is when someone has hit you!

You: My boyfriend dis this, but now he is ex boyfriend.

Nikolai: Where is he?

You: I-i hit him and he is unconscious i think...

Nikolai: Did he hit you first?

You: Y-yes.

Nikolai: Has he hit you any other time?

You: I-i'm afraid i can't tell you that...

Nikolai: Why?

You: If he...if he find out I'm telling you this...he might beat me to...to death....

Nikolai took your hand and took you to the infirmary. Corporalnik trained there you took off the shirt you were wearing and remained in your underwear. You instinctively covered your body with your arms. The king had turned away so as not to disturb you. The healer said your body has so many scars and bruises, that it is unrecognizable. Only then did the king turn and his eyes widened barely perceptibly, but still he could see.

You: I'm sorry, but can i put my shirt back on. It's embarrassing for me to sit half naked in the presence of the king.

The healer: Miss i have to heal you.

You got a little angry: Oh trust me i can bare a little pain. I suffered for two years, it won't matter to me if I suffer this minimal pain!

Nikolai: Why didn't you tell anyone Y/n?

You: How do you know my name?

The healer left the room.

Nikolai: Maybe you've heard of a privateer named Stormhund?

You: Yes, I've worked with him before the civil war-Wait! You?

Nikolai: A tailor made my face unrecognisable.

You: You're lying!

Nikolai: I'm not lying, little rabbit!

That was the nickname Stormhund gave you because you get scared easily... It wasn't possible...or it was?

You: Oh my- I can't believe!

Nikolai: Come here!

You hugged him tightly.

Nikolai: Why did you let some duke starve you and beat you?!

You: I was scared.

Nikolai: Oh my dear! I love you!

You: I love you too!

He kissed you gently.

Nikolai: I'm gonna help you be yourself and to love yourself.

You: As you say, moi tsar!

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

thinking abt cowboy danny, riding his while he’s wearing a big black cowboy hat, maybe he even has a bit of a southern accent. I NEED IT SO BAD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

OH GOD MY SOUTHERN HEART IS GOING TO BE RIPPED TO SHREDS LETS FUCKIN DO IT.

Living with your boyfriend on the road while on tour sounded like a lot of fun, and it is! But it's just the times you are in a place you don't know almost 3 times a week, makes you feel like a fish out of water. The way you've been homesick too as well doesn't help. You almost feel like a baby talking about your home state so much, but Danny and the boys are always interested to hear all about it. Sometimes the boys even tease you for your accent, you don't think it's very thick but being born and raised in the south, it's kinda hard not to. But the accents the boys put on just makes you laugh or roll your eyes from their playful ribbing.

It's not until after the few shows from your home state are over and you are off to the next state, the home sickness is really taking its toll. Sitting at some restaurant in some east coast town, picking at your food you can't help but wish you were back home. Surrounded by the familiar weather, delicious comfort food, and places you knew without having to use a GPS is all you need. Even just hearing a familiar accent would set your mind at ease.

Danny can see the look of despair on your features, silent amongst the ever present chatter of the Kiszka’s. "You okay?" He'd ask softly, not wanting to put all the focus of the table on you. "It's dumb." "Why would you say that?" "Because I miss home and if I do talk about it, I'm going to cry and I don't wanna cry." You mumble pushing the food around your plate. Danny only places a comforting hand on your back, slowly running up and down your back as you try to focus on the conversation at hand.

A few days go by and you finally get to spend the night off the bus and in a hotel, a room with a bed not attached to an engine and wheels, thank god. You ran down stairs to grab a few snacks from the little shop in the lobby, only to return to the room in almost complete darkness besides the lamp in the corner shining on Danny, classic country music playing softly in the background. Danny sits half naked in the armchair in the corner in sunglasses, jeans and a black cowboy hat some fan must've tossed on stage a few shows ago.

"Howdy, little lady." Danny smirks, tilting the brim of the hat to you. The display makes you grin wide, "What's all this?" You ask, setting down the goodies on the dresser. "Wanted to make you feel a little more at home." He smirks as he stands taking his sunglasses off as he makes his way over to you, he holds out your hand, Neon Moon plays in the background making you giggle. "You've always liked this song haven't you? You taught me to two step to this song." He smiles reminiscing on the wedding you two went to, the first time you and Danny had been to together. You take his hand gently, he pulls you close to him, "Mm I've always loved this song. You had two left feet then." You chuckle at the memory. Danny spins you, "That was a while ago, I ain't that bad of a dancer no more." "Okay Danny, darlin, I'm southern, not uneducated." You grin at his attempt. "And do not say it's the same thing or I will not so accidentally step on your foot." You smile making Danny chuckle. "I wouldn't dream of it."

The song fades out and is replaced by some old George Strait tune. "You really do know me, huh?" "Well you are my favorite cowgirl." He smiles, leaning in to kiss your lips. It's a sweet kiss, one that makes you sway to song, "But how 'bout them cowgirls," he sings along with the song holding you close to his warm chest, you smile against him. You kiss at his neck, "You really know how to make a girl feel loved." You smile.

"Because I love ya." He smirks before kissing you again. "Let me make you feel at home, pretty baby." He whispers against your lips, his accent adding a rasp to his voice making your heart flutter.

You kiss him back hard, your hands going to back and holding him closer to you, Danny leans down to you, "Jump." He whispers, you do as he says, letting Danny hold you around his waist. He walks over to the edge of the bed, sitting down to have you in hit lap. It's hot and heavy fast, his hands pulling off your shirt and your bra with ease. Your own hands work at his jeans, "Ya know, most cowboys don't wear their jeans this tight." "Well, my Wranglers were hanging out on the line so." He smiles charmingly against your lips as you lift yourself to get at the fastening of his pants.

Danny pulls down your shorts and underwear until it's just you two and Danny's cowboy hat. He goes to pull it off, "No no." You say in a hurry, a bit quicker than you anticipated. Danny freezes, "Keep it on." You whisper, fixing the hat on his curly head. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy type of thing?" "Yeah, that kinda thing." You say with a blush creeping into your cheeks.

Danny moves the both of you further on to the bed, his back against the wooden bedframe. His erection resting against his stomach, you lower yourself down on to him, slow and carefully until he's fully inside of you. You both groan at the feeling of the other and lean into him holding yourself up by his shoulders. "Come on cowgirl, show me how you ride." He teases with a deepness to his voice and a drawl that makes you clench around him. You begin to move against him, feeling him stretch you out, his hands on your hips helping you move, dull nails digging into your ass.

You moan as he brushes against your gspot as you grind down against him. "Fuck baby." You moan, eyes hooded in pleasure, Danny brings his hand down and runs his fingers over your clit. You can't help but move faster against him, his lips kissing at your chest as you bounce, groans and harsh breaths leaving his pretty pink lips.

Your legs begin shaking from riding him, Danny smirks as he pulls you closer to you, "So close. Come on baby, let me make you cum for me." He whispers in your ear before he begins to slam his hips up into you, his cock slamming deeper and harder inside of you, making you cry out his name and dig your nails into his shoulders.

It doesn't take much longer between Danny's fingers and his cock you are a moaning mess. You cum hard all over Danny's cock, clenching tight all around him, your face buried in the crook of his neck as he moans your name and cums only moments behind you.

You roll off of Danny, gasping for breath, your eyes hardly able to stay open. You let your head roll to the side, taking in the look of a fucked out, blush red and sweating Danny in a black felt cowboy hat. You can't help but smile and laugh to yourself, "Did mighty fine cowboy." You grin, mocking his bad fake accent. Danny chuckles before taking his hat off, placing it on your own head, "Looks better on you anyway." He whispers before running the back of his index finger over your cheek, "I can't wait to take you out dancing again." You smile, "Only if I get cowboy boots first." He teases, "Oh, that can be arranged."

[seoafin]

your eyes [they turn me]

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru (yes it’s poly au except geto is not home) warnings: uhhhhh mandatory gojo warning; mentions of threesomes and porn; gojo runs his mouth too damn much someone gag him word count: ~2.5k

[NSFW] 18+ only

“Just who,” Satoru grits out, punctuating the word with a deep thrust that has your cunt struggling to accommodate him, “do you think I was jerking off to in high school?”

There are too many instances to name: the rain turning your shirt sheer, your admittedly boring choice of underwear that did more for him than any gravure model could; the way your cheeks had hollowed out over the popsicle he had stuck in your mouth; your skirt (short to Shoko’s modest pencil skirt) riding up high on your thigh–

The answer he’s expecting to hear, had you been coherent enough to answer, is Suguru. He knows you.

You’re right. To an extent.

The room has become stifling hot, the humid air sticking to your skin as your mouth opens and closes to intake air, but your lungs have difficulty doing anything but sending out shaky moans that Satoru relishes, even though it renders you incapable of saying anything back.

Look at me, he wants to say. For once, look at me.

It had been an admittedly childish moment that had started it all: he had found you surrounded by piles of boxes in the storage room, and upon his approach there had been something on your lap. The gravure magazines you had gifted him on his seventeenth birthday to Suguru’s great amusement (and laugh). He had been expecting, anticipating even, the slightest hint of jealousy inspired by the keepsake he couldn’t bring himself to throw out.

Instead you beamed at him. You kept it! I’m so happy! 

“Not Kuroki Meisa, not Komatsu Ayaka,” he brings you impossibly closer, his fingers curled into your waist. The thumb on his right gingerly traces the scar lining your abdomen in a familiarity only two men can claim with your body, as he brings you into him again and again and again, pussy eagerly accepting him every time with wet slaps that ring throughout the room. You’re so wet that despite that physical exhaustion he’s sure has already set in from the previous orgasms he had wrung from you, you physically cringe with every noise your conjoined bodies make. If you could expend the energy, he’s sure you’d be covering your face with your hands.

Satoru can’t help but snort. You hadn’t even blinked twice at accidentally walking in on him and Suguru nearly naked in the shared men’s bath multiple times throughout your years at Jujutsu Tech. You had only mumbled a sleep dredged apology and shuffled back out to the girl’s bath, located right across the hall, wounding egos in the process.

It’s a bit thrilling, to see you flustered after all this time. Satoru has half a mind to thoroughly tease you; calling you a lewd pervert always seems to do the trick, the words riling you up in utter embarrassment like nothing else. And there’s not a lot Satoru loves more than seeing you embarrassed, so embarrassed that you refuse to meet his eyes, so embarrassed that you try to squirm away from him as if denying the fact that he can feel your cunt swallowing and milking his cock dry.

He decides against it. Suguru is coming home tonight. The two of them would ideally like you to be conscious for it. 

He’s acquainted himself with every cry that escapes your mouth, every twitch, shudder, and jerk of your body; all of the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm, including the way you clench around him, as if your body can’t bear to be apart. It somewhat eases the burned teenager he had once been, knowing that while your head may have not quite caught up yet, your body knows.

“Satoru,” you choke out, face pressed to the side of the pillow. Your fingers uselessly grip at the sheets for a stability that doesn’t exist. You are still hesitant to initiate any sexual touch with him. “I’m…”

And now your unsteady moans are increasing, hips bucking either in an attempt to meet him halfway or writhe away from him, and your eyes glaze over, in that glassy way that hints at an impending orgasm.

Well, he can’t have that.

He pinches at your clit, sending sparks shooting up your spine as you arch against the bed. He exhales appreciatively, breath nearly stuttering at the way you tense around him. Without stopping, his hands slip down from your waist down to your thighs, picking them up and nearly flattening them against your chest. 

He’ll bring you back down to Earth with him.

Satoru enjoys this view the most, spread below him, your breasts moving with the pace of his thrusts. It’s at times like these he misses Suguru’s hands the most; playing with your nipples, rubbing at your clit, wrapped around him—

His hips snap against yours even more concisely, angling himself in a way he knows you like. When you choke on your breath, he grins. 

“I did jerk off to Nishimori Alice though. Suguru and I both,” he says as casually as he can muster, amidst the squelching and slapping of flesh. He drives into you a bit harder, careful not to completely tip you over—not yet—he needs your attention on him now, and your whimpers join the fray. Dropping Suguru’s name does the trick, you squeeze your eyes shut, appropriately flustered.

“She looks like you, y’know? It wasn’t hard to pretend.”

Not that hard anyway. Not if he didn’t look too hard at the face and focused on the similar body proportions. It was easy to imagine you in the various positions the calendar shoot commanded though, set in the same lingerie and bikinis and cosplays the real practical you would likely never entertain. 

It’s for your own good, a better part of him does acknowledge. For all the ways he’s been revered and feared as a God, Satoru doesn’t know if he’s a strong enough man to let you off with a day. Or two. He wouldn’t be the only one—

He could ask. But you’d stare at him blankly, trying to discern his true intentions, as if just wanting to see you dressed in revealing clothing and lace wasn’t enough. Because, he knows, a part of you has resigned yourself to be undesirable in his eyes and cannot construe his love as anything more than lust. An indication to the hot headed youth he had been, unable to articulate any of the feelings that gripped him in any other form than an insult.

You’ll never get a man dressed like that! (The sundress you had worn out in your second summer together. It had been white and flowy, and at the right angle, see through. You weren’t wearing a bra. Others had noticed, including pesky passerby that Satoru had glared at. Suguru hadn’t been able to meet your eyes the entire trip.)

Who’d take you on as a bride? Nobody wants a wife that burns everything she touches. (You frowned and told him that you only wanted to hear those words from someone who could actually cook (ie; Suguru) that it wasn’t fair to expect his future bride to cook when he couldn’t either.)

Suguru had understood. Suguru had always understood, sometimes with exasperation, most times with a frown and a shake of his head that Satoru had been too stubborn to alleviate.

You had always taken things too literally.

He is, however, also trying to rectify this great mistake.

You breath audibly catches, eyes wide, mortified. Your eyes are already hazy with overstimulated tears, but your gaze is latched to his face, hyper aware, and his cock aches inside of you, ready to spill into your tightness. You are mortified that you had been and still are the object of his and Suguru’s masturbation fantasies rather than the fact that he is recounting his fantasies to you.

He tries to think of your response had he not been tirelessly fucking you into his bed. Had his words been about some model or actress instead of you.

Oh. Masturbation is normal. Healthy too in moderate amounts. Are you…having problems?

The thought irritates himself so much he thinks he should bully you into two more orgasms. With his fingers and mouth, paying more attention to the tits he’s been neglecting, until every fiber of your body is trembling and trained on him. He groans at the image, hips threatening to buck into you and fuck you senseless. 

Instead, he reluctantly forces himself to slow to a stop, still buried inside your heat. At the sudden loss of his thrusts, you’re coherent enough to hear him out. You don’t cry out, beg for him to continue, but blink as if in a daze. For good measure, he presses into your thighs, pinching, fingers sinking into flesh. Your eyes flicker to his. Satoru knows exactly what he wants to say.

“She did porn too, on and off,” Satoru starts, taking great pleasure in the way your gaze immediately drops away from his like a bag of rocks, looking anywhere else. “You wanna know what she specialized in?”

You do not want to know. You look dreadfully resigned to his next words.

He laughs, and pulls your waist closer into him, grinding into you, hips pressed flush together. A shaky exhale tells him that you’re feeling it, thighs tensing as if you’re torn on whether or not to pull him closer. 

“Threesomes.”

And then he’s pulling out and slamming himself back into you, starting back up at a frenzied pace. A cry that sounds awfully like his name tears out of your throat.  

There was one video in particular; two cocks easing into one tight hole, Alice sandwiched between the two men, that had him cumming so hard he had seen stars. He had sent it to Suguru immediately. Huh. He’d have to bring that up to Suguru later, after he gave him a welcome present of his own. But Satoru knows Suguru’s tastes like that back of his hand, both literally and figuratively: was privy to all of Suguru’s favorite videos including several he had expressed an interest in recreating—

Suguru’s been wanting to paint your face and body white for a while now, 

Your shiny lips are a mess of spit and his cum as they warble, your eyes wide and teary. “Satoru…”

It’s the only indication he needs. His cock twitches, balls tightening. He’s going to cum inside you, so deep you’ll feel him for days.

His thumb goes to rub at your swollen, oversensitive clit, hard. It tips you over the edge, and your body responds accordingly as you furiously clench around his cock, body rocketing off the bed despite his hands pinning your waist to the bed. You struggle, crying with the force of your orgasm crashing into yet again.

Your name falls from his lips, over and over, as easy as all the times he had gasped it out late at night with only his hand for company.

“Fuck—!” he hisses, and leans in close, all thoughts except your lust filled face and the lewd noises tumbling out of your throat, sputtering to a stop. He shoves himself as deep as he can go, and spills inside of you.

He’s cumming; hard and fast, a familiar weightless overtaking his chest, before he’s hurtling towards the ground in free fall. His pulse thunders in his ears in cresending waves, until all that’s left is the sound of heavy breathing. On top of you, he shifts his weight away to his elbows, resting his head near your shoulder.

Satoru studies you. Your hair is a mess, thighs still slightly twitching from the aftereffects of the four orgasms he had drawn out of you. Your neck and body are dark with all the bruises he had sucked onto them. Your eyes are closed, lips slightly parted to filter in air in slow measured breaths that tells him you’re a second away from succumbing to sleep.

Well. You’re about to fall asleep.

Satoru, on the other hand, is wide awake. As refreshed as ever. Nothing hits the spot like multiple rounds of sex. Though, you might disagree.

His cock is soft inside of you, his cum still leaking out of your spent pussy. He brings your hips flush to his, taking full advantage of his position to have you cockwarm him. Satoru is still riding on the high of his orgasm and having you close, and he’s rewarded when your lashes weakly flutter open, eyes lidded as you stare at him with a question in your gaze.

“You love me,” he breathes out, “don’t you?”

You faintly register the question. His hand moves to brush the hair out of your face and neck, finger briefly twirling strands of your hair before his face dips down to press a kiss along your chin, below it on your neck, lips retracing multiple love bites.

He can do this now. He gets to do this. 

“I love you Satoru,” you mumble, voice faint, words leaving your lips like second nature, and his heart stutters in chest, warmth flooding his veins, just as it had all those other times. 

He wonders if you can hear how quickly his heart is beating.

He changes his mind. He’s not ready to let you go to sleep. Not yet. 

He captures your lips, and kisses you in the same manner he fucked you; tongue scouring your mouth for a deeper taste of your lips, drawing together the words your incoherent mind hadn’t been able to cobble together, and maybe he’s trying to find your heart. 

Your lips are lax against his own, passive in fatigue as he takes the lead to give you another mind numbing kiss. And then another. All while his hands skirt over and grope up and down your body, before settling on gently stroking the scarred flesh on your side.

He won’t think about that. Not now.

Satoru knows he’s a greedy person. A byproduct of a lackadaisical childhood where his whims were honored, his words law. Greed presumes want; it also dictates an endless pursuit.

You love him, but not in the way he needs. If Satoru were a better man, he’d be satisfied with what you offer, all you can offer. He also knows that for all Suguru loves to play at pretend, the two of them are birds of a feather.

The two of you separate, and this time he can feel your heart, quick, as if it might escape your chest.

He smiles brightly as he stares into your eyes. Watches as you blink blearily as if the sight of it hurts.

Still waters. That’s what your gaze has always reminded him of. As still and quiet as the deepest depths of the ocean where sight fades into black and noise dissipates; a place where nothing reaches. Perpetually unperturbed.

His face hovers in close. Satoru presses a sweet kiss to your ear. He knows you’re listening.

“As long as you know,” he murmurs.

—

When Suguru comes home, he finds a sheepish Satoru hovering over your limp body.

You are not conscious.

—

Three days later you walk into your apartment, and Satoru is rifling through your closet.

For a sundress, he says.

prequel/context?

[berlinini]

my fav parts and random thoughts in no particular order after watching AOTV below the cut!

FULL OF SPOILERS (not joking!!)

This is the good stuff, since I can't help being a hater I have Thoughts™️ but I'm going to think about how to correctly articulate them, later on. I don't want to bring the mood down right now. Just want to recap all the amazing parts that stayed with me!

First of all, the most important moment of the 82 minutes: Oli whispering to the camera that Scala was better than any one direction gig. The only thing that matters. Pick someone supportive <3 Oli is the secondary character that you wish will get a spin-off. He’s so funny and articulated. I was already a fan of his but now I want to marry him.

Backstage footage of before and after portland n2!!! It was crazy! So glad we got to see that!

“Minimum stress, maximum bless” - Matt in the lagoon, pretending to smoke a joint…. He is adorable.

LTWT Dallas you will always be special LTWT Santiago you will always be famous Bigger Than Me and Milano San Siro you will always be iconic That's it that's the tweet

Fearless during the latam leg!!! YAAAAS

Unseen footage of the Black Sabbath t-shirt!! Really his favourite shirt!

No mention of AFHF 2021 or 2022, which I found weird.

The London livestream excerpt being Copy 💕💕💕

Louis being a dad is as hot as Louis being a daddy. I don't want to have children, but with him raising my kid I would change my mind in one second.

The mentions of the “dark times” that lasted 2 years post hiatus/ personal tragedies are mentioned by third parties, not Louis. No details are mentioned. So, we have to keep guessing, though he 'said' pretty much everything with Saved By A Stranger :(

No hot Luke :(

Saturdays was written in Mexico in 2021?! At least that’s the song they put over the footage. And that’s what he was recording at Wendy Studio when we got pics of him in summer 2021. I think that song means a lot to him? Given how it made the setlist of the FITF LIC?

Yacht footage... SO HOT It was paella they were eating so that’s what Louis was saying in the IGTV - remember the debate around it? I'm saying this just to claim that I was right.

I fucking lost it at the scene on the band where they talk about being a close band and Louis not being a snob #foundfamilytrope #bandofidiotsthatilove #bigbuttbiggerheart

Louis jumping from the boat with his little yellow shorts gave me 10 lifes

There’s a sequence at the end with All this time playing and it made me lose it.... that fucking song.

The film ends on a very positive note, the last words but also some post credits footage. Faith in the future 💕

Credit song is Bigger Than Me…. Yeah you’re crying

Liam Payne what were you doing half naked in a hotel room with Louis in Madrid?!?!?!?!

Why was Louis half naked before the last 1D performance. Actually from the footage he could have been stark naked… we don’t even see a boxer band. All the boys are dressed for the stage and he’s just having a pep talk naked. Not that I’m complaining…..

Incredible sweater he wears with Freddie on the beach. Vintage fashion queen. Again, Dad!Louis is rocking my socks off. His haircut and beard was just... He's hot. That's all. He's fucking hot.

So much footage of Louis dancing!!!! I could fix him but whatever he’s got going on is way funnier.txt

Btw I was right, sometimes Oli looks like Alex Turner, it’s true. The big expressive eyes and the nose I guess. IDK now I just really want to sit on his face. Anyways. Did I say he was the true star of the film? They're married btw.

Needless to say, it’s fascinating to hear Louis talk and see him too. I loved the footage from the stage - since it’s filmed from behind, we get a whole new perspective from what we saw in the livestreams. He looks so good on stage! He's in his element! He's magnetic!!! I love him.

It's great to see his bandmates featured so much, and to see how the big venues were also important to them, and how they bonded and how Louis is a special person. Also loved his family and his friends being featured. Some parts about his mom were very emotional and I appreciate that they showed a moment in which it's his granddad that cries - as we know it's not often that we see men crying. And I could see so much of Louis in his grandpa, especially the sense of humour. Matt V and Chris can fuck off tho <3

That's it for now! Just thinking about it made me emotional again! I wish I wasn't this emotionally invested in some random British man's wellbeing but what can I do!

As the saying goes, but I love him your honor!

[saywhatjessie]

Ted Lasso Big Bang 2023:

Wedding, Football, an other Team Activities by JessJesstheBest, art by @benjaminrussell

“What the fuck is up with you all?” Roy asked. No one answered, everyone looking imploringly at Colin. Isaac grunted. “Reckon you should just tell him, bruv. He could probably help.” Roy lifted his other eyebrow now. What the fuck?” Colin sighed but looked up at Roy with a smile he couldn’t seem to hide. “I’m gonna ask Michael to marry me.” Or a bunch of football himbos do a big gay wedding and Roy is doing the best he can

“No no no, try me. I’ve got excellent hands.”

“But it don’t need to fit your hands, does it?”

“Well try me anyway! We’re like the same height, yeah? So it should be close.”

Patches of this conversation had been floating into the office for ten minutes now but Roy wasn’t letting himself get distracted. He was trying to focus on reading the scouting reports which never got less boring or easier to read no matter how long he’d been gaffer.  

“No… Jamie, your hands are too big.”

“Here, try me.”

“This really shouldn’t be this hard.”

Roy sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes., “When do I need to have this done?” he asked Beard.

“End of day tomorrow,” Beard told him, not looking up from his book.

“Right, then fuck it.” He pushed himself to his feet, leaving the reports on his desk and marching out to the dressing room. “Oi! Why aren’t you lot getting dressed?”

A bunch of half-naked footballers turned wide eyes on Roy, stepping back from where they were all clustered around Colin. Colin was at least dressed in his full kit but he was holding hands with Bumbercatch for some reason.

Roy lifted an eyebrow at the scene, leaving the silence for someone to say something.

“Sorry, Coach,” Zorro broke first. “Colin’s gonna–”

He got interrupted by several people shushing him, Richard going as far to jump on his back and put a hand over his mouth.

“... Okay,” Roy grunted, turning to Colin. “Hughes?”

Colin cleared his throat, letting go of Bumbercatch and shaking out his hand. “Yeah, Coach, sorry to pull focus.”

Roy hummed, looking around at all his players. Some looked wary, like they didn’t want to get barked at, but most looked excited. Jamie and Sam were giggling together and Dani had clearly been crying, tears shining on his smiling face.

“What the fuck is up with you all?” Roy asked.

No one answered, everyone looking imploringly at Colin.

Isaac grunted. “Reckon you should just tell him, bruv. He could probably help.”

Roy lifted his other eyebrow now. What the fuck?

Colin sighed but looked up at Roy with a smile he couldn’t seem to hide. “I’m gonna ask Michael to marry me.”

Excited tittering went up around them from the players again and Roy couldn’t even blame them. He smiled at Colin, stepping forward to put a hand on his shoulder.

“Cheers, mate. Congratulations.”

Colin beamed. “Thanks! It’s really scary but also very exciting. I’m trying to figure out how to buy a ring except Michael doesn’t wear rings so I have no idea what size to get him. I’ve held hands with him enough, though, that I know how his hands feel so the lads were helping me figure out whose hand is closest and then we’ll take his ring size.”

Roy frowned, grunting. “Pretty fucking smart, actually.”

“It was my idea!” called Matthew Lynch, one of their newer transfers from Belfast. He’d integrated very quickly into the Richmond atmosphere – always smiling and supportive and hanging on whichever of his new teammates was nearest. Today it was Winchester, his dark complexion contrasting with Lynch’s pale Irish skin and blond curly hair.

“Si,” Dani sniffed. “But no one’s hand is right sized,” he said mournfully.

“‘S like Cinderella,” Isaac said, nodding seriously. Everyone muttered in agreement.

“Right,” Roy grunted. “Well we do still have training to get to so–”

“Hang on, Coach,” Jamie interrupted. “Can you try?”

“Ooh, yes!” Sam agreed, grinning. “We did not think of asking the coaches.”

“Nate’s hands are definitely too small,” Roy commented, brows furrowed. “And Beard’s got those wide American hands.”

“So that just leaves you, boyo!” Colin said, reaching his hand out and wiggling his fingers. “Please?”

The rest of the team chimed in with “Come on, Coach!” And “Do it for love!” So Roy just sighed and rolled his eyes, reaching out to take Colin’s hand in his.

Colin frowned, humming, and asked Roy to switch to his left hand.

“It’s the left hand that wears the ring,” he said, like he hadn’t offered Roy the wrong hand to begin with.

They shuffled around, Roy coming to his side and going through the motions so Colin could decide if his hand felt like Michael’s.

Roy should have put a stop to it but he did headbutt Colin that one time so this was probably the least he could do.

Only, Colin suddenly lit up and crowed to the dressing room that Roy’s hand was perfect.

Everyone cheered and Dani picked Roy up and spun him around. Roy grunted a laugh, allowing Dani to spin him, until he was back on the ground and Colin was gripping his shoulders.

“What size ring do you wear?” Colin asked, urgently.

Roy snorted. “Why the fuck would I know that?” 

Everyone groaned.

“Well then what was the point of all this?” Jan Maas asked.

“No way we’ll find someone with hands as perfect as Roy’s.” Zorro lamented.

“Romance is dead!” Richard cried.

“Colin could just take Coach to the ring shop,” Jamie said.

Everyone turned to look at him.

“Fuck no!” Roy barked,

“Coach, please!” Colin asked him, taking his hand and holding it. “I need this hand. I need it so I can take Michael’s hand. In marriage!”

“Come on, mate,” Jamie grinned, draping himself on Colin’s shoulder. “You gotta. Not helpin’ would be homophoto.”

“Homophobic,” Roy corrected, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, that!” Jamie grinned. “Do you hate Colin because he’s gay, Roy?”

On any other team or in fact on this team but a few years earlier, that question could have been totally earnest. On other teams, the answer to that question might even be yes.

But at Richmond, everyone laughed because what a silly question.

“Cheeky shit,” Roy said and Jamie just grinned wider. “Fine. After training. But only if you lot are on your best fucking behaviour!”

“Yes, Coach!” They all chorused. and everyone was tittering happily as they finished getting changed.

Roy turned back to Colin, still wearing Jamie like a jacket,. both grinning at him.

“Fuck off,” he told them. “And I’m driving.”

“Yes, Coach. Thank you Coach.” Colin nodded and Roy nodded back. He could hear Colin and Jamie giggling as he turned and walked back into the office.

“Congratulations, Cinderella,” Beard told him, feet kicked up and grinning smugly.

“You fuck off, too,” Roy sighed. “I’m never gonna finish these goddamn reports.”

“I’ll do it,” Beard shrugged. “I’ll let you go this time. Anything for love.”

Read the rest on Ao3

[hufflepuffplums]

A Meeting To Another World

summary: Michael takes you to his world and in the first few minutes leaves you alone, in his home

warnings: mention of earthquakes, and other deaths(but other than that it should be fine)

Authors note: Chapter 2! Sorry this took a while! I really did want this to be a weekly thing but I got busy with my new job. And boy, do new jobs take a lot out of you.

Michael let you collect a few items from the ruins of your apartment, he helped of course. The items you took were some clothes, books, a couple movies and shows, a painting, little figures, a bottle of perfume, and stuffed animals. Michael couldn't help but let a smile slip when he saw you holding a stuffed animal that didn't fit in your suitcase. You also changed, finally feeling insecure about being half naked in front of a man you didn't know.

"Is that all you want to bring?" Michael asked. He was standing where he was when you first saw him. Where everything changed. His vacant expression graced his face again. Everything about him screamed mystery, something you had to get used to.

"That's all that wasn't broken," you told him. Everything else you wanted was smashed, cracked, or hidden under the wreckage. 

"Just so you know once you come with me, you can never come back. I only have enough power to make it here and back once. Are you positive you still want to come with me?" Michael explained. He seemed nervous, hiding it terribly.

You surveyed the aftermath of the earthquake, taking in what happened here. The urge to cry was strong, but you suppressed the need to. Your old life was over, even if you still had your friends. You would never be truly happy without your family. They were everything to you. Your family was one of the only things holding you together. It sounds stupid, but it was true. But now they were gone, and not coming back this time.

"I'm positive. I want to go with you," you said looking back at him. Walking closer, taking your suitcase in a tight grip, the stuffed animal that was in your arms on top of the suitcase now. Just a while ago you were in the shower waiting for your family to come home to watch Lord of the Rings again. Now you were standing on an unsteady ground with, what should be, a fictional character to go with them to their world. 

"Okay," he said, unsure if you were going to change your mind mid spell. Once Michael was sure, he took your hands in his gently. His eyes closed and held your hands tighter, beginning the spell that got him here. A soft glow was coming from your connected hands, and the air around them stilled. It was like particles of light covered your hands and started to surround you two. The particles around you began to spin clockwise and your senses felt like they were blurring together. Nothing felt real at that moment. You watched the world break away, baffled. It felt like you were going to float away, but Michael kept you grounded. A dribble of crimson blood trickled out of his nose and he started to shake a little, holding onto you tighter.

The world around you came back like puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly. Your feet touched the ground and the light faded. Michael opened his eyes slowly, looking tired. Out of nowhere you reached out and wiped the blood from his nose on your sleeve. This shocked Michael, flinching slightly when you wiped his face.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," you said, letting go of his hand that you still held. His hand chased yours but then retracted. 'Interesting'

"It's alright," he said, looking away. "Your room is upstairs, first door to the right, the bathroom is a door down. I have to go somewhere right now, but you can explore the house if you so desire. Don't go into the room at the back, that's my room. I'll be back shortly," he said, he left out the front door. Leaving you alone.

You stayed where you were for a while. You were in the hallway of a modern looking house, there were no pictures on the wall, and at the end of the hall led to the kitchen. The other way led to the front door, an arch to where you assume is the living room and some stairs. You grabbed your suitcase and went up the stairs. 

Your room was slightly bare but had some clothes your size in the wardrobe, surprisingly. The bedsheets were black and the blanket was dark purple. A desk was by the window and had a good quality computer with a lamp near it. It looked like a big collage bedroom you'd see in a movie.

Once you got settled and opened the wardrobe again so you could find a shirt, since yours had Michael's now dried blood on the sleeve. The tops in the wardrobe were your taste, maybe more like how you wanted to dress. You opted for a dark blue long-sleeved shirt with a dark gray tank top underneath because the top was too low for your liking. It matched your dark colored jeans well. The tops were soft on your skin and looked a little expensive, was this version of you rich?

It was weird to be here, this girl used to live here. Not you. It's like you replaced her, No. You DID replace her. You are nothing more than a new toy because the other one was broken. You shook off the thought and went downstairs to the kitchen. Hunger taking over your form.

The wood flooring was cold under your bare feet and the house was light without needing the lights on, but you turned them on anyways. 'What to make? Real question, what do I want?' Looking in the cupboards you decided to make stir fry. Chopping up some the veggies and adding spices when and if needed. The butter melted in the pan over the vegetables and made it smell better. Tasting it you thought it needed more garlic and chopped away not looking where you chopped thinking of all the times your sister made stir fry. She knew exactly how to make it taste like heaven without needing to think. Remorse hit you before the knife missed and sliced your finger deep.

"Crap!" You exclaimed. Cradling your finger in your grasp. Taking a look, it was bad. It gushed a little, and dripped on the floor a bit.

Of course that's when Michael entered the house. You haphazardly turned off the stove and moved it off the burner before the food burned, taking paper towel to clean up the blood everywhere before he walked into the room.

Michael hummed in delight smelling the food, entering the kitchen not seeing you yet because of the island you hid behind cleaning up the rest of your blood up.

Michael could smell the blood. "Did something happen when I was gone?" He asked innocently. 'Shoot! What do I do?'

"Uh, no. Just dropped a piece of carrot, I'm making stir fry if you want any?" You said, putting the blood drenched paper towel in the garbage under the sink. You got up covering your bloody finger behind you.

Michael wasn't convinced, but went along with your lie anyway. He walked over as you tried to hide your finger from him. He was a foot away, looking down at you. "Are you sure?" He asked, he knew. He had to know, but you kept lying.

"Yup, just finishing up in here. Why don't you just go into the dining room and I'll dish out the food," you said, looking down, unable to meet his eyes. 

"Ok," that's all he said as he walked away. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. Only until he walked around some counters and sat down staring at you. He took off his blood red gloves, his head resting in the palm of his hand. This amused him. "Well?" He said, still looking at you. 'Of course the dining room was connected to the kitchen, how did I not see that?'

"Um, well I.. Uh I need t-" you started before he interrupted you.

"Stop lying. I know you cut yourself. Let me see it," he sighed, done with your lying. You walked over your finger still tightly gripped by your other hand.

"It's not that bad.." You mumbled.

"What did I say about lying?" He said, not amused anymore. You looked away embarrassed at your attempts and showed him your finger. He gently grabbed your hand, you noticed he seemed to always touch you as if you were fragile. "Looks pretty deep, almost to the bone. Yet it looks like it doesn't hurt too much, does it?" He said, turning your hand for any other marks, brow quirked. He looked up at you to listen to your answer.

"It does just a little," you said, looking down at your feet. You hissed as the wound burned all of a sudden. The blood that came from it on your hand went slowly back into your veins. Then the skin knit itself back into place as if nothing happened.

Michael stared into your eyes the whole time, watching your reaction, studying you. You intrigued him, something about you was different from her. Except the obvious of course.

"Better?" He inquired. 

"Yes, thank you," you said before you looked down again. You washed your hands before dishing out the stir fry. Eating inn silence, maybe a bit of small talk, but not a lot. You went to bed after washing your dishes. Stripping out of your clothes and into a baggy shirt to sleep in. Falling asleep was hard, all you could think about was what happened today. Working, showering, meeting Michael, the earthquake, and the death of your family. It was too much. What confused you was how friendly you were with Michael. You didn't want to be a replacement, but at the same time you didn't want to be alone. You cried finally, letting out your pain. All that troubled you. Crying yourself to sleep.

********

Your dreams tormented you, they were all of your family dying over and over. They died in different ways, until the dream was of the earthquake. You were watching from afar, unable to do anything. Your mother, sister, and step father walked through the door taking off their shoes and locked the door when the earthquake happened. You cried out to them, but no sound came out. The roof cracked, all of them looking up holding each other, then they looked at you before the roof caved in. Someone called your name, but no one was there. They called a couple more times before you woke up and saw Michael. He was on top of you, arms holding your shoulders, shaking you gently to stay awake.

"I'm sorry for waking you, but you were screaming. Calling for your family, and crying a lot. Are you okay?" He told and asked you. He looked worried, his hair was slightly messy and his eyes searching yours to know if you were okay. He was distressed, you could see it. Like he really cared about you. His hand stroked your cheek, and then it stayed there patiently waiting for your answer.

You let out a sob, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. He let you, pulling you in his arms. Your chests touching and hearts in sync. He held you as you cried, while also trying not to crush you. You cried for all the deaths you saw in your dreams, it traumatized you. He told you that he was there and that nothing was going to hurt you, kissing your forehead once. He reassured you with his sweet words of different things every time.

 When you calmed down he tried to pull away but you tightened your grip on his neck. He sighed knowing you wouldn't let go before taking you in his arms and flipping you two so that you were resting on his chest. He let you hold onto him, gently stroking you back. You felt yourself drifting off again, soothed by Michael's embrace and presence. The last thing you heard was a sob and the form underneath you shake a little before sleep washed over you.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Can we have a sexy drabble of Mikhail and Kiyoshi. The ice God finding his goddess playing with himself and he then punishes the water viper?

@ask-silent-death

((Hi dear, hope your doing well this evening. I hope your being safe as well. I can write something for you so please give me a moment. Oh and I'll give a light heads up to everyone: Due to work and being a lot more tired because of the holiday season, Requests for Drabbles might or will be slow till I go on vacation next year. I'm sorry I do wanna write more of them quickly but I'm going to be taking my time. So even if you sent a request, I might not write it so quickly or it might take longer than normal. Sorry about that. Anyway, here you go.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Mikhail was just returning home after his mission, looking like it was a long one. He sighed running his hand through his hair but wonders where his husband is. He knew Yuri was over her friends house for the weekend but he goes to find him. "Now where is he?" he mutters walking through the house.

However, as he was heading back upstairs, he saw his husband's shoes were here. So Kiyoshi was home. He starts heading up to find him. Mikhail was walking over that as he gets to the top of the stair.

"A..ah..."

He blinks hearing something from the bedroom. He wonders if he was alright? He was getting ready to check but saw the bedroom door was slightly open. He takes a slight peek that his eyes widen to blush. He saw Kiyoshi alright but he was rather busy.

Kiyoshi was wearing a large t-shirt, his hips seem to be shaking while bouncing on something. He looked flushed, coated in a light sheet of sweat while gripping the sheets. He had his eyes half way open moaning out but he was whimpering, moaning while panting.

"Ahhh....ahhhhhh....nuggh..." He shuts his eyes to only adjust himself and when he did, he shifts again to lift up the shirt showing his lower body. He saw him naked but he saw the snowflake nipple piercings but their was a swollen lump in his lower stomach. He must have a dildo inside of him.

"...Kiyo? What the.."

"Ohhhhh seems our naughty slutty snake is having some fun. I thought I told him not to till we came back." He heard the god side speak but they both were seeing Kiyoshi just pleasuring himself as he was bouncing on the toy crying out as he was fucking himself with it.

As he did, he heard Kioyshi's weak moans while he leans his head back now pinching his nipples and pulling them. "Ahhhh..M..Mik..hail..Mikhail...w..where are you coming back? I miss you..I miss you.." he whimpers still slamming his hips down harder pushing the toy even deeper. He felt it hit the nerves that he yelps to tighten around it. Shaking, he reaches down one hand to grab the dildo and thrust it into him deeper moaning out lustfully for his husband/ice god.

"Ahhh mmmm mmmmmm mmmmmm.." He bit down on the sheets still thrusting the toy deeper and harder. He was so wet but he was hard too. Being alone was not too bad when you had the right toys to help. Though, Kiyoshi wished for his husband to come back soon.

Mikhail was flushed red even getting aroused now that he grips the door hearing his husband's lewd noises. He was laying there in a seductive pose and yet, he was seeing Kiyoshi still playing with himself.

"Heh, naughty little slut....I think a punishment is in order." The ice god smirks but takes over after a moment to open the door without scaring Kiyoshi but closes and locks it. He walks over quietly to see his snake dazed but as Kiyoshi was about to arch his back, he felt some hands grab his wrist to stop the movement.

"!?"

"Well, well, well. My slut seems to be having fun without my permission?"

Kiyoshi tenses knowing that tone to quickly turn seeing who he knew. His husband came back! He shook under the hungry gaze of his lover, tightening around the toy. "M..Mikhail? W..where did you-"

"Just now love. Though, It's your god right now. Seems your naughty little show got Mikhail a little flushed. And if I remember, didn't I tell you not to play with yourself till I got back?" he said smacking Kiyoshi's ass that he yelps to hiss.

"I..I do...b..but I'm sorry. I got so lonely and...I couldn't help it." he pouts to squirm but squeaks from another smack to his ass.

"I see...You really are a naughty slut..but it's cute. So you don't have to worry. I'm back now.....and thanks to that..I wanna play...so turn around and face me." Kiyoshi shook but felt his wrist let go, turning around slowly to face him.

"....."

"My precious naughty slutty snake...You must have missed me didn't you?" he said cupping Kiyoshi's face. He blushed to squirm being in his god's presence again.

"Good boy......" He lowers down to kiss Kiyoshi's lips but he whimpers kissing him back. After so long, he is being kissed by him again. He wanted more but Mikhail (Ice god) pushes him down to get on top.

"M..my ice g..god I.."

"I know. You must be so pent up right now and hot, wet, and so eager. But don't worry. I'll be sure you serve me well and feel good...." he chuckled but Kiyoshi shook to lick his lips.

"Y..Yes my ice god."