#a very dick move 😂

[chimpukampu]

On my way to save Zelda with my phallicopter

[animeismyhappyplace]

Taking Control

Synopsis: Vox needs a break from obsessing over Alastor's return, a break he's unwilling to take so his girlfriend must take matters into her own hands by getting down on her knees.

Vox x fem reader smut

Word count: 2K (I didn't write a whole novel for once 😂)

Trigger warnings: 18+ only!!

Vox's bad temper makes a brief appearance, established relationship, marking, kissing, oral fixation, sloppy blow job, rough face fucking, deepthroating, cursing, pet names (doll and darling), obsessive behavior, sex on furniture, semi public oral sex? They're at his tower so I suppose anyone could walk in, dirty talking, Vox has a filthy mouth, praise kink, dick worship, body worship, porn with very little plot, fluffy smut, soft Vox, Vox is whipped, vocal Vox

Authors note: Vox has been living in my brain rent free since episode 2 so I had to do something before I exploded 😂 I hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻

Y/N walks around Vox Tech Tower looking for her boyfriend. His usually fiery temper has been even worse since Val informed him that his old enemy Alastor was back and working with/for the Princess of Hell.

Humming as she looks around unable to see him she decides to check his TV room. She walks in cautiously, eyes darting around at the different screens showing multiple areas of the Hazbin Hotel, she finally spots him sitting at his large chair plugged into his systems.

You see Vox sat at the large chair. He looked annoyed, tapping his foot on the floor. Vox was muttering something to himself. The screens were changing angles rapidly, showing the different sectors in Hazbin Hotel, zooming in once the system found the radio demon himself.

Y/N sighs shaking her head at her flat faced lover, she approaches his chair placing her hand on the edge of it as she speaks lightly "Voxie honey, I think you need to take a break"

Vox's body jolts before twisting to look her way.

"I DON'T NEED ₳ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ฿ⱤɆ₳₭ ł-

Vox pauses and sighs, unplugging himself from his many screens.

"Sorry doll... I didn't mean to yell at you... Again... I just-"

He lets out a long groan as his clawed hand gestures to his wall of TV screens.

"I just can't... sit back and do nothing while he's out planning FUCK knows what!" Vox exclaimed, slamming his fist on the arm of his chair, shaking the whole room.

Her brows knit together eyes brimming with concern but she nods "I know but you've got cameras watching him, if he makes a move you'll be the first to know"

Vox huffs at her, crossing his arms.

"I guess... But cameras and security systems always have blind spots... Always. That's why I need to keep an eye on him. He's just such a slippery little bastard..."

Vox mutters under his breath as he glares at a screen showing Alastor patting Charlie's head with a rather wide and unsettling smile on his face.

"That may be true but isn't Vox Tech the best in Hell when it comes to technology?" She smirks, her small hands moving to rub over his taught shoulders.

Vox sighs, relaxing a little as she moves to begin massaging his shoulders, closing his eyes as her fingers dig into his sore muscles.

"I suppose... I don't let anything get past me but... Alastor! He makes me so ₥₳Đ"

Vox's screen malfunctions as his anger rises, his claws digging groves into the chairs faux leather arm rests.

A barely stifled giggle leaves her lips as she watches her boyfriend get heated at the mere thought of the radio demon.

She attempts to clear her throat before speaking again "careful honey, you don't want to have to get your screen replaced again~"

Soft circular motions against his shoulders starts to ease some of the tension he has rapidly building up

Vox sighs, trying to maintain his composure as he glances back at her "You laughin' at me doll? You're fuckin' lucky you're cute"

Another sigh leaves his lips as she starts to work on his back.

She quickly fakes a cough to mask another chuckle at his childish behaviour "your right I am lucky..."

She hides a smirk as she leans forward loosening the red tie he keeps firmly wrapped around his throat, she starts to unbutton his white dress shirt exploring his skin to her greedy eyes.

"Damn right you're lucky"

Vox rolls his eyes, smiling softly as he lets her fingers explore his neck. His large pupils dilate at her touch, his breath becoming more laboured. His lips form a sly smile as she works lower and lower down his shirt.

Vox reaches forward, gripping the chair arms and arching his body into her touch.

With his upper chest finally exposed Y/N's fingers slip into his opened shirt trailing across his skin.

Her face nuzzles into the space on his neck under the large screen, lips placing teasing kisses along his heated skin.

Vox feels a low hum run through his body at her tender kisses. His eyelids grow heavier as she works down his torso, her hands trailing along the skin covering his abs.

"fuck doll..." Vox mutters under his breath, his pupils widening with desire. His body involuntarily follows her touch, his body arching as her fingers graze across his pecs.

Her tongue slips out to lick along his neck and collarbone leaving small nibbles as she moves along, using his distracted state to twist the large chair he's sitting in away from the screens "you need to relax baby~"

Vox lets out a deep groan as her hands slip below his waist and her tongue leaves little nibbles and red marks all along his neck and collarbone.

"Shit... doll..." Vox mutters under his breath, his eyes almost closing as he enjoys her touch.

"You're not helping me stay focused here- You...Oh fuck... you make me so damn weak for you..."

Vox whispers, his legs involuntarily spreading to make space for her smaller frame.

Y/N can't help but smile as she sees his body visibly relaxing "I'm helping take the edge off Vox~"

She moves to rest between his legs kissing down his chest, sucking and nibbling on his pecs as she makes her way down.

Vox can feel himself relaxing more as she continues to work her way down his body. His body twitching as she leaves her marks, his breathing growing laboured from her kisses.

"Damn... doll... you're making me so... fu- don't fucking stop shit!"

Vox is cut off by another loud groan. His eyes snap open, static shooting across his pupils as she almost worships him.

"Happily" she grins as her fingers make quick work of his belt and blue dress pants tugging them down just enough for her to see the large tent growing in his boxers.

Her hands trail over his thighs as she uses her nose to nuzzle at his crotch, leaving feather light kisses in her wake.

Vox leans back, claws curling into her hair as his breathing becomes more rapid and shallow. He shivers in relief as she pulls his pants down, his legs growing warm at her hot breath tickling his lower body.

Vox tries his best to maintain his composure, but her teasing touches on his body were almost enough to send him over the edge and make him explode right then and there with how stressed he's been.

A small kiss is placed on his clothed length making Vox hiss before she tugs the offending material down enough for his length to spring up throbbing with need as precum pools at his slit.

She places kitten licks against his cock, tongue following the veins wrapping around his length before sucking his throbbing head into the warmth of her mouth.

"stop being such a fuckin' tease doll" Vox groans as he tugs on her hair, pressing her face against his cock.

Y/N smiles as she gives the head of his cock another harsh suck before relaxing her throat and slowly taking his throbbing cock into her mouth, using her tongue to lick what she could.

"Mmm... damn doll... you're so good... love watching you work that beautiful mouth of yours around my cock". As he speaks he places his hands firmly on her head, encouraging her to take him deeper down her throat.

She hums as his cock fills her throat, the vibrations making Vox whine loudly as she basks in his whispered words of praise.

With Vox's hand on her head he guides her face down until her nose bumps against his skin, hands grasping at his thighs as she tries to regulate her breathing, tongue flicking over his length.

She swallows around his length, almost gagging as he starts to slowly thrust his hips forward.

"Ohhhh... fuck yeah doll... swallow that cock. Show me what a good girl you are..." he growls, pulling her hair back and holding it in a tight grip. His hips thrust forward forcefully, burying his cock deeper into her throat.

Moving one of her hands from his thigh she uses it to massage his heavy balls.

She makes little gagging sounds as Vox fucks her face roughly getting lost in the pleasure, her gasps swallowed by his thick cock.

"Ahhh... fuck yeah, that's it... You're such a good fucking girl taking my cock all the way down your sweet tight throat..." he pants heavily, his voice rough with desire.

His thrusts get harder, unable to resist the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her throat. The sound of electric crackling enters the air as he starts to lose control over his powers the closer he gets to the edge.

Y/N tries to rock her head back and forth in time with Vox's thrusts but his grip on her hair is too strong, keeping him locked in place swallowing along the length of his cock.

She can feel his cock jumping against her tongue as he leaks precum down her throat, this thrusts starting to lose rhythm as his claws grip firmly against her scalp.

"Oh fuck... gettin' close darling... Shit your throat is s-so-" Vox groans loudly, his hips bucking wildly as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release.

Her thumbs rub her saliva into his balls, spit sliding down from the corners of her mouth as Vox's pace increases.

He pulls back for a moment letting her take a fresh breath letting her lungs fill with air before he's tugging on her hair, pulling her mouth back down onto his dripping cock, making her moan as she slurps up the increasing precum leaving his slit.

"Fuuuuuck..." Vox growls, his hips bucking wildly as his hips stutter.

"Ahh fuck... can't hold back anymore doll... gonna fill your throat with my cum... you gonna swallow everything I give you?" he growls, his hips bucking violently.

His grip on her head becomes almost bruising as he holds her while babbling he's eyes screwed shut "g'cum f-fuckk so fuckin' close that's it.... that's it~ f-fuckk... love your slutty mouth baby" he whines as he releases his hot sticky load into her mouth.

Vox watches with wide electronic eyes as Y/N gulps down all of his thick cum, licking over his cock as she slowly pulls him from her throat.

She moans softly as she cleans him up, sticking her tongue out when she's done to show him she swallowed it all with a wide smile.

"Ahhh... fuck doll," Vox groans out, a wave of pleasure coursing through him as he watches her clean up his cock with such eagerness.

His eyes burn bright red, his body limp after such a powerful orgasm "So fucking beautiful," he whispers, his voice rough and raw as his clawed hand trails over her cheeks in a surprisingly loving moment for the powerful over lord.

Y/N slips his cock back into his pants then climbs into his lap to give him a deep kiss, letting him taste himself on her tongue.

"Feel better?" she asks with a small smirk as his breathing starts to calm down.

"Much better," Vox breathes out, his eyes still locked onto hers. He leans in and gives her a deep kiss. His hands slide up her back and into her hair rubbing at her scalp to soothe the slight ache he's left behind, holding her close as he deepens the kiss.

"Fuck I love you doll" he whispers as he holds her body close to his own, placing a kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you too Voxie" she giggles as a blush burns across his screen.

"Take me home?" she asks looking up at him with the best doe eyes she can manage.

"Alright darling," Vox smirks, his hands moving to her waist "But don't think this is over," he adds with a flirty growl as he stands up, lifting her bridal style to teleports them home.

[kinkandkreep]

𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑶'𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒙-𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝/𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Loooong tongue

Makes effective use of it too

Likes to roughly (tongue) fuck you

He likes the way it makes you bounce 

Speaking of bouncing 

PLEASE sit on his face 

Suffocate him 

Gets pussy drunk really easily 

Use a more firm/controlling hand when you ride him (face or dick) and you'd swear you see hearts in his eyes 

Lives to bring you pleasure 

But also isn't shy about taking his own 

Has a prominent underside vein that trails the length of his cock that is highly sensitive 

Will curse up a storm if you tease it with your tongue 

Gentle undulations from the soft, moist muscle that is your throat around his cock leave Miguel a moaning, loose limbed mess 

Will leave you with a scratched up back if you move your hips just right 

Scratches in mind, Miguel is always careful not to hurt you too severely with his talons

He also is very cognizant of his own enhanced strength, and controls himself accordingly 

BUT 

He absolutely can and will go feral on you if you provoke him enough 

"Provoke him how?" you may ask

Well, here's a quick fire list of things that drive Miguel's libido through the roof:

Calling him daddy/papi

Scratching the hair at the base of his scalp with your nails 

Sucking his tongue 

Wearing his clothes 

Pulling/tugging his hair (he luhs dat shit)

Complimenting him in any way 

Like literally you just have to breathe in his direction and I promise you he'll be ready 

Loves to fuck you in the raunchiest positions

He most likes you face down, tongue out, ass up, his hands around your throat 

Also, the messier the better with him

Definitely a breeding kink

He would adore seeing you heavy with either his cum or his babies or both 

Is quite vocal 

Has the prettiest, breathiest moans and whispers

Is a strong proponent for body worship 

Likes to lavish you in kisses and positive affirmation 

Can be just as gentle and sweet as he can be rough and domineering

Aight sis 👏🏾, now les talk about deez fangs a' his 

Sizable, as we've all seen, wickedly sharp and, as I imagine it, very sensitive to temperature and other external stimuli

While I don't think Miguel has a thing for drinking your blood, he certainly has a thing for drawing it 

Likes to see pretty crimson decorate your skin 

It gives him a bit of a head rush to know that you trust him (and his restraint 🙃) enough to allow him to bite you 

Which, he definitely does bite you

Not always hard enough to draw blood, but it happens 

He thinks your fascination with his fangs is hot

Actually come to think of it, that’s another one of those things that turns him on

That thing being you licking over or just generally appreciating his fangs 

Very handsy

He also loves to man handle you with his super strength

Has an overall strength kink but it's his own strength that turns him on

I said before that Miguel prefers fluffier girls and I meant that, so if you’re heavier he loves to A.) give you reassurance that you’re beautiful and B.) massage and rub you all over

He especially likes the way the fat of your breasts spills through the gaps between his fingers when he grabs them 

May or may not have a bit of a mommy kink 👀

Sorry these are so all over the place y’all, I just have many horny thoughts about him and they all tried to spill out of me at once, so there you have it. 😂 I'll probably add more as I think of them, or just create a part two.

Hope you enjoyed! And feel free to share your sex-canons about Miguel in the comments! 

[buckgasms]

Dr's. Barnes and Rogers (Part 1)

Don't worry I am already writing part two I just needed to set the scene before we get to the goooood stuff 🩷

This is doctor kink territory y'all 💦

Tagging @biteofcherry for being a wonderful enabler. Thank you for bringing this out of me and many others with one simple question 😂

@zonkie-bee

Just note this part contains mentions of pregnancy, fertility talk and a gaslighting ex-husband (he's not in it tho). If that might trigger you just give me a day and the next chapter will be just pure filth.

You sat in the waiting room of the Barnes & Rogers Clinic, feet tapping nervously. You were here to have a fertility check up, already feeling like you knew the sad truth.

Your ex husband had been certain that you couldn't have children, that the process of trying to have a baby had been made more painful for your failures. He was a dick. But the doubt and worries continued to plague you.

Finally a friend gently suggested you go to the best fertility clinic in the city. Then you could get actual answers and real solutions. It took some persuading but you decided to try it. What did you have to lose?

At that moment the office door clicked open and Dr. Barnes popped his head out. "Are you my 10am appointment?" You nod and he steps back, and you shuffle in, hoping he doesn't notice how flustered you are at how absolutely gorgeous he is.

You take a seat on the comfy couch, as he sits in an armchair across from you. You try to relax as he welcomes you and picks up his paperwork.

"So, your papers say you're worried about your ability to conceive? Are you married or trying for a baby currently?" He asks, a strand of hair falling into his face as he looks at you with kind, professional concern.

"Um... No not married anymore. That's um.... That's why we split. I just wanted to know...if it was...me? My ex said.... It was me..."

He nods, a glimmer of anger seems to cross his features. "It's never anyone's fault sweetheart..." you smile a little, a flutter in your stomach but then he moves on. He asks questions about your diet, physical activity, and of course your previous attempts at trying to get pregnant. It brings up some painful memories and he is very sympathetic and gentle with you.

"I know this is hard, you're doing so well. Don't worry sweetheart, we'll sort all this out together ok?" You look at his sweet, handsome face and smile. You feel better already. After a further few questions he leads you into his consultation room and explains the tests he's about to conduct.

The big examination bed with stirrups looks a little intimidating but his hand presses at your lower back and guides you with more confidence. "I need to take a sample, which might be a little uncomfortable but I'll do my best to be gentle ok. Just take off your skirt and underwear and get comfortable in the stirrups." He heads out of the room and you hear him chatting to another man in the corridor.

After a few moments you are legs akimbo and feeling a bit ridiculous. But the leather beneath you is soft and smooth, and the room is warm so you feel as comfortable as you'll ever be. He comes back in and he clears his throat at the view of you.

From his perspective the most beautiful perfect angel is laying spread out on his chair, her most intimate parts there for him to enjoy, but for you, you just feel nervous.

"Ok sweetheart, just relax while I check you over. Don't be embarrassed about any reactions you might have. Totally normal." You huff out a laugh and scoot down at his guidance, goosebumps breaking out as you feel his warm breath fan over your intimate area.

The way he probes you makes you bite your lip as you try not to moan. It's honestly the best pelvic exam you've ever had. By the time it comes for him to take a sample you are almost totally unaware of why you are there in the first place.

When he announces he's finished you are mortified to hear yourself whine in disappointment. Thankfully he either doesn't here or pretends he doesn't so you can chide yourself for being such an embarrassment as you get dressed.

"Ok sweetheart, I'll give you a call once we get the results." You shake his soft hand and he squeezes it gently as you smile and make you way out of his office.

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So here you were a few weeks later. You felt so nervous because when Dr Barnes called you he didn't actually tell you the results. He just told you to come in because he needed to discuss things face to face.

Finally the door clicked open and you were greeted by the handsome face of Dr Barnes. You smiled tightly as you walked in but were surprised to see another doctor sitting in the office on the couch. "This is Dr. Rogers, I wanted to have him here for this consultation, I hope that's ok?"

You nodded,trying to ignore how gorgeous both these doctors were before dropping your bag to the floor and sinking into the seat. It must be really bad if it takes two hot doctors to tell you what's written on that paper.

"Are you ok sweetheart?" Barnes asks, looking concerned at you, reading your mood as Dr Rogers turns towards you, his face also reading concern. Your eyes well up and you sink backwards into the cushions. "Can you just get it over with and tell me I'll never.... That I can't...." You broke into sobs and they both came over to you, rubbing gentle hands over your back and shoulders.

"Oh honey! No! I'm so sorry, it's not like that at all!" Barnes curses and squeezes your shoulder. You hiccup a sob and look up at them both. "What do you mean?" Dr Rogers tuts and grabs the paper from his colleague. "What my partner has stupidly failed to mention to you is that, you are in fact very much able to have babies and you don't have anything at all to worry about in terms of your fertility..."

You glance between them both, Barnes looking sheepish and Rogers looking concerned before collapsing into a combination of sobs and giggles. You can't stop laughing from sheer joy and tears of relief slip down your cheeks. Both of the doctors chuckle in surprise at your reaction. Once you calm down a more comfortable mood fills the room.

"I've always wanted a family of my own. Thank you, I feel like I can have that again now..." You smile at them both and they smile back, "just need to find the right man huh?"

"Well what about another route?" Doctor Rogers draws your attention his way and you cock your eyebrow at him. "What would that be?"

He settles back emanating confidence and professionalism, Barnes reclaims his seat and watches. "We have a trial programme, you can sign up for an insemination and we will monitor you from now until the birth of the child or children. There is considerable remuneration and you can even be provided with new accommodation should you desire it..."

You were dumbfounded. You'd never heard of anything like this before and it certainly sounded life changing, but pretty amazing at the same time. "There has to be a catch?" You say suspiciously, unable to believe this is actually real.

"Well, the insemination process is... revolutionary so it requires some open minded thinking..." Barnes says and you feel a bloom of excitement in your stomach as he looks at you.

"And once the baby is born? Is there still help or monitoring? Or are we just out in the world alone?"

You chuckle but they seem to take it quite seriously. "Absolutely not! We... I mean the programme is very interested in the life span of the child. Besides if you are successful you might want to have another perhaps?" Rogers tries to act casual but you feel like you've stumbled on something there.

Barnes hands you an envelope. "Inside is all the information plus the potential candidates for the donors. Take it home, read it and if you want to take part, call me. If not, no harm done."

⚕️

At home you spent a little while pretending to ignore the envelope but finally you caved and had a read through.

There was very little information about the medical procedures other than the things you might expect. Thorough examination process, compatibility, tests and so on. The next set of documents were mostly about the remuneration which almost made your eyes pop out of your head. Thirty Thousand dollars for the first year! All medical costs covered! It also detailed the new accommodation which sounded like the most luxurious apartment on earth. It was almost too good to resist as you looked around your rented studio flat, your instant ramen going cold as you read.

Finally there was a piece of paper that detailed the potential donors. Only two in fact. A tall blonde, with blue eyes, physically fit and a doctor! The other was a slightly shorter brunette, with blue eyes, physically fit.....and a doctor....

Oh...

⚕️

Part two

[spockandawe]

Double edit: actually, that's enough of that.

Edit: I was expecting maybe thirty notes tops. This is a surprise, and one that doesn't delight me. If I hear about any harassment stemming from this post, I'll be more pissed at the harasser than the person this is about.

God. Dammit.

I hate this, let's just out that out there! I'm unhappy that I'm talking about any of this, I'm unhappy there's an issue that's come up at the intersection of media preservation, respecting authors, and one of my favorite book series. And I'm unhappy that I've censored the names in the screenshots I'm about ti post! I'm not happy that I'm helping to slide consequences away from someone who thought this was an acceptable thing to do to a modern working author. But I'm even less happy this is something that happened in the first place, and I'm VERY unhappy the original post has been deleted without a whisper of accountability or apology.

And here's a partial screenshot of the IA page, which has since been removed. I get the excitement to share something you love with a new audience. This isn't the right way to go about it.

First, if Martha Wells' patreon is still in place, I encourage everyone in the strongest possible terms to go sign up for it. It'll charge you one dollar. I've been a member since probably 2018, and I mistakenly believed it was locked to new members (it's labeled 'Currently Closed To New Patrons') until I had reason to look it up last night, when I tripped across this reddit post from earlier this year.

Now. I was looking it up because of this sudden patreon message:

Even if the patreon goes away, I still recommend that people sign up. Explore the stories! They're very fun! Even though the patreon has been dormant for years, I've loved having that repository in place.

In fact, in the interest of full disclosure, what kept me from immediately reblogging last night is that I've felt the same archival urges! I bound a hard copy of these stories earlier this year, and let me quote my own words from that post:

I live in a state of perpetual low key stress over the impermanence of digital media and that goes extra for sites that aren’t designed to work well as archives. I hope, desperately, that someday Martha Wells publishes more raksura, maybe even including these stories! I will buy it immediately. No thoughts, wallet empty. I own all her other raksura books in literally three formats, fingers crossed that by printing this, I can actualize a formal official printing of these stories by the author 😂

So. Archiving, yes. But especially with a living, working author, I would never DREAM of posting a public free-for-all with IA and mediafire links. My most charitable interpretation is that OP thought it was fine since the stories were "free," even though the writeups acknowledge that access costs a dollar. Ao3 is also free. Reposting someone else's fic is still understood to be a dick move.

Last night i was left kind of stunned, and I was hoping to see some kind of response from op this morning taking responsibility, and was... disappointed to see that the post was just deleted. The IA listing was deleted too, and I hadn't actually looked up the mediafire post yet but I'm guessing it's also been nuked. Out of curiosity, I wanted to see if there was anything more in the comments, so I found a surviving reblog. And there was!

So I'm writing this post because I'm... frustrated. Taking down the files is a good step. Posting them publicly was a worse step, but hey. I still more than understand if Martha Wells still deletes her patreon. I don't understand what sending her files of her own stories is meant to accomplish, but whatever. Ascribing a profit-driven motive is driving me up a wall, though. She's financially stable. I read her email, and what i see is frustration that even though it only cost a dollar to access 62k of her work through her own chosen location, control of her writing is being forcibly removed from her. I'm sure that seeing copies sold by third parties wouldn't help, but I don't think that's the root issue.

This is a fandom-heavy website, I'm sure most of us have seen posts about not reposting art when you can share directly from the artist's blog. I've seen posts about stop copying your ao3 faves over to wattpad just because you like reading there better. At a fundamental level, I read the message from Martha Wells as a deep frustration at having no way to share her creative work without someone removing control of it from her hands. And I don't know if there's any way to really take back that damage.

[themainhoessidehoe]

Hiii! I saw ur requests were open 👀 wanted to ask for some spicy belphie headcanons if u have any…could also be sfw if thats what u wanna do!

Spicy Belphegor headcanons

Notes: It's so ironic how he's my very first request here considering that I always safe him up as last, because I struggle with him the most😂

Gender: neutral

Warnings: 18+ content MDNI, mentions of sex, heavy language, mentions of sex toys, I wrote parts where MC is receiving and giving to keep it as inclusive and neutral as possible

Masterlist

Yes, he's spending most of his time asleep, but he's so horny that it gets pretty close to Asmo's level. His sex drive is damn high for someone this lazy

Sleepy morning sex is his absolute favorite or rather sleepy whenever he manages to wake up sex. Especially when he had a nice wet dream about you with your legs spread. When Belphie wakes up from those he doesn't even have to press himself against you for you to feel his hard cock

The fact that he prefers to recieve than to give surely doesn't come as a surprise, but it doesn't mean he's not putting any work into it. In fact he even gets overly excited whenever you climb up to sit on his face. The view alone makes his dick twitch. While you're riding him he tends to ask for you to give him a hand job and if you let him wait for him long enough a whiny plead escapes his lips

69 and any position where you ride him are also very high on his list. Anything that has him choke on your ass or let's him see it bounce up and down goes for him

When he's on the "receiving" end though he prefers either missionary where doesn't have to do anything except wrap his legs around you. That one time when he was on all fours and you pressed his head into the pillow he actually fell asleep

Belphie isn't much of a talker. The most you can hear from him are shaky moans and quiet whispers like "fuck" or "shit"

As much as he'd love to fuck you all day/night long unfortunately his stamina is allowing too much. On his good days he can go a couple round, but he usually doesn't last longer than 2

He absolutely loves using toys! Thanks to them he can give you maximum pleasure without moving too much himself

While he has no interest in having sex in semi-public places he's still not against touching you inappropriately when no one is looking. It often times leaves you in an embarrassing situation explaining why you were squirming around so much while Belphie isn't even considering to come to your aid. He's just sitting there with a satisfying smirk on his face like the asshole he is

[sucka4pain]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!❣︎

haikyuu men with a thicc!s/o

Bokuto Koutarō, Aran Ojiro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Tsukishima Kei

Includes: Ass slapping, sloppy make outs, mentions of sex, sexual tensions, possessiveness, and dirty talk

Probably went a little overboard with Ushijima and Aran but can’t blame me🤭

Pronouns aren’t really mentioned

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Bokuto Koutarō

The PERFECT COUPLE!!

Nothing is better a couple who both have CAKE

He likes to play with your ass. LIKE DRUMS. Not THAT way…

He likes to slap it while you are laying on your stomach.

Even tells you to play with his😭

“Come on Y/n! It’s actually fun!!” “Kou, I’m not gonna mess around with your ass😑” “please?🥺” “…Fine”

Now he’s happy.

Okay but like when he FIRST slapped your ass, he was FLABBERGASTED!

Bro was shocked by the recoil on that thang

When you guys are fucking he ALWAYS has to do back shots first.

Him seeing your ass bounce back on his dick as he breaks your back just gives him heart eyes.

100% has his hands on your ass at ALL times!

Even when making out especially

If you two are out walking and you have on jeans, he has his hand in one of your back pockets.

Aran Ojiro

Ugh black KING😫

He’s an ass man it’s the truth

HE HITS IT FROM THE BACK EVERY TIME!🗣️

Your with your friends in a party and your twerking? He is RIGHT behind you catching it.

“Damn Babe, did your ass get fatter or what?🥴” “It’s the same as always babe😂” “Definitely hitting it from the back again tonight..” “Oh hell nah! You nearly broke my back last time!😭” “Baby that ain’t my fault you walking around with THAT behind you😍”

He is a SUCKERRRRRR for you in jeans

You know damn well he is gonna be staring

Always gives your ass a slap before going in a game or even practice

He does it to kinda embarrass you but he calls it his ‘Good luck charm’

Sloppy make out sessions on his bed with you on his lap. His hands placed on your ass, squeezing and rubbing the soft surface as your arms are wrapped around his neck. Pulling him closer into the kiss making it even messier.

“You wanna fuck?” “Aran No!!” CAN NOT have a make out session without you guys fucking afterwards.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Lets be honest here

He stares with NO shame!

When walking together in public he’s always behind you

He doesn’t want anyone to stare at what’s his

Another one that was flabbergasted when he saw the recoil.

Short scenario:

You and your friends are having fun at a club. Ushijima and his team are chilling and talking. They hear cheers and look over to see you twerking on your friend, having a good ass time. NOW you at the time has TIGHT ass jeans. He blushed a little and his jaw dropped seeing how smooth and effortlessly you where doing it. You where barely moving and yet it was jiggling.

Hugs you from behind just to feel your ass rub against his crotch

As lewd as he thinks it is, he can’t help it

Don’t matter where or what time he is STARING!!

Your cooking and your back is facing towards him? He’s looking

You walk past him to leave and hang out with friends? He’s LOOKING (and tried to sneakily take a picture but fails cause his flash was on)

Even during practice he is staring!

“Wakatoshi quit staring at Y/n and focus on practice!!” Coach yelled and he nods going back to practice.

Tsukishima Kei

Ohohohoho lord…

Every second he gets, he’s slapping that ass

“Oh sorry Y/n, there was a bug on you~” “Mother fucker touch my ass again.” Guess what. He touches it.

Which resulted to him getting kicked where the sun don’t shine!

Looks like someone won’t be having kids!!

Jokes aside, he is VERY possessive

Gets mad at anyone and anything for looking.

Even if a kid just looks at you he’s gonna be like “What are you staring at?”

Like bro chill it’s a kid 💀

Loves to fuck you doggy style in front of a mirror and makes you watch.

“Look at that baby, you like getting pounded like this hm? Such a dirty little slut you are.”

2022 ©sᴜᴄᴋᴀ4ᴘᴀɪɴ — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome!!

[its-time-to-write]

Hello! I absolutely love your work. You’re a fantastic writer. Is it possible for you to do something based a bit off of the song London Boy by Taylor Swift? If not I understand. I just feel there’s some cool way to tie it with Jamie Tartt. Sorry if it’s a bit of a generic request

ALRIGHTY gotta preface this, I actually hate this song 😂 Lyrics aren’t bad, but the like accent thing she does makes me die a little bit. BUT. I saw what you were going for (I think)! So here it is, I suffered through listening to this song bc you asked for a fic and I am nothing if not eager to please.

This is also a response to two other requests. So if that was you, ✌️😗 y’all were on the same page, congratulations. This is also my first song-based fic, although all of my works are (very, very loosely) based on songs. That’s why they have such insane titles😅 ANYWAY that’s enough talking from me. Enjoy!

i fancy you

i love my hometown as much as Motown, i love So-Cal

Richmond in London is very different from your hometown in Southern California. It’s colder, for one. And older. Things in California don’t have the same extended history as they do in England. You’re here visiting family for a couple months, although your cousins are trying to convince you to stay longer. 

“What do you really have waiting for you in California?” Holland asks.

“Uh, the beach. Sun. Great Mexican food.” you respond.

Holland isn’t buying it. “When else are you going to be able to live here? We can help you get a job and all that, not a huge problem.”

Holland is very convincing. You decide to stay for a year, single year, and see what happens.

Holland is four years older than you, and has always been the cousin you’re closest to. You’ve had a long-standing bond since being the two eldest sisters in your family. Holland takes you to clubs and introduces you to her friends, including a Miss Keeley Jones who thinks you are “abso-fuckin-lutely adorable.” 

“You have to bring her to a Richmond match, babes,” Keeley says. “Lots of fit footballers.” She winks.

You ask Keeley of she’s dating a footballer.

“Oh god no,” she shudders. “A coach.”

You don’t really see the difference.

saw the dimples first and then i heard the accent

It was a good match, even you can tell. The Richmond team played seamlessly, passing the ball back and forth without letting the other team even touch it. Their conductor of sorts, the one mediating the passes, was crazy. He never seemed to get tired, anticipating his teammates’ moves and those of the opposing team. It seemed like he was always five steps ahead of everyone. Holland notices you watching him and pokes Keeley.

“You like Jamie?” Keeley laughs. “Makes sense. Anyone with eyes likes him. He’s right fit, too. Good in bed, shit with feelings. Well, used to be. Still fucking cocky.”

That’s interesting. “You’ve been with him?” you ask.

Keeley gives you a 50/50 hand motion. “Sort of. Don’t really count it, do I? Was with him at his fucking worst. That’s why Roy fucking hates him.”

“He’s much better now,” Holland chimes in. “Something happened last season and he stopped being such a dick.”

“Holland!” you reproach, laughing. “That’s not nice!”

She and Keeley shrug. “It’s true though, innit?”

You don’t know if it is, because when you first see Jamie up close in the club later that night, he seems perfectly fine. You see a flash of a smile, a dimple, then he says something (you don’t know what) but his accent is… something else. It’s not like Holland’s, or any of your family, but you know enough to pinpoint it to Manchester. 

“The accent got you, didn’t it?” says a voice near your ear and you yelp as Holland slides her arm around your shoulder.

“Gets the best of us,” says Keeley, grabbing your hand. “C’mon, I’ll introduce you.”

She drags you over despite your protests.

he likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet, ‘darling i fancy you’

Regular dinner dates are scary, but dinner dates with a Premier League footballer are downright terrifying. 

You made Holland help you figure out what to wear, and when she showed up at your aunt’s house she had Keeley in tow.

“Heard you’re in need of a bit of a makeover,” she grins. “Lucky for you, that’s my specialty.”

Keeley and Holland have brought some of Holland’s dresses and you’re in a dark green one that “does fucking wonders for your hair, babe.”

Keeley did your makeup while Holland curled your hair and just like that, you’re ready to go.

You groan, “God, I fucking hate first dates,” while shaking out your arms. 

“It’ll be fine,” Holland promises, and she’s right.

It’s more than fine. It’s fucking fantastic.

“I like your smile,” Jamie says. “Fuckin’ American, it is.”

You laugh. “What does that even mean?”

Jamie shrugs. “It’s bigger. Brits are more reserved. Like Roy. You met Roy yet? Biggest fucking twat I ever saw,” but he says it with such affection that you’re sure he means something else.

His eyes are electric, blue and dazzling. They betray his every thought and feeling and right now you feel like if you hold his gaze any longer you’re going to say something completely stupid. 

Turns out your not the one to say something stupid; he is.

You’re walking back to his car, holding hands and swinging them in between you when he stops and says, “Darling, I fancy you.”

You grin and he returns it. He asks, “Was that British enough for you? Feel like you got the whole experience?”

“Definitely,” you say. “Was I American enough for you?”

“Dunno,” he replies, “Got to test one more thing.”

His lips are very soft on yours.

met all of his best mates, so i guess all the rumors are true

“This is Isaac, Colin, Dani, and Sam.”

Jamie is introducing you to some of his team. You’ve been dating for a month now, and your first picture together just popped up in the papers the night before.

The boys of AFC Richmond were pretty sure Jamie was seeing someone, but they didn’t know who it was. Jamie had set up this dinner thing a while ago, it just so happened that the tabloids got to you first. 

It’s not even that great a picture honestly, but you’d been around Nelson Road enough that the boys were able to recognize you. 

It’s a little unnerving to meet them, what with Isaac’s intense stare and Dani’s wide, wide smile. You’re grateful Colin and Sam are acting normal.

“We have an American coach,” Colin says in an attempt to break the ice. It does, because you’re all laughing at the absurdity of his attempt. 

“We have heard very much about you,” Dani says and you wonder if he ever stops smiling. It feels so weird and so normal to be at Jamie’s house with a pile of food and FIFA queued up on the TV, ready to go. You figure that if you’re meeting his friends, Jamie must be at least a little serious. He finds your hand and squeezes it under the table as Isaac cracks his first smile of the night. It’s weird dating a footballer, but you think you can get used to it.

babes, don’t threaten me with a good time

Jamie’s house is the largest you’ve ever been in, and it used to be strange that it was only just the two of you, clattering around that big home. 

It’s a cool night after a warm day so you both decided to lay in his backyard under the stars. 

It feels so much like something you’d do as a teenager, and you tell Jamie as much.

“Used to sneak on me mum’s roof,” he tells you. “Didn’t even do dumb shit, I’d just go to look.”

You lay there in silence for a few moments until you feel something tickle your side.

“Jamie!” you shriek.

“I didn’t do nothing!” he protests. “Must’ve been a bug.”

You don’t believe him, but you don’t push it until you feel another tickle.

“Babe!”

“Babe, it weren’t me, I swear,” he says and you really don’t believe him, especially when he tickles you again less than a minute later.

You laugh. “Fuck you, Jamie Tartt.”

He smirks. “Babe, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Hm, maybe I want a good time.”

Jamie’s grin widens and he sits up. “You know where the bedroom is, love.”

you know i love a London boy

“I don’t fucking get it,” Jamie says. You shrug. 

“I literally don’t either,” you say. Your dad leans over to Jamie. “So basically…” he begins.

He’s halfway through his explanation when Jamie pokes you. “Babe,” he says, “can we switch seats so I can hear your dad better?” You chuckle then wiggle your way into Jamie’s seat while he gets into yours.

“Why the fuck is it called ‘football’ if it’s with their hands?” Jamie asks.

Your dad shrugs. “Not a clue, son, not a clue.”

The game progresses and one of the teams scores a touchdown.

“Hold the fuck up,” Jamie says. “Why did their score change that much?”

“I know this one!” you exclaim. “Different types of goals get different points. And there’s something called a lateral which has to do with moving backward I think?”

You dad just shakes his head with a grin and doesn’t attempt to clarify. 

Your dad spends the second half explaining everything to a very focused Jamie, and he asks questions the entire car ride home. It’s funny have Jamie here in America, staying at your parents house and seeing where you grew up. 

When you’re finally back home and in bed, you pull him as close as you can and whisper, “I love you very, very much. You know that, right?”

You can feel Jamie smile against your hair. “I love you too, very fucking much.”

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

in the spirit of bonding over literati:

1. what is your fave jess one liner?

2. what is your fave rory come back?

3. fave literati exchange?

go crazy 💖

Okay, okay, let’s go!!

1. Ugh, Jess has SO MANY great one-liners, it’s practically impossible to say which one is The Best. “A solution would’ve been birth control — too late, move on” is pretty funny, but I think I’ll go with “You seem very obsessed with length”. I love how he didn’t humor Logan at all, and instead replied with the perfect a silly dick joke 😂 (well, he was being a dick, Jess had no choice but to respond accordingly 😌)

LoganHater!Jess is iconic.

2. I’m probably not educated enough on the non-Jess seasons to give you a true and fair assessment on that. But the first one that comes to mind is in the Pilot when Lorelai says “Hey, I had dibs on being the bitch tonight”, and Rory answers “Just tonight?” <- lmaooo (This Rory would’ve never dragged a dead relationship because of other people’s opinions — her mother’s especially.)

3. This one right here ↴

It’s not about what they’re saying, but rather how they’re saying it. I mean, the softness?? The absolute tenderness??? Jess’s tone when he asks “Oh, yeah?”, and Rory’s smile of pure, unbridled joy in the last gif… 🫠🪦🕊

But I love this entire scene. The way they just keep kissing, and pressing their foreheads together while they hold hands with their eyes closed…… It’s like they’re saying a prayer or something — they might as well be declaring their eternal devotion and undying love for each other at that moment 🤷‍♀️

Look, what eVEn is this?!?!

[laura1633]

Laura, we need a fic based on that comment (Max can suck lec‘s d).

Like someone showing one of them this comment and Max/Charles then goes slightly insane over it and can’t stop thinking about it or something like that.

No, seriously I would love if you’d be up to write this 😍

Haha, love it anon 😂 I was going to write a very quick drabble about it because I have so many one shots lined up that I wouldn't have time for more but it turned out to be almost 2000 words somehow.

-

“George probably argued the wall turned in on him” Daniel cackles as George reads out the tweet, to the Brit’s credit he is still smiling but he doesn’t look particularly pleased. 

“Whose idea was this again?!” Alex tries not to laugh but some of the online comments have been pretty on the nose so far. 

“Mine” Max grins, “It is best not to take these things too seriously” the Dutchman takes another swig from his gin and tonic and reclines back in his seat as the group take turns reading out mean, rude or just downright hilarious comments about themselves. 

“Then I think it’s your turn again” Daniel grabs his phone, “I found a great one, a whole account that seems to have been set up just to let everyone know what a douchebag you are. Their words not mine” 

“I think you’ll find there are a lot of those accounts” Max laughs as he takes the phone from Daniel and reads the comments the Aussie has found. 

“Max better get used to looking at Charles’ rear end this year. Charles WDC incoming” Max snorts as he reads it. 

“Is that so funny?” Charles frowns.

“No” Max hums, “But as much as I would love to spend the year looking at your “rear end” I unfortunately will be a few tenths ahead by the end of the first lap” Max grins

“Few tenths” Charles rolls his eyes. 

“Oh here” Max starts laughing again, “Max can suck Leclerc’s D, I am gonna assume they mean dick” 

Charles almost chokes on his drink. 

“I’d make quick work of that too” Max says with a ridiculously huge grin on his face, “Get you off a few tenths quicker than anyone else can” 

Charles’ face heats up, red spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. 

“What?” Max glances at the mixture of expressions around the table, from shocked to confused to laughing hilariously and then to Charles who looks - well a little like he is going to pass out, “You all think I don’t know how to suck dick? Look at these lips”

Max pouts, pushing his lips together to make them look plumper, as if that is necessary. Charles tries not to look but he can’t help himself, they do look like they belong around a dick. Fat and juicy and nice and pink. Charles shuffles in his seat and tries not to think about it because he’s starting to feel his cock straining in his boxers and he is absolutely not walking out of here with a hard on about Max dropping to his knees. 

The thought doesn’t leave him though. Not when the conversation moves on. Not when he’s making his way back to the hotel. Not when he’s sitting in bed and pulling up videos of the Dutchman. He tells himself it is research, which would be far more truthful if he was watching race replays rather than interviews. He ends up down a rabbit hole, once he has watched one tiktok edit dedicated to Max’s mouth his phone knows that he needs more. More and more and more until he’s found a slow motion shot zeroed in on those lips. 

And fuck, they really are blow job lips.

If Charles were a more sensible person he would just jerk off to the video. He’s not sensible though and he’s not content with coming over his own hand. Which is why he finds himself pacing up and down outside Max’s hotel room door before knocking and fighting off the urge to run away. 

“You need something?” 

Charles’ brain short circuits because Max is stripped down to a tight pair of boxer briefs, unsurprising really given it is 4am and Charles knows full well he has gotten the Dutchman up out of bed. 

“Charles?” Max’s voice is all rough and raspy, his hair all over the place. 

“You would not get me off faster than anyone else” Charles mumbles, it is the single worst chat up line he has ever used. He thinks it might be the worst chat up line anyone has ever used. He’s not even sure if it is a chat up line. Max’s eyes light up though and there’s a wicked grin on his face as he welcomes the Monegasque into his hotel room. 

“Sorry Charles” Max flicks on the light in the room, “You might have to repeat that for me” 

“I just - , what you said earlier. You are not an expert at everything you know” Charles isn’t sure what he is really doing, riling Max up was the plan but it seems silly now. 

“I never said I was” Max is wetting his lips with his tongue, “Just a few things - racing and sucking dick I guess” 

Charles tries to catch the whimper before it leaves his mouth but it fights its way out anyway. 

“I don’t believe you” Charles chokes out. He does believe it though. For some reason he fully believes it when Max says he’s good at sucking dick. Which is crazy really because until a few hours ago he’d always thought Max was straight. Then again he still considers himself straight and yet he’s in the Dutchman’s hotel room trying to goad him down on to his knees. 

“Charles” Max laughs faintly, “I am not going to suck your dick just to prove that I am telling the truth. If you want something you should ask nicely”

Charles feels his knees buckle, at this rate he’s going to be the only one dropping to the floor. Max is looking at him, his gaze unwavering, his stupid perfect dick sucking lips right there all wet and shiny now he’s run his tongue across them obscenely. 

“So Charles, is there something you would like to ask me?”

Charles’ skin burns under the embarrassment, “Max “ is all he manages to get out before his throat and mouth dry out. 

“It’s not quite time for you to moan my name, that comes later” Max smiles as he closes the space between them, “I am going to need you to ask for what you want Charles” 

Charles isn’t sure when Max became this -, this - 

Hot. 

Fuck Charles realises he might need to rethink everything he knows about himself because he’s always liked to be in control but right now his body is vibrating at the thought of Max making him beg for it. 

“I want you to do it” Charles mumbles quietly, his gaze flicking between Max’s mouth and his body. He’s all nice and broad and muscular, Charles has never quite appreciated that so much before. 

“Do what? You want me to do what for you?” Max steps closer again until his breath is warm as it fans over Charles’ lips.  

“I want you to suck my dick” Charles breathes out unsteadily but keeps his head held high. 

“See, that was not so hard was it” Max smiles, “Unlike this” Max palms over Charles’ cock making the Monegasque’s hips buck forward.

Charles wants to come up with some clever little retort but he can’t because Max is already sinking down to his knees and he’s fucking maintaining eye contact whilst he does it. The Dutchman eases Charles joggers and pants down in one go and licks right across his lips again. 

And Charles thinks he might either have heart failure or burst into flames. Either way he thinks this might be what kills him - the sight of Max on his knees looking so fucking confident. 

“Nice” Max hums. 

Charles isn’t even sure if that is a compliment. Nice. It sounds rather - bland. 

“Very nice. I always thought you would be big but you are even bigger than I thought you would be” Max muses as he runs his thumb right over the head of Charles' cock and collects up some of the pre-come. Charles makes a strange gargled sound but isn’t quite sure what is turning him on more -  the thought that Max has even given his dick any sort of passing consideration or the fact the Dutchman is now sucking the pre-come from his thumb like a fucking porn star. 

“I can still take you all though” Max looks up and gives Charles a filthy look. The Monegasque goes to say something but the second he opens his mouth Max slides his lips right around his cock and he’s left throwing his head back and moaning Max’s name like a fucking man possessed. 

Max seems intent on making him come as soon as possible. His mouth warm and wet and working further down Charles’ cock each time he bobs his head. The Monegasque is strangely aware of his own arms just dangling down by his sides and tentatively reaches out and tangles his fingers into Max’s hair. The Dutchman doesn’t need any guiding though, he’s doing pretty well all by himself. 

And for once Charles is glad Max was not all talk. 

The Dutch driver switches it up a little, runs his tongue up the underside of Charles’ cock before giving the head a little attention, sucking and kissing and making patterns with his tongue. Everything sounds wet. Looks wet. There’s saliva and pre-come dripping from the sides of Max’s mouth. He certainly seems to know what he is doing though. As he goes back in Charles gasps as he feels his cock hit the back of Max’s throat. Max makes the faintest gagging sound but pushes down even further until his nose is almost buried against the soft hairs around Charles’ cock. 

It’s at that exact moment that Max looks up again, his eyes a little watery but dark and intense and Charles feels his whole body clenching as it really hits home that Max is sucking his dick. Happily sucking his dick. Sucking his dick with as much passion and skill as he seems to apply to everything else. 

And it’s too much - 

Charles comes without any sort of warning and just hopes that Max is cool with swallowing because his come is most likely already flowing down the Dutchman’s throat as he bucks forward and tightens his grip in Max’s hair to hold him steady. 

Charles feels his legs go to jelly beneath him as Max pulls off slowly, the Dutchman’s lips still clasped tight as he moves. There’s even more saliva now, Max seems to have swallowed down most of the come though, not that Charles really gave him much choice. He would apologise but Max looks far from bothered. 

“Pretty quick” Max smiles, “I mean that as a compliment” the Dutchman laughs, “You are sensitive, are you that sensitive when you fuck?” 

“No” Charles huffs out a little breathless, he’s not normally quite so sensitive but he’s also not used to guys sucking him off and its - 

Well the results speak for themselves. 

“Cool” Max nods and gets to his feet and clambers into bed, “If you want to stick around until morning maybe we can test that out”

“Test. Out” Charles repeats the words like they are completely alien to him. His brain is still fuzzy and floaty and Max is laid out on the bed in front of him like this whole thing is the most natural set up in the whole world. 

“Yeah” Max shrugs, “I am excellent at sucking dicks but I’m world champion level when it comes to riding them” The Dutchman laughs and flicks the lights off in the room which is just as well because Charles’ face is  cherry red as he tentatively climbs into bed next to Max ready for the morning. 

[blueraineshadows]

Love Me, Love Me Not - Part 2

Link for Part 1

Last time we saw Sebastian and MC, they were getting rather and hot and steamy. Let's see how these idiots handled that 😂

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 🌶 Spicy/Angst

For @applinsandoranges

Dawn was a cruel intruder. MC groaned into her pillow at the sounds of Imelda getting up and preparing for her early morning Quidditch training. How the fuck could she get up and do that so early after last night?

Oh, Merlin, last night!

Colour flooded MC's cheeks hotly and she cringed into the pillow. Fuzzy memories, pulsing with heat, flashed through her mind. Sebastian's hands on her skin, his mouth...oh, fuck, that mouth! Her thighs clenched tightly at the memory of him searing her neck with his kiss. She could have died! Her soul had floated up and out of her body, seeking out his so they could entwine in a swirl of fierce passion.

Had she really rubbed herself shamelessly against his dick? She slapped her hands over her face, mortified! How was she going to look him in the eye ever again?

She frowned, vaguely remembering him holding her hand, walking her back to the castle. She had moved to hold his arm, needing to feel him closer. And then, once they had arrived at the door for her dormitory, she had so desperately wanted him to kiss her. She tensed. Had she asked him to? Oh, fuck, had she? She couldn't remember!

Her hands slid from her face, her head hammering a tad from the loaded punch she had downed all night. She was alone. He wasn't in the bed beside her. She was strangely grateful. If he ever was in her bed, she wanted to be able to remember every damn moment of it.

She sat up, throwing the covers back, her bladder was screaming for release. She padded quietly towards the bathrooms feeling a bit ropey. She passed a younger student in the corridor, their gaze one of shock as she passed. She gave them a rueful grin, running a hand through her hair. She must look a right sight, hung over and bleary eyed.

Once in the bathrooms and washing her hands, she glanced up at the mirror and froze in shock. No wonder that student had been gaping.

"Oh, mother of Merlin, no!" She swore. She gingerly brought her fingers up to her neck, the whole right side of it blooming with bright red and purple bruising. She touched the tender flesh and winced. Fuck, he had devoured her!

From her ear to her collar bone were Sebastian's mouth marks, violent in colour and incredibly evident. She was stunned, but also, throbbing with utter need. There must be something very wrong in her head to be so turned on by such a sight. And, worse, she wanted more!

Flustered, her heart hammering as fiercely as her head was thumping, she hurried back to the dormitory. She gathered her things, including a soft, silk scarf, quickly showered, and made a dash from the common room. She did not want to risk running into Sebastian this morning.

A walk down to the lake cleared her head a little, but it still felt like a little soldier was marching from one temple to the other with big boots on.

She sat on a rock and thought about where this might leave her relationship with Sebastian. Did this mean they would continue on this path? Or would they become distant and awkward with each other? The fear of losing him completely made her stomach clench tightly. She looked up at the sky, the clouds thin and moving swiftly on the morning breeze. Nothing fluffy and peaceful to draw comfort from today. Just confusing reality.

But sitting here wouldn't get her any answers. She could only get them from him. With a sigh she headed back indoors. Maybe some food would help.

The thought of coming to face to face with Sebastian made her cringe. The most important thing was to save their friendship. This could not ruin that. Her heart would truly break.

As she walked towards the Great Hall she spotted Poppy and immediately remembered the conversation they'd had on the way to the party. Oh gods, if Poppy found out Sebastian had done this to her neck she would be crushed! And after Poppy had been brave enough to confide in her too. MC felt like an awful friend, cringing again at her shameful behaviour.

MC quickly pulled her hair around to cover that side of her neck as an extra measure over the silk scarf, shamefully hiding until Poppy had gone in to the hall before following. MC kept her head down and walked quickly to the Slytherin table. It was still early and the Hall hadn't filled yet, the older students especially had not arrived in their droves, preferring to remain in their beds after last night.

Ominis was in his usual spot, sipping tea and reading a book. MC took a deep breath, grateful he wouldn't be able to see her little disguise, and climbed into the seat beside him.

His head turned towards her. "Good morning, MC. How's the head?"

She groaned. "Was I that drunk?"

He smirked. "Sebastian said he had to practically carry you back to your dorm."

MC felt her cheeks warm. "What else did he say?"

Ominis tilted his head curiously. "What else was there to say?"

"Nothing," she said, quickly. "Where is he? Has he already eaten?"

Ominis still had curiosity written all over him when a familiar mop of brown hair appeared and Sebastian climbed onto the bench opposite them. He looked right at her, his smirk as confident and charming as ever. "Good morning. I'm surprised to see you up and about so early."

MC flicked her eyes nervously towards Ominis, then back to him. "I...erm...I am a bit tired," she swallowed hard. "Can we...er...can we talk?"

His eyebrows twitched playfully. "What about?"

"Oi, oi," Leander called. He came up behind Sebastian, followed by Garreth and Everett, and gripped Sebastian by the shoulders. "Alright, lover boy."

Sebastian frowned up at him, shrugging his shoulders free. "Get off," he grumbled. "What are you on about?"

Leander chuckled and gave MC a cheeky wink. "Nice scarf, MC," he said. "What you got hiding underneath that then, eh?"

MC felt her cheeks burn and she put tentative fingers up to her neck. Sebastian's gaze swung back to her, his eyes a little panicked.

"What's going on?" Ominis asked.

Leander laughed. "Didn't you hear, Gaunt? Everyone is talking about it. Sebastian and MC got down and proper dirty last night, in front of everyone."

Ominis gaped, his head turning immediately towards MC. She sucked in a horrified gasp, her eyes darting around the Hall to see that people were indeed looking their way, whispering behind their hands. She was vaguely aware of Ominis reaching out a cool hand, hunting out one of hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Sebastian's cheeks were as flushed as hers felt, he was eyeing where the scarf covered her neck.

"Fuck off, Prewett," MC muttered. She clambered to her feet, legs shaking. Everyone was staring.

Garreth took hold of Leander's arm and tugged him away. "Come on, mate. Leave it."

"Excuse me," she muttered.

She could hear their voices behind her, could feel the eyes on her back as she practically ran from the hall, running blindly for the doors. Once again, she was hot gossip, her name on everyone's lips, and this time Sebastian's name was being dragged through the mill too.

She had always tried to be discreet, ensuring boys never left a mark, but Sebastian had been a different story, with him all her control had evaporated. How had she let herself get so out of control in front of everyone like that?

She swore she was never going to drink another drop of alcohol ever again. Drowning in her need for him she had thrown the drinks back, Poppy's words haunting her. She had watched every girl at that party, her claws ready to maul if one of them so much as touched Sebastian. The hypocrisy of it was bitter, which had her reaching for more drink, trying to drown away everything.

And then she had seen him, alone, seemingly searching for someone, and she had wanted to be found. Oh, Merlin, she had thrown herself on him! And now the whole school knew!

....*....

Sebastian had launched himself up off the bench, shoving Prewett aside, and he ran after MC. The way her face had fallen hit him like a thousand hexes.

She was a swift little thing, darting through groups of students, and making for the Viaduct Courtyard at a decent lick. He sped up, bursting out into the cool morning air. "MC!" He called. "MC, wait!"

She darted to the side, her robe flicking out as she dashed behind the columned walkway. He chased her into the shadowed walk, catching up to her and seizing her arm. She went to pull away, stumbling a little, but he steadied her with his other hand. She looked up at him, a whole range of conflicting emotions flickering across her pale face. Then her bottom lip began to tremble and he felt a crushing sensation in his chest. This was all his fault.

He moved to pull her in closer, desperate to comfort her, but she held him at arms length, shaking her head. "No, don't," she gasped. She glanced around them, eyes wide. "People will see."

She may as well have cast a basic hit to his chest. He let go of her immediately and stepped back. "I'm sorry."

She stared at him, a small sigh escaping her lips as her shoulders sagged. She brushed back strands of hair from her face and took hold of his hand. "Not here, come on."

They hurried down the long, winding staircase to the boat house, the Black Lake a choppy, grey mass before them. Heavier clouds were drifting in and it looked like rain. Sebastian held tightly to her hand, fearful to let her go. Was she going to tell him to back off from her? Was this the beginning of the end? Damn him and his lack of self control. When would he ever learn to think before acting? And why was it always her that ended up getting hurt in the process? He couldn't blame her if she dumped his sorry arse. Who needed a friend like him?

The boat house was deserted at this time of day, the boats bobbing on their ropes, knocking gently into each other. MC led him inside and closed the door before releasing his hand.

"Prewett is a prick," he said.

She huffed a humourless laugh. "Would you have not done the exact same thing to him?"

His mouth tightened. "That's not the point."

"No, the point is we are the juiciest gossip in the whole school," she sighed.

Sebastian eyed her neck. "Is it bad?" He pointed awkwardly at his own neck. "Did I hurt you?"

"See for yourself," she said. She tilted her head back and to the side. The scarf slipped a little and he winced at the bruises under her ear. He stepped forward and with gentle fingers, brushed her hair back and tugged at the simple knot of her scarf. The silk slid away from her throat and she swallowed hard, her eyes flicking up to his.

His breath hissed through his teeth at the sight of her neck, the smooth flesh a colourful canvas of his lust. "Fuck, MC, I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"It doesn't hurt," she said. She attempted a small smile. "Next time, eat something before dancing."

His eyes widened. "Next time?"

Her face flushed crimson and she took a step back, reaching to tug the silk scarf back from him. "I mean, erm...you know, next time you find yourself in a situation like that."

Oh, so not necessarily with her then. He pushed a hand through his hair and nodded, trying to smile, his heart flipping madly.

She hesitated. "Did we...did you...I can't remember much about getting back to the dormitory. I didn't embarrass myself further, did I? I mean, I didn't do anything inappropriate."

"No, you were just intoxicated. Imelda took over once I got you there. I thought she was going to skin me alive when she saw the state of you."

She nodded, relieved. "Well, thank you for getting me back safely."

"Of course," he said.

An awkward silence fell between them. Thoughts and feelings twisted and turned inside of him. He wanted to touch her, wanted to hold her. The depth of his heart was on the tip of his tongue, tingling. He could just tell her, like Ominis had told him to.

"Things aren't going to be weird between us now, are they?" She asked. "You're my best friend, Seb. I'd hate for something so foolish to ruin that."

Foolish. Everything that had been balanced on the tip of his tongue vanished. He swallowed it all down, tucking it away next to his crushing disappointment. He was beginning to wonder if there would ever be a right time to tell her, maybe he should try to let it go.

"You have nothing to worry about," he assured her. He covered his tortured heart with his best smirk. He leant in and tweaked her nose playfully. "I mean, what's a hot dance between friends, right? It would take a lot more than that to get rid of me."

Relief made her face sag, and her eyes shone with tears. She stepped forward and buried her face into his chest, and of course, he wrapped her up tight, his hand gently smoothing her hair.

He would always be there to hold her when she needed him.

....*....

Instead of waking up from terrible nightmares, she was now plagued by hot, breathless dreams of Sebastian biting her neck like some kind of erotic vampire. She made a mental note to stop reading gothic fiction.

Although, stopping the gothic fiction wasn't going to stop her getting hot and flustered over Sebastian apparently. She found herself staring at his mouth more often now, and even worse, she would catch herself eyeing his trouser area, remembering the feel of him, hot and hard against her body.

One afternoon, she found herself alone with him in the Undercroft. They were quietly studying, quills scratching away on parchment. She paused to watch him, admiring the way his hair fell across his forehead. He sighed, brows drawing together, lips pursed as he read his text book. Now she knew what those lips felt like on her skin, but how would they feel on her mouth? He pushed his hair back with long fingers, the strands falling softly against each other, the firelight glinting on the streaks of gold lightened by the sun.

What was going to happen when they graduated? What if she hardly ever saw him again? It was a sobering thought.

"What are you staring at? Do I have the remains of lunch around my mouth or something?"

His eyes swung towards her, his smirk delicious. She bit back her smile, and failed. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

His gaze turned curious. "About?"

She took a steadying breath. "About what happens when we leave here," she said. "After graduation. I have no idea what I am going to do. I mean, I've finally found a place where I feel I belong, and all too soon I will have to leave it."

Sebastian put down his quill and leant towards her. "Have you any thoughts on where you want to go?"

She shrugged. "Not really," she admitted. "I don't really have anywhere to go. I suppose I could try and get my old job back at the cafe, stay there until I decide what I want. What about you?"

He frowned, thinking. Her heart clenched a little. For some reason, it was important for her to know what he was going to do. It was almost like panic, what seized her, fear of him slipping out of her reach.

"Well," he said. "I did think about applying for the Auror program, however I'm not so sure now. I'm a fair hand at research, I know my way around a library, so perhaps something along the lines of that. Either way, I don't want to farm fields for the rest of my life."

"Even though it looks good on you?" She smiled.

He chuckled. "Want a closer inspection?"

MC had to clench her thighs at the naughty gleam in his eye. "This conversation is becoming rather improper, Mr Sallow." She spoke primly but he wasn't buying any of it.

"You started it," he grinned.

She sighed, rolling her eyes, and flipped the page over in her book, but she wasn't really paying much attention to it. Her smiled slipped a little and she fixed her gaze on him. "Whatever we do after graduation, I do know that I will miss this," she said. She indicated the two of them sitting together. "I will miss being able to do stuff like this with you everyday."

He reached across the table and put his hand over hers. She resisted the urge to twist her palm up and clasp it properly. "Don't think you'll be getting rid of me that easily," he said. "You won't be the only one missing this time we have together. I'm not going to just walk away and leave you behind."

"You promise?"

"I promise." His warm, brown eyes were earnest, his expression soft as he looked at her. He brushed his hand lightly over hers and a riot of goosebumps spread up her arm.

"Careful, I might hold you to that," she said.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

....*....

As the term moved along, MC threw herself into her schoolwork to distract herself from Sebastian, and soon the weeks slipped by and Christmas was upon them. She had kept her head down and worked hard, no booze, no boys. She was feeling more in control than she had in a long while. Perhaps they could have a nice, normal Christmas. Their last here at Hogwarts.

After a gift shopping trip in Hogsmeade, MC sat in the Three Broomsticks with Poppy and Natty. She took a long sip of her butterbeer and smiled at her friends. "Did you get all your gifts?"

Natty gave Poppy a nudge. "Poppy even got one for Leander," she grinned.

Poppy flushed. "It's just a little thank you for all the help he has given me at the beast pens," she said.

"And the rest," Natty giggled.

"Oh, what's this? What have I missed?" MC asked, sitting up straighter.

Poppy squirmed a little, but a little grin won out on her mouth. "We may have had a little kiss."

MC gaped. "Poppy! You go girl. Was it nice?"

"It was...wet?" Poppy screwed her nose up a little. "Not much like how you read it in a romance novel to be honest."

MC snorted into her butterbeer, coughing a little as she choked back a giggle. "Give it another go, practise makes perfect. If not with Leander, then perhaps someone else."

Poppy's face lit up with curiosity. "Yes, this is what I need. Got any other tips? What's it like when things start moving under the clothes?"

MC gasped. Her cheeks blushing a little. "What makes you think I know about that?"

Poppy hesitated, blushing herself. "Oh, sorry. I thought...well, you are a bit more experienced at these things."

Natty grabbed up her butterbeer, interested eyes flicking between her two buddies.

"Kissing perhaps," MC admitted. "But I've never, you know..." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I've never taken a boy to bed."

Natty looked surprised. "Not even Sebastian?"

MC swallowed and twisted her drink on the table top. "Not even him."

Both Poppy and Natty sighed in disappointment at the same time. MC looked at them both, a furrow on her brow. "What?"

Poppy squeezed her hands into little fists and thumped them down on the table as she said. "But, you love him, right? You must do!"

"He...he's my best friend!" MC spluttered. Shock made her mouth drop. Where had that come from?

Natty reached out and put her hand over MC's. "It's alright, MC," she said. "You can tell us. But, it is fairly obvious. The way you two look at each other, everyone wants someone to look at them that way. I think it's all rather lovely."

MC stared at them both. Her heart sped up a bit. "What do you mean, how do we look at each other?"

"Infatuation," Poppy said firmly. "That's the word I would use. And, as for the Halloween party..."

MC held her hand up. "Nope, don't even go there. This is getting a bit out of hand now."

"Why, did we hit too close to home?" Natty smirked.

MC snatched up her drink, her whole body burning at what they were suggesting. It was nonsense. It was wishful thinking. It was waking up everything she had buried away, deeply away, over the last few weeks. She drank down some more of her drink, her blood flowing fast and hot.

Infatuation. She took a shaky breath. And she didn't miss the little knowing smirk shared between the other two girls. Dare she believe it?

....*....

Most of the school had gone home for the Christmas holidays, but a few of the 7th year students elected to stay and make the most of the school in their last year.

Sebastian finished wrapping the Christmas gift he had bought for MC. He fiddled with the bow, knowing that he had spent far too much money, and he hoped he hadn't gone too over the top.

His guilt over what had happened at Halloween still clung to him. Her neck had been a masterpiece displaying the loss of his self control. He wouldn't have blamed her if she had blanked him after what he had done. But she hadn't.

She hadn't come back for more either.

His restraint around her was now on a tight leash. He was nothing but a gentleman, aside from a little playful flirting, but then they had always done that.

Seeing her being mocked like that in the Great Hall had cut him deep. He had pounded Leander for the little bitch he was at duelling practise for that.

He was also glad to notice that she didn't seem to have a boy hanging around her anymore. He had been sick of listening to the gutter talk in the Quidditch changing rooms. She had a taste for Quidditch players it would seem. It made him feel sick, and the Undercroft had taken some real punishment in the effort to ease his jealous fury.

However, things had been quiet lately. Ominis had dropped a few hints about confessing how he really felt, but he brushed him off. She had been so scared of ruining their friendship after Halloween, and he didn't want to do that either. So, he kept his mouth shut. All he wanted was for her to be happy. It was what she deserved.

Once wrapped, he hid the gift in his trunk, ready for when he could give it to her on Christmas day. Then, he went to the common room in search of Ominis.

"Where is everyone?" He asked.

"MC said that she was meeting Poppy and a few others in the Clock Tower," Ominis said. "Did you want to go along?"

"Sure, why not? I'm feeling sociable."

....*....

MC was on her third glass of mulled wine, her cheeks rosy, and eyes bright as she sat and chatted with her friends. Snow was falling gently outside, but the frigid Highland air was being kept out by a rather impressive warming charm.

There was a large Christmas tree in the corner decorated in the latest Victorian fashion. MC was starting to feel rather in the spirit of the season and was glad she had opted to stay at the castle.

As the evening wore on, the lads brought the firewhiskey flasks out. MC declined, sticking with the mulled wine that Garreth's mum had given him the recipe for. It was actually rather good.

She found herself sitting in a circle of her friends, chatting and telling jokes. Sebastian, Ominis, Poppy, Natty, Everett, Garreth, Leander, Imelda and Amit. They were trying to come up with a game to play, something for the adults, as Imelda cheekily put it.

"Truth or dare?" Garreth suggested.

"Hmm, that could turn dangerous very quickly," Ominis said.

"That's half the fun," Sebastian chuckled.

"It's got to be something at least a little risky," Imelda said. "Come on, are you winners or are you wimps?"

"It's not bloody Quidditch," Leander grumbled. He shot the girls a sly grin. He tugged his wand out of his pocket and gave it a rather skilled twirl. "How about a game of Spin the Wand?"

There was a jumble of groans and giggles around the circle, the boys looking a lot more keen than the girls, although Poppy was flushing a lovely shade of pink.

MC flicked her gaze towards Sebastian, he caught her eye and smirked. She licked her lips. This could prove more dangerous than truth or dare. She looked at Ominis, waiting for him to shoot this game down too, but he didn't. If anything, he looked curious.

"Okay, let's do this," Leander said. "We all take turns spinning our wand in the centre of the circle, whomever the wand points to, you have to kiss them under the mistletoe. Who's in?"

Everyone glanced around the circle, and nobody was backing out. MC felt her heart begin to thump a little faster.

"What kind of kiss?" Amit asked, timidly.

"At least a minute," Imelda said promptly. "No quick pecks, and it has to be on the mouth."

They all nodded, expectation thick in the air. Natty lifted her wand and charmed a little sand timer to time the kisses, and Poppy charmed a large bunch of mistletoe for them to kiss under, throwing MC a little smirk as she did so.

"I'll go first seeing as I suggested it," Leander said. He leaned in to spin his wand.

"Can't wait to get a snog more like," Garreth sniggered.

Leander grinned and spun his wand. Everyone watched it, spinning round and round, finally slowing to a stop. It was pointing at Imelda. Leander looked a little bit scared and MC covered her mouth with her hand, smothering a chuckle.

"Come on then, Prewett," Imelda said. She got to her feet and moved under the mistletoe. "Pucker up, bitch."

Everyone laughed as Leander moved to join her. He didn't quite know what to do with his hands, all flustered and awkward. Imelda sighed and grabbed his face with both hands, planting her mouth firmly against his.

Poppy gasped, her face falling a little as she watched them. Again, MC debated the risk this game posed. Garreth pumped his fist in the air as Natty flipped the timer. MC watched them kiss, a steady flood of colour darkening Leander's face.

Wow, a minute felt like a long time.

MC glanced around the circle wondering what it would be like to kiss any of them for a minute. Sebastian was obviously the one that made her heart pound, but then, she didn't want to kiss him for the first time in front of everyone. She trusted Ominis, and Poppy, and figured they would feel safe. As for the others, she felt a bit nervous.

The minute was up. Imelda broke away, cool and unflustered as she retook her spot in the circle. Leander was blushing madly, a stupid grin on his face. He gave Garreth a nudge as he sat down next to him. "Go on then, mate. Your turn."

Garreth clapped his hands together, rubbing them as though warming them up, before taking out his wand. He leant forward to spin it.

"No cheating," Everett warned. "We know who you want it to land on."

Leander chuckled, his eyes darting towards Poppy. She didn't notice, she was too busy watching Garreth, her own wand already out and ready for her turn.

Garreth's wand spun quickly, the wood grating against the stone floor. It slowed and stopped and MC felt her cheeks bloom with warmth. It was pointing at her. Her gaze lifted to Garreth and he too was blushing a deep red.

Leander gave a delighted laugh and slapped Garreth on the shoulder. "Fucking hell, Garreth! Nice catch!"

Everett leant in towards Amit. "I knew he would cheat. So obvious."

Everyone looked at MC and she managed a smile. Her gaze flicked towards Sebastian and she was surprised to see his expression tight, his jaw working against the clench of his teeth. He did not look happy. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, more about Sebastian's reaction than the thought of having to kiss Garreth.

She stood and moved towards the mistletoe. She took a steadying breath. It was just a kiss. She had kissed a boy before. Nothing to it.

Garreth came up towards her. He was taller than she expected up close, and his eyes were actually a very pretty green. He gave her an awkward smile. "I apologise in advance if this is rubbish," he said.

She felt her nerves slip away at those words. She noted the eager faces of Leander and Everett, poised and ready to make a joke out of this. She knew how it felt to suffer that kind of mockery. She felt a pang of empathy for Garreth and decided to make this easy for him.

She leant in towards him. "Don't worry, just follow my lead," she whispered.

Fully aware that Sebastian was watching this, she reached out to grab the front of Garreth's jumper, tugging him closer. He gave a little squeak of surprise and she smiled before going up on tiptoes to press her mouth against his.

His lips were warm, soft, and he tasted of firewhiskey and chocolate fudge. She could feel his nerves, but he was gentle, taking care not to take advantage. She deepened the kiss, the sand slipping through the timer as she swirled her tongue against his. He gasped softly, his hand moving to press against the small of her back. Her hand moved up to cup his face. He was good, very good.

If she had been looking down at her circle of friends, she would have seen the gaping mouths of Poppy and Natty, the look of surprised wonder on Leander's. She would have also seen the curious tilt of Ominis' head, and the quiet, dark fury on Sebastian's face. Poppy glanced at Sebastian, saw his expression, and gave Natty a quick nudge. She nodded for Natty to look, and when Natty saw, she looked at Poppy, biting her bottom lip in knowing concern.

The sand ran out, Garreth and MC continued to kiss, oblivious that their time was up. Natty noticed. "Erm, times up guys," she said.

Everyone glanced around the circle at her words, and then looked back at Garreth and MC as they continued to kiss. In an instant, Sebastian was on his feet. He grabbed Garreth's sleeve. "Hey, she said the time's up," he bit out. "That means stop."

Garreth jumped, released MC, and she quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She met Sebastian's gaze and flushed under the intensity of his glare. However, she had not forgotten about Garreth's own nerves and she reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked at her uncertain, and she smiled. "That was nice. Thank you."

Garreth looked dazed, flushed, and then he grinned widely. When he went to sit down, Leander clapped him on the back again. "Nice one, mate. Not going to lie, I'm a little jealous."

Imelda threw him a scowl at that comment.

MC's heart lurched for Poppy, and caught her little frown of disappointment. Prewett could be a real arse sometimes, his mouth moved before his brain could kick in. His words were starting to slur together a little, clearly he'd had a few too many gulps of firewhiskey.

Sebastian took hold of MC's arm and led her back to the circle, clearly wanting her to sit with him. She felt tense, poised, as though this was about to go very wrong. Sebastian was coiled tight like a spring, just waiting to be released.

Leander clapped his hands. "Right then, who's up next?" He gave MC a little smirk. "You never know, maybe you can tick another lad off your kiss list, MC."

Gasps sounded around the circle. Poppy looked furious. "Leander!" She cried.

Sebastian was instantly on his feet, wand out, aiming it right at Leander's face. "Watch your mouth, Prewett," he snarled.

Leander scrambled up onto his own feet, wand out. "What's the matter, Sallow, did I hit a nerve?"

MC leapt up next and grabbed Sebastian's arm, she knew that look on his face. "Leave it," she hissed.

Everyone was on their feet now, not wanting to get caught in any cross fire.

"You need to learn some bloody respect," Sebastian growled.

"It was only a joke," Leander said. He gave MC a sheepish look. "I didn't mean anything by it. And it wasn't exactly a lie. MC has kissed a few of the lads."

"And you're just jealous because you weren't one of them," Everett chuckled. "Come on, Leander. She isn't going to want to kiss you after this. I reckon the game is over, sadly."

"Oh, the game is definitely over," Sebastian snapped.

"At least I can admit it though," Leander said. "I'd kiss her, of course I would. Unlike you, Sallow. You've been giving her the eye since 5th year but you're too much of a pussy to do anything about it. I thought you'd finally cracked it at Halloween, but it would seem not. What's the matter, did she knock you back?"

Silence. The only sound was the soft swish of the pendulum above their heads.

MC could see the stunned faces of her friends, the softly falling snow through the doorway, the flicker of candles and festive baubles. It was so still though, as if the room was holding its breath.

She took every detail in, but most of all, she was keenly concentrating on Sebastian. Her own shocked heart thudding madly against her ribs. This was the second time this week that someone had pointed out that there was something between her and Sebastian. She stared at him, but he couldn't even look her way.

Sebastian was shaking with his fury, and MC knew all of his tells, he was about to cast the first strike. She leapt forward, knocking his wand arm sideways, just as a spell shot from the tip.

Two things happened at once. The Christmas tree exploded, shiny trinkets and sparks flying in all directions as Sebastian's spell hit it. The second thing was Leander, flying backwards, hitting the floor with a thud before sliding to a stop against the black metal fence.

Everyone had jumped backwards, shouting and calling out. MC spun, confused. How had the tree and Leander both been hit?

The answer was Poppy. She was standing just behind MC, her wand pointed towards Leander, her face set in ferocious determination.

"Poppy!" MC gasped.

Poppy scowled and lowered her wand. "He deserved it." It was scary how calm she sounded.

"Could someone please tell me what in Merlin's name is going on?" Ominis demanded.

MC looked to Sebastian, his face was flushed, his eyes flashing with fury. He locked gazes with her, his eyes softened a little, but he was wound up so tight, his chest heaving with his breaths.

She took a step towards him, hand outstretched. "Seb..."

"I can't do this," he muttered.

She frowned in confusion. "Do what?"

He shook his head. "I'm sorry."

He turned and ran for the courtyard. MC stared after him for a moment, stunned. "No, wait!"

"Where's he going?" Poppy asked.

MC didn't know, but she was going to find out. She took off after him, her heart in her mouth. They had to talk. There was too much up in the air now, a swirl of emotions tumbled in her gut, and she needed some answers.

She could hear her name being shouted, but she ignored them, sprinting after Sebastian as he disappeared onto the covered bridge. His feet thundered across the wood, hers desperately chasing after him.

"Sebastian, wait, please." She panted. He was too fast, she would never catch him.

She pulled out her wand and flicked it towards his back. "Arresto Momentum!"

He slowed right down and she ran past him, spinning to a stop so she stood facing him. She gripped the front of his woolen jumper before releasing the spell. He staggered right into her, the pair of them stumbling chaotically into the barrier fence of the bridge.

She yelped as he crushed her, but she refused to let go of him, not wanting him to start running again.

"What the fuck?" He yelled. He gripped her wrist where she held him, straightening. "Let go."

They had fought before, many times, she wasn't afraid to bite back.

"You don't get to run away from me like that," she growled. "We need to talk."

"Okay, let's talk," he bit out. He thrust his face up close to hers. "Enjoyed kissing Weasley, did you? Didn't even hear the timer had run out."

She gasped and then scowled. "I didn't chase you down to talk about Garreth."

He pulled a sickening face and mimicked what she had said. "Oh, thank you, Garreth, that was nice!" Then his face twisted into something feral. "Beautiful bit of feedback. I bet you made his fucking night."

"It was just a game!" She protested.

"What about Halloween, MC? Huh? How did that feel? Was that nice, too? Or did I not live up to your standards? Maybe that was just a game too."

She gulped. His face was so close, his eyes blazing, the fury seeping from him in waves. Her waist was crushed up against the wooden railing behind her and the wind whipped freezing flakes through her flying hair.

"Seb..." She said, breathing so hard it hurt her lungs.

His fingers gripped her shoulders, shaking her a little. "Well? Tell me the truth. How did I make you feel?"

He looked desperate, wild. If she was honest, his intensity did scare her a little, and yet her body was firing up, heat exploding through her veins at the way he was pressed up against her. The memory of Halloween night made her lick her lips, and his gaze dropped to her mouth, his expression morphing into something darkly ravenous.

"You're..you're jealous," she gasped.

His hand gripped her face, his freezing fingers almost soothing against the burn of her cheeks. He dragged the pad of his thumb downwards over her lips, parting them. "You have no fucking idea," he groaned.

He trailed his thumb back along her lower lip, his eyes following the movement. "Watching him kiss you like that..." His own mouth moved lower, dipping towards hers. "I wanted to kill him, blast him right out of your arms."

Her fingers tightened their grip on his jumper, her heart felt like it was going to hammer its way right through her rib cage, and her mouth was tingling with anticipation at the thought that he was about to kiss her.

"You still haven't answered my question," he asked. His eyes lifted to hers. "How do I make you feel?"

She swallowed, the movement making her lips brush against his thumb. She whimpered a little. "Like...like my skin is going to burst into flame if you touch it," she admitted.

He slid his hand from her face, fingers trailing over her jaw and down to the column of her throat. "Like this?"

She sucked in a sharp breath, her throat working as he teased delicate finger tips up towards her ear. Her hips fidgeted against him. "Seb..."

His face moved even closer, the tip of his nose brushing against hers, his breath hot on her cold skin. She could smell the firewhiskey, the scent of his skin, her lips were hungry for a taste. Impatient, she moved to kiss him, but he pulled back from her a little, his lips twisting into a satisfied smirk.

"Hmm, you really want me to kiss you, don't you?"

"Isn't that what you want, too?"

"Aren't you scared about what that might mean? If we cross that line, MC, could we ever step back over it?"

"Since when have you ever paused before rushing in to something?"

He pulled back a little, the cold air rushing in to replace the warmth of his breath on her face. His face was conflicted. "I can't lose you," he whispered.

MC was done going over the same thing in her head and in her heart. He was going to send her crazy if they kept going round and round in circles like this. One of them had to take that leap, dive into the unknown and hope to Merlin that it wasn't an empty cloud, and they wouldn't tumble down to a nasty end.

She reached up to touch his face, finger tips trailing across his eyebrow and down to sweep across his cheekbone. How many times had she looked on this handsome face? She knew every line, every dip and curve. She knew his smile, his sadness, his fury, his determination and his pain. Just now, she had caught a glimpse of his desire in the way he had looked at her mouth. It made her tremble, ache sharply in places that needed a release she was sure only he could ease. She traced his freckles, sliding down to his lips. They were soft, inviting.

"You're not going to lose me," she promised.

He stared at her, eyes darkening, his head lowering down towards her again. He hesitated, a mere breath away from her lips, but she was done waiting. She pressed her mouth to his, lips tasting lips, a soft teasing taste.

They both paused and smiled. His body seemed to relax, moulding softly against her, like he was letting go of something that had held him in a tight grip.

His next kiss was firmer, hungrier, his hands holding her in a desperate grip. He moaned, deeply, his mouth parting and MC didn't hesitate. She claimed his mouth, so much pent up hunger pouring out of her as their tongues slid together. She moaned into his mouth, reaching up to grab his hair. She didn't think she would ever be able to stop. She had waited so long for this, finally, finally, she was getting what she really wanted.

She had taken the leap, dived head first into this with him, and he seemed to be right in it with her. If she fell, then she fell, as long as he was holding her like this, she reckoned she could take the hit.

To be continued... Part 3

[lizzieislife94x]

Gaming (e.o)

LizziexG!P Reader 

Lizzie is a lil needy in this I know I have a few requests I will get to them I promise and requests are still very much open 😊 (update I'm binge watching 90 day fiancé anyone wanna 90 day fiancè me? 😂😂) anyway as always I hope yall enjoy

Lizzies POV:

I groan trying to watch the movie in front of me but my eyes keep travelling to my girlfriends gaming room I can hear her laughing and occasionally shouting while she gives all her attention to her gaming friends its so unfair I pout and fold my arms trying to focus on the TV once again but it doesn't work my attention is on her room, I get up and walk to the kitchen and grab the coffee pot and pour a little as I lean against the counter and close my eyes as I sip at the coffee after 10 minutes I can't take it anymore I run upstairs and strip out of my clothes and look at myself in the full length mirror smirking at my lacy underwear set I grab my silk robe and head down to y/ns gaming room I open the door trying to hide the smirk on my face but bite my lip at the sight of her leaning back in her gaming chair with her sports bra and boxers on fuck she's a work of art the closer I get I bite my lip harder I can see the outline of her dick resting comfortably in her boxers I stride towards her and wrap my arms around her "hey baby" I whisper quietly I can hear her friends laughing and teasing her a little she moves one ear off and smiles kissing my arms "hey baby are you ok" I just nod and start to leave gentle kisses on her neck but she leans forward away from me "not now lizzie I'm about to start a game" she says all her attention on the screen as she fixed her headset I pout and stomp a little as she talks away to her friends completely forgetting I'm there an idea pops into my head as I untie my robe and pull another chair so it faces y/n I quickly remove my panties and sit on the chair spreading my legs resting them on the arm rests my eyes watching y/n I run my hand down my body not wasting anytime in giving my clit the attention it needs "mmmmh fuck" I moan quietly working my clit a little faster moans spilling from my lips I slide my fingers through my wet folds towards my soaking entrance "mmmh fuck y/n" her eyes snap in my direction looking at me with a look I know means I'm in trouble "lizzie what are you doing did I say you can touch yourself? Did I say you could touch what is mine" her tone sends chills down my body "fuck i dont care it feels so good" I smirk sinking my fingers deep inside my needy cunt thrusting as my eyes never leave hers.

Y/ns POV:

"Fuck feels so good" she whimpers out never breaking eye contact she's really pushing the limits being a brat today "hey guys I'm sorry I have to go ill get back on later I just have something I have to deal with at the moment" I say taking my headset off and placing that and the controller down "come here" I say as she slides her fingers out and jumps into my lap "hi baby" she says sweetly as if she's done nothing wrong I grab her hand and bring it up for both of us to see her fingers drenched in her own arousal "suck" i simply say moving her fingers to her mouth she sucks them with a moan and I can feel her grinding against my now hardened member I'm not gonna lie the way she's acting is turning me on I was planning on leaving her to suffer but all I want is to make her scream and cream over my cock "good girl" I whisper as I lean back watching her "bra take it off let me see those beautiful tits" I say with a smirk as she works on removing it freeing her perfect tits I moan at the sight of them bouncing free her nipples instantly harden I lean forward taking her nipple into my mouth sucking hard after a minute I bite gently letting it go "such a needy girl today is this what you want kitten do you want my attention?" She nods "words slut" she bites her lip pushing her cunt into my clothed cock "yes daddy I want your attention you've been gaming for way to long and I need you but you ignored me" I smirk at her little pouty face and voice "how about I bend you over this gaming desk and fuck your little cunt raw" she gulps and nods getting off me quickly I get up and push my boxers down my dick springing out to stand at attention her eyes glued to the sight of my dick I swear she has some drool leaking from the side of her mouth "be a good girl and bend over and spread those legs kitten let me get a nice view of my pussy" she does as I say a whimper leaving her lips at my words "my pussy is yours daddy" I smirk and moan at the sight of her dripping cunt when I say dripping I mean she's dripping wet I bite my lip to control my moans as I get behind her and slap her ass making her squeal in surprise followed by a moan I grab my dick and rub it through her dripping folds to lube me up I can't help but moan at the feeling, "so fucking wet kitten maybe I should stop giving you attention more often youre dripping" she grips the table and nods "thinking.. about you fucking me daddy yo...your dick stretching me out and filling me with your cum" I moan as I start to sink into her tight cunt her words turning me on like nothing else I feel like I've no control my only goal is to please her and fuck her cute little cunt she never let's me cum inside her I'm snapped out of my thoughts by her loud moans "fu..yes please fuck me daddy fill me with your seed" she screams as I grip her hips and slam the rest of my length deep inside her causing us both to moan I wait a second before I start to fuck her hard and fast my only goal is both of our orgasms the sounds her cunt makes with every thrust is enough to send me over the edge but I hold back pounding her faster I snake my hand around rub her clit as I relentlessly fuck my sweet girls cunt raw "gon...gone cum da...daddy" she whimpers barley audible I grip her hips tighter somehow thrusting harder and faster than before when liquid starts to shoot out of her cunt as she screams in pure pleasure I pull out and slam back inside her not giving her time to recover my thrusts never slowing she's a whimpering mess under me

"fuck fuck fuck kitten youre doing so well baby such a good girl fuck" I moan breathlessly sweat running down my body I can feel my orgasm approach rapidly as I lean my head forward on her back "gonna fill your needy little cunt kitten" I continue pounding as she cums again I let out aloud moan as I start to shoot my seed deep inside her cunt pressing our bodies together as we both pant my cum still shooting deep inside her we stay like till both our orgasms pass I slide out of her and turn lizzie to face me she has a content smile on her face as her eyes flutter I sit on my chair pulling her into my lap as she cuddles into me I play with her hair and look down at my precious girlfriend "I love you so much" I whisper kissing her head as she mumbles sleepy "I love you too my everything" I smile holding her close after a few mins I hear her soft snores and giggle to myself as gently lean forward grabbing my controller and headset "hey guys I'm back" I whisper not to be to loud I hear 3 of my friends laughing "what's so funny" I whisper confused "dude by the sounds of your little break youre gonna be a baby mama" they continue to laugh as it clicks my mic was still on "did you pervs listen to me and lizzie you guys are gross" I feel my face heat up "well make sure your mics off next time y/n" I roll my eyes "well still pervs all of you I'm gonna log off now I have a sleeping girlfriend cuddled into me and I'm gonna get her to bed so she can have a proper sleep" i turn off the console and hold lizzie bridal style as I walk to our bedroom fixing her in bed I quickly join her and she instantly wraps her body around mine as I smile down at her fuck she's my everything I quickly fall asleep happy and content with the love of my life in my arms.

AN: hope yall enjoy just a little update to keep the book updated in the next few days I'll use a day to focus on requests but they are still very much open anyway I hope yall have a great day/night ✌🏻 stay hydrated babes drink plenty of water! word count 1.6k

[buckgasms]

Pom, it has plagued my mind and now it must plague yours. Alpha!Winter Soldier using you as his own person cocksleeve...

Darling, this is such an old ask and I apologise for how long it has taken me, but I just wanted to do it right, so it took me somewhat longer that intended 😅. It has indeed plagued my mind! I hope I can make up for the wait with the very long filth that follows!

Because oh my god YES.

This will be dark with elements of dub-con & non-con so please proceed with caution or avoid if it's not your thing ❤️

Zayka means bunny in Russian because of course he has to have a pet name for us 😂

Imagine if during a mission he spots you? He's hiding somewhere looking for his target, and as he scopes out the area you walk into his line of sight?

And something primal lurches in the pit of his stomach that tells him, he has to have you, as soon as possible.

He points you out to his handler's and they make arrangements. They know sometimes the soldier needs release so they don't argue. As long as the job gets done right?

🌑

You awake in a room unfamiliar to you. Your head pounds as you try and remember what happened. You were just walking through the park when a shot rang out. Everyone fled in different directions and as you ran out of the park.... You were intercepted... Two men in black military gear were calmly walking towards you... Then a sharp pain... Then nothing...

You realise suddenly that your own clothes have been replaced with a hospital gown and nothing else. Your body starts shivering with adrenaline and cold wondering what the hell is going on.

As you try to move the door unlocks and swings open. A huge man with a silver arm and piercing blue eyes is standing there in front of you. He only has a pair of black trousers on but even as the door is being locked again he is stripping them off as you cower on the floor.

"Theres been a mistake" you croak. "I shouldn't be here, I'm not... Please, I don't understand."

He walks towards you and drops to a crouch, running a hand across your cheek and assessing you. "Yes. It's you. I wanted you..." He rises, offering a hand which you don't accept, trying to shuffle away from him as quickly as you can. He threads his flesh hand into your hair and pulls, not hard but enough to stop your movements.

"Be good, be good for me and I'll make sure they let you go. Be bad and I promise nothing. I need you.... It needs to be you."

He sounds almost desperate for you. Like his control is only surface deep. You look at him and see pain behind the strength he easily displays. You glance around. No one is coming to help. Maybe if you're good....?

"Ok..."

With that he lets go of your hair and scoops you up in his arms carrying you to the poor excuse for a bed and places you down with more gentleness than you were expecting. He immediately removes your gown and pushes your thighs upwards, giving him direct access to your heat.

"Perfect" he murmers before diving down and licking and sucking at your cunt. His tongue dips in and out of your heat, then he sucks at your clit before shaking his head and stimulating your whole pussy.

Despite your lack of willingness, it is extremely effective and before you can even catch up, he has you on the edge of orgasm in moments. But he's not giving you that yet.

He grips your ankles and spins you, so your head is now hanging off the bed, inches away from his crotch. "Take it out and suck it" he orders and when you don't move he lands two harsh swats to your thighs. As you cry out you are moved into action. His dick springs free and you grip it before guiding him into your mouth.

He groans and stutters a little before his metal fingers are probing into your folds. The cold, hard metal sends shocks through your body as he chokes you simultaneously. "Fuck, good girl." He growls as his hips slide steadily into your mouth. Drool and tears mix on your face as he fucks your cunt with his fingers. Your moans and wails are muffled but the sensation on his cock sends him feral.

"Knew it had to be you. Fuck, made for me zayka" he growls, his cock pressing further down your throat as he brings you to a earth shattering orgasm. He over stimulates you, until you are flailing your legs to escape his touch.

"Easy, easy now" he says, removing his fingers and pulling his cock from your mouth. You lay, twitching as your body recovers from your climax but he's nowhere near satisfied.

"Up zayka, hands and knees"

You shudder and move slowly into position but he isn't satisfied so moves you again, his little ragdoll to play with. He pushes and pulls you until you are laying on your back, watching as his cock taps on your folds.

"So wet for me hmm? Made for this aren't you?" He waits until you nod, then sinks in, hand around your throat as he sheathes himself all the way. You both emit a long moan at the feeling before he starts pumping his hips again, skin slapping against yours as he fills you up.

Your hands flail around, gripping his metal hand that's fixed around your throat, scraping at his chest. He swats it away. "Touch yourself little slut. Play with yourself or I'll bind your hands" He growls and you can only obey, tentatively rubbing circles with one hand while your other paws clumsily at your breasts.

"Good girl, my good girl"

His praises have such a confusing effect. As much as this is wrong, you want to please him. He's making you feel so good. It spurs you on, with the hope that it will keep you alive. You want it to end. But you never want it to end.

Your walls clench tightly around him and he groans, emptying himself into you as he keeps fucking you to your second, intense orgasm. When he pulls out he watches as his seed drips from you, mixed with your own release and he rubs it together, taking a taste and moaning.

Finally, you think it's done. You curl away and wait for him to leave, but instead strong hands turn you back over. "Not done" he states and drags you to lay on your front, not before you catch a glimpse of his already semi-hard cock.

"I can go for longer than most kayza" he explains as you feel his cock press against your sensitive folds, dragging up to your puckered hole. You whimper and he reaches around, squeezing your breasts and shushing you. "You're doing so well... Be good for me..."

You whine as he sinks back into your puffy folds and holds there. Relishing the feeling of your spasming walls. You barely notice as he spits on to your ass and rubs it around before sinking his finger in slowly.

"Have you been taken here?" He asks, and you nod slightly, "just once" you mutter and he tuts. "This belongs to me now. You and your pretty holes are mine." He lands a slap on your skin and you cry out as he slides out of your pussy and into your ass.

He dips in and out of both holes, using your wetness to ease his entrance into your tight hole. The pleasure mixed with the pain drives you senseless, bucking your hips as he sinks further and further in. Finally he is fully seated and both of you are panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering both of you.

You feel his hand sink into your hair and pull you upwards so your back is pressed to his chest. "Taking me so well... Knew you could..." He ruts upwards, fingers rubbing mercilessly at your clit as he fucks you. You are sure you black out at his fingers slip into your folds and curl towards your g-spot making your whole body tremble. He groans in your ear as you whine, desperate for release again. He sucks bruises into your neck and shoulders, occasionally sinking his teeth down to leave impressions in your skin, marking you as his.

"Please...please" you beg as you teeter closer to your limit of pleasure. "Come for me, come as much as you want... Going to fill up your holes kayza..."

His talented fingers and never ceasing cock drag you to another peak and he holds you tight in place as your jerk and squirm through it. He growls again as he comes in your ass, holding himself in place making sure you don't lose a drop.

You fall to the mattress again and can't help the exhaustion that takes over your body. He climbs over you and drags your body to his. "Sleep kayza, more later..."

🌑

You awake to the feeling of fingers in you, and find his cock being guided into your mouth. You squirm and cry but he shushes you and threatens a spank. "Suck and I'll make you feel good..."

You take his cock in your mouth and he wraps his thighs around your head, trapping you in place as his tongue and fingers delve into your pussy. The focus on breathing removes any other thought from your mind, focusing you onto one task and blocking out the fear that is now dissolving in your stomach. For his part he works your body like he's known it for years, kissing your folds, nibbling and biting your sensitive thighs and curling his finger gently inside you.

His cock tightens before he releases in your mouth, almost choking you in the process. It's clear he has no intention of releasing you until you are dragged to another climax, your walls now intensely sensitive as he curls his finger beyond what you can take, until finally he releases you from the headlock and your body falls backwards.

He hovers over you, hands pressed either side of your head. He presses sloppy kisses to your face, almost like he's forgotten how to. His lips drag over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He pulls back to look at you. "Open your mouth" he says and you comply. "You swallowed it?" He growls and you nod, feeling suddenly embarrassed even though you shouldn't.

"Next time hold it, I want to see it..."

Your cheeks redden and you shiver again. Next time? You felt sure it was almost over. But the look on his face suggests not. He follows up by spitting in your mouth and squeezes your cheeks, making it drop over your lips and chin.

"It's like you were made for me kayza... So perfect.... So soft and sweet..."

🌑

He let you sleep for a while, and during that time he was summoned. They spoke in Russian and he took on the role of submissive. He nodded and was led out of the room with heavily armed guards.

Maybe while he was gone they would set you loose? You didn't know anything, you were innocent.

But you waited hours. At some point a meal was shoved through a flap in the door. You waited for a moment but your hunger took over and you scrambled to the door and ate whatever mush was on the plate.

You wrapped a blanket around you and sat cold and silent. You didn't know which was worse. Waiting for him or being with him. You tried to understand how you let yourself surrender to him so easily. You felt like you did nothing to stop it, but what could you do? No one was here to help you and at least he seemed to care about you... In his own way.

🌑

You heard thundering footsteps heading down the corridor outside your door. With a short pause it was suddenly open and he was back in the room. You sat there staring at him as he stood staring at you.

He shrugged off his clothes and walked towards you. "Show it to me." He said, gesturing to your lower half but you couldn't move. "Kayza, be good or I can be bad..." You exhaled and dropped your thighs open and he hissed as your swollen pussy leaked out his release. He dipped his hand down and rubbed making you whimper at the touch.

Once he was naked he laid back on the bed next to you. His hands drifted over your body where you sat until he was pulling you into place, sitting on his body. "I can't, it's too sensitive..." You pant as he lifts you up by the thighs and guides you to sit on his fat cock.

"No, no, you take it, you can..." You can't escape his grip as he drags you down with one hand and guides his cock into your heat. Your hands grip at his chest and you cry out as he stretches you. You gasp for air and he just holds you still, shushing you as you are overwhelmed.

"You're made for this. Look at you... Still taking me all the way..." He lets his soft hand drag over your body, squeezing here and there, pinching your nipples until they are swollen and sore from his actions. He rolls his hips experimentally and even he can't cope with the way your walls clamp down on him. "Fuck, that's right... It's just want you like huh?"

He stops again, letting you calm down before rolling again. He keeps this torturous pace, stopping and starting until tears track down your face and the only thing keeping you up is his hands around your throat.

"Did they touch you while I was gone zayka?" He whispers, hands squeezing slightly tighter, hips thrusting slow but deep. "N...no...no." He growls again as your eyes roll in your head. "Tell me why... Why did they leave you alone?"

"Because....ah..b...because I belong....to you."

He drags you forward and crashes his lips to yours in a primal kiss, you return it clumsily, moaning in his mouth. His hand reaches round and presses into your ass as he ruts. "That's right.....mine."

🌑

Time passes, probably days but they are a blur to you. He leaves and returns once more, the rest of the time he uses you, holds you and occasionally you sleep.

Until one day he goes, and he's gone for a long time. Your only sign of life is the weird meals that pass through the door every several hours.

Eventually someone opens the door. Not the soldier. A guard of some type. He throws a gown at you and leads you to a quiet room with a scary looking chair. Are they going to kill you now.

Despite the horror of the situation, you find yourself wishing for him. At least he was gentle, these guards did not look gentle.

Suddenly he is marched into the room and thrown into the chair. You watch horrified as he is strapped down, a glassy look in his eye. He looks at you briefly, a flare of possession and recognition shot towards you.

"We are going to wipe his memory, but we can't deny the effect you've had on him. Kept him much calmer than the others before you." A guard explains as doctors whizz around the room, pressing various buttons.

"If he remembers you, little kayza," he mocks, "then you can live. If not..." He cocks his gun near you and you shiver. An impossible fate lies ahead of you. Death or life, but what kind of life would it be?

You are forced to watch on as he screams during the process. Tears track down your face in fear, for both of you. Clearly he is as much a prisoner as you.

Finally the ordeal ends. They speak to him in hushed tones as various plates of metal are removed from his body. You are pushed forward into his eyeline.

Your heart is in your throat as he stares at you. Will he remember?

[anawrites3]

*Dick training with knifes and katanas*

Slade: I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

It did, now the poor man have a knife kink 😔

This is so good lmao it actually made me laugh 😂💕 Thank you for sharing with me!

There was just something so different, about Dick training with actual knives. His little bird always was dangerous, even with just bare fists and no gadgets, but the cold steel in those hands made Dick look... lethal. Deadly, especially with that focused expression on his face, determined and dangerous.

And absolutely gorgeous. Slade quickly learned that he couldn't tear his eye away, no matter how hard he tried.

"Let's spar." He found himself saying one day, when just watching wasn't enough anymore.

Dick looked up at him with a raised brow that quickly turned into a smile. He beamed, as if he didn't just cut off the training dummy's arm and something warm pooled in Slade's stomach at how fast Dick could turn from a murderous weapon into the ray of sunshine.

"Sure! I'll kick your ass." Dick laughed, rolling the katana in his hand a few times, the same way he always did with his escrimas. "Let me just put this back-"

"No."

Dick, already on his way to the weapon rack, paused mid-step and glanced at Slade over his shoulder. "I'm not going to fight you with blades, Slade." He frowned. "You know I'm still getting used to the feeling of it. You're going to win way too easily and I'll be very pissed because you cut me so much-"

"I won't be using one." Slade interrupted him again, as if it was something obvious. Dick's frown deepened but he didn't say no yet so Slade continued, stepping closer. "You know training against a real opponent is way better than just smacking around some dummies, kid. I want to see how you're doing and even if you manage to nick me I'll heal up in no time."

"Nick you-" Dick repeated, indignant, but the grin on his lips betrayed him. "Oh, you're so on, old man."

Not able to stop himself anymore, Slade cupped Dick's jaw and leaned down to press their lips together. A small surprised gasp left Dick but he didn't try to move away, no, he kissed back with mirroring passion, burying his fingers into Slade's hair.

Slade hummed his approval. Dick still tasted like the curry they had for dinner and Slade licked into his mouth, chasing the taste of the spices.

"Try to win, little bird." He rumbled when they pulled away from each other. Dick's lips were slightly wet from their spit and he stroked his thumb over the lower one to wipe it off. "For every time you manage to cut me, you get a point."

"And how many points do I need to win?" Dick purred out, smiling.

Slade grinned in answer, "Try to get at least one, kid. Then we'll talk."

Time to test out a theory. There's to hope that it won't make Slade's slight obsession with Dick using knives even worse.

"Bring it on, old man." The curl of Dick's lips turned more sharp, more dangerous, as he pointed the blade at Slade's neck.

Yeah, he was fucked.

[lovincherries]

Night Out

A/N: i haven’t written anything in probably 3 years, am I coming back just because I watched the new Top Gun? Absolutely. This is so rusty, but I tried. I need a creative outlet 😂😂 also, this is not proof read at all so if it doesn’t make sense that’s why

Summary: you meet Rooster and there’s an immediate connection.

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, and somewhat of a breeding kink.

Your day at work was long, filled with unkind, impatient, and just terrible people. You would’ve cried and gone home if it weren’t for the fact it was a Friday night and you had already agreed to go out with your best friend. Something about putting on makeup and going to a bar after a bad day wasn’t necessarily a joyous process, but you were a people pleaser through and through.

“C’mon Y/N, you look hot. You already know the bar will be filled with all those hot, navy men after work. Time to get some military dick. There’s practically cobwebs in between your legs,” your best friend laughed. She knew you had a thing for a man in a uniform and it had been a long time since you had gotten any.

“I know, I know. I’m coming,” you groaned out. All you wanted to do was lay down in your bed and close your eyes, but that was not happening tonight.

Before you knew it, you were sitting alone at the bar while she was off with some man that she had just met. She had a way of doing that, just finding someone instantly without any trouble. You, on the other hand, sat at the bar, praying you looked mysterious and not like a total loser. You kept ordering drinks, hoping to distract yourself from the growing embarrassment in your stomach. One drink turned to two, two turned to three, and then four turned to six. Now you felt good, a little past tipsy, but not quite drunk. It was then that the alcohol hit your bladder.

It was on the way to the bathroom that you bumped into a very hot, very built man. His drink was thrown back onto his white tank top “I’m so sorry, these dang heels cause me to lose my balance. Or maybe that’s just me, I don’t know. I’m just so sorry, I’ve made you spill your drink. Now I’m rambling, i just need to shut up,” your words spilled out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You finally looked up at his face and it was a wonder your jaw didn’t hit the floor. He was smiling like it was no problem, while you were trying to clean his shirt with a nearby napkin.

“It’s okay darling, accidents happen,” he said with ease, his smirk obvious. He could see it in your eyes that you thought he was the hottest thing on Earth. “What’s your name? Are you here all by yourself?” He asked, praying that the answer would be yes and you didn’t have a boyfriend lingering around the corner.

“Y/N, my names Y/N. Yeah, well no and yes. My friend was here but now I can’t find her, so basically yes,” you rushed out, he was very attractive and you talked a lot when you got nervous. “What about you? What’s your name?” You answered. you wished that you could’ve said something more like ‘take me home and do whatever you want to me’ but you weren’t bold like that.

“My name’s Bradley, but all my friends call me Rooster,” he answered. You knew what that meant, he was a military man. You should’ve seen it coming, the muscles, the confidence, the mustache.

“Nice to meet you Rooster. sorry for spilling that on your shirt, but I’m about to pee myself,” you felt the liquor now, you giggled out your words and he moved over so he was no longer blocking the bathroom door. You relieved yourself and came back out where he was still waiting on you.

“What are you doing tonight Mrs. Y/N?” He asked while sipping the beer he had gotten while you were using the restroom.

“Hmmm, probably about to head home,” you answered, you needed to go home before you got too bad and you couldn’t walk, which you had to do since your friend abandoned you.

“Would you like me to give you a ride?” He asked. Your answer should be no, without a doubt. It was dangerous, he could be some like murderer who was going to chop you up in little pieces.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked, with all seriousness. This man was too good to be true, of course his fatal flaw would be something like murder.

“No, no I’m not,” he laughed out, he knew if he didn’t get you home someone else would. Someone else who might want to hurt you.

So, with his answer, you stupidly accepted. Off into his car you went, you gave him your address and then you were on the way. You closed your eyes and before you knew it, you were home.

“Wake up Miss Y/N, we’re here” he lightly shook you awake. As much as he felt guilty about eyeing up a drunk woman, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to your chest that was practically popping out of your dress. You were too tired to notice.

“Thank you Mr. Rooster,” you yawned out, reaching for the door handle to get into your house.

“Before you go, put your number in my phone. I would like to see you sober next time, preferably,” he didn’t ask, he told you to put his number in your phone. And you did just that, you would love to see this man again.

Before you knew it, you were going out on a date with Rooster. Then, you were hanging out with each other for a month. You had gotten to know a lot about each other, but he had yet to make a move on you. He told you about his parents, and how much he had struggled as a child. You told him of your past and how you had ended up on the island.

You were beginning to grow worried that he didn’t find you attractive. It wasn’t until one night that you guys had gotten wine drunk after cooking at your apartment that you knew he did.

“You know, you’re very gorgeous Y/N,” Rooster slurred while resting his head on your shoulder. He picked up his head to look you in your eyes.

“You know, you’re very hot Rooster,” you dragged out your words back. His face slowly getting closer to yours, his gaze going back and forth between your lips and eyes.

“I want to kiss you,” he stated with finality.

“Then kiss me,” you retorted. And kiss you he did. His lips felt like a relief to you. They were soft, but his kiss was hard and intense. It was as if his lips were made for yours, like everything in your life hasn’t made sense till this very moment. The kiss became more intense as the seconds went on. One of his large and rough hands went to your face, while the other went to your waist. He seemed unsure of the boundaries, but you wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel his hands all over you, you didnt want to know where he began and where you ended.

His lips left yours and he started kissing down you neck till he reached the neckline of your shirt, his eyes looked up to you as if he was asking for approval. You nodded your head, knowing what he wanted. What you wanted as well. He lifted your shirt over your head, revealing your chest. His eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas. You had been preparing for this moment, you purposefully put on a black bra just in case this would happen. He was admiring your chest and you just wanted him to touch you.

“Come here, please,” your voice came out as a breath, a needy whine. This set a fire in him now, he knew you wanted him. Truly, wanted him. He pulled you back on to the couch, so now he was laying on top of you. This kiss was even more intense, he was now biting your lips and not just holding, but squeezing your boobs. It was all too much, too good, too real. He took a breath and lent down into your ear, “let me see all of you, Y/N. I need to see all of you,” he groaned as his hips pushed into yours. His bulge hitting your sweet spot.

“M’kay,” that was all you had to say as you were taking your bra off. He didn’t even give you a seconds notice before he was taking a nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue. “Ahh,” the sensation went straight in between your legs and he knew it. You could feel the smile on his face as he continued. He sucked on your nipple for about a minute as you were writhing under him, the wetness in your underwear increasing by the second. It was too much, he had to stop. 

“Stop,” you breathed out and he did. “Why? Is something wrong? If you don’t want do this anymore it’s okay,” he rushed out. That’s not what you wanted at all. You crashed your lips into his mid sentence, stopping him from rambling on as you once had. In the middle of the kiss you flipped him around so now you were straddling his lap.

Now, you had him right where you wanted him. Kissing down his neck, you slowly got off the couch and onto your knees. You pulled away, looking at him expectantly. He knew what was to come. He tore his shirt off faster than you had ever seen anyone do before. Your hands reached out for his belt, taking it off with nervous fingers. What if you weren’t good at this anymore? What if he didn’t like what you had to offer? That didn’t matter, it couldn’t matter. You were going to do this.

You slowly pulled his pants down, revealing just how large his bulge was in his underwear. All you could manage was “oh my god,” under your breath. This man was already cocky enough, but by god that just amplified it by ten.

“C’mon baby, i know you can take it. Such pretty lips, it would be a shame for them to go to waste,” he said with such arrogance. You were all too distracted to really process what he was saying, too distracted to even feel the floor killing your knees. You were too focused on what was to come. It wasn’t till his hand came to your neck, guiding you down that you realized how transfixed you had been.

“Be a good girl, take it,” he whispered. That right there went straight to the spot between your legs. It caused you to take action. Your hands pulled his boxers down, revealing him in all his glory. And by god was it glorious, no wonder they called him Rooster. He had the cock to match. You kissed the tip, licking on it, sucking it. Taking your time before working your way down, you wanted to watch him squirm, watch him anticipate it.

His hands guided your head down more, pushing his cock all the way to the base of your throat. It stung, but you didn’t mind. It was all for him. “Oh, such a good girl for daddy,” he moaned out. You had no choice, you needed to be his good girl. You started to work for him now, bringing your hands into it. Sucking, licking, jerking him off. You wanted to be the best he ever had.

“Ohhh, so good,” he groaned. His hands pushing your head down even farther on his dick, now you began to choke on it. This caused him to push your head down even farther. you quickened your pace, trying to get him off even faster.

“S-stop,” was all he managed to mutter out, but you couldn’t stop now. You liked seeing him like this, so helpless. This caused you to go even faster. “Stop!” He said with more of a firmness now, “if you want me to fuck you, stop.”

You listened then, retracting your mouth from his dick. You looked him in the eyes as you did so, watching them drift off in the back of his head.

“Did I do a good job daddy?” You asked, with a sweetness that you knew would just get to him.

“The best, but now it’s time for me to put in the work sweet girl,” he responded. This caused you to get even more excited now. He picked you up onto his lap, “but if that’s gonna happen, I think it’s time for your sexy little shorts to go.”

He pulled them off without hesitation, without even asking you. You loved that, you had never ever seen him so demanding before. He reached to feel you through your underwear, “already so soaked and I haven’t even done anything,” he said with a cocky tone.

“You don’t have to, I just want you to fuck me,” you whispered in his ear, “just fuck me lieutenant Bradshaw.” you played on his obsession with power, knowing that would drive him crazy. He picked you up know, walking to your bedroom, throwing you down on your bed. He watched you from the edge of the bed, standing there, staring at your body. He dick was so hard, it looked painful.

“Who knew you would be so naughty, Y/N?” He teased. His hand went to his cock, rubbing it, jerking himself as you laid there helpless.

“Please,” you begged.

“Please? Please what?” He teased once again, still playing with himself. You gave up on him, getting up from your bed and kissing him hard. You pulled him onto the bed too, so now he was laying on top of you.

“Fuck me,” you said sternly, “or I will find someone else who will.”

“No,” was all he said as he took your panties off. He guided the tip of his cock up and down your folds, “you really think I would let someone else fuck you? No, not now. You’re mine Y/N, completely mine.” His tip grazed your hole as he was guiding his cock.

“C-condom?” Was all you could manage.

“No,” he stated, “you’ll have my babies if I want you to. No one will ever fuck you again, you’re mine.” It was as he said this, he found your hole and pushed in. His tip was sucked in by your walls.

“O-oh, fuck. Rooster,” you moaned out. He pushed himself in more, “too much, can’t take it. It’s too big,” you whined out.

“You’ll take it if I want you to take it,” that was his answer and it was final. He lifted you up and his hands guided your face to make you watch him invading you, slowly but surely you did. Although he talked a big game, he was not going to move till you indicated he could. He was so big and it was such a stretch.

“You took me so well, Y/N. Look, it fits perfectly. Feels so good, mmm” he praised you. You slowly squeezed on him, almost to get him moving but he wouldn’t budge until you gave him the go ahead. You slowly started moving your hips, but you were doing all the work while he stayed still. His head in-between your head and shoulder. He was planting kisses.

“Fuck me like you said you would,” you demanded.

“Okay, you’ll get what you want,” he said cockily, “you’re gonna take daddy’s dick so well, huh?” He said while slamming into you. It hurt as much as it felt good, “ohh,” you moaned out. It felt too good, you slowly started to crawl away. Trying to get away from the pleasure and pain.

“No,” he said as he dragged you back, “you wanted it and now you’re gonna take it. Gonna take my cock and cum, gonna fill you up so good,” he said as he pounded into you, it was too much. You couldn’t breathe it felt so good. All you could let out was stuttered breaths as he was pounding into you.

“Brad-Bradley,” you squeaked out.

“Not my name,” was all he said as his hand went to your throat, pulling your face to make eye contact with him. “Say it right, or don’t say it at all.”

“Daddy,” you moaned out. His dick was hitting all the right spots and one hand was circling your clit. You were on the brink of ecstasy as he was pounding into you, you began squeezing the life out of him. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up. I want everyone to know who I belong to,” you whispered in his ear.

He flipped you over. now your face was pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and his dick was so, so deep. Before you didn’t think he could go any further in you, but now it felt as if he were in your stomach.

You were letting out endless moans as he pounded into you, smacking your ass as he did. You could feel the sweat dripping off his face and landing on your back.

“Love seeing you like this darling, so full of me. Never seen somebody move like this before, never seen anything like you.” He praised you, getting you off even more. “You really want this dick, huh? Ass in the air just ready for it.”

“Mhmmm, only ready for you,” you groaned out, not even entirely sure he heard you. His hands left behind prints on your ass, as his mouth left behind marks on your neck.

“I can’t take much more daddy, I’m gonna explode,” you couldn’t even find the right words to describe it. It was so painful, but so good at the same time.

“Will you fill me up? Huh? Make me yours?” You questioned, teased him trying to make him finish faster.

“Yes baby, all mine,” he grunted. He wasn’t listening to you anymore, his eyes were focused on the way your ass jiggled as he pounded into you. You couldn’t even keep yourself up anymore, his hands were holding your hips as your whole body went limp.

It was too good, everything was too good to be true. “I-I’m done, i can’t,” you shouted as you came. You saw stars as he continued to relentlessly thrust into you. something about it was so primal, so real.

As you recovered from your high, he was still going. It was silent, no words. All you could hear was his grunts and your moans, plus the sounds of your bodies colliding. Your body couldn’t take much more and you wanted him to get off before you tapped out. Your body couldn’t do it twice, you would pass out if it did.

“Make yourself a daddy,” was all you had to say before he came in you. And cum in you he did, he released what felt like gallons into you. As he came, he continued to thrust into you, making sure his cum reached the deepest part it could. Even after he finished he stayed inside of you, making sure nothing would go to waste. He flipped you over to where you were laying on his chest and he was below you, still seated inside of you.

His breaths coming out shallow and quick, you felt as though you couldn’t speak after that. After ten minutes of silence and him playing with your hair, all you said was “this is gonna hurt tomorrow.”

“Oh, we’re not done sweetheart. That was just the beginning,” he responded kissing your head. You felt some excitement, but also some fear for your poor vagina tomorrow.

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The Story of Minglan

Moving on to episode 25 and hoping to soon be done with these ridiculous people 🙄

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Eh. This deal is too good for them.

They are literally buying him off. So what was even the point of that deed from the brothel? I thought they would use it to blackmail him or something, but no, it is still the Sheng family raining money on these lowlifes to buy Shulan's freedom.

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Oh, OK, so blackmail in addition to bribery.

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Smh.

They should have listened to Pinlan and just had him beaten up somewhere.

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LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO 🤣🤣🤣🤣

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? LOOK IN THE MIRROR, YOU FUCKING WORM!! EVEN A PROSTITUTE IS TOO GOOD FOR YOU!

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Just thank your lucky stars he was infertile too!

Imagine bearing children for this man. I feel like I would spontaneously crawl out of my skin and die.

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Yet another lesson from Granny for Minglan to not be a doormat.

Nobody will thank you, they will just keep taking more and more until not even bones remain of you. Where is that post I reblogged just a while ago?

This is the absolute truth. You must have a backbone. If you don't have one, you must grow one.

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Also, I am here for Granny's anti-Qi Heng agenda 😂

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LOL, Granny is really pushing He Hongwen here 😂

Personally, He Hongwen makes all my alarm bells go off. He is too soft, too nice. He feels like one of those fake feminist guys who say all the right things but are actually horrible people overall and if it was up to me, I wouldn't trust him one bit.

However, Granny Sheng thinks highly of him and she has better judgement than me, so I'm taking her word for it.

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What did they have to kill Granny the Second for? 😢

And she died cursing her husband with her last words. These poor women, each one of them suffered. I think all the "tradwives" who romanticize total submission to men and having no social power of their own need to watch this and be reminded that most men are worthless and will prioritise their dicks and egos over the very lives of their wives and children every chance they get.