#and then he proceeded to faint from too much embarrassment

[kykyonthemoon]

Distraction

When you need to study for the upcoming Hunter competency assessment, yet his presence becomes your ultimate distraction.

── .✦ Character x Female Reader|MC

Included parts in order: Caleb - Xavier - Rafayel - Zayne - Sylus

Ky Ky's note: I chose this particular order for the LIs based on the time of day that you would meet him:

Caleb - early morning

Xavier - around midday

Rafayel: late afternoon

Zayne: evening

Sylus: night

── .✦ Tags: R16, MDNI, suggestive themes, biting, teasing, pinning, soft fluff, established relationship, study/work date, pet names (pip-squeak, kitten), no y/n - as always.

── .✦ Word count: 5k6

── .✦ Requested by Yue AuV

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Caleb

You awoke when the sun was still sleeping. Even on break, you had to carry a stack of books home to Grandma to prepare for the critical Hunter competency assessment the following week. The combat skills test was no issue for you. You were apprehensive about the theoretical test. That was the reason you had borrowed more materials from headquarters to study during these spare days.

As you proceeded down the stairs, you noticed heavy breathing in the living room. You were on high alert, clutching the book hard in your palm. With its thickness, a single throw may cause someone to faint on the spot. You walked gently down the final steps and entered the living room.

It was not quite as bright, but you could see everything in the room. On the floor, a person was facing the ground and doing push-ups. His unclothed back, soaked in perspiration, was displayed. You blinked for a second and recognized who it was.

"Caleb?"

He placed one hand on the floor and the other wrapped behind his back. He stopped performing push-ups and returned his attention to you.

"You woke up so early, pip-squeak?"

"When did you get back? I feared the house was being robbed!"

You sighed with relief, walked up to the sofa, and sat down. Caleb continued doing push-ups, saying:

“The train was delayed so I came home late. When I arrived home, you were already asleep, pipsqueak. So I missed the chance to say hi."

“I see. And why are you doing push-ups here?”

Caleb shifted his other hand to the floor. He replied:

“This is my morning practice routine at the Academy. But pip-squeak, you don't know this, right? Because you always sleep until past noon.”

Caleb chuckled, while you aggressively grabbed a nearby pillow and flung it at his back. "You are pestering me again! Every time you return home, it's simply to tease me, right?"

He rose up and turned towards you. His bare chest was exposed to you. When you realized you were staring at it for too long to the point it was not appropriate, you glanced away. 

"What about you?" Caleb asked. “Why are you up so early on a day off?”

You were going to respond but lost what to say as Caleb suddenly leaned in close to you. With one hand, he lifted your book to read the title, while the other moved behind you; his intention left unknown. 

Warmth radiated from Caleb, so much that the air in the room became stifling. Drops of sweat rolled down his face, his neck, his chest, and the muscles in his abdomen. He was right in front of you, only a touch away. His breath caressed your hair and cheeks. Burning.

"Review questions for Hunters?" Caleb commented after rapidly reading the book cover. He gazed at you, who appeared rigid and petrified in place. "Pip-squeak?"

You cleared your throat and coughed. Then pulled the book from his grasp. You explained:

“Well… I have to take the Hunter competency assessment exam next week…”

You hastily covered your face with the book, scared Caleb would see your scarlet cheeks. You also had to rely on the fragrance of papers to help you forget the scent of Caleb's body, which was both familiar and emphasized his masculinity more than ever at the time.

You simply hope the sofa would swallow you up so you would not feel embarrassed anymore. You were used to Caleb, including the fact that he trained his muscles in every possible place in the house. But it did not imply you felt fully at ease when you looked at him in this way. Even after you had confessed your feelings for each other.

Caleb knew what was going on in your mind. Why not, given how it was written on your face? He grinned and patted your head. The hand behind you abruptly took out a towel. He stated: 

"You're leaning back against my towel."

He stood up and backed away with the towel. It turned out that was what he needed, not you. You inhaled heavily. 

"Then let me get another one for you…" 

You murmured. But Caleb brought the cloth to his nose. After closing his eyes, he said:

“Mmh. No need. This towel smells like you.”

Your cheeks burned like fire. You turned fast away.

“Y-You should get back to your push-ups!”

After speaking, you quickly opened the book and pretended to read more. You could hear Caleb laughing in the living room. He said:

“Pip-squeak, you can read books upside down? That is very great of you!"

That's when you realized how ridiculous you were. You swiftly adjusted the book in the correct direction and said nothing else. Caleb returned to his morning workout. Your mind could no longer concentrate. Your gaze was attracted to Caleb's strong physique. He looked to be much more purposeful about exercising in front of you. You exhaled. 

"Caleb, can't you bring your push-ups to the garden?"

"Nope." Caleb reacted quickly, as if he had previously planned his response in case you wanted him out. “I was here first. You came here after me. If someone must go, it should be you."

You did not like to give in, but maybe you needed some cool, fresh air to recharge. You stood up. "Alright. I'll go out. Happy now?"

But as soon as you approached the main door, you felt heat emanating from behind. Caleb approached behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder. He whispered, somewhat petulantly:

“We haven't seen each other for a month. Are you just going to ignore me like that?”

You did not dare turn around, instead said gently: "I can't ignore you even if I wanted to..."

Caleb put one hand on the door, the other hand turned you around so he could look directly into your eyes. The book you clutched in your palm felt increasingly tight as he got closer. Your bare arm brushed against Caleb's toned abdomen. You held your breath while staring at him. 

“So, pip-squeak, how should you welcome me home?”

Caleb gently stroked your chin with his hand. You blushed. The feet automatically tiptoed. You gave Caleb a kiss on the cheek. But it appeared that this gift had left him disappointed.

“Is that all? Do I need to go on duty for another month so you will miss me even more?”

You knew Caleb was teasing you, yet you did miss him a lot. It was just that you were still not really used to intimate contact with him. You looked up at Caleb, his eyes still fixed on you, waiting. Having failed to disappoint him, you stepped on tiptoe again, this time with your lips on his.

Caleb grinned softly. He placed his arms around you and pulled you up against his damp body.

"This is... how a welcome home should be like..." Caleb whispered to you between lengthy kisses.

Xavier

“Have you seen my book anywhere? I think I dropped it.”

Xavier's words echoed out over the coffee table. You looked up from the stack of books and stated:

“Why don't you check on the floor?”

The two of you were not on the sofa, instead, the floor. Xavier leaned down and discovered the half-read book lying under the table. "Here it is!"

You sighed. “Did you fall asleep again?”

"What?" Xavier's perplexed expression resurfaced in your vision. He massaged his eyes. “I didn't sleep… I just closed my eyes to rest a bit and tried to remember the information I just read.”

“Hmm.” You glanced at him. Obviously, you caught him falling asleep when he pledged to study with you.

Long story short, all Hunters must go through a competence assessment. The test included both combat skills and a theoretical test. Hence you had invited Xavier to your flat for a study date. Even a top Hunter like him would have to take the assessment exam.

After barely five minutes of sitting, Xavier asked you: "Is it time to break yet?", and then he felt frustrated when he received a shake of the head from you. 

After that, Xavier was continuously distracted by many things around him, like the sound of a kettle boiling in the kitchen, birds chirping outside the open window, and even neighbors arguing down the street. You had to close the windows so you could concentrate on your studies. Xavier gave you one of his headphones and the review session proceeded well for the next half hour. Then he fell asleep and dropped the book on the floor again.

"Xavier, you're cheating!" You spoke as one hand reached out to pinch his face.

"It hurts."

Xavier spoke with a puppy expression. Even if he were like that, you would continue to review. You cleared your throat and coughed.

"Let us proceed. We have to complete the evaluation tomorrow."

Xavier put up his reading glasses and nodded. You heard him mumble a few questions from the book, followed by a long pause. You glanced up to him.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" You asked. 

You placed the book you were reading on the table. You simply could not focus anymore. Your mind was racing, words from the document leaping all over the place. Your body screamed for rest.

You crawled to Xavier's side and rested your head on him. He was silent about everything, but softly rested his chin on your hair. The two of you stayed there for a long time, enjoying the tranquility of the lovely morning. Unfortunately, the test prevented you from going out with Xavier. A walk then would be great. You were ready to invite Xavier for a stroll later, but before you could say anything, you noticed his faint, regular snoring next to you.

"Eh, Xavier?" You were astonished. "Are you sleeping now, really?"

The bit of his head lying on you grew heavy. Even when you sat up straight and grasped his head in both hands, Xavier did not bother to wake up. You thought it both amusing and miserable. You allowed him to recline against the sofa. With a very gentle gesture, you helped him take off his reading glasses and put them away. You set one arm on the sofa, laying your head on it while watching him sleep. How beautiful Xavier was; like a prince, a knight who was always there to protect you. And in times when he was being vulnerable like this, you would defend him.  

You could not resist but reach out and poke his cheek. Xavier did not immediately wake up, although he moved slightly. You tried to suppress your laughter. Your hand found a pen from the floor nearby and began a grand scheme.

You got up very carefully and climbed onto Xavier's lap. With the pen in hand, you sketched him a fantastic mustache. The tickling of the pen tip caused his face to quiver slightly, but he remained asleep. You gleefully painted the tip of his nose and slid a few strokes across both cheeks. After that, you removed your bunny ear accessories and placed them on Xavier's hair.

You reflected on your work once it was completed. He looked like a giant rabbit that had just grown a mustache. You giggled, planning to flee and get your phone to photograph the situation. But Xavier instantly held you back.

"Ouch!" 

The power from him drew your wrist back, forcing you to collapse into his arms. Your rabbit awoke and appeared to comprehend what you had just done. Xavier looked down at your little body lying in his arms and said sleepily:

“What did you just draw on my face?”

“Eh… I didn't do anything…” You chose to deny the crime. You immediately flung the pen away, but Xavier caught you in the act.

Xavier adjusted his posture to sit up straighter, gently pulling you closer to his body. You were hugged tightly from behind by Xavier. His hand caressed your neck, causing you to tilt your head back and stare at him. 

And you could not help but laugh at his funny face right there. Xavier grimaced, obviously dissatisfied.

"A Hunter sneak-attacked another Hunter. You understand that's against the rules, right?"

"Yeah…" Still, you thought it amusing. "You won't go gossiping about this to our supervisors, will you?"

Xavier said, "If you want me not to report back, you have to compensate me."

"How do you want me to compensate?"

Xavier's eyes were keen, unlike his drowsy demeanor only a few seconds before. He smiled gently at you, but why did you sense danger as if you had stumbled into a trap?

"You will know very soon."

Xavier's fingers began to move across your face. He drew an invisible mustache for you, followed by a nose and a bunny's whiskers. You felt ticklish and twitched in his arms, but Xavier gripped you even tighter. A while later, you thought he had finished drawing then realized, he was only getting started

“It would be so easy to let you go like that.” Xavier muttered into your ear before softly biting it, sending a powerful electric shock through your entire body, and a reminder to never tease him while he was sleeping again.

It was too late to backtrack; you clenched your teeth. Xavier's warm breath invaded from the nape of your neck to your ear. The kisses he placed on your hair, ear, and neck made you feel heated. Xavier chewed the shoulder of your shirt and removed it, showing your slightly shaking bare shoulder. He softly bit it, followed by a deep kiss. You inhaled extensively, turning around to feel his lips.

Your intention to go for a walk after the study session that day might need to be postponed.

Rafayel

You were seated across from Rafayel in his sunlit studio. Rafayel was painting and singing gently as you buried your head in the book, clutching a highlighter pen and marking practically every word on the page.

"So loud, Rafayel. You are too loud." You spoke with some irritation. Of course, you did not mean it, but the competency evaluation for all Hunters would be held in a few days. To proceed to higher ranking, you must score well in all tests, including the theoretical test.

"And you're so ferocious, Miss Bodyguard. You scared away my inspiration!"

You rose up and moved around the desk full of books and papers to stand next to Rafayel, gazing at the landscape that he was painting. An afternoon at sea that looked just like the sight outside the studio at the time, but in Rafayel's hands, it felt like an enchanting tale.

“It looks like you're still doing well even though your inspiration ran away.” You replied, folding arms across your chest. “As for me... If only I could pass the test as easily and gracefully as you when you paint.”

Rafayel did not glance at you; his brush was still moving across the canvas. He said, "Painting for me is not as easy as you think. It requires all of my attention, passion, and devotion. You, too, will perform well on the test. You've been getting ready for it over the past few weeks."

"But I still feel worried."

Rafayel stopped painting. He turned and looked at you. "Then it's great if you rest and relax a little. When your mind is at peace, everything you do will be more productive."

You groaned as you looked at the mound of books on your desk. You said:

“Let me find something to do then.”

You turned around, and by some force, your hand accidentally brushed his shoulder. In his artwork, an undesired stripe of color appeared.

“Oops! I'm sorry!" You responded instantly. Rafayel gazed up at you with a sulky expression.

“That's it. I'll have to tell Thomas that you've just chased away my inspiration and you're spraying colors all over my painting."

“I didn't mean to ruin it.” You explained. Rafayel said again:

“It's not really ruined. I can still fix it. But, why should I do that? You're the one causing trouble here. So you have to compensate me.”

"Huh?" Your eyes were wide and innocent as you gazed at Rafayel. He took your palm and placed his paintbrush inside.

“Come on, Miss Bodyguard, how should I fix this painting?”

You were not an artist. When you were a kid, you used crayons to draw on papers, but this was Rafayel's creation. Your fingers shook as you gazed at him. He gave you the palette while tilting his head towards the easel. 

“Just consider this a way for you to relax for the time being.”

Hearing him say that made you even more stressed. You scowled and stared at him. That irritating smile of triumph made you resentful. Obviously, he was able to fix the painting himself, but he continued placing you in a difficult situation.

"So? If you can't fix it, you must give me a hundred compliments this week."

You frowned. His pompous demeanor was too much to tolerate. You grabbed the brush and began working. But instead of painting on the canvas, you traced a blue line over Rafayel's face.

"HUH?!" Rafayel stared at you, puzzled, and you chuckled. You lifted your hand to paint another line on the opposite side of his face, but he seized your wrist. "What are you doing?"

"Relaxing." You responded with a mysterious smile. "You just suggested that I should relax after studying hard, didn't you?"

"I told you to paint on the canvas, not to paint on me!"

Rafayel pouted, encouraging you to torture him even more. You quickly replied: "For me, Rafayel is the most wonderful work of art."

Hearing that, his eyes brightened up and he gazed at you with adoration. However, you must use the opportunity to swipe the brush over his other cheek while he let his guard down. You laughed loudly, and Rafayel became so irritated that you began to picture a fish with smoke coming out of his ears.

Your victory did not last very long. You felt something chilly on your face, and it smelled like paint. Rafayel lifted his index finger, which was coated in pink and purple. He was chuckling:

“You are also a work of art that I want to paint.”

Following that, the war between you and Rafayel began. You even let go of the brush and used five fingers to wipe as much paint as possible across his body. Rafayel applied additional paint from the tubes in the corner. Both his hands were stained. Seeing this, you attempted to flee, but Rafayel immediately grabbed your waist. He seized you from behind, and his pink, purple, and crimson handprints were all over your garments, covering your chest and neck. You resisted until turning the tables and snatching Rafayel's arm, holding it behind his back and forcing him to the floor.

"Ouch! Ouuuuuuch! You're breaking the arm of an esteemed painter!”

You snorted bitterly, then took advantage of the situation by pinning Rafayel to the floor and letting him struggle. You sat on top of him and began your revenge.

Starting with his dream-like, charming face. Fingers in varying shades of blue and white created traces on Rafayel's cheekbones, nose, and chin before sliding down his neck. He shuddered slightly in defeat.

"You… What do you want to do with me?"

You laughed in an incredibly hazardous manner. "What do you want me to do to you?"

Rafayel's face went crimson, and with the colors you had painted on him, he resembled a sunset over the sea. You slid your fingers inside his white shirt, brushed his powerful chest, and watched Rafayel slightly arch his spine.

"You…" Rafayel inhaled heavily. His heart rate surged. You could feel the heart throbbing beneath your hand. You leaned down very close, looked into his eyes, and whispered:

"Turned out, Rafayel also has the effect of reducing stress and giving me inspiration!"

Rafayel's lips curved up to say something, but you gently bit him. Rafayel fought but was unable to do anything since you gripped both of his hands and pinned him to the floor. You caught his heavy breathing between kisses, both unwilling and adoring to be pestered by you in this manner.

Zayne 

Zayne picked up a glass of cold water and pressed it against your cheek, startling you awake. He noticed you nodding on the sofa, with a book face down on your stomach in your lap. He remarked:

“How can you fall asleep after just five minutes of reading like that?”

“It's the book's fault, not mine.” You made an excuse and reached out to grab the glass of water Zayne had given you. Soon, you would have to take the competency assessment for all Hunters. Since studying alone was dull, you asked Zayne over for a work date. However, the only hard-working person here was him alone.

He returned to the desk and typed on his laptop again. A little cool water only woke you up for a while. You leaned your head on the sofa, eyes half-closed, gazing at him in front. When Zayne focused on his task, he looked breathtakingly beautiful. Everything about him seemed to draw you in. These eyes, these eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, and the corner of his mouth... All of a sudden, he turned around and caught you staring at him. He asked:

“Does my face inspire you that much?”

You did not feel shy at all but nodded heartily. The corner of his lips curved slightly. He replied:

“Then after you're done staring at me, go review your papers.”

"Too far." You extended your hand towards him, as if you wanted to hold him. "My inspiration is sitting so far away, no wonder why I am so sleepy."

Zayne gazed at you. Obviously, he laughed. Then he rose up, held his laptop, and approached you. The seat next to you sank when he dropped down next to you.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah. It's good now." You joyfully responded and resumed reading the book. The Hunters Association handed you a vast stack of books to study, each of which was thick. You were certain that you would perform well on the combat skills evaluation, but the theoretical questions caused you a headache.

After a time, you started to become distracted. You noticed Zayne sitting by your side with a laptop on his lap and wondered how he could focus so intently. He seemed to be able to work at any time and in any location. You looked over to his screen. The stuff displayed there was much more perplexing than your books. You grumbled and struggled on the sofa for a bit, but failed to discover a position that helped you focus. Zayne inquired: 

"What's going on? Are you uncomfortable sitting?"

You nodded your head.

"Maybe because you've sat in the wrong position for too long," he told you.

Before Zayne could give you any suggestions on how to improve your posture, you raised your legs on the sofa and positioned them in his lap, on top of the laptop keyboard. He rolled his eyes at you, then gently raised your knees up with one hand while swiftly taking out the laptop and setting it aside.

"Lean back against the cushion." Zayne placed a cushion between your back and the armrest of the sofa. After fixing everything, he inquired: 

"Are you more comfortable now?"

You chuckled and nodded. Zayne gave you a face that conveyed both surrender and excessive tenderness. You buried your head in the book again, but the words faded away since all you cared about was Zayne's long fingers brushing your exposed uncovered legs. He was softly rubbing them, which made you feel a little ticklish.

Zayne turned to look at you; your face had become scarlet behind the book.

"Read your book." He said. Despite your best efforts, you could no longer recall anything. Your mind was whirling as he touched your legs. His hands are strong but soft, making you feel at ease and eager to be caressed by him. 

So when you saw Zayne's hands leave you as he reached for his laptop again, you stretched your leg and pushed it as far as you could, all the way to the opposite end of the sofa. He grasped your ankle and gently reminded you:

“Be a good girl.”

Then he released you and took the device. He placed it on your legs like they were a desk. Of course, you refused to give up so fast. You continued shifting your legs, causing the laptop to tremble so much that Zayne was unable to continue working. He glared at you, and you retreated behind the book, pretending not to see his agony at all.

"Did you really call me here to work together?" Zayne's voice soared out, as if he had become upset. Before you could respond, he raised the laptop, placed his other hand around your waist, and drove you towards him.

"Erm… Doctor Zayne?"

Being pulled so suddenly, you leaned completely against Zayne. Your forehead lightly hit his chin and your nose touched his Adam's apple. It seemed he was also a bit startled, his throat became dry. For a moment, he looked down at you, and you looked up slightly to observe his reaction.

Zayne said nothing, his eyes fixed on your parted lips. Your heart rate began to rise at such a close distance. Your ragged breathing on Zayne's neck made him gradually forget his original purpose in coming to this place. The laptop was once again put down, and his lips glided lightly across the bridge of your nose.

“Hmm… Doctor Zayne… Are you not working anymore?” You asked softly, when his lips were only about the size of a mint candy from yours. He replied:

“Someone keeps distracting me. In order to work more effectively, I need to address this matter first."

You grinned. You were on Zayne's lap, but when he leaned slightly towards your lips, wanting to touch them, you turned away. His eyes were filled with disappointment when he gazed at you, wondering what you wanted from him or why you placed a little sweetness in his heart just to leave him hanging like that.

You looked up. Your hand stroked Zayne's face before moving down to his lips. Your voice was quiet:

“Doctor Zayne, it's not just your face or your lips that inspires me…”

Your fingertips carefully went down to Zayne's neck. He remained immobile, waiting to see what you would do next. You pressed closer to his body and muttered:

“To me, everything about you serves as an inspiration…”

Zayne's throat was dry. Perhaps when he accepted your offer to come here, he anticipated a work date with you that looked nothing like the way you grinned so wickedly as you pushed him closer to the sofa, slowly turning around and wrapping your legs around his sides. Sitting on his lap, you tilted your head, smiled, then gave him a kiss on his Adam's apple.

Sylus

Sylus appeared at your apartment after the doorbell rang so loudly that if you arrived even a second late, the door would definitely not be intact.

The problem was that he assumed something was wrong with you after learning from Luke and Kieran that you had not left the house in almost three days.

Sylus grabbed and spun you around to ensure you were not wounded. You had to explain that you were alright, but exhausted from several days of studying for the approaching Hunters' competence evaluation.

Sylus shook his head at the mound of books in your living room:

"They teach you these useless things in Linkon?”

“I've got a combat skills test, and a theoretical test. I must pass both.”

Sylus said nothing else. He allowed you to continue immersing yourself in books as he sat comfortably on the sofa, as if this place was his very home. 

A short while later, you heard a rattling sound coming from Sylus. Looking over, you were startled to see his gun pointing in your direction.

"What on Earth—"

Sylus lifted his head to look at you, grinned, and continued cleaning his weapon. You let out a loud sigh. Before he came to shatter this quiet atmosphere, you had memorized many questions for the test. But his presence made it hard for you to focus since your gaze was always drawn to him.

You observed him for a long time. There were a few raindrops in his hair and leather jacket. His crimson eyes focused on the gun in his grasp, his head leaned slightly, and the light illuminated on one side of his gorgeous face. Every now and again, you would look up, and when he noticed your gaze fixed on him, he would smile as if he had you in his palm. And it was true.

When Sylus was around, you had trouble focusing on anything else. You groaned and asked him:

“Why are you still here? You know I'm safe and sound. Go home now, Sylus.”

Sylus replied with a to-the-point question: "Do you really want me to leave?"

Outside, it was pouring rain. It was past eleven o'clock at night. You decided to wait for the rain to cease before telling him to go home again. Otherwise, you would find yourself unable to pass the competency evaluation! How dare he be so desirable and captivating?

You had no option but to sit with your back to Sylus. About half an hour later, when the rain was over and you had finished most of the book that needed to be read, you turned to seek for him. Sylus slumped back on the sofa, his eyes closed tight. It appeared as he was sleeping. You approached and called his name.

Sylus did not respond, so you poked his cheek with your hand. He did not open his eyes, but gripped your hand fast. 

“Let me sleep. I'll play with you later, kitten."

Even after he stated that, he refused to let go of you. He used force to pull you down next to him on the sofa. When you sat down, he leaned closer, putting his head on your thigh.

"Sylus?"

"Shhh. Just a moment..."

You decided to give up. Looking at him sleeping so peacefully, like a vicious cat who had retracted all his claws and snuggled up on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, tracing each line from his forehead to his chin. You thought to yourself how tempting it would be to steal a kiss from him. But the moment you dropped your head, he awoke.

His fiery eyes secured on you. You abruptly sat up straight, as if nothing had occurred. Sylus cracked a grin

"I caught you trying to sneak up on me, kitten."

"What are you saying?" You disputed it and then used your hand to shove him down. "The rain ceased. It's time you go home."

But Sylus grasped your arm. His moves were so quick that you were left startled. He rose up and spun around, using enough power to pin you to the sofa in a sitting posture, your hands securely clutched on both sides of your head.

Sylus leaned down to get closer to you. One of his knees was pressed tight to your thigh on the chair, while the other leg kept his body poised in front of you. This position made it difficult for you to flee, even if you wanted to. Sylus glanced at you like a cat toying his mouse. He clarified:

“I didn't come all the way here to Linkon just for you to order me around and send me back like that.”

Your chest started to throb. You said, "So, why did you come here?"

"To help you pass your test, of course."

"Huh?" You attempted to get away from Sylus, but he grabbed you so hard that your wrists began to turn red.

"Now that you've thoroughly read the book, kindly answer me. If a Hunter found herself in a situation like this, what would she do?”

You returned your attention to Sylus after looking at the pile of monotonous books on the table. He appeared to offer you a challenge:

Sylus undoubtedly had superior fighting abilities than you. He knew which way you would go, so he grabbed you around the waist with a simple arm extension. He picked you up with one arm and shoved you hard into the sofa. As you struggled to get away, he grabbed your ankle.

"Ouch! It hurts!" You yelled, but all you received in return was Sylus' smug laugh.

"Too slow, kitten."

He flipped you over so you could see how tightly he gripped your leg against his dominant chest. Sylus chuckled in a vicious manner and asked:

“Are these little tricks all that the Hunters Association teaches you?”

“You… Sylus… I… Argh!”

You were enraged and tossed several cushions at him at once. When one of them smacked his face, he did not even dodge; instead, he closed his eyes. After that, he gazed down at you, your hair tangled and your arms and legs thrashing in an attempt to escape. His fingers go along your exposed leg. He wrapped both of your thighs around his waist, and his enormous figure crushed down on you on the sofa. His hot breath painted your face and neck, causing you to lose track of everything else. He softly bit your ear and murmured:

“Be still. I could teach you a few combat tricks. But, I'm curious how much you would pay for it."

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[mssorceressupreme]

Saviour | Minho x Reader

Summary: the gladers pull a prank on you, stealing your clothes while you’re showering, leaving you stranded there with nothing at all. Minho accidentally walks in on you, and you ask him for a favour.

Warnings: mild bullying/teasing

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The hot water felt like a rare luxury, washing away the grime and exhaustion from your time in the glade. Being the newest member, or greenie, as they called you, meant that every day was a new challenge, full of unfamiliar faces and daunting tasks.

The shower was the only place where you could find a moment of peace, especially since you were the only girl.

You had just finished lathering up and rinsing off when you heard faint giggles and whispers outside. You dismissed it, assuming it was just some of the boys messing around.

But as you turned off the water and reached for your clothes from the shared clothing rack outside, panic set in. The rack was empty. Your clothes were gone.

All that was left was a tiny towel which you brought with you inside the shower. And it was barely enough to cover you.

Given that it was only boys in the glade before you arrived, there wasn’t a need for shower hooks or racks inside the shower, as most of them wandered around freely without a single care, grabbing their clothes from the shared rack outside the shower station and proceeding with their day as usual.

Your heart ached as you clutched the towel around yourself. There was no way you could step out like this. You were stuck, anxious and scared, not knowing what to do.

Minutes ticked by, and your mind was a whirl of panic and embarrassment. You were so caught up in fear that you didn’t hear the door open.

Minho opened the door, a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his well-carved and defined abs. You knew that being a runner meant that he was fit, but wow, he was truly fit.

“Ah-I’m in here—” you shouted, voice trembling. Moving to the corner of the shower to distance yourself from Minho.

Minho froze, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment as he saw you without any apparel except for the tiny towel, “Oh, uh, sorry! I didn’t think anyone was in here.” He turned around, closing the door.

“Wait—please, don’t go!” You pleaded, desperately.

Though this was your first time properly interacting with Minho, you felt that he was someone you could trust.

You saw Minho come to a halt outside from the opening beneath the shower door, his feet facing towards the door now, “You need something?” His voice curious, a hint of concern.

“Someone stole my clothes, and I can’t leave like this—please, I feel so humiliated…” you felt a lump in your throat, eyes welling up from this situation, honestly, it was a combination of emotions making you feel on the verge of tears. The feeling of being in this new unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people was petrifying.

Realisation dawned on Minho, and he frowned. On his way back from the maze, he recalled a group of gladers running around and sniggering, carrying clothes that seemed a bit too small for them. “Stay right here. I’ll handle this.”

He left the shower station and you sank to the floor. Clutching the tiny towel around you.

Moments later, you heard Minho’s voice, angry and authoritative, echoing through the compound.

“Hey! Get back here, you shanks!”

Through the small hole in the shower, you saw Minho, dripping wet, chasing after a group of gladers. His towel was barely holding on, his muscular build flexing as his ran. Despite your predicament, you couldn’t help but admire him.

“If you ever pull something like that again, I’ll have Alby put you guys in the pit! And if you’re still not careful, banished.” He was stern, no glimmer of kindness.

Though he wasn’t first or second in command, the gladers held Minho highly. His position as keeper of the runners was much respected, especially since it would be him, of all people, finding the way out for you. It was no easy job, even you knew he was someone important when Newt explained who Minho was before you even saw him.

A few minutes later, Minho knocked on the door, “Still here greenie?”

You slowly opened the door, reaching your hand out to grab your clothes from him. His face was flushed, a mix of anger and exertion, “Here,” he said, as he handed them to you. “I’m sorry about those shuckheads. It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “I’ll wait outside to make sure no one bothers you.”

You quickly dressed, feeling a mix of gratitude and something else you couldn’t quite identify.

When you stepped out, Minho was leaning against the wall, his eyes scanning the area protectively.

“Thank you Minho,” you said again, feeling the need to express my gratitude. The awkwardness from earlier became a foreign feeling, for some reason, it was comforting to be in his presence despite him seeing you cloth-less just now.

“It’s no problem,” he replied gently, “We look out for each other here. I’ll make sure no one messes with you again.”

You shared a moment of silence. A sweet but short gaze into those warm brown eyes of his, before he cleared his throat.

“Well uh, I better clean up before the builders hog the stalls, but catch you at dinner?” Minho smiled.

“Oh yeah right—yeah, see you at dinner!” You jogged off.

——

Dinner time arrived in a matter of moments. It was a chaotic affair with everyone crowding into the dining hall, laughing and talking loudly.

You scanned the room and spotted Minho, who waved over to with him and the other runners. Relief warned over you as you made your way through the crowd to his side.

For the first time you had someone to sit with, it felt nice to have a friend.

We barely settled into our seats when a group of boys approached our table, the same ones who had pulled the prank earlier.

“Need your boyfriend to get your clothes for you again?” One of them sneered. “Want him to serve you dinner too?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks as they laughed, their teasing hitting a sore spot. Being the only girl in the glade was hard enough without their torment.

Minho’s expression darkened, and he stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor which darted most of the attention towards him, “You better shut up before I make you,” he gritted his teeth.

He had no idea where this sudden protective instinct was coming from, especially since you barely know each other, but he felt the overwhelming urge to protect you.

The laughter stopped abruptly as the boys realised that Minho was serious. Tension crackled in the air and for a moment, it seemed like a fight was inevitable.

They stood face to face, Minho’s fist tightening as he clenched his jaw.

Just then, Alby and Newt appeared, quickly moving to pull Minho back. “Calm down, Minho.” Alby said firmly, placing a hand on his chest.

“Yeah they’re not worth it,” you added, stepping forward to calm him. You placed a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch.

Minho looked down at you, his anger slowly dissipating. He let out a frustrated sigh and allowed himself to be guided back to his seat. The boys, seeing they were outnumbered, backed off, muttering under their breaths.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly once you were seated again.

“Yeah, I just hate seeing them treat you like that. If they weren’t so lucky, they’d be banished by now.” Minho replied, his eyes smouldering with residual anger. “I just don’t want anyone hurting you.”

You held your breath, before placing your hand on his, both of you jolting slightly at the contact of your hands, it was an all too familiar touch. You smiled softly at him.

His protectiveness touched you deeply. Despite the touch exterior, there was a kindness in him that made you feel safe.

“Can I stay with you for the rest of the evening?” You asked hesitantly, “I just…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Minho nodded, a small but assuring smile, “Of course.”

The rest of the evening, you grabbed dinner and found a quiet spot away from the others. You talked, shared stories, and slowly, a bond began to form between you.

Minho’s presence was a comfort, and the more time you spent with him, the more you realised how much you liked him. Could this friendship turn into something more? You wondered.

As the night wore on, and the glade fell silent, Minho walked you back to your hammock. “Thank you for today,” you looked up at him with an appreciative smile, you truly did not know what you would have done without him.

“Anytime greenie,” he replied, a warm smile playing on his lips, “I’ll always be here for you.”

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

read more of the good omens book. i am in love with crowley. go away.

I'M DONE WITH THE SECTION WEDNESDAY AND GOD DEAR GOD AND SATAN AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN I AM SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH CROWLEY IT HURTS.

This is exactly why I was petrified of the bloody book. It's going to make the brainrot irredeemably deep. Entire bodyrot, in fact. Even Tommy (yes I named my haematoma Tommy, and he's trans, so he's a he/himatoma) will succumb to the rot.

THE LINE: "RIGHT," MUMBLED CROWLEY, SUDDENLY FEELING VERY ALONE. IT IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE. IT HURTS ME EVERY DAY SINCE I FIRST READ IT, WHICH WAS WHEN I GOT THE BOOK LIKE A MONTH AGO. I OPENED IT AT A RANDOM SECTION AND READ THAT AND PROMPTLY SHUT THE BOOK AND PROCEEDED TO CRY. THAT WAS THE MOMENT I BEGAN TO FEAR THE BOOK.

Aziraphale, you silly, silly, adorable little prissy motherfucker. What a bastard.

Sister Mary Loquacious making up her mind to have an orgasm gives a whole new subtext to my thirst for her during the rewatch of episode one.

RIGHT MUMBLED CROWLEY SUDDENLY FEELING VERY ALONE.

OW.

DOG IS THE BEST THE CUTEST EVER. EVEN WHEN HE WAS BIG AND HELLHOUNDY. HIS CONFUSION AT TURNING SMALL BUT THEN IT BEING OVERRIDDEN BY HIS LOVE FOR ADAM. IT JUST. AWWWWW.

Anathema carries a foot-long bread knife with her. Queen shit.

THE FACT THAT THEY GOT SHOT BY PAINTBALLS AND IMMEDIATELY CROWLEY THINKS HE'S DEAD AND STARTS WORRYING ABOUT PAPERWORK. ALL THAT CLUES HIM IN IS THAT THE BLOOD IS YELLOW. AND THEN HE TASTES IT TO CHECK IF IT'S PAINT WTF CROWLEY.

Warlock's birthday party omg. Aziraphale looking at Crowley desperately for help and Crowley pointedly refusing to meet his gaze because he's cringing from second-hand embarrassment and staring out of the window. I read that bit when I got out of the X-ray for Tommy and it made me smile on a very shit day.

Right mumbled Crowley suddenly feeling very alone.

Okay but ngl Crowley was entirely right? He turned the paintball guns to real guns, but the humans continued to shoot each other even after they realised the switch. Not his fault.

Oh Lord, heal this bike. So it was from the book, too.

Aziraphale being like let's get the fuck outta here before the police come coz I'll morally have to assist them with enquiries is so babygirl of him for real. You little bastard, you.

"A CAR BELONGING TO TWO CONSENTING REPAIRMEN" ah yes "THOSE TWO GAY RANDOS IN THE BENTLEY ARE DEFINITELY HAVING SEX"

I love Aziraphale. Crowley makes a man faint from fear and Aziraphale isn't all that pissed because he's salty about the man ruining his expensive shirt. Oh, Aziraphale.

So attracted to War in an awful way. It makes so much sense how attractive in an awful way she is.

Pouring one out for Mr and Mrs Threlfall of 9, The Elms, Paignton.

"Right," mumbled Crowley, suddenly feeling very alone.

Slightly desperate italics is a phrase I didn't know I needed in my life but during my inevitable next war with fucking typefaces, I will definitely use. Fuck I had design work to do for my mum. AH WELL, CROWLEY, CROWLEY, CROWLEY.

In response to watch out for that pedestrian, Crowley says It's on the street, it knows the risks it's taking! Crowley supports it/its pronouns, pass it on.

Where do you live my dear? Aziraphale oozed. OOZED. OMG.

RIGHT, CROWLEY MUMBLED, SUDDENLY FEELING VERY ALONE.

Everyday, my-homoerotic-tension-and-love-hate-relationship-with-my-copy-of-this-book's a-getting stronger... WHY MUST THAT LINE HURT ME SO MUCH.

[shokopan]

WE DON’T NEED THINGS LIKE MEMORIES  .  MIYA ATSUMU

PAIRING: atsumu x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff/comfort and the tiniest bit of angst if you really squint

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

CONTENT WARNINGS: cursing

AYA’S NOTES: i was sifting through my old folder of haikyuu fics i wrote last yr && remembered how much i loved this fic when i found it :DDD

“what’s wrong with saying that i'd date you if we'd met in high school?” you inquire, clutching your legs tight to your chest as you rock towards atsumu slightly, deliberately falling into your boyfriend's chest as he swiftly snakes an arm around your waist to steady you.

“nothing babe, i swear,” he instantly replies, untangling your fingers from each other to replace one with his free hand, “you just didn’t know me then! i wasn’t too great of a guy in high school if i’m being honest. you probably would've ended up crushing on samu or aran kun, maybe even kita san. he's always been pretty good looking and had tons of girls admiring him,”

“and remember when we first met in uni?” atsumu continues, eyes lowering down when he senses a newfound warmth as you envelop both of your hands around his.

“when i told you off for picking a fight with sakusa san?” you answer, recalling the boiling outrage you felt towards him years prior, "and proceeded to call you an irritating prick?"

“and i fell madly in love with you? yup,” atsumu grins cheekily before faltering by the slightest, "i was basically like that in high school, but way worse,”

“i mean i’m not as bad now, i hope. but yeah babe, i don’t think you’d date me if you knew how i acted then,” atsumu shrugs with , “and i wouldn’t blame you, y'know? dating an asshole sounds rough,”

“tell me about it, i’m dating one myself,” you giggle, bumping your shoulder with his as atsumu sulks, “kidding kidding! but what changed? you’re so sweet to me now tsumu, i can’t imagine you being any bit worse than that day we met,”

“fallin’ in love with you, that’s what changed me,” atsumu responds earnestly, shifting around and wriggling his hands from yours to cups the softness of your cheeks.

“tsumu! don’t say stuff like that if you don’t-“ you protest, moving your face down to bury it in atsumu’s large palms in embarrassment.

“i’m serious! honest!” atsumu protests, sliding his palms down to your jawline and lifting your face to level with his eyes, “you make me a better man babe, my parents, and even samu have said that. but you make me always want to be better because you deserve the best and i love you,”

warmth creeps up your cheeks as a faint soreness materializes, bringing attention to just how wide you’re grinning now, “i love you too tsumu,”

“you better love me! this conversation is making me fucking sad, thinking about how shitty i was. i better draft some emails or something to my old coaches and team for being such a pain to deal with,” atsumu chuckles, brushing the locks away from your face as he admires you for a brief moment, in awe of just how perfect you are when smiling.

“you’re absolutely perfect now,” you beam, taking your turn to cocoon your hands around atsumu’s jawline, “so so perfect,”

“damn right i am,” atsumu puffs his chest out, his signature childish yet endearing pride returning. his cheeks are dusted rose, the corners of his eyes crinkling happily, “i’m working hard babe, gonna be the absolute best boyfriend for you to make up for shitty high school tsumu,”

“good to know,” you giggle, “but you’re already the best boyfriend tsumu, it doesn’t matter how you were in high school. you’ve grown and matured since then, and there’s no need to make up for the past. it’s like your old school's motto, right? we don’t need things like memories. we don’t need to dwell on the people we were in the past. i love you now, and isn’t that what matters?”

“you’re too good to me babe,” atsumu groans playfully, hugging your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder with mild chagrin, taking in your sincerity as his blush grows fiercer by the moment, “i love you so much,”

“i love you too tsum,” a soft smile replaces the cheesy grin as you dip your head down the place butterfly kisses on the exposed part of atsumu’s jaw, “and i’m glad we met. really glad,”

you feel atsumu smile into your shoulder as he lifts his head up, a dorky grin plastered on his face as he kisses you, pulling away momentarily after as he whispers, “me too, i’m grateful we met that day,”

[tsukimefuku]

these silly little memories ❖ nanami kento

summary: you reminisce about the past while chatting with ijichi and yuuji.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, soft/implied nanami x reader, fluff, poking fun at nanami's teenage bangs.

wc: 900

notes, etc: i wrote this to the sound of sunny (yorushika). this is a short little silly story that i had in my mind for a while before finally deciding on writing it, lol.

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

You, Ijichi and Yuuji were seated silently on a table. All three were waiting for Nanami to meet up just so everybody could take a single car ride — he and Yuuji were going on a mission together, and you were going home after assisting Shoko on her duties for the day.

You could pay for a cab, but then again, why would you do that if you could slack off some more benefits from Jujutsu High?

"So, Ijichi..." You began, half-minded at this point. It had barely been a week since you arrived at Jujutsu High.

He quickly propped up, ready to answer absolutely any question you could have as a new sorcerer (and somebody else to order him around, it seemed).

Since you were new to Jujutsu High, had not been on a mission with Nanami up until this point, and Gojo was the one to bring you in, Ijichi figured you'd still have questions about the way things worked around there.

"Y-yes?"

"What is Nanami like here?" You questioned, out of the blue.

That caught both him and Yuuji by surprise, as both of them answered with a resounding eh?

You sighed.

"I mean, he was a very stern, serious teenager when I met him years ago. He looks a lot different, but is he?"

"Oh, you knew Nanamin?!" Yuuji asked, eager to pry some insight into his newly found mentor. 

You looked at him and smiled.

"Oh, yeah, I sure did. We met at Odate when he and Gojo saved me."

Ijichi's mind started to flash some things to him until he finally realized.

"Wait. That was you?!"

You blinked, confused.

"What do you mean, 'that was me?'"

"I-I..." Ijichi stuttered. "I was the one helping him in research during that mission."

"Oh... Oh! Ijichi, of course!" You exclaimed, much to his surprise, while you remembered decade-old bits and pieces. "It's good to finally be meeting you in person" you said, tapping his shoulder.

He smiled, slightly embarrassed for not having recognized your name when you introduced yourself a few days ago.

"So you knew him as a teenager too! Is he any different now?" You inquired, staring at Ijichi until he became a little uncomfortable.

"I-I think not. He was always the most responsible and m-mature one of us" Ijichi finally answered, and you smiled, reclining back on your chair. 

"Nanamin is very serious," Yuuji began, "and he usually lectures us when we have a blunder or are in the middle of a mission — or maybe it's just me that he lectures so much."

"No, it's every one..." Ijichi answered, involuntarily sighing.

"Oh, he still does that? The lecturing thing?" You asked. "I mean, maturity minus the bangs, right?" You chirped, chuckling softly. Ijichi covered his mouth, but you could see a faint smile forming.

Yuuji was at a loss.

"Bangs?" The boy asked earnestly.

"Oh, you're gonna love this!" You said, as you fished your wallet out of your pocket. From it, you took an old Polaroid picture that featured you, your best friend, your brother, Nanami and Gojo when they were on their mission in Odate. Then, you proceeded to hand the picture to Yuuji, and his eyes beamed, like he had discovered some very important piece of information instead of complete shenanigans.

"Those bangs were something. Once, when I had to patch his face up, his hair kept falling all over the bruises, it looked like someone had punched a blonde Gerard Way" you let out, scratching your head with a grin. Yuuji let out a laugh, and Ijichi seemed to scoff in an attempt to keep himself from laughing.

You noticed that.

"Oh, come on, Ijichi. You know it was funny and somewhat true. You can totally laugh about it with me, I won't tell if you don't, promise" you said, extending a pinkie finger in his direction.

He looked at your hand uncertain, but began lifting his own pinkie extended towards yours.

"What is the fun? I heard laughter" the already familiar voice resounded from behind the three of you.

Ijichi was paralyzed in stone, and you turned your face grinning mischievously at Nanami. Yuuji quickly tried hiding the picture, fumbling around and letting it fall to the ground.

"Hm?" Nanami got down to pick up the picture, and took a good look at it. "It seems that you have this ancient piece of history still in your possession."

"Of course. How else would I have a picture of 'bangs Nanami?'" You retorted, reaching for the picture while still seated.

He took a step back, pulling it away from you. 

"If I remember correctly, that morning you ate tamagoyaki inside miso soup, with salmon, also inside miso soup, all mashed up, and choked yourself," he said, lifting his gaze towards you, one brow up.

"Eh? T-that... did not h-happen at all!" It did.

"Wait, so you... Put your tamagoyaki inside your miso soup? Why?" Ijichi asked, slightly incredulous.

"And with mashed salmon too?!" Yuuji chimed in, also kind of aghast.

"Oh, shut up, the both of you!"

You crossed your arms over your chest.

"I just don't really care how I eat my food!"

"Clearly" Nanami noted. "She also mixes anything she has available to eat into a desecrated version of the original food. It's unsightly" he complemented, before handing the picture back to you.

You sighed, amusedly defeated, saying, "well, you have changed. Now you poke me back when I poke fun at you."

"I'm unaware of such a thing," Nanami replied, pushing his glasses into position with one hand, using the opportunity to cover up a discreet smile with his hand over his face.

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 12 (Medical Play)

BTAA Scarecrow x Reader (NSFW)

(1,223 Words)

Summary: you have a debilitating phobia of needles and Dr. Crane has the solution to overcoming those fears

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, reader has MAJOR trypanophobia (fear of needles), panic attacks, exposure therapy, medical kink (duh), crane feeding off the reader’s fear, crane being unprofessional, doctor/patient dynamic, fingering

Notes: sorry this one’s a little late LMAO but literally? as someone who had SEVERE trypanophobia, this was kinda empowering to write, enjoy the fic!!!

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There was always a sense of unease whenever you found yourself at the doctors office. Maybe it was the awkward silence of sitting in the waiting room, anticipating what’s to come. Maybe it was the little intrusions that came with a basic physical check-up. Maybe it was unsettling scent of sterilized chemicals, sanitizing the room. Maybe it was those beige colored walls, glaring at you for the duration of your visit. Maybe it was the fact that you were about to be subjected to one of your worst fears. Or maybe, it was the fact that your physician is incredibly attractive.

Yeah, that too.

You find yourself, laying on his exam table, staring up at the ceiling. His voice, playful, as he explains the clinical the proceedings of this visit, reverberates off the walls.

“I’m really glad to see you taking the initiative to face your fears, exposure therapy isn’t for the faint of heart, you know.”

Your heart flutters at his words. As someone who suffered from a fear of needles since childhood, you figured that now, well into your adulthood, it was finally time to overcome that fear.

Doctors appointments for important vaccinations or even just the seasonal flu shot was always enough to spiral you into a panic. Nightmares leading up to it, hyperventilating, and giving yourself panic attacks to the point of nausea or fainting were feelings you had become all too familiar with. Feeling the prying gazes of other people in the waiting room or judgmental nurses always caused your embarrassment to spike at what you thought, was your own childish anxieties.

Seeing Dr. Jonathan Crane changed all that. When you scheduled your first session with him, his office felt comfortable. Adorned with classic horror movie posters and little mementos about his interests gave the impression that you wouldn’t be just some patient to him, but someone who he would genuinely try to help with your issues. When time came to actually talk about your fear, he wasn’t mean, or judgmental, or condescending, but he was understanding. He was someone who took a deep interest in whatever you had to say, as a patient and as a person. When he suggested the idea of exposure therapy, you were hesitant, but he had helped you come to realize that you had to start somewhere, which lead you to the clinic.

“Thanks, doctor,” you smile nervously, “gotta start somewhere, right?”

“Too true,” he says, turning to you as he walks over to the counter. “I appreciate that you put your trust in me to help you with such a… Debilitating, vulnerability.”

You hear the metallic rustling from within the cabinets. You stare back up at the ceiling, yet your curiosity gets the better of you. Glancing back over to him, you spy him preparing the needles, sending a wave of trepidation through your body.

“The syringes will be filled with a simple saline solution, it’s not harmful, but the solution is not what you’re afraid of, is it?” Maybe it’s just your anxiety, but you could swear there’s a hint of eeriness within his voice.

“Hey, uh, Doctor?”

“What is it, sweet pea?” He asks jokingly.

“I um, I just wanna apologize in advance in case I freak out at the needle.” You muster out with as much courage as you can. “Like, I-I might cry actually.” You chuckle nervously. You actually do feel the urge to cry as uneasiness fills the pit in your stomach.

“Aw now,“ There’s a playfulness to his voice. You’ve heard it many times in sessions, but it feels a little unsettling to hear it now. “Don’t psych yourself up too much, remember your breathing techniques.”

You can’t regulate your breathing at a time like this. As he makes his way over to you with a little alcohol wipe, you feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate. You feel the sweat trickling down your forehead as your throat begins to go dry. You feel faint; clammy. That alcohol wipe was the calm before the storm. You were fine when it was swabbed across your skin, but it always signaled what’s to come.

“Dr. Crane, I don’t know if I-”

“The feelings you have right now are completely expected,” he hushes you. “It’s all anticipatory, you fear the dread of it more than the actual stick itself, and I think I have found a sufficient way to combat that,” his explanation is stern, but comforting. He takes his gloved hands in yours, feeling his warmth through the latex. “Do you trust me?”

You’re hesitant. Your eyes threaten to spill tears out of the sheer distress you feel at the moment, yet Crane stares at you confidently, as if he knows you will make the right decision. You let out a shaky sigh, “Yes.”

“Good,” he grins at you. His hand makes its way to cup your cheek, gently thumbing over you. It moves up and around, to the nape of your neck and through your scalp, playing with your hair. You practically melt into his touch, fear beginning to dissipate from within you. And it’s at that moment, he gives it a tug, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. “A good method to combating fear, is to add an equally positive stimulus.” He lets out a low chuckle in response, which you feel go straight to your groin.

“I think I catch your drift.”

“Trust me,” he whirls you around on the table, spreading your legs. You can feel the heat pooling in your sex. “By the time I’m done with you, your phobia of needles will be the last thing on your mind.” He eyes you up, feeling his predatory gaze all around you like you wish his body was.

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” you whisper desperately.

“Then let’s not waste any time.”

You two work together to undo your pants. Your sex drips with arousal as Dr. Crane’s hand makes its way past your underwear. Your legs shake as he grazes over a particularly sensitive spot. He adds more pressure stroking you steadily as you all but grind yourself on his hand.

“God, you are such a good patient,��� he groans. “Your determination to cure yourself of this fear, by any means necessary, is remarkable.”

You let out a breathy moan at the praise. You feel his fingers enter inside you, curling up and fucking away any fear you had before.

“Dr. Crane,” you gasp. “I think, I-I’m-”

“Getting close?”

“Mhm.” You groan.

You feel yourself quickly reaching your peak, eyes slamming shut. As you feel Crane’s fingers speeding up, there’s a sharp, painful sensation in your arm, making you cry out in a pained whine. With the pain, soon follows your orgasm, which tears through you frantically.

Breathing heavily, you come down from your euphoric high, to find Dr. Crane removing his gloves, smiling over at you proudly.

“Congratulations,” he smirks. “We’ve made excellent progress in overcoming your phobia, I think we’ve made a break through.” Washing his hands in the sink, he takes a seat on the table beside you, that playful tone once again adorning his voice. “However, I think we may need to have a few more sessions, fears aren’t cured overnight you know.”

You giggle, looking at him feeling giddy. You couldn’t wait for your next appointment.

[kitkat-2204]

Prompt idea: A has a stomach ache and wants to help their partner, B, who has a specific kink get off.

B is playing a video game and A is cuddling up next to them on the couch, relaxing when they get a faint feeling of a stomach ache, and an idea pops up in their head. “Hey B… can you turn of the game for a minute? I want to ask you something.” A asks quietly. “Yea sure hun. What’s up?” B replies. “I’m kinda getting a stomach ache right now. Would it be ok if I did some things you were into?” A asks, blushing lightly. “Are you sure? I might be really embarrassed and I don’t know if you’d fully be comfy doing that right now…” B replies nervously. “You don’t need to worry B. I don’t mind. I like when you have the space to indulge in your interests without judgement. I’m sure it will be fine.” A replies warmly, trying to be understanding. “Ok… but promise you’ll stop me if I get too weird…” B replies, flushed from embarrassment. A then begins to snuggle right next to B, after B gets a vibrator from their bedroom and cuddles A back, looking down at the floor with embarrassment. A starts stroking their lower stomach and looking right into Bs eyes as they lift their right leg and let a hot rumbly fart escape, squinting their eyes and letting a low moan out from relief. “Ahh.. that helped the pain a bit..” A said, blushing. B couldn’t help but slightly moan in satisfaction from how good it was for them to watch them fart. B never liked harping on it too much, but oh they loved hearing A’s relief when they had to go to the bathroom. “Oooh I have a couple really big ones..” A then proceeded to let out 4 really bubbly farts, grunting and moaning after each fart tapers off. “Mmm… there we go..” B says as he slowly begins to really get going, as he uses the vibrator over his underwear. A kept letting out bigger and hotter farts as the time went on, while continuing to rub their belly to make B more excited. A then proceeds to let out a really hot silent fart, squeezing their stomach as it was released. “Sorry if you didn’t hear that one, I have diarrhea.. and I’m gonna poop real soon…” A teased, looking at B seductively. Bs eyes begin to flutter from excitement as they turned the up the vibrator to get closer, while looking at A right in their eyes. “Are you gonna fart some more..?” B asks, as they get closer to an orgasm. A then proceeds to let out a really warm diarrhea fart, as they feel the poop right at the tip of their bottom. “Ugh.. that fart felt so good B… I just want to keep pushing…” A whispered, right by Bs ears. B is practically salivating at the thought of A pooping their pants, and can’t hold themselves back anymore. “Oh god yes… please do.. I wanna see it so bad..” B says, about to cum. A then proceeds to squint their eyes and push out a large wave of diarrhea right on the couch next to B, as sighs and hums of relief escape their breath with each push. “Ughn… fucking finally… that feels way better..” A moans. “Ugh fuck.. I’m cumming..!” B says before orgasming, his eyes fluttering and body shaking from the release.

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Varney the Vampire, Chapter 21: Now Sea Here Young Man

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Charles takes his uncle into a private room to explain the situation with Flora and the vampire. Admiral Bell, who persists in thinking a vampire is a kind of mermaid, spends a lot of time bantering and arguing with Charles before he's finally able to get the full explanation out. The admiral agrees with Charles' decision to stand by Flora wholeheartedly, and tells Charles that if he had not done so then he, the admiral, would have married Flora himself.

Their conversation is interrupted by the sound of a scream. Both of them rush towards the sound at the same time and jam up the doorway like cartoon characters, so Henry is the first to arrive on the scene. Flora has fainted, and Varney has escaped the scene by smashing through a full-length window.

Flora is revived by splashing some water on her, and receives a somewhat jarring introduction to Admiral Bell. She tells them that Varney has been in the house, and urges Henry to leave the place and let Varney have it. Marchdale, who is also here, takes Flora's side, while Charles and Admiral Bell want to duel him. Marchdale passive-aggressively threatens to leave again, but Henry and the admiral manage to restore peace. Everyone except Flora leaves for the parlor to hold a council of war. Meanwhile, George is off running errands and missed the entire chapter.

The story reaches new Looney Tunes heights in this chapter. In addition to Varney crashing through a window and Charles and the admiral getting jammed up in a doorway, the chapter is packed to the brim with humorous banter, mostly between the admiral and Charles. I continue to enjoy their dynamic. It feels natural, a lot more natural than any of the other relationships Rymer has written so far.

Charles claims his reason for returning to England early as literal lovesickness. This sounds ridiculous to me, although I can't help but wonder - this story was written some 30 or so years before the advancement of germ theory. Did Rymer think this was a plausible thing that could happen? (Equally possible is that Charles is being melodramatic. He's 21 and we already know he has a penchant for theatrics.)

Once Charles has explained the situation to Admiral Bell, he attempts to prepare him to meet Flora, prompting his comic relief uncle to assume the position of incredibly embarrassing older relative.

"I will fetch her, uncle."

"Ah, do; I'll be bound, now, she's one of the right build—a good figure-head, and don't make too much stern-way."

"Well, well, whatever you do, now don't pay her any compliments, for your efforts in that line are of such a very doubtful order, that I shall dread to hear you."

"You be off, and mind your own business; I haven't been at sea forty years without picking up some out-and-out delicate compliments to say to a young lady."

"But do you really imagine, now, that the deck of a man-of-war is a nice place to pick up courtly compliments in?"

"Of course I do. There you hear the best of language, d——e! You don't know what you are talking about, you fellows that have stuck on shore all your lives; it's we seamen who learn life."

This colorful back-and-forth is interrupted by a scream from Flora, but the tension of the plot is not enough to dislodge Admiral Bell from his niche as a cartoon character.

In their efforts to leave the room, the uncle and nephew for about a minute actually blocked up the door-way, but the superior bulk of the admiral prevailed, and after nearly squeezing poor Charles flat, he got out first.

The next sentence I am pasting in purely to make fun of.

Charles fancied correctly enough at once that it proceeded from the room which was called "Flora's own room," and thitherward accordingly he dashed at tremendous speed.

If gifted writers are "silver-tongued", then Rymer's tongue is Tupperware plastic.

Mrs. Bannerworth sat down on the edge of the sofa which was in the room, and could only wring her hands and weep.

Mrs. Bannerworth is in this chapter too! She didn't make it into my summary because she doesn't actually do anything, a constant issue in this text. Given the way Rymer writes middle-aged women, however, this treatment may actually be doing her a kindness.

Varney isn't in this chapter, but even his absence is a show-stealer.

"D—n me, and he's gone, too, and carried half the window with him. Look there!"

It was literally true; the window, which was a long latticed one, was smashed through.

Absolutely incredible exit, 10/10 very dignified. The great and terrifying vampyre everybody.

The cartoonery doesn't stop, as the admiral is at the top of his game in this chapter.

Flora opened her eyes timidly as the said— "Has it gone?"

"Yes, yes, dear," said Charles. "Look around you; here are none but true friends."

"And tried friends, my dear," said Admiral Bell, "excepting me; and whenever you like to try me, afloat or ashore, d—n me, shew me Old Nick himself, and I won't shrink—yard arm and yard arm—grapnel to grapnel—pitch pots and grenades!"

"This is my uncle, Flora," said Charles.

"I thank you, sir," said Flora, faintly.

You can really feel the "wtf" energy radiating from Flora.

Flora, in her plea for the family to flee Bannerworth Hall, says something that highlights the weird gendering of vampire attacks in the story:

"Why should you allow yourselves to risk a personal encounter with such a man, who might be glad to kill you that he might have an opportunity of replenishing his own hideous existence from your best heart's blood?"

"Your best heart" refers to Flora. Men are not potential victims of the vampire, they are obstacles standing in his path to his true victim, Beautiful Young (White) Maidens. The worst they have to fear is just that the vampire will kill them, and not even in a cool "tearing the jugular out with one's teeth" way. There is not ONE throat ripped out in this whole damn 650k word text! Not one! What is the POINT, I ask you? Bite the men, Varney! There's perfectly good blood in there you're letting go to waste!

...Ahem. Where was I?

"His strength is immense," said Marchdale. "I tried to seize him, and I fell beneath his arm as if I had been struck by the hammer of a Cyclops."

"A what?" cried the admiral.

"A Cyclops."

"D—n me, I served aboard the Cyclops eleven years, and never saw a very big hammer aboard of her."

"What on earth is to be done?" said Henry.

"Oh," chimed in the admiral, "there's always a bother about what's to be done on earth. Now, at sea, I could soon tell you what was to be done."

I don't have much to say about this bit, I just liked the jokes. Dumb wordplay always gets me.

"It is true," remarked Henry, "we dare not, even holding all the terrible suspicions we do, take his life."

"By foul means certainly not," said Charles, "were he ten times a vampyre."

You poor buffoons would not last ten minutes against Dracula.

Charles has been steadily trending away from his earlier position of reasonable doubt regarding vampires, and towards a more hard-line skepticism. This seems to be partially fueled by a strong desire to face Varney in a duel, and a need to justify such a course of action - dueling an immortal and supernaturally enhanced vampire would be extremely foolish, after all. His expression of doubt is met by an odd defensiveness from Marchdale.

"I cannot, however, believe that he is so invulnerable as he is represented."

"No one represents him here," said Marchdale. "I speak, sir, because I saw you glance at me."

Which is followed, of course, by yet another passive-aggressive threat to leave.

"For some reason," added Marchdale, in a tone of emotion, "what I say seems to fall always badly upon Mr. Holland's ear. I know not why; but if it will give him any satisfaction, I will leave Bannerworth Hall to-night."

What really peeves me about these sequences is how immediately all the other characters take Marchdale's side, when to me he is always the one being the most unreasonable. You're leaving because...why? Charles looked at you funny? Grow up, Marchdale. You're like twice his age.

Flora is left out of the war council for being Female, which I maintain is a fatal mistake on our heroes' part not only because of the sexism, but because Flora is easily the most competent of them all by a mile. (Then again, this is probably because her never taking part in the action means she doesn't have to be handed the idiot ball again and again the way the other characters do.)

George is also left out of the war council, as he left to go fetch Chillingworth. This is foreshadowing for when he later disappears from the narrative entirely.

Next: Maybe they ought to have called it a waffle council actually

[lawsonigiri]

I am just here to share my nsfw short fic of my OC April x Law, don't judge me too harshly, ha!

Definately 18+! ⚠️❌

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A Tight Squeeze

The Polar Tang Submarine was currently submerged beneath the depths of the deep blue sea, after escaping a close call with some Marines that had caused them to

flee beneath the surface of the water, providing the pirate crew with a quick getaway. The Heart Pirates were quick to synchronize together in order to escape that trouble,

much to the disdain of their Captain Trafalgar Law, who in his usual aloof, stoic self, hated having to retreat in such a way. However at the same time the Surgeon and

Captain knew it was a necessary action, in order to not get caught and suspended by those Marines, therefore he couldn't really complain too much about it.

Currently the Captain was located in his office aboard the ship, adorning his white tank top; his large, blue furred coat strung up on his desk chair along with his beloved

leopard print hat and his Nodachi sword leaning against the wall nearby. He was scribbling down notes in one of his many notebooks, different medical books scattered

amongst his desk. His tattooed fingers worked diligently, holding a feather-inked pen between his thumb and forefinger, golden eyes slightly narrowed in pure

concentration and his brows furrowed. He was so in his zone right now that he failed to hear the door creak open behind him, usually he was so alert and sharp, yet his

focus remained on the task at hand.

The door to the room clicked close followed by the noise of footsteps approaching from behind Law, when they sounded extremely close, that's when he eventually turned

quickly in his seat. His aurous eyes were met with a familiar figure, his girlfriend April stood there in her black shirt and shorts, decorated with the crews Jolly Roger. In her

small hands she held a book, one he recognized as an anatomy book, he recalled seeing that particular one missing from his shelf. When he spoke it came out gruffer than

he wanted, slightly tired sounding, which in itself was not that surprising (the poor Captain never did get enough rest).

''Ah April, you know you don't have to sneak in like that.'' Law had his usual emotionless face as he looked at the petite girl, noticing the way her long honey coloured hair

was messy and her face seemed to have a red tint to it.

April spoke softly, her tone was mostly like that, almost like a whisper. ''I-I was returning this book.'' She then places the said book on his desk carefully, before her blue

eyes flicker to look at his face and they make eye contact for a split second until she snaps her gaze away; her shy, timid nature coming out some more. Law's eyes look to

the book she placed on the desk then back at her, the obvious question came to his mind and so, he spoke again albeit in a more curious tone of voice.

''Why did you have this book?'' The question makes April start to rub that large scar plastered over her nose, a trait she often did when feeling nervous or embarrassed. A

small yet audible whine comes from the girl, face turning to the side partly to avoid his stare. It takes her a while to respond to his question, but when she does her voice is

even more soft and quiet than usual.

''Curious, just...Curious.'' His girlfriend's response makes Law raise a perplexed eyebrow, she had never shown interest in medical or anatomy books before so why the

sudden change now? He puts his feather-inked pen down gently, proceeding to stand up from his seat and look down at her now. Their height difference was obvious to

see, Law was significantly taller than her and he liked that; being able to use that to his advantages most of the time. April steps back a bit as he stands to his full height,

face still turned away from him, her heart begins to beat a little faster.

The Captain traces his forefinger over the cover of the book on his desk, letting out a faint hum from deep within his throat. ''Curious you say? Why's that?'' Deciding on a

bold move, Law reaches his arm out to the girl's face and cups her chin in order to make her look up at him. ''And don't think about lying to me.'' He adds.

April's cheeks burn red as she opens her mouth partly to speak, but quickly shuts it again, opting to stay quiet. Law didn't take too kindly to her silence, he proceeds to

squeeze her chin a tad, not enough to hurt her but enough to show who was the dominant one here. ''Ah ah now come on, be a good girl and tell me.'' Law let's a smirk

form on his lips, he knew all too well what that little nickname did for his girlfriend, it made her weak and most importantly, submissive.

The smaller girl looks up at her Captain and Boyfriend, with an almost pleading look in those cyan eyes. ''I-I was wondering if-'' She stops speaking halfway through her

sentence, to swallow nervously. ''If we could...Try something.'' Finishing her words, April everts her eyes again. Law hummed like before, his heart began to beat a bit

faster now with the prospect of her wanting to try something, assuming to do with their relationship.

''Look at me.'' Law says in a low tone of voice, sounding slightly demanding. April did as her partner says, looking straight up at him as their eyes locked. ''What is it you

wanted to try, April?'' That smirk from earlier comes back to his lips, he brings her face closer to his own, noses brushing together. The closeness makes April need to lean

up in order to meet his height, smaller hands resting on his chest that was partly visible through his tank top. ''Or do I need to choke it out of you?''

''N-No Captain.'' April stammers out in a mumbled voice. She swallows again before speaking, admitting to what it is she wanted to try. ''I-I wanted to try Anal with you.''

Upon hearing that Law's eyes widen a bit in surprise, but that doesn't last long as he suddenly catches her lips in a kiss. It started off sweet and loving, proceeding to

transpire into something more needy and hungry, their tongues tangled together. After a few more seconds of this heated, deep kiss Law breaks away with a touch of

saliva seeping from his lower lip and his eyes half lidded.

He takes a breath. ''I see. Well we shouldn't waste anymore time, right?'' Law's smirk widens, his hand departs from her chin and he lifts her up with ease in his strong,

tattooed arms. Carrying her over to the bed in the corner, he sets her down on her back and shifts to hover above her, casting a shadow over her small frame. He holds

his body weight up with one of his hands, the other one sliding up past her black shirt. His inked fingers trace intricate patterns on her tender skin, feeling the few scars

littered across her body. ''Let's get you prepped properly, my love.''

''O-Okay.'' April stutters in reply, keeping her voice quiet. She places a soft, sweet kiss to his temple which makes him chuckle and smile. He starts stripping off her clothes

slowly, not wanting to come across as overly needy. Once the girl was laying below him completely bare, he took a moment to admire the work of art which was her skin

and figure, he knew that April could be self-conscious of her body; which is why he always loved to show her just how much he adored it. Law's left hand squeezed one of

her breasts, pinching a nipple that had grown to be hard while his right hand toyed with her aching clit. April could only wiggle and whimper in response to his actions,

her cheeks flushing a deeper shade or red.

''You're just too cute, dear.'' Law spoke in a soft voice, his face buried itself in her hair, breathing in her scent. ''So cute, so cute.'' April continued to whimper out, her hands

covering her face out of pure embarrassment, even more so due to his words. After a while longer of this foreplay and teasing, Law stripped his own clothes off and the

couple were now bare to another. ''Bend over the bed for me.'' Law says, still maintaining that soft voice. April nods her head, shifting to get off the bed and indeed bend

over the edge of it as Law digs through the bedside drawer to pull out a small bottle of lubricant.

When the cold, smooth gel gets rubbed on her asshole April whimpers. ''I-It's cold.'' She mumbles into the bedsheet, eyes closed. Law can't help the chuckle that escapes his

mouth, his hand caressing the curve of her ass cheek before slapping it playfully just to hear that adorable yelp of hers. ''Gah! L-Law.''

''Sorry my love, I couldn't resist. Lift your ass up a little more for me.'' He replies. April lifts her body up a bit more for him, hearing as Law rubs some of that lubricant on his

hardened cock. ''Perfect, just like that.'' The Captain praises her, as he usually did in their intimate moments. ''This is going to hurt at first, just relax for me okay?''

Law decides to prepare her some more by inserting two of his inked digits into her hole, gently thrusting them in and out as April grips the bedsheet tightly with faint

moans. His fingers slide back and forth with ease, the 'E' and 'A' on his fingers getting covered in that slick, cool gel. ''Let me know when you feel ready.''

April takes a deep breath, letting it out through her mouth before nodding. ''I-I'm ready, babe.'' Upon hearing that Law positions the tip of his cock against her tight hole,

the lube helped ease it in at a steady pace, yet the sting of it caused April to let out a louder whimper and she curses under her breath. Law places one of his hands on her

hip and the other on the lower of her back, helping to maintain his stance behind her.

''You okay?'' Law asks her, genuine care and love for her evident In his voice. He leans his chest over her back, head nestling in her hair as if to comfort her through this

experience. Law hears her soft cry, noticing the tears on her lashes and so, he places a chaste kiss to her head then ear. ''Relax baby, you're doing so well.'' April opens her

eyes halfway to peer at Law, giving him a small smile for reassurance.

''I'm okay, I'm okay. You can go all the way in.'' April says back. Law gives another kiss to her head and then shifts to properly stand behind her again, pushing himself all

the way into her now slowly. When his cockhead hits the end of her anal canal, that's when Law let's out a low groan that mingles with April's moan. They both take a

moment to breathe, adjusting to this newfound pleasure they were both experiencing together.

'Shit she is so damn tight.' Law thinks to himself, beginning to move his hips against hers in a good rhythm as his hands remain in their places. His black hair falls over

his forehead, golden eyes watching as her body quivers due the pleasure she was receiving because of him. 'I can't cum yet it's too soon'

''L-Law--You feel so deep, s-so tight.'' April says through her moaning, trying to look back at him from her bent over pose.

Law moans along with her, he delivers a gentle spank to her rear and hears her moan louder. ''Mmh I know baby, god, you're really squeezing me.'' His rhythm gets faster,

delving even deeper into her rectum as pre-cum leaks out of his tip, signalling the excitement the Captain was feeling. ''Ngh dammit, April your noises--''

His girlfriend's noises were loud, filled with arousal and pure pleasure. Yet they were also so cute, so submissive and needy, least that's what Law thought. Law could feel

his body heating up, his heartbeat thumping away rapidly and sweat started to bead on his skin in places. He was losing control slowly, this pleasure felt intoxicating to

him, seeing his petite girlfriend take him like this, hearing her cry out in ecstasy for him; the rougher side of him practically itching to come out.

S-Sorry for being so l-loud.'' April tells him, mouth agape as she moans and takes in breaths. ''I-I don't want Bepo or s-someone to hear us.''

Law gives the girl a toothy grin, fingers squeezing her ass cheek. ''Let them hear, let them hear how good I am fucking you.'' In response to those filthy words coming from his mouth, April

whimpers before letting out a loud cry when he purposefully pulls all the way out just to slam back in again. ''Oh was that too much for you, dear?'' He teases, low groan coming out.

The room seems to fill with an air purely emitting lust and sex, the pairs noises echo together and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin is heard. Law is pounding away into her anal

cavity with little restraint at this point, grunting, moaning and spilling dirty words from his parted lips. One of his hands now had a fistful of her hair, forcing April's head back and giving him

a makeshift handle to continue the onslaught to her tight core while his other one remained on her plush ass. His dominant, rough side was out in full force and that showed in his current

actions and attitude. Meanwhile April was still being her submissive and meek self, constantly letting out these adorable whimpers and moans; white-knuckling the bedsheet below.

''Mmh Law, I-I am gonna cum!'' She cries out, eyes squeezing shut as she feels her whole body tremble, familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching. Law let's out a breath he didn't even know

he had been holding in, his black hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. He delivers a harsh, echoing slap to her ass cheek as he growls out a response from deep within his throat.

''That's it baby, cum all over my cock. Shit-- I-I'm close too!'' Law adds to the already intense session by reaching the hand down that was on her ass, to play with her clit that was swollen.

This proved to be the breaking point for the small girl, who cries out his name loudly in a high-pitched tone, powerful orgasm washing over her entire being. Juices squirt from her pussy

while her legs shake, soaking the sheet below. ''Oh f-fuck April-- Squirting for me now, eh?''

''C-Captain y-you are--'' April gets cut off by Law yanking her hair harder, earning a subtle yelp from her.

''Ngh gonna cum deep in you.'' He says huskily. ''Fill this tight asshole up, would you like that?'' All April can do is nod and that causes a cocky smirk to spread on his lips, he let's go of her

hair letting her head fall back on the bed and his other hand moves from her clit too. Both his hands grab her hips tightly, making sure he has a solid grip proceeding to relentlessly pound

her ass even more so than before, which neither of them thought possible. Law was chasing his own orgasm now, right on the peak of it, it wouldn't be long before he--

''S-Shit I'm cumming!'' Law roars out, squeezing her hips as he shoots hot, sticky strings of semen into her asshole. April feels it happen, the sensation of it was so incredible and she breaths

in and out heavily from her mouth. Law gives her a few final, slow thrusts before eventually pulling out of her and watching the white fluid seep from her, even using his thumb to part her ass

cheek to get a better look. ''Look at that baby, all filled with my cum. How dirty you are.''

April looks back at him, face burning red. ''T-That was a lot, babe.''

''Mmh it was, but you enjoyed it just as much as me, right?'' Law asks, catching his breath. April gives him a nod, confirming she did indeed enjoy it all. ''Good. I love you.'' He places a kiss

to her scarred back, making sure to press his lips to each scar he sees. ''Come on let's clean up and get a bath.''

After the two of them clean up the mess from their session and have that much needed soak in the bath together, they retreat back to his office and lay together in the bed wearing their

pyjamas. April nuzzles her smaller body up to him, one leg over his and one arm draped over his waist with her head buried in his neck. Law had one of his arms wrapped protectively

around her waist his other beneath his head on the pillow; both of them felt relaxed and comfortable right now. ''Maybe you should steal my anatomy books more often, eh?'' Law speaks in

a whisper-like voice, yet it was also teasing, he leans down to kiss her forehead.

April chuckles a little, moving her hand from his waist to his chin, grazing his goatee with her fingertips. ''Maybe I should.'' The two of them look at one another as they both smirk, leaning in

to share a kiss. After parting from it, they close their eyes and take in the peaceful atmosphere, savouring this moment together. All that Law can think about is just...

'When will she steal one of my books again?'

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[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Box Boy Universe Story: A Girl Called Spider Timeline: Early in Spider's time with her owner

Fitting [ First | Prev | Next ]

The dress, she understands. It's basically a tube, there's not much scope to get it wrong. She has to do the zip up at the front and then inch the fabric round her body, but it works. 

Lacey panties, too, make sense, as do the heeled sandals.

The remaining garment is more puzzling.

There’s not much to it, just a lot of white elasticated straps, and quite a lot of embroidered flowers.

She looks inside the package for help, and is relieved to find a photo included of a model wearing the… body cage, according to the heading. She files the term away for future reference. 

Okay, it’s skin tight so the dress is going to have to come off again…

Even with the photo for guidance, it takes her a good few minutes to figure out where all of her limbs are supposed to go, and another few to adjust all of the straps to her satisfaction so that they sit evenly across her body.

She feels a moment of pity for her duller fellow trainees, imagining them faced with similar garments and facing punishment for not being able to put them on correctly.

A final careful rotation in front of the full length mirror, and she feels… satisfaction? She looks good. The elastic hugs her form in all the right places. The flowers are beautiful.

They’re azaleas, she realises, and she can’t help but smile.

Dress back on – sucking in her stomach to get into it. Body cage straps readjusted after the awkward process of rotating the dress tugs them all out of position. And another twirl in front of the mirror.

The dress is white too, a strapless thing that hugs her body tightly to the hips, then flares into a skirt that spins out as she moves. At rest, the hem sits a couple of inches above her knees. The embroidered azaleas peek out above the neckline and below the hem, teasing what’s beneath. 

The white fabric isn’t sheer, but it’s just thin enough to show the faintest hint of the body cage beneath it – a ghost of the embroidered colours, faint lines where the straps rest over her skin.

She returns to her Owner’s office, waits for him to lift his eyes from the screen, then twirls for his approval.

“Good,” he says. Spider smiles and bats her lashes. Praise is good. Praise means safety.

“The fit could be better.” He purses his lips. “I underestimated your size. I thought you were smaller.” Nerves flutter in Spider’s chest. “If Sir would prefer me thinner,” she recites, “WRU are happy to provide advice on adjusting my diet.” Her owner scoffs. “I think buying a larger size would be easier and quicker, don’t you?” “Whatever you prefer, Sir.”

He spins her again, more slowly, with a hand on her shoulder. He slides a finger under the top hem at the side of her bust, then at the front. The pet wets her lips and arches her back very slightly, but he shows no interest in proceeding any further.

“How are the shoes?” he asks. “They’re beautiful, Sir.” Another scoff. “How is the fit? I want an honest answer. I don’t need you getting sores from badly fitted shoes.” “A little narrow,” Spider confesses, “Sir. At the front.” “Hmm.”

He takes one knee, to her surprise, and runs a hand over one foot. A little tweak of the leather straps where they meet the metal, and the fit loosens.

“Oh,” says Spider, embarrassed. “Thank you, Sir.” “Next time I’ll take you to have them fitted. If you convince me you can be trusted outside.” A little moue of hurt at the implied accusation. “I’ll be so good, Sir,” she promises. “We’ll see.”

[Next]

[rumor-weed]

Double Date(s)

((random plot generator drabble)) ((PetuniaXLarry)

Petunia felt an electric shock go through her body when she saw the note on the calendar. Interview with Larry-Boy.

She had scheduled the interview for the channel, put it on the calendar, and then proceeded to delete the information from her brain once she clocked out. This was how she ended up, two weeks later, calling Larry and asking him excitedly if he might go to the renaissance festival with her. Larry loved the jousts. They bonded over a shared love of the annual festival during her first movie, Duke and the Great Pie War, and she had finally worked up the nerve to invite him to go with her this year.

She didn’t have the heart to break the date, but she certainly couldn’t risk losing the interview. Larry-Boy was always so busy with crime-fighting, it was hard to get any time with him.

Her work cellphone rang, and she answered it quickly. “Hello?”

“Hey, ‘Tunia, I -”

“Larry? Why are you calling my work phone?”

“Your... what? Wait. Oh, shit - I mean - I thought this was your personal.”

“I never gave you my work phone number,”

“I... lost my contacts. New phone. Who this?”

“Larry.”

“I uh, had to look ya up,” Larry said. “This came up under your name, and... well, anyway. I um... well, I wanted to say... I um, I’m really lookin’ forward to the festival tomorrow and all -”

“Oh. Um... yeah, me too! I’ve been looking forward to it all week, and I don’t wanna -”

“I mean, we don’t gotta do it if you don’t wanna.”

“I do wanna! I very much wanna. But uh... I just... can’t decide,” she said, giving in when she realized she couldn’t bring herself to disappoint Larry. It had taken so long to work up the courage to even ask him out in the first place. “Should I dress up? Are you going to dress up?”

“Oh. Um, yeah. Yeah. Probably like, a pirate.”

“You and your pirates.” She said teasingly.

“You could be a pirate too. Like a couples costume. Uh, not that we’re - we’re not like, a couple-couple, but uh...”

Petunia’s cheeks turned the color of her namesake. “Yes! A pirate. I’ll do that. Thanks for making up my mind for me, Larry! I’ll uh... I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Wait -”

But Petunia hung up, her stomach twisting with knots and filling with butterflies. She calmed herself, took her phone, and dialed the number for Larry-Boy. She’d just ask if they could reschedule. Surely he’d understand.

The phone answered all too quickly, and a voice answered, somewhat deeply as if putting on a voice, “Uh, hello?”

“Larry-Boy, it’s Petunia Rhubarb, the news reporter? We had an interview scheduled, and -”

“Right. The interview. Um... truth is, I uh... I forgot. And scheduled some... crime-fighting that night.”

“You... scheduled your crime-fighting?” She asked, eyebrows narrowed. “I thought that was just... like, when you were needed.”

“I’m always needed. It’s a very dangerous... Bumblyburg is full of criminals, and crime. And criminals doing crime.”

“Well, um... I guess that works out, because I have... I have something too, and I had um... I had scheduled two things without thinking, and...”

“Phew. Well, I’m glad that works out for both of us.” Larry-Boy said, sighing in relief. “Because I gotta... I gotta fight that crime, ya know?”

“I mean, it’s very important,” she said, nodding solemnly. “When do you want to reschedule?”

“The day after tomorrow?” He suggested.

“That sounds like a good idea. I feel so bad. I was going to cancel my other plans, but I... the guy I like, he’s just so sweet, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.”

“Like?” The voice squeaked. “Like, like-like?”

“Oh. Um, yes. I - I guess,” she said with am embarrassed, soft chuckle. “It’s kind of like... the first time I’ve asked him out. But uh, the interview is super important, and I scheduled with you first, so -”

“Okaysoundsgreat, gottago and figure somethings out. Enjoy the renaissance fair! Bye!”

Petunia stood there in silence for a moment after he hung up, stunned. It took her a moment before she realized with faint amusement:

She had never mentioned the renaissance fair to Larry-Boy.

[oathofpromises]

"Are you even paying attention?" (Kijin to Hiroto, he's wearing one of his short skirt mayhaps 👀)

Hiroto was usually very focused on his surroundings, so for him to walk beside X’kijin and end up smashing into the pole was rather embarrassing. Rubbing his forehead, the white-haired male took a moment to try and gather his composure; already he could sense the white mage eyes lingering on his form. Would it be a lie to try and say he was okay despite the pounding headache he was now suffering? That's what he gets for letting his eyes wonder a little too much over X'kijin's current choice of outfit. The other was wearing a rather short skirt, so it left very little to the imagination. Placing a hand over his mouth, Hiroto took another deep breath.

'Are you even paying attention?'

Hiroto's ears shot up slightly at the statement; perhaps the other had already noticed how his eyes were wondering a bit too much during their walk. The two had only left the house to buy some ingredients for dinner. It shouldn’t have turned into anything bad but here he was tending to a bright red mark on his forehead. Slowly a faint flush spread across his face as they continued to walk back towards their house. How was the viper supposed to answer that without bluntly stating that he was so caught up staring at the others legs in that skirt?

“I got a little distracted,” Hiroto mumbled as he reached into his pocket and retrieved the key. He was attempting to conceal the fact that he wasn’t completely checking the other out particularly the white mage thighs. A part of Hiroto hoped, the other hadn’t noticed, but knowing X’kijin he had spotted that the moment the two left the house. Which meant the viper would be left to try and explain why he was so out of it himself.

It was a fact that X’kijin had a tendency to don skirts with many of his outfits, although this particular one appeared to be a bit shorter than the rest. Hiroto entered the kitchen and placed the bag of food on the counter. His ears flattened slightly, sensing X’kijin’s gaze fixed on him. It hadn’t wavered ever since he collided with that pole. Naturally, they attracted a few curious looks before hastily continuing on their way home.

Adding to the situation, Stella noticed Hiroto staring at X’kijin for an extended period the other day. She couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, playfully nudging him in the chest and remarking that it was perfectly fine to gaze at his own boyfriend. Hiroto felt a slight blush creep onto his cheeks, feeling a bit embarrassed that Stella openly referred to X’kijin as his boyfriend. Although they hadn’t been dating for very long, it was heartwarming to hear someone else acknowledge their relationship.

Just as Hiroto turned to say something to X’kijin, he couldn’t help but notice the mesmerizing way the skirt danced around his thighs as he turned. It captivated Hiroto, causing him to momentarily lose his train of thought. Biting his bottom lip, Hiroto playfully scooped X’kijin up over his shoulder before proceeding down the hallway. X’kijin, in response, jokingly commented about being able to walk himself, but his words were cut short as Hiroto gently tossed him onto the bed.

“You and that darn skirt... I swear, you’re well aware of the effect it’s been having on me all day. I can’t concentrate whatsoever when it's gracefully swaying around your waist. It leaves very little to the imagination."

Hiroto’s face turned slightly red as he reached up and covered his mouth with his hand. He knew that X’kijin wasn’t the type to flirt so openly, but that’s what Hiroto used to be like before he met him. Taking a deep breath, the taller man slowly laid down beside the raven-haired mage.

“I...uh, I apologize for running into the pole. I guess I was just distracted by your thighs. I always try to be a gentleman around you, but, well, I can’t help it. Whenever I see you, my mind just wanders,” Hiroto mumbled, turning slowly to brush some hair away from X’kijin’s face.

Why did he feel like a teenager right now? It wasn't like he hadn't slept with people before. Glancing at someone's body shouldn't cause such a reaction, but it did. Gently, he tugged X'kijin into his chest before tilting the others chins up towards his face. Leaning in, he pressed their lips together softly.

"But we are not leaving the house if you wear that particular skirt out, so unless you want to stay in all day and wake up sore the next morning, I suggest wearing something a tad longer," laughed Hiroto.

He was joking, of course; the other could wear whatever he wanted. That just meant that Hiroto would have to find some way to focus despite his mind wandering...which would be a challenge in itself considering how beautiful his boyfriend is. Not to mention the teasing from his own sister.

Reaching over Hiroto grabbed a pillow before turning and placing it over his own head. His tail wiggled slightly, as he tried to hide the bright flush appearing across his face.

[rafor]

Chapter 53 - Mysterious Night - The Glitch

A scream pierced the silence of the night. “Help! Help! I’m bleeding!” It was my voice, but I didn’t recognize it. I was trapped in a dream, a dream that faded from my memory as soon as I woke up. I tried to calm down and go back to sleep, but the terror lingered in my mind. I must have screamed again because I felt someone shaking me gently. It was Freya, who had climbed up to my hammock and was looking at me with concern. She didn’t say anything, but her presence was enough to make me realize that I was awake and safe. I managed to croak out, “Oh hi, something is wrong?” She nodded and said, “You were screaming in your sleep.” I felt embarrassed and apologized, “Oh really? Sorry. I didn't mean to.” But I couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that gripped me. She noticed my distress and asked, “Were you having a nightmare or something?” I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I remember nothing. I may have." Then a sudden surge of pain shot through my head and neck. I gasped and clutched my throat, wondering if this was still a dream or some kind of curse. She asked, “What hurts?” I said, “My head and neck, especially my neck.” She examined me carefully and said, “There’s nothing. It looks fine. There’s nothing wrong with your neck.” I said, “I don’t understand why, but it hurts.” She hypothesized and said, “Maybe it’s some leftover pain from today. Your neck looked terrible.” I frowned and said, “I don’t remember that. What happened?” She said, “You don’t remember that?” I shook my head and said, “Not really. What happened today after I lost the duel?” She said, “Really? You don’t remember anything? Not even when you shapeshifted to an earth dragon?” I said, “I remember that, but not much about before and after the duel that I lost.” She said, “Well, I’m already awake. I could tell you what happened. I saw everything.” She then proceeded to recount the events of the previous day. How Vexus had saved me from certain death and how I had acted like a drunk lover with Siveth, unaware of what I was doing or saying. It was a terrible story, and I felt guilty for hurting her feelings and making her uncomfortable. She forgave me, but I couldn’t forgive myself until I realized that it wasn’t my fault. I was under the influence of Erebus’, which had messed up my mind in an attempt to unlock some hidden power in me. He had failed, but so had I. The only thing that gave me some hope was that I had succeeded in shapeshifting into a new form. Now I felt like I could really become anything.

A violent storm raged through the night, unleashing its fury on the land. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it subsided into silence. The air was much colder than before, but I hardly felt it. I was used to harsher climates. I was drifting back to sleep when I heard a faint sound, like footsteps in the dark. I tensed up and held my breath, hoping it was nothing. But then I saw a shadow looming over me, and I blurted out, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Freya,” a familiar voice said softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I relaxed a little and said, “Oh hi! It’s okay. I heard you coming and woke up. Did I scream again in my sleep and wake you up too?”

She shook her head and moved closer to me. “No, you were quiet this time.”

I noticed she was shivering and asked, “Is something wrong? You look cold.”

She nodded and said, “I’m freezing. I don’t know why. It’s not even as cold as home.”

I felt sorry for her and offered, “Do you want some more blankets from me? I can handle the temperature.”

She hesitated and said, “I don’t think that would be enough. Can I sleep with you?”

I was surprised by her request, but I didn’t mind. “I think we’d be a bit tight, but yeah.”

With a childlike eagerness, she leaped into the hammock, seeking the comfort of my embrace. But the space was too cramped for both of us, and I tossed and turned restlessly. “I have an idea,” I said. “Can you get out for a moment?” She looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, “Sure, sorry.” She climbed out of the hammock and stood patiently. I quickly shifted my shape into that of an Earth Dragon and said, “There. Now you can sleep on me if you like.” She didn’t hesitate to curl up on my chest, and I smiled. “You’re not afraid of me in this form anymore, huh?” I asked. She giggled and said, “No, I can tell it’s you now.” I felt a warm glow in my heart and said, “Thank you. I'm happy that you're here with me.” She tried to wrap one of the blankets around us, but it was too small. I offered to use my wings to keep her warm, but they were too short. She noticed that and said, “Nah, those wings won’t do much.” I said, “Wait, I have another idea.”

With a flick of my mind, I altered the shape and texture of my wings. One became a soft plume of white feathers, the other a scaly membrane of dark leather. I asked her, “Which do you prefer? Angel wings or dragon wings?” She looked at me with a smile and said, “I think I’ll take the angel wings.” I obliged and reshaped both of my wings to match her preference. Then I whispered, “As you wish, my little queen,” and wrapped her in a warm embrace under my wings.

I felt her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. I could sense her emotions, and I asked gently, “Are you afraid? Do you not trust me?” She shook her head, trying to mask her anxiety. “No, I’m fine.” But I could see the truth in her wide and wary eyes. I gazed at her with my enormous orbs and said mournfully, “But you are afraid. I can tell that.” She bit her lip, then admitted, “Maybe a little. I’m sorry.” I reached out to stroke her softly, soothing her nerves. She relaxed, and then, with a playful glint in her eye, she said, “Oh, you’re so kind.” I smiled, grateful for her words. “Thank you. I appreciate that. You are very kind as well.”

She leaned in towards my face and whispered, “You are so exposed in this position. I could slice your throat with one swift motion.” I countered, “That’s an odd thing to hear from someone who is held in my embrace and has no escape unless I allow it.” She fell silent, and I softened my tone. “I’m only teasing. You have nothing to fear from me. You are safe under my wings.” She smiled and said, “I know I am. That’s why I adore you so much, Nox.” I felt a surge of affection and humor, and I said, “I feel the same way. Even though I could devour you whole like this,” and I moved my head closer to hers, giving her a sideways glance with one of my eyes to emphasize my size.

She gazed into my eyes and whispered, “But I know you’d never harm me. You’re my big, silly snakey.” I remained silent and slithered closer to her, signaling my desire to capture her. She sensed that, and then, wordlessly, we kissed. Our heads were mismatched in size, and I feared that my fangs might pierce her soft lips. It was a clumsy, awkward kiss, but it was filled with our love. She loved me even when I was in this dragon form. Even though it wasn’t my true one. She didn’t mind anymore. We broke our kiss, and I flicked my tongue in the air, savoring her scent. I said, “I can taste you, even without touching you.” She giggled and said, “Ahahha, me too.”

She shivered in my embrace, then relaxed. She was no longer cold and distant. She was warm and tender.

I also wrapped my arms around her and held her close, feeling her warmth and heartbeat. I whispered in her ear, “You’re my favorite fruit. Your flavor is unlike any other.” She smiled and kissed my cheek, saying, “I know, you can’t find another like me. And I can’t find another like you either. I’m one of a kind.”. As she spoke and we were neck-to-neck, I felt a surge of affection for her. She was so small, yet so curious and adventurous. “What are you doing?” I asked, amused by her attempts to mimic me. “Nothing, just checking if I can pierce your scales.” She answered, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, oh, you’re so wild.” I exclaimed, caressing her. “You started this. You’re wild.” She retorted, nuzzling my neck. She had a very weak point, so I chuckled and said, “Guess you’re right, ahah.”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. She had scratched me with her claws, drawing blood. Before I could react, she pressed her lips to the wound, kissing it gently. I gasped and said, “Oh, you’re like a little vampire. Do you really like my blood?” She lifted her head and smiled at me sweetly. “I like you for everything.” She said, then moved away from me, leaving me puzzled and intrigued by her actions. I watched her silently, wondering what she was up to next.

She nestled next to me. Her body curled around my head, and she peered over my shoulder. “Do you know that you’ve got some new marks here?” she asked, pointing at something I couldn’t see. “What? No, I can’t see behind there.” I said, puzzled. “You got more marks like the one under your eye, more V, and my same mark, again. Also, there’s a third one. I think it’s the mark of Akira.” she explained. “What? Why would I have her same mark?” I wondered aloud. “I don’t know. It’s just there.” She shrugged. She beat me to the punch as I was trying to hypothesize and said, “Maybe it’s something related to her using the light sword on you?” I nodded. “You know? That could actually make sense.” She attempted to remove it. I felt her claws prying at my scales, and I protested, “No, please don’t remove them. Leave them where they are.” But she ignored me. She sliced off the whole area, but then it grew back like before. The mark was still there. She sighed. “Oh well, I tried to remove it. It looks like I can’t help you with that.”.

With a playful leap, she landed on my head without harming herself, then rolled back onto my chest. She looked at me with a weary smile and said, “Ok, I’m tired now. Is there anything else you want to do before we try to sleep?” I shook my head and said, “I’m good. How about you?” She sighed and said, “I don’t have anything left to take. I just want to sleep with you.” I said, “Alright, then let me help you.” I wrapped her in my wings again and felt her relax in my embrace. In less than five minutes, she drifted off to sleep, but not before whispering, “I love you. Nox.” I didn’t say anything back but gently stroked her head. I was exhausted too, and I soon followed her into slumber.

Nothing happened during the night after that, until morning.

I was jolted awake by a strange noise in the early morning. So was she. She lay on top of me, feeling my heartbeat quicken and my breath grow ragged. I winced as a sharp pain shot through my head and neck, just like before. She looked at me with concern and whispered, “Are you scared of a little sound in the night, you big thing?” I tried to sound brave, but my voice trembled. “No, maybe not. It’s just this pain. It won’t go away.” She searched my eyes for a moment, then turned her attention to the noise outside. It sounded like footsteps getting closer to us. She tensed up and said, “Shh, be quiet.” I obeyed and held my breath for what seemed like an eternity. It was actually a whole minute without air. She breathed softly and peered through a gap in my wing feathers, scanning the surroundings. The noise stopped. She relaxed and said, “I think it’s gone now, whatever it was.” I asked her, “What do you think it was, so close to our village in the middle of the night?” She shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Maybe it was Canine or Siveth, one of them who woke up early.” I nodded and said, “That makes sense. It’s getting light outside. Morning is near.” We were both exhausted from the night of pain, love, and mystery. I drifted back to sleep as she murmured something in my ear. She soon followed me into slumber.

[wayne-loxley]

starter for @oliverlahnam

location ;; greystone complex ~ 5am

Wayne Loxley is a man who owns three phones, two of which are burners used for business. They tend to never ring, simply because those who are given the number know that Wayne doesn't enjoy playing with his (“precious”) time.

However, when they do ring, it always excites Wayne. Well, it usually does until he noticed who was calling and what they were talking about. Now he was just, meh. The excitement from seconds before quickly fading and became nothing by the time Wayne arrived at the Greystone Complex, the second most affordable housing in Roswell, New Mexico. While Wayne has nothing against the complex or the housing price, he didn’t want to particularly be here. Especially if he could be at home, drinking and watching movies.

Oh well, he’ll suck it up.

"The things I do.” Wayne mumbled, shaking his head as he removed a small item from his blazer. He fumbled it in his palms for a bit before he eventually pulled out the dingy sticks of metal. It’s been a hot minute since he picked a lock yet— skills like that don’t just disappear forever. Instead they become something as familiar and comfortable like the back of your hand. “C’mon—”

The words of personal encouragement fall dead, his hands becoming still with it… The moment the metal hit the cheap doorknob, the door squeaked to a small open. It caused a second of fear to pour over the lawyer, leaving him to stand and think about what to do next. He knows the police aren't quite active here, nonetheless existing, so there's no use in calling. And it’d be too much of a risk to wait to see if anyone comes out or goes in…

'Dammit.ʼ Wayne shakes his head, making up the dumb decision and acting upon it; entering the complex, that is. It’s definitely something incriminating, especially if a neighbor happens to appear and catch Wayne – a stranger to them – entering someone's home.

Frowning at the crying hinges, Wayne manages his way into the home. The smell of takeout smacking his nose as he used the bottom of his shoe to close the door. It’s not the smartest choice but it’s the best if he wants to avoid letting a possible burglar escape.

After a couple of seconds, Wayne ‘equipped’ himself with a frying pan – using a handkerchief to hold it – before stepping further into the place. Luckily, it was quite bare. The furniture was small, hard to hide behind and easy to see around. There were things laying around but a quick flick of his shoe showed there was nothing. All that was left in the living room was a 'pile of clothes,' in the far right corner…

Taking a deep breath, Wayne lifts the pan over his head, sticking out his left leg to allow his shoe to nest under the pile.

“Alright—” He bounces on his right leg.

“One…”

“…”

“—twothree!” The clothes fly, Wayne blindly strikes. “dammit.” He winced, letting out a curse with it as he drops the frying pan… There was a stool, holding the clothes. The surface mixed with the force of the frying pan made an aggressive vibration which didn’t work well with his hand. The tingling making the fingers ache faintly as Wayne rubs the center of his palm…

At least it wasn’t Oliver.

As Wayne was about to retrieve his weapon, the feeling of something hitting his leg caused him to slightly jump… It wasn’t until the thing squirmed off that he proceeded what it was.

A hamster, in a ball.

“You can’t be serious.” He mumbled, watching as the little creature scurried around. There was a faint mention of a hamster in a conversation forever ago but, Wayne never got the honor of meeting it. Not like he favors the little, rodents, much… “Alright, your serious.”

Wayne sighs, defeat withering over his sore shoulders. He wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or just plain out disappointed. He couldn’t even explain his emotions at this moment, too overwhelmed and focused on watching the pet ram its little car against a door, the bedroom door. It was open but seemed to be stuck on something— to be honest, Oliver probably walked into the thing and broke it. That's just the luck he has.

With an excruciating breath, Wayne approached the bedroom, carefully bashing his shoulder into the door to force it open. It was darkness that welcomed him, along with the shape of a body cuddled under a heavy blanket.

—Now Wayne really regrets answering the call.

“Okay,” He huffed, shaking his shoulders to get everything going again. “Time to get up, asshat.” He then rips the blanket off Oliver, ignoring the new half-asleep sounds of protest. The drapes of the room flew open shortly after, the sun smacking Oliver straight in the face and filling the room with the much-needed light.

[adoracora-elizabeth]

When life interrupts, chapter 4

Cora went into the kitchen, Robert stayed behind in the living room. He walked up to the bookcase. There were a decent number of books, and Robert loved the variety. He saw Karin Slaughter, John Grisham, Stephen King, Santa Montefiore, Virginia Woolf, J.R.R Tolkien, Jane Austen, Oscar Wilde, and so many more. He was intrigued by her variety of writers. He picked up a book called Little Woman from Louisa May Alcott, and it was clearly read.

“That is one of my favourites.” Cora’s voice sounded behind Robert.

Guilty Robert put the book back on the shelf. “I am sorry for being nosy.”

Cora stepped closer. “I do not mind.” She took the book in her hands and stroke with her hand over the cover.

Robert saw her eyes soften, and he could see the memories going through her head. “Did you read this one often?”

Cora went back in time in her memory.

***

‘Time for bed, young lady.’

Cora got tucked in by her dad. He always read to her, before going to sleep, from Little Woman.

“Let Marmee think we are getting things for ourselves, and then surprise her. We must go shopping tomorrow afternoon, Meg. There is so much to do about the play for Christmas night,” said Jo, marching up and down, with her hands behind her back and her nose in the air. Isidor closed the book. “And now it is time to sleep.” He bent down and kissed Cora on her forehead.

***

Robert watched how Cora drifted away, she was staring at the book. When he saw tears forming in her eyes, he softly touched her arm. “Can I help you in the kitchen?” He tried.

Cora looked up, and she gave Robert a faint smile. She loved the memories of her dad, but at the same time, they made her sad. He had left them too early. “I thought we could have an easy dinner. I put a pizza in the oven, I don’t think either of us will eat much after that exquisite lunch.”

“You are right. We could hop in the supermarket for some dessert?”

“I have some cake left, I baked yesterday and some fresh cream we can whip?” Cora put the book back on the shelf.

“Perfect.” Robert followed Cora to the kitchen. He felt perfectly at home, being here together with Cora. He should tell her about the plans Violet has for him. But not tonight. Tonight was a night to enjoy each others company.

They ended up eating only half of the pizza but still decided to make the dessert.

Cora turned the mixer on to whip up the cream. Suddenly, she felt Robert’s hands on her hips. It made her jump, and the mixer came out of the bowl, and Cora got covered in cream.

Robert started belly laughing and tried to say sorry, but his words got stuck in his laughter.

Cora wiped the cream of her face when Robert took her hand to stop her. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the cream off. He then proceeded to kiss her face clean. Cora felt a bit embarrassed at first, but as soon as she felt Robert’s lips on her skin, she relaxed. What a wonderful feeling this was.

Robert turned Cora towards him and pushed his hands in her lower back to pull her closer. He kissed her on the lips, Cora wrapped her arms around him. Her hands rested on his bottom. He felt her fingers squeezing him. She pushed her body even closer to his. Robert’s mind started spinning. He was here at Cora’s place, kissing her again. From the living room, he could hear the tunes of ‘Wasn’t expecting that – Jamie Lawson’ he started moving on the beat and Cora moved with him.

Cora moved her hand to Robert’s shoulder when he started dancing. She leaned her head against his other shoulder and soaked up his warmth and smell. She recognized the scent as being Blue the Chanel. She could smell some lemon, nutmeg, and peppermint.

When the song ended, Robert took Cora’s face in his hands. “Thank you for this dance, Milady.”

Cora smiled up at him. “The pleasure was all mine.”

“Oh, was it?” Robert teased Cora.

Cora got on het tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. “Yes, it was.” Softly she bit his lower lip.

Robert wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up. Cora’s legs wrapped around him, and he walked her towards the wall. He moved his kisses to her neck and got aroused when she laid her head in her neck to give him better access to her skin. He needed both hands to hold her up, but his mouth lowered to her chest.

“We should go upstairs.” Cora moaned.

Robert stopped his kisses. “Are you sure?” He didn’t even know why he asked because it was all he could think of since they entered her home. But he wanted to be the decent man and not suggest it. Now Cora had done it, she paved the way.

“Yes, silly, of course I am sure.” Cora said with a slightly annoyed undertone. She knew Robert wanted more, but he was too much of a gentleman to go for it so soon. Even though they barely knew each other. What could you know about the other person on the third date. But from the moment she kissed him this afternoon, she knew she wanted him.

+++

Cora’s fingers played with Robert’s chest hair, her head resting on his upper arm. Her leg was between his, her calve was itching, but she did not want to move. She felt his fingers stroke the skin on her shoulder. He had shown her what heaven was just now. She was all rosy and content.

Robert pressed his nose in Cora’s curls. He had never felt so complete with a woman. Everything that happened fitted perfectly. He had been a bit insecure about what she would like, but soon they moved in the same rithem, and he would have loved it if it had never stopped. The way her chest moved up and down, how she had felt around him, magical. He felt a little bit guilty. He should tell her about his plans. “Cora?” He started, but as an answer, there was a very soft “Hmmm. ” he felt her breathing slowing down. She clearly was falling asleep. “Never mind, sleep tight.” He pulled up the duvet and tried to sleep himself. Cora’s hand on his chest, he slow puffs of air that she was blowing against his chest made it hard to fall asleep. He did not want to miss any of this feeling. Tomorrow he needed to talk with his mother, maybe they could change the plans.

[sassykattery]

A Divine Triad, Pt. 2

Welcome to Part 2 of "A Divine Triad." This chapter is pure smut so if you would like to skip it, you can read until the pink asterisk, and then you won't miss anything important to the story.

CW: MC is afab, she/her pronouns used, filthy smut, f! receiving penetrative and oral, profane language, daddy dom, sub+brat reader, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, graphic description of male and female genitalia, overstimulation, choking, creampie, use of words: daddy, slut, sinner, good girl

*=smut scene coming

Themes: Sex, smut, LuciferxMC

Characters: Lucifer, MC="You"

Minors and Ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

When you two were sure Asmo and Mammon were gone, you started giggling. You lightly smacked his chest.

"How dare you! That was embarrassing!" you said between giggles.

"I know and you were very cute," he replied, mischief dancing in his eyes. "But you seemed to have joined in on the joke too."

"I had to get them to leave somehow," you stated playfully.

Lucifer sighed, "Unfortunately, yes." He proceeded to peak his head around yours and look down your body, then back to your face. "I'm not opposed to keeping you like this, though, or a round two," he said with a grin.

"Mm, I'm tempted, but I do believe someone really will kick down the door if we do, and then what?" you mused aloud.

"I suppose we could just keep going like the scene I witnessed in Asmo's bathroom," Lucifer replied in annoyance but also in amusement. You blushed at the thought of that. He noticed and inquired to it, "What? You don't want an audience?" he teased.

"Surely not when it's your brothers walking in on us!" you gasped. Lucifer chuckled.

"Maybe they'd learn their lesson," he replied.

"I think I would rather die," you retorted. Lucifer's face fell when you said that, no longer finding the humor in the present moment. You noticed this change and said, "I don't mean literally die. I'd die of embarrassment, metaphorically."

Lucifer's expression still didn't budge. Even after all this time, your death is something he wouldn't allow himself to think about, at least not in grave detail or for more than a moment, nor would he let others entertain it in his presence. Your life was sacred and a treasure to him, and the thought of it ending was too much for him. If he could guarantee your life to be everlasting, he would be far happier.

You remembered something. "Lucifer," you said, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked up at you once more.

"Yes, dove?"

"You said something earlier," you replied.

"And what was that?" Lucifer inquired.

"Well, I want to tell you something first," you said with a smile tugging at your lips. He waited patiently for you to say whatever was on your mind.

Leaning down and hovering your lips just over his, you whispered, "I love you too," and before he could say anything you captured his lips with yours. Too many thoughts were racing in his mind as your words echoed in his mind. He realized he had said that mid-coitus, but he did in fact mean it.

Once you pulled away, Lucifer pulled you back in for another kiss, putting his hands on the sides of your head. He released your lips and looked you over, "Really?" he whispered, still holding your head.

"Yes, really," you replied with a small smile. He suddenly used his strength to flip you over so that you were now on your back, and he held himself over you with his arms on either side of your head. You gasped and watched him with wide eyes.

*"You don't know how happy you've made me, MC," he said in a low voice. He touched his forehead down to yours. Your hands made their way to his waist, and you tugged. Lucifer laid himself flush on top of you so now you could have the turn with a demon for a weighted blanket. The two of you held each other for a little bit, until you noticed something hard poking you in the thigh.

"Lucifer," you whispered. He held himself up again and looked at you, another faint tinge of blush crossing your cheeks and your eyes glazed with lust. You spread your legs out and gently grabbed a hold of his now-throbbing cock, slowly stroking it. A hiss escaped his lips and his eyes trailed down to where your hand was working him.

He watched for a moment, licking his lips, and then grabbed your hand that was on his cock. He kissed your inner wrist while making eye contact and stretched your arm over your head. Leaning on that arm, he grabbed your other arm with his free hand and also brought it above your head. Without much assistance, he brought his hips down and slid right into your dripping entrance, all the way to the hilt.

"Ah, Luci," you called out to him in a breathy moan.

"You're going to be good for me, right dove?" he growled at you. You gasped.

"I'll be good," you whimpered. He then started rocking his hips, causing his dick to rub deep inside your core over and over in the same sweet spot, and it quickly became overstimulating for you. Your hips worked against you and rocked in sync with his, deepening his penetration and hitting even sweeter spots inside.

"Pl-please, Luci," you cried out. He smirked.

"You said you'd be good for me," he replied. "Is this too much?" he teased, burying himself with a harsh thrust causing you to sob.

"I-I can't-" you stammered. Giving in to you, he finally shifted back, now delivering full, deep strokes so he could feel every inch of your quivering pussy that made the most delicious wet sounds. The feelings of overstimulation were fading, now being replaced with ecstasy as you desperately clenched at his cock with each withdrawal. Slowing his thrusts, he was much more precise and methodical. He watched your expression as you savored how he filled you completely and took it away, but you loved every second of feeling his dick stroke your insides.

Very suddenly, he withdrew from you. You immediately popped your head up and glared at him. With a deep smirk, he lowered himself down to plant kisses down your chest, stomach, and backing all the way down to your dripping sex. While keeping eye contact with you, he lowered his mouth to your slick lips, giving a feather-light kiss that elicited a gasp from you. His hands pushed on your thighs to spread them for him, squeezing the innermost part of them. You blushed furiously as he continued to hold your gaze, sending his tongue to attack your clit. This caused you to jolt and squirm, but his hands, now placed on your hips, held you in place.

He hummed against your clit, the vibrations causing your breath to hitch while unbridled pleasure circulated in the depths of your core. One of his hands broke from its grip on your hip to slip two fingers into your entrance effortlessly.

"Ah! Ahh, wait-" you whimpered, unable to get a hold of yourself in the moment. You brought one of your hands to cover your mouth in embarrassment. Something in the way he looked up at you from in-between your thighs, knowing just how to drive your desire up the wall, it made you wild and flustered.

Just then, he started pumping his fingers with a slow pace that quickly escalated, making your whimpers turn into repeated sobs and pleas, for what you didn't know, because the corners of your mind were falling away into nothing but the thought of reaching for that orgasm nearing. Lucifer admired your writhing body, how there were plumes of red all over, the heat of your skin was searing into his wherever he touched you.

Your walls started to crash and tighten against his digits, and your face was contorted in pleasure, hips bucking into his ministrations. Lucifer knew you were close, and he drove you to it as his tongue dove to mercilessly swipe at your clit repeatedly. Just as you were on the precipice, he quickly removed his mouth and fingers from your core, and with what seemed like lightning speed to you he crawled back up your body to sink his cock into once more, to finish what he started.

His cock filled you back up and endlessly kissed your sweetest spots over and over. Your body was tensing up and you simply couldn't handle it anymore.

"Please, Luci-" you whined. "I need you closer," you said while reaching around his back to pull him to you. He complied and laid flush against you, his hands gripping the pillow behind your head. You brought your hands back to sink under his, so that you were holding hands with your fingers interlaced. Lucifer's lips found yours once more and went to war with your tongue in desperation. His hips were slamming into yours, going faster and faster, bullying his dick into your pussy.

Your scream never made it past his mouth as the shockwaves of pleasure hit you. One. Two. Three. They wouldn't stop. The pulsations were so intense your hips bucked upward into Lucifer's, much to his own surprise, and he pulled his lips away to press his mouth into your ear.

"Oh, fuck that feels good. Cum on my cock, darling. I want to hear you scream for me. Tell everyone who makes you feel so good," he whispered. His hot breath tickled your neck, his words driving you higher, further adding to the convulsions that racked through your whole body. Only his name escaped your lips in a drawn-out string of moans at a high volume, but to you it was a distant echo compared to the roaring in your ears.

Hearing this sent Lucifer over the edge as well, and he groaned his own strings of "Oh fuck" over and over as he continuously rammed his dick inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. But he wasn't done, not yet. Lucifer wanted you to be absolutely fucked out and past the point of no return. He kept ramming into your gushy pussy and pulled up to look at you in a state of pure bliss.

In your mind, you realized he wasn't stopping, and the orgasm wasn't faltering like it normally did. The waves of ecstasy refused to quit crashing into you as he pressed your spongey buttons with the head of his cock. When he did this, fucking you way past the point you could normally handle, that carnal piece of you crept out from the depths of your soul; that part that only he drew out.

Your eyes flew open in shock as you reached another height, only to see Lucifer fucking you in his demon form. He knew that when you reached this point, it brought out something in him too. It was that desire to consume you entirely, to have your body and soul only be his, combined with the desire to give you everything you want: it was his demonic nature.

He removed himself from you and flipped you over. You pushed your head into the pillow and chest to the mattress while holding your ass in the air, knees digging into the mattress.

"Good girl," he growled at you, knowing you knew exactly what to do. He grabbed your ass and squeezed it hard. He lined himself up to you and rutted his hips into your ass, causing you to moan into the pillow as he filled your cunt back up. The new sensations that came from this position made your core flutter against his cock, savoring how he precisely and perfectly fucked you.

"Mm, give me your arms," he demanded. You held them back and he bent them into a hold behind your back with one hand. He yanked on them, causing you bring your torso up so your back was flush with his chest. His other hand grasped your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck. Your moans were choked out by his grip, causing your pussy to become even wetter, all while he still relentlessly running his cock through you.

He chuckled into your ear and nibbled on it before saying, "I can't hear you. Let Daddy know how much you love this, my little dove." He relinquished the hold on your throat in favor of sending his hand down to massage one of your breasts, rolling your nipple in-between his fingers.

You moaned out, "I love this so much Daddy, please k-keep going."

"Mm, you do love my cock, don't you? Tell me you do," he grunted, tightening his grip on your arms. A half-smile crossed your lips knowing the Avatar of Pride wanted to hear you stroke his ego.

"I love your cock, it makes me feel so good, Daddy. Don't stop fucking me, I love it so much. You always know exactly what I like. I just want to be your little slut," you called out to him.

That wicked smile of yours grew deeper when you felt him tense up behind you upon hearing your delicious words. As much as he knew exactly what you liked, you paid attention to him as well. Both of you saying things that'd never cross your lips in any other setting, only with each other, simultaneously stroking both your egos.

He nearly went feral hearing you speak like that, just one more push and you would be demolished by this demon, and you knew it with the way his movements were becoming erratic and less precise. He snapped and said in a tense whisper, "Easy, dove. I'll break you if you keep talking like that."

You were close to another release, and you knew you were reaching your limits as your body was weakening with emotional and physical exhaustion. Lucifer felt you melting as well. Your moans turned to sobbing whines.

"Please Daddy! Make me your little slut and break me. I just want to cum on your cock, you're so good at fucking me. Please, please, please!" you cried out.

Lucifer groaned, released your arms, and pushed you forward back onto the mattress and laid on top of you as he fucked into you as hard as he could allow without hurting you too much. The pillow in your face muffled your screams of powerful orgasmic pleasure and absorbed your tears. He buried his face into the top of your shoulder and bit into your soft flesh, muffling his low cries of his own orgasm, with his hands digging into your waist. Together, you both found your release and writhed, bodies melding together in mutual euphoria.

There you both lay, a mess of sweat, heat, and ragged breaths. The sight of you two would've made for a beautiful painting: the two sinners laid out, the fallen angel and former pride of the heavens in his demon form, on top of a human, the object of all his desires and one he would willingly fulfill all of their whims, while they wandered into cosmic limbo post-orgasm.

*After a minute, Lucifer could still feel you trembling and what felt like sobbing beneath him. He withdrew and got to his knees, so he was no longer directly on top of you.

"Darling?" he called out to you. He grabbed your shoulder and gently pulled you to lay on your back. Tears streamed down your face, but you looked absolutely exhausted. He used a thumb to wipe away your tears. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" his voice was laced with deep concern.

You shook your head and gave a weak smile to try and let him know you were fine. "I'm fine, it was just a lot," you whispered.

"Can I do anything for you?" he asked while sweeping the hair off your face.

You smiled again, or tried to, and said, "Can we just cuddle for a while?" He nodded and laid to one side at an angle, and pulled you into his embrace, and he let his wings fall and relax on the two of you, acting as a shield from the rest of the world.

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