#and what is this brattiness from rain? hello?

[forlorn-crows]

Rain getting fucked with a monster dildo and mountain walks in on him, watching him?

oh anon. sweet, sweet anon. you're getting a treat tonight.

i had a little too much fun with this one

Mountain watches him from the doorway, the heavy wooden thing cracked open just a sliver. From his angle, he can see Rain on his bed, lasciviously fucking himself with a dark purple toy. It’s a large one, spiraled and tentacle-like. Mountain watches as he slides it in and out, matching the twisting movements over the length of his cock. He can see it shining with precum, even in the dim evening light.

It’s hot. But he can’t help the pang of jealousy—Envy? Possessiveness?—that hits him in the chest. He palms himself over his jeans, hissing at the contact.

“Oh fuck, Mountain.”He freezes, hand still over his clothed cock. “I can—ah—smell you in the—mmpf—h-hallway.”

Mountain steps into his room and shuts the door behind him. “What’s this, tadpole?”

Rain turns his head lazily in his direction, thighs clamping together to keep the toy fully inside him while he reaches a sticky hand out to the earth ghoul, still pumping his cock with the other. Mountain steps close to him but doesn’t take his hand. Rain lets it hang limp.

He looks up at Mountain, mouth parted. “Cirrus gave me a new toy.” He looks at Mountain’s crotch, smiling at the bulge in his pants. “I like when you watch me,” he says quietly, breath hitching when he shifts his hips.

“It’s big.”

Rain nods, eyes fluttering shut as he teases the tip of his cock.

“Bigger than me?”

The water ghoul shakes his head and opens his legs, silently inviting Mountain to see for himself.

“Hm,” he thinks. He runs a finger down Rain’s body, from the end of his chin all the way down to the base of the toy. Rain whimpers as Mountain presses on it. He feels a little devious, mean even. “Pretty close. I’m not enough for you?” he says with an edge, raising a brow. His eyes trace a line back up to Rain’s face, who’s blushing a deep violet—almost as purple as the toy he’s fucking himself with.

But he’s not shy. “You don’t have a tentacle for a dick,” he says, a little brattiness rising to the surface. Oh, but that really gets Mountain going.

“Maybe not. But I can fuck you better than you’re doing by yourself.”

“Mmpf—s-show me.”

Mountain chuckles darkly. “Sure, raincloud.” He grasps the base of the dildo and pulls slowly, each inch shining with slick as it reveals itself. Now that he’s closer, Mountain can see the swirls of indigo that run throughout the silicone, curling around the molded suckers that spiral from base to curled tip.

“Perfect for a horny water devil, hm?”

Rain whines as the tip grazes his prostate on the way out, making him twitch. “’S nice, yeah.”

Mountain sets the toy aside. He looks down at Rain, taking in the sight beneath him; the wet little tendrils of hair stuck to his forehead, the glint of small white fangs poking into his bottom lip, the slick coating his inner thighs, and the violet tinge to his skin, from the tip of his ears to the tip of his cock, which was still appearing and disappearing in Rain’s fist.

Mountain can’t hide the way his cock kicks in his jeans. He palms himself again as he tugs Rain to sit on the edge of the bed. He nudges Rain’s knees apart, sliding between his legs and towering over him. Mountain tips his chin up, admiring the adoration and need on the water ghoul’s face.

“You’re so pretty. Pliant. Aren’t you?” Mountain leans down to kiss him, licking into Rain’s mouth hungrily. Rain moans into his mouth and clutches at Mountain’s shirt. He’s trying to pull Mountain on top of him, pull him onto the bed with him so he can take him like he always does.

But Mountain isn’t having any of that.

“No, no.” He pulls away and rises to his full height once more. He puts a hand on Rain’s shoulder. “On your knees. Want to fuck that pretty throat.” Rain whimpers, swallowing thickly.

He takes one step back, then another. Rain’s hands grab the air as he disentangles himself from the water ghoul. “And you’re going to watch.” He beckons him over to the large, gold-framed mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

Rain rises on shaky legs, slinking over to Mountain and the mirror. His cock is hard and leaking between them, and Mountain can’t resist giving it a quick squeeze, right at the base. Rain keens, knees threatening to buckle.

Mountain leans into him, hand dipping lower. “Knees,” he purrs into Rain’s ear, pressing his fingers into his taint.

Rain’s legs really do give out at that, and he drops down in front of the earth ghoul. He presses his face into Mountain’s crotch, mouthing over his fly. Mountain cards his fingers into his hair and closes his hand, gripping lightly. The pressure is nice, but the way Rain drools over the fabric is nicer. He rocks his hips into his face, just to enjoy the debauched look already settling there.

Mountain pulls him off his crotch so he can free his cock from beneath the fabric. He unzips his jeans and pulls the elastic of his underwear just past his balls; he doesn’t disrobe any further, not for this.

Rain is back on him in an instant, mouthing over his length with his wet tongue. He laves against the underside, moving upwards to flick his tongue against the frenulum. Mountain growls and grabs his hair again, pulling him off. A string of saliva follows him, connecting tongue to tip.

“You’ll take what I give you, tadpole.” Rain’s eyes go wide, and he nods, almost imperceptibly. Mountain drops his hair and the water ghoul sinks back down a fraction of an inch.

Mountain traces his parted lips with the tip of his cock, not missing how a bead of precum catches on Rain’s tongue. The earth ghoul groans and turns his head to watch himself in the mirror.

Rain is a picture of debasement with his eyes just barely open, showing only a sliver of white and the bottom half of his pond green irises. His hands rest atop his quivering thighs, cock drooling onto the floor between them. Rain just lets Mountain smear his cock wherever he wants: around his lips, down his cheek, across his jaw. And it’s really fucking hot. It nearly makes Mountain forget he’s a little bit mad at the water ghoul.

He keeps his gaze on the mirror. “Open,” he says lowly, eyes fixed on Rain’s mouth. He opens obediently, tongue lolling out and waiting. His fingers dig into his thighs, leaving crescent moon marks in the flesh. Mountain bites back a fuck just starting to form on his lips as he pushes in.

Rain’s mouth is always nice—cool and wet, just like the rest of his body. Mountain looks back down at his actual figure, watching as he takes and sucks on the first half of his length.

“Yeah, take it all. Wanna make you a mess,” Mountain mutters, thrusting shallowly. He returns his hand to the back of Rain’s head, resting the other on the small of his own back. Rain moans in the back of his throat, drool already escaping from the corners of his mouth.

Mountain pushes in further. “More. That’s it,” he coaxes, smoothing the hair off his forehead absentmindedly.  Tears are streaming from his eyes now; Mountain knows it’s not from discomfort, just another way he lives up to his water ghoul nature.

“You’re being so good, Rainy,” he praises, any anger now effectively dissolved. Rain just whines through his nose, taking him deeper. Mountain looks back in the mirror, groaning at the sight. “Touch yourself. Let me see.”

Rain lifts a shaky hand to his cock, jolting at the touch and sinking further onto Mountain’s cock.

“Oh fuck, look at you. Look at yourself.”

He does, eyes fluttering open and craning sideways. Rain moans immediately, eyes rolling back into his skull as he jerks himself faster, suddenly desperate.

“That’s good, fuuuck, that’s good,” Mountain groans. He’s panting, infatuated with their reflection.

Rain takes him as deep as he can go, the head of his cock visibly going down and past the back of his throat. He doesn’t know how he does it without breaking his jaw, gagging, anything. But he doesn’t wonder for long, because Rain is constricting his throat around him, swallowing him down. It’s completely sinful and he can’t hold back the sudden rush of pleasure that it sends straight to his gut; his eyes are rolling and he’s cumming with a surprised shout, hot spurts sliding down Rain’s tight throat.

“Oh fuck Rain you—seven hells,” he says, voice cracking. Rain’s milking him through it, not backing off. His eyes are squeezed shut tight, eyebrows upturned, cheeks and lashes wet with streaks of tears. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Mountain chants, breath completely stolen from his lungs. Vaguely, he registers Rain’s hand flying over his own cock, jerking himself with fervor, frantic and wanton.

Rain lets out a strangled cry as he spills over his hand, spurts of cum dripping onto the floor. Mountain pulls out before Rain can accidentally clamp down on him. The water ghoul swallows and sucks in a breath, ragged and gasping.

“Mountain, oh, oh Lucifer unholy Father,” he coughs out, folding over himself and resting his forehead against the earth ghoul’s hip. “Wow, oh fuck,” he huffs, chest heaving.

“Unholy shit, Rain,” Mountain mutters. He pets his head, tracing around his horns. “That was . . .”

“You,” Rain laughs suddenly, the noise bubbling out of his throat, “you need to spy on me more often.”

[sunshinevanfleet]

karma - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hello! i'm gifting you all some enemies to lovers jake smut <3. i worked really hard on this one so i hope it's okay. this one is college!au jake. it's not edited so pls forgive me for any silly mistakes. also if you're sensitive to bullying (not really but? if you squint) then pls don't read. ok love u all!!!

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), enemies to lovers

word count: 4.6k

summary: the reader is locked out of her dorm room late at night, with no way inside. her only escape is the man she can't stand, jake kiszka.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, explicit sex scenes, etc.

Karma sure was a bitch. 

Sitting in the hallway floor of your dorm building, well past 2 AM on a Wednesday morning, you were beginning to wonder what you did to deserve this. Soaking wet from the rain, missing a shoe, and locked out of your dorm room, you were pleading with every force in the universe for your roommate to somehow miraculously return early from Spring Break to let you into the room. Your phone and keys were locked in the bar that you and your friends left hours before, and you were effectively locked out until you could get in touch with the housing office in the morning. What a wonderful time to be alive. 

You debated it in your head; maybe it was the time you laughed at your roommate for falling down the stairs. Or when you refused to give your brother twenty dollars for gas money. Most prominent in your thoughts, though, was when you’d become fed up with your neighbor and hammered on his door to scream at him over the endless noise he made day-in and day-out. Maybe if you had a smidge more patience, you would be able to knock on his door and at least ask for a towel, considering he was the only other person on your floor that stayed at school for break. 

A heavy sigh departed your lips as you shifted, leaning your head back against the wall. You closed your eyes, though it did little against the fluorescents in the hallway. A headache pulsed dully at your temples, your mouth dry and your limbs starting to ache after the long walk back to campus. Sitting here, abandoned and helpless was its own unique form of torture. You knew your out. The door beside yours stood there, the thin wood taunting you in its frame. The man behind it, Jake Kiszka, was your natural enemy. The complete and utter bane of your existence. It wasn’t only that he was a pest of a neighbor– fucking and shouting and playing music at all odd hours– he was also argumentative, arrogant, and an absolute fuckboy.

Even before you’d marched to his door and practically beat a hole in it, his reputation preceded him. The amount of girls in your lectures you heard whispering about him was unbelievable. He was the campus heartbreaker. True that he was fantastically attractive, and a talented musician. But from what you heard, and experienced��� he was a complete asshole. You’d had your share of questionable interactions with him, and wanted absolutely nothing at all to do with Jake Kiszka. 

The last hour sitting in the hallway gave you plenty of time to think over your situation. It was hard to believe that you weren’t getting your divine retribution. Your only escape from sitting in this misery for the next six hours was the guy you absolutely despised. As you sobered up, you understood clearly that you were being bullheaded. Bratty. Stubborn. Wouldn’t it be worse to have to grovel at Jake’s feet?

As you were weighing your options, the sound of footsteps jostled you from your thoughts. You peeled your eyes open, blinking at the brightness as they adjusted. Standing before you was exactly the person you didn’t want to see. Jake peered at you, lifting an eyebrow as he examined your disheveled frame crumpled on the floor. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding halfway concerned. 

You laughed humorlessly, running a hand over your face. You refused to meet his eyes, instead focusing in on his booted feet. You were sure you were being punished now. This was no coincidence that you were literally at his feet, having to ask for help.

“I’m locked out,” you muttered, voice bitter. “Left my fucking phone and keys at some shitty bar. What are you doing?” 

The challenge in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. The corner of his mouth quirked up, a flash of amusement flickering behind his dark eyes. He took a step back, leaning against the wall across from you. His arms flexed as he crossed them over his chest, muscles stretching beneath the skin. You tore your eyes away. 

“It’s spring break,” he said, as if that explained it all.

“Hmmm,” you said, nodding. “Off fucking some sorority sister, then?”

Antagonizing him was the last thing you should be doing right now. You were actively aware of that, and didn’t care. A dark chuckle left his lips. 

“What’s it to you?”

You shrugged. “Just glad it was in someone else’s room, this time,” you conceded. “Would’ve been a good night for me to get some sleep.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. Jake maintained his cool facade, seeming unbothered by your digs. 

“Well,” he sighed, “not that it’s any of your business, but I took a day trip to see my family.”

You swallowed hard. You almost felt a little bad for assuming he was off ruining another girl’s life. You huffed, wringing your hands in your lap. His eyes bore into you, dark irises still flashing amusement as he stared at your pitiful form on the ground. He was pleased, as you knew he would be. He expected the universe to repay you this retribution, and here he was to witness it all. 

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You broke the silence, skin crawling with discomfort.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he wondered. A rage-inducing smirk spread over his lips. You gave him a dark look.

“You really don’t know?” A frown settled on your features. It wasn’t entirely the fact that he was the campus playboy, nor that he was obnoxiously loud with his nighttime escapades, but also that he had humiliated you in front of a dozen people. It was a touchy subject, and there were very few people you brought it up with. Of course, he didn’t remember it as vividly as you did. He was popular, well-liked, and not interested in the likes of you. 

“No, Y/N, I don’t,” he said. He sounded truthful, and that made things worse.

You laughed, the hollow, bitter noise echoing through the empty hall. “You made a fucking joke out of me last year, Jake,” you said darkly. “Back at that stupid fucking frat party.”

“You do realize how many frat parties I’ve been to, right? You’re gonna have to be more specific…”

“That Lambda Omega Phi Halloween party,” you muttered, face flushing at the memory. “I don’t know why I even went in the first place. Somehow, Maddie convinced me, and look at me now…” 

He frowned, looking seriously confused. “I still don’t follow,” he said. 

You forced your gaze up to meet his eyes, shaking your head. You’d cried over the humiliation before, but now there were no more tears. Only anger. You knew he could be an asshole, but you had never expected him to do anything to you of all people. You always kept to yourself, minding your own business. 

“It was late,” you began, “pretty much everyone had gone home. There were maybe ten or fifteen of us left. Someone suggested we spin the bottle. Make it a sort of spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven situation. I was uncomfortable to begin with… Imagine how I felt when you looked at me for a second, and laughed. You said, ‘We can’t invite this one to seven minutes in heaven. Little birdie told me she’s still a virgin.’ Everyone laughed.”

“Y/N–”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse, Jake,” you said, cheeks burning. “You asked me why I hate you, that’s why. And after you said that about me, in front of all of those people, I have to come home and be your neighbor. I wish you knew how that felt.”

He stared at the ground, shaking his head. When he looked back up, the amusement in his eyes was gone. His lips were set in a flat line, expression almost remorseful.

“I was drunk, Y/N, really,” he said, his voice soft. “That was wrong of me to say. Really, I feel like a piece of shit. I only remember bits and pieces.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know… I can’t say anything to make things better. I will say that I’m sorry, and I mean that.” 

“Okay,” you replied. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Talking about it made it more real in your memory. It made things come flashing back: the sound of the laughter around you, the teasing smile on Jake’s lips, your stomach dropping as you realized you were once again the butt of someone’s joke. Once you graduated high school, you thought you were completely done with bullies, but you’d learned the truth that night. You would never be able to escape being teased for your timidity. 

“Really, Y/N–” he was almost pleading, his voice much lighter and softer. Strained, as if he were in pain.

“Enough,” you said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No,” he argued, “it’s not fair. That I treated you that way. Maybe I had a reason, though…”

You glanced up at him, your brows furrowed together. What reason could he possibly have for embarrassing you like that? You’d rushed out of the party, tears pouring down your cheeks, mortified. There was no reason to justify that. 

“I hope it was a really fucking good reason, Jake,” you hissed.

He laughed sheepishly, brushing his hair back off of his face with one hand. “It wasn’t, still isn’t,” he sighed. He refused to meet your gaze, instead staring down the empty hall. “I just– I’d seen you around campus, sat a few rows behind you in Intro to Anthropology, hell, I’d heard you talking or laughing through the dorm wall, and I… I liked you, Y/N. A lot…”

Your eyes widened as he spoke, confusion jumbling your thoughts. Embarrassment bloomed further throughout your body. You practically gaped as he continued, pouring his heart out to you.

“You’re so clever, and you always shared interesting opinions and offered perspectives I hadn’t considered in class… I saw you at that party, and you looked beautiful– hell, beautiful doesn’t even describe you. You were like… some kind of art, just walking around casually. I saw other guys looking at you, noticed them getting excited… What was I supposed to do? I didn’t want any of them to have their chance with you in spin the bottle…”

“You could have just told me,” you said, breathless.

“I realize that, now,” he continued, “but I was drunk. I was jealous. So I did something stupid, and believe me when I tell you I regret it. So much.”

“Even after I tried to break your door down?” you laughed, unable to process the information he was telling you. He liked you? It was surprising enough that he didn’t hate your guts back, but to actually like you? Romantically? He was dropping bombs on you tonight.

He grinned, “Even more,” he admitted. “All those girls I brought home… None of them were anything compared to you… I’m not proud to say that I pictured you more often than not… writhing underneath me, your perfect little blushing face.” He flushed at the very thought, pressing his lips together.

Your heart threatened to burst from your ribcage, beating rapidly. No one ever spoke to you this way. Embarrassment warmed your cheeks, the tops of your ears, and you tried to hide the satisfied little smile on your lips. The situation unfolding around you was surreal. None of your friends were going to believe this when you recounted it to them in the morning.

You didn’t know what to say, so your mind settled on one burning question.

“You really think I’m a virgin?”

He blinked at you, taken aback. For a few beats, the two of you were silent. Then, he finally stuttered out a reply, “W–well, maybe. I don’t know. I just said it to keep those guys away from you.”

A real laugh broke the quiet in the hall this time, and you smiled. The reality had yet to fully wash over you; Jake Kiszka liked you? Of all people. That was something… You shook your head, taking a deep breath.

“Well, I guess I won’t spoil the surprise,” you said, voice teasing as you shrugged. “Too bad I’m stuck out in this hallway,” you continued, “I’m sure you really would like to get to know me…”

Your eyes flicked up to him, a tiny smirk playing on your lips. He rolled his eyes, scoffing as he stepped past you to unlock the door to his dorm room. 

“If you wanted to come in, all you had to do was ask,” he said, trying halfheartedly to sound annoyed at you. A satisfied chuckle left your lips, and you stepped inside at his gesture.

“Why would I do that?”

“What? Ask for what you want?”

You nodded.

He smiled innocently. “That’s what good girls do, Y/N.”

You were relieved that your back was facing him. The flustered look on your face would have thrown your game completely off had he seen it. 

“Good girls, hm?” you mused, peeling off your damp jacket and tossing it on his desk chair. He flicked on the lamp in the corner of the room, illuminating you in a faint amber glow. His eyes sparkled in the light, watching your movements. 

He said nothing, observing you. You glanced around the room, admiring the messiness of the room. There were clothes scattered around, books laid haphazardly on the floor, posters pasted crooked on the wall. Your roommate would never allow your room to look like this. Something about the clutter made it cozier; it just made sense that his room would look this way.

“So this is where you bring all those good girls, huh?” You looked at him expectantly.

He lifted a hand up, scratching at the nape of his neck. He shifted beneath your inquiring gaze, then took a step forward to drop his keys on the desk behind you. You stared up at him, though the glint of his belt buckle at eye-level was rather enticing, you wouldn’t give in so easily.

“You know,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, slowly coming to lift your chin. “You look really fucking good from this angle.”

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips. You tilted your head to the side innocently, fluttering your lashes at him. “You think so?” One of your hands trailed up the inside of his leg, tracing over the denim of his jeans lightly. He shivered slightly beneath your touch, his gaze latched onto yours with an intensity you’d never seen from him before. 

“Mmm,” he grunted his approval, then breathed out a few more words, “but I could think of a thing or two that’d make this angle even better…”

“And what would that be?” you teased, fingers inching closer to the bulge straining against his pants. He groaned as you traced the outline with a single finger, barely ghosting over it. 

He chuckled, shaking his head at your antics. “God, you’re a fucking tease.”

“Would you rather a tease or a virgin?” you wondered aloud, still fucking with him. Your hand finally palmed his bulge completely, eliciting a lewd sound from deep within his throat. Your eyes widened, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of making him whimper and writhe at the faintest touches.

“Fuck,” he grunted as you fiddled with his belt buckle. “What kind of question is that?”

You breathed an amused breath through your nose, shrugging, “Just a question.” A devilish smile danced on your lips. You peeled down the waistband of his jeans and boxers, eyes still on his even as his cock sprang free. His breathing deepened as you wrapped a fist around the base, stroking it with a light touch.

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Probably not,” you replied. “You might be able to make it up to me, though…”

Without waiting for his reply, you took the head of his cock between your lips. You let your jaw go lax, your tongue doing all of the work as you took him deeper into your mouth. His fingers pressed into the skin of your neck as he guided your chin over his cock. Jake’s mouth hung agape, eyes almost blank as he watched you suck him off.

A shaky breath stole from his mouth, “Ah, god, you’re fucking good at that…” His irises darkened considerably, going from deep amber to nearly black as lust shrouded his gaze. His lips glistened with spit, mouth open as he tried to steady his breathing. A few grunts and choked moans broke the quiet in the room, accompanied by the slick sounds of your mouth on him.

You pushed yourself further down to the base of his cock, your nose nearly brushing his pubic hair as you took him into your throat. He pulsated inside of your mouth, something like a whine tearing from his throat as you gazed up at him through wet lashes. His other hand tangled into your hair, both of them now guiding you as he gently rocked his hips into your mouth. You bobbed your head in time with his rhythm, relishing in the musical sounds of pleasure coming out of him. As the tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat, you tightened the muscles around him. He growled, the sound sending shivers straight to your center. 

You took him deeper, your throat squeezing around the head. He sucked in a sharp breath, and you hummed around him. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, saliva dripped over your chin, but you didn’t care. The look on his face was intoxicating; his eyes clamped shut, mouth hanging open in an expression that almost made him look pained. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna–”

You pushed even further, gagging around him as your nose finally brushed his skin. He gasped, the hand in your hair tightening as he pulled you away unexpectedly. A string of saliva followed your mouth before dripping down your neck. Your chest heaved as you panted, the air cooling the mess on your chin as you stared up at him.

“Made a mess of that pretty little face,” Jake whispered, thumb dragging through the slick on your mouth before dipping in between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the digit, bleary-eyed and lightheaded. His cock jumped in your hand, a sigh escaping his lips at the feeling of you slowly pumping him. 

“Mmmm,” you hummed around his finger, bobbing as if you were still sucking him off. He watched you for a moment, transfixed by the filthy sight of you below him. Mascara smeared beneath your eyes, spit glistening on your swollen lips, your cheeks flushed. 

“Pretty girl,” he mumbled, “wanna see how pretty you look riding me… C’mon…”

You stood, legs shaky already. He lifted your shirt over your head without hesitation, fingers expertly unhooking the back of your bra. You shivered, exposed to the cool air and his salacious gaze. His eyes drank in your figure for a second. They dragged over your messy face, down your clavicle, and to your exposed chest. He wasted no time in leading you to his bed, your back pressing into the sheets. His lips enclosed around one nipple, fingers tweaking the other as you arched up into his touch, sighing. 

His thigh notched itself between your legs, the denim rubbing deliciously against your needy core through the thin layer of your shorts. You rocked against him, desperate for any contact. He smirked against your chest at this, breaking contact for a second. “Needy angel, aren’t we?” 

“Please–” you breathed. You bit down on your bottom lip, watching the way he sucked and nipped at the skin of your chest, leaving dark marks on the skin. The throbbing in your center was becoming unbearable, the friction from his leg not enough to satisfy the desperation spreading through your veins. You needed him, now.

“Please what, angel?” He looked up at you, deep brown eyes through a shade of lashes, and your heart fluttered. You had to close your eyes, holding back the moan that threatened to spill from you just at the sight of him. His lips were a swollen, sanguine shade of red from the friction, shining with saliva. His eyes shone dark brown, honeyed like molasses. Damp pooled between your thighs, gluing the fabric of your panties to your soaked core. 

You swallowed hard, and managed to gather your bearings. “Please, I need to feel you…”

A genuine smile found its way to his face at this, the cocky look playing in his eyes making you want him even more. If you were in your right mind, you would have scolded yourself for letting him charm you. But it was so easy to fall for Jake Kiszka, especially when he was perched between your legs, looking so eager to please.

“Okay,” he muttered. He leaned over you, lips finding yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, his breath sweet and addicting as your lips moved together. “Feel me, then, angel. Take what you need…” His breath fanned against your lips, and the two of you switched places. You took a second to peel off your shorts and panties as he quickly undressed.

He watched through hooded eyes as you straddled him. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal already, glistening tantalizingly over your skin. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as you pivoted your hips over him, slicking his cock in your juices.

“Don’t be too long,” he whispered. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine; it was as if he were watching his very life-force, the need in his eyes burned hot behind those irises. 

A deep breath fanned out of your nose as you finally sank down onto him. You threw your head back, a piercing moan came from you as he filled you to the brim. Tears pricked your eyes at the stretch. 

“Jake,” was all you could manage as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“Take it, angel,” he said, voice deep and saccharine, “Go on, take what you need.”

You balanced one hand on his thigh as you began to grind against him. Your other hand gathered your hair into one hand, cooling the burning around your neck and chest. He dragged against your walls, the feeling sending sparks all through your body. You squeezed your eyes shut as your clit bumped against his pubic bone. Jolts of pleasure shot through you.

He breathed hard, one hand splayed over your thigh while the other rested behind his head. Low pants and moans spilled from his lips. That attentive gaze drank you in, every little detail carved out of soft flesh and muscle. You saw the way he admired you, and wondered how you didn’t notice it before. 

Shifting positions, you lifted yourself up to bounce on him, and he breathed a small whimper. You smiled, leaning over him as you began to lower yourself once again. You maintained a steady pace, fingers hooking through the necklace hanging around his neck to pull his lips up to yours. You panted, sharing breaths for a second before you connected your lips. Bracing yourself against his chest, you increased your pace until you were making your own head spin. He was hitting all of the right spots, stars blooming in your vision as you hastily approached orgasm. 

The muscles of his abdomen trembled beneath you, and he groaned as you pulled away from the kiss to breath. “God, fuck, Y/N.”

You smiled, chest heaving with every breath. “I’m almost there,” you whispered, using every bit of self-control not to cry out his name over and over again.

“Shit,” he hissed, as you swirled your hips at a different angle. “I am, too. Let go, for me, yeah?”

You nodded your agreement, fingers pressing into his chest as you lifted up. The room filled with breathless moans and the sound of skin slapping together. You brought your other hand down to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves as you hurdled towards your orgasm. Your mouth fell agape, pornographic noises ripping through the room around you. Your thighs shook and ached as you rode him through your release, milking every ounce of pleasure out of the man beneath you. He cried out your name in his velvety tone, his body tensing as he reached his own orgasm.

His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you in place, eyes locked onto yours as his release coated your insides. 

“Don’t stop,” he muttered, hips jerking into yours as you continued your pace. The muscles in your legs tightened, though the pleasure pulsing through your body shadowed the pain. 

“Jake, I can’t—” you mewled, body weakened from your orgasm.

“You can, angel, I know you can…” he whispered, leaning up to grasp your face in one hand. “Keep going…”

“It’s too much–”

“One more, Y/N. Just give me one more.” He pressed his lips against your throat, biting softly against the skin. His fingers dipped between your bodies, rubbing your clit fervently. Your entire body seized, hands holding onto him for dear life. “Come on, baby…”

You cried out his name, moisture pricking your eyes as you rocked against his hand. He was softening inside of you, your walls clenching around him as he coaxed you through your second orgasm. Burying your face into his neck, you whined at the feeling. 

“Almost there, baby, I know you can do it,” he cooed, lips ghosting over your jaw, up your hairline, onto your forehead. “Oh, you’re so good for me…”

He made a pleased noise as your release washed over you again, black spots clouding your vision. The sounds coming from you were animalistic, and unrelenting as you sobbed against him. He pressed gentle kisses against your temple and forehead, easing you through the overwhelming pleasure. Your body finally stilled, body going lax against him as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I knew you would be a good girl for me,” he said. He brushed the hair off of your face and neck, gently separating the two of you and laying you down on the bed. You sprawled over the sheets, the air cooling the mess between your legs as you lay there trying to slow your heart rate. 

“That was…”

“Mind blowing,” Jake finished for you, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling away and standing up. He pulled his jeans back on, rummaging around in the room as you laid an arm over your eyes. You let your body relax, muscles aching from the effort of riding him. 

After a second, you hissed at a cold feeling between your legs. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, watching as Jake wiped the mess from between your legs.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “didn’t wanna run down to the bathroom…”

“It’s okay,” you relaxed back into the bed again. It was a tad amusing that he kept a pack of wet wipes in his room, but you said nothing. You were too exhausted. 

He tossed the soiled wipe into the trash bin by the desk, then flicked the light off. He passed you a t-shirt that smelled like him, and you pulled it over your head. His bed was more comfortable than your own at this point, your mind drifting away already after only a few seconds. 

“You all right?” he asked, concern coloring his voice as he settled into bed beside you. You threw one arm over his abdomen, slipping closer to him in the darkness.

“Mhmm,” you replied.

“All right sleepyhead,” he mumbled. He pressed his lips against your temple softly. “I’ll take you to get your shit from the bar tomorrow.”

[moldycantaloupe]

hello,

maybe ²⁷⁾ “why don’t we use some of your toys?” with Rain and Dew?👀

saw this ask while at work and blushed. from my inbox to your feed, here's 620 of Rain being bratty turned to Dew being bratty. no real cw, maybe power play? just go into this knowing they have a green light system.

here's the prompt list!

“What?”

Dew was baffled at the audacity of his water ghoul, to say the least. They had courted him in the middle of dinner, feeling up his thigh underneath the table until his dick was half hard, whispering sweet nothings into his ear with the husk in their voice they only use when they desperately wanted something, asking him to take them right there. He had whisked them away to their room to fulfill promises, but now kneeled between them in almost shock.

“Did I stutter?” They scoffed, laid naked as the day they were summoned in the middle of their plush bed, propped up only by their elbows. Their eyes were lidded with what seemed to be-

“I’m bored.” They put simply. 

“I’m sorry,” Dew made to sit up on his knees, arms quickly finding their way to cross over his chest as he huffed, “You basically try to fuck me at dinner, and you’re telling me you’re bored?”

Rain shrugged, as if there was anything else to it. Dew rolled his eyes before snapping his head to their closet. A swarm of ideas ran through his head as he clambered his way out of the bed, making haste to open the closet door. Rain sat further up, their feigned uninterest cracking at the seams.

“What are you doing?” They hesitated in their question.

“Are you still bored, princess?” Dew cooed, his cornsilk hair shifting on his shoulders as he leaned into them. Rain sucked in a breath and shook their head, a sob breaking through their throat.

Dew hummed as he pulled out a small box, a smug smile sitting on his lips. “Why don’t we use some of your toys then, princess?”

It took less than thirty minutes for Rain to be a writhing mess against the bedsheets. Dew had cuffed Rain’s hand behind them to the headboard with their leather bounds, a small belt strapped to their thigh with a wand snug in between, the head abusing their poor clit. They were dripping like a faucet onto the sheets, having already cummed two times against it. Dew sat next to their side as they huffed out broken and choked out moans, his touching their now overheated skin in featherlight caresses. Every now and then he’d sneak a finger underneath a gill, just to watch their back arch and wrists shake the headboard.

“No- hells, fuck, Dew-” Their gasp echoed through the room when Dew prodded a finger into them, smiling at the ragged moans they gave him.

“‘S too much, so much,” They grinded against his finger, forcing the wand further onto their weeping clit. They cried when they felt the all too familiar heat sneak into their abdomen, eyes watering as they peered up at Dew. They could feel themselves almost giving up when Dew stared back, eyes lidded in what seemed to be boredom. 

“You’re already close again?” Dew rolled his eyes and took his finger out of them, a loud whine protesting against it. “Lucifer, I’ve barely even touched you.”

“‘M gonna cum,” They continued grinding into the wand, desperate for release. “Dewey, I’m gonna cum again, it hurts, oh- fuck-”

Their insides went white hot as they came for the third time, back arched and liquid squirting out of them and onto the sheets. Their screams were silent, arms hung tight against the bounds above them. They let out a deep and breathy moan as they instantly went back to grinding against their toy, chasing the feeling until it became too much again.

“Another round, Rainy?” Dew asked in feigned innocence, eyes crinkled when he watched them start to try and squirm away from the intense vibrations. “You’re so easy to please.”

[missbunnybunny]

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Don't you like your new home, my little songbird?

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Everything was just so dull. no matter the work he took, be it singing, acting, or other gigs, it was so bland. so when his assistant told him of his next photo shoot, he smiled and said, “Sure, I’ll be right there.” But it was just another fake smile, forced, fake, emotionless, empty.  

When he first became a model, it was like a dream come true! he had the face of a natural-born star. ever since he was a little kid, people would compliment him. “ Oh, Elle! you're so cute.” one of his mother’s friends would say, or “I wish my kids looked like you.” another spoke. 

His job was great at first, then great turned into good, good turned into nice, until it finally became boring. his smile started to fade until it just became a mask he wore. entering the photo shoot site, he expected the usual. and by usual, he meant a bratty, entitled model, thinking they were so high and mighty because they had money and a shoot with him. 

But he could care less. One thing he never lost when he became famous was his kindness. Money never got to his head. He was just glad to have a roof and food. so when he finally got out of the car and set foot in his changing room, he wasn't expecting much. 

The stylist curled his wolf cut a little, making sure his red peekaboo hair dyed could be visible in the photos. after his hair was done, his face was next. he didn’t need any make-up, just some light bush, and he was set. His light skin having its natural glow along with the brush was enough.

He was honestly glad that he didn’t have to take off his piercings. It would have been a pain. but that didn’t mean that he was safe from that either. they gave him 5 earrings to change into. They didn’t look bad. he might ask to keep them after the shoot. 

His first ear piercings were a pair of silver 4-star earrings, the second was a star stud earring, and his last piercing, which was on his Hilix, was a heart hop earring he didn’t have to change his tongue piercing for today's shoot. his hazel eyes looked at his reflection in the mirror, and he looked empty. 

He was wearing a black button-up shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. he could hear some of the staff members whispering that he looked like a prince. ‘ he looks so handsome’ or ‘he so my type.’ When he walked out of the fitting room to walk around a little, he had to wait for his partner to be done. 

He was standing next to the wall while looking at his phone, scrolling through insta. He snapped out of his daze when he heard soft humming. he hadn't realized he was next to the other fitting room’s door.  it sounded like soft rain on a rainy day. He loved it. It was so calming to his heart.

One of your assistants asked what song you were humming to, “Oh, it’s inhale exhale by AURORA.”  he was stunned. Your voice was like that of an angel. How could a person have such a lovely voice? It was music to his ears. 

It wasn't long before you stepped out of your fitting room and by the gods the way you looked at him. He thought you were the most ethereal being he had ever seen. You were like a work of art. His chest started to tighten, and his heart beat faster. ‘ What is this feeling?’ he thought while still looking at you. 

He extended his hand to you, “ Am Elliot Achillies, nice to meet you.” he had a small smile on his face. you looked up at the tall man. He was stunning, but that’s expected of a model. “ Hello, my name is y/n. it’s also nice to meet you, mister Elliot.” You spoke while shaking his hand. How nice and polite you are. his name has never sounded so beautiful until they left your lips, he wanted to heard you say it more.

You were so small, your hand compared to his was sending him over the edge. your touch was warm, it was like fire to his skin, “ just call me Elle, Songbird” his smile became bigger. He kissed the back of your hand, the way your eyes slowly widened at his action. oh, you're so cute!

Your outfit matched his perfectly. You could make a wonderful couple. he heard the director call him over to explain the photo shoot and the poses. He half listened while looking down at you. I wasn’t until he heard the director again “Alright, that’s all. I hope we can run this smoothly. Everyone into position!” He yelled, slightly making you jump. Every expression you made was making his heart beat even faster than the last. how could you be this adorable!

You and him got set to the first pose, your hand on his chest and his hand on your waist. he looked at the camera with a small smile while you looked at it with a more natural look. In every photo that was taken, he held your waist slightly tighter. Until you looked up at his mouth slightly open and wide eyes, a slight bush on your face. 

He was drinking up your expression so much that he didn’t realize he had a genuine smile on his face. he was in his own world looking at you. He pulled you closer until your faces were almost touching. you didn’t know what you were doing to him. “ If you look at me so cute, I might just eat you, my little Songbird.” He thought. he was a true wolf in sheep's clothing, but it couldn't hurt being a sheep a little longer.

Soon, the photo shoot was over. You were on the phone with your friend. talking about your upcoming Biology exam and English essay. This intrigues him. You were a college student? Oh, the more he learned about you, the more he wanted to know you. He was like a starving man. the more he got, he couldn’t fill his stomach because he was always hungry. He just couldn’t get enough.

He soon realized he was in love with you, all the magazine photos that you were both in together he had in his room. He would stalk you on social media, figuring out your college. after a month, he knew your schedule, your friends, your family, everything about you. 

He knew it was wrong, that he had an unhealthy obsession with you. he loves you, and you’ll never meet another like him. he has been to your room and even laid down in your bed while looking at pictures you had of your friends. he had some fantasies of having you pin under him, watching your face as his hands run up and down your body. it had him brushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Can’t you see what you're doing to him? 

He stopped taking any modeling deals and said that he would only do it with you. he knew you were only a part-time model and that you used the job when you needed the money. why not kill two birds with one stone? You get some extra money, and he gets his songbird a win-win. 

Oh, how he wishes he could cut your wings and keep you in a cage. where only his eyes could see your angelic face, only his ears could hear the melody of your voice. But most of all, only his hands could touch your body. You belonged to him and only him. 

So little songbird, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME MORE THAN YOU POSSIBLY CAN. He loves you to the point of going mad, so why are you throwing away his love letters? You're breaking his poor heart, won’t you kiss it better? better yet sing to him how much you love him, won’t you Songbird?

YOU DO LOVE HIM RIGHT, SONGBIRD? RIGHT.

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[matenrou-fan]

Hello can you write about ichiro hitoya and samatoki hitting their s/o by accident

Ichiro, Hitoya and Samatoki hitting their GN!s/o by accident

Such a strange request yet here!! Hope you will enjoy it!

GNreader, comfort, just wholesome stuff;;

-Honestly the one way when he can raise his hand it's during some childish game, when you two just fool around and try to catch each other.

-Especially if it's tickle fighting, when your boyfriend is just too carried away in his wish to win and finally pins you to the bed with hands around your waist.

-So when you would try to resist, pushing him off and tickling his sides at the same time, Ichiro just wanted to respond with a grasp on your arm, but overdid it.

-"Here, finally catch you..!" - this sudden hit on your shoulder makes you gasp in confusion, and his smile fades away as fast as your own. - "A- S/o, a-are you okay?"

-Even if you sound so loud due to the unexpectedness of this action, not from pain, Ichiro would anyway feel so guilty as if he did it on purpose.

-So all games will immediately stop as he leans closer to check out the hitted place while repeating apologies, mixed with a bunch of questions about how you feel. If it's actually that bad he would bring some ice, absolutely ashamed of his behavior.

-"I'm so sorry, s/o.. How can I call myself a proper mature man if I can hurt my most precious person so easily..?" - Ichiro looks almost like an abandoned puppy in the rain. No, he's not trying to make you forgive him through such puppy eyes, it's just really the way your boyfriend shows his guilt towards you.

-Only after a few times as you said it's alright, he would feel more easily. Yet still, Ichiro would be really careful for a month or two, being pretty slow and gentle during another tickling game or some playful fight.

-Despite his pretty harsh behavior, there's no way he would exchange something more than a few angry words with you.

-And this old man doesn't really like all these bratty games, he has enough of such energy thanks to Kuko's attitude. So with him, it's actually just an accident, as sometimes in the morning he's still so sleepy..

-Went to bed late, woke up early.. There's no way he would understand more than half of your words before drinking at least one cup of coffee with his favorite snack - cigarettes.

-"Honey, can you check the newspaper-" - light pain that erupts in his left elbow and your sudden gasp makes Hitoya wake up better than any coffee that he was trying to make. - "Ah- Shit, s/o, are you alright?"

-If it was someone else, he would probably just scoff, scolding them for getting too close to him from behind. Yet with you he would be much softer, even when his head still hurts from lack of sleep and he can't think straight.

-Well, of course he would check if you were alright, worrying a little about just how bad he hit your spine with probably all his strength. But Hitoya didn't feel that much guilt. He didn't see it coming!

-So all apologize that you would have some sloppy kiss on your forehead and a few headpats as Hitoya mumbled about being more careful and everything.

-"Mm? What's with this gaze?" - he put away a newspaper and chuckled, noticing your feigned frown. - "Oh, I didn't apologize properly? Huh, maybe I should then kiss your poor hurted back? Get closer, dear.."

-Well, but despite such teasing, your lover would leave a mental note about watching his back before turning around. And probably give himself more sleep and rest, so he wouldn't be that sluggish.

-Ok but. No matter what you would do or say, there's no way he would show this aggressive side of himself to you, you're his dear lover, after all. If you ever get that deep inside his heart, then he immediately would place you in the most sensitive part of it.

-And Samatoki is really overprotective, so there's not that many accidents when you bump into each other or hit without purpose.

-But it doesn't matter that even your attentive boyfriend couldn't inadvertently do something. Especially after a long hard day.. He just came home and sat on the couch, and your arms around his shoulders as you stand behind him the only thing that can help him feel better.

-"Ah.. Babe, I missed you so much today.." - A long tired sigh escaped his lips as he tossed his head back to look up at you but instead hit your nose, not knowing that at the same time you leaned closer to kiss the back of his head.

-For a moment you both pulled back, groaning in pain, but of course Samatoki would turn to you first, feeling absolutely guilty. His own pain doesn't matter that much as yours, especially due to the fact he's the one who's done it.

-Doesn't matter if this hit was really strong or not, Samatoki would bring everything - ice, handkerchief, aid kit, even some cold water if you start crying. In one second he turned from just a boyfriend to an overprotective over worried mom, that's how it feels.

-"I'm so sorry, my dear.. Here, look at me.." - his hand slowly caresses your back as he softly smiles at you. - "Ah, don't worry. Your nose is as pretty as before, so don't cry, okay?"

-But despite such playful talk, he actually would apologize a few times this evening, being even more clingy and cuddly than usual. Your boyfriend just doesn't want you to think about that too much, kissing your poor face gently while promising to be more careful next time.

[pandoa]

Hi Pandoa! Congrats on your follower count :DD Could I request for the event, Tulips with Leona and the setting be In The Rain. Those two on the prompt list really remind me of that one scene in 2005 Pride and Prejudice.

Tulips ~ “so what if i’m in love with you?! is that so wrong?”

Plumerias ~ “run away with me”

~leona kingscholar x gender neutral reader~

warnings: some cursing, very minor angst if you'd qualify it as angst? it turns around very quickly tho so no worries lol

hello hello anon!! tysm for your lovely request! i do hope it was alright that i combined your rq with another darling anon <3 you two had very similar requests for leona, so i hope that's okay! i still kept that pride and prejudice vibe tho, i loved it sm!! have fun reading hehe~

♡the heart rains with its lover♡

You couldn’t believe the audacity of the beastman in front of you. 

Even after every outburst, argument, cold glare, and obstacle thrown at the two of you, he was still there, ignorantly doing all that he wished like the choices he made did not carry any sort of grave consequence whatsoever. He was a selfish prick. A bratty little prince you had hoped to stay away from. 

You loathed the thought of just speaking to the pompous man. 

Hurriedly running past the forming puddles on Night Raven’s flooded campus, strenuous drops of rain trickled down your skin as you escaped to an open field with Leona trailing close behind you. Thunder clapped within your surroundings with a resounding clamor that echoed through your ears. The clouds in the sky gathered together in a spiteful manner, with you and Leona trapped underneath the overflow of raindrops soaking your drenched form. The chaos befalling just over the horizon accentuated your livid mood, and you bitterly welcomed it with every raving fiber of your body as you and Leona came to a stop in the middle of the storming field—the frustration in your tones being so sonorous it could be heard thousands of miles away across the hazel waters of the Isle of Sages. 

He did it. Leona had confessed. Albeit quite casually for an admittance of one’s sincere affections, but a confession nonetheless. Earlier, the two of you were gathered in your own circle of friends chatting amongst yourselves in Night Raven’s lively cafeteria until the low, unexpected voice of the Savanaclaw housewarden played throughout the room—mistakenly catching the attention of many other students in the process. 

“Okay, so I like (Y/n), Ruggie, what of it? That doesn't mean that I’ll go down on my hands and knees for ‘em, geez!”

The room went silent at the man’s outburst. A few had stared. You felt their creeping gazes irritate the spine of your back as you stood there, appalled and distraught, looking up to the unfazed lion standing a couple feet in front of you. Whispers were heard vexing the dissonant room as students murmured about the lion prince’s sudden declaration. All of their piercing looks were pointed towards you as you were faced with seas of judgmental glares. You were exasperated at what you had just overheard. You assumed he had hated and thought of you as a nuisance with the way he had always scoffed at you during your visits to the school’s botanical garden. But it was no matter. You claimed to hate him as well, anyway. There was no way that what he had said was true. It had to be a cruel joke.

You did not trust him.  

“Why would you say that?!” you shouted as you returned from your recollection of the events that occurred just a few minutes ago, arguing with the loud pittering of the rain as you raised your voice even more. “Right there, in front of everyone! That was quite uncalled for, and you know it!”

Leona bitterly turned to you, retorting your exclaims with a sarcastic vein. “Oh, well, I’m sorry for being honest for once in my life! I’ll never say it again if it bothers you that much!” The young man said as his face twisted into an expression of aggravation.

“‘Honest?’’ you doubted his foggy sincerity. “In what world have you ever been honest, Leona? For all I know, what you said earlier could have been some sick lie you created to make me act a fool of myself!” The thunder above then crashed and roared, while strong winds caused even the trees to sway in an uncontrollable rhythm. Your flowing locks of hair were now absolutely doused by water as rain continued to pour down the ground like Mother Nature herself had controlled the weather based on your raging emotions. You and Leona did not seem to care for the shaping storm, however, as you were much too focused on each other to mind what had gone on around you.

“So what if I’m in love with you?!” Leona shortly gave out, “Is that so wrong? Do we have a problem here, Prefect?!”

“Yes, we have a problem because I love you too, you asshole!” Freezing in your place on the empty field, you paused at your own impulsive words. No, wait! (Y/n), what are you saying?! You weren’t supposed to confess too, damn it! You mentally scolded yourself. “I…I mean—What I meant to say was—”

“Then run away with me,” the lion prince interrupted. “I swear this is the craziest thing I’ve ever said. Just escape with me for today and I’ll prove how honest I am.” Leona earnestly looked into your hesitant eyes and for the first time ever, seemed as if he was entirely true to his word. It moved your heart in ways you did not think were possible.

Had this really been the Leona you knew…?

“Sevens, I can’t believe I’m saying this—” he said as he uncharacteristically dragged a hand across his face—covering a small rosy hue tinting his cheeks. “Come with me before I change my mind, herbivore. I’m not saying it twice.” 

“Please just… give me a chance, okay?”

a/n: anon i'd also just like to add that i am blaming you for my new fixation bc i had never watched or read Pride and Prejudice before, but for this specific request i watched the 2005 movie and it was the most amazing thing i have ever stumbled upon like i think the story bewitched me body and soul- i am forever in your debt anon cuz once i have the time to actually read jane austen's books i can guarantee that i will make it my whole personality omg i am in love idk why i haven't read her work sooner THANK U SM ANON

[dark-mnjiro]

run :: hanma shuji one shot

author's note: please read with EXTREME caution. this is extreme dark content - as I've wanted to write a fic loosely based around some of my favorite slasher horror movies - and hanma seems to be one of the best suited for this role. if noncon/dark content is not your jam - please do not read this... and just wait for some of my other works because... yeah, HAPPY HALLOWEEN <3

warning: hanma shuji x afab!reader, dark content, extreme noncon, knifeplay, implied murder, stalking, yandere!hanma, noncon sex, choking, spanking, explicit sexual content, slut shaming, explicit language, serial killer behavior, home invasion, unprotected sex, ex-boyfriend!hanma, loosely based on scream/ghostface.

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Wrapping the blanket tighter around your body, you shuddered at the thunder echoing outside as the rain began pounding against your house. It was almost midnight and the last of the trick-or-treaters had finally ceased. A sigh fell from your lips as you cut on the television. What a long night of screaming children and bratty teenagers with no business being out trying to get candy…

A familiar jingle began playing before realizing it was your cell phone going off. You grabbed it off the end table before confusion filled your eyes. “Unknown?” you questioned before making a face that your friends were probably trying to prank you on the spookiest holiday. Your finger slid over the answer button before a hasty “hello” left your lips.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

You froze in place realizing you didn’t recognize the voice. “...who is this?” It sounded…distorted.

“Ahh ahh ahh,” he tutted. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Is this some sort of a prank?” you snapped. “Stop calling me.” And with that, you ended the call before letting go of the breath you were holding. Stupid kids, playing stupid pranks it seemed. Rubbing your eyes, you were about to set your phone down before it started going off again. Another unknown caller…

Against your better judgment, you answered again. “Hello?”

“Didn’t your mother teach you that hanging up is rude?”

It was the same voice as before.

“Who is this?”

“A friend,” he replied. 

“A friend would tell me who they were,” you replied, standing up from the couch. You tossed the blanket onto the couch before walking into the kitchen. “What do you want?”

“Just to talk.”

“Talk?” you repeated, confused. “About what?

“Anything.”

You weren’t sure you understood what he meant or why he continued to call. “Just… just leave me alone.”

“Oh no, no, no,” he cooed. “Why would I do that when I’m so close to you already?”

“Oh yeah?”

“…yeah.”

You were growing tired of this joke. Anoted, you huffed. “Then what am I doing now?” you taunted as you raised your middle finger into the air. “Come on. Tell me.” 

“Didn’t your mother teach you to lock the back door?”

Your eyes went wide as you dropped the phone and rushed toward the back door and found it wide open. How? Why was this happening? Your eyes darted to the counter, praying there was a weapon well within reach. 

“…too slow.”

Your eyes widened again before turning around and seeing what seemed to be your tormentor towering over you. An obscure black and white mask seemed to hide his face as you took a couple of steps back away from him. He merely chuckled before his hand shot out and encircled your throat, squeezing tightly. Your hand came up to grasp his wrist, trying to pry him off in a panic while you attempted to struggle. But his strength was far too great as he pushed you against the island in your kitchen. 

“W-what? Who are you?!” 

“I told you,” he whispered. “A friend.”

The mask finally came off, revealing golden eyes that to your horror recognized immediately. “No… no. Get out of here,” you shouted. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

His laughter sent shivers down your spine before feeling a cold blade replace where his hand had been. How could you have been so stupid? You should have known that he would lurk, that a breakup wouldn’t keep him away forever. 

“Shuji. Please… just let me go.” 

The blade of the knife ran along the flesh of your neck before moving down your body. It slipped under your top before Hanma tugged it, cutting open your top. A strangled cry of fear left your lips before you tried to struggle again. The knife once again returns to your throat, forcing you to freeze. 

“Stop moving,” he said, gently. “Or this will hurt much worse…”

He tugged off your bra before turning you away from him. His hand slipped down to the zipper of your jeans before slowly tugging the zipper down and then pushing your pants to your knees. He slipped the knife under the side of your underwear before cutting it off your body. 

The fact that your ex-boyfriend had managed to sneak into your home, undetected, and still managed to torment you in the process… seemed like a mystery. You tightly shut your eyes, praying this would end quickly as you heard the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling from behind you. 

“Your mine,” he whispered as the knife resumed its place at your neck. “You know that right?”

You offered a weak nod, praying that agreeing with him would perhaps make these next few moments even just a fraction less painful. His hand moved to your hip, still keeping the blade pressed close to your throat before feeling his length push into you. A loud cry of pain moved past your lips as your hands attempted to brace yourself against the counter. 

Gentle was never in Hanma’s vocabulary and in this situation, you knew he wouldn’t take pity on you. Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes as you tried to keep the focus on your surroundings, cursing to yourself as you felt your body beginning to betray you. “That’s right,” he cooed. “Creaming around my cock just like you used to, huh?”

His comments only seemed to make you feel more nauseous as his thrusts became more and more erratic. You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix while his hand against your throat merely tightened. Your airflow was restricted further, and you felt your vision beginning to blur. You were sure you would pass out if he didn’t let go soon…

“Shu-!”

“Shut the fuck up,” he ordered before smacking your ass, earning a small cry from you, and hiking your leg onto the counter. 

“I can’t breath-!”

His grip only tightened causing your body to tense. A low groan rumbled from his throat as he felt your walls tense up around his length. He leaned over your shoulder. “Yeah? Can’t breathe?” He teased into your ear. “You fucking love that don’t you? Fucking clenching around me like that? Fucking whore.” His breath tickled against your ear as your hands tried to come up and pry his grip off of your throat. Spots begin appearing in your vision as fear starts mounting in the back of your mind. His nails began digging into the delicate flesh of your neck, forcing you to wince as you continued to claw at his arm. 

“If I can’t have you—nnngh,” he said before a groan interrupted his statement. His hips stuttered, and you grimaced, knowing he was close to his edge. “…if I can’t have you, you little fucking slut…” he managed to continue in between his moans as his thrusts became more and more erratic before you let out a strangled cry of pain, feeling him push his length further into you and finally filling you with his cum. 

His hand disappeared from your throat, urging you to gasp for air. Panting, you lay against the counter, thankful that the assault was over. Another wince moved past your lips as you felt him pull out. Tears began beading at the corner of your eyes, praying he would just leave. Using what was left of your strength, you managed to force yourself off the counter as your body shook in terror. 

“Ah ah.”

You froze. 

Why was he still here?

“If I can’t have you,” he repeated, holding up the knife again. “No one will…” His golden eyes filled with a crazed look as the color drained from your face. 

“Shuji…wait.”

“Run.”

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

Hello! May I please request a modern Catra X female reader? (Smut Ofc hehehe with Oral pleasure, fingering and grinding) The two are girlfriends and it started to pour rain on their date so the two rush to Y/N house. Y/N parents are not home. As Y/n dries Catra off and after an intense make out session she tells Y/N that she’s ready to make love with her GF. The reader is top while her precious cat GF is bottom. But Catra makes sure to please her loving girlfriend too. ( Lotsa kissing and moaning 😏) Thank you!

||Getting Used To It|| NSFT| bottom!Catra x top!reader.

A/n: Once again I fell in love with this prompt and probably wrote too much! 😂 Sorry y'all, I love smut with a prompt!

CW: obviously nudity, sex, oral, fingering, teasing, modern!au, Catra's first time with reader, talk of past relationships, y'all can guess who but she's not mentioned by name, implied past unhealthy relationship, hurt/comfort, comfort sex, bratty bottom!Catra, slight power bottom!Catra, probably a little cringe lmao

"Kitten-!" You groan playfully at the beautiful woman sitting across from you, "Do you always have to steal my drinks?"

She smirks at you with your straw in her mouth, "What? You never finish it anyways! You always get distracted, and then it ends up melting, and then you don't want it, so if you think about it, by drinking the rest of yours I'm saving us money and saving the planet by reducing plastic waste!"

You blinked twice as you registered what she had said and then laughed, "The amount of mental hurdles you jumped to arrive to that conclusion was incredibly impressive, kitten."

She hummed and played with the straw between her fingers, "Well, I'm sure any bump looks like a hurdle down where you are, princess~"

"That's it give me my drink, you brat-!"

Catra giggled and pulled the drink from your grasp before quickly grabbing your garbage, plastic loose, loose napkins, ect, and throwing them in the recycling bin as she ran outside. You hot on her tail after leaving a tip for the baristas.

"Hey! Come on get back here!"

You two ran about outside, giggling like two school girls, running past disgruntled old men who shouted words you were both too happy to comprehend.

As you two ran to the nearest park it began to sprinkle with small drops of rain. Though both of you were too engrossed in the chase to notice, at least until you finally caught up with Catra by catching her tail, gently pulling enough to make her turn around into your arms and you held her close to you as you giggled.

You pressed your forehead against hers softly before leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Not fair, you cheated" she complained with a smirk spread across her lips.

You hummed against her lips, "Not true, I caught you fair and square, kitten."

A moment or two passed before Catra tried to pull away with a squeak, seemingly finally becoming aware of the rain, but you kept her in your arms. "Shit, now!? Why now!?"

You laughed, still too elated with the woman before you to have your mood dampened.

She began trying to pull you behind her, "C'mon, move it, you know I hate the rain!" she hissed.

You smiled, "Hey, it could be boiling rain-"

"Yeah cause boiling rain is definitely a real thing-" she sassed back before pulling you more harshly, this time getting you off your feet, "Now let's go, please princess~!"

You were gonna continue teasing her until you heard a loud crack of thunder overhead and she practically jumped in your arms.

"Okay, okay, is my place good?"

Catra hissed with a shake of her head, her short hair already getting drenched, "Anywhere is fine as long as I don't get wet!"

As you pull off your jacket you snicker, "No promises, kitten~" and wink at her which causes her to groan loudly in disapproval as you toss the jacket over her head in a feeble attempt to keep her dry.

"Okay, let's g-"

"LAST ONE TO THE HOUSE HAS TO DO THE OTHER'S HOMEWORK FOR A WEEK!!"

"Wha-?! Catra! CATRA DONT RUN, YOU GONNA FALL ON YOUR ASS! CATRA!"

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After about a 15 minute sprint you and Catra finally found shelter in your small neighborhood home.

"Hey, I'm home and I brought Catra!" You yelled throughout the house.

"They're not here, you idiot" she sighed with a roll of her eyes as she rubbed her arm.

"Oh?" you giggled, taking off your dirty shoes and tossing them back outside, "and how do you know that?"

She scoffed, "their car is gone Sherlock."

As you looked at her fondly, you noticed the small scrape on her arm and the mud and dirt splattered on her tan freckled skin.

You gently took her arm in your hand to assess the scrape and smirked, "I told you not to run, but noooo~"

Catra hissed, "Don't be an ass, Y/n"

"I'm not an ass just because you don't like that I'm right, kitten~"

She sighs dramatically, "I guess you're right-"

"Thank you-"

"You're an ass because you haven't gotten your awesome girlfriend a first aid kit yet."

"That-!" You start and soon stop, trailing off as you think, "-is actually a good point, wouldn't want my awesome girlfriend to get an infection."

You lean in and kiss the top of her head, "how about you go pick out some nice warm clothes for us while I get the first aid kit, okay?"

"Whatever, just hurry your ass up before I get...I don't know...rabies or something?"

You snicker, "Rabies from the pavement?"

"JUST HURRY UP!"

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A little while later you carried a small stack of towels and the first aid kit into your room to find Catra, still dressed in her wet clothes, admiring the pictures of your friends and family you had covering your wall.

"Hey..." you said softly as you set the towels and stuff down, "I thought you were gonna get undressed? You're gonna catch a cold wearing those wet clothes, kitten!"

She groaned playfully and shoved you, "You sound like such a mom when you nag me like that!"

You smirked and pulled her close to you by the hand she shoved you with, "Well maybe if you listened to me the first time I wouldnt have to nag you, kitty~"

Her ears twitched as you said her nickname. You rarely ever used it, usually calling her Kitten or Cat instead, but when you did call her Kitty...it meant something different. It felt different, and both of you knew it.

"And what if I don't, princess~? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Laugh my ass off when you fall on the pavement again?"

Catra whined lowly under her breath making you laugh. You tilted her head up a bit by her chin, "What's wrong? Was that not the answer you were hoping for, kitty~?

She pulled you in by your collar, her face inches from yours, "I want you to kiss me..."

You smirked and kissed the tip of her nose before pulling away, "Nope, only good girls get kisses from their princess...and you've been a brat all day~"

You turn away from her and begin undressing out of your wet clothes that clung to your body. Cheekily ignoring the feeling of Catra's sharp eyes roaming all over your naked body.

As you slipped on your sports bra and boxers you heard Catra mewl, "Nooo, I liked them off~"

You laughed, grabbing a towel and the first aid kit, "Well, we still need to clean that scrape and get you changed into dry clothes," as you pulled out a damp towel and vaseline you looked up at her through mischievous eyes, "and I didn't want you to get distracted~"

She shifted on her feet a bit as she watched you gently care for her small injury, dirty thoughts filling her head.

Not long after you began putting the first aid stuff away and Catra said slyly, "You know...my arm...really hurts-"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah~" she shuffled a little closer to you, "I think I'm gonna need you to help me undress~"

"Hmm," you smile, "for some reason I feel...like you have an ulterior motive..."

"Of course not!" She gasped in a false offence, "I just thought my...sweet, loving girlfriend would help undress me when I'm in too much pain to do it myself..."

You giggled, "Okay drama queen, come here~" you sat on the edge of your bed as she shuffled toward you with a proud look on her face.

You stood as you pulled the soaked top from her caramel colored body and tossed the shirt to the side.

You heard her curse under her breath, "fucking hell it's cold"

Smirking as you had her lean against your body as you carefully slipped off her pants;

"You missed something, princess~" and she grasped your hand, bringing it to her red boxers.

You gulped. You'd seen her without her shirt on a lot, but she had never let you go any further.

"A-are you sure? Y-you don't want me to turn around or any-"

"Y/n." She said your name sternly to cut off your nervous rambling. Catra turned around in your arms so she was facing you, "I want this. I'm ready."

"W-what?" Blood rushed to your face as you felt it heat up.

She pulled both your hands to the hem of her boxers before gently placing both hands on the side of your face, "I want you...to... make love to me, princess~"

She bit her bottom lip between her teeth, a small fang sticking out, "I-If that's okay with you..."

You took a moment to think, taking in the sight of her and processing her words, before pulling her into your lips passionately.

"Of course, kitty-" you whispered against her lips, "-of course~"

Your hand went to the nape of her neck as you pulled her in before gently pushing her down on your bed.

You crawled over her, tearing off your top and boxers and throwing them to the side.

"Fuck~" you heard Catra whisper under her breath with a smile.

You brought your hand back to her boxers, looking up at her again, "You still want to do this?"

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

You subconsciously licked your bottom lip as you began to pull her boxers down slowly, as though you were opening a present. As you caught a glimpse of her you moaned and shifted on top of her, "god damn you're so fucking pretty, kitty~"

"You talking to me or my pussy?"

You both giggled at her sudden crassness as you finished undressing her and you laid your bare body on top of hers, both of you still cold but your body heat was warming you both quickly.

"Well...I guess in a way...since you're my kitty~" you caressed her jaw in your hand and whispered mischievously, "I guess that means you're my pussy too~"

"Dont-" she giggled and shoved you back, "don't ever say that again."

You laughed along with her, "Aw come on, kitty..." You ran your fingers down her stomach down between her thighs and teased her just above where she needed you, "you know this pussy belongs to me~"

She purred, her back arching slightly, "You're...you're really enjoying this aren't you?"

"Definitely~" you stopped teasing her and brought your hands to her tits instead, messaging both of them in your hands as you leaned your head down and began sucking on her hardened nipples.

"F-fuck~!" She mewled, her claws digging into your back and her hips twitched beneath you.

Your tongue traced circles around her breasts as you rolled her nipples between your fingers. Moaning against her skin and rocking your hips against hers as she moans.

"I've...fuck I've wanted this so bad~" you confessed as you kissed across her chest to her other nipple, your hand sliding down her stomach, "I've wanted you so bad~"

"S-sorry to keep you waiting-" she breathed out through short pants before her hips jumped up and a squeak left her lips as you bit down on her hardened bud.

"Don't be-" you told her firmly before your voice went soft again, "I understood why you wanted to wait, my love...but I'd be lying if I said I never thought about it...about us~"

Her purrs grew in volume as your hand returned between her thighs and you teased around her sensitive parts again.

You kissed up her chest to her neck and began leaving hickies across her skin, "But this time, Kitty...you come first~"

You both moaned in harmony as you finally slipped your fingers passed her lower lip.

"O-oh f-fuck~!" She hissed, her cheeks turned a dark red as she tried to bite on her hand to muffle her sound.

You gently pulled her hand away, replacing it with your mouth as you continued teasing her pussy that was coating your fingers in her arousal.

"Don't do that, kitty. Don't hide your pleasure~" you teased her entrance painfully slow, her hips rising and falling on their own, "I want to hear how good you feel~"

As you rubbed her more you whispered lowly against her ear, "Mmm, youre so wet, kitty, hear that delicious sound your body's making for me~?"

She went to bite down on her lip before remembering what you said, so instead she spread her legs wider for you and let herself pant and moan desperately for you, "P-please princess, I need you inside me~"

Your fingers rubbed against her entrance faster before you finally began pushing the tip of a finger inside her, "Mmm, fuck you sound so beautiful when you moan, kitty-" you moaned lowly, your hips beginning to rock back and forth, rubbing your core against her leg.

"Damn," you swore, "spread your legs a little more for me, kitty~"

Catra did as you asked but accidentally simultaneously happened to push her knee against your core causing you to moan loudly and your eyes to roll back.

You gently thrust your finger deeper and deeper into her inch by inch until she carefully scratched down your arms with her claws, "M-more~! Please princess~! I need more~"

You complied, pushing a second then a third finger in, her walls clenching around your fingers as she reached her high.

In and out slowly then fast and then slow again you thrusted in and out of her, curling your fingers to rub against that sweet spot that had her writhing beneath you.

She pants and moans loudly, her claws left scratches down your back that would surely hurt tomorrow but for now felt so so good.

"F-fuck~!" She mewls as her hips thrust up at the same place as your fingers and she rides them. "D-dont stop, princess~! Oh f-fuck, don't stop~! Please don't stOp~!"

Catra's body shook beneath you in pleasure, her eyes screwed shut as she focused on the intense pleasure you were giving her until every so often when they opened for a moment just to show her eyes rolling back as she moaned and purred.

"Y/n~!" She cried out your name as her walls began to clench tightly around your fingers, her legs began to shake, and rumbling purrs vibrated inside her chest. "F-fuck, princess~! I'm...I'm sO close~! Please...please let me cum~! P-please~!"

"You don't have to ask, kitty~" you assured her as you kissed her temple and cheek, "cum for me, cum for me~"

Her hands dug in your hair as her body jerked up and she cried out your name. Her eyes rolling back as she came undone, her juices coating your hand and making a mess on the sheets.

"Good girl~" She whimpered as you praised her, your free hand tucking her hair back as you scratched her ears softly, "that's my good kitty, just relax...I've got you, I'm not going anywhere~"

As she started to come down from her high you gently removed your fingers before licking them clean and leaning down to kiss her so she got a taste of herself on your lips.

But as you pulled away you noticed her sniffling and tears running down her face.

A surge of panic runs through you and you cup her face, "Oh no, w-what wrong, kitten? I w-wasnt too rough was I?"

"No-" she cut you off and placed her hands on top of yours, "no it's just...I-Im not used to...fuck-" she looks at you through tired but loving eyes, "y-youre just so...good to me...I'm not used to it yet."

Then her face turned a dark red as she groaned and covered her face, "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break down like that...god that must've sounded so stupid-"

"Hey-" you pulled her hands away from her face and tilted her head up by her chin to make her look at you as you smiled warmly, "it wasn't stupid, kitten. I know it'll take time to get used to, but you'll get there, I promise. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm so glad I was able to make you feel good, kitty~"

With that you gently pulled her in to your warm embrace, the cold from outside long forgotten as you found comfort in each other's arms.

Not even a moment or two later you began to feel Catra kissing down your neck and collar bone, "Catra, you don't have to-"

"Hush," she ordered, her hands going down to squeeze your thighs, "it's my turn~"

The way she looks at you sets your blood on fire and makes your pussy tingle. "O-okay~" You breathe out as you subconsciously begin to grind your core against her legs.

"Come here-" she coos gently as she helps you get situated on top of the pillows then whimpers:

"Oh princess~" she moans and spreads your legs wider, "you look so good..."

She looks at you softly, the arousal evident in her eyes, "C-can I get a closer look~?"

You gulped and combed your fingers through her hair, "Yes kitten~" You groan as your arousal takes over your body, "I...I want you to play with my pussy, kitty~"

Her eyes widened as she blushed, but after a moment of gay panic she bowed her head and began to kiss around your inner thighs.

You gasped. She's so close yet feels so far from where you need her, your pussy throbbing between your legs.

"C-catra~" you moan her name softly as you try to pull her mouth where you need her and thankfully she complies.

"Mmm~" she moans lowly as she begins making out with your pussy lips, kissing, sucking, and swirling her tongue around you.

"F-fuck~! C-catra~! Y-your-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, your hips grinding against her face as you kept her trapped between your thighs, "C-catra~! Y-your...your t-tongue, nnnGGhh~!"

Her eyes widened as she remembered her tounge was slightly rougher than yours thanks to her magicat genes. She tries to pull away and apologize but you push her face back in your cunt.

"Don't you fucking stop, kitten~! F-fuck~! It feels so good, kitty, I need your tongue inside me, kitty~! Now~!"

She smirks against your pussy, your desperation turning her on incredibly and she decides to ravish your cunt like you deserve.

Her bright multicolored eyes meet yours as she pushes her rough wet tongue deep inside you.

Your back arches as you moan, Catra gripping your thighs to keep them open as she eats you out, her tongue running over your walls, and lapping up your arousal.

"Damn princess, you taste so pretty~" she moans inside you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your pussy.

You gasp and pant as you pull on her hair to ground yourself, "O-oh fuck, kitty~! F-fuck~!"

She can feel your legs begin to shake around her and she decides to up the ante by curling her tongue against your g-spot, hitting it with her rough tongue as she laps up your juices that have started dripping down her chin.

You borderline scream as she abuses your sweet spot, grinding your pussy in her face mercilessly as your thighs clench around her head.

"Yes~! Yes~! Oh yes, kitty~! That feels so good~! That feels so good, kitty~! I'm so fucking close~!" Moans and filthy wet sounds echo in your room and you're thankful your parents weren't home yet as you cry out to her, "I wanna cum all over your pretty face, kitty~! Is that okay~? Please~! Please let me cum on your face~"

She groans into your pussy once more. Your walls tightening as your back arches and your legs shake, "It's okay, princess~! Cum on my face, princess, cum on my tongue and let me eat you up~!"

With a few more thrusts of her tongue you come undone, squirting all over her face and tongue as you cry out her name.

"Oh fuck princess, I wish you could see how pretty you look-"

You intertwined your fingers with hers as you tried to catch your breath and she wiped her face with one of the towels you brought in earlier before sliding up your body. Your chest pressed against hers as she whispered through falsified innocent looking eyes:

"-but I can show you how good you taste~"

And she leaned in to kiss you softly, her tonge grazing yours making you moan and kiss her back passionately.

"I love you so fucking much~" you confessed against her lips before pulling back slightly, "you mean...the whole world to me, Catra..." you whispered to her as though it was a secret, but it wasn't, infact Catra knew that if you could, you would brag about her to the whole world.

"A-and I know...you're still getting used to this...to feeling like this, I am too," you brushed her hair behind her ear and nuzzled your nose against hers, "and you don't have to say anything back, kitten, I want you to go at your own pace but I also want you to know...I know how I feel and...I know I love you and I know I always will."

"I'm yours, kitten~"

Catra bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to break down in tears again, though it was difficult. Feelings that she kept buried for so long because someone once made her feel like they were too much rose to the surface again because of you,

and she allowed herself to smile.

She looked at you like you were all the stars in the sky, with so much love and admiration, and even though she wasn't quite ready to say those three words that her past lover made her feel were worthless, you could see it in the way she looked at you.

She cupped your face in her hands, her claws resting on your soft cheeks gently as she kissed you softly, "I...I want to be yours too, princess." She confessed and felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders as she hugged you tight and whispered in your ear,

"I want to be yours~"

[sionisjaune]

Nico/Lewis after Interlagos

After Interlagos, Lewis indulges in one of his least calculated decisions.

Angela doesn’t stop him, lifting a disappointed eyebrow in Lewis’s direction while he slinks out of the hospitality with his phone in hand.

Lewis dials the number. Usually these conversations happen face to face.

“Hello, Lewis,” Nico says, after precisely three rings.

“Hi,” says Lewis, pressing the phone into his ear. “I lost.”

“I was wondering. I had the race on for a bit.” Nico’s voice is too close to the phone, like it’s shoved between his cheek and his shoulder while he goes about finishing some secondary task. “Let me guess. It was your win, and Russell stole it in front of your surrogate home crowd, and you deserved it but you didn’t get it because you never get what you’re owed. Oh, wait. Verstappen robbed you too—is that what you were going to say?”

Lewis bites his lip, hard. “No.”

Some rustling comes through the speaker like Nico is jostling his phone about. “Good, because you didn’t deserve it. I’ll guess again. You were calling to tell me you’re worried you aren’t championship-calibre anymore. You wonder if you’re old and slow and past your prime, and you can’t admit it to yourself, but you’d hear it from me. Is that it?”

Lewis curls his hand into a fist, impotent rage and frustration bubbling inside his chest. “No.”

“I didn’t think so. It doesn’t sound like something you’d say.” Lewis imagines Nico pacing around the kitchen in his sunny Monaco apartment, shaking his head decisively. “Final guess. You want to suck my cock. You miss me.”

“I don’t miss you,” Lewis says, and even he can hear how his voice is paper-thin and flimsy.

Nico clicks his tongue, in that bratty, self-important way he does, and Lewis feels his face twist into the familiar shape of revulsion. He clutches the phone tighter.

“Well, I can’t fly out. If you’re wondering,” Nico says. “I’m actually in the middle of a massage. Though the masseuse has gone away for the moment, so whine on.”

“A massage,” Lewis says. He recontextualizes the ambient sounds backgrounding Nico’s voice and decides he can hear the hum of a heater, the rustle of bamboo sheets and the dull melody of spa music.

“I try to get one every two weeks. Would you believe that the divorce has taken its toll on my deltoids?”

Lewis almost snorts. He turns into the wall, half hiding his face, although no one is watching him behind the garage. “I have this great guy in LA. He does this Thai-style massage that’s been crazy popular lately. The waitlist is insane, but I can probably get you in.

There’s a moment of incredulous silence. “I’m not going to fucking LA for a massage,” says Nico.

“Fuck you, man,” says Lewis.

Nico snorts. “Didn’t you want to talk about your race?”

Lewis uncurls his hand from its fist and wiggles his fingers until his circulation returns to normal. “Not really,” he admits.

Nico sighs. “I have to go. Call me again when the weekend is over. I’m extremely busy, obviously. But I can arrange dinner if I have a few days notice.” Nico pauses. “And don’t say something idiotic like, ‘Dinner? Why?’ We both know what we want.”

“Alright. Good bye, Nico,” Lewis says.

“Good bye, Lewis,” Nico parrots. His accent doesn’t allow him to produce the same inflection, but it’s a near thing.

The call ends, and Lewis slips his phone into his pocket. The track is almost silent, now. The air in Sao Paolo is warm. The rain is gone.

[larabiatasstuff]

Hello, again my dear! I hope you have been well. I have another request for CK Terry because I am absolute simp for him 😩 I have a problem lmao. But my request is, can he maybe.... fall for a cute 30-something girl who works the juice bar, doesn't know much karate and gets steamy with her, maybe a lil yandere (if you're comfortable with it, if not no worries), but they fall for each other 😅 something about her "don't care what people think" attitude and her brattiness just gets to him. He wants to "train" her and "discipline" her so she knows respect 😏 sorry I'm such a simp, I love you, I love your blog. I hope life treats you well and rains blessing down on you 🖤

Awww @thedeadsingforme so kind thank you so much 🖤And if simping for Terry is a problem then we all have a problem. 😂I really love your request and I hope I can create something you'll enjoy. ☺️

I was sitting in my car on the parking lot in front of one of the new Cobra Kai dojo when I noticed a piece of paper with a job offer on it. They're were looking for someone to work on the juice bar at the dojo. I was currently looking for a job so I thought I'd try my luck. I ripped the paper off the door and entered the dojo. A training session just started so I went straight to the receptionist, a very arrogant looking lady. "Hey good morning, umm I just saw the job offer and... Excuse me are you listening to me?" she rolled her eyes and gave me a false smile. "What can I do for you?" she asked "Like I said a few minutes earlier, I found this job offer and I'd like to apply for the job.". "Uh huh so do you have any experience?" "Oh yeah I worked at a bar befo..." "Alright do you know anything about karate?"She asked cutting me off. Now I was confused. "Umm no why should I? Do I have to fight the oranges before I make juice? I'm sorry but does your boss know how you treat people?" again that arrogant smile. "My boss wants me to make sure to find the right person for this job, someone who represents the dojo and not... Well whatever you represent." That was it "Excuse me? Just because I'm not wearing a pretty little Gucci costume like you doesn't mean I don't know how to do my job." I was furious at this point and I had to pull myself together so I wouldn't yell at her. "Is there a problem?" a male voice came from behind us. I turned around and saw a tall man dressed in a black gi, wearing his silver hair in a ponytail.

Part two 🖤

[poisonouswritings]

*Appears out of thin air* Hello! May I request M4 being caught with MC in a rainstorm. Just all the soft, cutesy antics that might occur, I can’t stop say dreaming about it :3 amazing work as always!

Aww thank you :3 and rainstorms are v aesthetic

GN!Reader, rainy behavior

Felix Escellun

Consider,, consider,,, You and Felix went to the bookstore and now there's rain and you guys are trying to protect the books,,,, you both pull off your jackets/cloaks and have them wrapped around the bundle,,,,, it's cold so you're huddled together,,,,,,,,,,

He comes up with the brilliant idea to try and cast a Water Deflection spell! It's something he learned a couple years ago because it seemed useful.

On one hand imagine walking around with Felix and you guys are just in this bubble of dryness so you can watch the rain and be in it without actually getting wet,,, the buildings you pass would have candles in the windows and stuff and they'd be reflecting on the puddles,,,,,,, magical,,,,,,,,,,,,

On the other hand imagine Felix steps into the rain all confident and then he immediately gets soaked because he somehow managed to reverse the effects of the spell, aka instead of repelling water he actually attracts it and then he just is huddling with you under a shelter and he looks like a drowned cat,,,,,,,, funni,,,,,,,,,,,,,

He shivers a lot. Complains of course because he's just bratty like that, but he is genuinely cold. Will definitely be clinging to you for warmth.

Just think it's funny if you have the study key with you so you could just teleport to his study whenever you want,,,, like he can open a portal,,,,,, but neither of you guys think about it in the moment.

You spend over an hour huddled together. Read a little from your books. Share stories about how this one time it was storming really hard and Baby!Felix went into the rain to get worms and then got a cold and how Scylla tried to 'treat' him by getting him to eat a literal mud pie and that's why he started eating dirt.

And then the rainstorm ends and he opens a portal to yeet you guys home because the books are heavy and he doesn't wanna carry them all,,,,, and,,,,,,,,,,, you guys kinda just Share A Look as you realize you've had access to fucking portals this entire time,,,,, dummies,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Anisa Anka

I mean if Anisa is drunk it's basically gonna be Chapter 4. Stumbling around and flirting, but this time with significantly more kisses. Anisa is bold when she's buzzed!! She's gonna be a little handsy and a little bitey. Love that for her. She deserves as much. Bonus points if you smell like some type of food.

You either have to carry her or sit with her until she sobers up enough because if she tries to navigate her way home now she's gonna get distracted wanting to take you to her favorite food place so.

But if she's sober!!

If she has a cloak/jacket she's immediately giving it to you. She doesn't want you getting sick. What if Astraean illnesses kill you?

If there's puddles everywhere she picks you up and carries you so you don't risk slipping and falling. Yes she just wanted an excuse to show you how stronk she is and how well she can protecc you

I think you guys would wait around for like,,, a couple minutes,,,, and then when it's clear the rainstorm isn't gonna stop, she bundles you up and grabs your hand. You guys dart from cover to cover, trying to avoid getting drenched and laughing all the while.

You teach Annie the 'rain rain go away' song and you're both singing it as you dart around,,, end up in a little alcove chest-to-chest, giggling and singing while you guys catch your breath,,,,,, your singing kinda trailing off because Oh Anisa Looks So Cute with her hair flattened by the rain and her cheeks warm and a big smile on her face,,, and you throw your arms around her and smooch her because She Deserves It

When you guys finally do get back to the apartment, it's a change of clothes and some fresh tea for both of you!!

You guys are changed and in bed surrounded by a pillow + blanket fort while sipping warm tea,,, listening to the rain hitting the window and the thunder rolling in the distance,,, soft,,,

Sage Lesath

Okay like,, honestly,,,, Sage is gonna play in the rain. You can stay under the shelter if you want but He Is Going To Run Around And Have Fun. And there is a very good chance he grabs your arm and pulls you over as well.

Spinning you around,, if the ground is slippery and you start to fall he catches you,,,, has a hand on your lower back as he grins and says Hey It Looks Like You Fell For Him,,,, On the other hand if he's the one that falls and you try to help him he is still going to trip and he will pull you down with him, but he will make sure to twist so that he hits the ground and you fall on top of him

Hehe,,, Sage titties

He wants to splash in puddles!!

Like legit he just wants to hop around from puddle to puddle. Stomps his feet a little bit because it's fun. His tail smacks against the water too.

You can ask him why he feels the need to do this but he'll just look you in the eye, blink really slowly, and hop into another puddle.

✨ ~ ℕ𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙 ~ ✨

If you really don't want to get wet (throw in a sex joke there on Sage's behalf) then that's fine! He'll give you his jacket to use as a makeshift umbrella and then just run around only in his pants and boots. And on that note I wanna point out to everyone,, Sage,,, shirtless,,,, water running down his torso,,,,,,, it's cold out,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, yeah he sees you looking and he's gonna tease you about it, but he's also pretty damn proud of himself. Kitty cat likes showing off!

Ultimately I don't think you're gonna be able to get out of this while staying dry.

Once you guys do manage to get back to Fathom, you tell Sage to go towel off so he doesn't get a cold. And then he smirks and says that Oh, Do You want to towel him off? Wink.

Once he's dry he crawls on top of you and curls up for a little cat nap.

Rime Varela

Okay okay okay so

I feel like when he notices it's raining Rime has this split second moment of cursing the gods because Why Must They Conspire To Ruin His Hair Like This

I mean he will go out into the rain if he has to but he's also perfectly content to just stay in whatever store or cafe you guys are in and just,, wait for it to end.

Rime can teleport!! He's just gonna teleport home.

But if you want to stay in the rain then he will stay with you. It just isn't his first choice.

Or his second choice.

You guys watch raindrops racing on windows except Rime will just clear a path for his raindrop because he's a competitive little bastard and he thinks he's oh-so-very Funny.

You can stomp around in puddles if you want but if you get mud on him he's gonna be salty for the rest of the day.

Either he does the Water Repel spell (hehe that rhymes) or he just flat-out steals an umbrella. He's trying to stop you from getting drenched because if you get a cold, guess who's gonna be taking care of your dumb ass? He is. So quit trying to get sick >:(

But as much as he complains, he's also smiling to himself a little at how much fun you're having. He makes sure to hug you close and rub your arms when you're cold. If he has his cloak with him then he'll wrap you up in it (I don't think he can get cold so it's really not a big deal for him).

You guys get home and Rime makes you go change into something warm. While you're changing he's making some coffee and pulling out some snacks.

You guys are inside, wrapped in blankets, still racing raindrops but this time Rime can't cheat. And it's peaceful and soft and warm and nice.

[btsgotjams27]

All Grown Up ~ JJK | 11

✨ title: all grown up | series ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ warnings: noona kink, older woman, younger man, kissing, oral (m,f), unprotected intercourse, significant age gap (9 years), confident Jungkook, cocky Jungkook, bratty Jungkook, crappy mom, but overall Jungkook is the sweetest, most romantic boy who's fallen in love | warnings for each chapter will vary ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done. ✨ can also read on AO3 or Wattpad

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✨ chapter 11 ~ what are we doing? | wc: 1.7k

A full day out with Yuna, and you couldn't look at any more wedding dresses. They were all starting to look the same, just white poofs of tulle. Now that she was going through planning her wedding, a part of you was glad you weren't anymore. You weren't sure what you thought when you said yes to U-jin. Maybe it was just something you were 'supposed' to do, something you do after being together for a long time.

When you got home and immediately called Hyunie. "I fucked up." Not even a hello, just straight to the point. It was excruciating hanging out with Yuna, trying not to let it slip that you fucked her little brother. Your whole body would heat up in flames whenever he was mentioned in a conversation.

"What did you do this time?" She let out a deep sigh. She knew she needed to sit down for this because it was going to be a doozy.

"I..maybe, kind of, sort of, slept with Jungkook." You said with hesitation before burying your head into your pillow. Now that some time had passed, you realized how stupid you were for letting it happen. You didn't really think about the consequences. Your pussy made all the decisions for you. But the sex was amazing and too good to pass up.

"YAH! What do you mean kind of, sort of? Dicks don't just accidentally slip in," she said with a magnified voice.

"I know! I know! Please don't yell at me! I already feel horrible." Thankfully you weren't doing this in person, you know she'd be throwing things at you too.

Hyunie sighed again. "Okay, fine. I'll save the lecture. So, what are you going to do?"

"I should tell Yuna, shouldn't I?" Were you ready for the wrath of your best friend? To be honest, no, but you needed to put on your big girl panties and be an adult, and just tell your best friend the truth.

"Well, no shit Sherlock...but have you talked to Jungkook about it?"

You were so busy with Yuna that you didn't even have time to text Jungkook. "Not yet. I haven't had any time today." It was hard to get the night before and this morning out of your head. You shuddered thinking about his lips on yours, his touch, his stupid fingers, his stupid smirk, that cocky smirk when he was thrusting into you. Ugh, this whole thing's too confusing.

"I guess talk to him and see what he wants."

"Pray for me," you groaned.

"Praying will not save you from the wrath of your best friend."

Even Hyunie didn't believe that Yuna wouldn't go ape shit when she found out the truth about you and Jungkook. There was no way this would turn out well.

That same night, you asked Jungkook if you could talk to him, so he suggested you go over and you guys could order in. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as he pulled you into his apartment. His place was charming and modern, just big enough for him. There was a spacious kitchen, overlooking the dining area and living room, and upstairs led to his loft bedroom.

"Someone's excited." You commented, as his face couldn't hide his excitement of having you at his place and this time you were more than just his 'Noona'. Possible fling, fuck-buddy, girlfriend? You supposed you'd find out soon enough.

"Excited you're here. I didn't know what you were craving, so I may have ordered too much."

You chuckled, looking at the spread of food on the counter. There were three different restaurant bags. "Yeah that is a lot of food."

He began to unpack the food, laying it out on the counter. "So, what did you want to talk about? You seemed really anxious on the phone."

Because you were. You were overthinking every possible detail, every possible scenario about how this whole thing could turn out, and you always came to the same conclusion - that it wouldn't turn out well for anyone. "I'm just going to get straight to the point..." You paused for a moment. "What are we doing?"

"We're eating," he said while stuffing his mouth with a piece of fried chicken.

You didn't have an appetite right now, your stomach was in knots all day thinking about this conversation. "Jungkook. I'm serious. Are we together? Messing around? Am I just a fuck buddy? Because I don't want to lie to Yuna. She's my best friend and it's different for you, because she's your sister and she'll forgive you because she's stuck with you, but she can kick me to the curb for all I know–"

"Noona–" He could tell you were getting worked up, so he put down his food, giving you his full attention. "What do you want us to be?"

That was difficult to answer, to be honest, there was no good answer. He was your best friend's little brother, a boy you've known your whole life. He wasn't supposed to be more than that. "Well...I know I like you but I also know that I'm a lot older than you, nine years to be exact, and that we're probably in different places in terms of what we may want for the future. I guess there's also a fear of our families not approving of our relationship, especially my mom."

"Your mom loves me," he grinned.

"I know, but that's because she's known you forever. She's only known you as baby Jungkookie, not Jungkook, my boyfriend."

"I like that, Jungkook, the boyfriend."

"Jungkook...I'm having a crisis here," you said as you buried your face in your hands.

"Sorry. Okay, yes. Me, you, what are we?" He took a moment to think about it. "I like you and I think you're beautiful and extremely cute at the same time. I know I love waking up to you in the morning and I don't care what other people think, as long as we're happy."

You groaned at his answer. "That's easier said than done. What about Yuna?" For sure, you knew Yuna would flip out. There was no way she'd be down for you and her baby brother getting together.

Jungkook shrugged. "What about her? You don't think she'll be happy about us?"

"Not if we keep sneaking around like this. You have no idea how hard it was to be with her all day and I had to make sure I didn't let anything slip."

"You don't like sneaking around?" he asked, giving you a shit-eating grin.

You rolled your eyes. Frankly, you've never done a casual type of situation, you were never that type of person. "It feels wrong, like I'm doing something I'm not supposed to."

He came around to give you a back hug, and nestled his chin on your shoulder, and you leaned into him. "I'll do whatever you want to do. How about that?" He gave you kitten kisses on your shoulders, moving your hair out of the way, so he could make his way to your neck. A little whine left your lips as he gripped his hands tighter around your waist.

“I could eat you instead.” You turned around and playfully smacked him in the arm as he softly laughed. “What? You didn't like this morning?”

“I didn't say that...but our relationship should be more than just sex.” Again, you didn’t do ‘casual relationships’. If this was going to happen, then you wanted more than just that. At least that's what you think you wanted.

“Boo,” he teased playfully.

“I'm leaving,” you whined, starting to walk away from him. You were having a literal crisis at hand, and you couldn't understand how he could joke at a time like this. The fate of your friendship was at stake here.

His bunny smile made an appearance along with his dimples. “You're so cute when you're mad.”

“Kook...." whining again, practically having a meltdown in his kitchen. There might as well have been an angry storm cloud following you at this point. It was shitstorm after shitstorm for you.

He held out his hand. “C'mere.” You took his hand and he pulled you into him. “Can we just keep 'us' a secret for a little while? I like having you all to myself without worrying about Yuna, your mom, and what everything thinks about us.”

Of course the thought of that sounded nice, but was it realistic? “Jungkook…”

“Just for a week or two. I just want you all to myself for a little bit.”

A week or two? You didn't know if you could keep a secret like this for very long. It would be eating you alive at every waking moment. Everything in you was flashing red, telling you it wasn't right, that it would somehow come back to bite you in the ass. You didn't agree but you also didn't disagree with what he suggested.

The two of you spent the evening hanging out and talking. You sat in his lap as he showed you a new game he was developing at work.

“This is an FPS.”

“FPS? You gotta explain this terminology to me. I'm an old lady, remember?”

He chuckled at your innocence. “First person shooter.”

“Okay, got it. Keep going.”

He continued geeking out and becoming giddy when he talked about his work. You thought it was endearing. You grabbed your phone to check the time but it was dead. You asked Jungkook for the time, he said it was 10:30PM. It was late and you had an early morning at work the next day in the writing room. You decided it was time to go and call it a night.

“You could stay.” He suggested with a pout, knowing full well that you weren't even prepared to stay over - no extra clothes, toothbrush, etc.

You chuckled at his effort in convincing you to stay. “It sounds very tempting, but I shouldn't. Maybe next time.”

"Oh--so there's gonna be a next time?"

You rolled your eyes at the cute but annoying man. "I mean I can go and never come back."

"No, no, no...don't do that." He grumbled as he took your hand in his and led you to the door, making you back up against it. His hands gripped your waist and your arms swung around his neck to bring him in for a kiss. You gently bit down on his bottom lip as you pulled away.

“Please don't go,” he whined.

You laughed. “I see I did my job in making you want more, so it's time to go.”

He continued whining as he opened the door for you. He cupped your face, peppering kisses all over your face. You giggled, telling him to stop so you could leave.

"What in the actual fuck is going on?" Yuna exclaimed, dropping the bag in her hand.

✨ previous chapter ~ the morning after

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[anamelessfool]

Please I need to know what this wip is 👀

Hello! It's a WIP chapter from my Ficlet Anthology called "Bestiary" which is about the Nameless Ghouls throughout time.

It came about from a conversation I had with @gravehags about Cumulus Ghoul.

Basic premise is Papa Emeritus Henri Leclerc (Violin) is visiting Versailles with his trio of Nameless Ghouls: Cumulus (Harpsichord), Rain (cello) and a random OC ghoul called Springheel (Flute)

He gets challenged to a duel and cannot back out of it. He is a lover, not a fighter.

Chaos ensues, of course. Thank you!!!

WIP Game List

WIP Below the Cut (18+ Pls)

1789 (Versailles)

Rain gestured idly towards Cumulus. ARE YOU GOING TO GET OFF OF HIM? I HAVEN'T SEEN HIS FEET MOVE IN A FEW MINUTES.

IF HE DIES HE DIES. She tucked her skirts under her arms and swung her leg over to free the body underneath her. Her hand shot out and gripped the back of the cortuier’s head, yanking his hair. He gasped, eyes rolling, arms loose in total submissive surrender. LOOK. HE'S FINE.

THEY'RE THE HORNIEST LITTLE FUCKS I'VE EVER KNOWN. Rain sighed, absently stroking the backside of one of his companions. THINK HUMANS WILL GET WORSE, OR GO BACK TO BEING BUCKLE-SHOED PRUDES?

NOT SURE. BUT I'M PLEASED THEY GOT OVER THE COMPULSION TO THROW PEOPLE AT LIONS. Cumulus readjusted her own human doll to rest his head in the volume of her soft lap, then raked her nails across his scalp as if he were a particularly large housecat. THAT WAS ONLY FUN IN THEORY.

[a jolly, portly Papa runs in and shoos all the courtiers out so he could talk to his ghouls in private.]

“We’re leaving!” Papa said brightly, but there was a deep anxious strain in the muscles of the smile plastered on his face.

WHAT? ALREADY? Rain collapsed into a bratty slump on the settee. WE JUST GOT HERE.

[smilingangel582]

Hello hello... Long time no see. Anyway I got a very unexpected request from a sweet anon asking me if I know an anime called "soredemo sekai wa utskushi".

Weeeell I got good news and bad news for them. The good news is I already got the series pending on my list... the bad news is I haven't watched it because it was left alone for some time.

This anon actually seemed innocent and sweet, so I kinda felt like following their request because, since i wrote a lot of uncommon anime fics, I might be able to write that one, too...

Guess what... I watched it ... thd whole thing lol and it was pretty good, I am not fond of large age gap animes, but honestly, it had a good plot and theme... so who cares of age and stuff, hehe.

There's a perfect bratty lee , so I'm gonna do it and hopefully try to write this for that anon.

Enjoyyy and spoilers for "the world is still beautiful - soredemo sekai wa utskushi"

Still a child

The sun is in the palm of his hand. The world is under his feet. If he grows weary and bored, he can cast away any he desires. Power is given to him, and no one defies him...

"Nihihike! Cuhuhut thahahat ohohout!"

Except Princess Nike of the principality of rain. She gives a gentle chuckle as she watches King Livius fall into a stream of childish giggles, suddenly the intimidation vanishing like smoke.

"No way, you're this ticklish...?" Genuine amazed as she further pushed him to the bed and pinches his sides more fluently, making him cackle and squirm.

"Nohoho one tihihickles thehehe suhuhun kihihing!"

Niker hums now moving her fingers up teasingly "What's that your majesty? No one?"

He shrilled as she digs her index fingers on either side of his ribs, making squirm more. Grinning, she noticed how his weak and small arms tried to forcefully push her nimble hands away.

"Nohoho one!"

Nodding playfully, she was sticking closer to his bony ribs, now giving a hum of jovial. "What's this... Livi? Am I missing a rib?"

To say Livius was mad was an understatement, but he was blushing so much, although he can't remember exactly when he was tickled like this. Was it with Sheila?

"OI! HAHAHA NOHO!" His laugh escalated and further curled into the bed since stopping Nike had been difficult with his predicament "NOHOT THEHEHHERE!"

"Here? These little ribs?" She teased, enjoying how he collapsed into shrieking giggles and laughs with a flushed face and bright smile.

"I wonder Livi... you did threatened me to put to prison with an empty stomach... so" she slowl6 sneaks her fingers under his armpits "It's payback time"

"NOOO! EEK!" He squealed now closing his arms tightly to stop the tingly wiggles, but she already scratched gently at the hollows making him wriggle around and giggling madly through his high pitched laughter.

"What's all the commotion?

Bardwin's voice makes Nike stop abruptly. She blushes at their position, but thankfully, he seemed to preoccupied by the fact that Livius was laughing.

"My, is my adorable nephew so ticklish?" He smiled fondly and Livi snapped angrily though he was still giggling as he held his ribs "Shuhuhut up! Get lost!"

"Rude... why I ought teach him some manners, mind acquainting me princess Nike?" He asked her grinning with motivation. She's stunned by how he's willing to tickle the sun king but then again ...who is she to refuse such a request?

"Alright... his armpits are bad..."

"Oi!" But Bard already grabs his waist making him squeal in surprise. It shocks Nike a lot.

"And here too..." he said knowingly and then mercilessly pinches Livius's waist, making him flinch with sudden cackles and tears pricking the coners of his long eye lashes.

"Nohohi stahahap ihit pleehehehease!" He gripped those annoying hands but couldn't push him off.

Nike grinning mischievously sneaks her long fingers under his arms making him squeak and collapse into a giggle fit.

"Sorry but did the o mighty sun king beg?" Bard smirks "Now what would happen if you were to be interrogated like this majesty?"

"WHOHOHO WOULD UHUHUSE THIHIS AGAINST MEHEHE??" Genuinely curious as he shouts through trying to wriggle free.

"Oh, I don't know, someone desperate for your power..." Seeing the adorable face, Bardwin turned to Nike and said "Now isn't he a perfect child... I wish we get to see this cuteness for much longer" sighing he pinches his cheeks now "Well let's stop and let him be his usual self again, princess"

Obliging she watch Livius curls further away from the residual giggles still spilling as he tries to glare "Thihis is ahaha crihihime!"

"What tickling you?"

Blushes and then tosses a pillow them, but somehow Nike can tell that he didn't mind the attention, she notices a sudden warmth in him. Something she wishes to see in him everyday.

Bard tries another attempt to give him playful pokes and Livius giggles instantly "Dohoho nohohot!"

"Jeez, giggling already, you really are still a wittle baby" Bard moves back, smiling but not smirking.

A moment is being shared by the three and Livius is the first to sense the sudden warmth, his turns red again and curls back under the covers, "L-leave! Both of you!"

Although Nike attempts to leave him be, he suddenly calls out "No wait..."

That was all they needed to hear from the childish sun king.

[lutawolf]

Hello Luta.

Ill try to be polite and keep my rant short but i cant promise anything.

First of all, im from Mexico so english is not my main language so please bear with me and my grammar wrong doings.

So let me give you a bit of context, i first encountered BDSM when i was a 16 yo (Im 20 yo now dw), it was through some fanfic and at that time i didnt really understood what was happening and i started searching a bit about it but i really didn't talk about it, it was like my big secret that i knew about this. Fast forward when i was around 18 i dont know how one night i ended up on BDSM advice reddit and i was so excited to tell my friends about my new discovery but they ignored me lol. So yeah after that i pretty much stopped searching and kept it on lock until KP. I remember that i was thrilled with Kinn and porsche relationship, i loved it and i told one of my friends that i wanted that type of dynamic but then Vegaspete happened and i was gone, the face on pete when Vegas was touching him before the kiss, yeah I want to be him so bad. So i dont even know how i ended up on your Tumblr but i read all your explanations one night and i was shaking in excitement, everything was so fucking clear. So yeah I started to search way more about it and finally understood what Subspace was and oh the way im craving to be able to experience it. So i kept searching and reading and got to the point where i can admit yeah im on the submissive side. Im sorry this is getting long i promise im almost finish. So im also watching LITA and let me tell you my personality is basically Sky BUT seeing rain this last episode was like seeing myself on my last relationship minus the part when Payu was so good and caring for him. When payu was telling him that he needed to focus on School, i wanted to cry because I need someone to tell me that and when i saw rain waiting for Payu for hours only to tell him that he did well, i understood him perfectly. So after seeing the episode i ran to your Tumblr and all of the things i was thinking about their dynamic were right and I came across your post about being a non sexual Dom with your friends and it also clicked for me the way i would always be a bit bratty with my friends but always always waiting for compliments and waiting for them to tell me what to do. So yeah i dont even know why i wanted to tell you all of this right now, i guess it's more of a thank you for making me see lots of things about myself. I dont think im ready to search for the BDSM here in Mexico, i find it pretty scary but at least now i know what is going on with me.

This was morea rant than a question, so im very sorry, just wanted to share.

Thank you so much for your analysis, they helped me a lot to understand and accept myself.

Hey Hey takhun!!!

For English being a second language, you did absolutely beautifully. I understood every bit of this and I appreciate you taking the time to write it in English. It clearly showcases how much of a caring individual you are and I adore you for it.

If you are more comfortable writing in Spanish then please feel free to just know it will take me a bit to translate it. I can read it a lot better than I can speak it though🤷🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ My husband and my kids are all basically fluent, I don't know what's wrong with me. My brain literally goes BIRD BIRD BIRD SQUIRELL when I try to speak it. We went to Mexico this year and everyone talking to me and here is my family answering for me. All that to say I have mad respect for my bilingual peeps.

I remember you reading my stuff. I got notifications. I can always tell when people are really feeling it because suddenly all my D/s posts start getting likes. Trust me , I love it. Headspace is something but don't rush it, it takes the right person to not crash and burn. When you have the right person though, it's like you've hit another dimension.

I'm thrilled that you thought to run to my blog. That makes it worth staying up late to write the review. I really do appreciate the share. If I've helped even one person then it means the world to me. Thank you 💜💜💜

[xxcallmemaryxx]

hi!! it's been a while

(abt this asnwer of yours) THE THING YOU SAID ABT RAIN DOMINATING SWISS YESSSSSSSS I <3333 SWITCHY SWISS SO MUCH, I feel like the moment rain got some privacy with swiss he'd be like questioning swiss and why he acting so slutty, just seeking rain's attention and swiss would be like "I have no ideia what you're talking abt". swiss would definitely start out as a VERY bratty sub but then rain would wreck him so good he'd the most beautiful pillow prince ever with not a single thought in his mind <3

(sorry this is long, I'm way too gay for these men)

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RIIIIIIIIIIIGHT???!!?!?!!!

And I imagine him being flustered for daaaaaays. Every time he sees Rain, or is left alone with him, or if Rain says something with the same tone of voice he used with Swiss….. Swiss is melting away. He can barely stand up straight around Rain after their night together. But then he realises he needs more. So he tries to get Rains attention…. At first being a good boy doesn’t seem to grab Rains attention as fast as he would like. So he reverts to bratting. (Because hello being a brat is fucking FUN and if it gets you what you want it’s just…. Hnngngnnngn) he’s back talking, he’s giving attitude… then he doesn’t even acknowledge Rain. This doesn’t last long before Rain pulls him into his room and starts picking him apart. “What’s up with you?” “What happened to the good boy that did so well for me?” “Where is my good boy I know he is in there somewhere?” And his voice is so sweet and kind and it’s sending Swiss’ mind into a haze as he starts to slip into that subby headspace again. Then when Rain sees how quickly he got Swiss to behave for him he starts to degrade him. Making fun of him for giving up so easily. Pointing out how quickly he fell into that headspace with a few simple words. Then he will fuck Swiss up again. Ruining him. Punishing him for his bad behaviour. I think Rain would get drunk off orgasm denial and edging. Bringing someone so so so close to the edge of pleasure and then ripping it away from them within seconds. He would do that to Swiss for hours. Until he is begging and sobbing for his release. Then to really mess with him…. Rain would promise to let him cum only to bring him to the edge one last time before stopping completely and pulling away. He would laugh at the horrified look on Swiss’ face when he realises he isn’t cumming tonight. And tell him “lesson learnt. Don’t brat me.”

But we all know Swiss wouldn’t have to wait long to get Rain back into bed with him. And then Rain would be nice… he would give Swiss orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. He would be the most beautiful pillow price you ever did see.