#bit of a quick drawing to keep my sanity

[regular-gnome]

like a doll

[ourdawnishotterthanourday]

Rose Tinted — Boo Seungkwan

✧ Take off those rose colored glasses ✧

Plot: Picture this… you find out that your so-called best friend has been playing you all along.

🎥 Starring: fem!reader x best friend!Boo Seungkwan 🎥 Genre: big time angst 🎥 Word count: 0.9k+ 🎥 Warnings: swearing, asshole vernon, asshole kwannie (sorry y’all), brief mention of blood but not graphic 🎥 Notes: I am baaaack (hopefully for a while). I know I haven’t been posting for forever but I hope to see you all more often again ^^  🎥 Shout out: thanks to my lovely bestie @nothoughtsjustfic for motivating me to write again 💜 love you Chee! Never change pls hehehe

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“How much longer are you going to keep this up, dude? She’s been glued to your side since that dumb bet. Weren’t you gonna ditch her like forever ago?”

Time froze as you heard Vernon utter those words to your best friend… or so you thought. 

“Shit, Vernon! Be quiet before she hears you!” Seungkwan hissed in return, which was followed by a dull sound and then a shriek from Vernon.

“Whatever. I just don’t get it. You don’t even like her. She could offer to buy me unlimited pizza and beers and I still wouldn’t be able to handle all that clinginess.”

“Fucking hell! Just get out and don’t come back until we leave. You’re going to fuck up everything,” Seungkwan snapped, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard coming from his lips. 

“Fine.” Vernon sighed dramatically. “But don’t come crying to me when it all comes to bite you in the ass.” 

A second later, you heard the front door slam shut, the sound of which snapped you right back to the horrible reality you were now forced to face. 

You’d just been shown a completely different side of your supposed best friend and you didn’t quite know whether to cry or scream. What you did know was that you couldn’t stay hidden behind the wall for forever, even though that did seem awfully tempting. You’d never been very confrontational but this matter couldn’t be left unspoken, not if you wanted to keep your sanity. 

You needed to hear the truth from Seungkwan himself. 

With your heart nearly pounding out your chest and a million thoughts running through your mind, you forced your legs to move in the direction of the living room where Seungkwan was awaiting your return. 

His head immediately shot up when he noticed you approaching him, a smile that felt just a little too forced making its way on his face. It was almost as if you could see a sliver of disgust flash behind his eyes.

Had that always been there or were you just overanalyzing everything because of what Vernon said?

“There you are! Any longer and I would have gotten worried.” Seungkwan chuckled as he turned his head back towards the TV.

Right. The movie the two of you had been watching before that awful conversation. If only you could turn back time. 

“Y/N?” Seungkwan asked with a raised brow when you hadn’t moved at all. “Aren’t you going to sit down? We can finish the last thirty minutes before we have to leave.”

“No.” 

Your voice was barely audible but you knew that it had been loud enough judging by the way Seungkwan responded.

“No? You don’t want to watch any more? Well, we can put on something else if that’s what you wan-”

You were quick to interrupt him. “No. That’s not what I want.”

“Okay?” He got up from the couch, his brows furrowed in confusion. “You’re acting kinda strange, Y/N. What’s going on?”

Without realizing it, you’d been clenching your fists so hard this entire time that your nails had pierced through parts of your skin, drawing a little bit of blood which you could feel dripping down your fingers. But you honestly couldn’t give a fuck right now. 

“Do you hate me?” you blurted out, completely catching the man in front of you off guard.

“W-what? Hate you? Why would you ask me that?” Seungkwan chuckled nervously, his hand awkwardly coming up to scratch behind his neck. 

“Be honest with me, Seungkwan.” You looked him dead in the eyes, noticing the way his eyes grew wide at the fierceness behind your words.

As if suddenly coming back to himself, he shook his head furiously. “You’re being crazy, Y/N.”

You let out a loud snort. “Me? Crazy? Then are you saying Vernon was lying just now?”

At that revelation, Seungkwan’s mouth opened and closed a few times as if he was about to say something but backed out at the last second. There was no talking himself out of this. And you were not backing down until you’d heard everything, even if it was going to crush you. 

“Yeah… I heard everything. About a supposed bet, about you pretending this entire time and wanting to ditch me. Does that ring a bell?” 

“Y/N, l-listen,” the man pleaded as he took a step forward to reach for your arm. 

“Tell me the fucking truth, Seungkwan!” you nearly screamed, surprising both yourself and him at the anger laced in your voice.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes at first, but it wasn’t long before that disgust you swore you’d seen before flashed behind his eyes once again. 

“You really wanna know what I think of you? Fine!” He threw up his hands. “I don’t like you, I never have, not then and not now. I’m not your fucking best friend and I’m sick of pretending. You’re right. It started out as a stupid bet to see if I could befriend you, but with how fucking desperate you were, that wasn’t hard. And then you just wouldn’t fucking go away so I thought, I might as well use your clingy ass to my advantage. Because who in their right mind doesn’t like free meals and free rides? All I had to do was pretend.” He chuckled bitterly. “Happy now?”

You didn’t stick around to respond, already halfway through the door with tears streaming down your face by the time he finished his cruel rant. This wasn’t the sweet and caring Seungkwan you’d been sharing all your secrets and insecurities with. This was the real Seungkwan, a mean, heartless excuse of a human being who you didn’t recognize at all. 

He’d broken your heart in a million little pieces and you didn’t know if you were ever going to recover from this. 

So much for letting someone in.

So much for not wanting to be alone. 

Boo Seungkwan, I hope it was worth it. 

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[reverie-starlight]

fluffy hawks drabble-turned-mini-fic because i love him. if you think the feather necklace trope is overused, this is probably not the place for you. also important to note: let’s say for the sake of my sanity that this takes place before seasons 5/6, okay? I know what's up in the manga, I'm just ignoring it to be happy :)

fem!reader, no physical descriptions aside from wearing dresses + enjoying it and reader could be perceived as chubby, but no explicit mentions of body type!! shopping for clothes is just hard and it’s briefly reflected on in this. lots of soft fluff. pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc) I just got a bunch of cute dresses and now I'm gonna make it hawks' problem. this is like. disgustingly soft and so incredibly self indulgent avert your eyes. please. very smiley and giggly. a bit suggestive at the end bc I have no self-control.

soft laughter and the sound of rustling sheets were the only noises heard in your shared bedroom that afternoon. surprisingly enough for both of you, keigo had finished his patrol early and caught you on the way up to your apartment. almost immediately after walking in and getting your shoes and coats off, he had grabbed you and sped off to your room, dropping you on the bed and launching an attack.

you were both so happy to have some extra time together that it boosted your energy immensely, resulting in a impromptu play fight. it wasn't very often that you got to be so playful anymore with things picking up for him at work. you were both still young, so when you got the chance to act like it, you definitely took it.

"keigo!" you shrieked as he pressed a slew of quick, light kisses over your face and down your neck. a ticklish sensation was left in their wake, even more so because of his facial hair. he just chuckled and rubbed his face against your skin to draw out more laughter. feathers flew around and brushed against your cheeks and other places he couldn't focus his attention on.

his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist to limit your movements, but you still squirmed around to try and get the upper hand. eventually, after a few more kisses to your chest and stomach, he loosened his grip to give you a fighting chance and you flipped on top of him, making sure not to hurt his wings, which ruffled in excitement.

"so what are you gonna do with me now, sweetheart?" he grinned up at you, eyes positively glowing with mirth.

you felt your own gaze go soft and cupped his face with your hands, rubbing your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. "I dunno," you murmured, keeping your voice low in volume and sweet in its delivery.

your eyes wandered over his features, admiring him in the golden rays of sun coming from your window. "you're so pretty, keigo..."

he went a little red but smiled softly. "that's my line, angel," and then he leaned up to steal another kiss from you.

eventually you both settled down, laying in bed together and talking about your days. keigo told you about having to chase down a bank robber and some purse snatchers, and how a little old lady asked for help getting her cat down from a tree. you snickered at the thought.

the atmosphere turned serene as you both laid there. you were close enough that your breaths mixed and your foreheads touched, his hands absentmindedly running over your soft skin and the curves of your body. "so how was your day?" he whispered.

"it was okay. I had a shorter day at work, so I went shopping and I got some new clothes..." you sat up and walked over to where the bags were discarded before he tossed you on the bed. "want to see them?"

he whined a little when you walked away but quickly sat up as well, nodding his head at the second part. "I'd never pass up the chance to see you trying on clothes, baby, who exactly do you take me for?"

you smiled and shook your head fondly. "alright, alright. sit tight, I'll be back," you said and headed to the connecting bathroom, ignoring his grumbling about how you were depriving him of getting to see the best part.

and when you came back out, in a pretty little sundress, twirling so he could get the full effect, he stared at you in awe.

he knew from past shopping trips and many teary conversations with you that finding clothes you actually felt confident in could be… difficult. of course he thought you looked amazing in everything, and if he had it his way, he’d buy every single outfit you even glanced at, but there was just something so alluring about seeing you happy and proud in clothes you felt good in.

“such a pretty girl…” he murmured to no one in particular. it looked a bit like he was in a trance as he took in your figure. attempting to hold back a shy smile from forming at his words, you looked down at the ground to keep yourself from getting too flustered.

he grinned and held his hand out for you once your eyes met his again. taking it, he gently pulled you towards him to stand in between his legs and rested his chin on your sternum, not once breaking eye contact. his hands moved to toy with the hem of your dress.

“I mean it, you’re absolutely stunning. the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on... my pretty girl.”

you couldn’t hold back your smile this time and he adored the way your lips curled upwards, how your eyes flitted around the room, staring at anything but him, clearly affected by his words.

he sent a feather out to tilt your chin back towards him and he was suddenly reminded of something.

“ah right- I have something for you,” he dug something out of his pocket and proudly presented you with what looked like a thin brown faux leather string��

with a bright red feather attached to it.

you gasped and took the item into your hands, closely inspecting it. you treated it with the utmost care, as if it were your most prized possession. it very well might’ve been.

the string had a clasp at the back to make it easier to put on and remove, and it looped around the... stem? bone? (you made a mental note to clarify with keigo later) of the feather multiple times. it was secured with a thin silver wire to ensure it wouldn’t slip out before the rope continued on to the other end of the hook.

he actually had one of his feathers turned into a necklace for you.

“keigo, I… this is incredible, oh my goodness!” you beamed at him and leaned down to properly hug him.

he was incredibly perceptive. of course he knew that all those times you had jokingly asked him about keeping one of his feathers with you were actually silent requests. even if you’d never outright ask him, he could tell you longed to have a piece of him with you. especially when he had to wipe your tears before a long mission and you stared longingly at his wings. he took pride in the fact that you found comfort in them.

who was he to deny the love of his life? what’s one feather from his arsenal gone, anyway? it was going towards the cause of making you happy, and most importantly, there was the added bonus of keeping you safe.

“here, let me put it on for you,” he said, gesturing for you to sit on his lap and hand him the necklace.

you got settled and he happily clasped the ends of the string together at the back of your neck. the bottom of the feather rested just above the neckline of your dress and you touched it gingerly.

as soon as it rested against your skin, he took control of it and ran it across your cheek, making you giggle and pull away a bit.

“thank you, keigo, I love it.” you turned around on his lap to face him and pressed your lips against his.

he hummed into the kiss and pulled away with a sly smile. “of course, baby. besides,” he toyed with one of the straps on your shoulder. “it goes with your new dress, don’t you think?”

you put your arms around his shoulders, gently stroking the arches of his wings and nodded in agreement. he placed his hands on the tops of your thighs and gently squeezed. “wanna see if it goes with my other dresses, too?”

“oh, absolutely. but..." he shifted a bit and pulled you closer, so that you were fully pressed against him. "I don't think I've appreciated this one enough... what do you think?" he slowly trailed his eyes up from your legs to meet yours.

you tilted your neck forward to rest your forehead against his. "I think that you'll find some of the other things I bought more interesting than a sundress, keigo."

his sly smile turned into something more eager and you laughed when he dramatically flopped backwards on the bed with a groan. "you're too good for me, angel, seriously. what did I ever do to deserve you?"

you offered him a shrug and a tiny smile of your own. "exist."

his eyes widened a fraction and you could tell that your words deeply affected him from the way they welled up. he cleared his throat to cover up any emotion in his voice and sat up again to cup your cheek, murmuring "sweet girl, you'd better hurry up and try on those other dresses, because if you're not off my lap in three seconds, I'm gonna pounce, and we're not leaving this room 'til we're both spent."

butterflies erupted within you and he watched fondly as you gasped and ran off to keep your little fashion show up and running.

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BONUS:

the following days after receiving his gift were... not surprising in the slightest.

you always knew when keigo was taking a break or in his office doing paperwork because he took every opportunity to bug you with his (your) feather.

every. single. one.

and you also knew before he even had the necklace made that if he were to ever give you one, this would likely happen. he was a menace, after all. part of his charm, he always said.

at first it was a bit embarrassing having to fight with a feather in front of your coworkers (who weren't aware you were dating a pro hero, so they probably thought you were some fangirl who bought faulty, cheap merch of his), but it very quickly became endearing.

cause yeah, if he knew you were going to be around people he'd make life difficult for you and then take all of your whines and complaints with a mischievous grin when he walked through the door, clearly lying when he said he'd take it down a notch.

but when he knew you were alone? or having a particularly stressful day? all you had to do was lightly tug on the necklace. upon your signal, he'd immediately take control of the feather and bring it up to caress your cheek, run along your neck or tap your nose.

honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way. you adored his playful side, and he knew he could get away with most things via feather necklace. even if it was only because you were too flustered to scold him for anything anymore by time he got back. complaints soon turned into requests for cuddles and wanting to return all the affection you received.

the feather necklace was a gift for you, sure, but it definitely benefitted him as well.

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I edited this super quickly, so apologies if there's any mistakes! I'll find them eventually when I look back at this fic and end up contemplating my choices to post without properly editing :')

hope you enjoyed!! <3

[motherstone]

Design concept exploration

Would it be subjected to eventual changes? Likely yes, if I ever render them realistically is what allows me what designs works and what doesn't, for my sanity. I really tried my best to make the design not too overly detailed so if I ever have to draw them repeatedly, I get to draw them quick. Honestly, I think Max's and Leon's are close to pretty much final - they're almost exactly the ones in my head, Max especially.

Notes:

Max is def wearing Cielan clothing, a Griffins on his tunic. I'm pretty happy that I'm able to use my Worldbuilding hc of Cielans having gold on their outfits, from the leather to the cloth - to show that they're a rich city-state through conquering cough cough. A headcanon, his dad was a Captain of the Cielis Guard, Max is from a pretty important family of a long line of soldiers/stonekeepers. I'm still not sure whether to finalize it, but Max isn't undead here, but he's definitely cursed to die, and is dependent on the EK to keep him alive. Still, furs, because he never felt warmth again after Korthan (also, he uses ice).

OOMF EK is a struggle between "his iconic for his simple white design" and "he's egotistical and that should be shown by the opulence of his robes" and I'm still figuring out the balance. I might remove most of the gold. And also, oof, I realized if he's hooded, his ears should misshape the hood. But if I have his hood tucked behind the ears, he looks silly. So maybe I'd just trick people that if EK is looking at the side, his ears are hidden, but if he's fully frontal, you'd see his ears :P or maybe I should just add a slit in the hood. Aaah elf ears. You're pretty but a nightmare to work with. The idea behind EK is supposed to be "divine" or "holy", hence he has tippets, like a priest. You can even see it in the fancomic. But now I'm considering whether or not I should keep it... He has two fits: this one is for throne room only, hence it has a train. If he goes out, it'd be a bit different.

Leon already has great design, but I gotta make him a bit more unique - I maintained the general form, but the more specific details are different. Kanalian armor is a bit more different armor than those of other cities. The armor Leon wears is sorta? Leather? Studded, light armor for him because he relies on speed since he's no powerhouse. Spats, bc drawing laces are a pain. Simplified his arm guards to have metal plates. AM unsure about the white pants.

[raasturi]

Sketch dump!

Quick update: I changed the way I draw the characters' faces*. I hope you don't mind the change

First time doing proper ref sheet-type things of them. Thought that it would come in handy later

Translation to the text on the left: "Omg I think I finally got him to look good! Hell yeah". I love Finglish

Redesigns of Wanda and Cupid for my AU, though if I drew them again I would definitely make Wanda stronger and Cupid "twinkier". I had also drawn Cosmo but I can't seem to find my tablet right now

MORE SKETCHES BELOW

*If you haven't been keeping up with the lore:

I always have trouble with drawing faces, so I decided to try creating a hybrid art style, where the face is cartoony/more show-like and the body in my regular semi-realistic style. I call this the "sanity art style" because it keeps me sane

Now does it look a bit uncanny? Perhaps, but that just makes me like it even more teehee

Anyway, *throws the rest of the sketches of varying quality at you*

Notes:

First time succesfully drawing Dev, Cosmo and Wanda! (Hazel still has to stay in the oven for a while) It usually takes a few tries for me to nail the way I draw the characters (that's why I usually draw their canon designs first), so they might still change a bit

Btw the notes next to the sketches aren't important. I sometimes just write them for my own sake

Ghhh they all look so cute I wanna lick them

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My "sketchbook" was actively falling apart while I was scanning the drawings. It's actually just some 30-year-old notebook with easily removable pages, so I had to glue the pages back together after the session. I'm honestly surprised how nice the texture of the paper is though! Much better than many of my other sketchbooks

Also all my red pens that I've used are starting to approach their end. Probably a good time to go look for a new one from my drawer soon

[mid-sweettalk]

Unlimited

Ship: Gelphie [Wicked]

Rating: E (Omegaverse smut)

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Galinda decides to test Elphie's limits. (Prompt: Multiple orgasms)

Read on Ao3

“Hell and Oz, Glinda,” Elphaba groans. Her head drops forward until her forehead is pressed against her Alpha’s own. The one leg supporting her is trembling; honestly, she’s mostly being held up by the leg she has wrapped around Galinda’s hip and the blonde’s body weight itself as she fucks her against the wall. She feels so full, can feel her pussy clenching around the Alpha’s cock as it pistons inside her. And they’d only truly started a few minutes ago. “I’m so close, my sweet.”

Galinda laughs, the sound coming out as a breath that ghosts over Elphaba’s lips. "Already? We've barely begun, darling."

Elphaba tries to glare, but she has a feeling it doesn't have its intended effect as she can barely keep from moaning out her pleasure. "Then you—fuck—maybe you shouldn't tease me for an entire class, you s-stupid Alpha." The memory makes her shiver—Galinda's fingers under the desk, drifting over her inner thighs before periodically pressing between them or digging into her skin.

Galinda smirks but doesn't slow her pace, quick thrusts rocking Elphaba back into the wall. "And here I thought," she says breathlessly, "that you'd want to—to come with me. What a—what a shame."

The derisiveness combined with a bit of that Alpha tone sends Elphaba's head reeling. She can feel her stubbornness melting away with every pulse of her cunt around Galinda's cock. "I can—I can try," she says pleadingly—though pleading for what exactly, she's not quite sure.

"Just try, hm?"

Fuck. "I—okay, o-okay, I can—Oz!" She nearly screams as Galinda's hand moves up to tug harshly at her hair, tilting her head back. She struggles to open her eyes to counteract the dizziness overcoming her.

"'You can' what, my love?"

Elphaba whimpers, submission winning out as her pleasure spikes. "I can—I can do it—Oz, I can w-wait. I can be—be good for you."

Galinda's lips part slightly as if in awe of the sight in front of her, but only for a second before they twist into another smug smirk. She uses the grip on Elphaba's hair to drag her into a messy kiss where she claims the Omega's mouth with her tongue. When she draws back, the wetness on their lips makes a smacking sound. "And you are so good for me, aren't you darling?" She says it more like a statement than a question, which has Elphaba nodding frantically. "Well, don't worry, my love; I don't want you to wait."

Then, those glorious lips are right by Elphaba's ear. "I want you to come for me."

Elphaba groans, grasping desperately at her Alpha's shoulders. She might've torn through the fabric of Galinda's top, who knows. The hand in her hair drops to rub over her clit and all breath leaves her.

"I want to feel you come on my cock, my sweet Omega."

Elphaba's nails definitely tear through Galinda's shirt as she gasps. Pleasure races up her spine and makes her arch, and she can feel herself spasming around her Alpha's cock as it continues to fuck her through the orgasm she's been waiting hours for.

As the aftershocks start to taper off, Elphaba waits for the moment when Galinda slows her thrusts so she can catch her breath—but it never arrives; her pace stays steady, pale fingers stay flicking over her clit. She whimpers and leans back as much as she can so that she can look at her Alpha with wide, questioning eyes. "B-baby, I—I—”

"Again, darling," Galinda orders, though her voice is low and gentle. "I know you can give me another, can't you?"

Elphaba's breath hitches, pussy clenching hard around the dick still pounding inside her. She feels as if her body is positively on fire, and yet she finds herself nodding regardless. She might lose her sanity in the process, but she knows that she can have another; it’s just never happened one right after the other like this. Her hands start roaming, that fire all over her skin urging her to move however she can, and they end up completely mussing up Galinda's hair. (She's sure to hear about that later, but it's no matter for right now.)

"Ah, you are so—so good for me, my Elphie." It's clearly affecting the Alpha, too, which makes Elphaba want to continue all the more. "You'll come with me this time, won't you?"

Elphaba nods again and can’t seem to stop, her body tensing as she simply takes everything her Alpha wants to give her. “Yes,” she whines, eyes squeezing shut. “Oz, yes, I—I will, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please—”

Galinda hisses out a curse before kissing her roughly once more, her thrusts becoming more frantic as she nears the edge herself. Their moans intertwine as their tongues do, and Elphaba is grateful once more for the wall behind her as she feels her knee buckle beneath her.

She finally screams.

Then she is coming, hard, her whole body tensing as she falls apart on her Alpha’s cock. Galinda follows quickly, hips stuttering as she releases her pleasure. The Omega moans as she feels the warmth spilling inside her. Her pussy clenches, rhythmically drawing out every drop until they are both trembling in each others arms.

Their kiss subsides as Galinda’s cock softens. Elphaba’s raised leg drops ungracefully to the floor, and she lets out a whimper against Galinda’s lips as she slips out of her.

Galinda moves her kisses along Elphaba’s jaw, then to her neck, and they are slow and wet and hot and Elphaba still feels as if her entire being is on fire. The Alpha hums against her skin, and Elphaba shivers.

“I don’t think I’m done with you quite yet,” she says against her neck.

Elphaba’s sure she’s forgotten how to breathe, at this point.

“Wha—you want t-to keep going?” she says shakily, incredulously. They’ve never gone past two of Elphaba’s orgasms, not in a row like that, and Galinda has never been able to come more than once without a break while not in rut.

Galinda doesn’t truly answer, merely hums and asks, “Can you walk?”

Her knees are still trembling, hands grasping the Alpha’s shoulders for support. “I—I’m honestly not sure, but maybe?” She kind of wants to laugh at the state of herself.

Another hum. “I wonder if I could carry you—I’m not as strong as you, you know, but I could possibly—”

Elphaba does breathe out a light laugh, at that. “I think you’re the only Alpha in existence who would admit that, my sweet. I do love you so.”

Galinda rolls her eyes and scoffs, but a smile grows on her face. “Yes, yes, I’m tiny—anyway. Here, bring your leg back up.” She reaches down and hooks Elphaba’s shaking knee up over her hip once more. “Now, hang on and hop up, dearest.”

If it weren’t for the wall behind her, Elphaba probably wouldn’t have trusted Galinda to try this, but she listens, and it works—her legs wrap around her Alpha’s waist so that her ankles cross behind her, and Galinda’s hands hold her up by the backs of her green thighs.

“Mm, good girl,” Galinda praises, sending another shiver down Elphaba’s spine. She leans forward and presses kisses along her Omega’s throat. “We should try it like this, next time.”

Oh, Oz.

“For now, though,” Galinda continues, “I want to make you come again, and unfortunately I’m on a bit of a cool-down.” She grips Elphaba’s thighs firmly and steps back from the wall, only wobbling for a split second before steadily walking to their bed. “So, you’ll have to make do with my mouth for now.” Elphaba is nearly dropped onto the mattress, but she doesn’t unhook her legs and so Galinda lands on top of her. “That alright with you, darling?”

Elphaba is still so sensitive, she can feel it even just with the press of her Alpha’s hips against her own, but her own words from earlier ring in her head: I can be good for you. She finds herself nodding, and then Galinda is smirking and kissing her way down Elphaba’s body. She reluctantly, weakly releases her Alpha from the hold of her legs and moans unabashedly as her breasts are pampered with groping hands and wet kisses.

She does love Galinda’s mouth, anyway.

When her girlfriend is finally kneeling on the floor between her spread legs, one of Elphaba’s hands dives into the blonde tresses atop her head. The other interlaces with the pale hand on her thigh. The first touch of Galinda’s tongue to her swollen, sensitive cunt makes her cry out.

It’s good, it’s so good, but it’s also bordering on too much, and Elphaba’s not entirely sure she can handle it. Galinda’s tongue slides through her wetness, languidly circling her tender clit before dipping down to press inside her. She repeats this a few times, each cycle increasing the tension Elphaba feels rapidly building within her as it is simultaneously too much and not enough.

Her Alpha, attuned to her as she is, changes course and latches onto her clit with her lips. She flicks her tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub, and Elphaba feels tears fall from her eyes as she gasps. The hand in Galinda’s hair clenches tighter, and her girlfriend moans against her pussy. The sensation makes Elphaba’s back arch.

“Glinda, I—I’m so—”

She’s cut off with another scream as Galinda pushes two fingers inside her, followed immediately by a third. As she thrusts and curls her fingers, that tension inside Elphaba builds and builds until Galinda sucks on her clit and the tension snaps like a rubber band. She has no breath left to scream again, and so this time, she comes silently. Elphaba’s hips thrust up against her Alpha’s mouth as her wet walls pulse around pale fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, making her back arch and relax, arch and relax.

And now it is too much, it’s too much, and yet.

And yet.

“Don’t stop!” Elphaba chokes out, not relaxing her hold on Galinda’s hair lest she try to move away. She looks down to see the Alpha’s eyes widen in surprise and can feel the slight hesitation in her fingers, so she repeats herself. “Don’t stop—Glin, my Alpha, please don’t, I—ah!” Her head falls back as Galinda resumes her pace with abandon, moaning wantonly against her cunt as she licks and fucks her through the orgasm that she is definitely still having.

And it is so much, it is too much, and her body is on fire, her pussy clenching tightly as each wave of pleasure seems to get stronger and stronger—and then a fourth orgasm joins the third, sending Elphaba’s vision into darkness. Her mouth falls open with a silent scream. She is vaguely aware of her loosening grip on Galinda’s hand and hair, of the wetness she feels gushing out from her cunt against her Alpha’s face and fingers, and yet she can do nothing but lay there as the waves finally grow weaker. Galinda slows her fingers and her tongue, gently withdrawing after a few moments.

Elphaba feels as if she can’t move; every ounce of energy in her body has been sapped, making her limbs and head feel as heavy as bricks. Galinda kisses her way back up her body, smearing the wetness on her lips and chin over Elphaba’s skin, and murmurs praises the entire way. A different kind of pleasure—love, she thinks—washes over her and warms her to the core.

“You’re so amazing, my love,” Galinda nearly whispers as she kisses her tears away—that’s right, she’d started crying at some point, and quite a lot if the way her Alpha wipes the evidence away is anything to go by. “Oz, you’re so amazing. You’re beautiful. You’re so good. I love you so much, my Elphie, my perfect Omega…”

When her kisses reach Elphaba’s lips, she is almost too weak to kiss her back, but she manages. The taste of herself on her Alpha’s mouth is another kind of overstimulating. Her breath comes in shaky gasps, and tears are still falling as she is so, so overwhelmed, but then Galinda is laying her entire weight across her body to ground her. They bury into each other’s necks, nuzzling and kissing at the mating marks there. Eventually, Elphaba finds the strength to wrap her arms around her Alpha, and Galinda rolls them over so that she can curl against her chest.

She finally finds her voice again. “Fuck, Glin.” Her girlfriend barks out a laugh. “I didn’t even know I could do that.”

“Hm, I wonder if we could break this record in the future.” Galinda’s tone is teasing, but Elphaba knows she really is curious.

“No more than that, unless at least one of us is in rut,” Elphaba rebuts as firmly as she can. “Oz, I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

“I’d never push you that far, my love. If you’d really wanted me to stop, I would’ve.” Galinda kisses the top of her head.

Elphaba presses a kiss to her collarbone, in return. “Of course, I know that, my sweet. I surprised myself, honestly.”

“I think you’re truly unlimited, if you put your mind to it, darling.”

“I most definitely am limited in regards to orgasms, you cheeky Alpha.”

“I bet I could prove otherwise.”

“Glinda!”

[bunnygirl678]

with my birthday coming up i'm feeling reflective;

i'm about to end my 20s and enter my 30s, looking back a ton has happened in 10 years, every decade i set goals (okay maybe i did it at 10 and again at 20, obvs bbs can't do shit) my goals for my 20s were;

graduate ✔️

get married ✔️

have a baby ✔️

make senior accountant (originally this was for public accounting, but i did one busy season and decided i would rather keep my sanity) my current company does not have the title senior accountant, but my title is accountant and i'm top, doing quite a bit of cfo/comptroller style work so i'm counting this as a win ✔️

Run a half-marathon (I was up to 10ks, then got pregnant and was told to stop running and working out, after that i really didn't have the time or whatever to get back into running until this year which i was doing well until i started getting sick)✖️

Only one of these things are things that I could actually control (graduate lol) but i managed to bag the rest of them i still managed to get married even if it ended in the big D (and I don't mean Dallas)

For my 30s I want to focus more on things that I control.

Learn a new language-I'm thinking Japanese and French, I really want to be able to understand them, not necessarily speak or write, but that would be bonus, i'd also like to learn more, and refresh my spanish skills back to where they were when i turned 20 lol

Learn art or at least keep up with it- i've written about wanting to learn how to draw multiple times, but now i'm actually doing it, i enjoy being creative, i'm always working on a craft, but now i'm really putting the effort into art, i know it's something you have to keep up with so here's to daily practice even if it's a quick small doodle

keep writing- used to i wanted to write the epic novel that would be remembered for centuries, but as i've gotten older i realized i just wanted attention, now that i'm older and not living with my parents i've accepted the fact that i'm not interested in writing outside of fanfics and the occasional technical piece, i don't need to be remembered and any writing i do should be for fun (or for research purposes)

understand my health better- after i got a pulmonary embolism at 17 then another at 19 i sort of just got used to being on blood thinners, right before my 20th i changed my diet to oil-free vegan then just vegan, i was really feeling good and i think it was all of the fresh ingredients, so i'd like to go back to that, i'm cutting out wheat again, and dairy temporarily, but also this year i was diagnosed with adhd so understanding it is a goal, i remember in college when i was running and eating healthy all the time i was suffering less so i'd like to get back to that, and then as always getting my allergy issues under control, i think the main thing here is just finding out what works and what doesn't, and accepting giving up certain things that cause problems

run a half-marathon- i love running, i started again this year, i missed it a lot, now that i'm getting older i need to make sure to improve my physical health, the thing about training with running is it is also good to cross train, so add in weights, flexibility and so on, i was running best when i weight trained and did yoga, so going to hopefully pick those back up

Get back into sewing- in college i used to sew all a lot of my own clothes, i constantly got compliments on my stuff, i still sew now and then but it's mostly mending or random crafts, i'd like to get back into clothes, as well as tailoring (really redoing) thrifted clothes, which is where i buy something a size too big and practice my sewing skills by reworking the clothes into something cute, it reuses clothes and is a lot cheaper than buying fabric, i'd also like to work with silk, i don't buy silk clothes a lot, but i've found my skin reacts better to it but it's so expensive, a lot cheaper to just buy fabric

attend more festivals/activities- i really enjoy getting out into the community and doing things, seeing things, my exhusband was (and still is) a homebody, he also would complain when I went to things, always wanting me at home with him, so now that we're not together i'd like to start attending things in the community again

pick piano back up/learn a new instrument (violin??)- i used to play the piano and sing in the church choir in high school, unfortunately i can't sing anymore, at least not without having to yawn and take in more air I lost my ability to sing for long periods after my first pulmonary embolism, but now i'd really like to expand my brain by learning violin something i always wanted to learn but never had the ability to as a kid, but as an adult i can, picking piano back up and teaching my kid too

pay off debt/use credit sparingly- we had some financial troubles back a few years ago, and i racked my credit cards up, i've been slowly paying them, but i'd like to pay it all off and really only use in an emergency

be a good mom- self explanatory

My birthday is only 9 days after new year so i always feel like new years and a new age are pretty closely intertwined, so i guess here is to my 30s, i hope i make fewer shitty decisions lmao

[ranarh]

Stroking the Ego

We both learn Spanish so we do Spanish bits any time we can. The prompt here was "Acariciarse el ego – Echokammer" and stroking one's ego seems an expression in all languages I know so I went with that; if Ego was a creature I bet it'd be a cat. I lassoed the shapes over a quick sketch, and afterwards applied a poster filter in Photoshop (I don't always enjoy line drawings so have to use workarounds for that to keep my sanity). I took some back and forth and touchups trying to get that right but I like how it turned out.

The challenge: I absent-mindedly complained to my significant other that I missed doing challenges because I hadn't gotten around to any in '23. He was happy to provide me with a multi-lingual list of prompts the likes of which I hadn't seen before and gave me a schedule until the end of year I couldn't possibly keep - who has time for art during the winter holidays when there are games that need playing and way too much food to think creatively? But I went on regardless. I decided before that I wanted to start working with a more reduced and clearer style than my usual paintings; I would love to get into editorial illustrations. I worked in Photoshop, Painter, and Rebelle; leaving out trad tools to speed things up.

[sixsidedsex]

So, i wrote you something based on your latest posts. Hope you like it!!!

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Ink was struggling to keep their sanity, Nightmare already produced more slick than a normal monster, but combined with the goop being pushed out with every thrust, the sound their bodies made when they connected over and over was embarrassing. Hips still moving at a brutal pace, Ink panted out.

"Fuck, mama. You're so wet. This is what you've wanted all day, huh? So desperate for my cock, what a greedy cutie you are.."

Nightmare yelped when the artistic skeleton growled and bit into her shoulder none too gently, those sharp fangs definitely drawing goopy blood. Ink's pace faltered for a moment, but then they wrapped their arms around Nightmare , holding her tight and thrust inside her even faster than before.

"Ah, fuck, Ink I'm-" Nightmare whined, keeping her face buried in a pillow.

"Me too mama, I'm almost there."

Ink panted back, their pace never faltering. They adjusted her hips, aiming for that spot that would make Nightmare see stars. Immediately they were rewarded, as soon as their cock hit that sensitive spot, the black skeleton threw her back and screamed, her hands digging into the bed sheets, her whole body rapidly tensing and untensing as her orgasm ripped through her.

Ink wasn't very far behind, the feeling of Nightmare's pussy clenching around their dick bordered on painful with how tight she was, and they only managed a few short thrusts before they came, filling the octopus-like skeleton up with their cum, their hips periodically jerking. The two skeletons laid there catching their breath for a moment, then Ink, still a little out of breath, pulled back from Nightmare and took in the view.

The black skeleton was still panting, eyes closed and hands lay beside her head. Multicolored eyes shamelessly ogled the rest of her body, especially where they were still connected. Some of their cum had started leaking out, just adding to the mess of ink and Nightmare's goop, no doubt ruining the sheets below. Ink let out a sigh as they pulled their dick out of Nightmare's cunt, licking their ''lips'' as more of their cum flowed out.

Nightmare didn't have time to react before she was grabbed and flipped onto her back, letting out a small sound of surprise. She looked up to see Ink hovering above her, and the look in their ever changing eyes sent a shiver up her spine.

Ink didn't say anything, with one hand resting on her hip, their other went for her sensitive pussy, slowly playing with her clit and smirking at their partner's sharp inhale.

"Coming once and you're spent? I thought you had more stamina than that, mama!"

Ink's left hand moved faster.

Nightmare moaned, her pussy was still sensitive after her intense orgasm, but she couldn't resist her sexy partner when they looked at her like that and moved their hands to rest on dark green hips. She wasn't given a chance to say anything in return though, since Ink once again quickly positioned their big cock against Nightmare, cum and ink still dripping out of her wet and needy entrance, and pushed all the way with a quick motion. Nightmare threw her head back onto the pillow, teeth gritted and hands digging into Ink's back.

Despite cumming already, Ink's cock penetrated her over and over like they had all the stamina in the multiverse, their pace was just as fast as it had been. Gloved hands grabbed Nightmare's cheekbones before their mouth harshly pressed against hers, the black skeleton let out a muffled sound of surprise and Ink took the opportunity to shove their tongue into her mouth. The kiss didn't last long before the Ink pulled back, but stayed close enough to rest his forehead on Nightmare's.

Ink whispered playfully, "Hey Mama, you gonna let me cum inside again?"

They licked the side of a goopy cheekbone.

"You think you can get pregnant from this? I want to see you all nice and round with my babies."

They smiled at Nightmare's cunt tightening around them at their words, they weren't lying tho, the thought of Nightmare walking around with a big, round belly because of them drove Ink crazy with lust and love.

"I can feel you getting tighter Mama, you want that too? Want me to fill you up with my hot seed over and over again until you have no choice but to get pregnant? Cum spilling out of your pussy, hoping it takes? To have more children than you know what to do with?" Ink was starting to lose their own rhythm at the erotic fantasy, but they couldn't stop themself from daydreaming.

"Want me to breed you? Keep you pregnant and filled with our kids forever? With my seeds? You wouldn't have to do anything ever again. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Stars, you'd be gorgeous."

Ink leaned down to kiss Nightmare again, harshly biting her "lip" , making her moan at the pain.

"C'mon Mama, let me fill you up nice with my cum again, i need to see you big and full" Ink panted hot against her face, they were so close to coming again. Nightmare must've been as well, as soon as those words left the artist mouth, Nightmare moaned in pure ecstasy, her second orgasm of the day rushing through her.

Ink once again wasn't far behind, as soon as Nightmare came again they thrusted hard before letting their cum fill Nightmare's pussy and womb all together. Still holding her partner close and basking in the afterglow, Nightmare was content to stay there as long as possible. Soon enough, Ink had regained their strength, but instead of pulling out of Nightmare, they rolled and humped their hips, moaning softly at the sensations of her tighty pussy.

"Dear? What're you-" Nightmare was interrupted by a tongue being shoved into her mouth, and her body was pressed back onto the bed. Ink pulled back licking their "lips", eyes half-lidded and colored eyes bright as they stared down at Nightmare like she was prey.

Sitting up fully, Ink thrusted their hips back and forth against Nightmare's, smiling at the pleasure that came from the skeleton underneath them.

"We're not finished here just yet, mama!"

Ink finally removed their gloves, throwing them in a random direction, and reached down to rub against her clit while their hips kept rocking in and out of that sweet pussy.

"We're gonna keep going until I'm sure you'll end up pregnant and full with my babies."

Nightmare gulped at Ink's words and the devlish smile on their face, but with the heat rushing through her and the pure admiration for her restless partner, she chose to accept her fate at being Ink's cum dump for however long the artist decided.

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Weeks later, Nightmare sat in the bathroom, glaring at the small stick in her hand, as if willing it to be right. Glancing over at the counter, all of the other tests she had taken were the same result.

She was pregnant.

Ink will receive wonderful news at that morning.

HHHOOOOUGHHHH MY GOD IM SWEATING HTIS IS SO GOOD??? AND IM SO FLATTERED YOU WROTE THIS FOR ME????

god the descriptions. inks silly dialogue compared to nightmare barely having any. bro im hard as fuck right now i wanna draw something based off this thank youi soooooo mcuh

[shummashum]

Zeus Brundle Ch4 [12~16]

Okay, let's go back to escape room. Maybe there's a hint on the wall.

Item farming… now that I think about it, it might be a pretty good approach. He doesn't do that aim for farming though…

Liz complained about the inverse proportion between his behavior and abilities, but then a specific keyword came to her mind

huh what I don't get it at all

is that so? I didn't realize it at all because there was no single cg

She went on to explain that although they couldn't use normal magic, the magic circle itself might still work. huh was it something like that I think you guys didn't tell me about it?

Liz asked Zeus how to make a magic circle appear in the air, and he (surprisingly) began to explain.

He indeed had a quick slot. How often did this guy draw that dragon-summoning magic circle to keep it in his quick slot

(and it's a bit simillar to Hinomoto magic? you know, that kind of throwing some letters or magic words into the air)

So they were really about to summon Remb, who possessed the key. Well… it's the most straightforward method…

dammit it wasn't the escape room the problem is being solved with information I have no way of knowing, so how am I supposed to know this it's unfair

Anyway, he followed her words and chanted a spell to summon Remb.

hello Mr. Rembrandt

The Headmaster clapped his hands, saying Liz solved his part of the trial.

huh aren't you a figurehead then

So Zeus declared the results of Liz's first trial

She was so happy that she took his hands and jumped up and down in excitement.

I can now clearly see how this next part of the story will unfold. Zeus will make fun of Liz, saying he didn't expect that she would hold his hand that boldly, and Liz will become a blushing mess again.

what Is he blushing just because she holds his hands? After pushing her this far? Ha, this is it. Aren't you the one who has no immunity to the opposite gender? This guy is a fucking glass cannon omg

Well then! Let's go back I won't say any more about her sanity state because it appears to have reached an irreparably contaminated level

After the case was over, those two were on the rooftop, leaning on the handrail, staring out at the sunset

Now that I think about it, all I had to do was summon Remb. Even the hint was very explicit. Only Remb had the key, so they had to contact Remb.

I thought the right thing to do was to observe and investigate there first because the surroundings seemed suspicious. I thought it was a test that required observation, but it turned out to be a test that required intuition.

Attempting to approach this trial as if it were an escape room was the reason for my defeat… This is such a complete defeat that I have nothing to say!

Okay I will definitely try to solve it first for the next trial ! !

But then again, not all tests will be tests of intelligence They said she'll take the trial about three times. The first was an intelligence test, so the second might be a physical test, and the third might be a complex I wish there was one more intelligence stuff. Give me a chance to make up for this defeat!

Anyway, the first trial was completed successfully. Yeepee

-Ch4 End-

[sesmantelar]

really thinking about the next stages of my life. I need to keep in mind that with whateer decision I make, that is not permanent nor is it the rest of my life and I can change things at any point. A part of me is very comfortable here in north carolina, and I really do want to keep it as one of my bases. the problem is, I don't have enough nor will I have enough money in time to deposit on a condo here. maybe if I can figure out my financial situation quick, I will be able to establish an actual solid base however, I need to get serious asap if I want that to happen.

I also need to remember that I can have my dollhouse and life anywhere - it's me that brings that energy and aura, not necessarily the location.

I want to get a new car. I think this is the year to do it as well because if I buy a new car like as my christmas gift to myself, I can work hard to pay it off in full prior to moving to europe, and then just have her shipped to whichever country I'm going to graduate school in.

I have an interview for another PRN job because I'm going to need my options lined up - and I want to be able to do overtime way closer to home (easier on me and my sanity, especially since it will be night shift work). I think the goal I will keep in my head is that if I can power through my online degree in the next few months as well as utilizing my overtime pay to compltely remove me from debt and get my savings up to where they need to be, I will buy the 2023 Mercedes GLA SUV for my christmas present to myself. it would be perfect! returning from my malaysia/japan trip and treating myself to my dream car! it will be such a proud moment for me because I never would have thought I would see the day. but before any of that, I need to check off the main requirements for purchasing her: get my credit score back to excellent, other than student loans take all my debt down to zero FAST, have savings up to 20k, be almost complete with my degree by january 2024, get an excellent score on the GRE, have an art business up and running, and submit art weekly to galleries as well as have neo and nova up finally, and be working towards your gold moves in the field by december. if all is achieved, trust and believe my beautiful (hopefully the rose gold!) mercedes will be under my tree this christmas. this is another thing im keeping to myself - love how I dont want to post my accomplishments anymore - I genuinely believe that the evil eye is real and I want no parts in negativity in my life.

outside of that, Ive been really inconsistent with my eating so starting today, Im doing OMAD and relying on low carb tea to last during the day, and the goal is to have a veggie/protein dinner once a day for nutrition and so I can start rebuilding my skating muscles/ stretngth. I have been a bit better about hydration, and I hope to make it habit that I will stick to again. the only thing I'm missing in this final equation for weight loss is exercise. if I start denying snacks again, finishing my fasts all the way through, drinking my iced lemon water (preferably up to a gallon), eating enough protein and doing the pilates videos I wanted to do, I know my body will come together in literally two weeks. I'm scheduled to leave work at 3 today but I'm planning on staying until 7 unless I really really want to go home at the end of the day. regardless, I have to use the time to stretch deeply, get my mobility back on track, ankles strengthened, muscles warmed up and ready for tomorrow. I'm likely going to get home, golden, do a pilates workout and stretch/do a mobility routine, do my evening self care, tune and practice the harp for tomorrow, and do the finishing touches on both drawings - submitting them to the gallery today, put all my clothes away, clean the entire apartment and do a quick mop.

at work today, I'm going to be studying for the GRE, reading a little bit of my book, researching more Swiss universities, and watching the business videos/working on my business stuff, rescheduling stuff that is happening tomorrow, and I want to start working on my colombia travel video. when I get home, I want it to be ice prep time, art time and harp time - as well as re setting my space. depending on how I feel, I may stop by the mall after work to pick up a new wall scent or candle because this mahogany taekwood wall scent does not smell appropriate for the dollhouse.

[satrs]

𝐒𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇, 𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ʀɪꜱᴋʏ ꜱᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; ʏᴜᴜᴛᴀ ᴏᴋᴋᴏᴛꜱᴜ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀᴜ. ɢᴇᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ. ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.0k

Tags; EXHIBITIONISM. grinding. cumming in pants. cheating. blood kink(?). Breeding kink. Mention of marriage/kids(nanamis).

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ! // ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ!

YUUTA OKKOTSU.

The both of you decided to visit your parents over the weekend, a normal decision at first glance, but a foolish one at second. Did you seriously think you would be able to take your hands off each other for a whole weekend?

"Please baby. Let me put it in", the man quietly mumbled into your neck, hips grinding harshly into your ass, softly groaning at the friction.

"W-we can't. My parents- fuck, might hear", you warned him, holding onto the last bit of your sanity, close to your breaking point. Yuuta whined into your neck in response a little too loud, causing you to turn and slap a hand over his mouth.

"Shhh!," you lectured him, the grinding of his hips not stopping. Then, an idea came to your head.

"You want me, right baby?", you questioned him in a low voice, earning an eager hum from the male. "I know just the way to shut you up."

You slapped a pillow into your face in an attempt to muffle your moans, the feeling of his wet tongue dancing along your needy heat was making your head spin, eyes rolling into the back of your eye sockets.

The muffled moans that managed to reach his ears caused him to grind onto the bed, cock aching in need.

Your hands creeped to take ahold of his dark locs, pushing his head further into your heat as you came. Not long after Yuuta also reached his high, cum spurting right into his boxers, causing him to growl into your heat.

Your legs twitched at the vibration, a moan of yours echoing through the room.

The both of you quickly retreated back into your previous positions, attempting to sleep as you heared the creeking of the door.

As the door closed, Yuuta was quick to jump on top of you,

"One more try alright baby? I'll keep quiet this time."

GOJO SATURO.

"Shhh, doll. You don't want your husband to hear," you harshly bit your lip at that, pussy tightly clenching around him. "Or do you? What a dirty little wife you are. Fucking your brother in law while your husband 's waiting for us downstairs."

Your grip on the sink was tight, closing your eyes to contain yourself from moaning, lip drawing blood at your harsh bite. "But you know I like that-", he harshly grabbed your chin over your shoulder, embracing your lips in a needy kiss, letting out a groan at the taste of your blood on his tongue, "-right?"

"Mhmm, m' gonna' cum, Saturo", you whispered as quiet as you could, looking up into his eyes, knot threatening to snap in half.

But before you could reach your high, Gojo pulled out swiftly, adjusting himself in his pants again, leaving you there, ass up and looking back at him in confusion.

„He‘ll get suspicious if we stay here any longer“, Saturo said, door knob in hand,

„Let’s continue this later, yeah?“

And that’s exactly what you did, after the family meeting that took place at your home, you sneaked into your brother in laws car, continuing the sinful antics the both of you started in your bathroom.

"Fuckkk", he moaned as he bottomed out inside of you, for the second time tonight, but for sure not the last time.

GETO SUGURU.

"Do you want us to get caught, darling?", suguru asked, rather rhetorical question, but you still shook your head no regardless.

"Then", he began, testing out if you understood with a sharp thrust of his hips, „keep quiet.“ he whispered into your ear, softly biting your earlobe.

This is just crazy. Everything just started with you and him entering Victoria secret in order to find some nice things for you and him to enjoy.

But as soon as you came out the changing room to show off the beautiful lingerie he chose for you, he was quick to hush you back into the closet, sliding those panties off of you to quickly guide his aching length into your warm heat.

And here you were, trying your best to not utter a sound, your leg wrapped around his hip while you held onto his shoulders to keep your stability.

„I‘ll buy you that fuck-, that lingerie for sure. What a pretty thing you are.“ he said in a low tone, clasping his hand over your mouth in order to hush your moans.

But it was literally impossible, since he was basically asking to get caught, hitting every spot inside of you so well while his tip kissed your cervix all over again.

„Taking me so well baby. If you‘ll be a good little girl and cum for me, I‘ll buy you this whole damn store if you wish so.“

So, you did what he told you to do an came, teeth sinking into his hand in an attempt to lower your high pitched moans.

No woman would say no to a free shopping spree, right?

NANAMI KENTO.

"Shhhh darling. You don’t want the guest to find you like this, do you?“

It started off all innocent. The both of you attended to the wedding of your best friend and when she threw the bonquet, it was you who happend to catch it.

Loud cheers echoed around and some of the men teased nanami. „When will you two lovebirds even marry? And don’t you think it’s time for some kids?“

His heart jumped in his chest. Kids? He never really thought about that up till this point. But then the thought of mimi you‘s running around sounded quite tempting.

Which caused the man to drag you into an empty storage room near to where all the guest were celebrating, pleasuring you to the point where you were almost drooling.

„You wanna marry huh? We gotta add a baby to our family then don’t you think?“

His words made you clench around him, causing him to lowly groan.

He couldn’t wait, he had to have you right now and he honestly didn’t care if someone would badge in. You were his afterall, and that would only more prove the fact.

He would make sure you walk out of that storage room, filled to the brim.

„Not to loud, darling. You don’t want to be a wedding crasher now do you?“

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[gentrychild]

DFO translator: chapter 360

“Gentry,” they call for me, “have you seen the last chapter? Will you make a dfo translator?”

To which I answer: “Sorry but I have seen the light. AFO can’t be Hisashi because Hisashi has a fire breathing quirk.”

AFO:

Katsuki: “This is but a scratch.”

AFO: “No, seriously, why is he so hard to find? Even my little brother wasn’t as good at avoiding me!

Katsuki: “I hope that nerd is on a beach drinking Mai Tais or something.”

AFO: “After all, I don’t want to succumb to the temptation of ripping you apart limb by limb and crushing your thick skulls between my fingers.”

Katsuki: “... That’s an odd line to draw for a supervillain.”

AFO: “After all, I don’t want to accidentally give you a quick death.”

Katsuki: “Ah, that suddenly makes more fucking sense.”

AFO: “After all, I did miss his birthday and he tends to get grumpy when he doesn’t get a gift.”

Katsuki: “This whole thing starts to feel awfully personal for a guy I met once in my life.” 

AFO: “Oh, Bakugou, this is not personal. That would be personal.”

Katsuki: “... Oh.”

AFO: “See? I knew you would get the difference!”

Katsuki, trying not to make eye contact with the tunnel of white light: “Are you... hyping Izuku???”

AFO: “Someone has to in this goddamn manga.”

AFO: “Now, why don’t you absorb a bit of damage for me?”

Katsuki: “I have been deprived of oxygen for the past two minutes.”

AFO: “But did you die, though, barely adequate meat shield?”

Mirio, saving Katsuki: “Fly, my dude! I have never seen something so personal in my life! What did you do to that man?”

Katsuki: “I can’t answer as I am being currently being buried under a dozen of layers of sheer denial to keep my sanity.”

Tomura: “EXCUSE ME BUT I HAVE PLENTY OF FRIENDS!”

AFO: “Not now, Tomura.”

AFO: “Ah, one of those powers of friendship ones. In my defense, it’s hard to believe in something that has never saved any of the heroic friends I have been killing for more than a century.”

Tomura: “Pinata, you dumb fuck. Pinata are made to be broken.”

AFO: “I could mention how this kind of mindset make it easier for corrupt systems to stay in place but let’s be real, I do not trust you to understand half of the words I would use, suspiciously similar substitute of Yagi...”

Mirio: “Lemillion. My name is Lemillion. I introduced myself five seconds ago.”

AFO: “I don’t care.

Best Jeanist: “WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT MAN FOR HIM TO GET SO MAD AT YOU?”

Best Jeanist: “THERE WAS A WHOLE CHAPTER ABOUT ENDEAVOR, HAWKS AND I REALIZING THAT IT’S HARD FOR HIM TO HATE PEOPLE. YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY PROVED US WRONG.”

Katsuki: “If you don’t mind, I am going to stay here and not say a thing because I am assaulted by the memory of what Izuku looks like that one time I tore that exclusive All Might figurine.”

[themythofnarcissus]

Ran and Mitsuya meet for an one night stand the night before the final battle. Sparks come flying between them but they’d never admit that to each other. requested by: @lazysublimeengineer 💗

tags: not admitting their feelings, complaining about each other during sex etc etc.

Ran is counting the hours, sprawled out on their sofa, hair undone, looking out of the window upside-down, watching the sun set and the clouds move. He is sweaty and shirtless, he has just finished working out with Rindou, and his brother is taking some extra time stretching, to relax himself, probably.

His phone goes off with a notification and his brows knit. He picks it up, unlocks the screen, and his eyes narrow.

From: Mitsuya

You free?

“Don’t forget to eat, Ran,”

Rindou’s words echo somewhere in the background, but they fall on deaf ears, completely.

Ran types out a quick response, automatically, because he knows that, perhaps, he is more nervous than he is letting on.

Are the kids out?

From: Mitsuya

At a friend’s

“Rin, I’m heading out.”

Rindou looks up from the floor, stretched out in some position that makes Ran question his brother’s sanity. “Today?”

“I will be back in time for bed.” Ran jokes, and Rindou kind of gets it, too.

The air ripples past him, stirs him from his own gloominess, cool and soothing. His bike is rumbling beneath him, just a few minutes to Mitsuya’s house.

He climbs the staircase to the second floor, rings the bell, waits, still, somewhat antsy. Mitsuya opens the door a few moments later, yeah, pretty, pretty Mitsuya. Ran observes him, his half shaved head, the tattoo he had heard of but never seen clinging to his temple.

Mitsuya is staring, gawking, too. He doesn’t remember when he last saw Ran, but his hair is longer, even in its tight braids. He is dressed in a red tee that’s just a bit too short, leaving a neat strip of skin exposed between the hem of his shirt and the top of his low-rise jeans. His tattoo is exposed on one arm, too, and Mitsuya wonders how many people get to see Ran without his uniform.

The silence is thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I brought condoms and cigarettes.” Ran breaks the ice, and Mitsuya laughs.

“You keep smoking and you won’t be able to lift a finger in a fight.” Mitsuya retreats deeper into the house, motions for Ran to follow.

“You sound like Rindou.” Ran rolls his eyes and takes a moment to quickly undo his combat boots before coming into the house. He can be an asshole, but he has manners.

Ran follows the familiar route to Mitsuya’s room, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. His hair seems damp from showering, and Ran finds himself kind of jealous.

Tokyo is still warm.

He tosses the condoms and cigarettes on the bed and lazily strips off his shirt, standing in front of Mitsuya, who is currently perched on the edge of the mattress. The younger licks his lips and draws him closer by the waist.

“Lost weight?” Mitsuya can’t help the concern.

A dire mistake, because Ran is now grinning at him.

“Like it?” Ran leans into the caresses that gently trace up his abdomen, outlining every edge of defined muscle.

“You’re already thin.” Mitsuya argues, but casually falls into their usual back and forth, with his lips perched on top of Ran’s hipbone, sucking a small bruise onto his skin.

“Rindou works me like a dog.” Ran whines, twists his fingers into Mitsuya’s silver hair. “Though, I trust you didn’t call me here to fuck me gently and hold my hands?”

“You’re so irritating.” Mitsuya grunts, hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of Ran’s jeans, and tugs hard. It’s enough for him to lose balance and scramble into his lap, the upside of him being so stupidly lanky.

Mitsuya knows his body well enough, knows it from kicking and bruising each other, and knows it from kissing and biting as well. So when he pushes him into the mattress to tug his jeans off, he also knows that Ran will comply and lift his hips for him.

Another thing he had learned about Ran is that he isn’t body shy. He is quite cocky, if anything, loves being naked and making him gawk. And again, he’s doing a great job at it.

“Mitsuya,” Ran hums with half lidded eyes, pulls one of his knees close to his chest, and lets it slide down again, knowing that the sound of the rustling sheets are enough to send the younger riling. “Remember the summer festival—“

“You don’t ever let me forget.” Mitsuya locks his jaw in faux irritation, though it’s more of an attempt to stay straight faced as his cock twitches under his baggy sweatpants. Ran knows, of course he does, and he’s already condemned the moment he sees him smirking.

He strips quickly, just to match up with Ran, and the rushed movements betray the tension in his body. Well, none can do, he lets Ran win, he always does, because the treat is sweet and his thighs are warm when they clasp around Mitsuya’s waist.

And they’re kissing, it’s a mean, somewhat feral kiss, a poor attempt at keeping whatever rivalry is going on between them burning. If there is no love to connect them, hate will, and Ran is fine with that. He isn’t sure about Mitsuya, though, because there is a desperation in that touch, there is a hint of regret when he bites Ran’s lower lip, and he wonders why.

To Ran it’s natural, scratching a bit too hard, biting till skin breaks and till things etch on unpleasantness, but Mitsuya? Mitsuya feels like he is holding back, like he only performs for Ran because he is wicked and kind of gross at times.

And this gentleness and giving nature, it really has Ran confused. Because he should be used to it, staring at the ceiling, arching his back, a pretty mouth wrapped around his cock— but it’s not the same. Mitsuya’s teeth never graze him and his fingertips don’t bruise or try to lay claim where it’s undeserved, in fact, usually his fingers are busy, like now, stretching him open and being surprisingly mindful.

Ran isn’t sure about it, but he doesn’t say anything. It’s not like their sexually incompatible, no, in fact, Mitsuya makes his toes curl and his voice break, and isn’t afraid to slap him or shove his head into the wall. What’s missing is the malice that Ran harbours towards his partners and the malice that they harbour towards him. He knows the push isn’t meant to scar, and that knowledge in itself is alien.

“Ran,”

Yes, he is overthinking it.

“At least give me some response.” Mitsuya teases, lighthearted, and starts to suck a small bruise on top of his hipbone. Ran hums along, tries to come back into his body and his senses, to focus on everything that he’s feeling. Yeah, sex with Mitsuya is great.

“Sorry, I’m tired.” Ran whispers, he isn’t sure why, but he is kind of sure that he means it.

“You’re tense.” Mitsuya observes, withdraws his fingers to start palming at Ran’s cock, hard and resting against his stomach. It twitches in interest, and that comforts Mitsuya.

“You’re tense.” Ran hisses back, hands fist into the bedsheets. He isn’t sure why. “What’s this? Therapy session with your fingers up my ass?”

“No.” Mitsuya laughs, moves his hand a bit faster, circles the spot underneath the head of Ran’s cock because it makes him shudder. “Relax,”

He’s smug, and it makes Ran mad. Which is confusing in itself, because not a lot of things make him mad.

“Fuck,” Ran groans, feels like pulling his braids out. “I’ll fucking kill you tomorrow.”

“That’s more like it.” Mitsuya winks, is straightening up, pulling Ran close to him by the thighs— and, admittedly, it’s kind of hot, how he can pull Ran’s body across the mattress with ease. They don’t say anything else, because they’re not cheesy like that, but Mitsuya’s blissed out face when he sinks his cock into Ran makes the older burn with the desire to humiliate him.

Hopefully, he doesn’t need to. Mitsuya doesn’t wait, he grabs his hips and draws back, plants Ran’s firm ass against his cock again, and Ran moans, finally, unconstricted.

His legs lock behind Mitsuya’s waist and he pulls him in, flash against him, so abruptly that the younger stumbles forward and barely catches himself at the elbows. Ran is staring at him, openly, his pretty hand wraps around Mitsuya’s neck and starts squeezing while their rhythm builds up.

Mitsuya watches, drinks the sight in in borderline delirium, the way Ran’s eyes flutter and his brows squeeze together. His braids are messy from rubbing against the pillow, his cheeks flustered and his chest heaving. He definitely needs to stop smoking.

“Fuck,” Mitsuya curses, Ran is growing tighter around him, following his rhythm like a well versed waltz. He’s growing so loud, his head tossed back and his skin stained with sweat, and right then, Mitsuya is glad he sent the kids away. Ran’s cock slaps against his stomach with every thrust, a lewd sound that makes Mitsuya heady with pride.

Ran wraps a clumsy hand around himself and starts jerking his cock to the rhythm of Mitsuya’s thrusts, and right then, he kind of caves in. He yanks Mitsuya’s face close and kisses him hard, bites, draws blood. It’s his love language, and the both of them know to reluctantly admit to it.

So Mitsuya matches in, grabs his cheeks in a tight grip that has his nails digging into the soft skin of his face. That’s when his body sings, Mitsuya knows, when the sting comes in, and when it does, he cums as well, perfectly synchronised, spilling into a mesh of cries and curses.

Ran is gone for a good ten seconds, just panting loud, arm draped over his neck, staring at Mitsuya with hazy eyes.

They don’t talk about it. Ran isn’t good at talking. He’s only good at scooting over when they’re done and curling into his side. It takes a while for his breath to ease again, and just maybe, Mitsuya is right and he should stop smoking. Not right then, though, because he desperately needs a smoke to cool down.

Ran isn’t sure how long they stay sprawled in bed, but he’s sure it must be a while, considering that the breeze of the open window is beginning to feel a bit too cold. Late night sting. He tilts his head a bit and finds Mitsuya staring right back at him, somewhat troubled, definitely blissed out.

Ran can feel something building up, so he drowns it before it reaches the surface. He sits up and starts to look for his clothes, although he can feel a pair of insistent eyes on his back.

“Ran.”

He pauses, halfway through buttoning his trousers up.

“Don’t die tomorrow.”

Ran falters a bit, face pensive. The noise from the streets below is comforting. This is the closest he has ever received to a confession, he thinks, and it feels kind of nice.

“Same to you, Mitsuya.” He grins, finally finishes dressing up. “So, don’t cross me tomorrow.” He picks his cigarette pack from the floor.

Mitsuya snorts, light hearted. He gets up and lazily pulls his sweatpants on, lets them hang loosely from his waist. Ran never stays over, and he knows better than to ask him to.

He does, actually, follow him outside, to his bike, which Ran looks unfairly good on, all long legs and delicate arms. He gives him one last kiss, a slower one that leaves them with more questions than answers.

[aemonds-sapphire]

Quirkplay — Natsuo x Reader

Natsuo would rarely use his ice quirk, but whenever he did so, he always made sure you enjoyed it.

Warnings: NSFW. Quirkplay, vaginal fingering, ice cubes, praise, needy Natsuo, hot Natsuo, sexy Natsuo, precum, mouth fucking.

Word count: 1.6k

“Can I use my quirk?”

Natsuo’s voice was but a whisper as his gentle and expectant eyes bore into yours. The thought alone had your heart race skip a beat immediately.

Nothing was off limits for Natsuo so long as it would magnify the pleasure he could provide as far as you were concerned.

You promptly nodded at the man on top of you, moaning softly as his hardening bulge pressed against your covered pussy.

The coldness that spread across his palms as he quickly undid your shirt was met with a jerk of your hips.

“Calm down…” he hissed and you felt his cock twitch as he fumbled with the tiny buttons keeping you hidden from him.

Natsuo would rarely make use of his quirk in his daily life, and had resorted to using it under very specific circumstances.

You weren’t a stranger to it, and had had the opportunity of being on the receiving end of the coldness that would emanate from him in such occasions.

Your clit throbbed in anticipation once he pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze.

He shifted until his face was but a mere inches away from your flushed skin, and you vaguely wondered what he had in mind.

The answer to that thought came soon enough.

His lips puckered as he let out a stream of stinging cold breeze graze over one nipple, causing it to swiftly harden.

“Always so sensitive…” he smiled proudly, repeating the motion on the other one.

Damn Natsuo’s extensive knowledge of the human body.

The familiar coiling feeling in the pit of your stomach had your eyes flutter shut, and he seized the opportunity to wrap his cool lips around your nipple. He wasted no time, alternating between slow and long suckles, and quick and hard ones.

If quirkplay was an art form then Natsuo mastered it with jaw-dropping proficiency.

He’d switch nipples every now and then while his freezing hands remained plastered on your ass cheeks, angling your body with his and allowing him to dry hump you.

“N-Natsuo… slow… d-down…” you stammered, hands fisting his pale hair in the hopes of breaking the grip he had on you.

It was all to no avail.

One of his hands found your soaked panties and pushed them to the side.

You gasped and your eyes flew open at the sudden coolness that contrasted nearly painfully with the heat radiating from your swollen clit.

Natsuo released your nipple with a wet pop and fixed his eyes on you.

“How cold can I go today?” he asked teasingly, fingertips barely brushing along your sopping slit.

He’d always ask you, but not because he feared going too far — your body language would tell him that —, but merely as a way to have you beg for it.

“As cold as you can get…”

The pad of his thumb immediately pressed down on your clit and you jolted in surprise.

“Icy cold?” he asked, an excited smile tugging at his lips.

You squirmed under his touch. “Whatever you want… just….” fuck me…

Natsuo kept one hand between your thighs as a reminder of the pleasure he could so easily deliver; the other snaked under you skillfully and he undid the clasp of your bra, before sliding the fabric off you.

He took a deep breath, taking his sweet time to admire your body. If there was one thing Natsuo excelled at was making you feel pretty and wanted.

Even though school crammed most of his schedule and robbed you of his focus, he would always find a way to make it up for you.

So when he pressed his cold palm just below your ribcage, eye never tearing away from yours, you felt a rush of hotness splatter your cheeks.

And then something else…

Something hard and cold and wet was starting to dig into your skin. You eyes traveled down to stare at his still hand, and you saw a faint glaze of icy blue coat it up to his wrist.

“Natsuo…”

The young man lifted his hand, revealing one ice cube that he had to keep in place with his fingers to keep it from sliding to the side as your body temperature caused its underside to melt and have droplets rolling down your skin.

Two cold fingers dragged along your pussy lips to smear your own wetness and earning a hiss from him.

“I love that you’re so wet… so ready for my fingers…” he cooed, sliding one digit inside your heated pussy.

The melting ice cube started glinding down your torso, leaving a wet trail in its wake which prickled your skin with goosebumps. He lowered his head and planted a few open-mouthed kisses, following the path laid out by the byproduct of his quirk.

You arched your back reflexively when he added a second finger inside you, drawing out a groan of pleasure mixed with momentary discomfort as your body adjusted to the never-ending temperature fluctuations.

“Ah… fuck…” you suddenly heard him cuss in annoyance, halting his ministrations.

The subject of frustration was his own cock, apparently. A big wet spot stained his pants, and you almost smiled at how adorable he looked as as his cheeks gained a faint reddish tint.

All that sweet precum going to waste as Natsuo struggled with holding himself back.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek as you watched him undo his zipper and yank down his pants, exposing his long cock.

A sigh of relief left him, and he swallowed hard once he realized your eyes were dead set on the thick strings of precum that dripped from the tip.

The two fingers buried inside your pussy cooled down, causing you to clench around him vigorously.

“Natsuo! Why—“

He merely smiled while his other hand conjured yet a new ice cube — as the previous one had completely melted away.

The slow and teasing pace his fingers set was almost agonizing, and you kept on rolling your hips as a way to instigate him to get bolder.

But he had other plans.

The cube in his hand came into contact with your clit and you yelped at the chilling sensation. He made sure your folds enveloped it on either side as your grip around his digits only increased.

“Look at the way your pussy is eating me up…” he groaned, sliding it down to collect some of your juices. “Babe… look at your pussy lips.”

The moment you did as you were, a raspy moan fell from your lips and you felt several knots tightening in your lower abdomen as a clear warning that if he kept this pace you’d reach your high soon.

A needy moan echoed through his room, and you clasped one hand over your mouth.

His sister was at home, and so was his younger brother.

“Keep it down… can you do that?” he inquirer sweetly, sliding his fingers out completely and earning a disappointed mewl from you. “Mouth open.”

His two wet fingers slipped past your lips and you promptly wrapped them around him, sucking and tasting yourself.

It was definitely an effective way of shutting you up.

“You love sucking, don’t you?”

You batted your eyelashes innocently while nodding, twirling your tongue around his digits as if they were his cock instead.

He bit his lower lip to muffle a moan, nudging the ice cube against your pussy.

You looked up at him, eyes widened.

“Grip it for me.”

His eyes were heavy with lust, and you felt a gush of wetness drip from you at his request.

The frozen cube poked at your entrance once more, and you felt him push it inside just enough for you to hold it in place with your walls.

Natsuo’s cock twitched several times at the sight of your pussy gripping the ice cube.

His voice was now low and filled with perplexity. “You need to see this.”

In no time, he had his phone in his hands to snap a quick photo. You clenched briefly as you glared at the screen. Honestly, you had to commend his self-control, because you looked really, really inviting in that position.

“Pretty girl…” he praised, flicking your clit with his thumb, bringing you closer to the edge.

You were grateful that he had no intention of removing his fingers from your mouth, otherwise your moans would be heard throughout the entire place.

The ice cube wasn’t able to endure the heat of your pussy, and you felt cold droplets sliding down your ass crack.

Natsuo kept his eyes on you the entire time. “Suck harder… please…”

You did as you were told, in an attempt at keeping some control as waves of unfathomable bliss rippled across your entire body. At that point, you could no longer prevent your pussy from completely sucking in the ice cube and with a seering pinch on your clit, he managed to have you trip over the edge of your sanity.

Flashes of technicolor swarmed your vision as you parted your lips in a silent scream. Bless Natsuo and his quick reflexes, because he had your mouth covered in no time, preventing any obscene sound from being heard by anyone but him.

He kept his cold thumb on your clit, alternating the pressure on it, but his pace never faltering.

Your hips bucked desperately and your arms wrapped around his neck as if you were holding on for dear life, riding out your orgasm.

“Ouch!” he said playfully after losing balance and nearly crushing you under his weight. “Do you like my quirk that much?”

No coherent thoughts came to your mind as you panted heavily. “I… fuck…”

He placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. “I love you, too.”

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Masterlist

[whats-rambled-rambled]

erode

Neil x Reader

summary: this is what happens when you try to cope with immense heat for way too long  plot what plot 

warnings: 18+ and I mean it, nsfw, teasing, temperature play (listen, I don’t even know, blame it on the weather)

author’s note: I wanted to make it short. They had other ideas. Result? Basically 2,9k words.

I started writing with no particular duo in mind. And at some point I stopped and smiled. 

Hello you two, it’s been a while.

(f!Reader)

The song for this fic is TENDER - Erode

Anyway, enjoy!  ...and let me know what you think, please?

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“This heat is absurd,” you huff as you flip the pillow to the other side, hoping to find even a degree cooler fabric there.

The cold shower you’ve taken half an hour ago feels like a distant dream, and you’re already drenched in sweat, trying to position yourself strategically to get the most of the small fan placed near the bed. With those crazy temperatures, the chance of getting a stiff neck on the next day seems like a risk worth taking.

“I think I was supposed to kick you in the shin for complaining about warmth,” chuckles Neil and puts down a glass of water on the nightstand, the ice cubes clinking softly. “You're lucky it’s too hot to do so.”

You knit your brows together. It takes you a moment to remember, but then it hits you and you groan. Of course, he brings back something you said during that painfully long stakeout on a freezing December night.

“Why can’t it be just pleasantly warm instead of a variation on The Song of Ice and Fire,” you sigh, taking off the t-shirt. “Fuck climate change deniers, there’s nothing temperate about this climate we’re living in anymore.” You fall back on the pillow, limbs in disarray, longing for a shred of comfort.

With the corner of your eye, you see Neil’s gaze flitting through your body, focusing on the only article of clothing for a second longer.

“You’re one sexy creature.”

His words carry an amused smile and you glance at him, scoffing in disbelief.

“Even when I’m spread out like that?”

“Especially when you’re spread out like that,” he says, moving closer. “Giving me all sorts of ideas”

He leans in for a kiss, but you place a hand on his bare chest, stopping him an inch away.

“Too hot.”

Neil stifles a giggle.“Hot damn?” he chokes out, and you glare at him, but your lips twitch in a smile of their own accord.

“When the temperature drops, I’m gonna give you that hallelujah, or so help me-”

“Promises, promises.” He beams. “I thought this might be the perfect opportunity to give that little sauna fantasy a test run.”

The sole thought of a sauna threatens your sanity right now. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.” A wicked grin creeps on his face. “Or let me just--”

Neil turns away and reaches for the water again, then finishes it with one swig. He nibbles on the bottom lip, clearly excited, as his long fingers fish out a single ice cube from the glass. The blue eyes light up with roguish sparks when he looks at you. Neil quirks a brow in a silent question, and you nod as your pulse picks up the pace.

He closes his hand on the ice for a moment, then slides the cube to his other palm. You sigh with relief as he runs cold and wet fingers across your forehead, then lets them comb your hair, keeping the wild strands away from your face. A soft smile taints his lips as he moves a bit closer, keeping enough distance so the almost feverish warmth of your bodies wouldn’t override everything else. He steals a quick kiss and then he smirks, rolling to the side and propping the head on his knuckles. His darkened gaze glides over your features, taking in the views and inevitably plotting your demise at the same time.

You swallow with effort as the shiver of anticipation runs down your spine.

The ice cube touches the tip of your nose playfully. You are about to huff, but then Neil moves his hand lower and starts slowly tracing the outline of your parted lips, and you can only gasp. Your heat-hazed mind is defenseless, so you close your eyes, allowing yourself to focus solely on the sensation. The dissolving ice trickles down your cheek, the cold droplet tickles and makes you yelp, but when it reaches the neck, Neil shifts and his warmth floods you. You feel his hot breath against your skin as he licks off the wet trail and sucks on that little spot right under your ear. You whine and inhale sharply, ready to protest the sudden closeness, but you hesitate, torn between getting closer to your personal melting point and already craving for more.

Before you can make up your mind, Neil moves away, a smug smile dangling in the corner of his mouth. A tip of his tongue darts through his lips as he catches the exasperation in your stare.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he purrs and shushes your comeback by simply gliding the ice cube to your chin and down your throat.

Your head arches back and you draw a shaky breath, but the cold point travels lower, skates between your breasts, through your stomach, around your belly button, and moves back up. You glance down, transfixed on the slender fingers holding the glimmering cube.

“All right?”

The husky question commands your attention back to his face. Neil studies your expression closely and a flash of fondness strikes your racing heart.

You smile and your hand flies to cup his cheek, “Yeah, it’s -- oh god,” you groan as the ice flicks your nipple. Neil chuckles and props himself on the elbow so he can pin your hand over your head in one swift move. “Concern as a distraction? How sneaky of you,” you pant, glaring at the self-satisfied grin on his face.

“It worked, innit?” he says and the mischievous lights dance in the blue eyes as they drop back to your chest. You follow them just to see him cruising the ice cube through your breasts, how your nipples harden when it circles them, again and again until you tremble and squeeze your thighs together, biting back a needy moan. “Look at you, squirming already,” he murmurs, amused.

It’s hard to think, let alone form a coherent sentence, so you just glower and grit your teeth. Neil interlocks his fingers with yours, inching closer, and places a small, reassuring kiss on your shoulder. Then, he palms over the cube and carries on. The warmth and pressure of his hand mix with the coldness of the melting ice, and you sigh and lean into his touch, not mindful of the water dribbling down your sides to the sheets.

He traces the curves and flats of your body. Unhurriedly, but persistently moving lower. Grazes the hip bones, then slides along the hem of your panties. You close your eyes as your thighs come together again, trying to control the bucking hips.

He tightens the hold on you as his hand bearing the ice cube moves to your knee.

Neil’s warmth envelops you once again and he whispers into your ear. “Open for me.”

The request wiping any resolve left in your brain and rushing to your pulsing core. You bite your lip to stifle a moan and comply, earning a pleased hum from Neil.

“Good girl,” he rasps as his hand continues its journey upwards.

“Neil--”

Your weak plea only evokes a throaty chuckle, which doesn’t help in the slightest. He knows what he’s doing. What praise like that can do to you. You see it in his predatory gaze, how he enjoys watching you fall apart. And he still is about to touch you where you need him most.

Neil smacks his tongue. “Not so patient today, are we, my love?” he teases, guiding his large hand up and down your inner thighs slowly.

You want to groan in frustration. You want to shut him up with a hungry kiss. You want him. But instead, you muster some of the strength you have left to control yourself, not willing to give him too much satisfaction. Not yet anyway.

He catches the determined look in your eyes and raises a brow. A corner of his mouth curls and you know that the game is on.

Neil hooks his thumb over a band of your underwear. “May I?”

“By all means,” you breathe out and he lets go of your hand so he can pull your panties down and position himself between your legs.

“Christ, how I adore this view.” He flashes his teeth in a brief smile, his features soften when his gaze meets yours. The extent of love and admiration you see there makes your stomach do a somersault. “You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly and the heart sings in your chest. Then, just when you let your guard down, the blue eyes get dark and yearning. “And mine,” he adds as his knuckles resume the caress.

The pure whiplash from his actions shuts your brain down. You whimper and your whole body tenses when the sleek cube glides over your folds. The cold water joins your own wetness. Your head falls back. The heat that is rushing through your veins has nothing to do with the temperature in the room, but it pearls your temple with sweat just the same. A short pause forces you to look down and you catch the wicked grin forming on Neil’s lips. Your end is inescapable.

You watch as Neil puts the ice cube in his mouth and your eyes widen in sudden realization. He dips his head and then swirls his tongue around your clit and you almost cry out, clenching your fists on the sheets. Hot. Cold. Both at the same time. The pulse pounds in your ears as you walk the line, bold strokes and quick flicks driving you to the edge of sanity. His hand moves up your body, partly to hold you in place. But also to add the fuel to the fire that slowly consumes you. You melt into his touch. You moan. And then he slides his finger inside you and reality begins to crumble.

“Oh yes--” you whine, pushing against his hand. “Please.”

You feel him smile against you and the second finger enters you, then they curl slightly and set the rhythm. You roll your hips and reach down to tug at the golden strands, the only praise you’re capable of right now. Neil’s groan vibrates through you, pushing you to the brink of resolution. And then his mouth envelopes you and he sucks on your clit. The pleasure sears your every nerve, tipping you over, and you arch your back and come with a loud moan. You ride out your high, trembling underneath him, digging your fingers into his arms and then pulling on them, driven by a different kind of need. Neil understands and crawls back up to you, licking your wetness off his lips on the way.

“You okay?” he asks, brushing his knuckles against your cheek tenderly and falls on the pillow next to you.

You nod, still incapable of putting words together. Placing the hand on the back of his neck, you urge him closer and kiss him, grunting softly. It’s hard to level your breath like this, making that act of devotion somewhat sloppy. Neil strokes your hair, deepening the kiss just barely. Fixed on bringing you comfort, first and foremost.

And when you pull back, it’s the eyes that betray him. Full of fondness, yes, but also overcast with desire.

How fortunate you already have an idea how to repay him. Not that he expects it - he would never. But he was so rude, teasing you like that.

And you want payback.

You smile and push him back on the mattress to reach over him to his nightstand. You fish out the biggest of the leftover ice cubes from the glass.

Neil shifts upwards slightly, leaning back on his elbows. His mouth parts as he spots your impish grin.

“Oh.”

“Come on, you really thought I’d let that slide?” you say as you straddle him, batting the eyelashes. You look at the glimmering crystal in your hand, then back at him, raising a brow. “Actually--”

You close your fist and move it over Neil’s chest, and he squirms as the cold droplets fall on his skin. You stare at the way his muscles tense when the water trickles down his toned stomach, and a new wave of excitement washes over you.

You lean on to lay a kiss on his lips, this time a more eager one. Neil sighs when your tongue glides against his and you giggle, breaking the contact. Your noses brush together as you exchange greedy looks, barely containing the animalistic need slowly clouding your minds.

“Not so patient, indeed,” you hum, tipping his chin up with your finger so you can suck on his jaw, letting the hand with the cube ghost over the same spot on the other side. Neil shivers and groans in a way that only boosts your confidence. Your mouth travels down his neck, continuing to play a hot-and-cold mirror game with your hand. You pull back as your eyes follow the wet trails again. Your tongue meets the next one halfway and moves up the chest until it lands on the source of the mess. You look up and you see the blue eyes trained on you, so you smirk, hiding the piece of ice in your mouth the same way Neil did not long ago.

The cube pokes from between your lips as they venture across the body you know so well, but rediscover as you learn its reaction to the new sensation. The goosebumps. The way it trembles. The grunts and gasps that follow. You stop just to get rid of the navy boxer briefs on your way.

The sight ever so gratifying.

Neil’s chest heaves as you start stroking him lightly, but it is when you take his tip in your mouth when Neil moans, sending your heart racing again. You taste and tease him until you hear a stifled curse. Then you drop the ice cube into your hand and you rub it up and down slowly, going back to twirling your tongue over him at the same time. Neil jerks, inhaling sharply and lets out a guttural groan.

“How’s that for a payback?” you ask smugly, enjoying how it takes a moment for him to focus his sight on you.

You recognize the predatory gaze a second too late.

Neil shifts and the next thing you know you end up pinned to the bed.

“Wanna play like that?” he rasps, hovering over you with a sinister grin.

You roll your hips against him, eyes lighting up at the sound of a growl building in his throat.

“Just take me already.”

He crashes his lips on yours and it’s your turn to gasp breathlessly. Then, he flips you to your side so you're facing the running fan and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing himself to your back. The moving air against your body helps, but you're way past caring about overheating now.

Neil brushes your hair away so he can kiss the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Meanwhile, his other hand travels south, and you hook one leg over his, squirming impatiently.

"God, you drive me crazy," he breathes into your ear, but before you can assure him how mutual the feeling is, he thrusts into you and you moan together, melting further into each other.

But instead of setting a pace, the reckless fingertips trail between your legs again to rub small circles against your clit, and soon enough you whimper as you clench around him. More. Neil bites on your shoulder and groans, finally giving you what you need. What he needed, too. You bury your fingers in the blonde mane. Tugs urging a quicker pace. You close your eyes, climbing the peak again. His touch roams through your body, and then his rhythm falters, and you take his hand in yours and press it to your chest, lacing your fingers together.

I’ve got you.

Neil tenses and hides his face in your neck, gasping frantically, pulling you as close as he can. His high pushes you over the edge and you join him in the rhapsodic release, losing yourself in the pleasure. In the strong embrace. In him.

When reality regains its sharpness, you shift in Neil’s arms to face him. The warmth of affection spreads through you when you meet the hazed gaze. You smile softly as your fingers trace his features. Parted lips. Sharp jawline. The brows, still knitted together. Your heart aches from fondness when you fix the golden strands stuck to his forehead. 

Happy lights dance in the blue eyes and Neil chuckles, panting lightly. You kiss him, then hug him tightly, not mindful of the heat. Of the sweat. There’s only a heavy heartbeat against your cheek. His scent, ingrained deeply in your mind. The slow, calming strokes on your back. Bliss.

“At least with a sauna we’d have a barrel with icy water, you know,” Neil points out casually. “Or even better - a pile of snow.”

“Oh my god,” you snort, pulling back to look at him. “Imagine that,” you sigh as the heat suddenly hits your senses twice as hard.

He grins, taking you by the hand, and places a small kiss on your knuckles. “May I interest you in a very cold shower instead?”

The corner of your lips twitch.

“Lead the way.”