#but careful making your partner ingest that

[punks-never-die205]

Talking about dicks... Would Kid pull out? 🤔🤨

Oh yeah, if you ask for it, certainly.

Finishing inside is great, but covering your skin with his cum, smearing it around your skin with his good hand, and then making you lick it clean?

Hells yeah he’s down for that.

Plus, pulling out is a statistically significant form of birth control. Best to use with something else, like a diaphragm or OBC/IUD, but even on its own it’s something like 80%-ish effective. (A lot higher than I expected, honestly, in today we learn.)

[hxney-lemcn]

Cliche Trope — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: your cliche romantic trope

tw: mentions of death (Malleus, Idia), slight angst (Jamil, Azul)

a/n: kinda back, idk this gave me mini inspriation

wc: 1.5k (~200 each character)

Master List

Riddle Rosehearts — Childhood Sweethearts

You knew Riddle since you both were young. Even if his mother kept him locked away for most of his childhood, you managed to worm your way into some of his fondest memories. Unlike Trey or Che’nya, for some reason Riddle found himself floundering around you. At first he waved it away as finding you annoying. You would continue to pester him, distracting him from his studies, making him imagine what it would be like to play with you and Trey when he was stuck in his room. He hated when you brought him treats and trinkets. A weed of a flower one day, or a malformed cupcake another (you had made it with Trey). Whenever Riddle saw you he couldn’t help but scowl at how carefree you seemed, how much fun you seemed to be having, but he would never admit his jealousy. But it was hard for him to aim his anger towards you, not when you tried to include him to the best of your ability, not when you smiled so sweetly at him, and not when his heart stuttered when you were finally able to drag him away from the shackles of his mother.

Leona Kingscholar — Enemies to Lovers

You hated Leona and he hated you. It was mutual. You wouldn’t have given two shits about him if it weren’t for the fact that he did absolutely nothing to help with your project. You both had been partnered for it, and he hadn’t even said a word to you the entire two weeks you had been tasked to complete it. At first you didn’t care, used to being forced to cover your ass in a project that no one else wanted to work on, but every time you saw that lion laze about you couldn’t help but feel peeved. You had tried to ask him to contribute, but he only waved you off with a glare. You could’ve just ended it at that, avoiding him for the rest of your school career and then never seeing him again, but life has a cruel way of making jokes. He had been your seatmate the next year, and although he skipped a lot, you loathed having to sit so close. Yet, over time, you found yourself growing fond of the prince. You weren’t sure why your banter with him had become something you looked at fondly, but you didn’t want to dive too deep into your feelings for Leona.

Azul Ashengrotto — Love Potion

It was a complete accident. Multiple things going wrong at once. You and Deuce had made the wrong potion, and you accidently ingested a small dose. It wasn’t exactly the typical love potion, it was a potion that enhanced your feelings for whomever you felt an attraction towards. And since the amount you ingested wasn’t a typical serving amount, the effects were dim. You couldn’t tell you were under the effects of the potion, just that you had the strong urge to visit Azul. You felt a bit desperate to see him again, and you weren’t sure why the tug to see him had grown so rapidly. You gave into your urges, visiting the Mostro Lounge after classes ended. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be ashamed at the way you perked up when Azul made his rounds around the lounge, checking in on guests, or the way your eyes sparkled as he slowly approached your own seat. The tweels watched on in amusement, somehow knowing of your condition before you. And as you two conversed, Azul slowly started noting the symptoms of the very potion you had ingested, and a sense of disappointment washed over him. He couldn’t help but wish you truly felt that way towards him. 

Jamil Viper — Love/Hate

You were absolutely annoying. Like a persistent fly that refused to leave no matter how many times Jamil shooed you away. You’d make a mess of the kitchen trying to ‘help’ him, you’d do the laundry which ruined Kalim’s expensive clothes, you’d clean using the wrong products. Your help hindered him, and he wished you’d just stop. He had no idea why you bothered him so much, and you were just another headache that added on to his current migraine. So why did he feel terrible when you finally stopped bothering him? Why did he start to regret how he snapped at you, hissing terrible things that almost made you cry. Why did he feel his heart shatter at the downtrodden look you gave him as you apologized and turned tail? He’ll admit that he shouldn’t have snapped, it was a lapse in judgment that he thought he had better control over. If he snapped that way at Kalim it would be over for him, but you weren’t Kalim or even a noble, so he shouldn’t care. Yet Jamil found himself missing your presence, your embarrassed look as he corrected your mistakes, missed the way you followed his instructions to learn how to properly clean clothes or cook, the way you smiled so brightly when you did something correctly…perhaps he liked you more than he initially realized. 

Vil Schoenheit — Fake Relationship

Vil Schoenheit was one of the top bachelors, and he was finding the title to be a chore to deal with. The media would constantly spectate on his love life (not that he really had one), and his fans kept going crazy about shipping him with other stars. It was taxing, and although he understood why his team wanted to keep him single, he wanted people to focus on his work more than his personal life. Although dating would bring a mirage of cameras, stories, and rumors, they would dissipate just as quickly and hopefully people would focus more on his movies than silly rumors. Which is where you come in. As his friend, he sought you out for the star role right by his side. He felt the most comfortable around you so why not? As he trained you on how to handle the media, as the fake dates started, and the fake love you both played so well continued, the lines started to blur. Soon, Vil found himself doting on you behind closed doors as well, taking care of you and longing to keep that beautiful smile on your face. How his heart fluttered when you’d congratulate him after a shoot, handing him a water bottle and doting on him as well. He had come to a realization not long after that he had fallen for you, and planned on turning your fake relationship into something real. 

Idia Shroud — Arranged Marriage

Arranged marriages weren’t common in the modern age. Yet you found yourself admitting to your peers that you were already engaged. What surprised them even more was just who you were engaged to. From a young age, your and Idia’s parents had set up the arrangement. Your family got more out of it than the Shroud’s, but they still found benefit in the set up. You had grown up with Idia, your parents finding it beneficial if you both got along. As you both grew up together, you had been through a lot. You were there for Idia when his younger brother died, and from then on you both had become inseparable. Although you despise your parents for selling you off from a young age, you could never hate Idia. The two of you would stay locked in his room, playing games, watching anime, waiting for merch release, you name it. Idia on the other hand had no idea what he’d do without you. He also loathes the idea of getting married for money or family ties, but he’s grateful it meant he met you…and he doesn’t despise the thought of becoming your husband, but he thinks you deserve better. The both of you were put in a shitty situation, but you both had ended up loving the other regardless. If only Idia could give you the happily ever after you truly deserved. 

Malleus Draconia — Reincarnated Lovers

Fae are known to live many lifetimes longer than humans. This is one of the many reasons why they tend to stay away from humans. To fall for a human is known as a tragedy for fae, as they will long outlive their partner. For Malleus, he didn’t hesitate to fall for such a strange, but lovely human. He knew the fae’s history well, but you were not like the humans from old tales he’d heard. You were simply lovely, and Malleus knew that you were the one. The only one he’d ever love. A shame, since your lifespan was so much shorter compared to his. When you passed, he fell into a depressive state, everything reminded him of you and he didn’t know what to do. He loved you so greatly, but you were no longer with him. That was until he spotted you again, you weren’t the same. Your favorites had changed, you looked slightly different, but your aura was still there. He had found you again, and again, and again. He would continue to find you until he turned to ash, and even then, in his next life, he knows he’d find you again. You were his one true love, and he was yours. Although it could still be seen as a tragedy, to watch the one you love die over and over again, Malleus wouldn’t change it for the world, because no matter what, he knows you’ll find each other again, because you were his and he was yours.

[vettelsvee]

EACH OTHER BEST KEPT SECRET | Sebastian Vettel

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sebastian vettel x carlos gf!reader

summary: seb's is feeling like shit and the only thing that will make him feel better is having a one night stand with carlos sainz's girlfriend

word count: 4328

warnings: cheating, y/n is carlos sainz's gf and seb is married to hanna (pls do not cheat to your partners!). smut (oral, both female and male receiving; fingering, p in v). curse words. slight degradation. narrated on seb's pov. use of y/n y/l/n.

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

Mick was by my side with a drink in his hand. He was constantly smiling despite getting a worse result, which only made me feel worse. I had dragged myself here so as not to look bad, and all I felt was that I was letting him down and had become more of a burden to him.

How could I enjoy this crappy party when all I wanted was this season to end when it just started?

"Do you really think bringing me here would help me?" I asked him as I waited for the seventh drink I thought I had taken. "I'm not in the mood, and I'm too old for this."

"I know you're not feeling well, Seb, but you need to disconnect a bit. Trust me, you will feel better.”

I reluctantly agreed.

I tried to smile at everyone who greeted or simply looked at me. I even tried to mingle among the bodies swaying back and forth, as drunk as I was, but it was impossible.

I was disappointed with myself. From being a threat on the track to seeming like a rookie.

"You don't look like a rookie, Seb. At least, not like me."

The voice of the recent Haas addition snapped me out of my thoughts. Had I said that out loud?

"Remember why you started all this, Seb," the boy continued. "The passion you have is still there. What's different are the results you're getting."

"Did I speak out loud?"

"This is the definitive sign for me to realize you’ve had enough alcohol today,” he pointed at my glass, filled to the brim with gin and tonic. "That's the last drink you're having. I don't want to drag you to your room. What would Hanna say if she saw you like this?"

She'd probably want me to have a good time, for sure.

"That I should stop drinking, or what?" I replied to Schumacher.

"Exactly. Don't let the pressure collapse you, Seb. You don't deserve that."

After talking a bit more about the disastrous first race of the year that we both had, Mick dragged me to the center of the dance floor. I refused several times at first, insisting that I wasn't one to let loose in front of others, but the boy was so enthusiastic, and I was so wasted, that I decided to go along with him and the atmosphere.

I moved not as timidly as I expected to the rhythm of the music, setting aside my worries and, above all, starting to care less and less about what would happen from now on with every drop of alcohol I ingested.

I noticed how suddenly Mick stopped. His gaze was fixed on a girl who passed next to us and who, undoubtedly, looked quite attractive, at least that's what the blond's looks confirmed. I also stopped my body's dance and turned to her, but it was quite difficult to recognize who she was among the crowd. Her dark green sequined dress and her raven hair, falling in waves over her back, were, at that moment, the only things that seemed to stand out from her in the dimness of the nightclub.

Who the hell was the girl who seemed to have caught my eye?

"Seb, are you coming?"

Mick's shouts over the music briefly made my eyes divert to him, then quickly return my attention to the stranger. She was now moving quite sensually with who knows who, somehow making me, Sebastian Vettel, married and a father, start to get excited.

"You go ahead, Mick. I'd rather stay here for a while."

My answer, barely audible, was a complete lie.

Of course, I wanted to go with him. What I didn't want was to once again succumb to temptation as I did with Astrid a few years ago.

"Wait, Mick!" I shouted, approaching the boy enough to grab him by the bottom of his shirt and pull him back to me. "Who is she?"

"Don't you know her? Seriously?"

I denied it too many times for him not to understand.

Did he really think that if I knew who she was, I would be asking him?

Mick, with a mischievous smile, finally understood that I was more confused than I would like.

"It's Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. An influencer. She makes TikTok videos and all that stuff," the blond whispered in my ear. "She's also Carlos's girlfriend, in case you're interested to know."

I tried to remember, but the drunkenness prevented me from recalling any kind of connection or image of that girl. Y/N Y/L/N, Carlos's girlfriend... Sainz? Of course, it had to be Sainz, there was no other Carlos on the grid... that I knew of.

"Oh, yeah, of course," I lied. The last thing I wanted was to admit that right now I didn't remember anything about that girl. "Carlos Sainz dad or son?" I added, then laughed.

Mick looked at me, raising an eyebrow. Clearly, my last comment didn't amuse him.

"You seriously don't remember her?"

"Well, I talk to too many people throughout the day, and I have more important things on my mind than that girl whose dress gives her a perfect ass, you know?" I tried to excuse myself.

"If you don't know her, as you say... Why don't you go and say hello? It never hurts to socialize, and maybe it'll help you forget all the birds you have flying around in your head," the boy insisted, ignoring my previous comments.

I felt a mix of shyness and concern invading me. If I approached the supposed girlfriend of Sainz, not only was I letting down my wife, but also a colleague. I didn't know who could be around here or what might happen if we were seen talking.

I was sure that if I approached her, there were two options: either I made her uncomfortable, or everything was misinterpreted, and we both got into trouble unintentionally.

"I don't want to overwhelm her, Mick," I replied. Right now, I couldn't think of coherent excuses, but any seemed good to me. "What would I say? 'Hello, Sebastian, how are you?' Come on Mick, we're not kids anymore."

Mick crossed his arms. His eyes revealed amusement, and there was no doubt he was enjoying this.

"Seb, you're at a party. Talking is what you do at a party, not talking about cars all the time, that's what briefings are for."

"But..."

"Stop being silly. Go and say hello. You'll see she doesn't bite."

I loved Mick Schumacher like a son and like a little brother, but moments like this were when we seemed like teenage brothers fighting over control of a video game.

"Fine, I'll go say hello," I finally relented.

"You won't regret it, you'll see."

I was sure I would regret it.

I was drunk, and I could barely remember my own name.

I wasn't sober, and I knew I was about to make another mistake, one I didn't know if I would regret as soon as I woke up.

I was Sebastian Vettel, and, of course, adrenaline and the forbidden attracted me.

I had done it once before, and everything had stayed between Astrid and me, so... why not do it again for a second time, and let everything stay between Y/N and me?

"This place is too packed."

Y/N turned around, our chests almost touching. I immediately lowered my gaze, and it was difficult for me to look away from her cleavage, quite revealing.

"I hope it is not full of idiots like you, Vettel. My face is up here, not between my tits."

Shit.

"Sorry," I said, rushing. Did I really have to screw it up now?

"Do you need something, Vettel?"

"Do you want to go out for some fresh air?" I asked without even thinking. "The music is too loud, so it's going to be hard for me to hear you."

Y/N seemed to consider it for a moment. Her expression betrayed indecision and, at the same time, I would dare say curiosity. After a brief silence that felt like an eternity, and where I was praying that she saw me with the same eyes as I saw her, she agreed.

We walked outside, she in front of me and me acting as if I were doing something completely normal. I sat on some steps far enough away so no one could see us; to my surprise, she sat next to me closer than I expected.

"Well, Vettel, what's the reason for wanting to talk to me so badly?" the young woman demanded to know.

I'd like to tell her that I'd like to fuck her tonight, but that wouldn't be very polite of me.

"Well... I don't know. I saw you and I said, 'Oh, it's Y/N, Carlos's girlfriend,'" I emphasized the last part to see if she reacted. There was no reaction on her part, so I counted it as a win. "I wanted to say hi."

"Did your nerves also wanted to say hi?"

I said nothing.

"From the little we've talked you seem like a nice guy, Sebastian," she continued speaking, calling me by my name for the first time. "But today it seems like you're especially quite interested in talking to me. Do you have something else to tell me, or is it just a feeling I have right now because I've been drinking?"

"Maybe."

I tried to keep my composure, but her getting even closer to me, and starting to caress me in a way that sent shivers down my spine, and leaving her hand on my thigh, too close to my member, made all the hair on my body stand on end.

She smiled, and then I knew I had achieved my goal.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private, Seb?" she whispered in my ear. Her index finger traced my arm, while her right hand began to undo a few buttons on my shirt. "It would be great if we continued this conversation without any chance of being interrupted."

"Do you think you're going to talk a lot tonight? The only thing coming out of your mouth is going to be you moaning my name, Y/N."

"Are you sure you're going to get what you might want, Mr. Vettel?"

God. I didn't expect her to play along, but now I was sure I was going to need more of that.

"Sure, as long as Carlos doesn't find out," I said, deep down, with concern.

"Well then, let's get out of here then, as long as Hanna doesn't find out..."

She nodded with a playful smile, and immediately, I forced myself to get up and find a taxi.

Of the thousands that seemed to be around, I decided to stop the only one that was moving towards us. When it stopped in front of us, I opened one of the back doors for Y/N and settled in next to her, putting on my sunglasses to avoid being recognized.

"To the Grove Hotel, please."

No need to say anything else because, in an instant, the driver set off.

As the vehicle moved through the night streets of Bahrain, Y/N and I seemed to become one. Her hands grabbed the collar of my shirt and she pressed her lips against mine. Even knowing that we were taking a risk, I decided to undo her seatbelt to position her on top of me, where I had much greater access to her entire body. The kisses became faster, more aggressive, and I felt my erection growing at a dizzying speed.

"Is your friend happy to see me, Sebastian?" the girl asked, rubbing herself slowly and torturously against my bulge.

"You'll see him as soon as we get to my room."

I couldn't say much more because my hands acted for me, grabbing her neck and starting to bite it, sucking, and surely leaving a few marks that I didn't give a shit if they showed. Her moans grew louder and louder, begging me for more.

We were lucky that our journey had ended because I was more than convinced that if we had continued like that, I would have fucked her right there.

We got out quickly, trying to act as if nothing had happened, but once we were in the elevator we acted the same way again. Torturing each other seemed to have become the main game of the night, caring less and less about being discovered. The forbidden seemed to excite us more, and I didn't blame the Spanish woman: after all, it was me who had started everything.

When we reached the door of my room I forced myself to stop kissing her. Y/N, however, stood behind me on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around my neck. I turned around and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me and searching her eyes to see if she wanted the same thing I did at that moment.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked in a soft, husky voice.

She nodded, and with a movement that seemed memorized, I swiped the card through the reader, opened the door, and forced her to step inside.

Once I made sure I had locked the door, I knew everything was done.

She wearing only her black lace underwear, threw herself into my arms to continue what she had been doing on our way here. I lifted her astride me, her legs around my waist, and leaned her back against the wall, continuing to kiss her fiercely while she finished unbuttoning my shirt, throwing it somewhere as soon as she finished her task.

"Y/N..."

"You're horny, aren't you, Sebastian?"

"If you know I am why the fuck do you ask?"

My reluctant comment made the young woman hit my ches. I knew she wanted to go down, so I let her down and, as soon as her feet touched the carpeted surface, she got on her knees and started to unfasten my belt, then the button of my pants before pulling them down.

She left a trail of kisses on the lower part of my stomach and on the beginning of my groin, playing at the same time with the elastic of my boxers and my member.

"Let's see what we have here..."

She pulled down my underwear in one swift motion, leaving my cock, fully erect, exposed.

Her right hand wrapped around it in an instant, moving it up and down too slowly for my liking. I began to sigh, but I refused to beg her to speed up, hoping she would realize it herself. Soon enough, her tongue started to lick my tip, and pre-cum appeared as if out of nowhere; before I knew it, she was sucking on it like a child with a lollipop.

"You look so good like this, Y/N. I know that having another man's cock in your mouth, not your boyfriend's, turns you on more than you might want to admit. You must be fucking wet..."

I couldn't say anything else, but my moans seemed to say it all. My hands were on her head, indirectly urging her to go faster because I was getting closer and closer to what I hoped would be the first orgasm of the night. She listened to me: at least that's what she seemed to understand when a much greater sense of pleasure invaded me as her tongue began to make circular movements on my glans while she continued to suck without stopping and masturbate the part that wouldn't fit.

I came in her mouth without warning, and she swallowed everything without a word, moving her tongue over her lips to finish taking the remnants.

She got up and the only thing I could do, almost powerless, was throw her onto the bed and position myself on top of her to undress her and finally make her mine.

After unhooking her bra and being just about to start taking care of her lower part, my cell phone began to ring.

"Damn it..."

"Pick it up, daddy," she demanded. "We don't want anyone to find out about our secret, do we?"

Having her beneath me, teasing me as if she were an innocent schoolgirl, when all she was doing was provoking me even more, got me even hornier.

I picked up the phone and saw who the call was from.

Hanna.

"It's my wife," was all I could say. The annoying ringtone kept on, but I didn't dare to answer the call.

"Why aren't you answering?" 

"I'm with you, darling. Let it wait."

"What if we do something better?"

The girl sat up a bit on the bed and moved to the edge of it. The call seemed to be continuing, and my unease grew. Did Hanna imagine what I was doing right now, like this, with Y/N? Did she even consider the possibility that I might be unfaithful?

"Sebastian," the girl spoke again, "eat me while you talk to your wife."

"What?"

"Don't you want to play?" she asked. Again, that playful tone that turned me on so much came from her lips. "Well, let's play, but let’s do it my way."

I hated being challenged, and it seemed she knew it perfectly well.

Great. Did she want to play? Well, she was going to get it.

I got on my knees, still holding the phone in my hand. Hanna had already hung up, but that didn't mean I couldn't do things properly.

I selected her contact and put the call on speaker, leaving the device on the bed. I grabbed Y/N by her thighs and dragged her a bit further onto the surface, aligning her pussy perfectly with my face.

I yanked her panties off and the girl let out a surprised scream that coincided with my wife answering the call.

"Seb, are you okay? Is something wrong?"

And indeed, something was wrong, but Hanna Vettel wasn't aware of it, nor could she be.

"Yes, yes..." I replied as calmly as I could while I began to play with a finger between the girl's folds, spreading her wetness all over her pussy to lubricate her well. "It's just that I had to come to the bathroom because it was too noisy, and,you know how people are... having sex in stalls where barely one person fits."

Taking advantage of the fact that now it was my wife's turn to talk, I began to entertain myself with the girl's clitoris, who was ending her moans by putting a hand over her mouth.

"Do you remember when we used to do it?" my wife exclaimed excitedly. "We should do it again next time I come to see you."

"Damn it, Seb!"

"Honey, did I hear someone say your name, or am I just imagining things? Please tell me I'm not going crazy."

Shit. Sticking two fingers inside Y/N without warning hadn't been a good idea.

"No, no, no! There's another guy here named Sebastian. He met a girl named... Y/N, and look, now he must be doing something good to her for the girl to have screamed," I lied the best I could.

"And you're doing it really well," Y/N whispered so that only I could hear. "No wonder Hanna wants to do it with you in some disco bathroom. Who wouldn't fuck you anywhere?"

I took the opportunity to spread her legs even further and sliding my tongue, flat, over her entrance, moving up slowly enough to make her desperate, all the way up to her clitoris. Her hand was on my hair, gripping it tightly so that I wouldn't stop; I quickly moved it away and nodded towards the phone, where Hanna was still on the line.

"When are you coming back, Seb?" my wife spoke again. "The girls are asking more and more about you, and I don't know what else to tell them to make them stop."

"Well..."

Shit. Y/N had to stop arching her back, tilting her head back, and massaging her right breast because all that did was let me know that she was about to come, and for now, I didn't want her to reach that point.

My goal at that moment was twofold: to prevent Hanna, my wife, from discovering what I was doing, and to prevent Y/N, who seemed to be my new lover, from coming, no matter that three of my fingers were entering and exiting her at the same time as the tip of my tongue moved quickly over her clitoris.

"Seb? Can you hear me? Do you have coverage?"

"Yes, yes!" I hoped I didn't have coverage. "Although it's getting worse every time I think.”

The Spanish girl was close, I could feel it in the contractions of her entrance around my fingers. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her even closer to me, if that was even possible. I placed my right hand on the lower part of her stomach, forcing her to stay still.

"Hey, Hanna, I'm going to hang up because I think my phone is running out of battery," I lied again. Now, my only goal was to eagerly lick my new girl, not to talk to the woman I had been sharing my life with for years. "How about we talk tomorrow? I'll call you before I'm at the airport."

"Sure, Seb. Take care and don't do anything crazy, okay? And take care of Mick too, I don't want him doing anything crazy either."

I didn't give her time to say anything else because I pressed the red button at the same time as I withdrew from Y/N.

"You're a son of a bitch, Sebastian Vettel," was all the young woman said. I knew she wanted to kill me at that moment for leaving her on the edge of ecstasy.

"You know as well as I do that you'll thank me soon when I make you mine. The next time you fuck Carlos you regret it’s not me making you feel wanting to be fucked like the slut you are."

I put on the condom as quickly as I could and forced her legs to wrap around my waist.

I entered her abruptly, and now I was convinced that her scream had gone beyond the four walls surrounding us.

"Oh God, Sebastian. Don't stop, please."

"I hadn't planned on it, angel," I replied as best I could. Pleasure had invaded me too quickly, and I was quite surprised.

Why was the forbidden so tempting?

Her back arched again as my thrusts increased in both speed and depth. Her legs seemed to give way because I knew it would be difficult for her to hold out without coming after having been so close before; I kept them on my waist with one of my hands, while the other began to rub her most sensitive spot relentlessly.

"Look at me."

My voice sounded too demanding, but I didn't care.

"Look at me right now, angel," I repeated after seeing that she hadn't listened to me.

I felt her walls surrounding my penis as if her insides were on fire. Her gaze tortured me; her teeth biting her lower lip made me want to put her in a thousand more positions, to keep going with her until we both died of pleasure.

My hips increased in speed when I felt the nervousness in the lower part of my stomach. Then, I forced her to lie down more to start kissing her neck desperately, licking and sucking her nipples, making her sighs increase and forcing me to forget all worries.

Was it the same person who just a few hours ago was crawling around the corners because she had stopped being who she was a few years ago?

If having sex with Y/N would make me forget everything, I was more than condemned to madness because that was what I intended to keep doing if she allowed me.

"Seb..." the girl gasped. I felt her nails digging into my back. The pain that on another occasion would have seemed unbearable was now giving me pleasure.

I was desperate to come. I felt like I was about to explode, but I controlled myself because I didn't want the night to end so soon.

My hands went from holding her lower extremities to massaging her breasts, so big they didn't fit in my hands. I forced myself to stop giving her hickeys on her neck to lift myself up a little and enjoy the sight in front of me. My cock entered and exited Y/N constantly, more regularly even though I couldn't take it anymore; her breasts moving so irregularly because self-control was impossible, and her hand massaging her clit forcefully to come once and for all was an absolute damnation.

"Sebastian!"

I watched her squint her eyes after her shout because she wanted to see herself reach what we both had longed for that night. I followed her with a guttural sound and my semen filling the condom as my hands gripped her hips for as long as I was coming.

I stayed inside her long enough to realize that it had been real.

Meanwhile, silence had taken over. The only thing that could be heard was our breaths, agitated and synchronized with the rhythm of our chests.

I ran two of my fingers over her entrance before lying down, and without me telling her anything, she took them in her mouth, savoring herself. She did the same when she kissed me again, now lying on top of me.

"I want to keep going like this, Sebastian," she whispered, kissing me again in between. "But neither Carlos nor Hanna can find out."

"That's fine with me, angel. From now on, we're both each other's best kept secret."

[the-riddlers-glasses]

big boob reader and eddie? like maybe they’re dating but eddie hasn’t seen reader topless yet and reader thinks eddie isn’t into boobs at all and feels kinda self-conscious about it. then she finally asks about it and turns out eddie loves boobs (maybe bc obv mommy issues) and smut ensues? would love if reader had their nips pierced but that’s very niche so i get it if that’s not something you would write. and i love your work and this is my first ever request so sorry if it’s not right :/

I Think You’ll Like This - The Riddler/Edward Nashton x Busty F!Reader

Word Count: 1007

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MNDI (mommy kink, slight dom!reader, breast fondling, nipple sucking, nipple piercings, boob obsession, handjob, titf*cking, climax denial, masturbation, praise, ejaculation on breasts, semen ingestion, oral, slight throatf*ck, swallowing)

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Eddie is an amazing partner, so supportive and caring. He always makes you feel beautiful, but there was one insecurity you weren’t ready to share with him - your large chest. You got nipple piercings in an attempt to gain more confidence in your boobs, and you liked them, but you weren’t sure how he’d feel about your boobs, especially with nipple piercings. Would he be into it? Or would it make him feel differently about you?

Cuddling with him on the couch one day, you begin thinking about it and mustering up the courage to mention it while you lay in his arms.

“Hey Eddie…” you whisper shyly.

“What is it sweetheart” he says placing a kiss on your head.

You turn your body to face him, placing yourself in his lap. His glasses crooked on his face, he looks adorable. You take a deep breath in and begin to speak.

“How do you feel about boobs, especially… bigger ones?” You say nervously

His cheeks turn pink and he looks terribly flustered all of a sudden. Oh no, have I made him uncomfortable? you thought to yourself and he quietly laughed through his apparent embarrassment. He collects himself and looks you in the eye.

“I… I mean, I like boobs. I think they’re very… they’re very hot” he stumbles out, looking a mess.

You feel a slight twinge beneath your lap and your face lights up, he likes boobs. You smirk slightly and ask another question.

“How about nipple piercings?” You say with confidence, but also caution.

He gulps and looks away, his face turning a deeper shade of red now. Oh he likes it you think to yourself, while watching him squirm.

“Yes.. yes I like that” he whispers, looking down at your chest not so subtly. You can feel him beneath you, getting harder by the second.

“Well I think you’ll like this then” you say with a smirk, as you begin lifting your shirt up.

You remove your shirt and sit in front of him in your bra, your big boobs spilling out of the cups slightly. His eyes widen as he examines your beautiful tits. His cock is pulsating against your thighs as you sit in his lap, showing him your chest. Before he can say anything else, you begin unhooking your bra and suggestively removing it from your body.

“Y/N… oh my god” he breathes out as he takes in your beauty, leaning closer to them, licking his lips, “May I?”

You nod and he places one of your boobs in his mouth, flicking his tongue around the piercing bar and sucking on your nipple. His free hand was fondling your other breast, as you decide to reach down to his aching cock and rub him through his pants, making him moan with a mouthful of boob.

“Mhhhhm yes please, m-mommy” he groans against your tit.

You remove your hand from his length and stand up in front of him. He looks up at your topless busty figure with desperation. You get down on your knees in front of him and begin unzipping his pants. You pull his rock hard cock from his pants and began stroking it. He whimpers in pleasure, before you abruptly stopp.

“Don’t stop… baby” he breathes out, throwing his head back.

“Mommy’s got a better idea” you grab your tits and push them together “Fuck them” you whisper.

His eyes widen and he positions himself between your boobs in no time. He starts pushing himself between your juicy tits and groaning through the pleasure. His cock reaches your face, so you position your mouth to tease the tip when he thrusts in. His thrusts became harder and faster, but before he could reach climax you let your boobs go and his cock fell out of their grip. He winced at the loss of contact.

“Please let me cum on your tits” he begs, breathing heavily.

You look into his desperate eyes “stroke your cock and tell me how much you like them” you whisper seductively.

He did as asked, stroking himself at a steady pace. He stared at your boobs, biting his lip to hold back his moans. He told you how much he loved them.

“Mhhhm they’re so hot” he breathes out huskily.

“I could suck and fuck them all day” he moans

“Those piercings… look amazing… on you baby” he whispers through strokes.

You begin fondling your boobs in front of him, causing him to speed up and buck his hips into his hands. He was going crazy for you.

“I’m.. going to… cum” he cried in pleasure.

You position yourself in front of his cock, and he cums all over your tits. You feel the hot jizz all over your chest, and decide to lick it off for him.

He was still hard, despite cumming so hard all over you. You bend down and grab his cock, placing the tip in your mouth. You run your tongue around it, making him shiver.

“Look at my tits bouncing while I suck you off” you whisper against his length.

He squirms underneath you as you slide him through your mouth and down your throat, bobbing your head up and down while your tongue massages his cock. You grabbed his hand and places it on your boob. He squeezes and fondles it while you devoured him. He moans and groans as he grabs your tits, slightly bucking his hips into your mouth to get deeper.

His moans get louder, and you feel his cock pulsating in your mouth. You keep a steady pace allowing him to climax.

“Ohh Mhmmmm, feels… so… good” he gasps while pushing himself in and out your throat.

You remove him from you mouth, and open it to show him the warm jizz that filled up your throat, before swallowing it for him.

You sit up closer toward him, and he grabs your boobs, admiring them intensely. He put his face between them and holds you close.

“Thank you mommy” he whispers.

[wixed]

Handle With Care

“Darling you sound absolutely divine.”  his hands grab to move your clothes out of the way best he can. Your eyes flutter open and you gaze into his, however when you meet his gaze your heart drops.

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Pairing: Astarion x Reader/You, GN Reader/You, Sex Ambiguous Reader

CW: Explicit content 18+, mutual masturbation, cum play, ingesting body fluids, dirty talk, talk of past trauma, talking through trauma responses, some angst, pwp, tav has anxiety and non-verbal shut downs.

Word Count: ~4500, two parter

Summary: You and Astarion have found a new rhythm since the defeat of the Nether Brain, living together and attempting something resembling normalcy. One night when he comes home feeling particularly riled up he attempts to initiate intimacy between the two of you. However, you notice he's mentally left, dissociated out of the moment and you decide to stop things. After a brief conflict that is quickly resolved you both decide to try something new to aid in the trauma response.

A tenday or two, possibly three or four came and went since you and your companions brought low the Nether Brain that threatened Baldur’s Gate. 'Perhaps the passage of time was best counted in months at this point' you think to yourself. Relative peace reigned over the city and lands beyond. You initially stayed in the ruined metropolis to help the rebuilding efforts. It wasn’t necessarily where you wanted to settle down, but it served as a decent home for now. 

You weren’t exactly sure where home was going to be, actually. You and Astarion had talked about theoretical futures together the night following the Brain’s defeat, theoretical being the keyword. All you knew for sure was that he was in it. For now that was good enough. No, it was more than enough, it was everything. He was everything. You didn’t notice the smile that crept upon your face while cleaning the remaining dishes from yesterday's dinner. Thoughts of Astarion could make even the most mundane tasks delightful.

“And just what, pray tell, has you smiling to yourself like that? Cleaning dirty cups surely can’t be that amusing”, your lover muses as his arms snake around your waist. Initially startled, your body tenses, but relaxes quickly when it recognizes his touch and scent.  You hadn’t even heard him enter your home, let alone heard him come up behind you. 

“You're particularly light on your feet today" you tease "and if you must know, I was thinking of you.” You turn your head to kiss his cheek as he nuzzles into your neck and hums a happy noise. You smile at the noise and his closeness. Your partner being so close reminded you of times past, when touch wasn't so easy for him. Your mind drifts to memories. 

When you first hugged him, you thought he’d shatter. The elf’s body was so stiff as you wrapped your arms gently around him. Eventually he returned the hug as you felt the first layers of ice start to melt around him. As the days would come to pass, so would more layers of the thick frozen facade that was the Astarion you first met. Those layers would melt away to reveal the man now happily hugging you. His voice cuts through your reminiscing, bringing you back to the present. 

“I couldn’t keep you out of my thoughts either, darling.” Another kiss to your neck punctuates his admission. "Hours feel like days without you." He presses his body up against yours. A shiver of goosebumps spread across your arms. You close your eyes, your cleaning paused as the moment consumes you. You give a quiet hum of satisfaction. His errands must have been very boring, or very frustrating, perhaps both if he was this worked up already. His hands move over yours, guiding them to the countertop before you. His lips brush against your ear. 

“Darling, put the cup down.” he quietly but firmly orders. Another shiver. Your fingers loosen their hold on the cup you had been cleaning. It makes a small splash as it falls back into the bucket of water. Your breath becomes shallow and sharp as his hands move to your waist again, this time grabbing and pulling, turning you to face him. Your eyes meet his, you could lose yourself in them, as if you’re being pulled down into a pool of crimson. He brings a hand up to caress your cheek. 

“There’s the face I longed to see. Longed to kiss.” His hushed voice has a rasp that sets your heart racing. Gods, you loved him. He ran his thumb over your lips, as if to prepare them for his. He leans in and presses his lips to yours, his hand gliding to cup the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair. His other hand still grabbing at your waist, moving to your hips, pulling you closer. Your hands were behind you, bracing yourself against the counter, your lover’s need catching you off guard.

Your lips part and you breathe out his name, he practically purrs as he goes for your neck again. Kissing under your chin, down your jaw, moving to the place he frequented for blood. He gave the scars he’d made there extra attention and care, licking over the puncture wounds. You feel a shudder move from your shoulders down to your knees at the lick. He must have felt your reaction too. 

“I love how you squirm for me.” He deftly guides you to the side of where you were standing before, nipping at your neck all while doing so. His hands grab your thighs as he lifts you up onto the counter. You close your eyes again, rolling your head back, enjoying the attention he’s lavishing upon you. You run your fingers through his soft hair, the silvery curls wrapping around your fingers, as if every part of him wanted to play with your body. 

His hands rub up and down your thighs until they find their way to the core of where heat is building inside you. His nimble fingers mixed with a kiss to your sensitive ears tease a moan from you. Humming happily at the noises you make for him, his fingers start to caress your most sensitive areas, rubbing and groping in ways that drive your senses wild. A shiver shoots up from the bottom of your spine to the base of your neck, gooseflesh rising across your skin in response. He smiles at the shiver, leaving your neck. 

“Darling you sound absolutely divine.”  his hands grab to move your clothes out of the way best he can. Your eyes flutter open and you gaze into his, however when you meet his gaze your heart drops.

You see more vermillion color in his eyes than you feel you should, his pupils aren’t dilated with lust or pleasure, his eyes seem dull and…empty. You realize what’s happening, it’s happened before. He’s gone somewhere else, to where you’re not sure, you just know he’s not really here with you. 

The two of you had talked about this before briefly. You’re aware of the reasons why, as is he. Trauma. It almost feels wrong to summarize it into one simple word. It’s both just as simple as that, and so much more complicated. He didn’t want to elucidate though, and you didn’t want to push. You lose track of time, losing yourself in your own thoughts until his hands begin to slip into your pants and make contact with you, skin to skin. A sharp inhale hisses through your teeth. He assumes it’s from the sudden proximity of his fingers and kisses down your neck to your collarbone. 

“As-Astarion…” you quietly plead his name. He’s told you before it’s fine, you know he wants you. This knowledge doesn’t soothe the ache in your heart or the pit in your stomach. You’ve never stopped him before, but you can’t keep going, not this time. It’s too painful. “Astarion stop.” your voice quivers, barely audible. Your lover didn’t hear your small plea. Your hands move to his chest gently pushing him from you. “Astarion, we need to stop”,  you more assuredly command.

His hands remove themselves from your clothing to hold your trembling hands, a look of concern washes over his face. “What is it, love? What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”  His eyes fill with worry and while you feel a pang of guilt you also feel relief that he’s returned to them. His question struck through your heart like a dagger, though. ‘No, you didn’t do anything, it’s not your fault, but we have to stop because of your trauma response.’ How would you even begin to bring it up without sounding cruel? 

“I…I’m fine. It’s just - I don’t know how to say it.” You feel your face start to flush with the heat of anxiety while the pit in your stomach grows and turns. He squeezes your hands in reassurance. “Whatever it is you can tell me, darling.” His voice soft and delicate. 

You swallow the lump forming in your throat and take a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “You left. You weren’t here with me.” 

His look of concern slowly shifts to that of confusion. “I’m sorry dear, I don’t follow. When was I not here?” You slip off the counter, standing in front of him, hands still pressed to his chest.

“Just now. When we were being…intimate. You went to that far away place. I-” a nervous hitch in your voice almost chokes you. “I couldn't keep going. I’m sorry. I can’t enjoy it when I know you’re not.” His face twists into an expression you can’t quite place. Somewhere between hurt, shame, and anger. 

“What ever are you on about? I initiated this, why would I not be enjoying it? You’re spending too much time in that pretty little head of yours, darling.” He attempts to candidly brush off the topic. He brings his hand up to your face and brushes your cheek disarmingly. You narrow your eyes in gentle resolve and shake your head. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m not mad about it, this isn’t meant as a punishment, I just… I can’t. I shouldn’t.” You know you’re not saying this right, there’s probably a dozen different ways to say this better, but your head is a fog and your chest feels like a storm’s swirling in it. 

He steps back from you dropping your hands as he throws up his. “I don’t understand, I’ve told you I want you, I want this. That I desire you.” he breathes out a sigh of frustration “Yes, sometimes I … do what you’re talking about, but I  promise you, I’m enjoying this.” The annoyance in his voice gave way to exasperated pain by the end of his words. He brushed his curls out of his face, moving his hand through his hair with another sigh. 

You were silent. The guilt you felt overwhelming every other emotion. You began to fidget with your fingers nervously. Words weren’t forming the way they should. You knew he wanted you to acknowledge what he’d said, yet all you could do was avert your eyes and shift uncomfortably.

“I’m not some fragile little babe that needs to be swaddled away from the world.” The frustration grows with a tone of pained anger. You want so badly to take it all back. A wish that you had just kept your mouth shut rockets to the forefront of your mind. 

Astarion gave a huff in irritation at your silence, turning away, ready to leave the conflict. You grab his hand before he could, eyes filling with tears at the touch. 

“I’m sorry…” you choke out, unable to control the quiver in your voice. He immediately softens. The shoulders he had squared up in response to the situation relax and drop. He once again lifts a hand to your face, wiping away the tears threatening to trail down them. 

“Oh love, don’t be sorry. I… I understand why you’re hesitant. Perhaps it will help if I explain things better.” He guides you by the hand to a loveseat in front of the hearth with a fire still crackling. He sat down next to you, his body turned to face you. He gently wipes away more tears as you attempt to compose yourself for what he has to say. 

“I appreciate you looking out for me. Truly. I often still forget that I have a person who loves me, scars and all.” he smiles softly, his round eyes lending a sense of safety and calm as they gaze into yours. 

“I’ve lost so much. So much of my life was taken from me; my freedom, my past, my body, the very breath from my lungs, all whisked away.” he gave a flourish of his hand to emphasize his words.  “Those 200 years of agony and torment made me believe I could never have any of it back.” He took both your hands in his and squeezed them, his thumb rubbing circles against your skin lovingly. “But then you showed me it was possible to take it back.”

You smile at his words. You felt so much love and pride for Astarion. He took ownership of his life back, and he chose to spend it with you. The thought made your heart swell. 

“While I’ve reclaimed some parts of my life, there’s still some things that feel …lost still.” His gaze travels down to the floor momentarily, he takes a deep breath and pushes on. “Ca-... He took so much from me. I don't want this, us, the intimacy we share to be added to the list.” 

Your brow furrows with concern and heartbroken sympathy. Your hand cups his cheek, your thumb gently wiping away a tear forming at the corner of his now wetted eyes. 

“I know it hasn’t been easy, that I still have a lot of …healing to do.” He pauses on the word like it pains him to admit he’s not finished with that part of his past. “I’ve already asked so much of you, my dear but can I be a bit selfish-” he momentarily pauses with a chuckle.”-can I be more selfish and ask you to be patient and trust me while I attempt to reclaim those parts of myself again?” 

You swear if your heart was any fuller it would burst there on the spot. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You cry softly into his neck and whisper through the tears “Of course, love. Always and forever, whatever you need.” You press a small chaste kiss to his lips. He pulls away from the kiss to pepper more on your cheek, nose, eyelids, forehead, wherever he can kiss before you laugh and rest your forehead against his. He breaks the blissful silence first.

“I love you.” Foreheads still pressed together, his words are accompanied by his hand stroking your hair, combing through it with gentle care.

“I love you, too.” You respond, closing your eyes, taking in the moment with every sense you could. Your lover suddenly but gently pulls you down onto him as he reclines back onto the couch. His arms wrapped so tightly around you there’s no chance of falling off the furniture you’re sharing. You smile and nuzzle into his chest. The two of you stay there, content to just exist in each other’s arms. Sharing space, time, love, sharing everything and anything the world had to offer. 

﹏﹏ Part 2 ﹏﹏

The night went on with a blanket of silent calm that eventually fell over the city. You and Astarion were still cuddled on the love seat, now casually sharing stories of your respective evenings after your very emotional not-quite conflict was resolved. Laughter and smiles fill the room as he complains about politics “The state of judiciary proceedings in this Gods forsaken city is as put together as a child’s left shoelace.”

“Why just the left?” you asked through laughter. 

“Tch, Please darling, everyone knows the left foot is always more out of step than the right.” he very matter-of-factly states with a wave of his hand as if the answer is obvious. 

“Oh, of course, my mistake.” You both chuckle and settle into another rapturous quiet as one hand plays with your hair while the other softly rubs your back. A happy sigh leaves your lips as you trace a finger along the intricate embroidery of his vest. Perhaps it’s because you’re so relaxed and euphoric that you don’t think about the next words out of your mouth.

“Do you ever pleasure yourself?”

His hands freeze as there is a long pause between your question and any other sound. You immediately get flush in the face and bury your head into his chest. He looks down at you with bemusement, eyebrows quirked as much as they possibly could be. 

“Excuse me, dear… Did you just ask if I” he clears his throat “-if I pleasure myself?” He can’t stop the amused confusion from coloring every word in his question.  You bury yourself further into his chest, hoping that would adequately hide you from his teasing.

“I...well, I was just thinking…” you manage to squeak out through muffled embarrassment. You hear him hum a noise that’s almost predatory, as if his mood made an immediate shift. 

“Mmm, thinking about my pleasure? Go on…” he moves his hands to continue rubbing your back, moving lower as he does. 

“Just answer the question, Astarion.” You could feel your pulse racing as the heat in your cheeks climbed to what you were sure was an impossible temperature for mortal cheeks to achieve. “Please.” You add to the end of your plea. 

He huffs at your refusal to indulge his flirtations, “Of course I’ve pleasured myself, darling. I haven’t felt the need to do so in a while, especially now that I have you. But I’ve ‘done the deed’ so to speak.” Hints of embarrassment were at the edges of his words. “What brought on this line of inquiry, dear?”

You find the strength to unbury your face and look up at him, his face wearing a soft smirk. “I was just thinking about earlier and what we talked about. It made me wonder if you ever…you know… go there when you touch yourself.” You try to delicately present the question while still trying to make it clear. He seems to understand as the smirk slowly turns to a pensive neutral expression.

“I…well… I don't…hmm.” He muses thoughtfully, “It’s different, I suppose. Whatever fear or self preservation induced anxiety that might seep in doesn’t stick.” His words find tentative purchase, as if he’s working through the reasons as he explains it out loud. 

Now it was your turn to be impishly suggestive. “I have an idea.” You prop yourself up, bracing yourself on either side of his shoulders, looking down at his very confused but entertained expression. 

“If you don’t get anxious when you pleasure yourself, maybe we can try using that. Sort of an in between step, something we can do …together.” He watches your lips intently as you continue to explain your brilliant idea. His hands move to your thighs and position you over him so you could feel how hard he was getting by just talking. Your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment as you enjoy the feel of him beneath you, you grind your hips ever so slightly against him in response. 

A low sigh of lust fueled longing left his lips as he came up to kiss you. You pull away to continue your thought. “We could make it into a game, a challenge if you will? We watch each other experience pleasure at our own hands.” you move your hips again, leaning down to whisper in his ear “But we can’t touch each other, only watching until we reach ecstasy together.” You kiss his neck and he writhes under you, being driven absolutely wild. 

“My sweet, I'm afraid if you don’t get off of me now, I won’t be able to keep my hands and other things to myself.” He gently thrusts upward so there’s no ambiguity as to what he means. You feel a sense of smug satisfaction as you smile and move to your shared bedroom, removing clothing until there was nothing but your small clothes remaining. He follows behind you, quickly removing his own clothing, the both of you leaving them wherever they lie on the floor. Too distracted and purpose driven to care about the trail of clothing from the love seat to the bedroom. 

You hop onto the bed, positioning yourself at one end. With hungry eyes you watch your lover climb up with you, taking in just how beautiful he was, how much just the sight of his body drove you to the edge of sanity in all the best ways. 

“This was your idea, dear. Why don’t you get started.” The demanding and suggestive tone made your most sensitive areas throb with yearning heat.

You were all too eager to do exactly as he commanded. You move your hand between your legs and begin to touch yourself through the flimsy cloth that still remains there. You’d never done a lot of dirty talk before, but the words fell from your mouth like water from an overfull spring “I want to see you enjoy your body, my love. To hear you moan and whine for me from just the touch of your own hands.” You keep your eyes on him, not wanting to miss a single second. “I need to see you lost in your own bliss.”

A desperate growl from the pale elf echoes in his throat. It turns into a snarl as he locks eyes with you. He removes himself from his remaining under clothes and takes himself in hand. An immediate deep sigh dances on his lips. 

“Fuck." You can't help the profanity as it leaves your mouth. You take him in with your eyes, his still focused on you with blown out lust filled pupils. You quicken the pace of your touch, teasing lewd moans from your own throat. 

"Darling, more…  touch yourself more.” He pumps his cock into his hand, beads of precum already blossoming at the tip. You see his gaze travel from your eyes down your body to where your hand is busy obliging his command. The sharp ridges of your teeth bite down on the soft flesh of your bottom lip. Throbs and pangs of pleasure beat at your core. It's building quickly as you shut your eyes. 

You suddenly feel a shift on the bed and flutter your eyes open as your lover attempts to crawl over you. He stops with one arm supporting his weight on one side of you, the other still gripping and slowly stroking up and down the length of him, hovering over you with a ravenous stare. 

"Ah ah love, no touching. You don’t want to lose our little game do you?” You wet your lips with your tongue as you chide him, close to drooling over the sight of Astarion above you. He gives a smile that shows his hunger for you, his fangs prominent and ready to bite down like you were prey. 

“I do so loathe losing.” He emphasizes the word ‘loathe’ and he gets close to your ear, his breath torturously brushing over your skin. You whimper at his obvious ploy to coax you into touching him first, thus losing the game. You respond by shuffling off the remainder of your underclothes, your nakedness sprawled beneath him, tempting his every urge and instinct.

“You are dastardly.” His hand quickens pace as he strokes his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive tip, gathering the building slick and swiping it down his shaft. He focuses on your face, taking in every twist and twitch of ecstasy that courses through you. You find a rush of excitement flood your cheeks with crimson at the intensity of his stare. Your fingers stroke yourself feverishly, desperately. 

Suddenly a warm wet sensation hits your pelvis. You take the moment to swipe the precum that spilled onto you with a finger from your free hand. You bring it to your mouth and smirk “Careful, love, you’re getting sloppy.” you go to lick the delicious juice from your fingertip when he growls out a low moan. 

“Don’t you dare, you torturous minx.” There was a hitch in his voice as he kept up his pace. He started to buck his hips as he continued to fuck his own hand. His body yearning for more, but his pride not wanting to lose this competition between the two of you. 

You couldn’t help the devious smile that crawled across your face. “Oh… I think I shall dare.” The tip of your tongue flicked across your finger, lapping up the juices he so carelessly dripped onto you. You sucked on your finger, not wanting to waste a single taste. You imagine wrapping your lips around his cock as you close your eyes and push your finger further into your mouth. 

“By the hells, darling…oh fff-fuck.” Astarion was losing himself in the sight of you. His body twitching as the stroking of his cock grew more vigorous and needy. He was close, and so were you. You used your saliva covered fingers to further lubricate yourself as you switched hands, your own hips canting upwards with every stroke. 

“That’s it love, come for me, p-please.” You beg for his pleasure getting lost in your own. Your head wants to throw itself back but you refuse to miss a single second of Astarion’s ecstasy. 

Your lover shuts his eyes as he quickly strokes himself, cries of pleasure escaping his lips. You feel his thighs shake as the pleasure builds in him, and with a final hard pump down his length he’s spilling his orgasm onto your naked torso. The feel and sight of his climax causes yours to crest over the edge and you cry out with him. You grip the sheets at your side with your free hand, your hips keening under him, begging for his body. 

Silence fills the room as you both heave quick sharp breaths. He finally takes a deep heavy inhale and brings his head down to yours, foreheads touching. Something far too sweet and tender for the lewd acts you both just partook of. 

“D-darling, th-that was…” he stutters on the words completely blissed out. He seems too taken with pleasure to continue his thought so you simply meet his lips with a kiss. 

“Yes, it was.” You complete for him, causing him to chuckle. He rolls to your side laying on his back, closing his eyes still taking in the delicious ambrosia. You move a finger to circle the cum still on your chest and belly. You hum a delighted noise as you bring it to your mouth and on suck your finger. 

“Darling, if you’re doing what I think you’re doing, you will have to prepare for round two.” He opens his eyes and turns his head to intently look upon you, lust and hunger building in him again. “And I’m not playing any games this time.” 

You coyly lick your lips and go back to collect more of his seed. 

Moving with what seemed like supernatural speed, he was on top of you, pinning your arms above your head. 

“I warned you, you deviant little thing.” He purrs with a grin. His lips press to yours in a greedy kiss, his tongue trying to find yours, passion and need taking over every part of his mind, body, and soul. 

As you begin to take of each other for a second time you have the thought that you should definitely do this again. 

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A/N: First fic, I'm so nervous but the community on this site has bolstered my confidence enough to post this. Would love feedback. I've never written smut before, but really wanted to try it out. I wanted to try the challenge of not just gender neutral, but also leaving the biological sex parts as ambiguous as I could and the focus be on Astarion and his pleasure, as he deserves. Hope you Enjoy! (Thanks to @taradekarios for use of the gif edit)

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Always Just One More

Thor x plus size reader

Thor is insatiable for you and being in public won’t stop him

Warnings: smut, fingering, overstimulation, exhibitionism, sex (kind of) in a public place, Natasha knows all, references to oral and sex toys

WC: 636

Minors DNI

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Thor loved to give you orgasms. It was his favourite pastime besides playing video games. Eating you out, fucking you, controlling a vibrator or dildo he slipped into you, all of it was great to him! He was hypnotised by the way your eyebrows would scrunch as you drew closer to your end, how your breathing changed and how your already tantalising scent got even sweeter.

But by far his favourite way of making you cum was with his fingers. He could watch as you were pinned to the bed or the couch or the kitchen counter (anywhere really) and be forced to take his thick fingers assaulting that little spot inside of you that made your bones go to jelly. It was a massive ego boost to have you fall apart on just one of his fingers. And he especially loved walking around for the rest of the day with your scent soaked into the rough skin of his hands.

But his most cherished part of having you like this was that he could do it in public.

The bar was just crowded enough that no one was bothered by the fact that you were sitting on his wide lap, the large skirt of your 50’s-style dress fanned out over his thighs. Everyone’s eyes were hazy with the copious amounts of alcohol they had ingested in the hour they had been there. Even the self-righteous Steve was flushed to the tips of his ears.

Thor’s lips were pressed to the side of your head and to anyone else, this would have looked like a loving gesture between partners but dear god you knew better. Beneath your skirts, his huge palms kept your plump legs spread as his fingers toyed with your clit, your ruined panties tucked safely in his pocket . 

“Come on, just one more. One more and then we’re done.” That was a damn lie. He had said that two orgasms ago when your brain could actually form somewhat coherent thoughts. His black jeans were stained even darker with your wetness and his throbbing bulge was pressed tightly to your outer thigh. 

The noise of your companions and the other patrons of the club faded to a dull white noise as your ears began to ring. Thor held you tighter to him as you squirmed.

You whined pitifully as his fingers dipped down to your entrance, scooping up remnants of your release to push back inside of you. Your hips rolled down into his hand despite the burn of overstimulation that radiated from your core. A chuckle rumbled through his broad chest and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl. Cum one more time and then I’ll take you home and ravish you.” For a brief moment, you came back to your senses, just in time to see Natasha’s green eyes trained on you, a wicked smirk upon her lips. But before you could warn your beau or even make a sound, your fifth release of the night washed over you and you went boneless in Thor’s arms.

“Hey Point Break!” Tony called over the din, his voice slurred, “Think you need to take Ms Daisy home!” The others groaned at the dumb nicknames but the god smiled.

“I think you are right!” He seized onto the suggestion, “Come on my love, we should get you into bed.” Some of the others gave a whoop. He gently lowered you to the floor, your heels barely touching the sticky wood before an arm wrapped around your thick waist, keeping you upright as your knees buckled.

“Take good care of our girl!” Natasha called out as you were being led away and Thor looked back over his shoulder, throwing her a wink.

“I always do!”

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My Sweet Dove: Chapter 1

Pairing: Larissa Weems x (Fem! Vampire)Reader

Summary: You're the only vampire in existence that is basically immune to Nightshade Poison. When your supposed soulmate is injected with such, you go feral.

Warnings: WEDNESDAY SERIES SPOILERS, Angsty Ending

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Theme: Feed the Beast - A R I Z O N A

A/n: Cool, so it isn't just me simping over Gwendoline Christie in the new Wednesday series, and the type of Vampire Y/n is the Vampires from Twilight.

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You developed a rare genetic all vampires thought weren't able to develop.

To further explain: Your saliva has developed an immunity to Nightshade Poison. You can only ingest a very small amount of the poison. So if someone were to be injected with such poison, you'd have to 're-puncture' the injection point with one of your fangs in order for the extraction to work properly and thats when your protective saliva kicks in.

"It's gross," You joke

"Sounds cooler than being a shapeshifter," Larissa says

"Yeah, says the one who shifted into Judy Garland in the talent show," You laugh

+*+

You graduated in 1991; alongside Morticia Addams (Neé Frump), and Larissa Weems. It would make sense for people to fawn over Morticia. She was absolutely gorgeous. But, you fell for the shapeshifter.

"I don't know what to do Morticia," You sigh to your botany class partner, "I like her but... How do I ask her to the Rave'N?"

"Simply... Ask," She answers

"Easy for you to say," You groan, "You and Gomez are basically attached at the hip. Like, you two just 'clicked'..."

“It won’t hurt to ask,” Morticia says, “The worst case scenario is that she’ll say no. Besides, I think it’d cheer her up.”

“Why me of all people?” You ask

“Each year I’ve never seen you at the Rave’N Y/n,” She says, “I want you to at least go to our final one before we graduate.”

“And if I don’t?” You ask

“I will find you every chance I get and scold you about it for the rest of your life,” She says

“Gosh fine Morticia,” You sigh in annoyance

+*+

You enter the Rave'N, watching everyone have the time of their life. You were never one for celebrations. You'd rather just stick to your room and wallow in your own self-life-questions.

"My my Y/n Y/l/n sure knows how to spiffy herself up," Morticia comes up to you

A man coddles up to her side.

"Gomez Addams right?" You ask, "Morticia talks nonstop about you."

You give him a firm handshake. But, no surprise they walk off to have whatever moment they were going to have.

Back to the awkward standing in a corner...

"Y/l/n," A voice calls to you

"Larissa," You nearly jump

"Since when were you one for celebrations?" She asks

"Trust me, I'm not," You couldn't help but smile, "Morticia would scold me for the rest of my life if I didn't attend at least one. So, who's the lucky person accompanying you tonight my lady?"

"Over with Morticia Frump I'm afraid," She sighs as she sees the two lovebirds in very close proximity to one another

"Hmmm," You sigh

An awkward silence stands between the both of you as the DJ throws in their questionable music to give the students something to dance to.

“Care to dance my Sweet Dove?” You turn to her

“When will you ever not use that nickname?” Larissa sighs in annoyance 

“Until I’m dead,” You chuckle, “Now, yes or no to a dance?”

*Larissa’s POV* She turns to you as a hand; glistening in the lighting. You saw how well she tried to keep her face away from looking into yours, knowing that is how she shows her fear of rejection. And yet... Here she was before you, jumping her chance.

“One dance Y/n,” You answer

*Y/n’s POV* You look up when you felt a hand take your outreached one. You wish you could feel the heat in your cheeks again, because you definitely felt something spark your interest.

“Come on you couples let's slow it down a bit,” The DJ announces, playing a slower than usual song

“Don’t get any cheeky ideas Y/n,” Larissa says

“I have no clue what you are talking about,” You lie

The awkward gap between the both of you was uncomfortable. You wanted to pull her closer but you weren’t able to find it within yourself to do it yourself. 

“Oh!” Larissa gasps, falling into you

You look past Larissa’s shoulder and you see Morticia and Gomez, Morticia giving you a subtle wink as Gomez twirls her out of sight.

“You okay?” You ask

She nods as she adjusts herself back into your embrace. You were expecting her to pull away but she doesn’t.

+*+

You weren’t necessarily faculty, but Larissa Weems had hired you to keep an eye on Wednesday Addams. 

“You were close to Morticia,” She says

“And here I thought you called me to be here because you missed me,” You chuckle, “Besides, Morticia and I have not spoken for a very long time. I wasn’t even there for when she had her kids.”

“You’re the most observant person I’ve come to know,” She says, “I also... Need extra hands for this years’ Rave’N.”

“What unforgiving theme have you agreed upon this time?” You lay back into the chair

“All white,” She says

You nearly gag in your mouth. 

“At least make something that every single kid would be interested in,” You sigh

“Our students? Or you?” She asks

“Got me there,” You chuckle, “But, you do know that I don’t wear bright colors.”

You stand from the chair and begin the process of turning to retreat too your own room for the rest of the day to get yourself settled.

“And for the record Y/l/n,” She begins, “I have missed you. Terribly.”

“What’s your plan for the future?” You turn to Larissa

It was post-graduation and the both of you decided that you’d share one last night together before departing back home. 

“I don't know...” She says, “But one thing’s for sure...”

“And what’s that?” You ask

“That I’m going to miss you,” She says

“What about me that you’ll miss?” You chuckle, “Not like I’m going to go move anywhere.”

“Everything,” She says

You chuckle, “I wanna say that ‘Everything’ is not actually true.”

“It is,” She says, “Don’t believe me?”

“My Sweet Dove,” You turn to her, “That is not at all of what I’m saying. Should you need me at your side I will be there. Doesn’t matter how far away I just so happen to be.”

+*+

One day before the Rave’N. Weems didn't really give you a handful of tasks. So you went about the town; hoping to find the perfect outfit. 

“You’re not one to make the extra mile,” Kinbott explains

You and her were sitting at the Weathervane. You weren’t particularly close to Kinbott, but you did have a few therapy sessions with her about your entire relationship with Larissa Weems.

“Well, I had no luck finding a nice outfit for the dance,” You sigh in frustration

“What did you wear for the last one you attended?” She asks

“Simple black outfit with a gothic jacket,” You say, “Not that it’ll fit me anymore.” 

“I hear the theme is all white,” She says, “But, I do know that you aren’t one for bright colors.”

“Yeah... I’m not,” You sigh

“You’re like Wednesday,” She says, “Maybe you can just find what you're comfortable in. It’ll definitely turn a certain head.”

You roll your eyes at the therapist. She has been made aware of your feelings towards the former student and the blooming feelings you had harbored.

“Doctor, aren’t you supposed to be acting a professional when we talk about my relationship issues?” You ask

“I’m not on the clock, and these aren’t our usual meeting times,” she counter-argues

“Fair enough,” You say

+*+

“Principal Larissa Weems,” You saunter your way over to her side, “Fancy seeing you here at a Rave’N after all these years.”

*Larissa’s POV* When you hear your name, you turn to the person greeting you. Black dress shirt and pants, and silver suspenders. Despite that it was simple, you appreciated how it hugged her figure in every right way possible. 

“Can’t let these kids go unsupervised,” You sigh, tearing your eyes away from the sight of Y/n’s figure, “And, Miss Y/l/n, I strongly encourage you to never refer to me by my first name.”

“Now would you prefer it to be my little nickname for you? My Sweet Dove?” A smirk swipes across her face

You turn to her; your heart nearly sinking.

God I love that nickname...

But you also couldn’t show any emotion towards it. It was merely years ago, a young, outdated nickname she made up for you. Plus, you didn’t want any of the students knowing. 

*Y/n’s POV* You could hear the muscles in her face tense as she grits her teeth against one another.

“You tell any other faculty or the students about that-”

“Relax Weems,” You sigh, chuckling, “I haven’t told a single soul. Besides, it’s more fun if I alone tease you about it.”

“Here's to an unforgettable night,” Thornhill comes between the both of you

“Oh, be careful what you wish for Ms. Thornhill,” Weems says

“Weren’t you two Nevermore students once?” She asks, “Don’t you remember the fun times?”

“All I remember was disappointment,” Weems explains, “The boy I asked turned me down for another girl...”

“I was never one for these functions,” You explain, “Speaking of which, this enclosed space is making everything unbreathable, If either of you need me, I’m going to be outside...”

You turn your back to the function and begin walking against the current of entering students to take a step out into the fresh, crisp, cold air.

Well, it wasn’t all that bad...

After the song ended, the upbeat music began playing once more. However, you and Larissa remained in each others’ grasp.

“Come to my room tonight?” She requests

“Of course,” You smile, “I do have to run back to my dorm though. I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay, see you soon,” She smiles

She leans forward and kisses your cheek as she begins walking away.

Hmmm...

You turn your heel and briskly walk back into the ballroom as you begin searching for the principal. Easily enough, you spot her towering over most of the students. You weave through the students as Larissa’s figure began growing in your sights. 

“Y/n what are you?-”

She stops mid-sentence as she watches you take her hand into yours. You look up at her as she looks down at you.

“Care to dance My-?” 

Sweet Dove.

You nearly slipped as her nickname nearly rolled out of your mouth like blood. You knew some eyes were upon you and the principal. However, everyone was cheering in encouragement towards their headmistress.

“One dance Y/n,” She relents

The students cheer as she takes a grasp of your hand and you begin leading her to the dance floor. To the upbeat music; your hand never left hers once. For once, you didn’t think about the expectations as a person who is semi-working for Nevermore Academy, but it took you back to your own time as a student, sharing one dance with Larissa Weems. 

Despite you were a sparkling vampire, you still possessed stamina and you also needed a minute to get away from the swarming bodies, but Larissa remained with her students until the song ended.

“I forgot what being on the dance floor felt like,” Weems sighs as she picks up a glass of punch

“You... Still go it,” You chuckle 

“I need to ask you something Y/l/n,” She says

“Shoot,” You say, sipping the red punch

“I recently remembered that Morticia had spoken to someone about someone asking me to a Rave’N,” She begins explaining, “But, I ended up not getting asked at all... Was that going to be you to ask me?”

You open your mouth to speak however, you felt something fall onto your head. You look up and see red spewing from the indoor sprinkler system. You opened your mouth to gasp but some of the red substance had landed into your mouth. you begin choking on the inedible substance as you try to breathe, your nose suddenly felt like it was on fire.

“It’s paint!” You try to plug your nose

+*+

Thanks to the Jericho kids for sabotaging the Rave’N, the paint fumes ruined your sense of smell... 

“How’s your nose Y/l/n?” Larissa asks

“I can still smell the paint fumes,” You sigh, “But, it’s not as bad as when it happened though.”

“Fortunately the Noble is punishing the students responsible, Lucas will do community service here at the school,” She explains

“Better than a normie getting ripped to shreds by werewolves I guess,” You say

Unlike some of the vampires you have met, you had heightened senses; sight, smell and hearing most of all. 

“Here,” Larissa comes over

As soon as you turn to whatever Larissa had for you, your nose made contact with her concealed clavicle. You yelp and fall back first right onto the floor like a tree getting cut down like a lumberjack.

“The HELL was that?!” You groan

“Just wanted to see how you’d react,” She smiles slightly, “You certainly didn’t change.”

“God I cannot STAND these stoner gorgons...” You groan

“You okay?” Larissa asks 

“Sorry, my sense of smell is very sensitive,” You say, “I have to go...”

“Miss Y/l/n,” Wednesday comes in

“Yes Wednesday?” You ask, turning away from Weems, trying to be inconspicuous 

“I need you to help me with something,” She says

“Sure,” You say

You follow Wednesday out of the office.

“Don’t be long,” Weems calls out to you

Your eyes widen as you shut the door behind you.

“Do I even want to know what all of that was?” Wednesday asks you

“Don’t worry about it,” You immediately brush past her, “Now what was it that you needed my help with?”

“How about we finally catch the Hyde?” She asks

“I thought... That was Xaiver?” You ask

“Tyler used me to frame him,” She says, “Tyler and I kissed and it showed me everything.”

+*+

“Whoa whoa whoa Wednesday what are you planning?!” You ask

“This isn’t what we signed up for,” Bianca adds

“Guys... Enid just texted... Thornhill’s suspicious,” Ajax adds

“Wednesday, if you say we have our Hyde, lets go to Weems,” You suggest, “You don’t need anymore of this attention upon yourself...”

“Then leave, Weems won’t help,” She says

Before you and the others could protest to Wednesday, she pulls out a taser from her back pocket and immediately puts it to Tyler’s neck. 

“That’s it, I’m out!” Yoko announces

The other students begin shuffling out after them. However, you were the only one who remained behind.

“One last chance to leave Y/l/n,” Wednesday says 

“Wednesday,” You say, calmly, “I believe you, your visions... I know they don’t lie to you. But, this isn’t the way to go about this...”

“Wednesday... Please... Listen to her,” Tyler pleads

“I don’t need your affirmation Galpin...” You growl, “Wednesday, if you love it here so much, don’t ruin it. You and I can figure something out.”

*Wednesday’s POV* For a moment... You actually contemplated on listening to her... If anything, you found her so much like you. Albeit that she is a vampire and that she was your mothers’ best friend.

“Let’s test your reflexes now shall we?” You ask Tyler

*Y/n’s POV* You watch as Wednesday pulls out a hammer; hearing Tylers’ shakes rattle through down to your eardrums. You were about to pull her back but you hear the door slam open.

“Hands up you two!!” Sheriff Galpin yells

You immediately throw yours up.

“Drop the hammer!” He tells Wednesday 

+*+

“I know who the Hyde is Principal Weems,” Wednesday begins trying to tell the case, “It’s Tyler. He confessed everything to me.”

You listen to the conversation between Weems and Wednesday after Wednesday basically was about to commit torture on a ‘normie’. 

“Weems, with all due respect, given the circumstances-”

“Not a peep out of you Y/l/n!” She raises her voice

You shut your mouth as you take a step back.

“I wish I could believe you,” Larissa says, coldly

“Then give me more time, and then I can prove that they are Hydes,” Wednesday begs

“You’ve run out of time Miss Addams,” She says, “Pack your steamer trunks, we will have them shipped...”

Your head shoots to Larissa... Looking at her in disbelief.

“You will be on the first train back tomorrow afternoon,” She continues, “I’m sorry 

As soon as Wednesday shuts the door behind her, your foot pivots to face the principal.

“You were too hard on her,” You say

“I beg your pardon?” She asks

She slowly stands up from her chair on the other side of the desk.

“You were too hard on Wednesday,” You firmly state, “She knows her visions don’t lie to her. Yes, I agree that her not coming to neither you and taking matters into her own hands was a questionable move but you could have given her the option of expulsion or have me work closely with her. You know I’m the most observant person in all of the Outcast community!”

“Now tell me what would make you the best fit for it?” She asks, “These last several months you have been turning the other way when you would see Miss Addams make a bold move that would jeopardize her standing in this school.”

“You were the one who assigned me to watch Miss Addams closely,” You say, “You never stated that I had to report to you and you alone. That was Dr. Kinbotts job.”

“Dr. Kinbott was here solely because the court had ordered for her to attend therapy,” Weems explains, “Where you on the other hand-”

“I was just an extra so you could deal with... Whatever it is a headmistress would need to do,” You sigh in frustration, “As someone who really goes about saying she does everything she can to keep every student in this school safe... I don’t think you really live up to that say-”

“Do you wish to join Miss Addams in expulsion Ms. Y/l/n?!” She raises her voice

 You knew you wanted to open your mouth to continue, but nothing came out.

“Get out of my sight,” She says, with a slight growl at the end

You pivot your foot once more and make haste to exit the headmistress’ office.

“You are incompetent,” She adds, “A stone around my neck.”

You loudly shut the door behind you, causing the students to jump in a panic. You take a moment to try and compose yourself. But the last thing that Weems had said to you... Prevented that. Not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself, you immediately retreat to your quarters.

Chapter 2

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A competitive athlete must walk the line between mental and physical discipline, maintaining both in a way that allows them full control over themselves and the ability to use their own body as a tool. The body is not just a vessel for the person within, but a partner the athlete must work with and against to achieve what they need to. And Yuuri Katsuki feels this dissonance strongly, I am sure of it.

Anxiety alone impedes his ability to have full control over himself. It is irrational and sometimes impossible to predict. It eats up your life in the worst ways, forcing you to doubt yourself and your abilities in a way that is especially damning for someone that needs to have faith in themself to perform well. When you should be focused on conditioning, throwing everything you have at your body and ensuring it comes out the other side stronger and more capable, you are instead locked in your own brain.

Yuuri gains weight easily. He has to be constantly vigilant with his diet, careful about what he ingests and aware of its impact on his body. When I tell you that athletes, especially top athletes like Yuuri, are eating near-constantly, I mean it. To be in a never-ending war with your weight and muscle tone is not only mentally exhausting, but incredibly difficult to manage when you are training. Most people I know (myself included) developed very fast metabolisms, but those who did not (Yuuri) struggled terribly to keep up with their bodies demands.

Yuuri must fully master the physical side of skating to accomplish what he wants to. And in some ways, I think that makes Eros an even more compelling program. I often view it as a dance between Yuuri and Viktor, the sort of back-and-forth Viktor won’t stop pushing for and Yuuri hesitates to engage in, but it is just as important that it represents a battle Yuuri fights internally. Katsudon is his initial muse; the thing that makes him lose control. Food has been a consistent issue for him throughout his athletic career, something he must conquer if he wants to move forward. Eros is about temptation and seduction, his chance to fully understand his body and its demands. The lack of harmony between Yuuri’s body and mind has plagued him, and this routine is his opportunity to face it head on and emerge with the knowledge he needs to persevere.

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hi, idk if requests are open but if so..

can you please write deacon x reader when during a case his wife saves a man’s life. the next day, the guy goes to the station with flowers to thank her and asks her out and deacon gets jealous!

Yes! I love getting them!

Enjoy! ❤️

Deacon’s station had been temporarily relocated next to yours while their headquarters were being remodeled. A firehouse, EMS station, and police headquarters all on the same block? It kept the banter between your first responder branches alive. You all spent your free time hanging out, training together, and cooking good meals to be eaten in between calls. You and your partner had just sat down with 20-David and the fire crew on for the shift when you were dispatched to a difficulty breathing call.

“Love you, Babe.” Deacon said as he chewed his mouth full of food.

“Love you too.” You responded. You had to be mindful not to kiss him or have any public displays of affection while you were on shift together. That was a BIG no no and would undoubtedly result in one of you two being moved stations. Despite being restricted on affection for 24 hours, you enjoyed sharing a station with your husband.

The rest of the house told you and your partner to be safe as you left to run the call.

You arrived on scene to find a 40 year old male having an anaphylactic reaction to some peanuts he unknowingly ingested while having a severe peanut allergy. He had given himself his epi per a friend on scene, but with no relief.

You immediately administered a second dose of epi, followed by 25 mg of benadryl, as well as a nebulizer breathing treatment. You and your partner were able to get him onto the stretcher and loaded into your ambulance where you got an IV and continued treating him on your way to the hospital. You had to admit, he was a stubborn one - as you would say. You threw the entire anaphylactic protocol at him down to intravenous epi and there still wasn’t a ton of improvement. Regardless, he wasn’t any worse by the time you dropped him off at the hospital.

You returned to service once you made it back to the station to restock. You told Deacon and Luca about the call. You were always excited to get to run good calls where you were able to use your full skill set as a paramedic. Deacon adored listening to you talk about good calls. He loved watching the spark in your eye when you talked about getting to help people and use the skills you trained hard to develop.

Deacon stood at the back doors of your ambulance while you put your supplies away.

“You are so beautiful, you know that, right?”

You looked up from your medication bag and smiled at him.

“You’re not half bad yourself, Kay.”

Your husband chuckled.

“I love getting to see you work and I love hearing you talk about getting to do your job.”

“Well, baby, you know I love what I do.”

A week later, you both were on shift together again. You were checking off your ambulance that morning while the firemen checked off their trucks and SWAT checked their gear.

You and your partner were lost in conversation together about a recent call you ran when you overheard someone asking a fireman for Paramedic Kay - you. The engineer walked the man over to you and you immediately recognized him as the anaphylactic patient you had cared for earlier in the week.

A man walking into the bays carrying an impressive bouquet of flowers caught Deacon’s eye - even more so when he heard the man ask for his wife.

“Who the hell is that?” Luca asked his teammate.

“We’re about to find out.” Deacon said, making a bee-line for your ambulance.

“These are beautiful. Thank you.” You thanked the man, taking the flowers from him as you smiled.

Your husband caught your eye as he approached the side door of your ambulance and stepped inside.

“As a thank you for saving my life, I would love to take you out to dinner one night, that is, if you would please go out with me?” The man asked.

Deacon was standing next to you as you sat in the captain’s seat in the back of the truck. You heard a low growl escape his throat.

“I thank you for your kindness and consideration, but I was simply doing my job. I love what I do, so I’m pretty good at it. However, I am married to a wonderful man.”

Deacon smirked to himself, “And even if I wasn’t married, there is a strict no-no on dating patients.”

Deacon looked at the man and noted he was visibly disappointed.

“There’s nothing I can say to change your mind?” The man asked.

As professional as you were trying to remain, your kindness was quickly wearing thin when the man asked you again after you had revealed to him you were married, but Deacon didn’t leave you time to respond.

“Brother, I believe she told you that she was married.”

Your patient became obviously disgruntled.

“Marriages don’t mean much now-a-days.”

You could tell that struck a nerve with your husband. His posture became more upright and he held his hand out towards the man, expecting a handshake. You kept silent to watch the scene unfold. You noticed Luca had approached the back doors of the ambulance as well.

“My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself to you,” Deacon began, “I’m SWAT Sergeant David Kay. Paramedic Kay is my wife.”

The man stuttered and turned around to leave without responding or shaking your husband’s hand.

“Don’t forget. Keep your epi pen somewhere that’s room temperature and replace them when they expire!” Your partner reminded the man as he walked off.

Once the man was out of earshot, you could no longer contain your laugher.

“Really?” You said, laughing at your partner.

Your partner shrugged.

“Fucker.” You heard Deacon mumble.

When you arrived home the next morning with your husband, you were undressing from your uniforms.

“David Kay,” you said sternly with a slight sensual tone in your voice.

“Yes ma’am?” He turned around after taking his shirt off.

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You always secretly loved when Deacon said ma’am to you, or called you mama, or his ole lady.

“Was that jealousy that I saw in you yesterday?”

You smirked and made your way over to your husband. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“And if it was?” His voice was low and sensual.

“I’ve never seen that side of you like that before.” You rubbed the back of his neck with your finger tips.

“That’s because no man has openly disrespected you like that in front of me before. You are my wife. That should be respected.”

“You know I have eyes for you…” you traced his pecs and abs down to his belt with your fingers, “and only you.”

You stood up on your tip toes to kiss your husband.

He wrapped his arms around you, groping your ass with his hands, and moaned into the kiss.

You spent the day showing your husband that he was the only one you would ever want.

[the-duchess-of-domination]

I return and ykw the brainrot is too strong here is my latest one

Recently I've been watching a lot of Erik the Electric (that man constantly astounds me with the sheer amount he's capable of putting away, lke if you showed me a picture of everything that guy eats in a meal I would tell you there is no way any human could possibly consume all of that in under an hour) and LA Beast (I don't know how he's still alive honestly) and then I got hit by the idea truck and was instantly flattened

Your dear boyfriend is a Youtuber who specializes in doing eating challenges. You, his loving partner, are the one who gets to take care of him after he finishes filming and collapses into your arms with a very stuffed (and sometimes very upset) tum.

Today, he's made some very bad life choices, and decided his challenge will be an inhuman amount of spicy food. What helps with spice? Milk, of course! Now, why are these terrible decisions?

Your boyfriend, no matter how much he loves to feel the burn, can NOT handle spicy foods.

He's mildly lactose intolerant. He takes lactaid, but with the amount of dairy he's about to ingest to extinguish the fire in his mouth, will it be enough?

With the sheer amount he's about to try and force into his stomach, there's no way this is going to end well.

He's just turned off the cameras (he beat the challenge, so there's that going for him at least) and the first thing he does is stagger over to the couch behind the cameras where you're sitting, collapsing onto the cushions and leaning against you with a groan.

"You alright?" you ask, putting down your phone and reaching over to place a hand on his belly (even through his t-shirt, you can feel it bubbling and churning unhappily, and it's pressing up against the fabric - the bloat from the spice and dairy making his already stuffed belly even larger).

"Hurts..." he mutters back with a moan, curling around his (very) upset stomach.

Take care of your poor boyfriend...and also subtly hint that he should do this again (maybe)

-- Lurker anon

no because this is EVERYTHING. love love love. you hit every mark, and i especially love the added lactose intolerance and spiciness sensitivity. it is so sexy when people eat things that they KNOW will make them feel sick, but they can’t stop themselves because it tastes so good so they just suffer??? and the added concept that it’s just, an INHUMAN amount. he is suffering for clicks and views. ugh. i love when men make bad decisions and upset their poor little tummies 💕💗💖💓💞

i await more brain rot!!

[sixminutestoriesblog]

morning glory and aster flowers

"The Michaelmas daisies, among dead weeds, Bloom for St Michael's valorous deeds…"

if you're like @royal-ossa than September is your birth month! Which means you get two flowers. Both morning glory and aster make an appearance during this late summer, early fall time of year and, if its your birthday and you're anything like your flowers, its safe to say that pollinators love you. Both the morning glory and the aster flowers have big fans when it comes to butterflies, bees and hummingbirds, especially the late blooming aster that continues to flower long after most other pollen giving plants have closed up shop for the year. Both flowers are also associated with hours of the day, with morning glories opening their flower petals to catch the first rays of the sunrise and asters being literally named after stars for their resemblance to their nighttime mirrored partners in the dark sky. Both flowers are also associated with love, with the morning glory representing unrequited or fleeting love while the sturdy aster represents enduring and patient love. So let's jump in and talk plants.

Did you know that the morning glory comes from the same family as the sweet potato? The hint is in their large, dark, heart-shaped leaves. While some morning glory have edible leaves, others are highly poisonous, with some of them even going so far as to have seeds laced with LSA which, if ingested in large enough amounts, can have similar effects to LSD. With flowers that sometimes only last a day, Chinese view the morning glory as representing a single day for lovers to meet. Two sweethearts, the story goes, were so enamored with each other that they forgot everything else, including their duties. In response, the gods separated them, except for one day of the year when they were allowed to meet. The flowers only lasting a day is also a reason the morning glory symbolizes unrequited love, though like many vines, it can also represent enduring love as well. In Japan, morning glory are sometimes a gift between young lovers. Busy not living up to their names, some morning glory plants actually bloom at night with some claiming those are the most fragrant of all. Be careful when planting morning glory though! They can easily outgrow their original plot and start to take over the rest of the garden. Morning glory are considered the flower that signifies the eleventh year of a marriage.

While morning glory have been busy sweeping up all the modern - well, glory, the aster has much deeper roots. Named after the Greek titan-goddess Asteria, the flowers were said to have formed when she wept at how few stars there were left in the sky. Her falling tears dropped to earth and sprung up as flowers that mimicked her lost stars above. The little flowers have been giving ever since, used in the past in folk remedies for skin infections, muscle pain, colds and headaches. Burning their leaves was supposed to drive away snakes and bad luck. Asters are sometimes called 'Michaelmas daisies' because they are one of the last flowers to bloom, often still alive and vibrant among the otherwise dead plants of the garden on St. Michael's feast day, a day which marks the calendar shift to autumn. In Victorian England, the aster was seen as representing charm and daintiness. The Aster Revolution in Hungary that took place in October 1918 was so called because many of the protestors wore aster flowers in their hats, which at the time were a symbol for valor and the fallen soldiers for WWI. Aster are also considered the 20th wedding anniversary flower.

[kywaslost]

I hope I'm not breaking any boundries or rules with this request : )

If I am please tell me or edit out what makes you uncomfy

Tbh I just want Deku, Bakugou and kiri with a new transfer student who is super intelligent and can secrete chromyl Chloride from their skin. Chromyl Chloride is a really fun chemical because it explodes in water and it's highly corrosive whatever that means. PLEASE RESEARCH this!! I don't know much either!!

Reader Has a Chromyl Chloride Quirk - Izuku, Bakugou, and Kirishima

A/N: Hello!! You aren’t crossing any boundaries in the slightest, and I love researching chemistry related topics!! Also, I made these hcs since it’s more than 1 character. I hope that’s alright! General information on chromyl chloride can be found below and I’ve gathered it all from several sources.

Chromyl chloride: CrO2Cl2; consists of hydrochloric acid, oxide, and chromium; appears as a dark red fuming liquid, has a pungent smell, and corrosive to tissue; oxidizes internal alkenes (a type of element) to alpha-chloro ketones or related derivatives; used as an oxidizing agent; repeated or prolonged contact with skin may cause dermatitis; ingestion would cause severe internal damage; when in contact with water it forms chromic acid and hydrochloric acid.

Chromic acid is a weak acid, but if it comes into contact with the skin it may cause skin ulcers. When in contact with the eyes, chromic acid can severely irritate and burn the skin and eyes and possibly cause eye damage. On the other hand, hydrochloric acid (HCl) exposure in low concentrations can cause erythema (superficial reddening of the skin) and inflammation on the skin. High concentrations of HCl may cause severe chemical burns to the skin and mucous membranes.

Izuku

As someone who loves to study quirks heroes, your quirk excited Izuku so much

You were a transfer student from Shiketsu. Even with the high amount of villain attacks on UA, you still thought it’d be safer there living on campus than commuting to Shiketsu every day

Izuku was the first person to introduce himself, and he offered to show you around and introduce you to his friends

He learns that you’re really intelligent in a lot of different subjects

Especially chemistry, due to your quirk

You explained that your skin secretes chromyl chloride, so very similar to Mina’s quirk but with its own twist

He gets nervous when he realizes that prolonged contact with your skin, when your quirk is activated, could cause issues with his own skin

But he immediately gets super excited when you show him what happens when your quirk comes into contact with water

So in reality, you can produce three different chemicals: CrO2Cl2, HCl, and H2CrO2

A weak acid, a very strong acid, and chromyl chloride

So you can deal some serious damage

Immediately comes up with fighting techniques for you

Deku explains how you’d make a fantastic interrogator since your quirk can cause damage to human tissues

Asks you to help him with his chemistry homework since you know a lot about it due to your quirk

Bakugou

Bakugou was stuck showing you around UA during your first day of classes as a transfer student

Is paired with you during your quirk studies class where you had to write a report about your partner’s quirk

Since he knew nothing about you, you had to explain your quirk to him

He acted like he didn’t care at first, like he hated the thought of getting to know you, but then you told him about your quirk

You sweat chromyl chloride so your skin is almost always tinted a reddish hue, which interested Bakugou

I hc that he has a special interest in chemistry due to his quirk, so he asks if he can have a sample of your quirk to experiment with

Learns that he can make a very strong acid when combining your quirk with water

He probably shouldn’t know that though

Asks to train with you just to see you in action

I tend to think the only reason he wants anything to do with you, at first, is because of how strong your quirk could be

But over time he’d realize he actually enjoys your company, even without your quirk

Helps you treat your wounds if you accidentally harm yourself with your quirk

Has a first aid kit on hand all times, especially when he train with you

Tends to inflame his skin because he forgets to wipe off the chromyl acid as soon as possible

Overall, Bakugou thinks your quirk is really cool and does extensive research on chromyl chloride to see what you could try to work on in the future

Kirishima

Immediately wants to know if your quirk will effect him when his own quirk is activated

Is the second person to introduce himself to you once he gathers up the courage

Is interested in your abilities after his first 1v1 with you in gym

Is first made aware of how dangerous your quirk is when he accidentally bumps into you while you were all sweaty and didn’t think about wiping off the chromyl chloride now on his exposed skin

Ends up on a trip to recovery girl when his skin starts to become irritated

When class-1A goes swimming for the first time during gym, he doesn’t understand why you won’t get in the water and pulls you into the poor with him

Everyone has to get out of the water ASAP because now there’s HCl in the water due to your quirk reacting with the water

Loves how you can form so many chemicals and acids just by interacting with other chemicals, elements, and acids

Asks you to help him with chemistry homework

Figures you may know it since your quirk deals with oxidation reactions and stuff like that

[windona]

For prompting night, in honor of the Blue Beetle trailer, Jaime adjusting to the unexpected complications of having Scarab

One of the most startling revelations once the scarab binded to him (besides the plasma canon) was the fact that the AI was fully sentient, legions beyond anything on the mass market.

It was amazing, and cool. But once he adjusted and got a feel for its personality, he had another revelation:

He would never be alone again. Ever. (Even if he wanted it).

*

[[This physical reaction is a result of ingesting the-]]

"I figured," Jaime said, after having spent too long in the bathroom for his liking.

[[If you had-]]

"I get it. Mama's home cooking only."

*

Jaime sighed as he was rejected for another date. Apparently his reputation proceeded him.

[[Failure in this mission is not a major set back. It may be for the better in your life mission.]]

"What, to never have a date?"

[[Organic partners require attention and provide risk. Without ensuring a mate is of proper strength and capability it is unadvised.]]

"I care about finding someone I can build a life with, that I love, not for the ability to get in a boxing ring with Superman."

[[Fitting your parameters is important. You wish, to quote, 'find someone okay with all the weird'. She was not 'okay with all the weird'. ]]

People in the area were staring at Jaime. He pointed to the inactive blue tooth he got just for this reason. "You are not making this easy."

[[Organic mating rituals are not something I care to partake in or sabatogue.]]

*

The Reach ship was falling apart. Jaime had his arms wedding to the computer. desperately keeping the world destroying weapon from being activated. The Negotiator had long since fled.

[[To ensure the safety of Earth, <we> must be connected to this machine. We will not have time to escape the destruction of the ship.]]

Jaime felt the sweat curving down his face get rapidly absorbed by the suit. "I'm okay with giving my life to save the world. Are you okay with that?"

[[Jaime = Friend. Khaji Da = Hero. <We> will save the world together.]]

Smiling, Jaime leaned forward. At a moment like this, he was glad he would never be alone.

[jellybeanium124]

the collapse of the united states government would not be good. I know that the US gov't has fucked shit up literally everywhere, but there is a lot of stuff they do that you don't think about. let's talk about just the domestic stuff as I am a citizen of the empire and am most familiar with that. in no particular order, completely off the top of my head:

funding for the upkeep of the interstate highway system

FDA and USDA making sure the food and drugs we're ingesting don't harm or kill us

some states pay more in federal takes than they get back but some states don't these states are funding their shit with federal funds. schools, for example. our FREE public education system. FREE public education age 5-18 WAS NOT ALWAYS A THING

let's be honest, if the federal government collapsed, that would affect things at the state and local level. your fire department. your library. the upkeep of your public parks. public universities. hospitals.

How are we gonna import foreign items?? you know like all the stuff from china we consume on a daily basis?

they print all the money. if you think inflation is bad now wtf do you think will happen without the federal government keeping it in check??

medicare and medicaid

CHIP and food stamps

about 3 million people work for the federal government. that's 3 million people, from the politicians you want to firebomb down to the janitors cleaning government buildings out of a job. and remember that federal employees work all across the country. this isn't just the good old swamp that will be affected.

state and local government employs tens of millions of people. social workers work for the state. public defendants. all out of a job.

speaking of social workers, not to cry "think of the children" but fuck it yeah think of the children. no school = no outside adults watching them for signs of abuse. no social workers/child protection agency = nobody intervening at all. what about all the kids up for adoption? what about all the kids in foster care? the federal government supports state child welfare and foster care, although there are private foster care agencies. what happens to those kids?

without taxes how are you paying for anything

the national parks?? who is looking after them?

911? what are we supposed to do in an emergency?

I'm stopping here. This is just the domestic stuff a shmuck like me could think of in a few minutes with minimal googling. To say nothing of foreign aid elsewhere in the world.

Yes, the federal government has done many horrible, tragic, unforgivable things, at home and abroad. this is not a brain-dead patriotic defense of the united states. I also know many people would like us to shove our foreign aid up our own butts because it's the opposite of helpful. but the us gov't also does many thankless upkeep and maintenance tasks without which many many many people will DIE. The collapse of the united states government would be a horror and a tragedy. the united states is an empire and the collapse of an empire will be bloody and tragic and brutal. maybe that makes your blood hot with righteous revolutionary fervor, but what happens when it's your mom or dad or sibling or best friend or partner or you? what happens when the world as you know it collapses around you and you can't get your medications or gas for your car and your money is better off being burnt in a fire? what happens then, huh?

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Amortentia- Oliver Wood x OC

Oliver Wood x Jessica Stix

Description: After making an Amortentia potion in class Jessica smells Oliver. When he reveals what he smelled, how do they move on from there? 

Word Count: 2.1k

“Once the potion has been set, add the pearl dust. Your Amortentia potion should be a pearl pink color by the time you finish,” Professor Snape droned on as he walked around the classroom. Jessica added the pearl dust while Corinne stirred the concoction. 

“Doesn’t it feel just a little bit inappropriate for a teacher to let his students make a love potion?” Jessica asked, glancing at her partner. Corinne only shrugged nonchalantly.

“Maybe, but the want to know what I’ll smell outweighs that thought,” she answered with a dreamy smile. Jessica rolled her eyes with a small smile.

“You’re such a romantic. Besides, I think we all know what you’ll smell.” She let out a giggle when her partner lightly shoved her shoulder. “Hey! Don’t spill the potion Rinne,” she added. Just a moment later, Professor Snape arrived at their desk. 

“With the amount of messing around, I assume you two have finished your potion?” He sneered. Jessica glanced at Corinne, who nodded minutely.

“As a matter of fact, we are, professor. Would you like to take a look?” She scooted back when Snape leaned over her to look into their cauldron. He hummed somehow in a monotone way and stood straight once more.

“Very good. Now, sit quietly and wait for everyone else to finish theirs. Being done before everyone else doesn’t give you permission to horseplay,” he reprimanded, walking off when they mumbled a ‘yes sir.’

“Overgrown bat,” Jessica muttered under her breath, causing Corinne to have to hold back laughter. Fred and George noticed their almost silent giggles and turned around. 

“And what are you two ladies laughing about?” Fred asked.

“And why aren’t we in on it?” George added

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Corinne teased, leaning forward a bit. George smirked a little and leaned against her desk in front of her.

“As a matter of fact I would, if you don’t mind,” he mumbled. Fred and Jessica fake gagged at the same time before laughing, making George roll his eyes. 

“Hey, it’s not our fault that I finally made a move. You’re still apologizing to hamster girl,” he pointed at Fred. “And you’re pining over someone who cares more about a sport than himself.” He pointed at Jessica. Fred flicked the side of his head while Jessica rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She glanced to a few tables away where Oliver Wood was sitting beside Lee Jordan, joking around now that they’d finished their potion. None of them could say anything else before Professor Snape walked to the front of the room once more. 

“Now that all of you have finished, take a sniff of it then put it in the bottles on the back counter. Be careful not to ingest or get any on yourselves lest you fall victim to it,” he instructed. Corinne practically bounced in her seat as she leaned over the cauldron, inhaling the potion deeply while the other three watched her.

“I smell fireworks, fresh cotton, and sweets,” she spoke. George smirked and leaned back in his seat.

“Guess you just can’t get enough of me, huh?” He asked conceitedly. Corinne rolled her eyes, telling him to see what he smells.

“Cinnamon rolls, Water Lilies, and fresh air.” Corinne blushed profusely, making Jessica laugh because she had been right.

“All I smell is Mallorie’s perfume,” Fred said before urging Jessica to take a whiff. She stared at him warily before leaning forward and smelling the potion. Broomstick wax, the leather of a brand new Quaffle and cinnamon gum. She froze when she realized where she recognized those scents from. Oliver. 

“Don’t be shy now, Jess,” George said, leaning against her and Corinne’s desk. “What’s it smell like?” She stared into the potion for a moment before sitting back down. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Oliver glance her way, but paid no mind to it.

“It smells….like none of your business.” She gave the three of them a pointed look as she stood. The three groaned and complained while she walked to the back counter. As she grabbed several bottles, she felt someone slide up next to her.

“So, love potions huh?” Oliver asked like the nerd he was, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Jessica laughed and blushed at their close proximity.

“I guess so,” she responded, grabbing a few bottles for Fred and George. 

“Can I ask what you smelled?” He finally looked at her. 

“You can ask, but I won’t answer,” she said, heading back to her table. The twins and Corinne continued to pester Jessica about what she smelled while she filled up the bottles. Eventually she set the cauldron down and stared at them frustratedly.

“Alright? You know what I smelled? Broomstick wax, new Quaffles, and cinnamon gum,” she spoke. “You want to know who that is? Oliver bloody Wood.” Her answer seemed to shock them. Not because of the answer itself, but because of how accidentally loud she said it. It was loud enough to gain Oliver’s attention. With one final look at Lee, Oliver stood once again and walked over to Jessica.

“Want to know what I smelled?” He asked, making her spin around so fast they thought the chair would break. “Carmel corn, vanilla sugar lotion and roses,” he answered without hesitation. Jessica blushed profusely, processing what that meant.

“Me?” Was all she could say. Oliver nodded, but just as he was about to answer, Professor Snape approached them.

“Mr. Wood, if you want to play at the quidditch game tomorrow, I highly suggest you get back to your seat and help Mr. Jordan finish with the bottles.” Oliver began to respond, but a glare from the teacher made him walk back to his seat, shooting a helpless look to Jessica. 

“Okay, what just happened? Did Oliver seriously just announce that he loved you?” Corinne asked, holding back her excitement. Jessica didn’t answer, too embarrassed to look anywhere but at the potions in front of her. 

Unfortunately, Jessica didn’t get a chance to talk to Oliver about what happened for the rest of that day. Classes got in the way as well as tutoring sessions with first years in between. After dinner she just went straight to bed, much to her and Oliver’s mutual disappointment.

She didn’t see him the next morning at breakfast either, but to be fair she didn’t see anyone on the Gryffindor quidditch team. They were practicing one last time before the game that day, and she understood that. But it also sucked because she couldn’t attend the game today, she promised to help Professor McGonagall set up for an upcoming exam for extra credit. She couldn’t just back out last minute, that wasn’t her style. So, she had to come to terms that she just probably wouldn’t be able to see Oliver yet another day. 

She couldn’t manage to finish before the game came to an end. She could faintly hear Lee yell that Gryffindor won yet again, causing her and Professor McGonagall to smile. The two congratulated each other and continued their work. It was half an hour later that they finally finished. She bid the professor a farewell, grabbed her bag and made her way out. As she stepped out of the classroom, she ran into Alicia Spinnet.

“Oh Jessica! Just the girl I was looking for,” Alicia exclaimed happily.

“Hello Alicia, congratulations on the win,” Jessica responded cheerfully. 

“Thanks, but that’s not why I came to find you. Oliver has requested your presence on the quidditch field, says it’s pretty important.” Jessica’s cheeks were painted a nice red color when she said that, so she thanked the girl and made her way to the quidditch field. Her stomach did front flips as she thought about what he wanted to say to her that was important enough that they had to be alone. 

Oliver was on his broom yet again, just riding around with no particular destination. She smiled at how carefree he looked up in the air like that. After watching him for a short while, she finally cupped her hands around her mouth.

“Hey superstar!” She called, waving when he gazed down at her. He waved in return then leaned forward on his broom to ride over to her. 

“Have you ever ridden a broom?” Oliver asked, still a few feet above her.

“Not since first year,” she said while shaking her head. “I never really took to it.” 

“Well that’s probably because you didn’t have a good teacher,” he laughed, holding out his hand for her. “Hop on.”

“Don’t let Madam Hooch hear you say that,” she joked in response, taking his hand. Oliver helped her onto his broom with ease and smiled when she wrapped her arms around his middle. He glanced back at her.

“Ready?” He asked, and Jessica was just about to ask what he meant when they suddenly shot into the air. She let out a shocked scream and tightened her grip.

“Oliver Wood you’re crazy!” She exclaimed shakily. He laughed and started flying around the field, increasing and decreasing height at times. 

“Crazy for you Jessica Stix!” He responded over the wind. Jessica’s face turned red and she hid her face in his back. She began to enjoy flying around, and laughed when they flew through the hoops. 

Oliver didn’t slow down until the sun started showing signs of setting. He flew over to the stands and helped her into it, though he still stayed on his broom in front of her. Jessica patted down her hair after the wind blew through it crazily and smiled coyly at him.

“Well?” He asked, making her laugh.

“I have to admit, it was a lot more flying with you than it was flying with Madam Hooch teaching me. I had a lot of fun.” Oliver smiled proudly and inched his broom closer to the stands. They were silent for a moment, just staring at each other with stupid smiles. 

“So, you love me?” He finally asked, looking as if he was almost scared of the answer being no. He practically sighed in relief when she nodded.

“I do, probably since second year when you-” she started, but he finished.

“When I punched Marcus Flint for trying to look up your skirt.” She nodded in response, then smiled wider.

“You love me?” She asked, making the tips of his ears turn pink. 

“Since second year when you helped me with Transfigurations.” Jessica was surprised at that. The memory seemed so mundane to her, but apparently it was everything to him.

“Merlin, all the time we wasted pining over each other,” she breathed out with a laugh. Oliver nodded, seemingly blown away at the realization. Jessica didn’t realize how close they were until his hand touched hers. She glanced down at his hand now on top of hers on the railing of the stands. When she looked up, she felt another pair of lips press against hers. It didn’t take long for her to return the kiss. Oliver’s free hand went to the back of her head then slid to cup her cheek. When they pulled away, they were breathless. Their lips were still just millimeters away. 

“Sorry, I probably should have asked for permission first,” he whispered, his eyes now half lidded. Jessica smiled and rested her free hand on the arm that cupped her cheek.

“I’ll forgive you if you kiss me again,” she mumbled in response. Oliver laughed a little.

“I think I can manage that,” he responded before kissing her again. When they pulled away again, they just stared into each other’s eyes. Jessica could now notice the specks of green and yellow hidden around his brown eyes. Finally, they separated and Jessica leaned against the railing with a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. 

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Oliver asked gently.

“I would like nothing more,” she responded happily. “We should probably get to dinner, I know you probably haven’t eaten today.” She gave him a reprimanding look that made him look down and laugh. 

“I never eat before a game, you know that,” he stated while she made her way down the stands back onto the field. 

“And it’s a terrible habit to have,” she scolded as he reached her and hopped off his broom. He held his broom in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders.

“I’m just saying, I haven’t lost yet so it can’t be that bad.” Jessica rolled her eyes playfully.

“Yeah yeah,” she responded sarcastically as they walked off the field towards the Great Hall for a celebration.

[pokemon-researcher-cross]

Grooming behavior in Pokémon Bonding

Preening, cleaning, and grooming are some of the most important bonding activities you can engage in with a Pokémon. Learning the grooming habits of your individual Pokémon partners and general trends of their species can tell you a lot about the way your partners socialize and bond. This is a short list of different grooming behaviors that tend to be common among types of Pokémon.

Avian Pokémon: These Pokémon are often self-preening, using their beaks to clean and straighten their feathers. If your Pokémon allows, you can help with this, removing debris like twigs, leaves, burrs, etc… and helping the feathers lay flat. Avian Pokémon also occasionally need their talons gently filed or trimmed to prevent them from becoming unhealthy, cumbersome, or dangerous. Avian Pokémon also bathe in shallow water. Gently moving water (from a low pressure faucet or fountain) also work. As long as the Pokémon has a perch or platform where it can be safely outside the water and can splash itself without falling in! Avian Pokémon’s beaks also grow continuously and require some care. Providing a lightly textured surface like smooth stone or similar for them to polish against will suffice. And watch out for over-grooming! If you’re concerned that your Pokémon is grooming excessively take it to a Pokémon center.

Feline Pokémon: Feline Pokémon also tend to be very self-grooming! Usually they use their rough, textured tongues to straighten and clean their fur, but you can help with this process! Using a brush to gently remove loose hairs helps make sure that when they bathe themself, they don’t ingest it and cough up hairballs later on. Make sure your feline Pokémon also has their claws regularly cared for. Scratching against posts and trees and the like naturally sharpen the claws, but sometimes claws will need to be trimmed to prevent them from splitting or developing jagged edges. It also makes it safer, especially for young Pokémon and children, to spend time with your feline Pokémon if it hasn’t been specifically trained to engage safely with younger and weaker individuals. While Feline Pokémon tend to have some level of distaste for water, occasional bathing is also necessary. It is important to introduce bathing to your Pokémon from a young age if possible to help it acclimate. Using a basin or tub, fill it with a few inches of warm, shallow water. Allow your Pokémon to get used to the feeling of the water before adding any more. You can then slowly begin bathing your Pokémon- be careful not to overfill the basin though! If your Pokémon feels like it can’t safely stand or needs fo start treading water, it will probably panic. Be gentle and explain each step you take while grooming to let your partner know what’s happening! Also, feline Pokémon tend to be at a higher risk of ear infections, so while grooming be sure to take a look at your partner’s ears and make sure they are clean and not in any pain.

Canine Pokémon: Canine Pokémon take very well to grooming. Bathing, brushing, dental care, and other forms of grooming usually go over very well with canine Pokémon, especially if it is introduced at a young age. You should be brushing your partner most days, especially if it has longer or thicker hair than average. Shorthair Pokémon like Boltund or Granbull can get away with only once a week, but Pokémon like Furfrou or Lycanroc will need to be brushed every other day- likely more during their shedding seasons. Trimming your partner’s fur can also be necessary sometimes. Any matted fur or fur that is too knotted and tangled to brush out can be trimmed off, and overgrown hair that could obstruct their vision or hearing might also be trimmed. Be very careful when trimming your partner’s fur, as it can be easy to accidentally nick or cut them. Teeth and nails also need to be cleaned and taken care of. Brushing your Pokémon’s teeth, or allowing them to chew on brushing toys and treats is a great way to keep their mouth healthy, and trimming overgrown nails helps your Pokémon walk comfortably. Check your Canine Pokémon’s skin and ears regularly for rashes, dry spots, infections, or wounds. Make sure not to over-groom your canine Pokémon, as you can accidentally give it sores or dry skin from excessive grooming. Bathing your canine Pokémon is very similar to bathing a feline Pokémon. Warm, shallow water and using a cup or decanter to pour water over your partner rather than using a hose or faucet will make for an easier time.

Rodent Pokémon: These Pokémon have variable care based on the species, but a few general trends can help guide you. Many rodent Pokémon need chew toys to help keep their teeth in check- Pokémon like Raticate and Minccino have teeth that never stop growing, so make sure they can wear them down to prevent uncomfortably long front teeth. Many rodent Pokémon are safe to brush gently, or use a dry soft towel to wipe away stray hairs. Some Pokémon require dust baths to clean their fur if it is too dense for water. Shorthair rodent Pokémon like Pichu, Dedenne, or Marill usually do love to swim, so you can provide them with a basin or bath to play and clean in! Usually for this type of Pokémon, you should always check in at a Pokémon center for specific grooming tips. As the owner of a rodent Pokémon myself, I can tell you that you have to be careful when wiping down an Alolan Raichu because you might build up static and get shocked! (Use a 100% Cotton towel or cloth! Polyester is a one-way ticket to Static Shock City!)