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Remembrance-Chapter 3

the next chapter of my Daniel/Armand fic. It's a season 1 AU where Daniel remembers the events of the devil's minion era. You can read it below or here

Louis talks and talks about Lestat. It's an entirely different story than the one he heard before. But he'll call him out later. Right now, it's best to let Louis tell the tale.

“It bears repeating, I did not consider myself a homosexual man at the time,” says Louis. “I mean, I had had experiences. Guilt, shame, floating-on-a-sea-of-vodka type encounters.”

Daniel can relate. He remembers his youth, before meeting Louis and Armand. He'd consider himself perfectly straight. If he had sex with a man it was either to get high or because he was high. Falling in love with a man forced him to come to terms with his sexuality. He supposes it did for Louis as well.

It isn't exactly easy. A week ago if you asked, Daniel would have said he was straight. If you pressed, he might have admitted to experimenting when he was younger. But the word bisexual would never pass his lips. It's jarring, but the fact the person he once considered the love of his life is a man pales in comparison to that person being a vampire.

“Obviously, I've come to embrace my sexuality,” says Louis. He's got that look on his face Daniel remembers, the one he gets right before he acts like a little shit. Daniel used to find it endearing. “'Course you know that. We met at a gay bar, didn't we, Daniel?”

“I was in my experimental phase,” Daniel says easily. He's not quite willing to say it was just about scoring, not to Louis. Besides, it's a little hard to sell heterosexuality to a guy whose cock has been in your mouth.

“Oh, a phase?” Louis says. He sounds like he's trying not to laugh.

Daniel shrugs. “I like women, and sticking to them was easier.”

It's the truth, pretty much.

“You've been married?”

“Twice,” Daniel answers, “But we're not here for me, are we?”

The evasion must annoy him, because he's back to being Mr. Molloy again when Louis speaks. “When you were using drugs, Mr. Molloy, do you remember the best you ever had?”

The memory springs to mind at once.

He's walking along down the long stretch of road that leads from Pompeii proper to the Villa of Mysteries. It's late, after ten, and Daniel is counting on luck alone that no guards find him. There's something wrong though, when he gets to to old houses. It's still, too still. There are no guards in sight.

Only Armand.

Armand who appears in the entrance. Armand, again. He's in denim jeans and jacket, the blue shirt beneath it cut with a deep enough vee to show off a tantalizing amount of collarbone. Daniel wants desperately for him to touch him. How he longs to kiss him!

Armand moves quickly and silently to him and wraps arms around his waist. This is not so new; at first Armand would do something like this to scare him, or tease him. But over time, they have become something akin to affectionate. At least, Daniel likes to think so. Normally, it only lasts a few seconds. Sometimes Armand will even brush a kiss against his face. Now, he kisses his mouth. It's only a bare brush of lips, hardly there at all. More a tease of a kiss than a kiss proper.

It still sends a jolt through Daniel's entire body. He wants more. More of those warm lips against his. Warm, Daniel suddenly realizes, because Armand has killed the guards. That should terrify him; instead a part of him thrills at the idea of being in the presence of such a dangerous creature.

“Would you like to go inside this house?” Armand whispers. Daniel wouldn't, not now. He feels so desperate he could cry. Fuck, he's trembling. He's so glad to see Armand again, to see him, to touch him, to kiss him. Damn him!

Armand moves and slips an arm around Daniel's waist and leads him inside. Locks mean nothing to Armand. It's comforting, the press of Armand's arm around his waist. It's a bit frightening, being out here alone. But he feels safe with Armand.

He feels safe with Armand.

It's a sudden realization; that Armand isn't going to kill him. That's not where this game is headed. Armand isn't going to turn him, but he isn't going to kill him either. But why? Could Daniel dare hope...

“But how could you not know such a thing,” says Armand, hearing the thought. “I love you. If I hadn't grown to love you, I would have killed you before now, of course.”

Daniel is standing in one of the most ancient places in the world, with one of the most ancient beings. The moonlight that pours in casts Armand's face alight, making his fiery eyes seem to almost sparkle. Daniel loves those eyes. Prefers it when Armand leaves them be, instead of wearing the contacts.

Daniel stares at the monster in front of him, this thing that looks and sounds human but is not. And like that, something shifts. Something that he's been frantically holding in place drops and Daniel sees clearly. He loves Armand. He loves his otherworldly eyes, and his unnatural stillness.

He loves him not because his seeming humanity, but because he is monstrous and beautiful at the same time. Loves him the way you can love only love evil, in that ghastly way that thrills the soul. And look at him! He isn't wearing his normal fashion of clothes. Daniel realizes at once that Armand must have stolen them from his victims. Not the guards, they wore uniforms. How many has Armand killed tonight?

Imagine, killing like that! Just sinking your teeth and stealing the life from another creature. How terrible that would be, and how wonderful. And isn't that just Armand? Terrible, and wonderful, and beautiful. But it's an illusion. He's evil. He's what Daniel wants to be. For a moment, Daniel can't stand to look at him.

Armand smiles a slight smile. He bends down as if to kiss Daniel and Daniel eagerly leans forward to meet him. Armand passes by his mouth and kisses his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Then, for the first time since that room with Louis so long ago, Daniel feels the press of fangs against his skin.

Yes, yes, do it!

Daniel wants to feel it. It had hurt with Louis, but Armand had told him once that it did not always. The way he explained it made it seem akin to the difference between sex and rape. Daniel is more than willing, he is aching.

The teeth puncture his skin. There's pain, sudden and sharp, but warmth also. The pain fades, until it's only a vague undertone that enhances the pleasure thrumming through his body. It burns so sweetly. Daniel's on fire and floating, filled to the brim with love. He must be dying; nothing could feel this good. “Am I dying?” he says, then “I don't care; don't stop.”

Armand laughs and pulls away. He's not taken much blood at all; Daniel doesn't even feel that faint dizziness he gets when he donates blood. His hands come to Daniel's shoulders and push him down. Daniel thinks it's to suck him off—and his mouth waters at the thought—but instead Armand bites into his own wrist and presses it to Daniel's mouth.

It's like drinking electricity. The taste is sweet like honey, but sharper. It feels amazing. At once he feels more alive than he ever felt. His body is a live wire. Daniel is buzzing and everything is enhanced and more. He swears he can feel the echo of the thousands of people dying together in the city. He can feel everything.

Daniel moans and clings to Armand's wrist, but Armand pulls away. Only allows him a taste.

Armand's hand comes to cup his face. “You're mine, beautiful boy.”

Had anything ever compared to that first drink of Armand's blood? Nothing else ever came close.

Daniel only hopes his face gives nothing away. He's developed a pretty good poker face throughout his career. It still takes him a second to say “Berkeley, 1978. Some Mexican black tar that Carly and Pedro were slinging.”

It's the only thing that ever came close and it was only a pale shadow.

Luckily, Louis is too caught up in his own thoughts to notice Daniel stumble. “So imagine that flowing inside your veins again.”

Daniel rather thinks he shouldn't. Hell, if he were twenty years younger he'd be hard just at the memory of it.

“Now multiply it by miles, to the rings of Saturn and back.”

Daniel understands what he means. Louis talks more about 'the little drink', about the feeling of intimacy it gave, and how he had never let himself be emotionally close to someone before. And Daniel knows exactly what he means. He was Armand's long before that moment, but that moment cemented it, made it irrefutable fact. He can only imagine Louis felt the same for Lestat.

Louis goes on to talk about how he avoided Lestat after than night. He speaks of his sister's wedding, of Paul jumping off the roof. Personally, Daniel thinks he could have waited another day to off himself. Sort of a dick move to do it at his sister's wedding. Thankfully, Louis isn't trying to listen in to that thought.

While talking, Louis moves to the window and looks out. He's back to being detached again. “That was the last sunrise I ever saw. Perhaps the kindest thing the dark gift has given me.”

Daniel doesn't exactly know what to say to that. If this were the old days, he'd try to comfort Louis. No, he'd let Armand handle it. Armand always excelled at navigating Louis' moods. As if the thought summoned him, Daniel hears Armand coming in. Doesn't look back at him. He can't, not with the memory so fresh. There's no way he won't be projecting his thoughts if he sees him.

“I don't miss the sun, the reminders it carries.” Louis steps out onto the balcony.

Daniel closes his laptop and follows him. He can't not follow him.

“I have seen death over and over and over and over again. It's boring.”

It's been too long; Daniel doesn't know how to comfort this creature he sees. Doesn't think Louis would even want it, really. “That'll make a great blurb.”

“The diagnosis you received, Daniel, it winds your clock.” Louis finally looks at him as he says it. “This virus has turned the world sideways.”

“I get it.” Daniel says. “I'm gonna die. They're gonna die. But not the vampire.”

“The vampire is bored,” says Louis. “The human was destroyed.”

Daniel knows he means more than just that his past self was hurt by Paul's death. Of course it's more than that. Louis would find that Paul's death hurt less with time, would equate the natural progress of healing with losing humanity. Because what was humanity, if not suffering?

It's the same bullshit he'd go through during one of his dark periods, those times when Armand would disappear for weeks at time to tend Louis then return. Sometimes, Daniel had went with him. Young Daniel had thought love enough to fix Louis. Older Daniel thinks he needs a fucking therapist.

Louis goes on, talking about how Lestat turned him and they eventually return back to the couch. Louis talks of Lestat's radiance of how he had sat in 'throes of increasing wonder.' Daniel has to admit; it certainly makes for a better story. Horrible, but romantic. If one had a fucked up idea of love.

“The end. The beginning,” Louis finishes, a single tear dripping down his cheek.

Daniel can recognize when something is too much. Hell, he needs some air himself. “I think that's a good place to stop for today.”

Daniel glances back at Armand. Wants to ask him to come make sure Louis is okay, but knows he can't. That would be giving the game away. Instead he says, “You here to show me to my room?”

Armand tears his eyes off Louis and looks toward Daniel. There's something there, a flicker of—what is it? Annoyance? Irritation? It's there and gone too quickly to tell. “Yes, follow me, Mr. Molloy.”

Daniel follows him down the corridors in silence. Armand doesn't say a word, but then, why would he? He's pretending not to know Daniel. He leads him to his door and says, oh-so-politely “Will you be needing anything else?”

There are so many things Daniel wants, but none of them are a good idea. “No, I'm going to sleep off this jet lag.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Molloy.”

Armand walks away, but Daniel can't help but call out “Hey, what's your name?”

Armand stops, glances back at Daniel over his shoulder. “Rashid.”

Rashid. It doesn't suit him.

“Goodnight, Rashid.”

Then Armand is gone, turning the corner and Daniel is in the guest room leaning against the door and breathing deeply to calm his nerves. He can do this. He can do this.

He hopes.

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mimi-ya · 3 years

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fashionable ~ sabo x reader

6,100 words | f!reader | nsfw

a/n: for my love @pure-kirarin who requested a pretty lolita reader for sabo! sorry not sorry about the length, this was so fun!

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“Needs more ruffles.”

You tear your gaze away from the book in your hands, realizing a young man with a scared face and top hat is looking at you.

Well, more so looking at your dress.

It was a warm summer day with a slight wind, making it perfect to sit on the patio at the little café down the street from your apartment. You planned on enjoying the morning with a cup of tea and your new book.

It also felt like the right day to try out your new dress. It had a moderately fluffy skirt made of a pretty pink and blue fabric, your favorite part being the dozens of bows that lined the edge.

“Excuse me?”

The young man’s eyes immediately widen, as if just realizing he said the thought out loud, “I’m so sorry!” He removes his hat and bows slightly before taking the seat across from you, “I didn’t mean any offense!”

You let your eyes roam the strange man who’s disturbed your quiet morning. Now that he’s removed his hat, you can see the ruffled blonde locks underneath that fall into his eyes. The scar covering his face looking to be an insanely painful burn at one point, although you think it makes him look a little more handsome.

He’s fiddling with the hat that now lays on the table. There are an interesting pair of goggles wrapped around it. They match the deep blue of his shirt that is tied of by a pure white cravat around his neck.

“That last thing you need is a man commenting on your outfit.” He rubs the back of his neck looking ashamed, “I’m just a fan of ruffles.” He flicks the cravat as if to defend his point.

And while he’s not wrong, the pink staining his cheeks is a little endearing. And he does seem to be a man of taste, taking in the style of his clothing again and that’s when it clicks.

“Are you a Lolita, too?”

“What?” He cocks his head, “No, I’m-”

“Sabo! Espresso for Sabo!”

He flashes an apologetic smile before quickly retrieving the drink from the window, coat tail swaying with his movement.

“I should have asked if I could sit.” He says standing in front of the chair with drink in hand. You motion to the chair, “I’m not usually so abrupt.” He holds out a hand, “Sabo.”

You set your book down, accepting his hand, “(Y/N).”

“That’s beautiful.” Once again Sabo looks bewildered at what he just said out loud, “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s come over me.” He mumbles, seeming more like he’s berating himself.

But your laugh sounds like a tinkling bell and Sabo starts to piece together why his composure is out the window.

“Well, I think Sabo is just as beautiful.” You rest your cheek in your hand, thinking the way he ducks his head at your compliment might be the most bashful and cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

He clears his throat, before taking a sip of from the cup in his hands, “You were asking me a question?”

“Oh, I just assumed you were familiar with Lolita.”

“No, but I’d love to know more.” He glances down at the book in your hands, “If you have time, that is.”

You smile, sticking your pink glittered bookmark in the pages, “It’s a Japanese fashion style with Victorian influences. There’s lots of different substyles, but it mainly stems from the motive of rebelling against traditional expectations of gender and style.”

“A fashion revolution. I love it.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up under his praise, “I suppose.” You clear your throat and quickly glance at your hands before back to him, “Your outfit kind of reminds me of the style.”

“Really?” Sabo leans forward, excitement clear in his voice, “My brothers usually tell me I look like a stuck-up renaissance festival employee.” You try to cover the snort that escapes you, but you don’t feel too embarrassed when Sabo laughs along with you, “I’m serious! They’ve been saying it since we were kids!”

“I’m going to assume they’re not too familiar with the Renaissance era? Because your outfit is definitely not a part of it.”

“They’re more likely to be familiar with the food than the fashion.” And Sabo feels butterflies erupt in his stomach when you giggle behind your hand.

“Well, we all have our interests.” A ding from your purse interrupts the moment, and you shoot Sabo an apologetic look before seeing it was the reminder you set to not spend all day at the little café.

“I’m sorry.” Sabo cuts in, “I should probably let you return to your day.”

“No!” You say a little too quickly with a wave of the hand, “It’s nothing, really.”

“You don’t have to make excuses.” Sabo smiles, “This conversation has already made morning much more pleasant.”

A pit forms in your stomach at the thought of this handsome and curious man walking out of your life, and you’re about to do something to keep that from happening, but it Sabo beats you to it.

“I’d love to do it again, if you’re interested that is?”

“I think I’m in love.”

Miles apart, three different people look up from what they’re doing at the lovesick fool who’s just returned home.

“That’s nice. I love you too.”

Sabo narrows his eyes, “Shut up.” He says, throwing his hat at Ace’s face who easily catches it.

“Was it a doughnut?” Luffy asks, eyes glued back to the video game displayed on the television, “Did you bring us any?”

“No Luffy, it wasn’t a doughnut.” Sabo collapses on the sofa, falling against Ace, “It was the most gorgeous woman I’ve everseen.”

Ace rolls his eyes, trying to shove his brother off him, “Please don’t start.”

“Yeah!” Luffy laughs, “You always sound like Sanji whenever you fall in love.” He mocks with a kissy face and teasing tone.

“Probably didn’t even talk to her.” Ace laughs along, reaching out to pinch Sabo’s cheek.

Sabo bats at his hand and shoots off the couch, “I did! And we even exchanged numbers!” Pulling out the pretty stationary you had delicately written your number on, “See!”

Ace swats at the paper being shoved in his face, “Well, you gonna text her or keep bugging us about it?”

“And he had the cutest smile every time he laughed.” You sighed, clutching a teddy bear to your chest.

Perona leans forward, “He laughed at your jokes?”

You purse your lips and send a glare to Perona, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Horo, horo, horo! I think he likes you! And I think you should message him!”

You sit up in the chair, one of her dolls clutched in your lap, “You think so?”

“If any man is going to take a seat unprompted at a café, of course they like you!”

You chew on your thumb, thinking over Perona’s words. Sabo was really sweet, and he’d be great to see again, plus he asked for your number. What’s the harm in reaching out first?

Digging through your purse, you pull out your phone, already thinking over what to say but, “Oh my god.”

“What! What!” Perona jumps on top of you, trying to get a peek at your screen, before letting out a delighted scream when she sees what’s popped up.

It was a pleasure getting to spend my morning with you, would you be interested in getting together again?

“(Y/N)!” Perona sings, “You have a caller!”

Your eyes widen in the mirror when Perona’s voice echoes down the hallway.

It had been almost a week of messaging back and forth with Sabo, discussing everything under the sun, and with each ding of a message you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper.

He eventually asked you to grab a cup of coffee and take a walk with him through the park.

Giving yourself a once last look in the mirror you flash yourself a smile. You decided to go with a light green dress with delicate floral stitching along the side, perfect for the blooming spring weather and definitely not because it was your dress with the most ruffles that Sabo seemed to like.

Running to the living room, you see Perona is leaning over the edge of the couch with a devious grin on her face, and Sabo, who’s standing at the door with an awkward smile. He’s tightly gripping a bouquet of flowers that seems to be his only anchor.

“Perona?” She looks at you, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Not really.” She teases.

“Well, how about you find somewhere to be?” You shoot back just as sickeningly sweet.

Perona sticks out her tongue and stomps to the hallway, but not without a wink before she disappears around the wall.

“Sorry about her.” You apologize, hoping she didn’t scare him too much as you see his shoulders relax when it’s just the two of you.

“These are for you.” He abruptly thrusts the bouquet towards you.

“Oh! Thank you.” You accept the bouquet with a shy smile, taking a moment to examine the delicate petals, “How’d you know peonies were my favorite?”

Sabo rubs the back of his head, “They just reminded me of you, uhm, pretty and fluffy.”

Your heart skips at his words, almost melting “Let me just put these in some water.” You say and quickly run to the kitchen, pulling out a random vase under the sink.

“It’s like a doll house in here.” Sabo comments, looking around the living room that has piles of stuffed plushies and blankets everywhere.

“Perona.” Sabo hears you say, looking over his shoulder to see you have returned with his flowers in a pink vase that you set on the table, “She loves them. And they’re pretty nice to cuddle with during a scary movie.”

“You a fan?”

A scoff escapes your lips, “No way. But Perona loves creepy shit just as much as she loves her dolls.”

“My little brother’s the same way.” Sabo laughs, “He’s always begging to watch some new horror film, and always ends up in my bed because of his nightmares.”

“Keep away all the big monsters from your kid brother?”

He rolls his eyes, “Not much of kid seeing how he’s in high school, just a cry baby.” And Sabo can feel his stomach flip when you try to hide your laughter behind your hand, definitely something he could listen to everyday for the rest of his life.

He offer’s his arm, “Ready to go?”

After grabbing a couple hot drinks from a little vendor, Sabo leads around his favorite park in the city. Showing you where he’s hosted rallies before and explains how he’ll usually spend his weekends pestering people for petition signatures.

“It’s a coalition building organization.” Sabo says with a smile, “I help other organizers form partnerships to advocate for likeminded change.”

“Huh.” You take a sip from you cup, “I didn’t know things like that existed.”

“There’s not a lot of us, and it’s long hours with little pay.” He shrugs, “But when we have success? It’s so worth it.”

“Well, the world needs more people like you.”

The dazzling smile you flash has Sabo almost spilling his coffee, and he can feel his cheeks heating up at your praise, “Want to sit?” He asks, hoping the change of subject will distract from his flustered state.

After guiding both of you to a bench he takes a look at your outfit, “I like this dress.”

“Oh, thank you!” You pat at the skirt a bit, “It’s one of my own.”

Sabo stops in his tracks, “You made this?”

You nod, “I usually pair a lot of premade things together, but this one I made all on my own.”

“It looks so professional!”

“Well, I have my roommate to thank. She taught me everything I know about stitching.”

“I’m impressed.” Sabo laughs, “Definitely a skill that could have come in handy when I was growing up.”

“Maybe you can come with me when I buy fabric next time.” You mention off handed.

Sabo leans forward with excited eyes, “Could I really?”

“I mean, if you really want to.”

“I’d love to get a further peek into your world.” Sabo stretches an arm along the bench, conveniently resting against your back, “Now tell me how long it took to learn how to sew.”

A few days later you make plans with Sabo to take him to your favorite fabric store and decided you would stop by his place first. And if it just so happened you had made some extra strawberry cupcakes that he said were his favorite, it would be a crime not to bring a few. Definitely didn’t wake up early this morning to bake them.

Sabo lives in an apartment complex on the top floor, something that he and his brothers were very excited about after seeing the view. Locating the apartment number, you rap your knuckles against the door.

Which immediately swings open, a boy who can’t be older than fifteen starring at you with his hand in a bag of chips. You’re about to introduce yourself, but he beats you to it, “Sabo!” He screams, “Your girlfriend’s here!”

You feel your heart skip before the sound of crash follows and Sabo appears, pulling the younger boy by the back of the shirt. He’s furiously whisper shouting at the boy who just continues to shove food in his mouth.

“If she’s not your girlfriend, why do you dress the same?”

“Why don’t you go bother Ace or something?” Sabo grits through his teeth, shoving the younger boy towards the hallway, who just laughs it off and starts screaming for Ace.

Sabo takes a calming breath before turning on his heel and flashes you an apologetic grin, rubbing the back of his head, “Sorry about that, Luffy doesn’t have a filter.”

“I made cupcakes.” You offer awkwardly, unable to comment on the scene. But you do notice he didn’t outwardly deny the allegation.

Sabo’s face splits into a grin, “I bet they’re as sweet as you.” And he loves the way your nose scrunches when you roll your eyes, “I better hide them.” He accepts them and motions for you to follow in, “Otherwise my brothers will get to them.”

You trail after him into the kitchen and watch as he puts them in the way back of the refrigerator, but not before pulling one out of the container.

“Luffy?” You ask, remembering the young boy’s name.

Sabo nods, “And Ace. I’m surprised the scent of these cupcakes hasn’t drawn them out already.”

You giggle, watching as Sabo enjoys the treats you made, a little too much if the frosting on his cheeks is anything to go by, “You have a little something.” You point to his cheek.

“Here?” He asks, wiping the wrong side.

“Let me-” You step closer, hand reaching out to swipe at the frosting with a thumb, and then, just the tip brushing against his lip. Pulling back, you suck the sugar of your finger, grinning when you see him swallow thickly.

“(Y/N), I-”

“Oooo, wow!” You jump back when a voice from behind calls loudly, followed by a teasing whistle, “So you’re the one Sabo hasn’t been able to shut up about.”

“Ace.” Sabo growls, “What do you want?”

“Luffy said we had company, thought I’d introduce myself.” The muscular shirtless man turns to you, a glint in his eye when he takes you in, “Portgas D. Ace.” He stretches out a hand, “Sorry you had the pleasure of meeting this one before me.” He says with a wink.

You raise a brow at his brazen flirting in front of his brother, but side glancing at Sabo you see he’s more embarrassed than annoyed.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty happy with the way things worked out.” You rest a hand on Sabo’s bicep, giving Ace an unimpressed once over, “I appreciate a man who knows how to dress.”

Sabo’s face goes scarlet while Ace hollers with laughter, “You found good one, Sabo!”

“We’re leaving.” Sabo places a hand on the small of your back, quickly leading you from the kitchen, “And you better not touch any of those cupcakes, Luffy!” You see Sabo’s younger brother crouched with his hand stretched into the fridge.

“Aww!”

“I’m really sorry about them. There’s a reason I don’t take them out in public.” Sabo apologizes while you both ride the elevator down.

“They seem very sweet.” You smile at Sabo, “You’re lucky to have each other.”

Sabo shrugs, “Most of the time.” He glances at you, “Definitely not so lucky when they’re embarrassing me in front of a pretty girl.”

You bite your lip, “I’d say you’re still doing okay.”

“Yeah?” Sabo asks.

“Yeah.” You nod back.

Sabo doesn’t get overwhelmed too easily, and it’s something he’s proud of. But when you pull him into the fabric store, he won’t lie that it’s a lot to take in.

Walls stacked with different colors from floor to ceiling, bins full of buttons and needles and other things he doesn’t know the name for.

But you lead him to the back of the store where your favorite apparel fabric is displayed.

“I usually use these blends.” Your hand traces over the delicate bundles, walking deeper into the aisle, “I like the quality and texture.”

“This one’s nice.” Sabo points out.

Looking over your shoulder you see he’s holding a deep blue fabric in his hands. Reaching out, you bring the bolt closer to his face to get a comparison, “I think it would look really good on you.”

Sabo’s eyes widen, “What? Oh no! I was thinking for you.”

“No really.” You eye the fabric in his hands, trying to gage how much is there, “I think a coat would work well from this!” You glance back up, “Will you let me make you one?”

Sabo feels himself flush under your hopeful stare, and his heart twists at the thought of denying you anything, “I mean, if you really want to.”

“I do!” Your hand wraps around his before pulling him to the cut counter to get a few yards of fabric, “And if I get your measurements tonight, I can have it done in a week or two!”

Before he knows it, you’ve already talked him into letting you make an entire suit. And now you’ve got him in your bedroom as your rifle through your sewing box trying to locate a tape measure.

It’s nice to see your own little flare of style. It’s clear the patchwork plushies are more your roommate’s décor, whereas your room reminds him of the way you dress. Lots of lace and bows, pretty colors everywhere, and the peonies he gifted you the other day still proudly displayed on your dresser.

“I need you to undress.” You say without looking up from your sewing box, not trying to locate something to jot down his numbers on.

There’s the sound of clothes ruffling behind, and you a little squeak of happiness escapes you when you finally locate your flowered notebook.

“Okay!” You jump to your feet and twirl around, “I’ll just need to get some inseams and lengths, shouldn’t take too…” But you trail off at the sight you’re greeted with.

“I hope this will suffice.” Sabo breaks the silence, a dark pink staining his cheeks but still holding an intense eye contact.

You couldn’t even stop the way your eyes hungrily roam his figure if you wanted. He’s only dressed in his briefs, giving you quite the sight of his toned chest. It seems the scar on his face stretches down his neck and along his arm and torso. You realize you haven’t seen much of his skin before now, noticing how the healed flesh tappers off near his thigh, only specks of where his injury must have occurred.

Your eyes settle at his feet, and you can’t stop the giggles that escape.

Sabo coughs, “Not quite the reaction I was hoping for.”

Your eyes fly to his, “Oh, no! I didn’t, not like that! I just, your socks are cute.”

He wiggles his fabric covered toes, adorned with little pirate ships, “My brothers have matching pairs.” And he relaxes a bit when he hears you giggle again.

“Arms up please.” You ask, showing the form with your own arms until he copies.

You pull the tape measure along his arm, your fingers pressed into his shoulder to hold the end. It gives you a chance to soak in his lean muscles, leaving a wake of goosebumps in your wake.

Sabo swallows to himself while you measure the other arm, and he feels his heart melt a little at the extra gentleness you’re providing to his scarred patches.

They don’t hurt, they haven’t for a long time. But to see you delicately resting your fingers against it stirs something in his chest.

You give a little twirl of your finger, motioning for him to spin. When he complies, you’re able to measure his back, and without his heated gaze bearing down at you, you allow the moment to soak in each bit of exposed skin. Your fingers digging into his flesh little more firmly then necessary.

Returning to his front, you flash a quick smile before focusing on his chest, which is easier said than done. Needing the measurements of his torso has you almost wrapping him up in a hug as you sling the tape measure around the back of his body to the circumference.

Sabo quickly glances to the ceiling when he feels your body so close to his own, trying to imagine anything that will keep him from breaking composure and throwing you on the bed.

“Okay there?” You tease, knowing he’s probably a little on edge.

“Huh?” Sabo meets your stare, “Of course! Never better.” He says with a giant smile.

Not breaking eye contact, you fall to your knees, face just in line with his slowly hardening cock right below the fabric that Sabo’s really hoping you don’t notice.

Just looking at you on your knees like that? With your tits spilling over the edge of your pink frilled bodice and skirt fanned out around in you, it’s like you’ve been ripped right out of his filthiest fantasies.

“Have to measure the leg.” You whisper, holding up the tape measure as if to prove it. To you or him you don’t know. It surely wasn’t necessary you got on your knees for this, let alone right in front of his cock.

You let your finger dance over his thighs, pulling the tape down to his ankle right where his pirate socks cuff off, and then doing the same to the other leg.

Sabo watches, a little disappointed, as you get back to your feet, pulling out the little notebook to scribble some numbers down.

“That all?” He asks, seeing that you’re rolling the tape measure back up.

You tap your finger to your chin, “I suppose I could get some sitting measurements.”

Sabo is more than happy to oblige, quickly situating himself on the edge of your bed. And you would feel bad about requesting measurements that you definitely don’t need, but it seems he’s just as eager to get into your bed as you are to have him there.

And it would seem fate would agree, as you stumble over something on the ground, falling against Sabo’s bare chest who naturally wraps his hands around you. But without his hands to brace himself, you both tumble back into the bed.

Your wide eyes meet his, and he looks more embarrassed even though you’re the one who fell right on top of him.

“Sorry, that might have been my fault.”

You peak over you shoulder and see his folded clothes a little askew from where your foot caught onto them. Turning back, you see Sabo has found interest elsewhere as his eyes are fixated on your breast that are pushed against his chest.

“You plan that?” You ask with a teasing glint, watching as his attention flicks back to you, not an ounce of embarrassment for being caught.

“If I said yes?”

“I’d be impressed.”

“And if I said no?” He mumbles, eyes hooded and drawn to your mouth.

“I’d say I’m pretty lucky.” You whisper back, leaning closer to his face.

“I think I’m the lucky one.” And then captures your lips in heated kiss, a cupping the back of you head to get the angle just right.

And maybe it’s been a while, or maybe you’re a little desperate for this man specifically, because the second his lips touch yours, you know you’re addicted.

Crawling further up his body you situate both thighs on either side of his groin, rising to your full height with a roll of hips as you pull away from the kiss.

And with the air, Sabo chokes on a gasp and swearing he can feel the heat of your cunt through his briefs. His hands grab at your hips, trying to slow the movement of your grinds.

Your fingers curl around the edge of your skirt, “I remember how much you said you like ruffles.” You chew on your lip watching Sabo’s mouth drop, with a fuck when he sees the blush pink panties you have on peaking from underneath your dress.

There’s row after row of little ruffles from the waist band all the way down to where the little wet spot from your soaked cunt is on display. Sabo swallows thickly, eyes transfixed.

“Well?” You ask, “What do you think?”

“I,” Sabo swallows the lump in his throat while nodding his head up and down, “Yes.”

You giggle at his loss for words, finally able to render the usually so composed man speechless.

“May I?” He asks with hands hovering over your panties. When you nod, he finally lets his fingers trace the hem, from one side of your hip to the next, before repeating the pattern on each ruffle. His fingers reach just above your clit and the delicate touch has you rocking your hips forward.

A whimper falls from your lips and Sabo’s stare drifts up to your face, your eyes clenched shut with your bottom lip sucked between your teeth. His eyes drink in your expression, and he can’t stop his thumb from fully pressing down on your clit.

The sensation is jarring and unexpected, “Ahh!”

A lot happens at once with your eyes flying open and trying to unseat yourself, but Sabo sit ups and wraps an arm around your waist. He pulls you flush against his chest and redoubles the pressure of his fingers adding in the circling of his movements.

Your dampness seeping through the layers of fabric onto his throbbing cock, with your eyes widening and glistening, mouth dropped as you exhale. Sabo breathes in each little pant.

There’s no talking, just your occasional cries and his heavy breathing while you rut against his fingers. How quickly he’s gained the upper hand, pulling your strings like some familiar instrument.

“Sabo!” You cry suddenly, your hand letting go of the fabric to grip at his shoulder. Hoping it can tether you to earth, but it’s useless when his teeth sink into your neck and you feel yourself clench around nothing, slick completely soaking your little panties.

“That’s it.” Sabo groans into your ear, his own cock throbbing with each stutter of your hips. He can feel your panties dampening with each passing second as he pulls more and more pleasure form you, “So good for me, pretty girl.”

You whine at the praise, tightly wrapping yourself around his shoulders while he continues to work you over, exhaustion seeping into your bones.

He finally pulls his hand away, and even though you can’t see it, you hear the sinful sound of him sucking his fingers clean and it sends a heat through your body once more.

But even with the little flare, you’re too fucked out to move and you let Sabo lay you down on the bed. You hear the sound of clothes rustling, and when Sabo returns, face hovering just an inch from yours, you can feel his hardened and bare cock pressing into the meat of your thigh. Slippery with what you’re sure is his precum marking your leg.

“Look at me.” He whispers, cupping your cheeks between his hand, “You want this?”

“Yes.” You answer, you’re roving over every feature on his face. His scar looking so much softer in the dim light of your room.

“Good, me too.” Sabo smiles, letting go of your cheeks. And then you feel his fingers pulling at your panties, and you shift your legs to help. Wanting to speed things up, your own hands start to untie the bows at your chest, trying to make quick work of the bodice.

“No.” Sabo’s hands crush your fingers between his, “Leave it on.” He chokes out, pupils blown wide with desire.

You raise a brow, “Like the ruffles that much?”

And even though Sabo just wrecked your poor body moments ago with an intense orgasm, he still has the audacity to look bashful when you tease.

“I don’t want it to wrinkle.”

“Right.” You roll your eyes, thinking that if his earlier ministrations were any indication of how his fucking will be, you doubt you’ll ever be able to iron some of the impending creases.

His hands run up your legs, feeling the soft skin past your stockings adorn them. And then his fingers are digging into your thighs, lifting them until their almost pushed against your chest, skirt fanning around your tummy making your cunt look like some unwrapped present.

You both moan in unison when his cock runs along your soaked folds, catching at the little bundle of nerves that has you keening.

“Please Sabo.”

His cock rests at your entrance, just barely nudging in, “Say it again.”

“Sabo?” You asks, a haze of pleasure clouding you when he slides an inch in.

“Again.” He growls, regripping your thighs and scooting closer on his knees.

Your hands grab for his shoulders, trying to pull him closer for a kiss, “Sab-ohh!” A cry is ripped from your throat when he bottoms out in one go, filling you completely and splitting you in half.

The little gasps and whimpers fall from your lips on their own as you try to adjust to this pleasurable pressure. And just as you’re comprehending this invasion, Sabo pulls back before thrusting just as harshly with a feral grin.

The sound of fabric ruffling, and the wet slapping fills the room as Sabo starts a brutal pace that has you seeing starts and crying out in pleasure.

And he’s thrilled with the look of ecstasy on your face. The cries you can’t keep in and how you have your eyes screwed shut, unable to even look at him with the way he’s roughly handling your body and how your pretty nails are probably leaving scratches along his shoulder with how deeply you’re cutting into him.

And there’s a far off sound. Something you miss, too consumed with the pleasure thrumming through your veins.

But Sabo stills his movements, cocking his head for a moment, before a devious smile spreads over his face, “Sounds like your roommate’s home.” Your eyes widen and hand flies to your mouth but Sabo intercepts it and moves it back to his shoulder, “I like your hands on me.”

Your eyes shine with confusion, “B… but,” You trail off, unable to articulate your fear.

“Can’t keep quiet, can you?” He asks with faked pity, clearly ingenuine when he pairs the question with a little thrust that has a squeak spilling from your mouth. But he doesn’t miss the way your tight cunt clenches at his words, “Oh?” Sabo raises a brow, “Seems like you don’t mind.”

Sabo rolls his hips with a deliciously slow thrust, causing a deep groan to erupt from your throat. There was nothing you could do to stop it, even as it continues, his words and movements are too much.

Then he pulls out completely, his cock just kissing your entrance before harshly plowing back in with one go. You know Perona is definitely about to hear the scream that will tear from you throat in just a second, and your body should be flushing with shame but you only feel a sharp tingle run down your spine at the thought.

Just as suddenly as Sabo bottomed out in your cunt, something fills your mouth that was wide open.

Eyes flying to Sabo you catch the feral look in his stare, but you’re a little more concerned with the overwhelming taste of yourself. And that’s when you piece it together, he’s stuffed your panties in your mouth to shut you up.

A muffled cry comes from you, and Sabo must anticipate your resistance because he presses the drenched fabric a little deeper until you’re almost choking on them, and then his fingers are bruising into your biceps to keep your arms locked around his neck, “I told you to keep your hands on me, didn’t I?”

His thrusts have been continuing at the same slow and complete withdrawal before harshly seating himself back in, and you can only hold on as he continues this sweet torture with the occasional whimper is stifled through your panties.

“Need you to be quiet, love.” He presses sweet kisses along your cheeks and to where the tears are gathering in your lash line, “Can’t be making a bad impression.” His pace stutters when he pulls out a little too quickly, “Plan on being here every night.” Sabo bites back a groan, eyes glued to where you’re sucking in his cock, “To fill this little cunt. Right?”

“Mhmm.” You nod your head, trying to discreetly roll your hips in time with his, desperate for something faster than this, especially when you’re so close to the edge.

“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to you forearm, “Now don’t move these hands, okay?”

You nod again, fingers sliding to his hair to have something to hold on to, and it must have been the right move because Sabo lets out a deep groan, losing his pace just for a moment. And the twinkle in your eye might be the death of him.

Knowing he won’t last much longer, Sabo hikes one of your legs higher up his hip, the other hand finding your clit and starting a quick pace of circle.

The sensation makes you throw your head back, chest pushed forward and your teeth clench on the wet panties in your mouth, hoping you can hold back the moans that are stuck in your throat.

Sabo can feel you’re close, the tight clenching of your cunt a tell-tale sign of your impending release. With a renewed vigor, his pace quickens and thumb swipes over your clit one last time before you feel yourself fall over the edge once more.

And Sabo thinks you’re really trying to cut off his cock with how tightly you grip him. But after a few more thrusts, he’s pulling out, his hand swiftly taking over on his cock with a few tugs and then spilling himself all over your thighs.

“Fuck.” He groans, cataloging the sight of your drooling cunt and his cum that’s dripping down the flesh of your legs, some of it having landed on your pretty dress he demanded you keep on.

His eyes flick to your face, pleased to see your panties still stuffed in your mouth as you try to calm your heart from the tremendous orgasm that just wrecked your body.

You feel him crawl up your body, hands squeezing reassuringly at your waist before his face comes into view.

“You did so good for me.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling the panties from your mouth. Sabo watches hungrily as you lick your lips, trying to reestablish some moisture in your mouth, his cock painfully twitching at the sight.

Your eyes are still focused on the ceiling before flicking to Sabo who’s laying on his side looking at you, “Wow.”

Sabo flashes you a smile that you’re sure you’re mirroring on your own face, before he pulls you against his bare chest, heart thrumming in your ear.

“Sabo?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you still wearing your pirate socks?” You see his fabric clad toes wiggling at the end of the bed.

A laugh rumble in his chest and you feel a kiss pressed on the crown of your head, “Didn’t want you to feel too overdressed, love.”

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blouisparadise · 2 years

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Upon request, here is a rec list of BL fics that include overstimulation. We hope you enjoy the incredible fics on this list! If you find our rec lists helpful, please show support by liking and reblogging this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Torn Up And Tied, You Free Me | Explicit | 2456 words

Louis pulls out an old UAN-era outfit and Harry can't resist.

2) The Body on the Bed Beckons Forward | Explicit | 32719 words

Harry fucks Louis after the AMAs.

3) Painless With Immense Distance | Explicit | 3793 words

“You know when we talked about kinks and stuff awhile back and you said you wanted to try something?” Harry continues with a devious grin. Louis’s a bit lost and he tries to think about exactly what Harry is thinking about which honestly could be a handful of things.

“Prostate massage?” Harry asks like it’s as common as the sky is blue.

4) Down | Explicit | 4155 words

Sometimes all Harry really wants is to play with Louis' arse.

5) Best Night Ever | Explicit | 4987 words

Louis is a super hot cheerleader and Marcel (omg) is the nerd. Marcel asks him to prom and Louis declines and then says yes after convincing. So on the day of the prom Louis is kind of upset then he sees Marcel. (He looks like normal Harry Styles.) Louis falls a bit in love. Que sweet prom scene. Then Marcel takes him home and fucks him and wow who knew Marcel was so hung and who knew he was a freak in the sheets with a dirty mouth? Que them getting absolutely kinky and filthy.

6) When I Hear Your Cries, Praying For Life. (I Will Be There) | Explicit | 5623 words

Well, I figured we needed Larry birthday sex, soooo.....

7) Google It | Explicit | 6648 words

The boys are interns at Google. They've been deprived of sex for just about five months.

8) Glimpse Of The Silhouettes | Explicit | 7181 words

Harry isn't sure what the rules are for this. It's hard to believe that there are any, that's there's a handbook just waiting for him to buy: why is my best mate getting hard in my lap when I touch his arse?

9) Give It Up To Me | Explicit | 8134 words

"You're going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge," he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

"And?" Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis' arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. "What if I wanted you to?"

10) Lights, Camera, Acción (You Can Be My Daddy) | Explicit | 8855 words

Y-yes, Harry. You can touch me. Please!" Louis pleads and uncrosses his legs. Harry slides his hand up until it's under Louis' skirt, feeling him up.

"C'mon, sit on my lap, little one. You're shaking already," Harry encourages, pulling the boy towards himself. Louis clumsily straddles the older man's lap, his skirt slipping up in the process so it's barely covering his little dick anymore.

11) Making A Splash | Explicit | 9557 words

“You want this?” Harry muses, fisting his cock as he drags his hand lazily up his thick length. Louis eyes the motion and nods his head absentmindedly. “You want to show everyone at this beach how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?”

“M‘your slut,” Louis immediately replies, inching closer, inching closer with his eyes glued on Harry’s glistening cock, precome shining under the sun as it dribbles out his slit.

Harry grins widely and stops the movement of his hand to grip himself at the base again, pushing Louis’ head down. “Show everyone how much of a slut you are.”

12) I'll Carry You Home | Explicit | 10271 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU. Harry's never managed to get Louis into subspace before, but this time they've come up with a plan.

13) Kink Therapy | Explicit | 10855 words

Prompt: Where Louis and Harry don’t know each other but they both have to go to a sex kink therapy group. Harry has a problem where he’s obsessed with sticking random household products inside of people during sex because he gets off on it and Louis has a problem where he’s overly submissive. At the end of the group meeting, Harry convinces Louis to come home with him. They forget everything they learned and their kinks come out. Sub!Louis & Dark!Harry.

14) 'Cause I Can't Come Back Home 'Til They're Singing | Explicit | 13261 words

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23 year old pop star Harry Styles & 19 year old uni student Louis Tomlinson.

15) Your Heart Is Glowing And I'm Crashing Into You | Explicit | 13915 words

Louis swallows slowly, blinking away images of himself lying spread on top of his duvet at home, and the rich chocolate curls falling over the boy’s face as he eagerly stretches Louis open, and God. Louis really has to stop falling in love with every beautiful boy he comes across.

16) The Seed Inside You, Baby, Do You Feel It Growin’ | Explicit | 14793 words

Louis really wants Harry to get him pregnant.

17) Know You Got That Thing (That I Like) | Explicit | 15798 words

In all the ways he thought about their reunion going, watching Louis finger himself open was not on the list.

18) Harry Styles | Mature | 19798 words

Louis is a cashier Harry is a pornstar. Harry goes to Louis’ shop to buy condoms, using it as an excuse to chat up Louis. Louis being the sassy little shit he is, he makes a snarky remark and they end up fucking on the counter. Louis wanks to Harry’s magazines everyday and Harry tops.

19) One of the Beautiful People | Explicit | 24398 words

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Louis is a sparkly go-go dancer on Saturdays. Zayn is his lifelong best friend with benefits. Zayn falls for someone new and Louis' world turns upside down.

20) Put In Them Hours | Explicit | 25009 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU where Louis makes the poor decision of hiring an unfairly attractive assistant. Inspired by Rachel and Tag from Friends.

21) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28663 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets Harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

22) Always Come Back To You | Explicit | 28682 words

“I’ll do it,” Harry offers brightly. No one even blinks. “I’ll do it?”

Louis sighs irritably. “Shut up,” he orders, tossing a pillow in the general direction of Harry’s face. This is a terrible time for jokes, especially Harry’s lame, old people ones.

Not that it was an old people joke. Just that most of the time Harry’s jokes consist of knock-knocks or terrible puns. The type of jokes old people like, Louis’ pretty sure. His nan always finds them hilarious when Harry tells her one.

Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice.

Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer.

“You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.”

23) What's Mine Is Yours To Make Your Own | Explicit | 39919 words | Sequel

Sometimes, the closest Harry ever feels to home is Louis. It's their shared hotel rooms on tour, their shoes toed off in the doorway next to each other, jackets hung on the same post.

It's everything he doesn't notice until it's been taken away from him.

24) Million Dollar Man | Explicit | 47624 words

“I’m putting myself out on a limb here but…” Harry pauses, reaching out to grab a hold of Louis’ hands tentatively. Louis’ a bit taken back, but his hands are so warm and Louis’ hands are so cold from handling the ice in the back. “You shouldn’t have to work in a place like this, I could… I could take care of everything. You can quit here and pursue Broadway full time,” Harry says, voicing quivering and Louis can feel his hands shaking and Louis holds onto them tightly.

“I don’t understand, are you an agent or do you just invest money in young actors?” Louis asks, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he chews on his bottom lip.

“Let me take you out, hm? We can talk more about it. I can pay for your tuition and…” Harry trails off, and Louis gasps quietly, leaning in towards Harry.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you asking to be my… sugar daddy?” Louis asks, lowering his voice and Harry can’t help but chuckle.

“Something like that, yeah,” Harry replies, squeezing the boy’s hands and smiling at his flushed cheeks and innocent expression.

25) Louis Lucas | Explicit | 67999 words

Note: This fic has mentions of TL.

Pornstar!AU. Louis is a pornstar with more issues than he can drink away. Harry is a bisexual singer/songwriter who is desperate to be signed to a major label. Zayn and Liam are Louis's long-suffering best friends (who also happen to be pornstars, and also happen to be dating each other). Niall just wants to play his guitar.

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thehandsresisthim · 3 years

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Taming Tenko - Part 1

Shigaraki Tomura I Shimura Tenko / Female Reader

Part 2 can be found here

Contains: sub shig, dom reader, low-key women-hating shig, college au, quirk less au, masturbation, shig nuts on readers scarf, cock stepping, shig humping against readers feet, humiliation, overstimulation, shig and reader are having fun playing pretend lol

"... and Shimura Tenko will work together.", the professor reads out. Tenko raises his head at the mention of his name, what was this about again- oh, yeah, the dumb project. He's annoyed just thinking about it. Who must he work with again? Maybe it would've been worth it to pay proper attention, but he's had a nice gaming session with a player living overseas last night and the difference in time zones was making him stay up was too late.

Some woman walks over to him - and promptly removes his back pack from the chair next to him, plopping down in its place.

Tenko just stares. If it was a guy, he'd probably say something, but although Tenko isn't very found of women, he often finds himself locking up when talking to one. Hopefully she'll leave soon, this is his last class today and he wants nothing but to go home.

"You're Shimura, right? It's nice to meet you. We'll be working together, I guess."

He just nods, and feels the sweat build up. He really wants to scratch at his neck, but he fears that he might make a fool of himself - and he knows that that'll just paint an even bigger target on his back.

Damn normies. Always pouncing on him just because he's not conventionally attractive - foids had it so much easier than men.

She'd probably make fun of him in her group of friends later on, Tenko wouldn't be surprised if she would spread more rumors. Things like that were one of the reasons why he hated getting close to others.

"That's good. My next class starts in a few minutes, so I have to go soon. Would it be okay to meet up on Friday? There's this Cafe, "Pink Cupcake" which serves really good coffee! And we could study there too. I'm free about 3pm, is that okay with you?"

Jesus, she was talkative. It was probably her gender, or she was trying to make up for how she uncomfortable he made her. That had to be it.

He quickly looks through his calendar, which his eyes had been staring at since she started the poor excuse of a conversation.

"I... It's good. I-I be... there, at the Cafe I mean-, yes it works out fine.", Tenko hates how much his voice wavers when he answers and how he struggles to find the proper words.

"Sounds great, see you then. Bye bye, Shimura." the female says and leaves. He hates how friendly she sounds. Females weren't friendly, he knew it. The bullying he had endured in the past proved this, in his mind.

Only when she's already gone he realizes that he never answered to her goodbye. 'Oh well,' Tenko thinks, 'females don't deserve attention like that.'

+++

Where the fuck was she? He had hurried all the way here, after putting in the effort of finding clean clothes for himself and showering, something he honestly rarely did.

The sign on the Cafe clearly read "pink cupcake" in ridiculously curly found. The interior was caked in pastels, with designs that reminded him of the rococo era.

He felt awfully out of place - he was wearing black jeans, a grey hoodie and old converse his sister had handed down to him.

She probably didn't intend on actually meeting him - she just wanted to humiliate him by making him look like he was stood up.

He feels the anger bubbling up. He put in all this effort, and this whore just ignores him?

He'll just leave. Fuck the pro-

"Shimura? Did you not see me? Come on, I preserved us a spot." he hears your still friendly voice.

Before he can react much, you have pulled him towards a big table. He can see a laptop, decorated with way too many stickers, and a few books.

"I already did some studying earlier on for a different subject. We can start now. Why don't you sit down?"

He follows your suggestion, and sits down on the white, wooden chair. The pillow is a light blue, and it pisses him off for some reason.

He takes out his tablet, and rests it on the table.

"Ok, so, here's everything that needs to be in our presentation. Do you think we could split it into parts, so that we both have different things to do?"

He nods, and throws a look at the instructions on the screen of his tablet.

"I... I'll do section one, three, four and five," he starts, immediately regretting his words. 'That came out way to bossy,' he scolds himself mentally.

'Not that I care about the comfort of some woman', he reminds himself in his head, 'I just want to ensure that she doesn't end up bullying me for being rude.'

"Sounds great. Your previous presentations have always been great, so I'm real happy to be working with you!" she answers.

'Why is she so friendly to me?' he complains in his head, 'dumb bimbo.'

'That sounded genuine,' a part of himself wonders before he can stop it.

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An hour later, both of you having had worked a good amount on the project, you decided to stop and meet up again next week - you had asked him for his number so that you both could text. Flustered, he had written it down and handed the paper to you. It had been the first time a woman had asked him for his number.

As Tenko walks out of the Cafe, he notices two things: firstly, you are walking in the same direction as him, and secondly, he didn't bring a jacket, and the cold air doesn't feel nice. 'Great', he thinks.

You walk right beside him, and he hates how okay he is with it. You both had talked a bit about all kinds of things - he had noticed you had a few games he also played on your laptop, and video games was one of the few things he could talk much about, so he asked about it. You had hit it off from there, noticing a similar taste in many things.

At first, it had bothered him that he had gotten along with a female, but you somehow managed to convince him you were genuine. He could say that he disliked you less than other females, at least.

As you continued to walk, Tenko slowly started trembling. It was really cold, and he found himself jealous of your scarf and warm-looking jacket.

Frustrated, he moved his hands deeper down into his hoodie.

"Are you cold, Shimura?" your voice questions. He glares at you. Why did you insist on being so concerned? Females weren't supposed to care about beta males like him.

"Y... yes, but it's fine." he says, but he still trembles, and you seem to notice.

You shake your head. Tenko freezes - that's it. She hates him now, he must've done something wrong, he'll get bullied again.

"Stay still for a moment, please," you instruct and before he can protest, he feels your warm fingers wrapping your scarf around him. 'It has been directly on her skin, and the warmth due to that is super comforting' he can't help but appreciate the gesture.

"Thank you." he says, and he means it.

'Holy fuck', Tenko remarks in his head, 'her fingers felt so good on my neck.' He'll definitely jerk off to the memory at home. And her smell... It's all over the scarf.

He's grateful that the Hoodie is long enough to cover his crotch - he doesn't want to show just how turned on he is.

The rest of the way home, he can't help but feel like he's in heaven.

As he enters the apartment, he quickly takes his shoes off and then immediately goes into his bedroom, closing the door behind him and locking it.

'Thank goodness I'm home', he thinks and rips of his pants and hoodie, immediately palming his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear.

His brain is flashing images through his mind: you finding out what a pervert he is, and deciding that he needs a punishment, you edging him until he breaks down crying, but still not letting him release, you stepping on his private parts, you keeping him on a leash and calling him mutt...

Tenko can no longer take it - he removes his boxers as well, and grabs your scarf in his lust-driven haze. He didn't think that taking part in a scene like this - pretending to be a little pervert that didn't know you beforehand after your professor had previously mentioned that you and him would be working together - would turn him on this much. "Fuck, mistress, please..."

Here's part two!

#Shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #Tomura shigaraki x reader #Shigaraki x you #Shigaraki x y/n #Shigaraki smut #tomura shigaraki smut #Shigaraki Tomura smut #Bnha smut #Sub shigaraki #Sub shigaraki Tomura #Mha smut #Shigaraki Tomura #Shigaraki #Dom Reader

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lovehotelreservation · 3 years

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Sir, I Am Just a Holmes - My Lord

Summary: The Victorian Era, the Meiji Era--both significant periods within the 19th century. But have you ever heard of the era of The Great Seduction, within which one particular you is in the midst of, surrounded by some of London's and Tokyo's finest bachelors?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Kazuma, slight F!Reader/Barok

NODS YES THIS IS THE TITLE

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It just took some getting used to.

As per your duties as a maid, you were accustomed to graciously abiding by the whims and wishes of your master.

Your Lord’s glorious manor was his temple and it was your task as his disciple to maintain the space.

And who else would insist on having absolute law and order within his own abode than the Reaper of the Old Bailey?

While the occasion to casually fling his bottled vintages around with a murmured apology and barely a half-hearted shrug was more often than not, he was of the mind to never need to tell you twice on anything he tasked you to do.

And how you were ever so eager to fulfill his desires.

Still, it came as a surprise to you to see your Lord return home with a man clothed in a white cloak, his face obscured with an ornate mask.

His identity unknown, his communication restricted to nods, grunts, and a bow, his mannerisms graceful and dignified.

He was to be under the tutelage of your master and would be taking residence at the manor for the meanwhile.

“As though I don’t deal with enough eccentricities already,” came your Lord’s sigh while eyeing his glass of wine later on that same day, one hand idly swirling his drink within its elegant chalice.

You only let out a noise of tender sympathy, if just because the weight of your master’s large gloved hand against the back of your head ensured that you would continue to obediently suck his thick cock while he idled in his study, with you knelt before him where he sat.

His reluctance aside, you were here to follow the will of your Lord.

If his curious apprentice was to live at the manor, you would treat him with the very same hospitality that you would with your master.

It was just a matter of getting used to his silence.

Be it one thing for you to almost drop a plate you were washing within the kitchen in absolute surprise after realizing he was standing behind you, offering his empty tray of food out in a quiet gesture for him to wash his dishes himself.

But it was an entirely other matter to be entangled with your Lord in his study yet again, your maid attire askew and astray by his clawing hands while you were made to bounce upon his lap, pleased squeals escaping your lips as he pounded his cock into your core, right as your eyes caught the familiar flutter of a white cloak from a crack in the door.

It was just a matter of getting used to, but you were determined to have your Lord’s apprentice feel welcome and at home for the duration of his stay.

And so you did your best to stay astute, keeping yourself aware of his presence as need be.

The sound of his footsteps, the draw of his breath, the tug of his cloak.

It was on one particular day when your master had to attend a private meeting with Lord Stronghart at his office, the offhand comment that his apprentice would be staying behind to continue his work reaching your ears as you bid your Lord farewell.

And piquing your interests.

The apprentice was composed and diligent as he remained knelt upon the cushion by his low desk, his attention fully devoted to finishing some reports for your Lord in regards to an upcoming trial even when you approached with tea and cookies for him to enjoy.

Yet he was still a human after all.

Could he have truly resisted the intentional close bend of your body by his side as you leaned forward to pour out his tea, the flutter of your skirt as you breezed by him to draw the curtains to keep the London summer heat away, or the fan of your breath by his ear as you hummed for him to call you if he was in need of more treats?

The answer came crashing onto you by his hand seizing your wrist to drag you down towards him, only to then cup your cheeks as he smashed his lips hungrily onto yours.

A treat he was craving the most.

The handsome stranger knew every aspect to your role as maid within the manor.

And you heartily encouraged him to partake in your hospitality.

Even while still clothed and masked, he was tremendous as he fucked you upon the floor right by his desk, his cock piercing into your core with swift, hammering thrusts.

His grunts, his sighs, his kisses—all so lovely to receive.

He was no Lord van Zieks but he was a stellar class in his own right.

Tangled together upon the floor, your lips unable to break away from one another, the heat of his seed flooding your womb.

How you truly looked forward to becoming better acquainted with him in the days to soon come.

Eventually, the rest of your afternoon together came and went, with your master returning home just in time for supper.

His apprentice had gone to greet him to hand over the reports he was tasked with completing, all fulfilled in record time despite a considerably lengthy break.

At the same time, you went to welcome your Lord with a steaming pot of brewed tea and a tray of freshly baked cookies.

As you devotedly did day after day.

Albeit now with a slight trembling quiver to your step.

Which did not go unnoticed by your master, his cool blue irises immediately locking onto yours.

And by the mischievous glint reflected in your eyes as you turned your gaze over to the apprentice, you were as pleased as could be.

For you were ever delighted to serve your Lords.

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Much like my Mista collection ("Angel Cake") and my Aymeric collection ("Eternal Summer"), this collection will just be updated whenever the inspiration arises owo

praying for time traveling in aa7

#kazuma asougi #kazuma asougi x reader #barok van zieks #barok van zieks x reader #great ace attorney #ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #reader insert #Sir I Am Just a Holmes #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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galraluver · 3 years

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Ok here's a weird one. It's like 7 where I am and I just woke up and my brain was like, "heres some random shit to obsess about. Now go forth!" But anyways, a fem x sendak voltron AU where sendak comes to invade earth but earth is still in the era of pirates and mideval castles and knights n shit like that and the fem is a pirate who's crew was going to raid the Royal Family, but does it at the same time a sendak himself while he's at earth and gets captured.

Seem weird and random yet? Hell yeah it is XD

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That is an interesting idea! I'll try my best, but I'm still kind of dealing with writer's block, so it probably won't be as good as it should. I'm so sorry for making you wait for so long 😅

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When a new planet was detected by the Galra Empire Zarkon sent his most trusted Commanders and their fleets to invade it. With Sendak leading them, they were sure to be successful. Or rather, that's what everyone thought. Sendak was the first to explore the green and blue planet but got captured by a few men who wore shining armor. The knights who caught Sendak thought that he was a monster, so they brought him to a Castle where the King would decide his fate.

Sendak was surprised that, for people who weren't civilized in any kind of way, that they were able to capture and hold him in an iron cage that sat in the throne room. However, before his fate could be decided someone started attacking the Castle. It wasn't the Galra, so he figured that it was other Humans.

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Today you and your crew were going to raid the Castle. Life as a pirate captain's daughter was an exciting life, especially during raids. While the crew were fighting the knights and your parents were raiding the royal family, you went to the throne room in search of anything to steal. You found a few things to steal, but then you noticed a large, mauve cat looking creature in an iron cage. He wore strange looking armor, so you walked over.

"Who and what are you?" You cockily asked as you circled the cage, getting a better look at Sendak.

"I am Emperor Zarkon’s most trusted Commander. My name is Sendak. Who are you?" Sendak questioned, kneeling down so that he was eye level with you.

"The name's Y/n; I'm the daughter of the two toughest pirates known to man." You answered, smirking as you crossed your arms over your white blouse.

"You're just a young girl. What use could you be?" Sendak sneered, thinking that you were lying.

You scoffed, reaching for your musket and shooting the lock on the cage. To Sendak's surprise, you were able to shoot the lock with a primitive weapon; maybe, just maybe, you weren't some weakling.

"Still think that I'm useless?" You asked as you opened the cage door, cocking your right hip.

"No." Sendak replied, standing up and walking out of the cage.

You were shocked at how tall Sendak actually was; he was like a giant. You had to admit that he was very handsome. He was obviously a warrior and that was something you were attracted to.

"Tell me, Sendak, would you like to join the raid my parents, their crew and I are doing? You may keep whatever you like as long as it isn't much." You inquired, quirking an eyebrow.

Sendak was a little surprised that you wanted to join the raid and offered to let him keep whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't take much. Earth didn't seem to have very much to offer as far as resources went, but he figured that he was entitled to some fun. You just stood there, waiting for his answer.

"I suppose I could." Sendak told you, a smirk on his face.

You felt oddly giddy when he said yes to your offer. You never met a man who was like him; you might have ended up having a slight crush on him. Throughout the raid, Sendak actually had a lot of fun with you, even though he would never admit it out loud. He decided that Earth would be his own private vacation destination after he and the others returned to Galra Central Command.

#Sendak #VLD Sendak #Sendak x Reader #Galra #AU

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Work Out the Knots

Notes: Commission piece for @fuu9266. This has the ending to Shadowbringers! Relationship: Thancred Waters x WoL OC [Fuujin Lorelei] Rating: E Summary: After the battle against Hades, Fuujin and the Scions return back to the Crystarium where a party is being thrown to celebrate the return of the night. Thancred slips into her room for a massage and more.

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Thancred takes a long sip of the cold water in his cup as he eyes the other party-goers. A round of cheers erupt from nearby patrons, clinking their mugs before emptying them all in one go. Whoops quickly follow as they watch a dwarf drink another blond-haired hume under the table. It’s the first celebration to mark the beginning of a new era, and the leader of the Crystarium is quick to suggest a party to welcome the night and the heroes’ safe return. Drinks and food are served around the clock as everyone takes advantage of the Exarch’s generosity to eat and drink as if they’ve been given a new life.

As much as he wishes to join them, Urianger’s constant presence has become more than a thorn in his side. The elezen had threatened to share every detail of his past endeavors if he so much as eyed a goblet of ale for a moment too long. How Urianger managed to get his hands on certain details will have to remain a mystery; one he doesn’t want to unravel, at least not tonight. Especially when he is keen on making sure that Fuujin and Ryne don't hear any of his past escapades. While Fuujin knows of some of the things he’s done in the past, now that he’s in a committed relationship with her, he wants to avoid the topic as much as possible.

The hyur searches the area for his favorite miqo’te, only to realize that he can’t even catch a strand of her black hair. He lets out a small huff when he can't spot her at all and settles deeper into his seat. Both Urianger and Y’shtola are quick to pick up his change of demeanor. Any of the Scions could tell how smitten he is with his mood bouncing up and down depending on how long their Warrior has been away. Thancred would become snappy and anxious when Fuujin doesn’t check in right away.

“She is taking the younglings back into their room, Thancred.” ‘Master Matoya’ peeks at him over the brim of her teacup. There is an amused twinkle in her eyes before she glances in the direction of the city’s personal suites. It isn’t hard for him to figure out what she is implying.

He could feel his face grow warmer and warmer as Y’shtola snickered under her breath at his suffering. Deciding he’s too tired to deal with any more teasing, he downs the rest of his cup and turns to leave before the other two could utter a word. “I’ll see myself off.”

Urianger only lets out a sigh as he watches their friend march towards the suits before turning to Y’shtola. “Privy, thus thou provth he?’”

She only flashes him a mischievous look before pouring herself another cup. “It’s no longer our problem.”

Instead of making his way to his own room, his feet brought him to her front door. Thancred raised his hand to knock, hesitating just a moment when he could hear some shuffling inside. He barely managed to get three knocks in before the door swung open to reveal Fuujin, still dressed in her Thavarnian outfit with the bells, gold chains, and arm wrappings removed. It’s an outfit that reminds him of the performers that he’d seen in Limsa.

“Finally had enough for today?” She teased with a smile before stepping aside for him to enter, the miqo’te returning to put away her gear for the day.

“You wouldn’t believe it.”

Thancred lets out an annoyed huff as he nudged the door shut behind him, his eyes never once leaving her form. He’s seen her well over a dozen times in her white dress, not to mention without it, but the effect it has is still prominent. He wishes to reach out, to trace his hand across her back and along her waist, to feel her warmth under his palm; to feel her tan skin pressed against his, her black hair between his fingers, and see her sky-blue eyes grow hazy with pleasure. His own eyes could never stray far from her before they’re naturally pulled back to her form, like a moth drawn to a flame. She entranced him.

He starts to toss off his own gear, setting his cherished gunblade on the table and shrugging off his long coat to hang off the back of a chair. A groan slips out as the heaviness slips off his shoulders. He rolls them in an attempt to relieve himself of some of the pain, not to mention her burning gaze boring into his back.

“Liking what you see, Fuu?” He flexes his arms for good measure despite his muscles protesting, yet the laugh and smile he spots from the corner of his eye is more than enough to make up for it.

“You seem a little tense.” Her fingers press against his shoulders, feeling the knots that have formed there.

“My back is killing me, but nothing a hot shower and a good night’s rest can’t solve.” He spins on his heel and takes her hand, planting a kiss on the back of it. His mischievous grin is met with her own shy smile.

Fuujin taps his chin with her free hand, her head tilting over towards the bed. “Strip and lay down.”

“My dear, Fuujin, I thought you’d never ask.” He received a light slap on his side for his comment. Still, he easily tugs his shirt over his head, giving her a clear view of the muscle he’s built since taking up the gunblade. Thancred falls on his stomach and onto the bed without another word. Fuujin forces herself to look away from his figure to pull out a vial of massage oil, its lavender scent starting to fill the air as she pours the contents onto her hands, spreading the coat around to fully warm it up. She turns back towards him, taking a moment to pause at the sight before her.

The gentle light of the moon shone over every dip and curve of his muscle, highlighting the worn battle scars that he has accumulated over the years as a gunbreaker. His arms are tucked underneath the pillow holding up his chin as Fuujin slowly crawls on top of him, gently balancing herself on his lower back.

Everything slowly melts away as she slathers the excess lotion on him. Her thumbs dig into the tense muscle between his shoulder blades before she flattens her hands and begins rubbing the bones of Thancred’s spine. Underneath her, his hand claws into the bed sheets.

“Twelve, that feels good .” She could feel the deep groan under her palm as she continued to work on his back. Thancred’s shoulders rise and fall with each heavy breath, steady moans slipping out in between. The soothing smell of lavender does little to cool the warmth pooling at the pit of her stomach, like dipping heated metal into water .

Her blue eyes linger at the skin covered by the ends of his hair, and she couldn’t resist her temptation any longer. Leaning forward, with hands pressed firmly against his sides, she placed a hot kiss against the back of his neck. Her ears pick up on the hum of appreciation reverberating in the air, and it sends a shiver down her spine.

Does he know what he’s doing to her?

The air in the room grows warmer with every press of her thumb. Fuujin could not help but lean forward to press her lips against his shoulder blades. She briefly felt him stiffen up before all his tension melted away like ice on a summer’s day. Not hearing any protest, she kisses him again. Over and over, the miqo’te showers him with soft, light kisses as her hands work down into his lower back.

The moan that he let out when she touched a weak spot went straight through her, her own smallclothes growing wet with excitement. She stops just short of the waist of his shorts, instead gripping his sides and kissing up his neck and cheek until she reaches his lips. Her fingers slip past the band and draw circles on his skin as he pushes himself onto his elbows to return the kiss in full force. His tongue dipped between the seam of her lips, touching her own and stealing her breath in a single motion. He took her hand, not caring about the oil that sticks to her skin, his digits gliding across her palm and coating his own with the floral scent.

Thancred nudged her up to her knees before rolling over and laying his back flat against the bed. His tent brushes against her underwear, dragging tentatively across her smalls and sends shivers from her spine to her tail. With his oil slicked finger, he pulls aside her panties and lightly strokes her folds; the sensation making her entire body shudder.

The oil mixes with her juices as the hyur toys with her clit, his index finger purposely tracing around it and ghosting over the nerves with practiced ease that leaves her tingling and wanting. Thancred stares at her face as he continues to tease, taking in the sight of her red cheeks, her gasps, and her fluttering ears. It’s adorable how her body twitches at each motion. He wants to pull her down for a kiss but decides to refrain. It's been a while since he got to see the pleasure written across her face.

He traced painstakingly lower, circling around her entrance one final time before dipping his fingers inside. Thancred’s other hand trailed down to run along the planes of her back before rubbing the fur at the base of her tail. He watched as Fuujin’s face twisted and her mouth fell open to let out a short moan. He has every intention of getting her to sing longer and pull himself up; his lips pressing against her neck as he fondles her tail. His other hand traveled along her side and cupped her breast. A sudden gasp escapes the miqo’te as he rubs her nipple, and her nails dig into his skin.

“T-Thancred,” Fuujin mutters breathlessly.

The hyur could feel his cock twitch at the sound of his name on her lips, and his smallclothes were quickly becoming far, far too tight. He has barely been touched and already she is getting his blood pumping. She is too sultry for her own good.

He pulls away from her neck, their gazes locking with each other as she reopens her sky colored eyes. Fuujin wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself against him and leaving no room to breathe without feeling the other. Their lips crash together in a kiss even hotter than before, with her wasting little time to brush her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. Thancred wraps both of his arms around her waist to stabilize her, and she took the chance to grind her hips against his hardening cock.

“Fuu,” Thancred says between a series of tiny kisses, “I’ll buy you a new pair later.”

A sharp tear echoes through the room as Thancred ripped through the band of her smallclothes like it’s nothing more than paper. The remains are tossed off to the side with little care by the time she realizes what is happening. She knows she should be angry at him for pulling something like that, but it only turned her on even more knowing that he’s as desperate as she is to fuck.

Fuujin glares and smacks his arm. Her cheeks had felt warm already, but now they burn from embarrassment. He added to her shame by chuckling as he tugs down his shorts and pulls his aching member free, his hand spreading the mix of her juices and oil onto his length as he strokes himself from base to tip.

“Don’t pretend as if you didn’t enjoy that,” he teases her while dragging the head against her lower lips. She could feel him perfectly position it at her entrance, her body already quivering with anticipation.

Deciding that he’s taking too long, she pushes to make the first move. Fuujin slowly lowers herself onto his cock, digging her nails into his shoulder to prevent him from moving; the hitch in his breath setting off a small rush of excitement. Ilm by thick ilm, she feels herself stretch to take him in one go. No matter how many times they’ve fucked, she could never get over how full he made her. Thancred’s hand settles on her waist, stroking her smooth skin to soothe her.

Fuuhjin took a moment to calm her nerves, then slowly rolled her hips against his. She drank up every drop of pleasure like water, using it as fuel to push her body to keep going. Her fingers moved from his shoulder to his chest, feeling every flex of his muscles as he restrained himself and the pounding of his heartbeat. Thancred, in turn, didn’t leave any patch of skin uncarressed; holding onto her hips, stroking her thigh, or squeezing her breast. His hands never leaving her as she rode him towards sweet release.

“Keep going, Fuu, you look amazing from down here.” She could feel the rumbling of his voice under her palms. One of his own reached up to play with her chest while the other one urged her to pick up the pace. Impatient, he grabs a hold of her hip and thrusts upward as she comes down, pulling out as she rises up only to bury himself to the hilt again.

Thancred pulls her down and plants a kiss at the top of her head as his pace picks up. Fuujin wraps her arms around his neck to brace herself, with one hand digging into his luscious white locks. Her ears and tail flicker and wiggle in the air at the onslaught of pleasure, her long silky strands tickling his neck and skin like feathers. She tips back her head and chants his name to the ceiling, her legs trembling, fingers knotting into his hair. Thancred wraps his arms around her waist to prevent her from moving far.

He moans into her sensitive ears, sending signals through her entire body, making her feel like a time bomb. Any moment she would come undone, her tail curling and uncurling in the air behind her.

“T-twelves,” Fuujin muttered, her entire body shivering at his groans, “why are you doing that in my ear?”

“Because,” Thancred whispered into her ear in a deep husky tone, “I want you to hear what you do to me.”

Her breath hitched, eyes widened, and ears stood at attention at his words. It gave him easier access to continue his onslaught, his lip lightly gazing at the length of her ear as he lets out a powerful moan. Her own body betrays her as the vibration sends another rush of pleasure that has her curling her toes.

“Now, no more talking,” Thancred growls into her ear, a sharp roll of his hips knocking the breath out of her. “The only thing I want to hear from you is my name .”

With that command, he gripped her hips and pulled out until it was only the tip inside. His head brushes against a bundle of nerves that sends waves of pleasure through her entire body, Fuujin’s back arching and she nearly chokes on her own breath. Her vision goes hazy with desire but she attempts to look at his face. With a swift thrust, he hits the spot again and his own veins fill with liquid fire as he watches the dancer’s body squirm to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Than- Than -” she barely gets her words out before another thrust throws off her train of thought. Every blissful moan encouraged his craving to see her come undone on his cock.

“Sing a little louder, my dear Fuu.” Thancred licks his lips, his eyes dark with lust as the command slips out as easily as he breathes. He removes his hand from her waist to pinch her clit, her back arching further as he stroked the bundle of nerves with practiced ease. He knows her body almost as well as she does; what motions make her gasp, what angle would bring her mind to a halt, and how to make her body tense under his manipulation. All she needs is him - his scent and warmth and the release .

Pleasure ripples through him as he feels her body tighten around him, and he lets out a low moan as he realizes that he is near his breaking point. He tugs her back down towards him, her face pressed into the crook of his neck as he buries his own in her hair. Her body trembles as the vibration of his low, silvery voice fills her ears and sets off every single sensitive nerve she has.

With a final thrust, Thancred fully buried himself inside her, his cock throbbed as he came inside her tight heat. The warmth sent a shiver up her spine. Her chest presses against the hyur as she cums as well; crying out a slurred version of his name.

A quiet moment passes as the two catch their breath and come down from their high. Thancred recovers first and moves to get them settled into the bed, slowly pulling out and laying her down beside him and wrapping a protective arm around her waist. The scent of sex and lavender have taken over the room; anyone would immediately know what they had been up to, but who would attempt to disrupt the hero from her rest after all that she had done?

The muffled cheering and fireworks sound in the distance outside the window. Wordlessly, their eyes grew heavy with sleep. Thancred buries his head in the space on her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent before planting a kiss on her skin. Her tail unconsciously curling around his waist did not go unnoticed by him.

“Sleep well, my dear. You deserve it. ”

#thancred waters #lemon #lemon me this #commission #writing commission #ffxiv

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years

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The Legend of Hana Chapter 82

Warnings: Fluff/Angst?

Rating: SFW

“Wow!” Sora exclaimed as he entered in the next world. Beneath the night sky, there was a ferris wheel, a merry-go-round, a roller coaster racing by directly overhead, and strings of flags and little sparkling lights decorating the grounds. He saw plenty of other things that looked like fun, too. Sora had been to all kinds of worlds, but this was his first time in a bona fide amusement park. Suddenly, he wanted to just run around the whole place. He started to take off, but he was stopped by a familiar voice.

“That Pinocchio--he must have his poor father worried sick.” Sora looked around and finally spotted who the figure was. It was Jiminy! The palm-sized cricket had stayed in Sora’s pocket on his previous travels and provided all sorts of advice. “Still, that little fella's some miracle. Imagine... Mr. Geppetto's wooden puppet, brought to life by the Blue Fairy! She made his wish for a son come true because he's given so much happiness to others. Now Pinocchio needs me to guide him and be his conscience, so maybe one day, he can be a real--Well, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, Jiminy. First, you gotta go find Pinoke.”

“Hey, Jiminy!” Sora called to him. “What’s up?”

The cricket spun around at the voice, looked up at Sora, then cocked his head to one side in confusion.

“Hmm? Who are you? You shouldn't be here, young man!” he said.

“What?” Jiminy didn’t seem to recognize Sora at all. “Are you okay, Jiminy?”

The cricket placed a hand under his chin and thought for a moment.

“Huh? You mean you've heard of me? Well, I'll be. The name Jiminy Cricket's already spread far and wide,” he said. Sora had no idea his real name was Jiminy Cricket. He could tell Hana would make fun of him about it.

“Really, you feeling all right? It's me, Sora!” A bit exasperated, Sora bent over and peered into Jiminy’s face while the cricket was stilled baffled.

“Sora, you say? Gosh, I don't think I recognize ya, but the name does have a familiar ring.” Both Jiminy and Sora fell into thought.

“In the Sleeping Worlds, real time does not flow. Unless one restores the world by waking it from its slumber, it will stay locked in a dream forever. Thus, you may encounter familiar faces...but they are just figments of the dream. In actuality, they are sound asleep--trapped within a world that is also sleeping. What's more, whilst someone may no longer dwell in the real version of a world, dreams may paint a fuller picture, and restore what seems to be missing.”

When Yen Sid was explaining, Sora didn’t really get it, but this was probably the type of situation he was referring to. The real Jiminy wasn’t trapped in this world; he should be with the king and the others, helping to find a way to save Hana and Era. Meaning the Jiminy here now was a figment of the world’s dream, not the Jiminy he knew.

“Oh! Okay,” Sora said to himself.

“What's that? I can't hear ya,” Jiminy said.

“Right... It's very nice to meet you, Jiminy.” Sora greeted the Jiminy of this world again. When he did, Jiminy theatrically swept his silk hat off his head and bowed.

“Well, sure. The feeling's mutual, Sora,” he chuckled. Though they were meeting for the first time, the two of them shared a smile like they had known for ages.

“You can't fool me,” Jiminy said with a smile. “You still think we know each other. And you've just about got me thinkin' it, too.”

He replaced his hat. Perhaps some of the links in his chain of memories remained within him even in this dream world. That reminded Sora that there was something he was curious about.

“Oh yeah. have you seen a girl about my height and long, blonde hair, named Hana? And a boy, also my height, black hair tied in a ponytail, named Era?” he asked. Jiminy thought about it for a moment but shook his head.

“Sorry, I haven’t,” Jiminy replied.

“Oh. So, um, how come you sad I need to get out of here?”

“Hmm, but where was I? Oh, yes, this is a terrible place! Boys here are allowed to wreck things and loaf around and make jackamules of themselves!” Jiminy turned to face the amusement park.

“Jackamules?!” But this place looked like so much fun--did Jiminy really mean that?

“And poor, lost Pinocchio, he wandered in here on my watch,” the cricket stated dejectedly. But then he clapped his hands as he made a realization. “That's right! That's where I musta heard your name, Sora--from my friend Pinoke!”

“He knows me? But how?” Sora asked.

“He said that a woman in elegant clothing told him to play a trick on you. If I don't find Pinoke, he'll turn into a donkey like the rest of the boys.”

“Right. Then let me help you find him, Jiminy.” Sora couldn’t let Pinocchio turn into a donkey.

“Really? I'd be grateful. But how in the world do you know Pinocchio?” If Sora and Jiminy didn’t know each other in this world, it was strange for him to be able to recognize Pinocchio. Sora couldn’t come up with a good response.

“Oh, um...” Just then, he spotted Pinocchio walking through the amusement park. “Hey! Over there, I see him!”

Jiminy leaned in where Sora was pointing and confirmed that he was right.

“Gosh! That is Pinoke!” he said.

“All aboard, Jiminy.” Sora prompted, and the cricket sprang onto his shoulder like always. At least that hadn’t changed between the normal world and this one.

“Take it away!” Jiminy laughed.

“Roger that!” Sora replied. With Jiminy on top of his shoulder, Sora raced down his steps but of course, Dream Eaters got in the way. His Keyblade in hand, Sora charged toward the Dream Eaters, with Meow Wow alongside him, of course. fighting among all the rides and buildings of the amusement park was a bit difficult, but Sora kicked off the walls to give his attacks some extra push. Soon, the Dream Eaters were soon defeated.

“Pinocchio!”

“There you are!” Sora and Jiminy exclaimed together. Pinocchio turned around toward them curiously.

“Pinocchio, it's not safe for you here. Listen to Jiminy and go back to--” Before Sora could finish, Pinocchio turned into a Dream Eater. The Jestabocky.

“Oh my!” Jiminy cried as Sora looked around. Another group of Dream Eaters had them completely surrounded. “Pinocchio” had really been a Nightmare all along.

“Only one way to solve this problem,” Sora said and rushed into the pack of Dream Eaters yet again.

~le time skip~

After defeating the numerous Dream Eaters, Sora and Jiminy had stepped into a tent, where they saw Pinocchio enter. The interior was covered in colorful fabric, and nets surrounded the big, round trampoline in the center that stretched all the way to the ceiling.

“Pinocchio!” Sora and Jiminy cried as they spotted the wooden boy clinging to the netting.

“Jiminy! Help me, Jiminy!” He’d noticed Sora and Jiminy from his perch on a platform near the top of the net. And he was cornered by Dream Eaters!

“Oh my stars above!” Jiminy cried. “We've gotta do something!”

“Okay, I got it covered.” Sora jumped onto the trampoline and arrived next to Pinocchio on the platform in a single bounce. He picked the little boy up, and jumped back down to Jiminy.

“Oh, Pinoke! Look at ya!” Jiminy exclaimed when he saw what had happened to the boy. He had the ears of a donkey, and there was a tail sprouting from his rear end.

“I think, for now, you two better get out of here,” Sora advised the two, and Pinocchio and Jiminy quickly ran to the exit of the tent while Sora took care of the numerous Dream Eaters. Once the last Dream Eater was defeated, Sora started to make his way to the tent exit. But Junko had appeared in front of him before he could.

“You again?” Sora shouted. The Spirit of Despair didn’t react in the slightest. Instead, she smirk and someone else appeared. One of her Remnants. Sonia Nevermind.

“My my, a hollow puppet that's managed to grow a heart. Just imagine that,” Sonia said. A hollow puppet--was she talking about Pinocchio?

“Pinocchio isn't anything like you!” Sora couldn’t keep himself from shouting--but there was a question forming in his heart, and he asked it only a second later. “But if Pinocchio could be given one--shouldn't you be able to have a heart inside you, too?”

Sonia and Junko burst into laughter.

“You think we don’t have hearts?! Oh, that is rich!” Junko cackled as she and Sonia turned away from him.

“However--do not forget that you, yourself, are not so very different from us,” Sonia said, looking back for a few seconds before she vanished thanks to Junko’s magic. Junko disappeared as well. Sora pondered the Remnant’s words for a moment, then realized that he needed to help Pinocchio. When he stepped out of the tent, he didn’t see any sign of them.

“Hello?” he called, and that moment, one of the stars shone brighter and brighter, until it was almost blinding. Sora shut his eyes at the brilliant light. When he opened his eyes, standing before him was the Blue Fairy.

“You must be Sora,” she said.

“Oh. Yes, ma'am.” Sora couldn’t help but stand up straighter as he replied.

“I'm afraid that I have grave news. Good Geppetto went off to look for Pinocchio, and he was swallowed by a whale named Monstro.”

“What?” Sora had met Geppetto once before. He even knew about Monstro. Geppetto had been swallowed by him in the past, too, but that didn’t mean Sora wasn’t still worried. “Have you told Pinocchio and Jiminy about it yet?”

“Yes, and when I told them Geppetto was still alive inside the whale, and at the bottom of the sea, those two little ones ran off at once. They're very determined to save him.”

“But that's crazy! I've gotta find them!” Sora turned away from the fairy and hurried to the cape. When he reached the promontory at the end of the cape, he saw the sea illuminated by a large moon. He took a deep breath and dove into the water. Just then, a sudden, powerful current pulled him along.

“Pinocchio!” He cried. He saw the boy being chased by Monstro but it seemed that something was chasing Monstro as well. Then he saw the giant Dream Eater shaped as a crayfish closing in on the whale from behind. The Chill Clawbster. “Pinocchio! Jiminy!”

Sora tired his best to swim over to Pinocchio and Jiminy, but Monstro had swallowed the two whole. Meanwhile the Chill Clawbster cast spell from his claw. The spell froze the waster with Monstro inside. Sora swam over to the frozen whale and climbed on top of him to face the Chill Clawbster. Sora had managed to free Monstro from his frozen imprisonment. That very moment, Monstro had let out a huge sneeze, sending Sora flying. When Sora came to, he saw that Meow Wow had woke him up. This was a Dream World, not the real one. Soon, this world will be consumed by Darkness, and Monstro will be sent to the Ocean Between with Pinocchio and the others. Sora would meet Pinocchio in Traverse Town, and after that, would help save Geppetto. This was a never-ending dream. If Sora didn’t wake up, he would never be able to return to the real world. When he gazed up at the sky, he saw a Keyhole waiting for him. He undid the lock and moved onto the next world.

☽✧☽✧

Riku instantly recognized where he had landed but Lily was confused. She had never been here before. What was this place?

“This is--” Riku said. Before Lily could ask where they were, someone had shouted.

“Pinocchio! Son! Where have you run off to?” It sounded like an old man. Riku knew that voice too--it was Geppetto’s.

“We’re in Monstro’s mouth,” Riku said to Lily.

“Mouth?!” Lily asked, shocked. Riku nodded and called out to old Geppetto.

“What's the matter?” he asked Geppetto as he was holding his head in his hands.

“Huh?” he asked, looking up. “Goodness, who are you?”

“Riku.”

“I’m Lily.”

“Oh, Riku and Lily. Seems you two were swallowed up by Monstro just like the rest of us. My name is Geppetto, and I’m looking for my son, Pinocchio,” the gent stated sadly.

“Pinocchio's gone missing?” Riku asked.

“ I'm afraid so. After all my searching, I found him here in the whale. But then he ran off again to who-knows-where.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking. But, who’s this Pinocchio?” Lily asked. Riku leaned over to her and told her about Pinocchio and what happened the last time he was here. Lily soon got the idea and turned back toward Geppetto. “Mister Geppetto, let us go look for your son.”

“You would do that? Thank you. Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Leave it to us,” Riku replied, ready to go. That was when he and Lily heard a voice that they knew.

“Did ya say you were really going to help us find Pinocchio?” It was Jiminy!

“Jiminy?” Riku and Lily asked. The cricket looked quizzically at the two.

“Huh? That's right--name's Jiminy! Jiminy Cricket. But shucks, have we met?”

“No--you know, never mind,” Riku said. Jiminy seemed confused when Riku brushed off the question but didn’t press the matter.

“Hmm, if you say so. Anyway, Pinocchio comes first,” he said.

“Right. Any idea where he went?” Lily asked. Jiminy probably knew where the boy went.

“Well, I'm almost certain he wandered off with a stranger,” the cricket said.

“Can you describe them?”

“Hmm...I remember he was dressed in a black coat.” Riku and Lily’s face darkened. On their past journey, the two had started to associate the black coat with one group: Organization XIII. But that group was Yui, Roxy, Rumi, and Hana’s family. And Xemnas is back to normal. What was happening now?

“Thanks,” Riku said. When he and Lily turned around, Jiminy hopped onto Riku’s shoulder. “Huh?”

“Well, I'm goin' with ya. Pinocchio's gonna need his conscience, and that's where I come in,” Jiminy said. Riku and Lily smiled at the cricket.

“You should hide in Riku’s pocket if we run into trouble. And in case Akaya tries to eat you as a snack,” Lily teased as Akaya sat on top of her head.

“If you insist!” And with that, Jiminy dove into Riku’s pocket. With that, the three set off from Monstro’s mouth to his gullet, taking care of Dream Eaters along the way. After making their way through Monstro’s stomach, Jiminy hopped out and spotted Pinocchio, who was following the man in the black coat.

“Pinocchio!”

“Jiminy!” Pinocchio shouted over his shoulder.

“Let him go now!” Lily shouted. The man nudged Pinocchio’s back with a hand, urging him forward. The boy and Jiminy ran to each other.

“Thank goodness,” Jiminy sighed. “Are you all right? Riku and I looked for ya everywhere.”

“Uh-huh. I'm just fine.” Pinocchio’s face suddenly fell. “Sorry, Jiminy. I messed up real bad. You and Father must have been so worried about me.”

Jiminy smiled at the sincere apology.

“Why, Pinocchio, I think ya just might be finally startin' to learn,” he said as his eyes were starting to well up with joyful tears. Satisfied that both of them were safe, Riku and Lily approached the person in the black coat.

“Who are you?” Riku asked. Instead of replying the stranger removed his hood. “Me?”

The face was none other than his own, which freaked Lily out a bit, but not as much as Riku. The Riku in the black coat opened a Corridor of Darkness and vanished into it. Riku tried to chase after him, but he was too late.

“As I live and breathe...”Jiminy gasped nervously. He’d seen the whole thing.

“That was my...my dark side. I gave in to the darkness once. And ever since, it's chased me around in one form or another. The Seeker of Darkness who stole my body...a puppet replica of the shadows in my heart...and now, I'm facing me.”

“Your dark side?” Lily asked. Pinocchio came alongside Riku and looked up.

“Gee, Riku, don't you have a Jiminy like I do? He's my conscience. He's taught me all kinds of important stuff. Maybe you just need somebody to show you what's right and wrong,” he said. Jiminy hopped onto Pinocchio’s shoulder as he looked into Riku’s face.

“Sure. You can't shoulder all your problems alone, ya know. You must have somebody--a friend you can talk to?” he said.

“Yeah. There’s always Yui. I’m sure she can understand,” Lily said. Riku smiled at the thought of his Fire Spirit girlfriend.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said.

“Gee whiz...I wish I had lots of good friends,” Pinocchio said with envy.

“You will, Pinocchio. More than you can count,” Jiminy reassured him as he twirled his umbrella. At that moment, the world shook with what sounded like a howl.

“What now?” Lily asked. Something was on the loose farther in.

“Pinocchio, Jiminy, you should head back. Lily and I will see what's shaking things up,” Riku said.

“Okay!” they both cried together. Riku and Lily made sure the two were headed toward Monstro’s mouth before setting out in the opposite direction. The moment they made it into what was possibly the whale’s intestines, the giant Dream Eater, the Char Clawbster, in front of them attacked as if it had been waiting for their arrival. Riku and Lily summoned their Keyblades along with their animal friends and took down the large Dream Eater. Meanwhile, Pinocchio rushed over to his father, Geppetto. The old man spread his arms and took his boy in an embrace, both of them overjoyed.

“The world was freed from darkness, but has yet to wake from it,” Riku said. Meaning this world was trapped within a never-ending dream. Just then, a Keyhole leading to another world rose up before Riku and Lily. They held up their Keyblades, opened the door, and proceeded to the realm that lay beyond.

#hana imagines #hana kingdom hearts #hana kh #Hana #lily imagines #lily kingdom hearts #lily kh #lily #kingdom hearts #kingdomhearts #kingdom hearts imagine #kingdom hearts imagines #kingdom hearts oc #kingdom hearts original character #kingdomhearts imagines #kingdomhearts imagine #kingdomhearts oc #kingdomhearts original character

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19 for spots to kiss?

19: a kiss on the side of the neck.

This is a continuation of prompt 29 which you can find here: link

Rated too hawt for tumblr bc smut so again, it’s under the read more line.

Kagome eyed him with confusion. Since when had the mighty Lord Sesshoumaru deigned to proposition her with anything? She'd had scattered conversations with him since returning from her era but they weren't exactly 'friends.'

Still, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't intrigued.

"I'm listening."

His lips twitched. "Clearly you are dissatisfied with your first sexual experience. I, therefore, extend the offer to bed you."

Kagome choked on her own spit. "E-excuse me?!"

"You are excused."

"No, I mean- why would you ever offer me that?"

He looked rather magnanimous, sipping his saké with relaxed features. "No reason. I desire company tonight. If you are not averse to it, then accept."

He said it so simply. As if he extended such offers every day. Maybe he did. He had the looks and status to do so.

Sesshoumaru's mouth turned down. "This one does not offer such things easily."

Kagome jolted, wondering if he was a mind reader. "O-of course not," she took a moment to steady herself, considering. "But don't you hate humans? I mean, I know you don't hate all of us, since you care about Rin and Kohaku. This is another thing entirely though."

Sesshoumaru inspected perfect nails boredly. "By no means will I ever revere humans as a whole. However, 'hate' is a strong word. Putting that aside, my business is not with the human race tonight, it is with you," his attention slid back to her. "And past interaction between us hints to me that we would be...compatible in the bedroom."

Kagome felt faint. Like those swooning women in period piece movies. Except she wasn't swooning from any crush, more like her corset was too tight.

"Oh really?" she said thinly. "What tipped you off? The arrow I sent to your face?"

"Partly."

"HUH?"

His brow rose as he gave an indulgent chuckle, "power calls to power. You were a brat- but so was this one, to an extent. I desire strength, beauty and will. Are these not qualities you possess?"

Heat bloomed upon her cheeks and Kagome reeled. She couldn't believe she was seriously considering it. Inuyasha would be hurt if he found out. Kagome frowned and curled her hands resting upon her knees into fists. 'It's not as though he has any say in this.'

There was one thing still bothering her though. "If I agree to this, would it happen just once?"

Golden eyes visibly darkened as a foreign expression tightened his jaw, muscles becoming tense. Kagome almost thought she'd angered him before a velvety tone revealed his true emotion; "this agreement may happen as many times as we wish. Over a period of time. Weeks, months if need be."

He was hungry. She realised. Into it. Into her? "S-slow down! We don't even know if we'll enjoy it enough to do it again yet!" she squeaked. "Besides...a secret fling, no strings attached…" Kagome had never thought she'd be the type. "Using you for pleasure, is that really fair to you?" she murmured.

Sesshoumaru let out a noise of frustration, and she found her vision swallowed by silver as her back hit plush furs, sinking into their cloud-like softness as he bent close. His body had never been so near. She could practically feel the heat radiating off him.

"Must you be so vexing?" dark tones purred, a nose grazing hers. "This arrangement is mutually beneficial. We both take. Moreover-" claws skimmed Kagome's waist- her damp sweater clinging to her frame. She shivered violently, heart stuttering. "I am a demon. There is no danger of wounding me emotionally- for I am beyond your reach. So be selfish. Greedy. Be every ugly thing you have repressed, miko- for it can exist here without repercussions. That is what it means to indulge baser urges."

Inexplicably, tears pricked Kagome's eyes again. It was the strangest thing anyone had ever said to her. But wonderfully attractive. She wanted it. She wanted to massage her wounded ego with wicked lips and all the licentious attention he could offer.

Carefully, as though raising a tentative hand to a wild animal, Kagome lifted her palm. Touching his striped cheek and feeling its warm smoothness, the contours of his handsome face- she exhaled in a rush, acknowledging the true weight of the action. "So it's...it's just casual?"

Pale, long lashes slid half shut. Sesshoumaru leaned a little closer but ultimately waited for her to make the first move. "Just casual."

Kagome nodded slowly and brought another hand to his shoulder, feeling the muscle there, before hesitantly pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

She felt him swallow against her lips. Those claws at her waist bit in through the thick material. Lifting her head- Kagome accepted his heated kiss, falling deeper into the mass of endless furs.

They were not gentle nor sweet that first time. Rather, there had been an endless blur of fangs scraping, sinking into flesh- nails dragging and lips colliding in desperate fervour.

Kagome's legs locked around his waist, back arched and chest bared when she surfaced a moment from their lust ridden haze to note the bizarreness of watching Sesshoumaru lick and suckle at her nipple. She tangled shaking hands in sublime hair and rocked her hips needily against his.

"Do it now- don't mess around," she grit out, soaked from a few ministrations of his fingers. Kagome never thought the day would come when she'd dismiss foreplay. But the demon tortuously undid her, cruelly denying her by coaxing desire higher and higher- her thighs were hitched up over broad shoulders as a sinuous tongue lapped and roved and played inside her.

Kagome choked and sobbed her rapture, trembling beneath him as she came against his mouth.

Blue eyes flashed then and the miko yanked her legs away, squirming and righting herself. Sesshoumaru blinked- before he was shoved back. Kagome stood with him, placing a hand on his chest.

"You said I could be selfish," she grit out, red-faced. "Why didn't you just take me as I asked?"

His lips- covered in a faint sheen of her juices- curved up at the edges. He licked them slowly, slit pupils dilated. "This one also said our symbiotic relationship would benefit me as well. I am also allowed to be selfish."

Growling, Kagome grabbed his shoulders for leverage, dragging him down to her mouth and kissing him hard. She bit his bottom lip and sucked, tasting herself lewdly. Sesshoumaru shuddered and panted, cock straining against her.

The miko pushed herself up on her tiptoes and wrapped both legs around his waist, forcing him to stagger back just as the carriage lurched mid-air from a harsh gust of wind. This resulted in them careening back- Sesshoumaru landing against the shutter that burst open, letting cool night air swamp their rutting bodies. Hands scrambled and pushed clothing aside- the demon sinking inside her with some difficulty despite how slick she'd been rendered.

Twin groans were stifled in each other's necks. Kagome had never once been so overcome with lust that she disregarded everything- didn't pause to shut away the chilly draft, didn't wait to ask permission to begin- her hips greedily moved of their own accord. She sank herself down on him and let out a keening noise, mouth falling open.

"C-call my name," she blushed, gritting her teeth. "Please say my name."

His hands locked beneath her thighs to keep her in place, back against the partially open shutter. Sesshoumaru hissed and snarled, his own hips undulating with hers.

Cruel lips pressed against the hollow of her throat. "Kagome," he breathed and kept on repeating it like a mantra.

Something wounded and fragile unfurled within her heart.

It wasn't like how it had been with her ex. In fact, Kagome wagered the powerful thrusts and erotic graze of sharp teeth had ruined human men for her forever. Only demons would likely satisfy her now unless she wanted a life of paltry blunt canines and smooth nails with no dark aura to latch onto. His youki practically drowned her, seeping down her throat and causing her to choke and push out holy powers.

Hands scarred with marks from archery slid over his chest, leaving trails of steam. Sesshoumaru groaned- gaze flashing red, and their harsh, frantic movements combined with lusty cries reached a crescendo. He pushed her down to the floor and slammed inside her to the hilt. Kagome threw her head back, screaming.

The rest was mildly difficult to remember. She was fairly certain, however, that golden eyes had been surprisingly gentle when he'd caught her glazed blue gaze once more. It was only later, when he dropped her off at the edge of Inuyasha Forest, that Kagome pointed out his missing earring.

Sesshoumaru had hummed, removing his remaining pale one and handing it over to her.

Kagome understood what it meant. An agreement, a promise that this was theirs; and theirs alone.

#sesskag #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #prompts #At this point I'm just having Sess worship Kagome bc clearly someone needs to. Friggin sequel.

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 11)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

CHAPTER 10.1

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Men couldn't really be trusted with a girl who had her first menstruation especially in their dimension because their hunches could get a good laugh out of you; suggesting that Cirilla has been attacked by some beast. Feelings are shown and couldn't be avoided, however; after the Djinn incident, it seems like those feelings turn into cravings that seem to be voracious for you and Geralt.

Warnings: Sexual implications. (But, still no smut. I'm frustrating myself in this one) Mention of breasts. Ha! Geralt being one enchanted and cheeky lil' shit. (Ya’ hot witcher 😫😘🥰😒) Reader being one innocent, naive lil' shit as well. Jaskier and Geralt being idiots. Cirilla being our soft baby. Mention of coochie. Honeypot slang also means vajayjay. The menstruation talk. Blood. Also mention of WOW characters and LOL.

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A/N: 💖 Thank you for all the positive feedbacks I've received from this fic of mine! This is quite long but I hope you'll love it because I did! Hehehehhe! Thank you to @uncoolcloudyhead because she has told me about the menstruation idea and I actually liked it so here it is! THANK YOU, BB'S! Also, this is prolly my bday update for Henry Cavill! (It’s already May 5 in my time, so...Heehehe) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVEYYYY! *CRIES* WHERE YOU AT? WE STILL HAVE BABIES TO MAKE, HENRY. 😭😭👶😭😫🥰😂😂😂

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Random familiar voices came echoing outside the room. The sun was shining, in a way that got you groaning because it was attacking your face in full blast. There were ravens standing on the edge of the windows, chirping quietly as a form of your alarm. You've straightened your arms to reach for a certain person who had slept beside you, but you've tapped the mattress to feel the cold white sheets, informing you that he had already been up for hours.

You were alone. Again. Well, it wasn't like you and Geralt had a rule to not leave the bed when the other hasn't yet nor did you both have some sort of relationship that gives you that kind of priority.

The loud exclaims began to echo louder, lifting your back to squint your eyes and scrub them with the back of your knuckles; swiping off the morning glory that has been stuck on your eyelashes. You've heard the panicked voice of Cirilla down stairs as you rested your back on the headboard, listening to their talk, "I'm bleeding, Geralt. Why am I bleeding?!"

Then, Jaskier's voice resonated next, "She needs a healer!" pause. "What beast must attack her in such a delicate part of a child?!"

The witcher woke up with Cirilla never leaving her bed. He'd knocked on her door three times because they had training today before he'd heard her screech so loud, throwing the sheets away to see her bed with blood.

Shock was the least to describe Geralt's expression, he was utterly floored when he realized that their house has been invaded by some type of beast that devours a woman's delicate pearls. He deeply tried to search inside his head for whatever was close enough to be too sleek that he hadn't heard the monster enter their house nor did he even got the gist of its smell.

The monster was technically too good or maybe somehow idiotic as well because of how it probably only bitten Cirilla in between her legs.

"Jaskier, calm down." Geralt deeply rumbled, eyebrows tightly creased to the extent of thinking too much. The bard huffed to himself, crossing his arms in a snobbish way to watch Geralt leaning on their new dining table, hands flat as he had his head dropped down, thoroughly thinking it through.

"You're panicking as well because you've been too distracted with your delightful slumber with your midget that you were slacking and your witcher senses were unrealiable because of your protective fingers threading along the scented locks of her hair---"

The witcher snapped his head back to see Jaskier forming flowery sentences about what he saw last night. Though, he processed it and simply to say that he peeked through his room to see you and Geralt cuddled in each other's arms, "Did you enter my chambers?"

Jaskier looked around to see who he was talking to, but see no one and muttered an answer devoid of guile, "No?"

Geralt roughly growled, his nose scrunched in ferocity as he gave the bard a sharp glint of his cat-eyes. He should've left the door locked last night, "I'm locking the door next time. You can't be trusted anymore, bard."

The bard had a smug look on his face, a winning grin because of how he had caught the witcher red-handed. Geralt gave him a subtle roll of his eyes; ignoring the gloat etching his features.

The princess of Cintra stood in the middle of the kitchen, her beige silky night gown all bloody from her thighs down to her feet like there has been bloody murder. She was cocking her head in a way that tells she was wondering what has happened and why she feels no pain other than the part of her lower belly.

"Geralt, the only thing hurting is my stomach. What beast was it?"

"I...don't know," the witcher sincerely murmured, sighing a loud one as he straightened his back and stood tall, his amber eyes scanning Cirilla from head to foot to see what else was wrong; though, she appeared to be utterly normal, "---If it was a beast, then it is too conniving to have invaded our home,"

You cautiously took a trek down the stairs, your soft pitter-patters along the wooden staircase can be heard by the witcher as he instantly snapped his head to where you're coming from. Howbeit, before even jumping on the last step, you've took a sneaky peak at the family; head out in the open as your eyes immediately saw questioning amber eyes that held softness beneath the glow while Cirilla and Jaskier has been arguing.

What a wonderful sight to wake up in the morning; maybe having your three wishes from the djinn can be worthwhile when having Geralt look at you with a hint of such tenderness; stirring warmth growing in your belly.

You've raised a hand to give him a little wave before receiving a surprising small beam from the witcher himself as it was completely out of the blue; you've expected him to arch a brow or scowl but today seemed like a better day than he had prior to the mornings before.

Jaskier continued to deliver his tirades, palms spread out to exclaim Cirilla's current condition that knocked down all their feathers first thing in the morning, "Oh, dear gods! You looked like you were stabbed--stabbed in the---"

When you've suddenly emerged from the staircase and in the guise of being sardonic, your face was apathetic as you sarcastically muttered; pacing through the middle of the kitchen and interrupting their panic attacks, "This is why men can't handle a child alone; more so, a woman especially in times like this,"

From the moment you've seen Cirilla and that blood trailing down her legs, staining her night gown; you instantly knew what was happening. It was a natural circumstance in the lives of women.

Cirilla was having her first ever menstruation and these men were thinking of other worst case scenarios that made you wince from how uneducated they were about a menstrual cycle of a woman.

"Midget." You've heard Geralt acknowledged your presence, those butterflies in your stomach twerking from his gaze that rested upon your face; yet you tried your best to appear like he wasn't giving you any effect.

Probably too late for trying to let him know that you weren't that into him because you actually were. Big Time.

You were head over heels for the amber eyed witcher; even feeling a lot more after you've wished to a genie.

You bashfully bit the insides of your cheeks, clearing your throat to retain from squealing by how the witcher was trying to melt you with his peepers, "Tell me what beast it is," a demand was sent to the bard who gave you both rogueish looks when he glanced at the witcher who kept on staring like he was smitten with you.

The bard couldn't help but try to bite his tongue from saying any mockery to the both of you because there was a serious situation at hand, "Ughm. We've had hunches about a Nightwraith because it has been a full moon last night," Jaskier explained, holding his cup of water on one hand while the other was used as gestures as he continued to widen the scope further, "---Also, they appear in meadows or fields, and apparently we are in one. Right, Geralt?"

Jaskier glanced at the witcher, his forehead furrowed in seeing the witcher who still has his gaze fixated on you. The latter only gave him a pleasant hum to answer his question; never sparing him a glance.

"Hmm."

In which, Jaskier couldn't help but dramatically roll his eyes at Geralt from not being able to keep his eyes away from you, "Oh. Oh-no-no-no-no, here he goes again,"

You've clicked your tongue, trying to hide the blush from the witcher as you turned your heel a little and angled till you were face front with Cirilla and Jaskier, your side-profile only being seen by the man who kept his eyes solely on you like he was trying not to let you get away from his line of vision.

Oh, dear. He was utterly making your insides go in a twist.

"Nightwraiths eat women's coochies?" you lightly snorted, biting your lips to keep yourself from laughing out loud by how clueless Jaskier was.

He slanted his head to the side, thinking what you actually meant and raised a hand, "I eat coochies," pause. You've snorted another one, louder than you had before as Cirilla was looking at the bard like he'd transformed into something else, "I mean, you were referring to cookies right?" Jaskier subtly pointed to the witcher beside you.

"---Geralt does too,"

Your snorts were suddenly ceased all of a sudden when the bard pointed to the witcher who still had his eyes fixated on you. The snort died down and so was the smile that was about to creep up your face at the realization and memories that Jaskier and the lady in the marketplace said that he'd bedded a lot of women already, only does his whores in brothels and actually thought he'll live like that forever.

Huh. So much for the hoity-toity. Geralt was a fuck boy in his dimension. He's a fuck boy, you needed to remember that. Do not relish in the thirst. Do not. Not today. Not ever.

Fuck boys are assholes. But, if it were boys looking like Geralt...then, why not the lucky impaling?

You cleared your throat and push those thoughts away, "I bet he really does. No doubt," a nasal, sarcastic response was enough for Geralt to give the bard a glare of his cat-eyes. He sensed the hostility when Jaskier has said whatever he did, and the small frown etched on your face was no good.

The bard gave him a shrug, eyes all guileless and questioning.

You crossed your arms in front of everyone, masking up the prior disappointment and insecurity with a small, teasing smile, "What's the next theory? Sylvannas Windrunner? Illidan Stormrage? any world of warcraft characters? Or maybe league of legends too?"

Jaskier was expressive as he bellowed, "Gibberish. Utter gibberish, Small rat. We do not speak alien language,"

"You know aliens?" you blinked in surprise, eyeing the bard with a look of antonishment for even knowing what an alien is before he began to take it back, "I don't know, did I say aliens?"

You've narrowed your eyes at the troubadour, trying to see if he knew what he was saying but see none but only a confused epic teller. One tap, two taps on your arm and you gave a tiny beam at everyone, giving each a look of reassurance as your gaze lasted longer when you've passed by Geralt and then Kolby who was crouched under the living room table.

They've waited for your answer, patiently and intrigued by what they could learn from a person who lived in another dimension. You gave a soft sigh before grinning like a cheshire cat, "You are panicking over a girl having her period,"

Thus, your explanation made their foreheads crease a lot more as they couldn't understand.

"Do you both trust me?" you've given Jaskier and Geralt a look. The witcher gruffly answered in a jiffy, quick as a wink when he did so; leaving Jaskier to give him the craziest expression he could create.

"I do."

"We don't especially when you came from another dimension---" he gave his friend a double take, feigning the stun and offence as he brought a hand to his chest like he broke his heart, "---A traitor you are, Geralt!"

You gave the bard a crooked grin, shaking your shoulders to infuriate him, "It seems like your witcher trusts me enough, Jaskier."

He crossed his arms like a braggart, loudly huffing to his disappointment and shaking his head in consternation, "Oh, I swear he's acting like the dunderhead he is again. Next thing you know, he's as cold as a dead Alghoul's bum,"

A quick trudge towards Cirilla, you've gently held onto her shoulders; giving her a genial gaze of your eyes as she eyed you back skeptically.

"Cirilla, you need a warm bath. You feel uncomfortable, correct?" in consequence to your question, she'd felt another blood flow down her thighs, making her squirm from how uncomfortable it felt. It's like an endless stream that she couldn't handle, "I want the blood to stop, it doesn't cease!"

You gave her arm a gentle pat, trying to dispel her fears and perturbation about periods, "Don't panic. That's normal. I also do get that because I'm a woman. I prolly would soon. We get it every month, alright?"

Jaskier paced towards where Geralt was; regarding what seem to be a captivated witcher who was watching you handle Cirilla like a mother.

"Geralt." the minstrel tried to catch his attention, yet he paid no heed as Geralt was likely and certainly giving you the heart eyes already, "---I thought I may never see you acting like this again but this is perfect for bribery and another marvelous epic to be written. Geralt of Rivia, thoroughly under the rat's spell as you may see fit, looking like the witcher would give her the sun, an eye of a dragon, a dead body of a Golum or the moon if she wanted to," his bard of a friend scoffed, finding humor from the doting Butcher of Blaviken.

Geralt turned a blind eye from Jaskier's jeers. His expression lethargic as he continued to gawk.

"Why? Why must I be born as a lady?!" Cirilla fumed out of nowhere, slightly growling to whatever mischances she have gotten.

The rhymist threw an arm around the smitten witcher, his silence humoring him to the bones as he snorted, "You can ask Pavetta and Duny on that,"

Cirilla of Cintra gave him a lour as you bunched the hem of her nightgown, bringing the ends of it in a degree that let you saw the small pool of blood she created. Obviously, there were no napkins in their time if the men in the household don't even know what a period is. You tried to think how you would get one when you remembered those DIY menstrual pads in Pinterest that you have saved in your phone; maybe making one would be nice, "Will you get me new clothes for Cirilla? Let's give you a bath, shall we? I'll also try to create something that can help the blood from dripping,"

The request was sent to Jaskier, since he wouldn't be frugal for any help that was asked. Though, you were moved and taken aback when you've instantly saw Geralt stepping out of the ground he was rooted on and literally given effort to your demands.

He was certainly giving you wonders that will never cease in each passing day.

"I can get that---" the bard stumbled when Geralt moved away to your command, puffing out a breath as it gave his heart a jump, "---Oh. Geralt's doing it already, you're quite helpful today, witcher. You're very much appreciated!" he loudly tattled, watching Geralt evaporate from the walls of the staircase.

The bard snickered; giving you a shit eating grin, "The power of honeypot can be quite impressive, don't you think?"

You've gave him a baffled glance, tilting your head in wonder. Honeypot. You thought in the back of your mind, it sounded nice and scrumptious to your ears and so you left it at that; sending the bard a twinkle of your smile and an ingenuous flicker of your eyes because you didn't understand him and his references but chose to be kind.

"Maybe it is quite impressive, Jaskier."

You were gobsmacked to see a room that had a largely square in-built bath tub nailed to the floor of the room; like a bath house back in the medieval times. You've crouched beside the undressed princess, mindlessly tapping the floor with your index finger as you waited. They seem to be bold in terms of their body; thinking she would dismiss you once she was unclad from her night gown but alas, Cirilla wanted you with her. Not that you mind because she was also a woman and maybe she was just very much comfortable with you.

"I must say, you like Geralt?" she uttered, very straight to the point as you stopped tapping on the marble floors. You've heard a splash and realized she was already washing the milk away from her skin.

That question. Do you want her to know your honest thoughts?

"Oh--what?! yes, I mean--no. Yes?" you sheepishly stuttered, swallowing your embarrassment down your throat because it was that obvious to the eyes of people.

Cirilla quietly giggled from your bashful reaction; finding it funny that you were that shy enough to tell her.

"You always blush. Always clumsy and fidgeting whenever he's around. It tells me how much you like him when he could get you acting weird like that,"

You bit your lip, feeling the heebie-jeebies come around because of the topic at hand, "I think he likes you too," she surprisingly revealed, scrubbing some Epsom salt around her skin.

The abrupt presumption made your heart skip a beat. That wouldn't be possible especially that you were...you. A weird, insecure, small woman who came from another dimension wouldn't be liked by a dashing witcher. You expected nothing with the affection you had for Geralt, your hopes always on the low to keep the disappointments lesser and the pain more tolerable.

Besides, you were useless. A midget who held no strength nor magic within you. Your existence would certainly only be a burden for the witcher, so expecting fondness from him was the least of your worries.

You were happy this way, just seeing or having the witcher around before he sends the cargo off to her rightful dimension.

Cirilla was unaware of your frown as you crouched behind her, she continued to tell her findings out in the open; oblivious of how your self-doubt was starting to eat you up alive, "Geralt can be quite unscrupulous by bedding tons of women in brothels,"

You studied her from behind, forcing a smile at the honest facts you've received since the day you've arrived, "Who'd given you that talk?"

"Jaskier. He tells them whenever he's drunk. You couldn't trust the bard with your secrets, he tells them in the midst of his intoxication,"

"Yet, he didn't give you the period talk. Nobody did, even though they knew what it was and just chose to act like idiots," Your mouth fell into a tight, thin line. Obvious that you were dismayed by their lack of teaching thereof, it was not like you expected the witcher to give her the talk; Geralt of Rivia, teaching Cirilla what a menstruation is to his child of surprise. It can be comical because all he'll ever say was 'Hmm's' and a ton of 'horseshit' with that scowl on his face because he didn't know what it even is. You've had hopes for the toubadour but he'd crashed those faith of yours by telling Cirilla that it was probably a Nightwraith.

You'ce softly bitten your lower lip as you tried to elucidate what a menstruation is to the princess, "Having a period, symbolizes your maturity. You're beginning to grow older, a flower that's about to bloom. You're turning into a woman now," pause. "You can bear a child if you..do the birds and the bees with the man you love, Cirilla. But, bleeding means to tell you that your ovaries is actually punishing you to death because you haven't gotten pregnant yet,"

You've heard soft splashing of the waters, seeing the child turn to her curiosity, "Birds and the bees?" there was a soft wince that came from you, lately realizing the words that came out of your mouth. So much for being educated about periods yet here you are labeling sex as 'birds and the bees' like you were a Tumblr account.

Nevertheless, you continued for the better of life and for her sake as well, "It's an act where a man and a woman does a natural deed after they're married or before when they both prefer it to as long as it is with consent. It can bear you a child," another biting of your lip got you scrapping your dried, chapped lips; tasting a little bit of blood as you do and suddenly hissing to yourself as your fingers held onto your vermillion, "---Sometimes, it can be because of love or utter lust. Happens between lovers,"

The lioness of Cintra gave a nod of understanding, swashing herself with her bathwater before straightaway delivering her thoughts to you, "If you and Geralt become lovers will you do the birds and the bees too?"

The question caught you off guard. Entirely floored as you felt your saliva caught in your throat, igniting loud sputter of coughs as you felt like choking from her query, "W-WHAT?" Cirilla beamed back at you, looking so child like as her smile turned into a grin.

You couldn't imagine how stunned you appeared to be like at the princess, "---Did you even understood a single word I said?"

She seemed to not care for your genuine explanation about menstruation and took your 'sex' labeling into account, the mistake of naming it like a fable would probably drown you in your own shame as she went on; especially now that she knew you honestly told how you liked her father or step-father or---how Geralt is labeled for the princess.

Her smile turned pensive as she poured the water from her palms down her arms. She continued to wash, "Though, you probably won't be bearing a child of your own,"

Your eyebrows were tightly furrowed together, perplexed by what she was trying to point out, "Huh?"

"Barren. Sterile. Comes in becoming a witcher when they had their trials,"

Now, you were gobsmacked. Utterly dumbstruck that you couldn't form any words to say.

Your heart stopped beating from the news. His fate took everything away from him, included being infertile; a man's duty on earth to have an heir or another form of happiness for one man is to see a child of his own. Yet, because he was a witcher; it was impossible that any form of magic wouldn't do the job just as how Cirilla explained the whole thing to you.

Though, there was Cirilla as his child of surprise so you didn't know if it was a bad thing or a good thing for Geralt.

You've looked at her, solemnly. "They've taken that away from him too?"

She subtly nodded, peering back at you, batting her long eyelashes as her blue eyes gave you an earnest gaze, "They've taken everything from him. Even his childhood which explains why he's...unstable and complicated to understand," pause. "---If he somehow hurts your emotions with his words, he probably doesn't mean that at all or it's just a habit that he does; pushing people away because he doesn't know how to handle his feelings well,"

Thus, as she muttered her next words; her eyes turned downcast and face turned as long as a fiddle like she'd remember something that already was in the past, "---It took decades for Geralt to accept his duties for me,"

The whole talk ended with that. His duties for the princess of Cintra; giving you a head start that she was his child of surprise for a distinct reason. A reason that made the princess fall into silence and you didn't try to dig onto the information because apparently, she appears to be sensitive at the topic and you respected it.

Cirilla offered that you should bathe as well when she was finally dressed in casual leather clothes that had been given by the djinn since you've wished for it. They were now blessed with more clothes and food; you name it, the Djinn has made it possible.

You gently took your bandages off, seeing how it was better than before. A lot better. The medicine was magical for it to be better in just three days; or maybe the numbness tells you that it was going well when it probably even wasn't on the inside.

"I'll fetch you your towels, Y/N." Cirilla softly announced as she was all dressed and proper, her ashen hair wet and all down as she fixed her leather boots.

You gave her a genuine smile as you tried pulling your tight leather boots free, "Thank you, Princess."

She stood beside the thick frame of the wooden door, brushing her locks with her fingers and trying to untangle them as she talked, "Ciri or Cirilla will be fine. It feels different and...enlightening when somebody doesn't tries to treat me like one,"

She was that type of princess. A humble one too. You were obviously lucky on getting to meet them because they were decent and kind. A quick nod was sent for her wants as you deeply respected it before she left the bathroom.

Before you could even go stark naked, Jaskier was kind enough to drop the towels for Cirilla; you've sent your thanks to the bard but eventually groaned when he left and saw how it was a bunch of face towels and not actually a large bath towel that you could use while you try to get your clothes in Ciri's closet because you forgot to take them with you.

So, there was reasons as to why Geralt was sometimes hostile as he can get. However, the antagonism has somehow faded through time to time for certain reasons; especially noticing how gentle he can get after raking those fingers through your hair as he slept was the most amiable gesture you have gotten from any man, ever.

But, Jaskier was right. You never know when he begins to turn cold like an Alghoul's bum because he was complicated to understand sometimes.

You were thinking about Geralt as you sat in the end of the tub. His prompt thoughtful gestures that certainly dithers your feelings for him while you were in your birthday suit. A soft creak of the door was heard and you languidly continued to scrub at your breasts; giving them gentle rubbing with some Epsom salt with a little bit of lemon that you've managed to get from the cupboards; not glancing over the princess as you pointed at a small wooden chair and expressed your gratitude for her kindness.

"Thank you, Cirilla." you continued to heedlessly exfoliate your body; abruptly pointing at the chair as your eyes were fixated on your body, "You can lay the towels over there, I can get it."

Chances of being lucky has never been a part in your life. Hence, hearing that familiar, rough, low baritone of a voice you've desired to have for the rest of your life as you bathed was surely giving you the shilly-shally when you've seen Geralt of Rivia standing rooted on the ground; his amber eyes bemisting with obscure thoughts that you certainly also felt as his eyes were glued to your perky, unclad chest that was displayed before him.

He was a man; heedful of his needs and wants. Especially that the woman bathing in front of him has been clouding his mind since day one. The witcher would obviously stare and ogle at the unexpected blessing that you ought to share.

Geralt was apparently staring at your boobs and he shamelessly seemed to not care at all.

"Ugh," he hoarsely croaked out, those glowing peepers clouding with something primal, raking your form with those piercing eyes as you were knocked out of your socks by seeing the witcher whom stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the bath room, "I've fetched you your---" Geralt cleared his throat, forehead creasing in surprise as he went on with his gawking; ceasing the moment to sketch the image inside his head by heart.

"---breasts---towels, I mean towels. Fuck," the latter gruffly cussed, scrunching his nose for even admitting that he was impudently ogling at your tatas.

You didn't know what to do as your arms began to fidget, trying to find anything that could cover you up as you panicked; not used to being in decent in front of people especially by a man who has crept inside your heart. The water furiously splashed as you squirmed in your side of the tub, yelping when you've seen those face towels far from your reach and you've decided to just cover your breasts with an arm.

Fortunately, your breasts weren't that huge enough for some nipple slipping. So, an arm would suffice. As well as your heated center that was covered with your bath water.

"Geralt!" you've finally called out the elephant in the room, doing nothing but stare at you like you've saved his life, also humming in a pleasing tone as he blinked, arching a brow in amusement.

It was utmost shameful to be seen by a man you were fond with; thoroughly starked like you were showing him your adorable sized watermelons at the witcher who didn't seem to mind the image. "Where is Cirilla?!" you demanded and panicked, the heat flowing up your face when you glanced at Geralt in utter stupefaction.

The witcher was trying his best not to snicker from what he'd seen from you like it was a gift to mankind; his mankind, "Plotting her vengeance for my attitude prior to that day," he remembered that he'd pissed the princess when he planned to bring you back in your world with a Djinn. Therefore, Cirilla was salty about the whole situation and didn't forget the retribution that he needed to receive after pissing the child off.

You could hear the nark and frustration in his timbre, though he sounded to be too quelled to your surprise that he actually didn't find Cirilla's plan to be rather much annoying because of what benefits was given, "---and she already got what she fucking wanted. That cunning child,"

The latter clicked his tongue, blinking out of his amazement in giving him an accidental flash of your breasts. Well, he'd seen more breasts than any type of normal, but seeing yours was different. You could see the crooked smile wanting to carve upon his lips, making you narrow your eyes back at the witcher who found everything delightful, "She promised you were...decent,"

Your brow instantly rose at that, skeptically glaring back at the witcher, "Is this decent enough for you?!"

Thus, he cocked his head to the side, feeling his heated gaze on you alone; never leaving, "Even...better?"

You've finally hugged yourself together, both arms crossed to cover those angels you were hiding from, giving Geralt the death stare as the witcher continued to gape; eyes definitely intrigued for what else could he find pleasing to look at. His face was now back to being stoic and serious but his eyes seem to be the opposite.

"Stop staring!" you timidly commanded, voice higher than usual due to the embarassment.

He didn't need to be told twice. Geralt sighed in way that got him smiling, entirely beguiled by your reaction.

You were a conservative woman, even pure as well based on how you were panic-stricken by being immodest. Unlike those other women who he has been with, they were all poised and unfazed by showing their perfectly shaped bodies at the witcher who they find utmost alluring and ravishing.

Yet, here you were. Being you.

"I'm trying." Geralt snickered, his grin lifting his lips in haste when you couldn't see his face as he turned around.

It was like you can feel him grinning. You knew he was grinning and so you stated your accusations out loud as he was grinning from ear to ear, "I can see you grinning! Judge my body for all you want! You probably saw better," "

But, his smile slightly fell when he'd heard your voice waver a little at the final thought of your message; hearing a little bit of insecurity or maybe a lot more if you were covering them up to not let them see.

"You---You can leave the towels there. Don't look as you do!" you pointed at the wooden chair close to him, raking his form from hair to foot and still couldn't believe how large his build was. A puff of breath left your lips when you could feel yourself grow hot that had more than a blush, your fingers suddenly flying up till you've touched the weird symbol that was inscribed in between the valley of your breasts.

The symbol was totally strange although familiar because it held no meaning for you. It was like a colorless tattoo or a scar that was meant to be there; an image that you have already seen or encountered because it was with Geralt.

It consisted of the witcher's medallion.

You've only seen it when you began undressing, wondering why it was even there in the first place.

"Hmm." he gravelly hummed, seeing his shoulders slump as he thought about it too long. How would he even place the towel without looking like an idiot pacing backwards? "I'm warning you!"

Geralt gave a scoff, turning his booted heel halfway that you could only see his gorgeous side-profile. He never looked at your way again, though it was thoroughly tempting for the witcher but he respected your wishes and just stared straight at the wooden chair that was a meter away from him.

Your naked presence didn't cease his jests, "It doesn't sound too threatening now, does it? Especially that it comes from you,"

An adorable growl erupted from you, igniting a chuckle from the witcher as it was the first time he heard it for all his life and it was certainly the cutest, "What are you implying then?!"

"That you're a tiny midget trying to scare off a big, bad witcher," his grin grew bigger as he went on with his teasing.

You've eyed the large towel in his hands, actually thanking the witcher for sending them off to you because of Jaskier's foolishness; grateful that you wouldn't run off the hallways completely naked because you only had face towels, "Is that even a decent towel? Not a face towel like how Jaskier tried to give?"

Despite of only seeing his side profile, you were sure his grin fell from the moment you've mentioned the bard, "He'd went in?" he grumbled with a spiteful tone, making you question him in silence, "---with you bathing?"

"What's wrong with that, Geralt?"

There was a murmur, and you couldn't quite comprehend what he said but you knew it doesn't sound like he enjoyed the idea of Jaskier walking in on you while you were unclad like it was nothing unlike him who'd been given warnings and death stares like you wanted to throw knives at him.

"That bard,"

Was he feeling the way you're actually thinking how he felt? you couldn't help but try not to scoff this time, never wanting to get caught that you were finding his irked reaction rather funny, "I was clothed when he did. Unlike you,"

He'd ignored your response as you watched him saunter towards where the chair is, gently dropping them on top of the clean set of face towels that Jaskier has managed to give, "These are your towels, midget." Geralt mindlessly muttered, heedless of his next words that came out of his mouth, "---all new, soft and perky...Ugh, fuck."

The witcher rigidly stood straight, his shoulders falling as he exhaled a long breath; waiting for the tumult of your loud protests, "You're describing my boobs!"

Did he seriously just tell you that your breasts were perky? Small? Or you just thought perky meant small for you?

Geralt had his brows in a twist, crossing his arms as he glared at the wooden chair, probably already dying from how he was giving daggers to the poor seat in front of him, "Your what?"

"My watermelons! My tatas! I know what you're thinking and how dare you tell me they're small?!"

The latter didn't meant it that way. He meant that it was upright and firm. Definitely firm as he'd already seen it with his own amber eyes, "I wasn't saying it was miniscule," he explained with a very relaxed pitch of his voice. The topic not shaking him off.

"---It's the right size for you,"

You were now red-faced, finding the whole ordeal of talking about your breasts with the man you fantasized about was giving your features a reaction of being too flustered by the words he say, "Geralt!" it was a sheepish loud hush and scold for the witcher to cease his talking, "Stop talking about it! This is embarassing!"

Geralt amusedly clicked his tongue, amber eyes downcast as you saw a slip of his smile before fully turning his broad back as he ignored you on the side, eyes focused at the door which will give him a way out.

Maybe after you bathed, he needed to also have his based on how your irresistable presence began to take its camp inside his leather pants.

"I'll...alright," he roughly cleared his throat, a hand on the wooden door before you suddenly beckoned him to stop.

"Wait!"

The witcher could help you with whatever symbol was on your chest. He was the only person who could explain what was happening to your body right?

Those constant withering you feel on your chest whenever he was around, a desire that wanted you having him up close and maybe ever closer than you wish for? The scorching want to touch his face, feel his body caressing you in a way that nobody else could?

The type of scorching thirst that made your soul corrupted from all the lewd thoughts inside your head. You've had it last night, when Geralt was up close and raking his fingers through your locks; by the time you were sweating and having the potent urge to just devour the man who was thoughtful enough to put you to sleep, all you wanted was to be raunchy with all the obscene whisperings inside your head.

It was like somebody wanted you to do it; to have your body corrupted by the witcher and you didn't know if he felt the same way.

Your thoughts was heading to a path that you didn't know about; since the moment that the witcher came into your life.

Geralt heard the splashes of the water, meaning to say you stood up; utterly naked and wet from your bath that it made the witcher's body turn stiff. "You're making this difficult for me, midget..." it was a serious warning that got your chest feeling all sorts of things again.

You swallowed the filthy want away and covered your body with the towel that reached beneath your knees as you paced towards where he was, "Don't worry, I'm all clothed now. I just need to show you something,"

"I've seen more than enough of your breasts that can get me---" he started with a dangerous tone of his timbre, but you immediately backpaddled and tied the towel in between the valley of your breasts, the symbol showing above the towel as you awkwardly fidgeted your toes on the ground, "No! Not that! This!"

He'd felt your nervous pats on his shoulder, urging him to turn around and when he did; Geralt was aware of that shining symbol carved on your chest like a necklace that he also had.

The witcher stared at it with utmost peculiarity, his forehead creased too deeply that made you ponder if he was mad at what he was seeing but you knew he was just trying to understand whatever it is that was outlined on your chest.

Thus, he'd inspected each and every curvature, ending at an image that he also had on as he worn it as a necklace for whenever he was in battles since it was sensitive to magic.

"It's...weird," you curiously mumbled, glancing down at the glyph on your chest before tilting your head till you could see the real one gleaming before you, rested upon his wooly chest that you so wanted to touch since last night.

The way it crawled in the deepest parts of you was antagonizing as you couldn't find any relief other than whenever Geralt was touching you, it somehow lessen the uncomfortable, scathing feeling.

A very odd feeling that couldn't be helped.

Hence, in the twinkling of an eye; Geralt already has his calloused, rough fingers merely brushing that mark you had on the valley of your chest, sparking a hitch of your breath as it got stuck in your throat; the witcher, touching a part of you that nobody else did yet.

"Did I say you could touch?" you bashfully whispered, all flustered when you've felt him gently tracing the emblem.

"Hmm."

"But, your touch somehow helps the ache and the bath did too as well," an earnest answer was sent to the witcher, his amber eyes snapping away from the symbol to give you a glance; seeing a satisfied flicker of your eyes as you found it soothing, "Very weird,"

From the moment his fingertips came in contact with the image stuck in your chest, you've held out a satisfying sigh; feeling the slight sting slowly pass by like a wind when Geralt has his fingertips on your flustered skin. His amber eyes were heavy, focused and entirely warm as his gaze darkened in question.

"How weird must it be?"

Was it also the same feeling he had before you both went to sleep? the moment you both had when you've first arrived after going home from the swamps? That temptatious feeling that got him all frustrated for desiring you?

Thence, you continued to dance on fire, whispering your next words like a secret you never wanted to reveal. A surprising urge that got you all bashful but somehow gaining self-assurance for even saying these things out loud, especially to the man whom you were smitten with, "I...feel things that shouldn't been thought about, corrupted feelings that would describe me as sinful..."

Were you really saying all these out loud? How? Why? yes, you were and you didn't know what force has taken you to even say these out loud like a minx.

The witcher leaned down for your sake, never getting to entirely tilt your head till you were giving yourself a stiff neck. He'd had those amber eyes of him, dancing in curiousness; his eyes sharp, cimmerian and held scampishness that you never saw until today.

"---about you..." the sound was utterly guileless. His thoughts wanting nothing but to taint the purity away if he was given a chance. The silence he has been giving, blinding you into saying more; hoping he would take the chance before it even ended without you knowing, "---It's like I've wished for something that will make me suffer...makes me more curious about you than I've ever been before,"

You've held your breath, seeming to be enraptured by the witcher who wanted nothing but to melt you in his gaze. His glowing Aurum eyes enticed by the perilous spell you've cast as he cocked his head to the side, a look of mischief mixing with the curiosity drowning in his peepers.

"You are having desires," he murmured as a matter of fact, enticed by the close proximity that you both shared. His breath fanning your face in a way that got you smiling as you've genuinely thought out loud, "Scorching...desires that makes me pant like a dog in heat, Geralt."

You could feel Geralt slightly move closer, inclining his head a bit more to have a better look upon your face, the brilliance of his enchanting eyes definitely more bewitching as he was giving you the mischief that pooled around his eyes, "Which explains...last night?"

Your heart was pounding so fast as you've held onto the ends of your towel, tightly than you could ever do because playing with fire was technically not a great idea especially when it was his; feeling the apprehension starting to take over by his intimidating but fascinating presence.

"Yes. You--You didn't need to state the obvious---"

A soft yelp was released as the witcher abruptly hauled an arm around your waist, grabbing you like a basket of groceries as he pulled you closer; overlapping that personal space you needed as he peered down before you, amber eyes burning with the desire you both wanted to release. You've ogled back at the man, blinking with that vindicated look of yours as it made him crazier and unstable.

Hence, his reply made you crazier as well because the least you expected was his virtue on filling that forbidding feeling that was needed to satiate.

"I could revel those desires you have that is needed to sate," he hoarsely taunted, emphasizing his words while he somehow stared between your lips and those batting doe-eyes as he seemed to be ensorcelled by you, "---I'll indulge your curiosity all night long or even days thereafter," his next words turned breathlessly low, stirring a primal warmth that got you suddenly excited for what he could offer.

"---If you'll let me,"

You were totally swept off your feet, maybe literally as you felt the tip of his nose tickle yours in a way that got you captivated, saying words that surely got the better of yourself as you fluttered your eyes closed, feeling his warm breath hitting your mouth enticingly palpable and peril to even experience, "God, That...was hot,"

Was that the response you only managed to create? Yes. You've honestly told the witcher he was hot when he was basically trying to woo you over and fill in those desires you wanted.

You've felt his breathing turn slow and erratic, the pillowy texture of his vermillion slightly tickling your mouth as it made your heart thump so fast that you were worried you were having a heart attack. Your eyes tightly shut just waiting to be kissed by the witcher himself as this moment was undeniably flattering.

You knew you were looking constipated while you awaited for those soft lips to land on yours. But, what you got was just a low, hushed growl and a puff of air that roughly slapped your lips as the witcher groaned out loud, his mouth momentarily whisking away that made your heart itch in a way that got you softly whining to yourself when he'd slightly leaned back.

Your nose was scrunched up to the extent of telling him that you were dismayed from the lack of lip touching like it was an intentional tease of his sly self. But, you never said it out loud to lessen the embarrassment that you wanted to kiss him that badly.

He was truly the living thirst to your randy teenage life before and a person who made you insane.

"The bard just doesn't know when to stop," his fiery, golden eyes looked through you, but it seemed to be distant as he had his eyebrows in a frustrated twist, nose also scrunched in a way that he was completely irked to the bones.

The witcher had a nasty scowl on his face. Did your breath stink?

"JASKIER." Out of nowhere, Geralt loudly exclaimed through gritted teeth, his arm around you never leaving as you stared into his eyes that also never left yours since he had you in his burly arms.

Due to your frantic state that keeps you antsy and fidgety, it decides to strike while the iron is hot. Meaning to say that you're taking the perfect opportunity to do something embarrassing. You've arduously stood on your tippy toes, struggling to reach Geralt's height before puckering those chapped lips of yours and doing the inevitable.

A quick, soft, honeyed peck on the side of Geralt's lips got him rooted on the ground, expecting it to land on those mouth of his that you've been dying to kiss but decided to taunt the big, bad witcher by pressing a peck that was dangerously close to where he wanted.

The latter was used to women who were straightforward, sexual and knew what they wanted. Thence, having a woman who's timid for wanting what she wanted was giving him a headache because of how your taunts were poking that rage of desire he had with you.

It was utmost frustrating and irksome because he wanted more.

You've dropped your feet to the ground before you heard the door creak where Jaskier emerged from and had a huge grin on his youthful pretty face, "Why, does anyone want me to rub chamomile onto their lovely bottoms?"

Geralt's hold on you slightly loosened as he looked at you with that questioning and frustrated look on his face, giving a grimace for whatever child-like kiss you have given him. It was completely unsatisfying. He didn't expect that and you couldn't help but want to snort and giggle at the same time from how stunned he appeared to be.

The witcher snapped his head to where the bard is, giving him a sharp lour that tells Jaskier that he ruined something important and he better get ready for some beating.

Jaskier gave a nonchalant shrug, "Don't give me that look, I was about to give the small rat her chamomile but it appears to be like she's having her own kind of chamomile being given by you, witcher." he roguishly muttered, wiggling his eyebrows.

You were sleek enough to slide away from Geralt's sturdy arms, swerving from his delightful presence with those butterflies flying wildly inside your stomach. A deep groan of disapproval was heard in the room when you've both given the men looks of query and saw Geralt glaring at the bard for his interruption.

Your fingers began to fidget over the hem of your towel, hair all drenched as it dripped to the ground. The citrusy scent that has been your brand lingered in the air as Jaskier gave you a once over, his pretty blue eyes scanning your indecent outfit before you've seen his adam's apple bob up and down; the bard's eyes twinkling in some sort of way that made you even more flustered.

"Ughm, I need to dress up? Bye!" you nervously exclaimed, shifting on your footing before grabbing onto the door and escaping from the eyes of both men that lingered on you.

When the door slammed shut, Geralt continued giving the bard a stinky scowl. Jaskier eyed him skeptically, muttering a defensive 'what?!' before hearing a dangerous grumble of the witcher's protests.

"Bard." Geralt gravelly warned, his mouth releasing an intense blasphemy for the defensive troubadour who tried appearing innocent like he wasn't admiring your newly bathe look, "I hope a fucking Nightwraith gelds you at night,"

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Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley x Fem Reader- "Mindless Self Indulgence"

A wrestling duo known as D Generation X, who eventually evolved into the most iconic wrestling faction of the WWF's Attitude era, helped the former Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Shawn Michaels get over and were a wrestling duo that had people getting out of their seats and cheering instead of booing them this time.

One of the things Triple H was notorious for when he was in D Generation X, even when they added more members like the New Age Outlaws and X Pac, was his Val Venis-esque dick jokes he made towards women in the audience ("I got the rocket if you want the ride!", "I've got a knife that will fit in your drawers!", "My bazooka is locked, cocked and ready to unload!").

Even before he became a current day frat boy dressed in jeans, T-shirts and leather jackets, when he was known as Hunter Hearst Helmsley and played a rich, elegant, classy 1800's blueblood gentleman, he was quite the ladies man; having a valet dressed in an evening gown wrapped at his side, admitting in his personality profile in a WWF magazine that his favorite actress is "women never act when they're with me", his favorite sports are "women and polo; better yet, women playing polo", and favorite video game is "who has time for all these games with all these women?", and even in one wrestling promo saying that women are his toys.

Isn't he supposed to be a gentleman? Why isn't he kissing the top of women's hands and holding doors open for them?

The WWF's Attitude era of the late 90's is infamous for its mistreatment of women, from wrestlers downright hating women to women being portrayed as eye candy to how legitimate female wrestlers like Ivory, Jacqueline and Torrie (not Wilson) degraded down to being just sex objects, though even before the Attitude era existed and the WWF was really childish, some male wrestlers played characters that just saw women as objects (i.e. Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Razor Ramon).

The man who played Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Triple H doesn't see women as objects in real life, especially not now considering the women's division in NXT and the WWE now has women being athletes and wrestlers instead of objects, and most women in the WWE and NXT today are women that are wrestlers that have wrestled for several years, rather than eye candy that never had any wrestling training before joining those companies.

However, during his tenure during the late 1990's, before he became The Game and during a time when he didn't have facial hair, you shared with him an idea you had involving him, considering you love roleplay.

Despite that the man who plays Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Triple H doesn't see women as sex objects, although he fell in lust with you when you were a ringrat for him, so much, he wanted you to be a valet for him escorting him to the ring, what you plan on doing with him is something he can do one time only.

Although, in the future, he did do a few things similar to this, either on "Monday Night Raw" or when the cameras weren't rolling.

He agreed to your idea, and even he enjoys roleplaying during sex.

One day during his time as Hunter Hearst Helmsley or as Triple H in D Generation X, during a time when he didn't have facial hair, you invited him to a hotel/motel room when you and he had free time.

He was dressed in a tight black D Generation X T-shirt that hugged his muscles and blue denim jeans, looking similar to how he looks on "Monday Night Raw".

(if it's Hunter Hearst Helmsley during his gentleman days you want, then he's wearing a Monday Night Raw T-shirt and matching black jeans while he lets his hair hang down, no ponytails or braids behind his head).

He let his honey blond hair hang down, not tied back in a ponytail or let his hair have a little ponytail tied behind his head

After he undressed you out of your clothes, you laid on top of the silky comforter on one of the beds.

His eyes observed you up and down, lying there naked, and he was going to make you helpless.

While his eyes scanned your naked body, his hands were unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, only for his hands to grab to the sides of his jeans and pull them down until his genitals were exposed in front of you.

He had a rock hard erection waiting to come out under his jeans, and his cock was growing harder and harder whilst he undressed you.

His jeans were feeling tighter and tighter while he undressed you, thank goodness he took them off.

The roof of his mouth could nearly salivate over seeing you naked, his tongue moist and feeling like it could salivate and slobber.

After he nearly disrobed, he placed his hands on your thighs, where he spread your thighs apart until your twat was exposed right in front of him.

You wish you could spread your legs wide open for him, but he's gonna be the one in charge of that.

When your legs were spread eagle, enough to show your pussy to him, he lifted one of his hands off of your thighs and wrapped his fingers around the bottom of his erection, where he walked a few steps forward to you, grinning with his dick in his hand.

His other hand, especially the tip of his thumb, was running across your top lip, feeling the texture of how soft your lips are.

With his cock still in his hand, he moved and inserted the tip of his penis into your pussy hole, where his cock began to separate and spread the inside of your vaginal walls apart, his shaft and penis penetrating into your twat.

His fingers unwrapped off of his shaft as it crawled and entered your pussy, those fingers moving to one of your hips and holding onto it.

Your eyes had elevated to the top of your head, your eyelids shutting the irises in your eyes and your head arching back whilst his cock entered inside of you.

When his penis was completely inside of your twat, he moved his hand on your mouth down to your other hip, holding onto that hip, and he began to pound your twat back and forth, thrusting in and out of you and fucking you hard.

His fingers grabbed onto your hips quite hard, the tips of his fingers dug into your flesh, he's making you his.

The bed squeaked and rocked while he pounded you, and your fingers were trying to grab onto the silky comforter you were lying on top of as he fucked you.

Since he didn't run his thumb over your lips this time, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, but not too hard, muffling and quieting your moans out so no one will hear you in the other rooms.

You and Hunter/Triple H are worried that people might hear you moaning in the hotel/motel room, that's the problem with having sex while on the road.

Triple H/Hunter was pounding into you hard and fast, making sure he's making you dumb while he thrusts and fucks you.

No, he really wasn't making you dumb, but you were roleplaying that you were turning into his mindless cock slave as he's banging you.

You were moaning and whimpering your moans as he was fucking you, though some of your moans were a bit breathy, quiet and gaspy.

You're forgetting everything in your head while he's fucking you, there's a reason he's fucking you so fast.

Blood has been circulating and swelling your clitoris up, your pussy becoming more and more moist and feeling like it wants to salivate and seep your wetness out of its pores.

Hunter/Triple H, meanwhile, as his fingers grab onto your hips, he shuts his eyes tight and gets into fucking you.

Your tits are bouncing up and down while he's plowing and pounding you, and he loves women's breasts, just look at all the chicks he asks to flash their tits in the audience.

He tried to open his eyes and look at your chest, only to see your breasts bouncing in rhythm and pace with every thrust he pounds into you.

Your breasts went up and down while he was banging you, and he grinned and smirked seeing your tits bouncing up and down when he shoved his dick back and forth inside of you.

He bit his bottom lip, not just over how horny he is and how good it feels to have his cock inside you, but seeing your breasts bouncing as well as what a good girl you've been for him while he's fucking you.

"You've been such a good girl for me" he purred, wanting to slide his hand on your body. "M-my little fucktoy"

When he's cum inside you, he has a surprise for you after that.

You haven't been faking your orgasm, he really is elevating you higher with every fast little fuck.

He would love to play with your breasts as he's fucking you as well as do some other things, so one of his hands on your hips slid and brushed up your hip and shifted over to one of your tits, where he squeezed that breast and fondled it, playing with it.

You're his mindless cockslave and fucktoy, and he's gonna play with you.

His fingers bunched up to your nipple, where he tweaked and pinched that nipple, twisting your nipple rightwards.

You can feel how sensitive and good it feels when he pinches and tweaks your nipple.

"Ohhhhh Hunter!" you squealed and moaned at the same time, your eyes shutting tight and your fingers grabbing onto the silky comforter, feeling the silky, smooth fabric. "Hunterrr!!!!"

"No, no, no!" he ordered, shaking his head. "Don't say a word".

Your brain is basically turning off, or at least during sex and you're pretending to turn your brain off.

You're his belonging and belong entirely to him, no one else can have you but him.

If he can't have you, no one can.

Sounds reallytoxic, but that was his character back then.

Though, he wouldn't mind passing you around to his boys for them to fuck as well.

He's been fucking you so hard that your mouth is beginning to drool and slobber, saliva is spilling out of your mouth down your skin and onto the bed.

His skin is getting hotter and warmer under his T-shirt, he nearly wants to take it off as he's pounding and fucking you.

Men cum before women do, and his precum sliding down his cock was wetting the inside of your twat.

Throughout his thrusts, he was quietly groaning, moaning and grunting while he was pounding away in your pussy.

He's probably gonna cum any minute now after a while from thrusting back and forth in you for such a long time.

The walls of your vagina was brushing, nudging and tickling the sides of his shaft, the inside of your pussy feeling so soft

He's excited even more for what he's gonna do to you next after he cums.

He, too, has been orgasming slightly as he's pounding your pussy, although his moans are a lot more quiet, your moans have been drowning out his moans.

Pretty soon, he climaxed, groaning as he ejaculated inside of your twat, one of his hands grabbing onto your hips tight and his eyes shutting tight when he jizzed.

The tip of his penis released his seed inside of you in little spurts one by one, shooting out his cum inside of you.

When he felt like he jizzed enough, he withdrew himself out of you, his cock exiting your twat.

Despite that he just came, he isn't done with you yet.

Now that you've become his mindless cock slave, you'll do what he says.

He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and crawled on the bed, holding his penis as he crawled to you.

He lifted his hand off of one of your breasts and entered his fingers on that hand into your mouth, where the tips of his fingers began to scratch and tickle on the top of your tongue.

Strange, but...this is what he does when he's a dom.

He luckily had his nails perfectly clipped, no sharp fingernails scratching your tongue.

His thumb on that hand traced and slid across your bottom lip, luckily you weren't wearing any lipstick or lipgloss.

"Now suck my fingers!" he ordered and hissed, sounding like he meant it.

Since he sounded like he meant it, your lips circulated around his fingers and started sucking them, listening to him and obeying him.

"That's a good girl" he murmured, smirking and smiling.

When his thumb reached the corner of your mouth, he elevated that thumb to your top lip and slid it across your upper lip.

His other hand reached out to where your vulva is, where he began to play with your clit, scratching and rubbing your clitoris like the fingers in your mouth, sometimes he placed your clitoral hood in between his fingers and squeezed it.

He regrets that he didn't play with both of your nipples and tits while he was thrusting in and out of you, but better luck next time.

With his fingers in your mouth, you hope he won't gag you and make you throw up.

His fingers can feel how moist and wet your tongue and mouth are.

"You're all mine now" he murmured, his voice warm and husky.

The tips of his index finger scratched up and down your clit vertically, sometimes he pressed his finger on your clit and rubbed it in circles.

Your moans were being muffled by having his fingers in your mouth, and it's gonna take some time for you to cum pretty soon.

Since he's holding his cock in his hand, he lifted and pulled his fingers out of your mouth, only for him to insert his cock in your mouth.

You could taste how salty his dick was, and your eyes opened and looked at him when his cock slipped inside your mouth.

"Close your eyes" he said gently, smiling at you, and you listened to him, shutting your eyes. "Thereeeeee"

Him saying "good girl" makes you feel like a dog, and he even feels like he's rewarding a dog by saying "good girl".

Your lips wrapped around his shaft as his cock entered your mouth, and he unwrapped his fingers off of his shaft as his dick slid in your mouth.

He lifted his hands and made them form an "x" shape, slamming those hands down over his genitals.

"Now suck it!" he shouted and exclaimed as he did that iconic, aforementioned gesture, slamming his hands in an "x" shape into the area above his private parts, but below his stomach.

You listened to him, sucking onto his salty, gooey cock, tasting his cum and precum that trickled out of his slit and down his shaft, swallowing his jizz.

"That's it" he muttered, grinning while you sucked his cock.

He could hear your gulping noises, which means you're swallowing his jizz, and he loves that.

You're supposed to swallow his seed, not spit it out.

"Suck it!!" he shouted again, his other hand making a chopping motion (like he's karate chopping wood) next to his genitals, and you obeyed him, still sucking his cock.

You can't even speak anymore now that his cock is in your mouth, although you literally can't speak, it's not like the next day you'll be mute forever.

You will be able to talk, right now you've become his mindless fucktoy.

He eventually did make you cum pretty soon, your clitoris pounding after you came and your twat becoming juicier, and he ate your pussy out, licking and tasting your twat.

Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley, at least the character he played in the WWF, isn't the only one who sexually objectifies women and sees them as his toys.

Razor Ramon (the character, though the man who plays him isn't much different) used to see women as sex objects ("chicas are for fun!"), having a fling with them then throwing them away once he's done with him.

Razor Ramon would love to play with you and turn you into his cock slave and fucktoy, so would Brian Pillman (the character Pillman played in the WWF), Val Venis, the Godfather and Jerry Lawler definitely would.

You've become comfortably numb and dumb for Triple H/Hunter.

Despite that you've become his mindless cock slave, you're sucking his cock and fingers.

Although, you won't be a mindless cock slave tomorrow, and you won't become so dumb that you can't walk or talk.

Sorry if I sound ableist.

You were back to your normal self after you and he had intercourse, but for a while, you were his brainless fucktoy.

#hunter hearst helmsley #triple h #90s #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction

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