#like i had a whole trail of drool from the corner of my mouth

[darby-rowe]

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[dazedazaii]

Hello haein!! I saw that your requests were open so I would like to request a Dazai x ( fembodied! ) reader x Chuuya? (The reader can use any prns but they're afab that's what I meant:3) Dazai and Chuuya having a contest who makes you feel more pleasure/makes you orgasm faster? Maybe dacryphillia, manhandling, bondage, a bit of dubcon ( they're tipsy ) and overstimulation.

Thank you have a great day🙏👤

tipsy ‘n real nasty !! — o. dazai & c. nakahara

tysm for being my first request ></ !! i hope i did this some justice …

cw: threesome, praise, crying / sobbing, fem terms but reader is labeled w they them / you yours, piv, bondage, overstim, begging, creampies, oral (m reviving), lmk if i missed anything

”aha, chuuya ~! look at me, sliding in so easily. pretty slut, taking me in all the way. gonna make you cum in three minutes ….” dazai laughed as your moans rumbled in on chuuyas dick, his full size in your mouth. your wrists tied up rather tightly with some gauze dazai had left lingering around and your legs were wide open as the chocolate haired man slid in and out of your walls roughly, making sure there would be bruises by tomorrow morning.

there were empty bottles of alcohol scattered around the tatami floors, and dazai’s breath smelt of alcohol. it wasn’t just him, though. both you and chuuya had been drinking the same amount that dazai had, face blush red with the alcohol getting to your head and making everything a blur.

chuuyas hips buck into your mouth as you let out a muffled moan, the corners of your mouth drooling out as chuuya wiped it with his thumb, face a bright red hue as he grips onto your hair with shaky hands, ignoring dazai’s remarks and pushing you into deeper, helping you bob your head faster as the ginger lets out a trail of moans, throwing his head back.

“feels so gooood, hahh ~ f- fuck ..! jus’ like that, baby, yeahhh ..~” the ginger grunts into your mouth as dazai huffs, leaning closer into your ear and letting out a seducing moan, perhaps purposely, but who know if it was real.

feeling dazai’s dick twitch inside of you and his hip movement becoming more sloppy, you looked at chuuyas eyes, half shut and staring at you as you suck him off with vibrating moans that only made him want you more. dazai clenched his teeth and whisper into your ear. despite not being able to see it, you knew he held a smirk on his lips.

“gonna cum inside ‘nd fill you full …” without having the time to say anything back, you felt the bandaged man’s cum sweep inside of you, making you moan louder, the vibration making chuuya moan along and finish off in your mouth, his cum drooling down your lips as you limply laid on the bed, desperate cunt dripping with the mixture of both you and dazai’s cum. the both of them pulled out around the same time as dazai placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, licking off the small tears rolling down your face from the intense pleasure.

“ahh, ���m soo turned on by your tears, ‘donna …” dazai checks his clock and frowns slightly before chuuya does the same, smirking.

“four minutes to make them cum ? bet i can do it in two.” the ginger shoved dazai away from your glistening pussy and lined himself up before blinking and asking you if you were alright. you nod, unable to form a proper sentence before chuuya places a gentle kiss on the corner of your lips, his slender fingers traveled down to your clit and he made small circles on them before shoving his dick inside of you fully, making you scream out in pleasure, toes curled and eyes crossed.

dazai scoffs and rolls his chestnut eyes, crouching in front of you and stoking his cock, making you drool as you get pounded relentlessly by chuuya.

the small pearls of precum leak out of dazai’s reddened tip before opening your jaw and shoving his whole cock in, making you choke and tears spill out even more. the ginger seed your tears, and can’t help but lean in and kiss them away, this thrust getting faster and faster, clearly turned on by it.

“pretty tears — shiiitt ~ crying ‘n moaning like a bitch in heat …” chuuyas movements become faster as he glances at the clock, his smirk growing wider. dazai grits his teeth, pulling your hair and making your movements on his dick faster. you feel your stomach turn from both of the men fuckinf both holes relentlessly.

moaning into dazai’s cock, your cum spills out, chuuya finishing inside of you, his dick deep in and slow fucking all the small drops of his cum that spilt out. sweat dropped down from his forehead and dazai pulled out from your mouth, making you pant and shudder. naked and cold, the ginger coos you and placed hot kisses on the corner of your lips.

“dammit. we tied.”

“the hell ?! let me see that.”

the timer marked another four minutes, and the both of them turned to you, a sweaty and hot mess. dazai smirks and leaned closer to your face as you quietly babbled nothing.

“you don’t mind if we have a tie breaker, now do you, belladonna ?”

[thetobaccotornado]

2010 bill x fem!

TW: smut, head (m recieving), pet names, face fucking, dacryphilia, [soft dom bill], praising, dirty talking

i sat on the couch in the living room, my eyes drooping as i fought to stay awake, waiting for bill to come home.

the front door suddenly swung open, before slamming again as i heard bill make his way towards the living room. even though i couldnt see him yet, i could tell something was off with him, by the way his footsteps were heavy, and the sound of his boots dragging on the ground.

he stopped at the doorway of the living room, dropping his bag to the floor next to him and bringing his hands up to his face, dragging them down his porcelain skin with a groan.

“you okay baby?” i said sitting up, making my way over to him, suddenly intrigued by his behaviour.

“mmhmm… things in the studio were just- todays been such a long day… i just need to relax..” he groaned.

i looked up at him, pulling his hands away from his face. “i know something that can help you relax…” i said with a lustful look.

a smirk made its way to his lips, the corners curling up slightly in a devilish smile. “oh really” he said, sliding his hands down my sides. “and what would that be?”

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i look in front of me, bill sitting on the edge of the bed, his erection slapping up against his stomach as he frees it from his boxers.

he looks doen at me and strokes my cheek delicately, looking into my eyes. “you gonna suck it baby?” bill asks with a devilish grin.

i maintain eye contact, stuffing the head of his cock in my mouth, which earned a low groan from him.

“yeah princess… just like that…” he groaned as he grabbed a fistful of my hair.

after a while, bill could tell i was slowing down, struggling to take his whole cock in my mouth. he begins using his handful of my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his cock at a brutal pace.

“sh-shhitt baby.. such a good girl f’me… letting me use your pretty little throat for this” he groaned, begging to buck his hips up into my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting a certain spot in the back of my throat, making me gag. bill groaned at the vibrations of my gag around his cock, as tears poured down my cheeks.

“just a- fuck- just a little longer my love… m’gonna cum… fuck- gonna let me come in this pretty mouth hm? he said pulling me up off his cock slightly, making a pop sound as my lips left the head of his cock.

i sucked in a deep breath, catching my breath as spit and drool trailed down my lips.

“answer me” he said, gripping tighter on my hair making me subconsciously let out a whimper.

“mm-mh yes… please!” i whined, squeezing my thighs together, trying but failing to stop the burning beginning to form between my legs.

“thats my girl…” he whispered, guiding my mouth down onto his cock once more, continuing his brutal attack on my throat.

his hips began to buck wildly, his cock hitting new deeper angles down my throat, his hand in my hair still slamming me down on his length, my nose touching his lower stomach every so often.

“fuck baby… gonna- m’gonna cum… fuck- fuck!”he cried out, as i felt him release his hot ropes of cum down my throat. he pulled out, watching intently as i swallowed his cum, the sweet taste lingering in my mouth as i looked up at him, opening my mouth to show him that i had swallowed, in fact swallowed it all.

“fuck y/n… such a good girl” he croaked, catching his breath. he brought me up to his level before kissing my lips with such passion. “did so well baby, so proud of you”

****************************************************an/: OMG YALL! FIRST FIC POSTED! WHAT YALL THINK?

[heartchoi]

fwb!yeonjun x gn!reader, suggestive/fluff (and a little angsty if you think about it), 632 words

It's warm. Yeonjun is panting against your bare chest, hands struggling to hold himself up after a particularly strong orgasm. Drool begins to fall from the corner of your lip, but Yeonjun swipes it clean with his thumb before shoving it into his mouth.

He can't hold himself up any longer. He collapses on top of you. Warm skin against skin, heavy breathing, the stickiness on your thighs transferring to his own.

It's messy, so messy.

"Yeonjun." You call out for him after you both recover.

Yeonjun makes a muffled "hmm?" sound. He's still panting, taking deep whiffs of your scent.

"We need to clean up, Jun. Can you roll over? I'll get some towels."

He doesn't have the energy to protest and whine this time, he just rolls over, finally facing the ceiling and relaxing in the soft comfort of your bed. Yeonjun’s eyes are shut tightly, trying to remember the warmth of your skin, your pretty noises, your—

You close the door to your bedroom as you seek some towels. It snaps him out of his daydream. Yeonjun’s eyes open, and he’s in an empty room, an empty bed.

He doesn’t like feeling this way. He knows he can’t do this, can’t date you, can’t love you the way he wants to. It wasn’t what you both agreed on. It just wouldn’t be right.

Yeonjun doesn’t even know if he’s ready for that sort of commitment. He’s fucked around with people before you, yes, but he hasn’t had a serious relationship. The fact that his heart and mind yearn for you in ways that go beyond hookups terrifies him.

But now, all he wants to do is hold you, caress your skin, have your hair tickle his neck as he sets his head on top of yours, safe and secure in his arms. He wants your warmth to invade every crevice of his body, swallowing him whole in what he can only describe as love.

Yeonjun allows you to help clean him up when you come back. The warm, damp cloth leaving wet trails on his skin.

“Can you stay for breakfast, at least?” Yeonjun asks you. It surprises you a little— he hasn’t ever asked that before.

“That’s new. I can stay if you want to, but you know I have work.” You reply. Yeonjun sighs in response. “Oh, no. It’s okay. You shouldn’t be late to work.” He assures you, but maybe you’d be willing to, for him. He holds out hope that maybe you’d just stay.

“You’re so sweet, Jun. I might stay next time.”

Oh. Well, if not tonight, maybe next time. Waiting for the next time he gets to have you shouldn’t be so bad.

He’s lying. He’s desperate to have you stay, even if it’s the only time you’ll sleep in the same bed for a night.

“You know, I can cook. Used to cook for my friends when we went to the States. I made some damn good eggs. I can treat you to a good breakfast, promise.” Yeonjun offers. He’s certainly a sight, because he’s still very much naked aside for the fact theres a blanket covering his lower half. It flusters you a little. “I’m sure you’re great at it, Jun.” You sigh out.

“Seriously though, can you just stay? Just for tonight?” He pleads.

Yeonjun’s eyes were hopeful, glimmering while he waits for an answer. Your gaze softens, lips parting as you come up with a reply.

He’s cute. It wouldn’t hurt to stay. Wouldn’t break the… thing you both have going on.

“I’ll stay.”

Perhaps it was when you were wrapped in his arms, his comforter covering the both of you as your head rests against his chest, his heart beating against your ear, that you felt something more.

a/n: hi, im back. im sorry i haven’t wrote anything in a while, but my midterms have finished and i’ll be writing in a bit in october :) please accept this short drabble hehe

[wickedwitchofthegalaxy]

Foreign Feelings

Pairing: Anakin(rots)XFem!reader

Summary: All the smut and little plot 😝

Warnings~ NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, oral sex (M!receiving), hair pulling, dirty talking, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics

Credit: This is my own spin off to a story I read on here and I can’t find the story again, so please, please text me for inspo credit!

P.S. Also this is my first story since I started up writing again! Please feel free to send me a DM with suggestions or advice! Banner at the end by @cafekitsune Enjoy!!

Word count: 1.6K

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"I’ve never done this before,"

You lowly admit, the rush of adrenaline pulsing through your veins as you sink to your knees on Anakin’s bedroom floor. Panic and excitement warred within you, mingling with a heady anticipation of the unknown. As you both surrendered to the electric tension that had been building between you, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind - are you ready to embrace the unknown, or are you merely a passenger on this journey of forbidden desire?

Amidst the chaos of your emotions, one thing remains clear - in this moment, you feel truly alive. Being naked and this vulnerable in front of Anakin was not only a new experience but a thrilling one as well. His thumb traces your bottom lip as he lets you wrestle his pants off. The riveting touch of his rough fingers against your silk-like skin sends coded messages throughout your nerves, igniting a firestorm of desire that attempts to consume you whole. His tongue glides along his bottom lip and you find yourself mesmerized by the way his lips got more attractive when he covered them in his spit. Not to mention the raw intensity of his gaze. Those eyes, his enchanting blue eyes, stare down at you. His glare sends a rush of heat flooding your cheeks followed by a flush of arousal, steadily adding to the boiling desire within you.

Every word— No— Every syllable that leaves your pretty pink lips seems to fan the flames kindling within him.

He needed you.

"You'll be perfect, y/n— Just—"

His words trail off into a low, deep growl but the expression in his eyes speak volumes as your hand tentatively wraps around him. Butterfly wings flutter in your stomach while nervousness churns within you. He rolls his head back and takes a deep, labored breath. As his hand quickly reaches out and tangles roughly in your hair, you feel a surge of electricity radiating from his touch, a tangible reminder of the hunger simmering between you. The urgency in his actions sends a shock racing down your spine, a mixture of fervor and anxiety starting to pool in the front of your mind as he pushes you closer to his pulsing cock.

"Mmm," Anakin's mouth betrays him as you take his tip into your wet lips. The sweetness of his precum travels through your tastebuds as you swirl around him, trying to take more of him in. His cock makes your mouth feel full and warm as his hand in your hair guides you. Your thoughts cloud quickly as you let yourself fall into your own sense of pleasure.

You glance up to catch a glimpse of the lovely Jedi; his stomach flexing and sweat glistens on his bare skin while his left hand holds the front of his robe lazily to his chest. His flush lips are parted in awe and those beautiful blue eyes were staring down at you. The feeling of having all of his undivided attention makes your core tighten, and you use the feeling of satisfaction to push your throat further around his cock.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s it,” his tone is smooth and it rings through your ears, erupting a small chill that races down your neck. The scruff of his pubes grazes your lip as his hair-wrapped hand holds your head firmly in place. Your throat starts to contract, begging you for air as lines of drool trail down from the corners of your mouth. A sound croaks from your throat you’d never heard before, and his grip tightens on your hair. He quickly yanks you off of him, oxygen filling your lungs with a stab as the sharp pain from his pull elicits a small gasp. Coughing and trying to catch your breath you look up at him, unsure of what had gone wrong.

"What? What’s wrong?” You question him hoarsely, worriying you had somehow messed up.

“What happened?" You clutch your hands to his muscular thighs as you stare intently, searching his face for an answer. Had you done something wrong? Did you mess up? Your thoughts fill with worry.

His eyes seem to darken, they’re cloudy with unspoken words, while his mouth remains slightly ajar. You observe, a pang of uncertainty gnawing at your insides as you meet his gaze.

Doubt knots within you as you awaite his next move. His hand still tangled in your hair, he chuckles. The low rumble of his laugh sounds of the harshest silk yet glides gracefully through the air and melts into your ears and runs down your spine.

"You said this was your first time?" He questions.

You nod your head in agreement.

'How is that possible?' He thought to himself, 'I felt the back of her throat. I felt it. She didn’t fight when I force her to stay choking.'

His thoughts run wild with a trillion ideas, excitement sparkling in those darkened blue eyes. His hand tugs tightly at your hair which forces your head back with a snap. His next words come out… Well, in no other way than demanding.

"Open."

A jolt courses through you and having no reason not to oblige, you open your mouth, letting your tongue drape across your bottom lip. With each breathless moment that passes, you find yourself teetering on the edge of surrender, torn between the intoxicating pull of Anakin and the lingering echoes of hesitation. He begins smacking his tip on your tongue, a wet thwacking sound filling his small chamber.

“Just-Relax” His voice was sweet yet holds a sternness to it that made those pestering noises of hesitation in your mind quickly die off.

His mouth slowly parts again, a sight you’re growing to love, as he guides his cock into your mouth ever so slightly just to pull it back out, raking it across your spit covered tongue. His other hand leaves your hair and grips his robe tightly, trying to keep it on his chest and out of your way.

“You know you messed up,” Anakin’s hips rock into you, small groans leaving his plump lips.

“Now that I know you can take me, you’re never leaving my sight,”

The words left his lips and flowed through the air like a cold breeze on a hot day, it made goosebumps trickle all over your body.

The taste of his cock was foreign to your tastebuds, you weren’t sure how to feel about the new taste. Anakin's grip on your hair becomes increasingly tighter as he pushes you to take his full length into your throat once again. The sharp pull on your scalp was minuscule compared to the fire burning in your stomach. This time was harder than the last; it was like he doubled in girth and size in the small amount of time he wasn’t in your mouth. Disregarding your attempts to breathe he held you firmly, staring down at you. Those blue orbs were packed full with lust as his mouth continued to murmur slurs and praises one after the other.

"Fuck. Mmm shit… yes, like that, such a good girl," He could feel every time your throat retracted; it was sending him clear over the edge as he let himself sit in the back of your throat. Roughly, he thrusts his hips into your face, getting as deep into your tight little throat as he could before quickly pulling back his hips and forcing your head off and backwards. The sudden exit from your mouth has you letting out a deep cough, drool trails down your chin and begins to cover your neck. You try taking multiple deep breaths to regain some kind of composure, but Anakin didn’t want to see you composed.. No, quite the opposite. He wanted to see you completely overwrought and undone.

Without warning his firm grasp on your hair draws you back onto his dripping wet member with relentless urgency, leaving you no time to prepare as he fucks your throat at an impatient pace. When he wasn’t holding his cock as deep as it would get in the back of your throat, he was holding you tightly in place as he rocked his hips into you, desperately trying to chase his climax.

Your eyes burned with tears and your throat cried for release. The gags and chokes that were leaving your abused mouth were sounds of unholy scripture to his ears and it gave him exactly what he needed to release deep into your throat. He threw his head back as his groans ripple out, he practically growls your name.

It didn’t take much for you to swallow his load. He was so deep into your throat that he was practically in your stomach by the time his cum flowed out of him. Even after his release, his hand stays thoroughly clutching the back of your head, not letting you move an inch off his cock as he pulses in your mouth.

“Oh yeah, you’re mine,”

Anakin’s words were hazy to your ears as his chest heaved with deep labored breaths. Your lungs beg for oxygen and your body reacts to its signals for help. Your arms shot up to his thick thighs, trying to push off. He refuses to free his hold for what seems like an eternity, though in reality only a few seconds pass as he keeps you in place.

With a forceful tug he jerks your head back, tilting your face up to meet his gaping gaze. Your face is covered in spit and tears. He can’t help but admire you, thinking, you have never looked more beautiful, never more stunning than right now. His chest continues to heave as he drops his robe down, his other hand remaining firmly around your hair. Your eyes flicker up to his, fluttering as you try desperately to catch your breath. Anakin, in turn, has never looked more extraordinary in your eyes, the sweat glimmering on his eyebrows, his lips curved into a delicious smirk.

That smirk plastered on his face deepens as he surveys the masterpiece he has created on your face. A scene straight out of a movie, one he couldn’t take his eyes off. His sapphire blue orbs dance with ecstasy, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he attempts to slow his racing heart rate.

“Your mouth will only ever know my dick,” He said proudly.

“Do you understand?” His words echo in your mind, a heady mix of validation and vulnerability washes over you in waves as he used his now free hand to caress your liquid-covered cheeks.

[143-iloveu]

Credit for all photos goes to the original owners. I do not own these images.

MDNI - Not all of my works are NSFW, but I do not want minors interacting with my blog just to be safe. All NSFW content will carry a Mature Community Label. Ageless and empty blogs will promptly be blocked.

Constellations

Idol!Felix X GN!Reader

Tooth-rotting Fluff

Content Warnings - None

Word Count - 548

When your exhausted boyfriend comes home from dance practice and falls asleep in record time... you can't help but admire him.

©️ Please don't repost or translate my works on other platforms.

Fifty-five seconds.

That’s all the time it took for Felix to fall asleep once his head hit the pillow - a new record. You decided to count purely out of curiosity. He’s been heading to dance practice before dawn for the last four days, and Lord knows the boys don’t wrap things up until they are beyond exhausted. He hasn’t gotten a good night’s sleep this whole week.

As he drifts farther into dreamland, his tense muscles are finally given a chance to relax. His lips are forming a sleepy little pout, and a trail of drool is forming at the corner of his mouth - his signature face whenever he’s burnt out. He looks so peaceful lost in his dream. Your heart flutters at the sight. You could swear that you found your heaven within Felix. What selfless deed had you performed in your past life to be given the chance to be with such a sweetheart?

You’re quick to take advantage of the opportunity to admire the beautiful man who’s lying before you. His blonde locks are fanned across his forehead, some falling in his eyes. His breathing is slow, chest rising and falling in time. But the thing that always pulls at your heartstrings is seeing the freckles on Felix’s angelic face. It’s as if God painted constellations across his cheeks just for you to cherish.

You lay in bed next to him, attempting to count how many individual freckles you can see.

‘One hundred forty-three,’ you think to yourself.

That’s the farthest you’ve ever gotten.

Suddenly, Felix rolls further into you, burying his face in your chest and wrapping a strong arm around your waist. He holds you tight against him, and you can feel a small smile spreading across his lips. He must have felt you staring and rolled over to hide his face. He’s always such a shy baby whenever he catches you staring at him with hearts in your eyes.

He’s trapped you within his grasp, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You have only a single complaint; you weren’t finished counting. You sigh, accepting that your mission has failed. There’s always tomorrow. Although, you’re certain his freckles are infinite, just like the number of reasons to love him.

“Sweet dreams, my freckled prince,” you whisper.

He hums in response.

“I love you, Yongbokie,” you say gently against his temple before pressing a kiss to it.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he mumbles against your chest.

It feels as if you see God every time he says your name, intoxicated by the sound of it falling from his pouty lips. If his love were a religion, you’d be a devout worshipper. You’ve got him, and he’s got you; until the end of time.

He gives your waist a small squeeze before looking up at you with the cutest sleepy eyes. His lips are puckered, silently asking for another goodnight kiss. You happily oblige. A smile crawls onto his face, and he shifts to get comfortable again. He quickly falls back asleep, a light snore escaping his lips. You lay there truly appreciating the fact that you can call this man yours. Without him, you’d be completely lost. Soon, your exhaustion drags you off to join Felix in dreamland.

A/N: I am so freaking soft for Lixie. I wrote this one-shot in a couple of hours but went back over it hundreds of times since writing it. It has sat in my finished works folder for over a year, and I'm finally ready to let it see the light of day. I hope you love this as much as I do!

-Ashe 🦊🐺

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT being Toji Fushiguro’s sponsor (aka sugar mommy) ♡︎ p.1.

You’re Toji’s favorite stress relief. His go-to lover when he needs to let off some steam after a hard mission or a bad day out at the horse track. He’s got you wrapped around his finger, eager to please him any chance you get. And who can blame you? The way his muscles bulge against his tight black shirt or the way his gray sweatpants outline his dickprint deliciously, especially when he manspreads. Toji is aware of your hyper sexual tendencies and uses it to his advantage. It’s hard to refuse his request for money when he’s towering over you from behind and pressing his groin into your ass. You’re to turned on to deny him when you can feel his warm breath on your ear and sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core.

Don’t worry though, he won’t leave you hanging and is sure to compensate you. He’ll even let you suck his cock as a reward for being such a good girl. He knows how horny you get when you see him shirtless and his pants hang low to expose the hairs that trail down his lower abdomen into his pelvis creating a happy trail. That’s all the incentive you need to find yourself on your knees in between Toji’s meaty thighs while he sits of the edge of the couch, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. His eyes darkening with desire as he watched you grip his cock in your hands. You licked a strip up his cock and dotted wet kisses on the tip of his head before opening your mouth wider and taking him in. Impatiently, Toji guided your head back and forth, forcing you to swallow him as far down your throat as you could. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes and you had to regulate your breathing, but nothing could stop you from wanting to please him more.

You expertly took his whole cock in your mouth, expanding your throat to accommodate his thickness, all the way til your nose brushed against his untrimmed pubes. You looked up at him, your eyes watering from the burn. You didn’t stay there long, continuing to bob your head up and down his cock, sucking him off like you’re done many times before. Saliva dripped down your chin as you licked and sucked at his cock and balls. You didn’t care when Toji gripped at your hair and fucked your throat at his own rough pace, beginning to more freely move his hips, repeatedly slamming the big head of his cock against the back of your throat. "Take it deeper, Y/n," he growls, his gruff voice filled with need. "I know you can handle it."

He was fucking into your mouth like a toy, but you were so invested that you couldn't help but focus on him and how to please him. He encased you in a smoky halo as he took another drag from his cigarette, letting out a stream of milky vapor around you. He stared down at you, his eyes holding a spark of dark amusement. "You look like such a slut sucking my cock like that," he groaned, his voice a mix of satisfaction and mockery. He let his grip on your hair guide your movements, controlling the pace as he thrust into your mouth with a wild abandon. The wet sounds of your sucking and the sight of your saliva dripping down your chin only drove him further into a frenzy.

You were overcome with need when his cock twitched in your mouth, signaling Toji was about to release. Drool and precum trickled down the sides of your mouth as you readied yourself to take on his load. With one more thrust, he pushed your head into his pelvis and held you in place as he came down your throat. His body tensed from his release and you could see the veins in his neck poke through from the force, his grip on your head tightens painful but you welcomed the pain knowing it’s caused by his pleasure. Your throat expanded and contracted to swallow the amount of semen he released, using your skilled tongue to savor every last bit of his essence, swallowing it all down with a gulp. He released his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull back with a wet pop, saliva and cum glistening on your lips.

Eventually, Toji released his grip on your hair, traveling to clutch the bottom of your chin and tilt your head up to meet his piercing eyes. “Open,” he ordered, and you opened your mouth wide, tongue out to show him that you swallowed all his hot cum and prove just how obedient you are.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “Told you, you could take it,” his thumb swiping along your face, smearing your cheek with his cum, marking you as his own. Your cunt fluttered at the praise, and you looked at him expectantly, eager to know what else he had in store for you. But to your disappointment, he pulled his hand away from your face and sheathed his still glistening length into his pants. “Now, I’m going to take a shower and when I get out, I expect you to be in the bed, naked and ready for me. Do I make myself clear?”

a/n: I kinda don’t like this… it feels rushed and no thought to it.

[thesassypadawan]

Debriefing *part 2* (Master Obi-Wan x PadawanFemReader)

Summary: After a somewhat successful undercover mission, your master wants you to properly thank him…luckily, he’s not in a debriefing with anyone. So you can make as much noise as you want.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Blowjob, a little bondage, and Obi’s thick dick. Padawan reader is of age.

Notes: Thanks all you lovelies for taking the time out to read part 2!  I hoped you enjoyed it and look forward to part 3! And I also hope you enjoy part 1 and part 3!

“Don’t you think a ‘thank you’ is in order?” Obi-wan smirked. “Considering that I did just rescue you from the messy situation you got yourself into.”

Your jaw dropped open. Shocked to hear him say that, considering this had been his idea in the first place. The binders, the barely there outfit, the whole master and slave personas…

But, as much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You were the one who had diverted from the plan. You were the one who stupidly got yourself kidnapped and had to be saved like some naïve youngling.

“Thank… Thank you for saving me, master.” You mumbled, your poor hands still bond behind your back. “I promise to make it up to you some…”

You trailed off, noticing the way he looked at you. The way his eyes swept up and down your scantily clad body, clearly undressing you with his gaze. “M-Master?” You stuttered, your face heating up from his brazen gesture.

“I’m sure you will, padawan of mine.” Obi laughed darkly, taking a step forward. “In fact, I can think of a few ways you can do so…right now.”

Without thinking, you take a step back as he took another forward. The two of you continued this little dance until he had you caged against the wall of the ship. His face buried in your neck, nipping softly.

At first you stifled your moans. But when his nips became bites, you let out a stream of small gasps. “Why? Why, master?”

He runs his tongue up your neck and across your lips. Before he pulled back, a satisfied look on his face. “Come now, darling. It’s not time for you to be asking questions…it’s time for you to thank your master.”

Your eyes shined with a mischievous glint as Obi-Wan’s hand rose to cup your jaw. The other coming to rest on your shoulder, applying gentle pressure. You understood what he wanted, and you were more than happy to oblige. Allowing him to slowly guide you down to your knees.

Giving you one last tender squeeze, his hands left to tug at his pants until his cock had sprung free. He was semi-hard and you couldn’t help but look up at him expectantly. Watching giddily while he stroked himself, growing to his full, impressive length.

Biting your bottom lip, you squirmed in anticipation. “You’re so big! Please, shove-” Your words were cut short when Obi pushed himself into your open mouth.

You mewled excitedly, sucking on his long, thick cock. Hollowing your cheeks while he snapped his hips forward. “Whatever my little one wants, she gets,” he cooed down at you.

His speed picked up as he eagerly fucked your face. Big balls slapping heavily against your chin. Drool dripping from the corners of your stuffed mouth, falling onto your breasts.

Pleased moans escaped you. Loving every moment of the rough treatment you receive. Of how helpless you felt against Obi-Wan’s near brutal pace, your head brushing the wall behind you.

“Such a good girl, swallowing me down so well,” he growled, thrusts growing harsher. “You look absolutely stunning with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

His praises warmed your body. Making you suck at his hot length more eagerly, taking more of him into your mouth. Bobbing your head in time with his harsh movements, while he pushed further down your throat.

Pulling all the way out of your mouth, you sputtered and gasped for air. “Master,” you whimpered, gazing up at him with wide eyes. “I want your cum!”

Kneeling down to your level, Obi cradled your face gently. “I know you do, dear one,” he chuckled, running his thumb across your swollen bottom lip. “But if I’m going to fill something of yours…I’d rather it be that tight, little cunt.”

With a grunt, he hauled you to your feet. “Is that understood?” He muttered, hand cupping and caressing your pussy.

“Yes,” you moaned softly, grinding shamelessly against his palm.

Your master flashed you a charming smile, his fingers teasing your clit through the thin fabric. “Good. Now be a love and go wait in my quarters. I have something I need to attend to first. It won’t be long, I promise.”

He gave your nub a hard pinch and sent you on your way.

Waiting a moment or two, he then turned his attention towards the recording device he had hidden.

“Hope you enjoyed my ‘debriefing’, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said smugly. “May the force be with you. Kenobi out.”

And with the message finished, he sent it off.

[yourlovermori]

— Throat-Fucking + Katsuki

contains: 18+ content mdni. smut, mean!bakugo, throat fucking, manhandling, a teeny bit of praise, slight degradation, established relationship, slight dacryphilla, oral (m!receving), cum swallowing

authors note: thank you sm for 1,000 notes on my last work, and for that i present you this, enjoy!!! (also it’s important that your partner checks on you after any sexual activity/aftercare is important!!)

your fingers trace his pecs — brushing over his nipples, his abs flex under your touch and his breath hitches. you move to press kisses among the plane of his abdomen your fingers trailing not too far below.

Katsuki’s had a rough day, low level thugs causing fuckin problems n’ shit, putting people in danger leaving his ass to clean up the mess —so much so that he finds it hard to even drag himself through the door — discarding his boots and peeling off his ash ridden hero suit with dread, feeling like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. but you — being his sweet little girlfriend, you offered to take away all of his stresses leading you here, sinking to your knees gazing upon him in his glory.

he cradles your face letting out a shaky breath waiting with anticipation. you press gentle kisses along his adonis belt, licking along his v-line holding onto thighs that tense with every swipe of your tongue and graze of your lips.

his manhood stands tall — tan and thick, a prominent vein sits on the left and his tip is an angry shade of red. globs of pre cum dribble down his shaft — he’s needy cock jumping for attention but your hand cups his balls instead. his jaw clenches, hissing at the feeling

“woulda stop teasing”

agitation seeping through his body, he’s tired of the games and craves the relief you’ve promised

“be patient ki” you coo

your hand delicately wraps around his cock pumping it slowly and giving a kiss to his cockhead — licking the pre that leaks from his slit, before you wrap your lips around him taking him whole. a groan falls from hand finding purchase on your head.

but it’s not long till you’re pulling off his cock with a pop. his eyes flutter open long blonde lashes revealing vermilion orbs, he grunts looking down at you eyes hung low and hungry with lust.

he grumbles something under his breath eyes turning dark gripping your hair

“here let me help ya’ since yer having some trouble”

he pushes your face flush against his pelvis — nose buried in his pubes forcing you to inhale his scent. the shock of the sudden force makes you choke and gag around him ripping a gurutal groan from his chest.

your eyes gloss over and when you look up at him he loses all resolve. he pulls you back to tip of his cock shoving you back against him harshly.

tears are welling up in your eyes and your nose burns, he’s heavy on your tongue — bullying your throat bubbles of drool spill out the corners of your mouth pooling down your lips. he hits the back of your throat making you gag on his length and he chokes back a moan as he continuously repeats the action.

his grip becomes harsher — thrusting in your throat animalistically, face fucking you like a slut.

“god yer—f-fuck takin’ me so well” he pants, breaths labored and ragged “taking it like a champ”

your tears spill and fuck you look ruined, spit dribbles out the corner of your mouth onto his balls that harshly slap against your chin. the vulgar sounds of shloshes of spit and the assault on your throat sends a pang of pleasure down to your cunt. you move to play with your clit but can’t help the moans and whimpers that vibrate around his dick, bucking into your slick covered fingers like a bitch in heat begging for release.

the sensation makes his dick throb and his hips stutter.

“dick getting shoved down your throat gets you off? fuckin’ disgusting”

he jeers, voice husky dark laced with desire

you’re too gone to even comprehend what he saying but the sound of his voice echoing your apartment walls makes your pussy spasm n’ drool. the clenching of your throat every time he hits the back of your throat has him grunting—moaning his cock throbbing violently. you move to message his balls that twitch and tighten in your hold, he’s close.

but when you press that goey spot inside your warmth everything comes shattering down on you, your eyebrows pull together, eyes fluttering close going limp in his hold being blinded by the white that takes over you.

his pace quickens, brutally shoving his dick inside the searing heat of your throat. the sight ‘s lewd he uses you like nothing but a fuck toy. words slurring and breath quickening

“s-shit oh fuck f-fuck me” he moans

coming with a silent sob. hot ropes of cum shoot at the back of your throat — his cock twitching and balls tightening as he rides out his high — almost curling in on himself pleasure overtaking him. his pace slows and with a grunt he’s pulling you off his cock, spit and his cum drip down your sultry lips as you swallow his load with tears dried on the apples of your cheek.

his eyes scan over your face subconsciously checking to see if he hurt you. concern fleeting in his eyes.

“m’ okay” you breathe knowing how much of a worry wort he can be, but it’s sweet to know that he cares.

“you look fucked up” he breathes through an airy chuckle pulling you in for a passionate kiss one that leaves you moaning into him aware that he’s tasting himself on your tongue.

you pull back, hands resting on his broad chest

“we should do that more often” you suggest panting softly into his mouth, he hums in acknowledgment before pulling you into another.

he thinks so too.

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Princess

Okay, I hate this, but I'm currently in a clinic and I'm so proud of having written at all that I'm just gonna toss it into the void. Warnings: spit play if you squint, make out sesh, ooc Johnny

Stay at home evenings with Johnny are some of your favorite evenings. You’re both lazing on the couch, not even cuddling, but your legs are touching where you put them up on the couch. That little point of contact is enough to make your entire body feel warm and safe.

You’re mindlessly watching television. Just enjoying each other’s company and the cozy feeling that being together brings you.

Your question is soft, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable atmosphere that’s settled over the both of you like a nice fuzzy blanket. “Pass me the popcorn, princess?”

Without even looking away from the TV, Johnny grabs the bowl and passes it to you. The quiet crunch of the popcorn joins the TV buzz and there’s a few seconds of comfortable quiet before Johnny whips around to you so quickly, you jump a bit. “Hold on, what did you just call me?!”

You blink slowly at him. “Princess?”

That simple word earns you privilege of watching Johnny’s jaw drop a bit and the loveliest, softest shade of pink rises to his cheeks and the tip of his ears. He’s speechless. A rare occurrence. You watch the way he gapes at you and a sly grin grows on your lips.

“You like that? Princess?”

The cute shade of pink turns deeper almost red and if you had the mind for it you’d wax poetically about the change of colour resembling a sunset. But as it is you’re focused on watching the man grow more flustered and your grin turns almost evil.

“What is it, Johnny Princess?”

He tries to catch himself and his voice is adorably wobbly as he stutters out: “You… You can’t call me that!”

You lean back almost relaxed and watch him like a hawk watching its prey. “And why not?”

He looks to the side, almost looks like he is tempted to hide his face in his hands, which he promptly does. “Because! I’m a grown man!”

His hands come down again and you lean forward into his space. His eyes grow wide, nervously darting down to your lips and back up to your eyes. When he sees the knowing glint in them he groans, knowing that you noticed. His hands cover his face again. “Don’t look at me like that!”

Your voice is a soft coo as you speak to him. “Baby, you can be as big of a man as you want, you’ll still be my princess. My pretty little princess.”

Again there’s a beat of silence, the TV long forgotten and then you hear it. The sweetest little sound escapes his perfect mouth. Johnny whimpers.

You feel your heartbeat echoing in your entire body, the blood rushing. You did this. You reduced this hardened soldier to a stuttering, whining mess. It’s a heady feeling in the presence of a man so outgoing and confident.

Johnny can feel your body heat when you lean in even more and when he feels your breath on his ear with your next words, he shudders. “Come on, Johnny. Don’t hide your pretty face from me. I just want to admire my princess.”

He shakes his head under his hands so you take matters into your own hands. Gently you take a hold of his wrists and pry them away. You get rewarded with his flushed face. He looks at you so helplessly and flustered that you want to devour him whole. When he bites his lip you snap.

You surge forward and press him backwards into the couch and he goes down so easily that it makes your heart skip a beat.

When your lips meet his it’s messy. The full force of your desire for the man hits you and you kiss him hungrily, all tongue and teeth and your sweet little Johnny moans into the kiss. You pull back a bit, braced on your arms and look at him. He looks so pretty all breathless and needy. You feel like you’ll combust when you notice that he’s drooling a bit.

Johnny’s only warning is the darkening of your eyes before you lean forward and lick the trail of drool up to the corner of his mouth. Then you fit your tongue between his lips again just to pull back a second later. “Don’t waste any of it, princess.”

Suddenly he becomes frantic, wraps his arms around you and grabs onto your shirt. “Oh my god, please.”

“Please what, Johnny.”

He whines again and tugs gently on your shirt trying to get you closer while he spreads his legs for you to get even closer to him. “I don’t know. Please, just, please. Anything! Just call me princess again and touch me!”

“It’s my pleasure, princess.”

He shudders and when you kiss him again he wraps his legs around you too. It’s mumbled against your lips when he whines “I love you” into the kiss.

[mingisaddctn]

hiii 😋😋 i just wanted to say that you are my fav writer tbh and i love your writing style. YOURE SO AMAZINGGGGG

i wanted to request a yunho smut based off the song body party by ciara? maybe the reader showing him how much they love him or something 😭 i’ve been dying for smtg like thissss..

if you don’t take requests like this i understanddd buttt other than that ilysm and your posts make my day LMAO

omg thank you so so so much ;-; this is too sweet im dying, im so glad you like my writing style. also ive been having yunho brainrot lately so im gonna try a lil something here for you

even though he had the height to be a scary human pole, you couldn't see him in a way other than a giant baby. yunho had this thing about him, a feeling, a pheromone, something that brought you closer to his sweetest self, and made you want to nestle yourself in his scent, engulfed in his being.

oh, you loved him. and you loved him bad — that's why you were milking him dry with your mouth.

kneeling in between his muscular thighs, the ones where your fingernails dug themselves into, you lowered your head over and over on his cock, feeling every little vein on the tip of your tongue, saliva pooling around the corners of your lips and falling to your chin. your jaw almost fell asleep, but the way he laid, hands behind him into the sheets of your shared bed as his head was thrown back, and you could only stare at his adam's apple bobbing from the grunts that left his body with full force.

your pretty, sweet, whiny boy.

he was your whole world, and you were his, and the best way to let him know about that was to be on top of him, taking every last drop of cum like a hungry devil, in a greed of pure sin.

"please" he placed his palm on your cheek, cupping your face and guiding your mouth off of him, leaving a trail of saliva behind. his eyes were two chocolaty irises that stared at you with utter devotion. "I need to be inside you."

and his wish were your orders. you stood from where you were kneeling, with the help of his arms and lowered your panties, sitting on his damp boxers—with the mixture of precum and your drool—and lowered yourself on him, arms holding his neck so dearly, so scared of leaving a mark on his perfectness.

he moaned, mouth open against yours and eyes burning into your mind. no thoughts to be perceived, just the two of you enjoying the moment, feeling pleasure out of this world, fucked out and fucked dumb.

rolling your hips with the help of his big hands, you moaned loud, not minding anything other than the need to bear him all, to lead him to his glory. yunho grabbed your body, enveloping you into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he helped your moves by pounding upwards.

your motions were made out of pure desperation that turned into primal urges, connecting with the side of your mind that you could never access if it wasn't when you were fucking yourself on his cock, drooling with eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"I love you" you whimpered and babbled and sang into his ear. "I love you—I love you"

he kept on pounding, moans becoming groans and burning against his throat.

"I love you" he moaned back, his words slurred against your skin, but engraving themselves like a thick tattoo, so you wouldn't ever forget.

he was reaching his finishing point when his movements became sharper and you dove into the scent of his sweat mixed with the faint cologne, everything that made him smell like him, leaving the imprint of his wholeness in you, claiming you in every way he could.

his teeth nursed themselves into the skin of your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but just the right amount to let any wandering eye see who you belonged to. with a deep groan, and the rumbling of his chest trembling against yours, you felt his thighs twitching, and he came into your walls, feeding them what they truly needed all this time.

the only way you could show how much you loved him, was if he allowed you by loving you even more. if it was ever possible at all.

[softagenda]

drunken dance (ais)

ais x reader(f) (mature)

alternate universe / dancer!mc / assassin au

originally posted on ao3

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His gaze soon returned to the prima, inspecting her with fresh eyes.

She was panting slightly, her face turned upward as her arms slowly dropped to her sides. Gold magic continued to exude from them, the fine mist now cloying and viscous, drooling from her veins like honey.

The prima then glanced up, searching for a moment before finding him in the crowd. She held his gaze for a moment, a flicker of something sharp awakening in those pretty eyes.

Ais tilted his head back, his mouth curling.

Interesting.

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The Red Banquet ebbed and flowed around you in a roiling, scarlet ocean of silk and sound. 

You watched over the early embers of the party as Eridia’s elite mingled, sparkling jewelry swinging as they danced, laughed, sneered, and drank themselves to oblivion. Soon the ceremonial dance would begin, and you would be called to the stage - for now you hid in the shadows and explored the palatial inner sanctum of the temple. 

“The night’s still young, yet some are already getting sloppy.” 

You glanced over your shoulder as Mhin approached, slinking through the shadows of the wall until they had reached your side. 

They were already dressed for the dance, in the ensemble that the troupe leader had painstakingly chosen for the occasion: the silk top hooked around their neck in a glittering chain of pearls, descending in a shimmering garnet swath to a matching band across the hem wrapped above their waist, the tiny beads bouncing against bare, pale skin. Two gossamer shawls hung from their arms, cinched at the shoulder, a golden cuff around the bicep, then once more at the wrist. Trousers of the same fabric billowed down their legs to golden anklets that sparkled and chimed with tiny bells.

Mhin moved silent as a ghost despite the jewelry dappled across their frame. A veil of silk hung across his nose and mouth, masking his expression.

“The more, the better,” you said. Drunk people were easier to manipulate.

They braced themselves on the banister, lilac eyes trailing over the crowd. “I always knew their kind never gave a fuck about the common folk, but this is… beyond even my imagination.” Their eyes narrowed on the massive fountains of white wine, tables full of enough fine food to feed ten times the guests present. “Throwing a party, wasting so much money and food, while hordes of Soulless terrorize the villages. Disgusting.”

You crossed your arms and leaned your hip against the pillar. “We’ll have to remember to circle back round to the kitchens after…” you trailed off, sharing a look. “With Leander’s help, we can haul back some of the food for the kids.”

Though the mask hid their expression, you could tell exactly how Mhin felt at the idea of eating the noble’s leftovers - in a word, homicidal - but the thought of Fenrir, Silvia, and the other troupe children stalled that infamously sharp tongue. 

“They would certainly appreciate it more than this lot,” Mhin scoffed. “I doubt a single one of these prissy noblewomen will eat much, even as their pig partners gorge themselves.”

Hoping to lighten the mood, you nudged them with your foot and smiled when they met your gaze. “Silvia would be beside herself at that mountain of fruit.” 

The corners of their eyes crinkled as a reluctant smile likely formed beneath the veil. “Huxtly would stick his whole head in the chocolate fountain. Make himself sick, probably.” 

“Fenrir could eat a whole one of those pheasants by himself.”

“If he could snag one before Yulia devoured them all.”

Grinning, you pushed off from the pillar and leaned on the banister next to them, your shoulders bumping. For a moment, you both enjoyed the idea, the banquet and all its glamor falling away amidst this pocket of peace. Your heart lurched wistfully in your chest. 

“Soon.” At their sideways glance, you continued in a hushed tone, “Soon we’ll be able to give them that. To see the look on their faces, when they have so much food they can’t possibly eat it all.”

Mhin stared for a long moment, before they sighed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. One wrong move, and our heads will stand on pikes outside the temple gates.”

You frowned. “We’ve swam through far more dangerous waters than this,” you said with a nod toward the party. 

“Don’t be flippant. Monsters roam these halls, the likes of which we’ve never seen.” Their hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, their words a fervent whisper. “Don’t trust anyone. Never let your guard down. 

You huffed and stood up, tugging your wrist back. “This isn’t my first performance, Mhin. Don’t you trust me to handle this?”

“You, I trust. Them… him ….” They shot a seering glare at the stage. An empty throne sat in prime of place, a behemoth crafted from snow white, glittering Abaranth silver. A priceless treasure, bought with the brutal culling of the Abaranth people. Mhin’s people. “Never.”

Seething hate burned in their eyes - an enmity born of extraordinary suffering and loss. They had never spoken in detail about the massacre of his village, but you had noticed the remnants of that pain all the time: in the way he gripped his dagger in his sleep, the way he flinched at a campfire that flamed too high, the viciously protective way he guarded you and the troupe members, especially the children.

You looked over the party again.

These people had rejoiced. They had clothed themselves in jewelry hewn from that purest silver and danced on the mountains of corpses they had wrought to attain it. Thousands killed to slake that insatiable lust.

All of it made possible by the god of this temple. 

The Vessel of the Seaspring and his army of Soulless.

“I’ll be careful,” you reassure them softly, your gaze on that empty throne. Determination to see this through burned white hot in your chest. You would succeed. And with this victory, the futures of so many would be saved. 

Spurred by that thought, you glanced at the entrance of the hall and immediately caught the eye of a man lingering in the doorway, his arms folded over his thick chest. Leander’s mouth lifted  into a smile, his chin jerking toward the interior. 

“Looks like it’s time to get dressed,” you murmured before rising and heading toward the staircase. After a moment, you felt the shift in air as Mhin caught up and walked at your side, their arm brushing against yours.

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Ais hated shit like this.

When he reluctantly strode out of the shrine gate and took his place on the thick cushions of the throne, the crowd of nobles cheered and toasted their glasses, spilling wine onto the floor. They didn’t seem bothered at all by his lack of response, too caught up in the drunken revelry to care if he watched them all with utmost apathy. 

With a pointed look at his man by the door, Ais enacted his plan to hurry along the events of the night and return to his rooms to laze about in solitude. Well, mostly solitude - he’d probably invite Princess to join him, maybe one of the dancers if they excited him.

Much as he’d like to, Ais couldn’t abstain from the entire banquet altogether - Ocudeus demanded his due from the horde of bloodthirsty humans - but he could decide how long and when. He figured, if he came for the dancing and ceremonial offerings, he’d at least be somewhat entertained and fed well.

Then, he could leave and sink into oblivion once more.

Chin propped on his palm, one leg thrown over the arm rest of the throne, Ais sat through two performances. The first was an instrumental ensemble with a variety of horns he’d never seen before. The second had dancers, but the kind that put on a theatrical performance, with exaggerated drama and a scene where one person was tragically killed by another. 

The crowd dabbed the corners of their eyes. 

Ais yawned. 

He’s contemplating the swirling red wine in his goblet, contemplating leaving early regardless of Ocudeus’ wrath, when the third performance swept into the room.

Near drowsing, he watched the dancers glide into position in the center of the room, draped in fluttering red robes and glittering pearls. A cluster of musicians set up close to the stage, their instruments polished and primed. He paused as a familiar face appeared just behind the musicians: short dark hair, emerald eye, a winsome smile on his handsome face. Leander.

Ais tilted his head, curiosity peaked. The mage rarely made an appearance in the palace of the Seaspring - before Ocudeus had swarmed his influence over the kingdom, Ais had been a frequent visitor at Leander’s pub. They used to be something close to friends.

Leander’s attention was riveted to the center of the hall. Ais followed his gaze.

The dancers had formed two rings around the stage, fixed in place with their arms out and curled artfully around them like the blooming petals of a flower. They waited, eyes bright and smiles hidden beneath silk veils, for the music to begin.

At the center of the formation was a single dancer - the prima. 

Even at a distance, she shone brighter than the rest. 

In addition to her ceremonial garb, she was draped in an additional robe, this one as delicate and transparent as sea foam and embroidered with the tiniest glittering gems that caught the light like a river of stars. Her long hair was swept high on her head and fixed with a crown: its frame comprised of curling, golden tendrils, cresting in the center around a massive garnet, each tentacle fixed with dangling pearls that danced with every turn of her head. The tail of her hair flowed to the small of her back, a long silky length that curled like rolling waves and gleamed under the torchlight around the hall. Her hands were the color of summer storms, in which rivers of gold branched across the dark sky.

A feast for the eyes.

Ais rose from his slouch and leaned forward on the throne. 

At some unspoken signal, the musicians began to play. An eerie, seductive melody began to fill the room, a string instrument singing through the sharp beats of a drum. The dancers began to turn in place, slow and winding, before curling toward the center and rolling together, their robes forming the waves of a shore. 

They twirled and writhed to the music, twining around each other, the two rings weaving together, separating, leaping around the floor as one. At their center the prima rose and fell with them, her lithe form undulating, each stroke of her arms through the air prompting an ensuing wave amongst the other dancers, as though she were the moon commanding the tides. 

The lethargic tempo gradually grew more passionate and alive. He’s reminded of the insidious curl of clouds that grew in strength and torrent, until a hurricane descended from the heavens - only this particular tempest, wrapped in red silk and gold, burned like an inferno. 

The prima leapt recklessly through the ranks of the other dancers, the glitter of her crown and robes parting the sea of fire like a lightning strike. At one point she danced to the front of the stage, as close to the throne as she could, and her gaze caught his over her veil.

Bright, burning eyes encircled by thick lashes and red paint. Pearls had been fixed in clusters around her temples, then scattered around her taut stomach and back, gleaming against her skin.  This close, he could watch the undulation of muscle and sinew in each curl of her body, each movement graceful, effortless, as smooth as the silk clinging to her frame. 

She spun back to the center of the formation as the music rose to a crescendo, her dancers all around twisting in a frenzy, and then lifted her arms. Every dancer but the prima paused, then fell to the ground like dolls whose strings had been cut.

The hair at the nape of his neck stood on end. 

The gold veins across her hands and forearms suddenly flared. An aura enveloped them, golden mist issuing from her skin, and then a single ball of light formed between her palms. 

Ais sat up as the ancient magic welled from within the dancer’s body. 

He tensed, claws gripping the armrests, as her hands molded the sphere of magic, radiating light like a miniature star, before twisting sharply. 

It burst across the air like a firework. Sparkling comets of magic flew through the air, delighting the crowd into shrieks and screams of delight. He flicked a finger as one shot toward him, redirecting it with ease, and watched as it merrily spun in the air before crashing into a statue and dissipating in a last, popping spark. 

Ais eased back onto the throne, surveying the crowd. The magic hadn’t harmed any of the humans, from what he could tell. They continued to clamor rapturously, some even chasing after the last few rays of magic and grasping with their hands to try and catch it. 

His gaze soon returned to the prima, inspecting her with fresh eyes. 

She was panting slightly, her face turned upward as her arms slowly dropped to her sides. Gold magic continued to exude from them, the fine mist now cloying and viscous, drooling from her veins like honey. 

Ancient magic presented amongst beings - humans and monsters alike - rarely but on the chance that it occurred, it did so in unique ways. He’d never seen magic quite like this, in all his centuries of existence. 

The prima then glanced up, searching for a moment before finding him in the crowd. She held his gaze for a moment, a flicker of something sharp awakening in those pretty eyes.

Ais tilted his head back, his mouth curling.

Interesting. 

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When the servant had arrived at the guest quarters of the troupe with a summoning from the Vessel, he was met with little surprise or fanfare. 

Mhin had answered the door and, after a moment, nodded tersely. “She needs time to prepare. Wait out here.”

“The Vessel will not be kept wait - “ the servant tried to stop them, only to jump back as Mhin slammed the door in his face. 

Grimfaced, Mhin joined you in your corner of the dressing room. Fischa was dabbing the sweat from your body with a couple cotton pads, taking special care to refresh the makeup around your face and apply fresh glue to any pearls that slipped on your skin. “It worked.”

“Oh!” The other dancer gasped, her cheeks flushing, before she lunged for the box full of perfumes and essential oils. “How long does she have? Oh, but it’d be best if you could bathe - you can’t service the Vessel with a sweaty body. A wardrobe change, at the very least?” 

A nerve in Mhin’s clenched jaw jumped, but they said nothing as Fischa was soon joined by the other dancers, who dithered around you and argued how best to prepare you for a night with the temple god. 

After much debate, they bullied you into changing into a fresh ceremonial outfit - still vibrant red and accentuated by pearls and garnets, but clean, dry, and embroidered with gold sparrows and delicate blossoms. 

“Just a dab of this, and you’ll be ready to go!” Fischa beamed, her fingers dipping into a lotion compact. She rubbed circles into the crook of her neck and wrists, the scent of honey and clover brushing against your senses.

You wondered whether they would be as excited preparing you for a night with the Vessel, if they knew what you intended to do with it. Still, you would never return their kindness with anything less than gratitude. 

“Thank you, sisters,” you murmured, clasping her hands and offering a slightly wan smile. 

“You know, I can’t remember whether we’ve had a talk about… intimate relations,” Rukia chimed in, wrapping an arm through your elbow. “Have you been with a partner before?”

“Yes,” you said immediately, shutting down that frightening prospect before the other dancer got any further. “I’m aware.”

A series of knocks banged impatiently on the door to the quarters.

Fischa shared a look with Rukia when something seemed to occur to her. She hurried to a small dresser and dug around inside before returning with a small compact. She handed it to you with slightly pink cheeks. “Take this. Surely the Vessel won’t be… too passionate, but just in case.”

Confused, you opened the lid. A clear, viscous salve sat inside. You stared at it for a moment before her words sunk in. 

Your cheeks burned.

Clearing your throat, you screwed the lid back on with clumsy fingers and tucked the compact in your pocket. “Thanks, Fishca,” you said, avoiding everyone’s gaze and turning toward the door. 

Mhin grabbed your arm and pulled you to a stop just before the door. In their hand was a thin, ornate dagger, the blade purest white.

You tucked it within the folds of your pants, strapped to your hip with a leather belt. The drape of your robes should hide the slight bulge - it might cause a bit of trouble unsheathing the dagger, but you’d make it work. 

Mhin leaned close and murmured in your ear. “Don’t hesitate. If anything seems off, do whatever you have to to get the fuck out of there.” 

You nodded. 

“I’ll be nearby.” Their hand brushed across the bracelet at your wrist. It was enchanted with a spell that, when activated with magic, would signal the matching one on Mhin’s wrist to vibrate.

“If you need me.”

You nodded again, this time grabbing their hand and squeezing for a moment, before lifting your chin and striding toward the door. 

The harried servant, clearly both irritated and panicked to have been kept waiting, hustled you through the palace at fast as he could. 

Despite having an excellent sense of direction, you soon found yourself struggling to remember the turns you’d taken, as each hall looked identical with its blood red walls and black marble floors, when the servant guided you around one last corner that opened up to a larger room with a vaulted ceiling.

You paused on the threshold, sucking in a gasp. 

Amongst the luxurious velvet walls, the towering, worn mahogany doors set at the top of an equally ancient set of stairs looked unnatural. Around the circular room, grotesque statues lined the walls - no, not just statues.

Soulless.

Your stomach lurched. 

“Come, this way,” the servant ushered, hovering and gesturing insistently but apparently unwilling to touch you. “Please. He’s been waiting for so long now.”

You swallowed around a dry throat and followed on slightly shaking legs, your eyes darting around the room, trying to keep as many of the monsters in sight as possible. Still, even as you reached the bottom of the stairs, not a single Soulless had so much as twitched in your direction. 

Hell of an entrance. Literally.

“Up the stairs, through the doors. Go, go.”

You’d ascended halfway when you realized the servant hadn’t accompanied you. You looked over your shoulder. 

The servant was gone. 

Only the Soulless remained in the room. Where before they had remained as still and lifeless as statutes, now every red eye in the room opened and fixed upon you. 

Terror shot like fire through your body.

Sprinting up the steps, you burst through the old doors and slammed them shut behind you, your heart pounding in your head, your chest. 

Fighting to calm down, you forced your breath to slow and let your hands fall from their panicked barricade on the door. You sighed as your body cooled, a drop of sweat racing down your spine. Fischa’s anxious attempts to blot your sweat were all for nothing. 

Once your heart had stopped racing, other sounds began to filter into your senses. The soft whistle of a breeze through a cavern. Gentle, bubbling movement of still water. Groaning wood beneath your feet, the faint creaking of hanging metal.

Steeling yourself, you turned around and faced the inner sanctum of the Seaspring palace. 

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She was a cautious thing, for sure.

From atop the rafters, Ais watched as the dancer took short, quiet steps further into the sanctum. 

She drew her robes closer, the chill of the room drawing goosebumps across the bare skin of her stomach and arms. She stopped at the edge of the water, taking in the vast temple encircled by the aging pier, the torii gate that towered above, the lanterns and talismans swinging idly amongst the mahogany pillars. Sweat cooled on her brow, her eyes bright and calculating. 

“Hello? Venerable One?” she called out into the room, her voice echoing to the depths of the cavern. 

He rolled his eyes at the title. The humans found something new to call him every decade or so, each more foolish than the last. 

She waited but, upon receiving no response, began exploring the left side of the pier. When she reached the tea pot and cushions, she hesitated before lifting the lid and peering inside. Searching for poison? Or just curious what the Vessel drinks?

Ais smirked as her nose crinkled. 

She stood up again and looked around. Her curiosity led her to the closest pillar, covered in white paper talismans. For several minutes, she read their contents, a furrow in her brow. 

“What would you wish for?” he asked.

The dancer jumped, her hand reaching instinctively to her hip as she searched for the voice. Soon, she looked upward, finding him amongst the rafters. Her eyes narrowed above the veil. 

“Your Excellency,” she demurred with a bow, even as her sharp eyes held fast on his form. 

He tilted his chin, resisting the urge to smile. “Answer.”

She considered him, that quick mind working behind those bright eyes, before she replied, “I would never dare to wish for anything, without a full understanding of the terms.”

Now, he smirked. “Smart.”

He could tell from the spark in her gaze that she held a sharp reply on the tip of her tongue but kept silent. “Speak freely,” he said, bracing his arm on his bent knee, a pipe hanging from his fingers. “I prefer honesty to pointless pleasantries.”

The dancer bowed her head in acknowledgement. “As Your Excellency wishes.” After a moment of silence, she asked, “For what reason has Your Excellency called for me?”

“Good question. Not sure yet.”

Her brow furrowed again. Her hands twisted in the silk, the many folds of her robes flowing over her arms. During the performance, the other dancers had reminded him of flowers, but she was too animated to remind him of such a staid thing. No, more than a flower, her movements - the way she dove and soared, leaped and tumbled through the air, reminded him of a sparrow flitting through the many bows and trees of a forest, carrying the light of the sun on her wings.

She looked around the room for a moment before turning back to the tea pot. “Shall I prepare a fresh pot then?” 

“No need.”

He watched as she moved to the tea pot and prepared to remove the leftover grinds, then hesitated. Where moments before the pot had stood cold and empty, a full, steaming pot of tea awaited her. Her gaze darted toward him in question.

Ais pulled from his pipe and said nothing, curious what she’d do.

After a moment’s deliberation, she lifted the handle and poured two servings into the nearby cups, her brow furrowing at the deep red color of the tea.

A short laugh escaped him.

Affecting an air both graceful and ever so slightly annoyed, she settled on a cushion and held her cup in hand, her nose poised over the steam as she tried to subtly smell the batch. 

“Is this wine?” she finally asked, after failing to place the flavor.

“Something like that.” 

He blew out two long furls of smoke from his nostrils before rising from the rafter and dropping down onto the pier beside her. She stiffened briefly but recovered well, her head dipping in a chime of clinking pearls and gold, as he approached and took the cushion opposite her. 

Ais leaned back on the pillar and whistled. 

Soon enough, the scratching of claws across the ancient wood grew closer until Princess turned the corner of the temple gate, her many tails wagging behind her, the handful of wet, amber eyes around her head rolling as they surveyed the room, the dancer, and himself. She trotted toward him, her snout prodding into the side of his face, before curling up at his hip.

Ais dropped a hand on her back, his fingers brushing her fur. 

The dancer had stiffened, her back ramrod straight, fear mixing in with the lovely scent of honey and spice around her. Bemusedly, he realized the addition didn’t put him off in the slightest.

After several moments, she relaxed again, hiding her eyes behind the thick rim of lashes. She lifted the cup to her mouth, took a delicate sip, and then set it back on the ground again. “How can I be of use to you, Your Excellency?”

“Use?” He took a long drink of his own cup and savored the burning down his throat. “What do you think?”

Ais watched the quicksilver calculation flash through her eyes. Then, her posture shifting, she seemed to settle into her determination. 

Her robes loosened, the sumptuous weight falling down around her elbows, pooling around her hips. The smooth skin of her shoulders were bared, her head tipping forward to allow her long hair to spill over them in soft curls. Her eyes narrowed again, not in calculation, but in sleepy, languorous seduction. 

Ais let his bent leg fall to the side, opening his lap. 

She took the invitation without hesitation, all curves and silk as she crawled across the distance and settled on top of him. This close, he could sense the brimming magic swimming in her veins, the golden branches across her hands and arms shining with power. 

Her hands smoothed across his chest, the tips of her fingers teasing beneath the folds of his clothes, before sliding around his shoulders and settling at the nape of his neck. She curled into him, those bright eyes inches from his own, the veil hanging between their mouths. 

He could sense her breath on the air, could taste it across his tongue. 

The smirk that spread across his face was an evil thing, even to his own mind, but still she did nothing as he tugged the edge of her veil from its fastenings and took her mouth.

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He kissed like a demon. 

His tongue invaded in a hot rush of teeth and breath, his mouth working with a fervor at complete odds with his attitude thus far. You’re swept in the tide, hands seeking purchase on his thick shoulders as his hot tongue found yours, each brush of rough wet muscle a torrent on your senses as you struggled to keep your wits about you. 

He tasted strangely spicy, the thick mulled wine from the teapot seeping across your palate. Each shallow swallow of the taste burned a line down your throat and settled in your stomach like whiskey.

Countless times, you’d lured targets just like this. Honeypot was something of a specialty, for all that you’d rarely engaged in true intimacy. You could separate the sensations from your head, your thoughts always focused on the mission, dissociating the physical from the mental. Missions just like this were a dime a dozen - entice, approach, distract, execute. Simple. Straightforward.

Nothing about this felt simple. Never before had the pleasure been this strong, this mind-numbingly good - never had it been this difficult to just think when a target laid hands on you.

Heat flooded your body, pooling in the pit of your stomach. When his hands braced your waist, scorching palms a brand on your skin, mischievous thumbs stroking along the dips and plateaus of your stomach, every nerve in your body seemed to perk up and come alive with tingling pleasure. 

You broke the clasp of his mouth, panting as his tongue swept across your lip. 

Red eyes bored into you, their weight intense and all-consuming. The Vessel pulled you against his chest, his hands guiding your hips down into the valley of his lap, and instinctively they began to grind against him, as though called to dance by a lewd melody you couldn’t hear. 

A stifled moan rose in your throat as the hard jut of him notched against your sensitive mound and rose to meet you, rubbing deep and slow against your clit through the perilously thin fabric. God, he’s big. You felt yourself growing wet, your arousal dampening the silk further, heightening each brutal brush against your folds.

Sweet, heady fog began to slip into your head, teased and tormented on the precipice of that perfect, elicit friction. 

The air between you felt cloying, humid and hot. You tossed your head back, fighting for breath and swallowing a moan as his eager mouth found your throat and proceeded to nip and suck. 

The mission. Don’t forget what you’re here for - oh fuck, that’s good . 

You struggled, searching your memories for the fuel to keep on trick. Mhin’s face, the glimpse of hollow grief on his face at the mention of his village. Fischa and Rukia. Huxtly, Fenrir, and Yulia, playing out in the fields around the tents, the breeze carrying their laughter.

Gritting your teeth, you dragged your hands from around his neck, down the firm planes of his chest and covered his where they sat on the curve of your waist and guided your hips in their lazy, exquisite dance against him. 

You held his wrists and drew him upward, until his palms smoothed over the bottom of your rib cage, his fingers teasing along the hem of your top, pearls on thin gold chains slipping over his knuckles. He took the invitation eagerly, roaming beneath the silk until his hands cupped your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples, testing the firm points as those terrible red eyes watched your face, devoured your flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. 

Your pleasure seemed to feed his and vice versa, a conduit forming as riotous heat and lust charged the air between you. 

Your hands left him to his devices, namely torturing you with flicks and pinches and hot handfuls of skin, and then returned to your waist, gripping your own hip bones as though bearing down on the thick ridge of his cock. Your right hand slipped within your pants and found the handle of the dagger. 

His tongue licked a hot swath up your neck, his mouth lingering by your ear, his breath puffing against your jaw. You turned and caught his mouth again, sucking his tongue inward, your head swimming even as you fought to think.

With a quick jerk, you pulled the dagger out of its sheath, cutting through the fabric of your pants, and lifted it into the air, poised above his neck. Your grip tightened, prepared to tilt and plunge the blade into his jugular, when - 

Your body froze. 

What - what’s happening . Every single nerve in your body continued to sing with pleasure, your mound aching like an open wound, your skin tingling with the heat radiating from his body and touch.

Your mouth gaped, paused in the middle of a deep kiss, as he sighed and leaned back, his gaze tracing the blush on your cheeks, the dawning horror in your eyes. His hand slipped out from your breast and cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip and dipping inside to tease your still tongue. 

“Should’ve known not to drink from my cup, sparrow,” the Vessel said, his red eyes narrowed in satisfaction, before inspecting the raised dagger with interest. “Looks sharp.”

Then he withdrew a couple inches, just enough to bring his face closer to the weapon. “Oh…?” He met your paralyzed gaze over the blade. “Abaranth steel?” He tilted his head thoughtfully before a smirk spread across bruised lips. “So it’s personal.”

You watched, terror quickly replacing the fading pleasure in your body, sucking the warmth from your veins until sweat lay cold and dry on your skin, your heart racing furiously.

The Vessel dragged his hand down your neck, across your shoulder and down your arm in a mocking caress, fingers cupping your elbow teasingly, before reaching the thick gold veins embedded in your skin. “Wanted a closer look at these, but… turns out there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

You fought against the unnatural paralysis with all your might, those same veins he traced with his thumb lighting up with stifled magic - but to no avail. His words bubbled to the surface of your panic. You glanced down at the mug you’d taken barely a sip of. 

The wine?

The Vessel hummed low in his throat, his gaze pausing on your face, before a slow smirk spread across his mouth. 

Checkmate, sparrow , he whispered, but not once had his lips moved to form the words.

Your heart pounded in your chest, panic building to a crescendo, your body vibrating as though struck by lightning. What is this? What did you do to me ? you thought feverishly. What did I drink ?

His scarlet eyes flared, their malevolent glow burning like banked embers in the gloom of the temple. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the tea pot’s lid spun off the frame and onto the ground nearby. He hooked his fingers over the rim and lifted the pot until the chamber was level with your eyes.

Thick, blood red water sloshed from within, dribbling down the side of the pot.

The same water that ebbed beneath the pier.

You stared, a scream echoing from the distance. 

Now , he mused, his voice almost bored even as it invaded your mind, let’s see what secrets you’ve got tucked away in this head of yours. 

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a/n: comments and likes are appreciated!

[deceitfulmelvinator]

Beach Story Thing

Um, hey! In my English class, my teacher showed us picture of a beach. She told us to write a story about it. Here it is.

“Okay, summer is here. No studies, no stress, nothing,” my friend grinned, stretching out on his beach mat.

“Mmh,” I grunted, fiddling around with a pink seashell that I had found buried in the sand. “Says you. I’ve been signed up for about one-hundred classes for the summer, so that my brain doesn’t turn into mush, or whatever.”

“Oh, that’s so sad, I don’t care.” He tossed a handful of sand at me, as my back was turned.

He smirked.

I scowled.

“Honestly, Dylan, how immature can you get?!” I scolded him.

Sometimes, I wondered why we were still friends.

“Ah, don’t take it to heart. Here-” Dylan tossed me a bag of chips.

Oh, yeah, that was why we were still friends.

Anyway, we were both sitting on the beach in our respective swim trunks, when we heard a low whistling, coming from the sparkling, turquoise water.

“What do you suppose that could be, Trev?” my companion cocked his head, still wearing that smirk- though, for a second, it faltered.

“If you’re implying it’s the Volga Boatman, I don’t want to hear any of it,” I grumbled, though I shifted a little closer to Dylan.

The Volga Boatman was a Russian serial killer who had just escaped from prison. He always whistled a certain tune before getting his victims, The Song of the Volga Boatmen. The two of us, Dylan and I, would always snigger and make fun of his mugshots - bald head, yellowed teeth, a tattooed neck – but the only thing in my mind was the corpus of imaged of his victims:

Slit wrists.

Bashed-in skulls.

Blood.

Pools and pools of blood.

The whistling grew louder. A figure, the silhouette of a man in a rowing boat, grew closer. Dylan reached to grip my hand, so tight it was like a vice.

A bald head.

A yellowed grin.

A heavily tattooed neck.

We weren’t laughing this time, no- we were paralyzed. The Volga Boatman stepped out of his little boat, holding a blade that glinted in the sunlight.

“Oh, how convenient…” he rasped out a chuckle. “…two little boys. Weak. Pathetic. Da, you’ll be an easy kill.” Dylan grabbed a glass bottle of soda, hurling it the large man. It shattered over his chest, leaving cuts on his collarbone. His eyes narrowed. “Insolent brat. I’ll kill you!”  he lunged at Dylan slashing at his neck. Blood flowed out of the wound. Seeing red, I grabbed another bottle, getting up and smashing over the killer’s head. I watched as he toppled to the ground, catching my breath. I quickly remembered something far more important- Dylan. He wasn’t dead yet, no, but he was losing blood at a concerning pace. I quickly folded the corner of the beach mat over his wound, cursing under my breath.

“Stay with me man, c’mon…” I watched the blood soak through the meagre layer of fabric as Dylan’s eyes struggled to stay open. I grabbed my phone, dialing for help with violently shaky fingers. The line connected, and I gasped out the story to the lady receiving the call.

“Trev- Trevor…” Dylan murmured.

“What?” I softly said.

“I-I l-” he trailed off, his eyes slowly shutting and his breath growing more and more labored until it halted. Halted.

“You what, Dyl? Finish your sentence, it’s rude to just leave a man hanging like that. Finish your sentence, Dyl… please, say something…” I shook him. He couldn’t have been dead. He couldn’t have. Dylan, my best friend, the guy who gave me his food and beat my bullies and always made time for me- he had to have been alive.

I hunched over, the grief hitting me harder than any punch or kick. I buried my face in his chest, keening until it felt like my lungs were going to give way.

“Wake up, please…” I clutched onto the iota of hope I had left. His mouth was agape, drool spilling out. He looked like he was sleeping, like at the slumber party we had for my birthday. He kept muttering nonsense in his sleep, and I was kept awake the whole night.

All I wanted then was for him to shut up.

All I wanted now was for him to say something.

He was dead. I faced it. It should have been me. He was nobler, smarter, kinder-

I let out a long, blood-curdling yell. One that transformed into a sob. My pearly tears and his crimson blood stained the sand in a sorrowful mosaic.

Two people died that day, is what all the news coverage stated.

But, I wonder- without my best friend by my side, am I even alive, either?

[sebsxphia]

Alright. Here we go. We’ve all seen Glen’s story. Him looking down at you like that? Jail.

Jake in that black suit and you in formal attire as well having come home from some event. You’d been a brat the whole time. Teasing him, whispering what you wanted him to do to you when you got home.

He’s now got you on your knees. Gagging you with his tie while he secured your wrists behind your back with some sink 😵‍💫

- Teddy 🧸💖

@thesluttyarchivist i b-lined so quickly to this i’m not even ashamed 🥴 for reference -

you sauntered through your doorway and into your hallway first with jake trailing behind. the car ride home had been tense the whole way home to say the least. your incessant teasing didn’t stop at the navy event, oh no. you’d continued it in the car with your hand squeezing his thigh and getting cosy into his side, whispering the worst things you wanted to do to him. jake could barely focus on his driving, his jaw set firm and his knuckles gripping the wheel so tightly they turned white.

the door was shut behind him and clicked and locked shut. no one was getting in or out for the rest of the night. you were trapped. you had already made your way upstairs to your en-suite, not before turning on your heel and flashing him a shit eating grin, your hips swaying as you fled to the safety of your bedroom.

you caught jake’s hungry gaze in the reflection of the mirror as you shedded your earrings and took down your hair. what you failed to notice was the thin stretch of rope jake had somehow retrieved from your bedroom drawer without you realizing. he ran it through his palm with a ‘whip’ sound causing to ripple through the air.

“ooh. gonna tie me up, lieutenant? i wished you would’ve done that earlier.” you taunted him.

jake let out a snarl and his lip curled upwards. in mere seconds he hoisted you up onto the bathroom counter top and he had your wrists attached to the faucet behind you with the rope.

“you do wish you had that earlier didn’t you? want all my squad to watch as i fuck you.”

you let out a yelp as he secured your wrists tighter.

“mm, i wish they could. maybe it would even help me come.”

jake barked out a laugh.

“you won’t be coming tonight.”

you let out a whine in protest but jake had already un-done his black tie and was placing it in between your teeth. “shut that pretty mouth up. you’re so fucking needy. can’t you go one night without practically begging me to fuck you? i shouldn’t even give this to you right now. you don’t deserve it.”

jake zipped down his trousers just enough to free his painfully hard cock from your night of being a total fucking brat. your dress was hitched around your thighs and jake seated himself inside of you so easily it earned a low chuckle from the blonde.

you were bucking into his pelvis and trying to meet his thrusts, trying to gain any sort of friction you could on your clit but the restraints behind you kept you from moving too far forward. you babbled out some nonsense but it was muffled by jake’s tie gagging your mouth.

“hm, what was that sweets? not so talkative now are you? oh wait, that’s because you’re stuffed with daddy’s fucking tie like a needy brat.”

there was drool dripping out the corner of your mouth and off your chin. jake lazily reached up and smeared it across your cheek, laughing again in your face. jake barely had a hair out of place, while you had your own saliva drying on your rosy cheeks and your thighs stinging red from his vice like grip.

jake let out a taunting ‘tsk’ sound followed by his cruel words that turned you on an embarrassing amount. “fucking look at yourself, you made a mess. you’re such a messy slut.”

thank you so, so much for this thot my beloved!! i’m not even embarrassed how quickly this thought was conjured up between the two of us 🥴💌💖

[carooosa]

WIP Wednesday

Ok so I know that i've been tagged in a couple of these and I know that I've been slacking so here's a bunch of my WIPs. Thank you for the tags: @harlequinromancing and @starryjuicebox

WIPs below the cut (the first one is NSFW)

Snippet from an Upcoming Longfic: He rummages through his bag before pulling out what looks to be a ball. When he brings it closer, however, you see that it’s a ball-gag.

“I was going to save this for later, but it seems like it could be useful now,” he says while fastening the gag on you. He pulls it tight, making you gasp.

He makes a slow circle around you, his eyes trailing up and down your body. "Look at you all tied up for me," he coos as he hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your attention on him. "It's a shame we don't have all the time in the world -- I won't be able to savor this as much as I'd like." 

You watch as he undoes the fastenings on his trousers with one hand, his cock flushed pink as it springs forth from the restraint. He gingerly rubs the head, slowly peeling the foreskin back. You've begun to drool from the show, and Astarion takes notice. "My, my, looks like someone is needy. Well, we shouldn't let this go to waste," he says as he swipes away your drool with his head. If it weren't for the gag in your mouth you would have surely taken him whole, but all you can do is whine.

Ascendant Dadstarion Drabble: So much had changed in the last 40 years. The Crimson Palace had been entirely refurbished, Astarion had successfully infiltrated every corner and faction within Baldur’s Gate, and his army of spawn had begun to grow. Albeit not in the way he had originally hoped as you were always quick to bring up the ethicality of creating new vampire spawn whenever he broached the subject. He wouldn’t complain though, at least not whenever you were near, as you gifted him with his first spawn; a daughter.

Fatherhood wasn’t what he had in mind when Astarion had begged you time and time again to let him make an army, and to be honest, he didn’t even know it was possible. But after many talks with some old friends, it was discovered that you could in fact, reproduce.

Corporate AU Fic: Shadowheart turns her body towards Tav at the semi-receptive response. “Tav, huh? Is that a nickname for something?” Tav nods their head before averting their gaze and turning back towards the window. “I won’t pry; everyone is allowed to have their secrets. Look, I hate to ask for a favor from someone I just met, but could you turn towards me again?” The request is weird enough to get Tav to look back at Shadowheart. A relief flashes across her eyes as she puts on a fake smile that doesn’t quite match the words she whispers. “Can you look to the seat across the aisle – without making it obvious – and see if that githyanki woman is still watching me?” She ends her sentence by tilting her head to the side, leaving just enough room for Tav to peek over her shoulder.

Sure enough, a githyanki woman sat across the aisle and is staring directly at them. She didn’t seem to notice Tav stealing a glance in her direction as her eyes were set on searing a hole through Shadowheart’s head.

“Um, yeah she’s looking over here – is she a friend of yours?” Tav asks only to be cut off by a forced laugh from Shadowheart. “A friend? Oh no, I wouldn’t call her that. I’d say she’s more of a disgruntled rival, if anything,” she says with an exasperated sigh.

Only tagging TWO people because we're all in the same circle and I want to make sure everyone has a chance to tag someone: @bloodinwine @dhampling (my gods do I want to tag like 10 of y'all)

[rhettabbotts]

no no listen, you're feeling so anxious and upset and you need rhett but not like That, you just need him and you don't know how to voice it, how to say you don't want to fuck but you need him. so you're on your knees and you're pawing at him and begging to have him in your mouth. and at first he soothes you with his fingers, but when he sees how calm it makes you, he's quick to push his jeans down and offer his cock. you take it in your mouth and immediately, you relax. your mind goes blank and your anxiety melts away. rhett lets you stay like that until you grow sleepy and you can hardly keep your eyes open.

smut under the cut | 18+ only

rhett could tell from the moment he walked through the door something was off. your shoulders were tense as you stirred the pasta you were having for dinner and he could see the slight tremble in your hands even from where he stood at the kitchen threshold.

“honey?” his voice came out in a hushed tone, like he was talking to a skittish calf. he didn’t want to startle you, didn’t want to make things worse than they seemingly were.

you took in a deep breath and turned around, tears already leaving track marks down your cheeks. your bottom lip wobbled and he couldn’t take it anymore. he crossed the kitchen floor in just a few steps, long strides carrying him until he had you enveloped in his embrace.

“c’mon, let’s get you to the couch.”

he didn’t let go of you once, holding you close to him as sobs wracked through your body. he questions what’s wrong but you won’t say. instead, you slide away from his arms and into the floor, kneeling at his feet.

“what do you need?”

“you. just- i need something to turn my brain off. please, sir.”

sir.

it hit him like a ton of bricks and he knew right then what you needed. your nails scratched lightly across his thighs through the denim and your eyes begged him to do something, anything. he caressed your face with his fingers, earning a small whine from you. you turned your head to press a kiss to his palm and he pulled at your pouty lip with his thumb.

testing the waters, he slid his index finger into your warm mouth. he could see your whole body relax instantly, all stress seeping out of your bones just from one finger. he slid a second, and then a third into the wet channel. your tongue swirled around the digits, nipping at the tips.

rhett was rock hard in his jeans and he knew by your whimpers that you wanted more, needed more. his free hand fumbled gracelessly with his belt buckle and zipper. he maneuvered his hips so he could slid his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out. your eyes lit up at the sight of him.

his fingers fell from your mouth, a trail of spit following. you wrapped your lips around the pink tip, sliding down to the hilt. and that was where you stayed. just holding him in your mouth until your brain was fuzzy. rhett placed his hand on the back of your head, not pushing you, but knowing you needed it to ground you.

you don’t know how long you stayed like that. drool was pooling out of the corners of your mouth and your jaw was sore but you felt lighter. the weight of the day nearly gone. your eyes started to get heavy, feeling completely relaxed on your knees for your boyfriend.

he tugged on your hair, pulling you out of your sleeplike state. you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock as you moved off him, feeling satiated and light. you smiled sweetly up at rhett and he smiled back, that lopsided grin you loved so much.

he helped you back up onto the couch, tucking himself back into his jeans even though he was still hard. he knew it wasn’t for him, and that’s what you appreciated about him. he knew your needs and what to do to help. he pressed a kiss to your temple before getting up to grab you a glass of water and a wet dish towel to clean your ruined makeup off your face.

“thank you,” you said, voice a little hoarse.

“i got you, babygirl. always. you wanna talk about it now?”

you shook your head no, not ready to face the feelings you had quite yet.

“that’s okay. how about you go up and shower while i finish up dinner and then we’ll watch a movie before bed?”

rhett was so soft and gentle with you. he pressed a small kiss to your lips and pulled you into a tight hug.

“i love you. no matter what. always gonna be here for you.”

and if you knew one thing was for certain, it was that.