#mah babe at the end

[blueicequeen19]

Can you do a JJ one where they use like whipped cream or chocolate syrup or something? Because ohhh mah lawwdd that would be hot. 🥵

Kiss The Cook

Warnings: none, just fluffy smut

It was your three year anniversary with your boyfriend. You dreaded the day because it came with a lot of unspoken expectations. You both still had to work so you agreed to celebrate that night. Most likely with dinner and lots of sex. JJ Maybank was a romantic at heart but he was still a man. He did most of his thinking with only one head.

Regardless of what day it was, you were still excited to get home and see your man. You wished you'd had the opportunity to shower and doll yourself up but he'd beat you home. Plus you knew he didn't care about those types of things. He wanted you no matter what you wore. Half your time at home was spent in comfy clothes with a messy bun. Tonight would be no different.

You enter your apartment, smelling the delicious scent of a seafood boil. Your favorite food. Your mouth practically watered as you slip your shoes off and set your purse down.

"Babe?" JJ calls from the kitchen.

"Yea! It's me!" You take a few steps towards the kitchen when he rounds the corner, making you laugh out loud at the sight of him in an apron that says kiss the cook.

"You're cooking?" You tease as he wraps his bare arms around you. Your hands find his bare back and you quickly release his nude aside from some black boxers that are covered in pink hearts.

"Hell yea, I'm cooking for my girl. You deserve it after three years of putting up with me. Now give me a kiss." JJ brings you in for a passionate kiss while you let your hands slide down his muscular back and squeeze both ass cheeks.

"Watch it," He warns, his erection starting to tent through the apron, "You don't get that part of your present yet."

"I get more than one present?" You giggle like a schoolgirl before he kisses you again, his own smile peaking through.

"You get lots of presents tonight. Most of them start with an O and end with my name but I know you won't complain." JJ nuzzles your neck, sending chills and fire through your body. You were on the verge of saying forget dinner when he pulled away, leading you to the kitchen. You gasp at the sight before you, glancing from the kitchen to the rest of your open floor planned apartment.

"You cleaned too?" Like you could be anymore turned on. The man was notorious for leaving clothes everywhere but the entire place was spotless. Even the kitchen despite the stock pot full of yummy food you could smell. The small two person table was covered with saran wrap with a couple of forks laid out like you'd seen done at the local seafood boil place you both loved to go to. They didn't give you plates or anything. They just dumped the contents of the boil on your table and you dug in like savages. Lit candles also decorated the various countertops around the kitchen and a dozen red roses were perched in a vase.

"I know, I know. I tend to overdo it." JJ kisses your cheek before moving to the stove. You didn't know whether to look at the romantic set up or his tight ass. Both were tempting.

"JJ Maybank, I think I want to have all your babies." You tease, sitting down at the table as you watch him. He sends you a flirty look before pulling a bottle of wine from the fridge and pouring you both a glass. JJ brings it over, clinking your glasses before you both take a drink.

"I want you to have all my babies." JJ winks at you before the night continues into a peaceful setting of your usual banter and good food. By the time you're done, your eyes are almost heavy from your food coma and you're both buzzed. JJ's face is beat red from laughing and the alcohol, your feet propped up on his knee as he massages your soles after cleaning up the table.

"I could go for something sweet." JJ murmurs, sitting your feet down and going to the fridge. He pulls out chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and a tub of ice cream.

You look away from him, the emotions making your eyes water as you take a second to appreciate what a good man you have. Sure, he's sometimes childish and he can't load a dishwasher and he leaves his clothes scattered through the apartment but he's good and he loves you.

"This is the real gift." JJ announces. You look up just as he sits a hefty bowl of ice cream in the middle of the table. It's piled high with scoops of ice cream and perfectly topped with chocolate and whipped cream. But something sparkly catches your eyes on top and you're almost convinced you're seeing things before it slowly comes into focus. You suck in a breath, your eyes widening as you look to him for confirmation.

"Okay, so maybe I should've thought that through a little better but," JJ plucks the object from the top of the dessert and licks the ice cream off it before dropping to one knee, holding it out to you.

"Y/F/N, you are the love of my life and I'm so thankful to have spent the last three years with you. You've been my best friend for over half my life and I'd like to spend the rest of it with you by my side, as my wife. I know I can't offer you much and I'll piss you off more often than not but you have my heart and I promise to always treasure yours. Please, marry me?" So much emotion washes over you that for a moment you can't do or say anything but stare at him. He cocks his head at you, slightly smirking before you snap out of it.

"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" You cry happily. JJ beams, sliding the ring onto your finger before you throw yourself into his arms. You don't realize you're crying until you pull away from his neck and he looks down at you with so much love and admiration, gently wiping your tears.

"I love you." JJ whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I love you, too." You breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. JJ immediately scoops you up, turning to sit you on the counter as your kisses grow feverish. He shoves your thighs apart, rubbing his hard length against your crotch as he takes your hair down and fists the nape of it. You moan into his mouth, letting his tongue dominate your own as you grind back against him. You wanted him now more than ever. You were engaged. JJ Maybank was your fiance.

Your clothes end up on the floor along with the few articles of clothing he has on. You reach between your bodies, stroking him before guiding him to your entrance when he stops you, pulling away and shoving you down on your back. JJ snatches up the chocolate off the counter and immediately begins to pour it over your breasts and down your stomach to your mound.

"JJ!" You gasp, just as he picks up the whipped cream next and covers your pussy with the cold substance. Your body breaks out in goosebumps as you laugh, feeling his tongue find the trail he left on your stomach.

"I'm going to get sticky!" You giggle, laughing as he climbs on top of the counter and expertly licks the chocolate off your nipples. You moan, tugging at his hair as he licks and sucks you clean until your entire body is a trembling mess.

"That's the idea." JJ smirks, working his way back down your body and sliding to his feet after leaving you a panting mess. Your clit was throbbing, begging for the relief of his mouth.

"You're so goddamn sweet." JJ's voice is deeper now, the lust engulfing him as he licks a stripe up your slit, locking eyes with you as he coats his tongue in more whipped cream.

"JJ." You moan as he continues to lick and lick until you're squirming, your clit throbbing painfully. Suddenly, he buries his face in your pussy, eagerly consuming you as your back arches off the counter.

It was going to be a long, sticky night.

[cthulhusstepmom]

Another dichotomy Soap finds is just how jarring it is to wake up from the best sleep he's ever had in the arms of the man he's been obsessed with since they'd first collided. He doesn't slip out while Ghost is still asleep but it's an embarrassingly near thing, largely stopped by the tight grip his Lt has around his middle. He doesn't register drifting back to sleep but the next time he wakes a heavy hand is jerkily stroking through his hair in absentminded movements. It's the best thing he's ever felt. He doesn't want it to end, especially considering the talk that would follow it, awkward at best and soul crushing at worst. Soap doesn't want to lose this, not when he'd just barely got it.

He can't remember what he'd tried to say, something stupid he's certain, but before the first syllable is even out of his mouth Ghost drops the hand from his hair, he doesn't even have time to be disappointed before the same hand is cupping his jaw and the rough pad of a calloused thumb is passing gently over his lips. Soap feels more than hears the quiet, content sigh from behind him. Normally he would rail against being hushed, he's grown goddamn man for gods sakes, but all he can bring forth is an answering sigh as he feels the tension leave his shoulders. Soap doesn't remember falling asleep again but when he wakes up, the bed next to him is empty and he feels a bolt of cold dread before he hears the quiet sounds of a rain shower from the attached bathroom. At his feet on the bed are two sets of clothes. He doesn't feel much like showering, unless it would be with Ghost and that idea appeals to him all too much, so he simply forces himself up. Both of the offerings are Ghost's clothes though one could be considered slightly smaller and Johnny quickly slips them on before he has to explain himself. He sits quietly as Ghost finishes his own routine and no words pass between them as Ghost slips on his own clothes as well as what Soap has dubbed the "around base" balaclava and they leave side by side to get breakfast from the mess to eat in the rec room. And if they stand closer together than would strictly be appropriate, it's no one's business but their own.

Johnny grabs his bag of arugula from the communal fridge as Ghost gets up to follow him, snagging a couple of strawberries from Gaz's side of the fridge to loud protest. There's somewhat if an awkward pause at his door and he can see doubt start to well in Ghost's eyes. Can't fucking have that, Soap decides.

"I wasnae lying when I said it's a mess."

"S'alright" Ghost replies quietly, angling himself to leave.

"But if you want ta come in you can meet mah wee babes?" He offers. "Course got a couple snakes wouldnae want to make you uncomfortable, Wee Man is a big bastard but I promise yeh he's-"

"Ok."

Blue meets brown and there's a momentary heavy silence before Soap nods and reaches to unlock his door.

It's surreal, seeing Ghost in a space he's dedicated himself to keeping Ghost-free. At the same time it feels so right, like a missing piece he'd just realized was gone. Soap stands by the door as his Lt moves forward into the room, partly for a ready escape and partly because neither of them are small men and it would get very cramped very fast.

"What eats that?"

Soap sits there for a long moment blinking dumbly before he realizes Ghost is pointing to the arugula in his hand.

"Oh uh this is for the lizards, blue tongue up there named Yzma and the Beardie next to her, her name's Freya" shortly after receiving Yzma the skink he'd been able to hook up a home for Bart the leopard gecko and even quicker after that ended up with Freya, an 8 year old leatherback bearded dragon. "They also need some bugs, hope you don't mind roaches."

It's an awkward dance to get past Ghost to his closet and it ends with Ghost sitting cross legged on his bed for which Soap isn't complaining. It's easy, slipping into prepping the salads with easy familiarity. Ripping greens into smaller bites for the baby skink and slicing the strawberries as a treat. As he preps the salads he finds himself talking at Ghost as he usually does, unsure if the man is listening but not necessarily needing him to. He talks about his childhood and his Da's reptiles, Martha and Bowser back home, he talks about his first snake bite from a wild grass snake he'd found when he was 10. He talks about his rescues as he rummages around in the dubia roach bin for the right sized bugs, talks about why he does it and a little about each animal as he dusts the bugs with calcium powder. Soap undoes the lock on each cage, dropping them in and smiling as the lizards jump after them, before relocking the tanks and turning back to face Ghost, startling at the intensity in his eyes.

"You really love them don't you." It's more of a statement than a question but Soap answers anyway.

"Aye."

"And he's the one who bit you?" Ghost looks a little unsure nodding towards the corner of the big tank where Wee Man is barely visible curled up amidst the plants.

"Och it's a stupid story, poor lad just has shite depth perception s'all. He's the friendliest fucking snake though I'll tell you what. "

"Friendly?" Soap's heart hurts at the confusion in Ghost's voice.

"I know you haven't really had a...good experience with snakes but I promise most of them are the sweetness things."

Ghost looks deep into his eyes for a while before turning back towards Wee Man. They sit in silence for a long moment before Ghost nods minutely.

"I'll try." He turns back to Johnny. "For you I'll try." Johnny feels a weight in his throat and can only bring himself to nod.

"Thank you."

[goldendoodledenny]

The second bonus for today! Now let's see if I can find the motivation to do other ones!

Goultard x afab reader- period comfort

• unlike Adamai, his smell isn't as on-point

• he can tell if something's up tho

• imagine this

• your ✨uterus demons✨ are acting up

• and he senses that something's wrong

• "hey bea- oh... Uh... Something the matter?" *Eyebrow raise and head tilt*

• when you tell him

• he's like

• "your... Period...? The hell's that?"

• you managed to explain that it's when you bleed-

• he cuts you off

• "blood? Bleeding!? Did someone stab you or smth!?"

• he then runs to Dally's house, telling him that it was that time of the month and somebody stabbed you

• Eva overheard and explained it all to him

• it takes a bit

• but he eventually understands and goes back to your home

• when he gets back

• you glare at him

• and he apologized, confirming that he didn't hurt anyone

• "I'm sorry... I didn't hurt anyone tho..." "Hey... I'm sorry babe... Eva explained it to me... And I didn't hurt anyone..." "Uh... Hey... I'm sorry, ok? I just... Thought somebody hurt you... Nobody got hurt tho..."

• he spoils you a bit

• getting you chocolate, warm blankets, and a heating pad

• but if you send him to get you pads/tampons

• he gets the wrong ones

• what did you expect?

• he's an idiot

• he will cuddle you if you want

• and he'll be gentle as hell

• trying to make sure your cramps don't get worse

• (stupid uterus demons)

• his body temp always feels a bit hot

• there's a reason he never wears a shirt mah peeps

• so he'd be a great heating pad

• he has MAD cuddling skills

• so when it's that time

• expect cuddles and to be spoiled by our idiotic Iop c:

The end🧡

[littlerabidfox]

Would I beat the shit out of these characters? 1-10

Aoba:

6/10, he's an ass but I understand why, but I would still beat him up 👍

Ren:

0/10 Not even in his "human" form, he's a sweet dude, just a bit horny

Clear:

3/10 Only in his bad ending but I would rather cut my arm than touch this babe in a harmful way

Noiz:

8/10 Very close to wanting to beat the shit out of this dude but not fully, I sympathise with him a lot

Koujaku:

10/10 I am sorry for your mother but you drive me crazy homeboy

Mink:

10/10 You have done a lot mah dude, even if you could beat me into a pulp

Virus:

1000000/10 Hate your guts to no end and tbh I would do nasty things to your grave

Trip:

10000000000000000/10 Not even your fashion sense saves you because you and the other dress like shit

Mizuki:

-10000/10 He doesnt deserve anything that happened to him in these godforsaken games

Sei:

💜💜💜💜💜💜/10 Princess I love you to bits

[poisonedspider]

Continued for @discoinfernos

"Don't yeh' get tired of it, Cher?" He stressed, hands folding behind his head as he stared at her, eyebrow raised. "Ah' mean, yeah a good one nighta' is great and all, but don't yeh' want somethin' more sometimes?" From the outside, people would probably think that top porn star Angel Dust had lost his mind. Speaking about things like wanting to be tied down. But to anyone that knew him best - aka Cherri Bomb - they would know that he had always been a bit of a romantic. All he had ever wanted was to be loved.

"At th' end a' th' day, babes, yeh' a catch. And ah' ain't just sayin' that because yeh' mah' best bitch. If ah' was inta' tits at all, ah'd be workin' tah' woo yeh'." He grinned, blowing her a teasing kiss, leaning back slightly in his chair at the bar. Nights out with Cherri were great, but damn if his best friend didn't ditch him half the time to go and fuck the first man she saw. Not unlike Angel had. Before the hotel had changed things.

He kicked his little legs in his heeled boots, taking a sip of the cocktail in front of him, before a grin crossed his features. Sappy, dorky, very unlike the front he put on. "Ah' might be thinkin' a settlin' down mah'self. Ah' mean....again. But it would be th' first time ah've tried since - " Valentino. His stomach rolled at the thought, heart squeezing slightly. Cherri knew all about that disaster of a relationship.

[doxypsychlean]

Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language,

Multiple Chapters

Previous chapter/s: 1 2 3

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Muehehehehe mah bois finally making an entrance!!! Can't wait to write more about those idiots, I already love them sm ;-; And sheesh- Aemond is the biggest, most insecure twat in this chap (sorry, not sorry). And a bit of a horndog... Oh also, you'll find the translation of the Asshai'i down below again. Cheers!

"Something's coming. I can feel it."

He received no answer. Just a blank stare. She saw no point in stating the obvious.

"Have your..." She sensed the hesitation in his voice "...shadows found anything so far?"

"No, nothing yet."

"You know what would happen if they were to come back, right?"

"Far better than you." She growled. "Far better than any of you could ever know."

King Viserys hissed in pain. The years had taken a heavy toll on him. She looked at the King with a mix of pity and disgust, cringing at his pained expression. She'd always been amazed at how weak the human body was, how easy to break it. To snap in half.

Oh, how he'd changed. As if it were yesterday when she first met him. A silver haired babe that had just learned how to walk, staring up at her in horror while hiding behind his mother's skirts, tears staining his small cheeks. Animals and children had better eyes. They could see right through her. The latter however, had the tendency to lose that ability as the years kept rolling.

"Viserys, I could..."

"No." The King's voice raised slightly. "I don't want it, Rebonna. If my time has come, then so be it."

She opened her mouth, ready to protest. Viserys raised a hand, stopping her.

"I know you mean well, Rebonna. I realize this is tough for you." His eyes wandered to the stone model of the Westeros capital they were sitting next to. " People come and they go, but you... You're still standing. You've stood through all of it."

"Do not pity me. I've seen what old age does to people. I'm far better off..." Her own words smacked her back in the face like a brick wall. "I apologize, I didn't mean it like that..."

"It's fine."

"It's not though, is it?"

They looked at eachother knowingly. Then they laughed.

"There's days where I could barely get myself out of bed now. If only I could stay in it forever... How do you deal with it?"

"The pain? You get used to it somewhere along the way. Though I must admit, sometimes I feel just like you."

"I wish I possessed your strength, Rebonna, my knees have been killing me for years..." he shook his head with a weak smile.

"You don't, mine are just the same."

Viserys let out a heartfelt laugh, happy tears pricking at his eyes. It was good to know there was at least one person out there that understood.

But as all good things, this moment of tranquility had to come to an end too. An unwanted guest, arriving without invitation- another hiss from the King. They both stopped laughing.

"I doubt I'll ever see this thing get finished." Viserys pointed to the stone replica of King's Landing, his eyes full of sorrow. "In the case that I don't, be as kind as to see it get done."

"Sure will, can't let that much stone go to waste." She let out a not so ladylike snort.

The pair sat there in silence. It was a marvelous piece. So intricate, so clean. So unlike the actual thing.

"Rebonna, about the wedding..."

"You still insist on going through with?" She got back on her feet, brows furrowed in annoyance. "I told you, this is completely unnecessary. I'll help you with whatever I can, I don't require payment or rewards in return."

"It's not just that, Rebonna. They're unpredictable and reckless, this family of mine. The hatred they hold for eachother goes beyond understanding. Gods know what they'll do once I'm gone from this cursed world. And my son, Rebonna. He needs someone to..."

"Hold him down? Prevent him from doing anything stupid?"

"Yes" The King agreed.

"And you think I'm the right person for the job?"

"The only one that could do it. But only if you two marry. You must be a part of the family for any of them to hear. And even then..." Viserys didn't have to say it, they both knew the truth.

Her eyes darkened. The lady had no interest in marriage. If she did, she would've found someone long ago. She loved being free. Of a lover and of any kind of feelings she may hold for one. But she sensed the desperation in the letter the King of Westeros had sent her. In it, he told her of the tension in his family that had been growing through the years, like a parasite that refused to let go of its host. Of how many years it'd been since he last saw his daughter. Of how he could sense his end was nearing...

He missed her, his daughter. He missed his brother too, as well as his grandchildren. Viserys was a good man with a big heart. All he wanted was to see them all together, as a real family. Not watch one side fight the other like wild beasts, thirsty for blood.

Vessard played the role of a good and loyal friend well. One that was always ready to offer a helping hand, without hesitation. She never demanded anything in return. For the most of it, her "friends" didn't even bother with making the offer.vThis time though, one of them did.

Viserys Targaryen needed someone that would restore the peace, both in the realm and his family. His proposition was simple. She'd marry his second born son and join the royal family, assuming the title Princess of Westeros. In return, if need be, she'd prevent them from slaughtering each other. Simple as that. The King needed someone to hold them together once he was gone.

The Master of Shadows had been a guest at the Palace of Dust for some moons by the time said letter had reached her. She'd tried damn near everything at this point. Their chances of ever uncovering information were getting slimmer with each passing day. She had to go to Qarth, one of the last spots she had on her list. That's how she and her shadows found themselves in the House of the Undying, much to their dismay. As expected, she got no answers out of the Undying Ones either. They were too busy drowning in Shade of the Evening to answer any of the questions she had for them. Their endless libraries, filled with books and scrolls from all over the Known World, were empty as well.

Rebonna had lost almost all hope. The thought of going back to Asshai refused to leave her mind. She had already given out the order to her men to pack their belongings when a boy, no older than ten, had approached her. Squeezing the piece of parchment in his dirty hands, scared eyes glued to the ground. Without a word, the child pushed the letter in her hands and ran off in silent horror, his legs desperately trying to carry him back to safety.

Rebonna broke the seal, her dead eyes quickly finding the name of the sender. She had to make sure. The wax dragon that was keeping the contents of the letter hidden from prying eyes just wasn't enough. Rebonna recognized the writing.

"Maghagon soba frāed morden. Amat'kai esso." The Dark Shadow said under her breath.

Her servants dissappeared into thin air, eager to carry out her order. The hunger was unbearable.

"Nevrumm ryptā kerom "Ȳdra daor mord'aor ath devrrozith?" Beliz chuckled. He was the only one that had stayed behind.

"Qilōni vestās nūmāzma ein soba?" His master responded with a blithsome grin. "Change of plans. We're going to Westeros."

"I can't believe I let you drag me into this... I must have lost whatever's left of my mind."

The King smiled weakly. He bent forward and took her hands. He shook them, an expression of gratitude.

"Thank you. I appreciate everything you do for me and my family more than I could ever let known. You owe me nothing and yet you answered my call for help, no matter the circumstances. Just as you've always done."

"You better... I have to go now, friend. I promised your son to accompany him to dinner."

She stood up, so did the King.

"We'll have to discuss this wedding of yours soon. We have yet to decide on the date."

Rebonna rolled her eyes. Of course he'd leave it to her to make the decision.

"Let me discuss it with the prince first, it's his wedding too after all."

Viserys nodded. He watched his friend turn her back on him and head for the exit. Just as she was about to slip through the doors, the King proposed.

"How about a dinner tomorrow evening? All of us?"

"Have it arranged then."

Rebonna was gone before he could say anything else.

"Vezhoff, sem fini esso?"

"Selin, Liora..."

Getting Liora to shut his mouth was close to impossible when he felt anxious. Sitting around and waiting for something to happen wasn't his way. But he had nothing. Just like the rest of them.

"Oh, fini? Othok kav jiōraton mirros, Beliz? Daor issa? Pār ȳdra daor thaóla ivestragon nyke skoros naejot gaomagon kav! Thamar kostagon daor arlī lēda fraed ulro'th." He retorted, hands shaking violently. Even he himself had no idea why they did, but they'd always been like that. His whole being was. Shaky and impatient.

"Thamar kav..." Mala intervened "Sin nesat kav issa."

"Rhae aōha othok gladh iksis naejot jikagon arlī se fini? Ivestragon sin pōnta meksis naejot dohaeragon?" Liora shouted out. His arms were flying in all directions, eyes bulging out. "Sek, konir sagon vaerēs naejot pālegon isse ower sierk."

Mala sighed. He knew better than to argue with him in such moments. There was nothing that could calm the poor bastard, other than some wine and a good fuck. He leaned back, deciding to let Liora get all his pent up energy out through words.

"If you can think of anything else, then be my fucking guest. Otherwise shut that wretched mouth of yours, like my brother suggested."

Enek couldn't stand to hear anyone raise his voice at the Braavosi that sat beside him, even when he was in the wrong.

"Or what, weakling?" Liora hissed through gritted teeth. "Othok kav elāin selindaor odēm?"

In the blink of an eye, Enek found himself in front of the shorter male. His eyes had turned completely black, daring his opponent to make the first move.

"Enek!" Mala was quick to follow him. He appeared between the two in a puff of black smoke, shoving them apart.

The beauty spots around Enek's eyes dissappeared as his pale face twisted in a proud smile. Mala rarely stood his ground like that, usually hiding behind the larger male and letting him fight his own battles. One eye stayed black and the other went to its usual milky white color as he calmed down. The intricate white lines that covered both his arms went back to their usual sluggish movements.

Not long after his birth, streaks of intersecting white stripes that never stayed still for long, had started to appear on Enek's body. They covered both his arms and back, and went all the way down to the soles of his feet. Unlike his older brother, Enek possessed the power of glamoring - the ability to change his and other's appearance using light and shadow. The wonders of Asshai...

"Lō othok ith hlizifith naejot sȳz lekhaan esse selin bē! Charat..." Firoll's voice reached their ears. It was a miracle, for the first time in a while it wasn't him that was rocking the boat. He was too busy spilling out the scorched contents of his pipe down on the ground to join in on the fun, as he'd say.

He wasn't busy enough to not hear his master's voice ringing in his head like church bells though.

"Nesh syt tel'quien rhae hezhah? "

The words came out as a hiss, each and every word dragged out. The voice was faint, yet loud. As if it came out from far away, but also as if the one it belonged to stood right behind them.

"Olkodran othrumm daorun ath Nevae Ono an daor rhehālat uthām..." Firoll admitted with a sour chuckle, still working on getting the pipe as clean as it was before he had stuffed the herbs down the opening.

The other shadows yelled out his name, their eyes narrowing.

"Māzigon sa'ave!"

The voice boomed angrily over their heads. The clouds that covered the Shadow city had turned even darker. Thunder could be heard in the short distance. There was a storm coming.

"You just had to tell her, didn't you..." Liora shook his head, small flame coming out of his free hand and twirling around the pipe he held in the other one. "You just had to go ahead and tell her."

"Hae kav sin nesat issa" Mala chimed in. "Sin naejot gūrogon sōid karav morrud vā"

The snarl that came out of Liora resembled no sound that could come out of a human being. He threw his pipe to the ground. He strode over to Mala, grabbing him by the scruff. The flames that came out of his palms had doubled in size.

"Gaomagon othok āela bezzi abavith, athzhilar. Iā tha nyke ryssat thaóla." The dry,cracked skin that covered his nose touched the one of Mala. Liora murmured. "You're forgetting yourself"

He was right. They owed her everything. He had no right.

At this point, Beliz had had enough of all their bickering. Without anyone noticing, he snuck over to the young men quietly and smacked each over the head.

"Gá leòr, jem'a! Mala, harāth! Oragonn ath tol'ha. Thamar ārli zem issa."

Mala tore himself out of his friend's grasp, eyes looking down at the dirt. Both men were shaking uncontrollably- one out of habit, one in fear. This side of Liora terrified him. He knew what his friend was capable of, having witnessed the way he hunted down his prey more than once before. Mala let out a low hum, then dissappeared.

"Firoll, you're coming with me."

"Where to, if I may ask?"

"You may fucking not. I'm done with you lot for today. Get up!"

Beliz then turned to the two men that stood close behind them. Another fight was about the break out, he knew it.

"And you two..." He pointed at his brother, then at Liora. "...try not to claw eachother's eyes out again."

"Anything for you, beloved." Liora shouted.

Another smack followed, this time from Enek. The two fell to the ground, fists flying in all directions. Firoll laughed as him and Beliz passed from sight, leaving Liora and Enek behind.

Clash of swords. Dirt flying around. The silver haired man dodged to the right as his opponent struck. He was quick to realize his mistake, Ser Cole had taken residence in the prince's blind spot. Before he could turn to face him, the knight had already struck. The shield shattered right above the handle, wood bending and snapping. The young Targaryen was quick to discard it, throwing it somewhere behind himself. Stupid mistake. One he'd made many times before. He cursed himself. If it weren't for his bastard nephews, he wouldn't have to feel so...so...incomplete. Imperfect.

It'd taken him months after losing the eye to not flinch whenever someone approached him on his left. It'd taken him even longer to get used to all the stares. The muffled whispers. The pity.

It was even worse that his own mother wouldn't look at him for more than few seconds at a time. Was he really that disgusting, even the woman that had given birth to him couldn't bare to see his face? And his father? Soon after the incident, the King started acting as if nothing had happened. All in the name of his half-sister and her bastard children. Viserys turned his back on him. No, not to him but to the scared, little boy that he was back then. None of it mattered anymore. Soon the fear had turned to anger, then to apathy. The boy- to a young man.

His face contorted with the memories of his own parents. The prince spun the sword he held in his hand and kicked at the dirt. While Cole was busy shielding his eyes, the prince disarmed him, smacking the flail out his hand and onto the ground. His sword pointed at his opponent's throat, neither one of them moving any further.

"Well done, my prince" The knight said, breathing heavily.

Prince Aemond hummed in respond, throwing his sword to the ground as he turned for the Red Keep.

"That any way to treat your weapons, my prince?"

"I don't give a single fuck about my weapon, Cole. I have places to be."

"With lady Vessard, from what I've heard?" Ser Criston asked, taking his gloves off.

"What do you care?"

"Be careful, my prince. Women like her..."

"What? Say it."

Aemond had stopped right before the steps that led into the castle, looking back over his shoulder. The knight was the last person on earth he needed advice from. Especially when it came to women.

Nothing came out of Criston. Though he found it odd, considering the prince's distrusting nature, the knight knew better than to argue with him. There was no point, even a blind man could see how smitten the young Targaryen was with his betrothed.

"That'd be all for today, Cole."

Aemond One-Eye stared through the open doors of the balcony, watching as the weather outside turned sour. Odd. Few hours ago, the blazing hot sun smiled down upon the capital. Now the sky was pouring down with all its wrath, roaring thunder mercilessly splitting it in half.

He had been waiting for the lady for over an hour, there was no sign of her. He thought of sending out one of the members of the kingsguard to go fetch her. But he didn't want to seem desperate in front of his betrothed, and even though it kept gnawing at him, he let it be. He could wait. Maybe she was just still getting ready. Or maybe something terrible had happened. Or maybe, just maybe, she had finally seen him for what he truly was- a disfigured beast. Maybe she'd decided honoring him with her presence wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it.

The prince shook his head, trying to get rid of the thought of the foreign beauty finally coming to her senses and leaving him behind. But what if...?

"Your Grace, lady Vessard has arrived."

His breath hitched in his throat, eye now opened as wide as it would allow. He could feel his pants get tighter and his face change to a reddish color. The prince rose to his feet, knees hitting the table as he did.

She was a goddess. A star, plucked from the night sky and dropped down here, in his chambers. The sleeveless black dress she wore hugged her body perfectly, showing off every curve. His mind wandered to what she'd look like without it. The deep neckline of it made it even harder for the prince to concentrate.

"Oh, Aemond!" A shiver ran down his spine. "I apologize dearly, getting into this thing turned out to be harder than one would think!"

Rebonna ran a hand down the bodice of the dress, Aemond's eye following the movement. The whole thing was covered in tiny black asymmetrical stones, the light of the candles bouncing off of them in different directions. It finally dawned on him- dragon glass.

"Leave us" the prince said absent-mindedly. The servants wasted no time, scurrying out of his chambers like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Finally, all alone with eachother.

The lady wasted no time either. She reached him in one or two big strides, immediately grabbing his hands and squeezing lightly.

"I must admit, I've been waiting for this moment ever since that feast. Getting to spend time with my husband-to-be without hundreds upon hundreds of curious eyes watching our every move is refreshing." She smiled softly, batting her eyelashes up at him.

Aemond thought something had gone seriously wrong with his hearing. The idea of her wanting to spend time with him one-on-one seemed far-fetched. Did she really mean it? Was this just some twisted joke he wasn't getting?

"Aemond?"

He was whipped. She could see it, clear as day. A devilish grin found its way on her face. She made sure to get rid of it before he could see it.

"Aemond, is everything alright?" She asked with pretend concern.

Of course it wasn't. With her being so close, he could get a perfect look down her cleavage. Her chest rising with every breath she took in. Rebonna allowed him to undress her with his eyes for a bit longer, then tore her right hand free from his grasp, which was getting stronger the more he stared. Her soft fingers hooked under his chin and pulled up.

"I-"

"You?" Bright light shone in her two big eyes.

The prince's face would have turned a few shades darker, had it not been for most of the blood circling around in his body making its way down to his cock.

"A glass of wine, perhaps?" He cleared out his throat loudly, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt was written all over his face.

"That'd be nice."

*Translation of Asshai'i down below*

R: Bring him back to me. Immediately.

B:Never heard of "Don't shoot the messenger"?

R:Who said anything about shooting him?

...........

L:Great, now what?

B:Shut it, Liora....

L:What? You've got something? No? Then don't tell me what to fucking do! We can't go back empty-handed.

M:We'll have to. She has to know.

L:So your solution is to go back and what...? Tell her they refused to help? Yeah, that's ought to turn great in our favor

F:If you'd all be kind enough to sit down and shut up! Listen...

R:Anything so far?

F: Nothing more than the Dark Ones refusing to help us...

R:Come back!

M:As if she didn't know already...She just wanted to take her frustration out on somebody

L:Keep your tongue behind your teeth, love. Or I'll pluck it out myself.

B:Enough, all of you! Mala, go! Get  the others. We're going back.

[nimbasa-librarian]

Thoughtful Holiday Memories

She’d nearly cracked her head open on the ice rink railing - saved only by Emmet’s quick thinking and Daniel’s startled “Yah!”. Emmet felt like he lost a year off the end of his life as he, quite slowly - moved Anya back into an upright position. 

“THIS WAS A VERY BAD IDEA!!!” He practically shouted, looking understandably a touch distressed in the face. 

“.... yes. Extremely” Anya agreed, her tone stiff 

“We are leaving the ice rink” Emmet announced “You tried! But it is time to get out”

“Yes please” Anya nodded, eyes already at the exit. 

“Holy shit!” 

Elesa got their attention as she slid over to the two of them. Just as she approached, Anya stepped onto the carpeted outer rink. 

“You nearly had a hell of a fall, you okay?” Elesa asked as Anya immediately moved to take off the ice skates, her scowl prominent. 

“No. I want to sit” The woman stated flatly. 

“So we are going to join Ingo!” Emmet added, also looking a little weathered by the brief few seconds of near-harm. 

Elesa sighed, what a right mess this turned into!

Elesa had just wanted to go to the winter fair, and perhaps do some ice skating. She could have never guessed that literally none of her friends had any balance. 

Only her beautiful and perfect girlfriend could also skate. Oh well. 

“Skyla, let's go around one more time before we end their suffering” Elesa reached out a hand. 

Skyla laughed “I told you this would happen, babe” 

“I know, I know- sue me for wanting my friends to try something new!” 

“Maybe I will” 

Anya watched as the two skated away, and sighed deeply. Ingo waved to get her attention. 

“How are you?” 

“... A tad discombobulated, but fine” she reassured. 

Ingo huffed “Next time, we are just going to the winter village for the food and shops” 

“Agreed” 

“Yah-Mah!!” Drew practically shouted, looking appropriately miffed at the near-accident that occurred on the ice 

“Oh, calm y’rself” Anya rolled her eyes. Ingo looked up at the Yamask - Daniel was holding at Anya’s arm in the meanwhile - having a different reaction to her near-hit to the head. 

“Ah, while we are here, actually” Ingo motioned to his shoulder bag, reaching for something “As we will not be seeing you for the holiday, I thought I should give you your gift now” 

The surprise in his friends eyes was evident “What? Gift?” 

“Yes. For the festival of Justice, it's customary to exchange gifts” He explained “As to give appreciation to your friends and family - it's an odd thing, I think it was taken from a Kalosian holiday, actually” he pointed out “but it is apt. You are my friend, and I wish to gift you with something.” 

“Ah… I… I don’  have a gift in return!” 

“Next time there is a Galarian gift-giving holiday, you can return the favor” Ingo simply reasoned, holding out a small box “Please, take it” 

Despite her odd nerves, Anya took the box, which wasn’t wrapped, and opened it. 

Inside of the box was a woven bracelet, made with a soft, comfortable cotton material. 

“It is for your watch. It should be the right width” 

It was the right width. Just a few weeks prior, her cloth (she hated the feeling of leather on her bare skin) wristband that held her wristwatch broke, and she had been waiting on a sale for a company that she liked to buy a new one. It seemed her friend was a step ahead. 

“I know that you were waiting for the sale, but they were almost out of stock of the pink one” Ingo responded “So, I purchased it to give to you for the festival” 

Anya took the wristband out of its box, feeling the cloth between her fingers - soft and gentle on the skin, with the insert for the watch face that makes sure that the metal doesn’t touch the skin. These were not cheap - it's why she was waiting for the sale. 

But he bought it for her, in the pink gradient that she’d wanted. 

“I …” She looked back up at him, her emotions starting to get a little out of hand already - ah, emotional disregulation: but good this time! “Thank… thank ya, Ingo. I … “ 

“It’s okay” he reassured “Take a breath” 

She took a moment to collect herself “.. Thank ye, Ingo.” 

“You are very welcome, Anya.” He gave her a happy nod. 

“Oh yay! She likes it!” 

Emmet approached them - having gone to grab coffee “Happy Kalde-mas!” 

Anya let out a laugh at the slightly ridiculous colloquial name, and gratefully took the coffee, her lopsided smile a full-on grin.

“Happe kalde’mas” 

[tdou]

🤍 Tuesday 22 of November - Day 171

After school I directly went to babe’s place, they were wearing my sweater hehe. I was in low battery mode for hugs so hugsies I got ! It felt like I didn’t really talk with them since Saturday so I needed that bond connexion building time. For the updates : no one said a thing about the hickeys and they didn’t show their mom pics of me. We cooked curry and I had to fight the urge to puke at least 5 times but it didn’t taste bad at all. Also every time I get violently attacked by the strength of the onion I be cutting. While the curry was cooking the both of us stayed in the living room while the roomie was in her room and it’s so funny how babe likes to be a lill bit naughty on the verge of getting caught. Like when I was on the phone with my mother last time. Anyways we ate, talked about the old roommate’s love life, about J’s cousin’s breakup (that kinds triggered me at the end) but honestly I’m glad the night wasn’t prolonged much because I was glad to be in bed with mah boooo. I kinda poured my soul into all the things school related that are stressing me lately, I didn’t even mean for that to happen. Learnt that on their side maybe a co worker might be having a crush on myyyy sweet angel. I get it but he is mine so ooop. I should have changed into pj’s sooner honestly. I gave up sleeping with pants last time because it gets so hot in their place it’s not fun, plus I enjoy the skin contact. I fell asleep on top of babe (weird position) but at some point it was really really warm so to each their cold side.

In the morning I forgot my alarm clock once again… oops… and I don’t even hear it it’s babe that wakes up to shut it off haha I’m so sorry baby. Anyways I had a crepe with nutella that I bought the night before. While leaving babe was late so as I was standing right in front of the door he just turned me around kissed me said goodbye and started running. I really thought wow I am dating a dork, then I did some finger hearts and realized i don’t want it any other way

[holdinbacksecrets]

Oh in conjunction to the last ask by an anon can I request something like svt taking care of drunk s/o?

Looking forward to more of your works 🥰

thank you for saying that and requesting! cheol’s is suggestive 18+

seungcheol: is shocked to receive a call from your friend that the evening’s designated driver is trashed. probably laughs to himself as he grabs his keys and drives to the bar. takes a minute to coax you into his car because you’re having a hard time believing he’s your boyfriend. “are you sure? you’re incredibly attractive, and i’m not saying that because i don’t think i’m hot or something. i am. i’m so hot, but shit. have you seen me naked a lot? can i see you naked? maybe that would jog my wine mind.”

jeonghan: opens the front door of your apartment to be met by you and your exhausted looking friend. “she’s a bit…sad” but he knew what to expect. you’re consistently sad after drinking, and he offers soft coos as you waddle to the living room, asking him to lay down before covering his body with your own. “do you feel better, sweetheart?” “mhmm” 

joshua: tries not to laugh at your permanent frown and flushed cheeks. your hands are fisted, constantly rubbing your eyes, clearly exhausted but far from ready to end the night. you finally let him take you home when you fall asleep on the table after screaming along to cher with all the energy you could muster

jun: sends texts throughout the night to make sure you’re alright. reminds you he can come at any point if that’s what you want. ‘i’m pine. wit mah girlz’ but he sits in the parking lot reading and drives you home, gets you ready for bed, stays the night, and makes your breakfast in the morning 

wonwoo: sits with you on the curb outside of the bar for 3 hours while you watch the moon

soonyoung: in the morning, you wake up to a hundred messages in the group chat, realizing someone dressed you up as a tiger because it was the only way he’d ever get you in that damn halloween costume. “please don’t be mad at me. you looked adorable! orange is your color” “…i’m going to the cafe around the corner to get something highly caffeinated. that costume better be gone by the time i’m back” 

jihoon: *laughter* but he carries you home (it’s only up the street, though. no biggie) 

seokmin: fully engaged in your senseless stories that sound a lot like your weirdest dreams. gets you ready for bed and giggles every time you start sucking any part of him your lips capture

mingyu: “babe, please let me put your socks back on. your feet are freezing.” instead, you cover your hands and cry when you can’t find your thumbs 

minghao: the poor guy thought it would be a good idea to take you to the convenience store for a hangover cure, but you’re embarrassing him. “ok, now everyone knows that i’m from seventeen. there are some plushies by the door. should you tell them too?” but he kisses your forehead as soon as your expression falls. “…i love you” “and he loves me! did you all hear?!” “i’m so sorry. this moment will plague me for life” 

seungkwan: he’s never seen you drink anything besides a single glass of red wine, but tonight you got your hands on whiskey and a 2000s playlist so… lol. finally convinces you it’s time to head home after mumbling your way through genie in a bottle. rolls down the window as soon as you’re in the car because he’s afraid you’ll vomit, and then he’ll vomit, but you don’t mind because the cool breeze feels like heaven on your hot skin. “dogs are so smart, boo. they’ve got life figured out. i could stay like this forever” 

hansol: looks so endearing helping you down the hallway to your front door, with your purse around his neck, and your right shoe held tightly in his grip. “honey, let’s not knock on everyone’s door, ok? it’s nearly 3am” 

chan: he keeps a little pouch in his glove compartment with all the necessities for “drunk you”. drunk you pouch includes the following: starbursts(only the yellow and pink ones), a picture of your cat wearing a hat, dried lavender, and the keys to your parents garden store because sometimes you like to stop by and play a song or two on their jukebox

[the-iceni-bitch]

Okay, so I just had a sinfully dirty idea for the OTP and I couldn't help but share it with you. Gonna apologize upfront for my exhibitionism kink, but hear me out. Since Ransom's friend's and their girls are all super interested in the OTP's sex life, what if they're hanging out /drinking at Ransom's house and one of the girls is like "show us some of your moves", so they just like fuck right there. If you don't want to write this, that's totally fine but I just had to share this hoe thot.

Ooooookkkkkkk....

So, I wasn’t 100% sure I was going to do this one, but I’m drunk so what the hell!

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (salad tossing, f receiving oral sex, public sex, mentions of blow jobs), technical dub con as both parties are very drunk (but consenting!), excessive alcohol consumption by adults of appropriate age, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

Smutty smut guys!!!!! No minors!!!

You’d had so many Jell-O shots you were having trouble walking straight, but you were determined to win at beer pong.

Ransom and you had already dominated at flip cup at Chaz’s frat themed house warming party, and you hated to admit how good of a time you were having. You hadn’t been this drunk since college.

Logan was giving you a stupid smirk from across the table as you lined up your shot. You shoved Ransom off when he tried to drunkenly nuzzle into your hair, rolling your eyes when he whined about how mean you were being to him.

The ball bounced once and landed in the last cup on Logan’s side of the table, and you gave him a sloppy grin as he downed the contents with a grumble.

“Which one ‘f you assholes ‘s next?” You slurred, hiccuping at the end of your sentence as you steadied yourself with one hand on the ping pong table.

“No more!” Chaz groaned, rolling off the stool he was perched on. “You’re too fucking competitive.”

“Yeah, no more competitions, let’s play truth or dare!” Brittney said excitedly, clapping her hands and wobbling towards the living room.

“Leh’s get the fuck out of here, baby.” Ransom mumbled as he tried to wrap himself around you, but only succeeded in tangling his feet with yours until you both almost went down.

“I don’t think ya should drive.” You giggled, staring at your feet as you tried to walk to join the other members of your little group. “I know I shud... shudn’t.”

The two of you fell on top of each other on the couch, laughing breathlessly as Ransom tried to pull you into his lap but just flung you over it like he was going to spank you.

“Wait, tha s’not right.” He muttered before turning your body slowly until you were leaning against his chest.

Everyone in the circle was glassy eyed and unsteady as they settled in, couples snuggling together around Chaz’s coffee table as you called numbers to determine who was going first.

“Alright, Jess.” You murmured, trying to ignore Ransom rubbing his hardening cock against your ass. “Truth or dare?”

“Oooh, truth.” She said with a crooked grin.

“Ok, wha s’the longst you’ve ever given head?” You said with a wicked smirk, smacking Ransom’s hand when he tried to shove it down the front of your jeans. “Knock ‘t off, Hugh!”

“Five minutes.” Jess said at the same time Logan told you to fuck off.

“Tha’s it?!?!” You screeched, almost falling off the sofa as you laughed hysterically. “Jesus, Logan gettin’ called tha fuck out.”

“You’re such a bitch.” Logan groaned as he chugged the rest of his beer and headed to the kitchen to grab another.

“Hey! Only Hugh gets ta call me a bitch! Goddamn it Drysdale!” He was trying to shove his hands in the front of your shirt now.

“What?!?! C’mon baby, jus wanna feel ya up a little.” He whined as he drew you back against his chest. “Those fuckin’ tits fit in mah hands so good.”

A shrill yelp escaped from you when he slapped your tit through your shirt, turning and smacking his shoulder as gave you a stupid grin.

“Jesus Christ, you two.” Dylan grumbled with an eye roll as Ransom turned you around and started to mouth at your chest through your t-shirt. “Chaz, truth or dare?”

“Um, fuck, dare.” Chaz said, trying to ignore the noises the two of you were making as Ransom started sucking on your neck.

“Switch underwear with Brit.” Dylan told him, pointedly not looking at you as you tried to unwind yourself from Ransom and berated him for being such a slut.

Britney cracked up and dragged Chaz away from the group towards the bathroom as he cursed under his breath.

“How’s it feel Chazzy boy?” You teased when they came back, wrapping your hand around Ransom’s face and shoving him off you. “Everything all tucked in? Hugh!”

He’d sucked your fingers into his mouth and was swirling his tongue around them as he still tried to climb on top of you.

“Oh my god! Truth or dare you freaks.” Logan sighed, everyone now openly staring at the two of you as your resistance started to ebb away, letting Ransom run his lips over your throat.

“Dare.” He mumbled without thought, his hands moving to tuck under the waistband of your jeans.

Logan made eye contact with you and gave you a wicked grin. “Make Y/N come in 3 minutes.”

“What?!” You shrieked.

“Done!” Ransom shouted triumphantly as he flipped you over and yanked your jeans down. “Bet I can do it in two.”

You dug your fingers in the cushions as he buried his face between your cheeks and ran his tongue over the rim of your pretty hole. Every swipe of his tongue over your tightened hole sent quivers through your aching pussy, slick leaking down the insides of your thighs as you mewled into the sofa.

He ran his tongue over your slit and flicked kitten licks against your clit, groaning into your cunt when he felt you clench against his face. His lips wrapped around your pussy and he slurped up your arousal before moving back to your asshole and sucking.

“Fuck! Ransom!” You screamed when he speared his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and stretched you open.

The soft brush of his fingers against the inside of your thigh as he fucked you with his tongue made you gasp. It punched into you with vigor as his thumb moved to your clit and started to circle it softly.

You reached behind you and wound your fingers through his hair to press him further into your ass as you panted with need, his free arm wrapping around your thighs when he felt you getting close.

A sob ripped out of your chest as you came, your release squirting out of you and soaking the front of his shirt as your body tried to curl in on itself. He kept tongue fucking you through it, grinning against your ass as he felt you flutter around him.

“Time?!” He called, sitting up and beaming around the room at your shocked looking friends.

“Ninety-seven seconds!” Jess said after checking her timer.

“Fuckin’ knew it.” He purred, pulling you into his lap and brushing his lips over your throat as you sighed contentedly. “Fuck you Logan.”

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[weebswrites]

How about the demon brothers letting their s/o touch their horns(and other appendages) for the first time?

I love this prompt so much, thank u anon!! (I’d also definitely be down to go more in depth on any of these and write a whole fic for it, drop a comment or request if you’re interested in that heh)

Lucifer

• It takes a very long time for him to be open to the idea

• One day he gets an email with bad news and he’s so mad - boom. Demon form

• You walk in after your classes to check on him and he’s sitting at his desk, wings broadly behind his back and his head in his hands, frustrated grumbling coming from his mouth

• “Lucifer?” you say quietly, not wanting to scare him

• He looks up at you, eyes filled with a deep rage, but he settles a bit at your presence

• You walk over to stand next to him, putting your hand on top of his gently

• You then move to put your other hand on his shoulder, but he instinctively moves away, causing your hand to brush his wing

• A moan of relief leaves his mouth, and he looks up at where you’re standing

• “I- I’m sorry...I didn’t-”

• But he cuts you off, “No no, it’s okay my love” he said, voice still clearly angry but gentle towards you

• “Can you...rub my feathers? It’s...comforting” he asks, not used to showing weakness or his demon form to you

• You do so, slowly running your hands down his feathers, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the back of his head, directly between his horns

• Your hair brushes them, and you turn to admire them

• “Luc-” you start, but it’s like he can read your mind

• “You can touch them, just be gentle. Like you are with my wings” he whispered, voice already much calmer from your gentle touch

• You leave one hand stroking his wings, but move the other to his horn. You run your fingers up it lightly, fingertips brushing against the ridges before you return your hand to the base and repeat the motion

• He could have fallen asleep you were making him feel so relaxed, but he knew he had work to do

• He was humming softly in pleasure throughout this btw

• After a bit of this, he whispers “Thank you my love~ you can stop now if you’d like”

• After a few moments you do, turning him in his chair to face you so you can kiss him

• He smiles into it, and you stay with him until he’s done with his work

Mammon

• You’re drinking together in his room

• Originally you weren’t going to get drunk, since it was just the two of you, but one thing lead to another and here you were

• You were giggling together about something stupidly funny, tears brimming in your eyes

• A few hours pass, and it’s 3 in the morning. You’ve sobered up a bit and somehow found yourselves in a deep conversation, sitting across from each other on his couch

• You were telling him about your ex-boyfriend, and how he left you for someone else

• Mammon was enraged, “What a stupid human! Leaving you is the stupidest thing a stupid little human could ever do!”

• Suddenly he’s in demon form

• “Oh, shit Mammon I didn’t mean to make you mad...”

• He seemed a bit surprised himself, but there he was

• “Mah human...comere” he said, standing up and holding his arms out to you

• You obey (pun kinda intended), standing up and walking towards him, a bit hesitant to get too close since you’d never touched him in demon form before

• He pulls you into a hug, and after a few moments you feel his bat-like wings wrap around you

• They’re warm, and much softer than they look

• You relax into his embrace, and he sighs against your skin

• “I love yah, human”

• You exhale through your nose, not wanting to move a single centimeter from your position in his embrace

• “I love you too, Mammon”

Leviathan

• You’re in his room, watching anime from his bed

• It’s the last episode, and you’re both on the edge of your seats

• Then, it’s over

• Neither of you could have predicted the ending

• It was......horrible

• He was on his feet, screaming at the tv as something crossed your eyes

• It was...a tail? Holy shit...he was in demon form

• “Levi, babe, sit down” you said, trying to soothe him

• He listened, sitting down, but his hands were shaking he was so upset

• “Can I put my arm around you?”  you whispered, not wanting to overstep

• He nodded, and you did so. You spoke calming words in his ear as you rubbed your hand up and down his arm, keeping an eye on his tail so you didn’t accidentally touch it

• You could tell your words were getting through to him when his tail rested on the bed behind you, wrapping around where you were sitting on the bed

• A silence fell between you, and you hugged him a little tighter

• “Can I...ask you something” he whispered

• “Always”

• “Can I...” he paused for a moment, debating whether or not he should continue, “put my tail in your lap?”

• “Of course” you whispered, your heart swelling with happiness that he trusted you this much

• You felt it lift off the bed and slowly rest in your lap

• You held your hands up a bit, not wanting to do anything too much

• “You can...touch it” he whispered, taking your hand off his shoulder and placing it on his taik

• It was warm under your palm, and you ran your hands down it, following the direction of the scales

• The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes, stroking his tail tenderly before he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him as he spooned you

• His tail wrapped over your hips and rested in front of you, and you slowly took it in your hands, cuddling it a bit

• You fell asleep like that, and when you woke up the next day his tail was gone and he was back to his casual attire

Satan

• You’re in his room at RAD, chatting about the book he pre-ordered that’s supposed to be delivered today

• Suddenly his D.D.D. vibrates, and he looks down to check it

• He reads, then rereads, then rereads again

• “Satan...?” you ask

• “yoU’RE KIDDING ME!!” he explodes with a few more expletives, suddenly In demon form in front of you

• “Satan, what happened” you said, coming standing up but not moving closer

• “Th-the stupid bookstore isn’t shipping the books until tomorrow!!” he said, voice filled with rage

• “Shit...I’m so sorry Satan” you said, stepping forward a bit

• “No..stay away...I don’t want to hurt you...” he warned you, “I’m so mad right now I don’t know if I can control myself”

• You hear him, staying back, but watching him pace in anger breaks your heart

• “Satan~” you whisper, running over to him and wrapping your arms around him tightly

• He froze a bit, but quickly wrapped his hands around you back, giving you a tight hug

• Before you knew it you felt his tail wrap around you two, holding your bodies together

• “I...” he whispered, trying to think of an explanation for his actions

• “It’s okay...I understand” you reassure him, and he presses a kiss against your cheek

• "Can I feel your tail?” you whisper quietly

• “Yes” he responded, equally as quiet

• This was the first time you were even seeing his demon form up close, and you ran his tail between your fingers

• You slipped a hand to the back of his head, and ran your hand through the back of his hair. Your hand moved up more, resting a bit between his horns

• “You can rub my horns if you want” he added

• You do, moving your hand to one of his horns and lightly running your fingers along it

• He exhales against your neck, relaxing into your touch as his tail loosens around your bodies, your touch relieving him of the anger that previously ran through his veins like fire

Asmodeus (16+)

• He’s on top of you, grinding against you desperately and whispering degrading comments in your ear

• You let out a feral moan, fingernails digging into the back of his shoulder blades

• Suddenly his wings appear, and he looks down at you with horns

• You know you’re in for it

• “T-Touch my wings baby~ they’re extra sensitive the closer you get to the tip”

• You listen to him, carefully running your fingers against his silky wings

• He moans shakily against your neck, sucking a mark into you as your fingers trace light patterns against his wings

• “My horns too~” he whispered, smirking into you

• One of your hands flew to his horns, and your finger circled against the tip before swirling down to the base, and you let your fingers massage his horns

• He started thrusting into you, begging you to keep touching his wings and horns

• After you were done (it had been a few hours) he was still in demon form, and you laid together, your head on his chest as one hand played with his hair and horns, the other drawing patterns on his wings

• He whispered how much he loved you and how amazing you are at touching him as you fell asleep In his arms

Beelzebub

• You enter the kitchen to see your boyfriend turned away from you, on his D.D.D. with someone, so you quietly take a seat as to not disturb him

• Suddenly he’s screaming, “This is unacceptable!!! I want my partner’s favorite food damnit!! I will not settle for some demon world crap, I want the best of the best from the human world!!”

• His horns suddenly become visible, and you don't know whether to stay and comfort him or sneak out and give him his privacy

• But you don't have to decide, because he’s angrily tossing his D.D.D. onto the counter and freezing in place when he sees you, sitting there worridly

• “Honey...” he whispers, walking over to you

• “Beel...what’s going on” you ask, “Are you okay?”

• “I don’t want to tell you yet...it’s a surprise”

• You got up and stood in front of him, “Hug?”

• “Hug” he nodded, pulling you tight against him

• His wings were a bit lower than his brother’s, and you were careful not to touch them. You felt surprised enough you were hugging Beel in demon form, but you two had such a deep bond you knew you could trust him

• Almost as if he could tell you were being cautious of his wings, he said “You uh, you can touch my wings if you want..it’d actually feel nice...”

• “Oh...okay...but let me know if I should stop” you said, and then gently placed your hand on one of his wings

• You ran your fingertips across it, being very gentle as his wings felt a bit thin

• “They won’t break, they can’t” he assured you, and he pulled away a bit, turning around so you could fully see (admire) his wings

• You ran your hands over them, admiring the intricacy of their design

• After a moment he turned back around to face you, and leaned down to show you his horns

• “I’ve...never let anyone touch me like this...” he confessed, hiding his blush as he looked down to let you touch them

• You admired his horns for a moment before reaching out to them, gently running your hands over the rigid bumps across them

• After you had finished, you put your hands on his cheeks and lifted him up, pressing a kiss to his lips

• “Thank you, Beelzebub. I love you” you whisper, knowing he’d know how genuine you were by the use of his full name

• “I love you too, [Y/N]”

Belphegor

• The two of you are just about to nap in his room when Lucifer comes storming in, scolding him for something or other

• Belphie takes a minute to register what’s going on, but as soon as he does he’s out of bed in a blind rage

• “LUCIFER!!! SHUT!!! UP!!!” he yells, in demon form

• You wake him up, you suffer the consequences lol

• After a few moments Lucifer leaves, rolling his eyes as he closes the door behind him

• He turns around to look at you, and your eyes are visibly nervous at what might happen

• “Sorry...I didn’t mean to flip out. You know how I get” he explained, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly

• “You’re good” you reassured him, “come back and lay down”

• He did so, positioning himself a bit weirdly as to not touch you with his tail

• “Belphie...if you want...you can...well, you can lay closer to me. I don’t mind touching your tail” you say, knowing it’s more of a him thing than a you thing, but now knowing how to go about addressing it

• He stayed where he was for a moment, processing your words, before scooting closer

• He lays on his side next to you, and gently places his tail across your lap

• You don’t touch it at first, it just being on your lap was a huge step and you didn’t want to push it

• “This means a lot” you say, wanting to make sure he knew the trust he was putting in you

• He nods, and after a moment closes his eyes

• You do the same, placing your hand on your lap, just above where his tail lies, slowly moving It down to rub the soft hair at the end

• By the time you’re both asleep, your hand is wound inside the end of his tail, the smooth hair feeling good against your warm fingers

• Neither of you talk about it after, but you can feel the bond is strengthened between you

[husbandohunter]

Boys over flowers [Genshin Impact/Various x Reader] Part 2

Not everything had to be about fighting. Ahem Childe.

Genre: fluff, angst(?)

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Xiao

{Zhongli}

Out of all the bountiful possessions in the land he carved with his very own hands, the glaze lily had always been his favourite.

This flower was a nostalgia stained with time. As much as he loved them, the love he felt was more of a bittersweet sadness if anything. The loss of a friend, his mentor, someone he cherished so deeply, all of it was held into a single glaze lily.

Once as Morax, now as ordinary Zhongli, in those 6000 years he had seen it all. Even his grief for Guizhong faded into a memory.

Sometimes Zhongli felt like he was reading from a story book. Detatched while staring through an omniscient standpoint. It seems that his infinite years brought both experience and lonliness along the way.

"Zhongli? What are you staring at?"

But not when he was with you.

The glaze lily went on many journeys when he met you

He remembers the first encounter on a sunset night just as the petals  were about to bloom. You were there, crouched down, staring into his golden eyes.

“This is for you! Not many can be fully matured like this so make sure to take good care of it,” You held it out to him and he takes the stem out of your hold.

“A parting gift, I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” Zhongli sees it as a sign of a new contract, “It seems you possess a good eye when you were selecting them.”

He remembers the bouquet you presented during his birthday, the garland you placed on his head when he was reading, the vase by his desk always filled to the brim whenever you’d pay a visit to his parlour.

He remembers how the blue petals scattered across the floor the day you two married, everywhere he went so did this flower. Everytime he saw this flower, he thought of you.

Was it okay to feel like this? No one can ever replace Guizhong, was it okay to love again even when this being was much more perishable than she was? Zhongli was use to the experience of tragedy and loss as it was part of life.

Ah, so this must be what it feels like to live like a mortal.

To cherish every passing moment knowing that it won’t last forever. He will embrace it to the end. 

Old memories that were once dust rose from the soil, now reborn into a new beginning. Your curious gaze leans closer to his profile, sitting side-by-side under the blankets of your shared bed, the corners of his lips lift into a small smile.

“I’m only reminiscing, my dear. You don’t need to worry for me.” He kisses your forehead and tucked you to bed. The candle now blown out as his arms wrapped around your waist while spooning from behind.

Zhongli closed his eyes, knowing if he dreamt of a garden full of glaze lilies, there will be no sadness behind it.

{Childe}

Mother fucker would try to turn this into a sparring session.

This is why you NEVER invite Childe. If the valley were the air nomads, Childe was the fire nation. He’d stomp his muddy shoes in front of you just to get your attention simply because he knows it will piss you off.

An angry s/o means a potential fight. Win win situation.

Thus, no one blamed you for giving him a cold shoulder after that.

“Aha, looks like I went a little too far, didn’t I? Alright alright, I’ll stop trampling on your flowers from now on, you have my word. So talk to me, okay? Please?”

Alas you spare him a glance, “Make that a pinky promise.”

He didn’t know you were so serious about gardening. The Feiyun commerce guild took greate pride in cultivating the finest silk flowers in all of Teyvat and you being from that guild held up that legacy. Even if Childe tries to buy back the ones he stepped on, nothing could match the quality of your work.

Needless to say, your little hobby became a normal thing, Childe was very chaotic in nature so something more calm was nice to mediate that attitude. You taught him how to water plants, place the fertilizer and knowing which ones to pick.

But let’s be real, florist Childe isn’t that far-fetched because he is 10/10 waifu material.

Then Teucer comes in and tags along. He wanted to take some silk flowers back to Tonia until Childe informed him they’ll wilt on their way to Snezhnaya. 

“Aww, that’s too bad,” he would say while pouting, “Then I’ll give them to you big sister (Y/n)!”

“How sweet, you’ll be quite the charmer when you’re all grown up, Teucer. Maybe even better than your big brother.”

“Come on now, babe. You know that’s impossible.”

You twirled the silk flower right under your nose, the playful tone never leaving your voice, “Oh really? You and Teucer both share the same genes so yes, it is a possibility.”

An amusing glint dances in the ocean of his gaze as he gleefully remarks, “Well if you put it that way, I think Teucer would be at a very big disadvantage.”

“What do you-”

Before you could finish, Childe covers Teucer’s eyes and leans over to steal a sinful kiss, sliding his tongue inside. He purposely brushed his lips over yours after parting, completely satisfied by your flustered expression.

I love this bastard

{Xiao}

Hip hip hooray for having both Qiqi and Xiao in your party. Must be fun collecting their ascension materials.

“Adeptus Xiao!”

Your dumbass fell off the high cliff while obtaining the violet grass, Xiao yeets in from nowhere and caught you from death’s clutches.

Shall I mention that this had happened TWICE already?

Xiao carries you to safety and gently settles you down to your feet. He shot you the sharpest and most deadpan look he could muster because actions speak louder that words, he was trying to make a point.

You gave him a weary smile as the violetgrass batch limps in your hands along with the qingxins.

“I can hardly fathom how utterly stupid and moronic you can actually be. What did you think would happen when you tried to pull off that stunt? That you’d suddenly grow wings and be able to fly?”

His harsh words put you back into your place like a scolded child, “I’m sorry...I just wanted to help...”

Mah man does not watch what he says and always end up guilty. Your kicked puppy look is really going to be the death of him. He means well, just harsh when it comes to your well-being.

“Fine, give me those. I’ll take care of it.” He wouldn’t allow you to retort, he just took them from your hands and left without a word.

Let’s just say that Xiao isn’t the best when it comes to handling flowers as he would handle monesters, his touch isn’t the most delicate either and would prefer to get the job done fast. 

Sometimes he’d pull the roots our along with it, dirt and mud dripping from the bottom of the stem. Or the opposite. He pulls too hard and the stem just SNAPS and you’re left with just the blossom. 

“Does it matter? They’re only ingredients as you’ve said.”

That gave you a perfect excuse to teach him the ways of gardening and just be more delicate overall. 

At first he didn’t understand why humans were so meticulous about these things but when he saw a man present a bouquet to his wife, Xiao began to reconsider his methods. He doesn’t undersand mortal traditions as much and sticks to something simple and classy.

Don’t be surprised when you find a bunch on your desk for your birthday <3

{Albedo}

The sheer cold of dragon spine could naturally kill any botanical organisms aside from mints. The only flowers Albedo usually sees are the ones he artificially makes.

But being the genius he was, Albedo knew every variety of flowers to exist in the book. In this case, HE was the expert.

To him, the flower was the symbol of life. Albedo only knew the scientific facts of plant life and their natural functions, you on the otherhand were more familiar with the flower languages in a deeper meaning.

Today was a rare day where Albedo figured he’d step out of that freezing lab and conduct his research somewhere warmer, specifically Windrise where it’s quiet and away from the city.

“Dandelions may not be flowers but thei’re the main specialty of Mondstadt carrying the meaning of ‘freedom’! That’s probably how the Acting Grandmaster got her title.”

“Freedom...” He ponders, “I guess you cold say that.”

Albedo can’t understand why people would choose to associate meaning with plants. Where do their ideas come from? And why? Frankly, he can’t see the point in any of it. 

But at the same time, it made him happy to see you so enthusiastic about his research even if it wasn’t quite near the target. Albedo had always been so engrossed in his work and you’d just silently keep him company of the side, not many times where you both fot to nerd out on the same topic.

Emotions were still a mystery to him. It seems that even upon the most boring subjects, they don’t seem boring anymore when talking to his significant other. Soon enough, Albedo found himself putting his research aside and just listening to you talk. 

“And the Rose expresses romance and love. It’s common for lovers to give it to another during Valentines day.”

He hums cheekily, “Are you telling me that just to hint me to give one to you?”

“W-Well, I didn’t say that.”

He got nothing done. Perhaps his research can wait for another day, right now, he was more curious on what other meanings can a flower hold.

[goldendoodledenny]

Requested by 🐉 anon

(i started using mah notes app so it doesn't accidentally post lol 😂)

Adamai x gn reader-sick dragon boi

Ads sick and y/n takes care of him

Reader is gender neutral and referred to as y/n or cute nicknames by our ✨favorite dragon✨

Adamai couldn't be sick! He was a dragon so.... How the hell did he seem sick? Sure he went thru Goultards obstacle course... Sure it was freezing... Sure it involved swimming in an icy river... But he wasn't sick! Couldn't be! (He was)

Everyone suspected it at first because of how DAMN CONGESTED HE WAS! And his throat seemed sore! You noticed it first, since he was your boyfriend...

..........

You were both chilling at ur house, on the couch. You were on opposite sides of the couch, u were reading a book. Adamai kept sniffling and blowing his nose. He was also coughing and suppressing sneezes as well.

"Babe? You ok? You've seemed sick today..." You prodded.

"Uh... Yuh... 'm fine...." He said, sneezing horrendously

"Babe, you lieing?" You responded.

"Uh... Maybe...?" He looked away, avoiding your gaze.

"Damnit Ad..." You felt his forehead, pulling back fast.

"your burning up!" You exclaimed.

He flinched at your exclamation, and then groaned, his fingers/talons rubbing circles into his temples "mmmhhh..."

"your head hurts?" You lowered your volume, extremely concerned.

"Yah....." He responded, groaning slightly.

U kissed his forehead. "I'll take care of you..."

"N-no, you don't have t-" he sneezed again.

"Yes I do, baby..." You said, worried.

"Fine..." He reluctantly agreed.

You told him to lay down (which he did) and got a bowl of cold water and a rag, you also got a blanket. You covered him up and got the rag wet, wringing it out and folding it, putting it on his forehead.

"Mmmh... Feels a bit better, hon..." He thanked you, coughing a bit.

"Good, now rest," you started massaging his temples.

He slowly drifted off to sleep...

..........

(More sh!t bc u guys DESERVE it, for being patient ^-^)

He woke up in the morning, feeling a bit worse, as the sickness had fully sunk in, and sneezed again, but this time, not as explosively.

You were making some pancakes as he got up, groggy and a lil wobbly, he also took the rag off his forehead, and you turned around. "Hey Ad... You should lay back down... Rest till ur better..."

He grunted sleepily in response before walking back to the couch and laying down again. You put the rag back on his forehead, freshening it up first.

"Th'nks y/n...." He muttered sleepily.

..........

For the next day or two, that was the majority of what he did, but don't worry, you made sure he got PLENTY of fluids, you also made him soup and other easy-to-eat things.

He eventually got better, and he spent the rest of that day cuddling with you, his partner, who was happy he felt better. He also learned that it was ok for him to take a break from pampering and loved being pampered by you.

The End💙

(Hahaha loved this! Thx 4 requesting it, 🐉 anon, TIZ FINALLY DONE!!! sry it took over a week)

[britt-writes]

Lucas and cockwarming maybe................?????😳

I was originally going to do headcanons, but I ended up getting inspired for a drabble. I've never written anything centered around cockwarming, so I hope this is adequate!

Warning: NSFW content below the cut. 🔞

CW: Cockwarming, dirty talk, afab!reader

Drabble title: Sit Tight

Prompt: Cockwarming

Word count: 1,304

This was just about the ultimate test of your patience, though that patience was quickly running thin; you'd be edged into a near breakdown if this went on any longer. The torture was real, but you had a feeling that it was exactly what Lucas wanted.

As you kept seated upon Lucas' lap while he busied himself on his computer, you had to focus on anything, anything but Lucas' hard cock seethed deep inside your pussy. But who the fuck were you kidding? With your mind so hazy and going dumb from the sheer need you felt, there was nothing that could distract you.

Lucas pulled a sharp gasp from you when he gave a single, deep thrust. It almost gave you hope that he'd finally cave and fuck your greedy little pussy, but that hope quickly vanished, the most pitiful whine you've ever heard sounding from you as he stilled once more inside of you.

You wished that he hadn't done that; it was a cruel move on his part that left you unsatisfied and craving his cock even more. And Lucas knew what he was doing to you— enjoyed it, even. You couldn't see him, but you knew damn well that the bastard's lips had curled into a satisfied smirk upon hearing your pathetic whining.

"You feelin' alright there, darlin'?" Lucas cooed, though you could hear the slight mockery in his tone. "What's it like jus' sittin' on mah dick like that? Hm? Comfy?"

You didn't want to give Lucas the satisfaction of being so fucking sexually frustrated, but the hot arousal seeping from you, and your deep and laboured breaths gave you away.

Desperation soon overwhelmed you, causing you to slowly writhe your hips in an attempt to get even the slightest amount of friction. You hoped to be subtle in your actions, not wanting Lucas to take notice.

"Tsk. Did I say anythin' about movin'? Don't think yer bein' subtle there, babygirl," Lucas said, gripping at your hips to firmly hold you in place.

"Lucas, please. I just— fuck. I need you so bad," you begged, voice cracking.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears. "No can do, darlin'. S'nice an' warm in there. I'm fuckin' comfortable, so hold still."

"Lucas…"

"C'mon, purrty thing," he whispered in your ear. "You can do that fer me. Jus' do what I say, and I'll give it to ya real good when I feel that you deserve it."

"W-When's that gonna be?" You asked.

He snickered, finding your desperate state amusing. "Aw, look at ya! It ain't like ya to be impatient like this. The more ya squirm, the longer you'll wait."

You groaned, finding it nearly impossible to resist the temptation of moving; you were just dying to have that deliciously large cock split you apart. How Lucas of all people was able to keep his shit together during this entire ordeal was beyond you; he was the last person you'd think to be able to resist pounding into you.

"Shit, babygirl," he groaned. "That is one sloppy cunt y'ave got there. Yer leakin' all over me."

Lucas bucked his hips once more, earning a strained moan from you. Tingles ran down your spine as the aching in your core became insufferable.

"Lucas! S-Stop doing that," you said.

"Oops," Lucas mocked, loving how much he was breaking you.

You weren't sure if your ears had deceived you, but you swore you heard Lucas' voice shake, as if he too was on the brink of letting his arousal take over. Perhaps, if you begged for more in that broken, needy tone of yours he loved so much, he'd finally fill you up with some cum.

"Please, babe, I'm so fucking horny for you. I need that fat cock to fuck me," you pleaded. "I know you want it too."

"Tryin' to sweet talk me into movin'?" Lucas chuckled. "Nice try, but it ain't happenin' yet."

You stayed silent, trying your best to stay as still as possible and hoping to God Lucas would come around sooner or later. Your core was fucking stirring from the sensation of Lucas' dick remaining firmly plugged deep inside of you, not providing any relief but instead serving as a way to tease you, taunt you and remind you that he was in control.

Your breaths grew increasingly hot and heavy as Lucas' cock pulsed up and down inside of you, just barely tickling your most sensitive area. Judging by the laughter coming from your lover, he was doing this intentionally.

"You're fucking cruel," you whined. Your throat was dry, and you sounded dehydrated.

"I'm just havin' some fun withcha," he said.

Chapped lips pressed against your neck, gently sucking at the overly sensitive flesh. A mixture between a whine and a moan escaped you when you felt Lucas' tongue trail along your pulse.

Your skin was hot; you felt like it was on fire. Minimal movements of his tongue and lips were enough to have you shivering and whimpering, only intensifying the difficulty of remaining still.

You couldn't help yourself when you moved your hands to your pussy, pressing your fingers against your clit. The slight touch was enough to send a multitude of shockwaves throughout your body. It almost felt too sensitive; all of your senses were going haywire.

No matter how stupid the thought was, you hoped Lucas wouldn't take notice of the way your fingers rubbed your swollen nub. Subtlety was going out the door as you picked up the pace, moaning and desperate for an orgasm, though your wrists were soon seized by Lucas, gripping them tightly as he placed your hands on his desk.

Lucas clicked his tongue. "Keep bein' like that, and I'll fuckin' tie you up an' leave ya hangin'. S'that whatcha want, darlin'?"

When you didn't answer him, Lucas wrapped a large hand around your neck. Although not restricting airflow, he made sure to assert his dominance over you.

"Is it?" He pressed.

"No…"

"That's what I thought," he said, removing his hand from your throat. "Now, you're gonna keep your hands on the desk. Think you can hold fer another five minutes?"

"I don't know… maybe?" You said.

"Don't touch yourself, and don't try to ride mah dick. If you can hold still fer another five minutes, I'll give you what you want," Lucas said, thrusting into you for emphasis. "Think you can handle that?"

You nodded, humming since you didn't trust your voice for the moment. You were torn between crying in desperation at the thought of having to wait any longer, and crying for joy because it was just five minutes. You could handle that, right?

But Lucas wasn't making it easy for you to sit still. He whispered absolute filth to you, making sure you felt his warm breath on your ear as he told you what he'd do to you, how he'd break you and make you scream with pleasure.

His fingers dug into your thighs, thumbs ghosting over your puffy lips and giving your clit some very soft flicks that left you dying for more touch. His hands would slither up your body to grip at your breasts, making sure to take your nipples between his fingers.

Everything he said and did made it a challenge for you to keep nesting his cock. How the hell could you stay calm with Lucas pushing your limits like he was?

Through sheer willpower, you survived the five minutes; the reward at the end of those five minutes motivated you to play along Lucas' little game.

"Atta girl," Lucas cooed.

He pushed you up as he stood from his chair as well, keeping you bent over his desk. One hand gripped at your hips while the other was pressed between your shoulder blades.

'Finally,' was all you could think.

[tangerine52]

Frustrated

Member : Kim Namjoon

My day had been going amazing. If you know what I mean. I spilled my hot coffee all over the kitchen platform and then had to clean it up in my work clothes. Somehow my sleeve came in contact with the spilt coffee and the whole day it was in the back of my mind, my fingers frequently feeling sticky even though they weren't.

The presentation that I had been working on the whole night was labeled, 'subpar' by my boss while the barely put together idea of my colleague was blessed with praises. I don't know whether my boss favors people intentionally or unknowingly but today it really got on my nerves.

"Unclench your jaw, baby," I jumped at the voice behind me. "You'll drive your teeth into your gums at this point." 

A smiling Namjoon appeared from behind me. As I stopped, he towered over me as his gentle gaze swept over my face. "You look like you've had a bad day," His stroked my head and then offered me his hand.

"Let's get you home and all burrito-ed up in the covers, come on! Monnie's been missing his mum." He pulled me along with him towards his car. Well, his company car that comes with a chauffeur.

"You really don't need to come pick me up in the middle of work." I murmured as we settled in the backseat.

"Of course I do." He intertwined our fingers and kissed my knuckles.

*****

As soon as we stepped in, Monnie came running up to me. I scooped him up and started babying him. For a brief second I forgot everything that went wrong earlier. "Helloooo mah lil cloud baby! Who's mommy's cloud baby? You are yes you are!"

"Hey how come I never get greeted like that?!" Namjoon complained scowling at the two of us. I giggled and let Monnie down. I opened my arms towards Namjoon, "Come to mommy!" But as soon as I got closer he pushed away my face,"Not a chance, little lady." He said lowering his voice at the last part, making me pause and look away  blushing.

I felt him staring at me and then he chuckled and went on his way towards our bedroom. I scowled and followed with Monnie on my heels, "Monnie isn't daddy being unfair? He always does that when he wants to win!" At that Namjoon's laughter filled the apartment.

Hmm, this day isn't that bad after all.

****

"Hey babe, what're you planning on doing now?" Joon asked as he walked into the kitchen. I was chilling on the counter, scrolling through pinterest.

"I don't know maybe I'll sketch for awhile. Why?"

"Oh good, because I have a few tracks to go over, so I'll be locked up in the studio tonight. Sorry, I was looking forward to reading together." He looked  like Monnie when we ask him to wait for food.

I gave him a smile and a wave, "Its okay, I guess I'll be accompanied by Chandler and Monica and the others."

"Alright." He kissed my forehead and rushed up the stairs. A few seconds later I heard the studio door close. Monnie waddled up to me and rubbed against my legs, "I think we lost him to the music for the night. Such a shame, he was so young too..." I dramatically sighed and headed towards the couch.

*****

It had been an hour or so and I was hanging by a thread. My sketches weren't coming out the way they were supposed to. The eraser kept smudging the strokes and the paper kept getting irritating to the touch for some reason. I had switched off the TV show I had been watching thinking that it was the thing distracting me but everything was quiet and yet I couldn't seem to get it right.

The stroke I was making got a bit off course and ended up changing the whole shape of the sketch. That was the last straw. I slammed my book down and fell back on the couch. It wasn't like I had anger issues.

It was just I needed things to go according to what I visualize, I didn't know whether it was perfectionism but I was especially particular about mistakes when it came to things I liked, for example, art.

The frustrations from earlier in the day came flooding back to me. The presentation I had not slept the whole night for, I couldnt even make the stupid coffee without spilling it. And now I'm making mistakes at something I'm supposed to be good at.

Tears blurred my vision. What do I do?

I sat there, curled up on the couch, feeling silly for crying over little things. I hated how quickly I got frustrated. I hated how I cried when I got frustrated.

"Oh no...why is there a sad baby on the couch?"

I quickly wiped my eyes and sat up. Joon had come down, I assumed to get some beer, but I think he heard me sniffling. Seeing him made me break down all over again.

"I can't do it!" I exclaimed loudly startling him. "What, what? Can't do what, babe?" He asked kneeling in front of me and checking me for any injuries.

I pointed at all the messed up sketches on the coffee table. He turned around and looked at them. I felt so embarrassed because he knows I can do better than those untidy drawings. He must feel so disappointed being with such a failure I can't do stuff right.

I couldn't take all these heavy thoughts anymore. I slowly put my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. He understood the gesture and sat down beside me. As I buried my face in his neck, he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

His warmth felt good. His smell calmed me down. After a brief period of silence and of him rubbing my back and stroking my hair, he let out a loud sigh. "I'm sorry. I had a feeling your day wasn't going so well. I just...I just thought you looked fine earlier and well...I'm sorry I should've paid more attention."

Speechless, all I could do was stare at him. He looked really disappointed, I'm pretty sure he was blaming himself internally. He stared back at me as one of his hands rested on the back of my neck and the other around my waist.

"I'm so-"

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. I really was fine after you came to pick me up. But just you know," I tried to form my vexation into words, "I just- its like- Cuz Joon if I'm not good at what im supposed to be good at then what am I supposed to do?! Like am I really good at anything then?" I started to relate everything that was bugging me that week. Everything that pushed me to snap tonight, I told him. And I knew he'd listen patiently and understand. Because that's Namjoon.

"Basically that's it. I feel silly and better after saying all that out loud." I concluded. We had changed our previous position. My head was now on his lap, while he combed his fingers through my hair.

"Okay, so first of all, everything you were feeling wasn't silly. Next, I'm glad that you feel better and that I could help. So I was thinking, how about I blow off the company work-"

"No no! You know Yoongi already has a lot on him. You can't do that, I-"

"Relax, love! I was going to give half the work to Jungkook anyway. That little brat has been pestering me to give him some work or he'll and I quote — Start a wattpad account about me." The fed-up look on his face along with Kook's antics made me laugh.

"I'm pretty sure he already has fan accounts of you on social platforms." I stated as I sat up and dug my hand under the coffee table.

"Oh! Please don't start."

I pulled out the book we had been reading together and settled back in the same position again. I handed him the book, "Start reading, IQ 148." He gave me a disapproving look as he opened up the book. I smiled smugly at him and gave him a kiss on his thigh. He immediately averted his eyes, pretending to search for a page trying to hide his bashful smile.

He started reading. His deep voice and his fingers that were combing though my hair, made me release a sigh of relief. I felt light after venting and my mind was clear. At some point, Monnie joined us to cuddle on the couch.

I guess it doesn't matter how bad things go. I just need him beside me and we'll be fine.

For more:

[oshicakes]

calling their s/o dude

pairings. terushima yuuji x reader, yamamoto taketora x reader, tanaka ryuunosuke x reader

genre. fluff

Terushima Yuuji

it was the usual weekend with your boyfriend, just hanging out in their house. you're in the sofa while he's sitting on the floor.

he's busy with his phone and you're getting bored already. so you slowly crawl to him. letting his head settle between your thighs.

you took a lot of hair ties from your bag and started gathering some of his hair and tying it. you kept on going until his head is full of little horns.

he checked what you did to his hair using his phone by opening his front camera. he laughed how it looks at him.

"dude, what did you do to my hair?"

"really? dude?" you rolled your eyes on him.

"yes, you're my dude now."

you just keep quiet. you're already pissed with him. he keeps on ignoring you since you got inside their house and then now he just called you dude.

"dude, can you grab me some grape soda in the fridge?" even though you're pissed at him, you still grab him his drink. he just took his drink from you and said thanks without looking at you.

"you know what, ill just go home." you grab your things and headed towards the door.

he grabbed your wrist when your about to open their gate. "hey, im sorry. i was just trying to piss you off. you look hot when your pissed hehe."

"well, congrats you just pissed me of DUDE." you crossed your arms and glared at him.

"i know, im sorry. please, stay. plus mom's expecting you when she gets home."

"well his son just pissed me off. first he ignored me all day and just now he called me dude, what do you expect?"

he looked at you with his puppy eyes. he tugged you closer to him. "this son is saying sorry and won't do it every again. im sorry. please don't be mad at me anymore. ill be a good boy, now. i love you, mah love so sweet my cherry on top y/n."

"i love you too, DUDE." he winced when he heard you call him dude. now he understand that it feels so wrong calling you dude.

"ey, that felt so wrong."

"well not my problem anymore."

"huh, having that attitude again aren't we?"

"take it or leave it." you raised a brow on him and looked at him like you're challenging him.

he sighed. "okay." he then takes note to never piss you off again like this.

all through out the day you call him dude. even his mother asked you why and you just said that his son called you dude so you call him dude too. he just look like a kid that got scolded by his parents all through out that day too.

and when its time to sleep. you said "goodnight, dude." to him. he whines at you but still spooned you. he made a mental note not to call you dude anymore. it's like a curse and nightmare to him.

Yamamoto Taketora

you're out with your boyfriend, having a date after their team qualified to compete in nationals.

fingers intertwined while scrolling around the mall. trying to find something to buy. he spotted this known volleyball shoe brand, then dragged you there.

"woah! they released a new shoe collection! look at the white one, dude! it looks so cool!" you we're suprise but decided to get along with it and to kind of tease him.

"yes, dude. that looks amazing. buy it."

he didn't notice he called you dude and as well as you calling him dude instead of his name or babe.

he ends up buying that shoes. you both left the store with a wide smile plastered on his face.

"dude, let's eat some snacks. im kinda hungry."

his wide smile turned to confusion. he looked at you like you're some kind of alien. "what?" you innocently asked. he just shake his head and continue walking to your favorite cafe.

"what do you want, BABE?" that emphasis he put to the babe didn't escape your ears. that made you smirk.

"blueberry cheesecake and iced coffee please, thank you." after minutes he came back with his and your order. "thanks, dude."

that goes on until you both reached your house. you noticed his change of mood. you sighed and got guilty of teasing him by calling him dude all day.

"why the long face?" you touched his cheeks and gently rub it with your thumb.

he looked away from you and purse his lips. "you keep calling me dude."

"but you called me dude first." now he looked at you. "no, i didn't"

"yes, you did. you called me dude when you saw that shoes you bought." you chuckled.

"i didn't recall calling you dude earlier. but im sorry, i won't do it again."

"it's okay. i had fun teasing you anyway." you chuckled.

"so, you're not gonna call me dude anymore, right?"

you smirked at him. you kissed his cheeks and patted it lightly. "i'll think about it." then ran away from him

"BABE!" you stuck your tongue out to him before closing the door.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

you decided to go to his house today since he doesn't have any volleyball practice. and he's been telling you about this video game he borrowed from his sister's friend.

"dude, you suck at this game."

"now im dude? i thought it's my love?"

"no, it.. it just slip my mouth! you're my love, my baby, my babe! you're not dude."

"no, i think dude is cute. from now on, we call each other dude." you teased him.

"noooooo!" he whined like a child, stomping his feet and pouting his lips.

he jumped on you and pinned you down by wrapping his arms on your waist and his legs on your hips.

"dude, get off. your heavy."

"noooo! i won't get off until you stop calling me dude."

"you're the one who called me dude first."

"i know but it... it was nothing! don't think about it anymore! forget about it! call me ryuu again or my love!"

"but dude suits you more."

"no, we're not dudes!" he kissed you on your cheeks. "does dudes do this to each other?"

"yes, they do." you answered him. he kissed you on your lips, it lasted about two or three minutes. "now, does dudes do that?"

"yes, you just did it to me." he groaned to your answer while you just laughed at him. he looks like about to burst any minute now.

"get off now, dude. i need to pee."

"im not letting you go until you stop calling me dude." he even made his grip around you tighter but not to the point of hurting you.

"okay, okay, i won't call you dude again. now get off."

"you promise first."

"promise. i need to pee now."

"wait, if you call me dude again, you will have to buy me melonpan for two months."

"eyyyy, that's too much!"

"agree to it or you're stuck to me forever."

"okay, okay! get off now."

"where's your pinky?" you sighed and brought your pinky close to his face. he wears this stupid wide grin on his face. he then, intertwined his and your pinky. "now that our deal is sealed, you shall be free again, my love."

you heard his loud laugh while you ran your way to their bathroom. "hmp. it's just dude anyway, i can still call him bro." you said to yourself and start planning your revenge.