#my left mid/lower back and my left knee and my left leg and left foot. WHY.

[palms-upturned]

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[daydream-cement]

hello, first off i just want to say i love your works <3 secondly, could i request a larissa x fem teacher!reader where the reader has to retreive something from larissa's office while she's not present and accidentally opens the wrong drawer and finds handcuffs so discovers that she's into bondage, larissa catches reader in the act lmao and then it can lead to them having fun together. thank you in advance!

Handcuffs (NSFW)

Larisssa Weems x Teacher!Reader

Authors Note: Requested by anon but also written for @smutuniversesblog bc it’s their birthday.

Bottom drawer to the left. Bottom drawer to the left. You kept repeating to yourself, trying to remember which drawer of Principal Weems contained the ledger she needed to look over the costs for the Rave’N. You had been mid meeting when she noticed she left it behind so you were the one to offer getting it for her.

You dash up the stairs, turn the corner, walk a couple hundred more meters and open her office door. Once inside, you totally forgot which drawer needed to be opened to find the ledger. You begin searching each one, but pause when you open the middle right drawer and find a pair of handcuffs inside. Why would Principal Weems need something like this?

“What are you doing?” Principal Weems voice broke the staring match you had been having with the handcuffs. You glance up at her, now wondering what trouble you would be in for going through her entire desk to find the ledger, “Why are you going through my entire desk?”

“I-Uhm-I-Uh-” You didn’t know what to say or how to react to the situation. You just found out that your boss keeps handcuffs in her desk and you have no clue why.

She makes her way over to you as you stand frozen in fear of what you have just done. You remain with one hand on the drawer as she walks to you. Both of your eyes move from the handcuffs back to one another simultaneously. Larissa seems to stand a little taller now, her presence looming over you, “Looks like someone found a toy. Care to see how they work?”

What was she asking? By her sultry tone, you wondered if she was asking for something of the sexual nature. You wouldn’t say no to that. Larissa was always the most beautiful woman in a room in your opinion. Now she was becoming dominant and kinky and it turns out you didn’t mind this either.

You feel yourself nod and she smiles in return, “Turn around.”

You feel yourself do as your told. You wondered if you were even in control of your own body. You hear the handcuffs be lifted from the drawer and her soft hands come to grasp yours. She pulls your left behind your back, the cold metal clicking around your wrist, and then the same for your right. Now you are bonded before her.

“Would you like to see what I make my pets do next?” She asked in a hushed voice, almost a whisper. You hear the drawer shut, and her front is pressed against your back.

“Yes.” You spoke without hesitation.

Larissa smirked to herself and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Get on your knees.”

You lowered yourself to the ground. Larissa came around to the other side of you, pushing her desk chair out and taking a seat in it. There you knelt before your boss. She was sitting tall before you, showing her prowess over you.

“Do you really want to do this, pet? I’ll let you go now if you don’t want to.” Larissa’s voice was less harsh and dominant. Before either of you continue further, Larissa wanted some form of consent.

“Yes, please.” You didn’t look up at her, but you were now looking at her endless legs that lay so close yet so far away.

“Wonderful.” Larissa lifted her hips and bunched her dress up around them. She sat back down and moved her chair closer to you, “Eat up, honey.”

Her pantie clad sex now sat before you. You felt like you were in a dream. Larissa placed one foot on the desk while her other leg comes over your shoulder to draw you in closer. One of her hands comes down to the back of your head while her other fingers pull her panties to the side.

You stick out your tongue and immediately begin licking as soon as you are close enough to taste her. You moved your tongue up and down, sliding from the top where you play with her clit, down to where you tonguefuck her. Larissa lets herself go and moans wildly, giving you feedback as you go, “Aren’t you just the perfect little pussy eater? Oh god… I might have to bring you in here regularly for this… Do you like eating my cunt, honey?”

“Mhm...” You hum in response, not stopping your worshipping of her pussy. Her tone of voice remained so sweet as she spoke to you. You felt the wetness pooling between your legs from the things she said. Her hand on the back of your head pulled you down as her hips ground against your mouth.

“Are you going to be my little slut? I’m sure you would love to have my cock filling you up after this. Handcuffs are just the start of it all, baby.” Her little pet names would be the death of you. She was practically face fucking you with her cunt at this point with the way she bucked and shifted her hips against you. You focused more attention in on her clit to earn more moans of pleasure from her.

Again you hum into her cunt, affirming that you do, in fact, want to be her little slut, “Mhmm…”

“Keep going, honey. I’m almost there.” Your jaw was certainly getting tired, but you had no intention of stopping until she was cumming. Which from her thrashing and moaning, you assumed would be any second now.

You must have moved your tongue against her clit just right. Larissa came as she held you against her cunt, her thighs now squeezed on either side of your head. You moved your tongue lower, hoping to get a sampling of her cum. After a few moments, Larissa grasped you by your hair, pulling your head back so you look up at her. You couldn’t help but groan in pain.

She pressed a kiss to your lips, tasting herself and leaving behind a red lipstick stain. She pulled away, lips inches from yours when she asked, “Would you like me to bend you over my desk and fuck you?”

[maybeimamuppet]

44 for Regina;

12 and 20 for Cady;

24 for Janis;

2,3, 19, 20 and 43 for Veronica for the character thingy

hello friend holy cow this is gonna take me a while tysm!!! <3

REGINA

44 - their happiest memory

she is six years old. it is her birthday. her mom took her shopping the day before and she got the most perfect pink birthday dress. she’s allowed to wear a little makeup since it’s her special day. her parents smile at her at the breakfast table and she gets to eat as many eggo waffles as she wants. her friends all come over in the afternoon and they have a special tea party in the backyard with pink lemonade and finger sandwiches and cookies that are a little gross but make them feel grown up and real china plates and teacups and flowers and everyone’s in their pretty dresses and regina gets a crown.

she opens her presents after they’ve had their meal and gets a pretty dollhouse from her parents. janis gets her the new barbie doll, her first one that isn’t a hand-me-down from her mother. gretchen gives her a paint your own teacup kit. karen gets her a dvd of their favorite barbie princess movie. she’s piled with other gifts from her other friends.

they play on the swings and slides and climb trees. she and janis hold hands on the swings and almost break their elbows. her cake is vanilla and has astronaut barbie printed on it with a pink trim. it is the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

janis and gretchen and karen sleep over and they stay up late playing with all regina’s new toys and watching her new movie. they fall asleep on the living room floor and get cake for breakfast the next day.

CADY

12 - crack headcanon

as a child she tried to bring a lion cub as her dinner guest by hiding it in her shirt. it took her parents 20 minutes to notice.

as an adult she uses the same strategy to trick her partner into getting a cat. it works.

20 - scars (related lmao)

one near her right eyebrow because she had a growth spurt, didn’t notice, and ran headfirst into a tree branch

her left ear is slightly deformed at the top bc of a particularly vicious lion cub play session

one right against her lip in the mid-left because she had a stubborn pimple and wouldn’t leave it alone

one on the bottom of her chin because her first time somewhere with them, she fell up the stairs. not down. up.

one on her upper stomach/lower chest where a mama lion got mad and scratched her. her first time needing stitches! but nothing life threatening

some on her back from when she had chicken pox

one on her right arm where she scraped it on some of her parents research equipment

scraped elbows and knees from playing and tripping so much

old shaving nicks on her legs

permanent bite mark just above her right knee because she fell out of a tree, landed biting herself, and the wound got infected

bottom of her left foot, stepped on a thumb tack in her parents’ study room

JANIS

24 - most annoying habit

it’s so hard to pick just one this girl is annoyance personified lmao. and a lot of them are more traits/ symptoms (of adhd mostly) than habits

she steals EVERY writing implement she can get her hands on. her household has no pens or pencils bc she HAS TO SKETCH SMTH IMMEDIATELY and doesn’t put it back. they are actually everywhere. mostly in her pillowcase because she puts them behind her ear and they fall off while she sleeps, in the shower because again, behind the ear and she finds them while she washes her hair, and in her art studio/area place. her partners/damian are fed tf up.

VERONICA hoo boy

2 - a canon or headcanon hill i will die on

she’s tall. that’s genuinely the first one that came into my head. i love a short gremlin type as much as the next person but she’s a minimum of 5’6.

(i haven’t consumed canon or fic in so long i can’t think of anything personality related i’m v sorry)

3 - obscure headcanon

she’s allergic to a lot of really uncommon/“weird” things and everyone is like ??? how can you even be- okay. she has the fun ones like dairy and bee stings and dogs but she’s also allergic to the cold. her own sweat. gelatin. water. coins. babygirl is literally allergic to the sun.

19 - vices/bad habits tw for sh, alcohol, drugs, etc

obvs drinking and smoking. she becomes an alcoholic after canon and dabbles with harder drugs. she goes to rehab when she’s 20 and gets clean. she stays that way the rest of her life, but some days are easier than others. she still smokes though.

also post canon she burns herself with her cigarettes/does other sh. she attempts a few times but is found and given help. the fourth time sticks and she gradually stops.

she calls heathers ghost to bully her whenever she feels bad about herself to make it hurt worse. heather won’t so she moves onto the others. kurt and ram usually go for it. heather yells at them.

she bites her nails. she chews on her hair. she chews pens and pencils. she has cripplingly low self esteem. she’s constantly changing something about her hair.

the list goes on but these are the biggest i can think of

20 - scars tw for sh again

she’s constantly covered in bruises bc she’s clumsy as fuck

it’s not visible but she has one right on top of her head where her hair won’t grow because she concussed herself on a tire swing and split her head open. she had to get staples and it healed oddly

her septum is a little weird if you look close from a botched piercing

she’s missing most of her fingerprint on her left thumb bc of a particularly involved incident involving superglue

one near her left elbow because she was attacked by a dog as a child. also left marks near her eye (on her cheekbone) and bit one of her fingers so it bends just a little

sh scars :(

appendectomy surgery scar on her tummy

one on her hip because she walked directly into a countertop

scraped elbows and knees

and many many stubbed and probably broken toes from walking into things

43 - 3 comfort foods and 3 they despise

loves: (not counting spaghetti with lots of oregano)

slushees. duh.

homegirl loves a soup. her fav is a simple chicken noodle (bonus points if it’s got good veggies in there) but she’ll try anything. cheese and broccoli. tomato. french onion. matzo ball. her cabinet is like a soup museum.

and she loves animal crackers because they remind her of her childhood and simpler times. and she always sings the shirley temple song because she watched all the movies with her parents and secretly loves them.

hates:

grape soda because it doesnt taste like grape. she gives it a pass because it does taste like purple but she still refuses to drink it.

eggs because she can’t get over what they actually are

corn nuts bc they remind her of the bad times and are also just really gross to begin with

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Modern Thranduil x anxious reader

Caged birds with broken wings

Chapter 3:

A Dance with hope and hoplessness

Synopsis: An antisocial, anxious writer in her early 20s attends a ballet class under the teachings of a mysterious, reserved, austere dance instructor. They form an unlikely within their solace and past.

Warnings: none

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1: A dance with tardiness

Chapter 2: The first lessons of beginnings

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Dreams are the new normal now. It’s always a hit with me. Don’t dreams usually have some metaphor or secret meaning anyway? I guess not. Perhaps dreams are just the illusions of someone’s mind they would try to grasp or disassociate. I can understand, though; I don’t blame them for wanting a life that’s better than our own. I can give plenty of examples where my dreams would mean nonsense to others, whereas to some, they can have a deeper meaning. I use my dreams to write. Although my recent dreams have gained much more attention, they seem to happen in sequences. In the first dream, I danced trapped in a birdcage. Then, in the second dream, I managed to break the pattern. Now—in the third. I find myself standing in the middle of the gold plate, confused and scared. I was no longer dancing, so that’s a step, I guess. My arms crossed, touching my shoulders as I tried to understand where I was; my eyes scanned around me, trying to see if anything was different. But my surroundings were anything of the same: a beautiful scenic view of the sunny sky with clouds floating past. Though a calming view, it felt—off-putting. As if the day should turn to night, something should happen; I shouldn’t be here. The sound of nothing. The sound of silence. The sound of stillness. I was secure—safe. I was safe in my little world. No one could touch me; I was free of noise, sound, people, and the chatter of bustling intensities. No one looked at me. I could do whatever I wanted. I could scream and shout; I could yell and fuss; I could bellow out my voice to make me feel sane.

My lips perused into a smile. I started to move my right leg, turning it in, pointing my foot, and then my left followed suit. My arms were to the side, getting ready, and my front heel was aligned with my back foot's toes. My left arm was outstretched, and the other held above my head in the air, forming the fourth position of a croisee. As my fingers slightly bent, my knees did so in unison. My right arm lowered where my chest was bent somewhat parallel to my stomach. My left arm, still outstretched, moved to be in with my torso. I pushed my left foot, still pointing, up to my knee as my right stayed in position, pointing straight. I carried the momentum with my arms swinging in front of me. My leg was outstretched as I spun toward the front of the golden bird cage. At some point in my spin, my right leg bent slightly, then straight to keep going. In the flow of the movement, both legs returned to the ground as I kept my feet pointing, my arms moving into an outstretched position above me. My feet slightly crossed the other as I still spun, remaining straight, although, when I spun, I moved myself in a big circle. The more and more I did so, the more my legs eventually made their way back into the middle of the golden plate. As I entered the middle, I stepped back, taking a running stance. As I gained a little speed, I leapt, my arms reaching above me as my legs stretched in front and behind me. I arched my back as my arms, taking the form of wings, reached out behind me. I shut my eyes, flying in mid-air, feeling the freedom I craved to endure after all these years.

—I thought I could do it. I thought I could break free from the golden bars that weighed me down. My eyes opened, expressing a word I thought was long forgotten—.

Hope.

As I was in mid-air, I started to fall. My eyes closed, preparing for the worst. My body clashed against the golden bars, my head hitting the stiff metal rods blocking my path. My body fell with a heavy thud. I forgot dreams could emulate the sensation of pain; it seems more common than anything else. My legs landed first; then, it was my body. All falling at once onto the metal surface. Everything ached; my ribs and legs felt crushed. My head felt the agonising thud. I curled up in pain, looking like some animal on the verge of death. My breaths increased, my eyes squinted hard as I gritted my teeth, and my whole face cringed with affliction. My arms curled around my head as I felt my eyes welling up with tears flooding and shedding. I hated crying. It made me feel weak. The tears flowed from my plump cheeks, the whole sensation of my eyes becoming puffy, and the wet sensation coming down my nose made me want to tear off my entire face. A quietened, hitched sob escaped my lips, then a noise. In a fit, anger arose within me, and I screamed. I shouted. I bellowed. Cursing at the cage that trapped me.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!”.

I remember feeling the release of my emotions. The adrenaline was wearing off. I felt a wave of heaviness wash over me. I collapsed onto the ground once more, accepting my fate. Closing my eyes.

—I thought I could do it. I thought I could break free from the golden bars that weighed me down. My eyes opened, expressing a word I thought was long forgotten—.

Hopelessness.

“Mam.”

“Mam!”.

My eyes snapped back into reality. I looked toward the cashier, who didn’t seem too pleased with me going off with the fairies. “Huh, o-oh, so-rry” I avoided eye contact.  Hello reality, how have you been? I’ve been doing fine without you—can I return now?

“Will that be to go, mam?” I could hear her voice; I didn’t want to acknowledge her existence. I hated shopping. I want to go home. 

I reached inside the shopping trolley, as I my nose snorted due to the cold. “He-re, is pe-a can-p-p-pea-can”.

“Peacan soup?” she raised an eyebrow.  Her hand reached over touching the can as my head turned away. I burrowed my head deeper into the warmth of my cotton scarf. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts. I snorted once more, trying not to let the snot drizzle down my face and make it even more awkward than it already was. Her fingertips brushed slightly reaching mine. In response, my eyes widened as I retracted my hand quicker than someone would as if they had just touched a spider. I could feel her gaze lingering on me. Still looking away, not wanting to risk that whole debacle again, I quickly dumped my entire shopping on the checkout counter, allowing the thing to roll as she scanned each item. “Mam, this is canned tomato soup”, the cashier corrected. I felt the stupidity wash over me. I didn’t reply to her comment. I was in a rush to get the hell out of there to get home. I grabbed my purse and opened the slot with the cash inside, holding what I thought was the total amount. I was too tired to realise that I was five dollars short. Having enough of me already—the cashier looked down, raising an eyebrow. “Unfortunately, I can’t accept this; the amount you gave me is too short. Unless you have the correct amount, I won’t be able to give you the items.” My eyes narrowed in confusion—wasn’t this—oh. I slapped my hand to my forehead harder than intended, gritting my teeth in frustration. “W-wai—I go—car an—d I, g-g-gra m-on-mo-ney”. 

My voice trailed quietly as I quickly hurried to the mall's main entrance. I raised the collar of my thick, black parker and adjusted my scarf, trying to hide my face. The parker was so oversized I might as well resemble an oversized polar bear. My gloved hands reached the door handle, swinging it open as I was suddenly hit by a strong gust of wind blowing snow inside. I looked back at the cashier from a distance; she was filing her nails, her blonde hair draped over her face. She seemed relatively younger than me, possibly in her teens or early twenties. Not wanting to waste any more time, I shielded the wind with my hand, blowing the cold air on my face. I slushed through the winter wonderland with all my might. Somehow, this felt less worse than dealing with that cashier. My left arm helped me move back and forth in motion as my right arm shielded the wind from my face. ‘slosh’, ‘Slosh’, ‘Slosh’, was all I heard. My shaky breath hadn’t managed to cause a great deal of noise, but it was evident. I could feel the whiplash sting the back of my nose and the snot run down. Just great. I thought. At least, If I end up sick, it’ll save me the pain of going anywhere.

I managed to slosh through the thick, powdery white, making it to my white car. If it weren’t for the lights, it would’ve blended in. Only then would I be stuck here, listening to the gossip about who divorced who and the scandalous boredom. I tried to meddle the gloves off my hand to no avail, leaving me to the last resort of biting it off with my teeth. I smiled triumphantly as the glove came off, only for the gust of wind to blow it out of my grasp. “Are you shitting me right now?” I watched the glove blow higher and higher as I tried to reach it in my grasp. At first, my body landed on the car as I tried to grab it, then on the roof and then on the snow below. As the wind taunted me by blowing my black glove somewhere other than me, I trailed further from the car. Then, running back to my car. This whole display made me feel like a cat trying to swat at a fly. Finally, with enough effort, I landed on the car bonnet, catching the glove on the windshield. Feeling like a half-witted feline in triumph for using the ye old primary method of just hitting the bug on the window. I shoved the glove in my pocket. My hands were shaking; I managed to fiddle with the most complex puzzle in my life; finding the correct key to get into my own car, the prize, the extra cash to pay for my groceries. As I managed to find the key to my car—and not my apartment—I slid it into the lock, my face washed with relief. I shoved my hands into the un-tidy glove box compartment with two envelopes. One was labelled ‘for rent’ and the other ‘for emergencies only’ with a three-second drawn smiley face at the end. I quickly opened the envelope labelled, emergencies only and grabbed the $10 I needed to get groceries. Sliding out, I shut the car door, locking it. I sloshed through the snow, walking fast, moving my arms back and forth as if I were going skiing.

As I returned to the grocery store, I pulled the scarf around my face to avoid being seen. The warm air helped calm the flush and whiplash from the cold outside. The snot that previously dripped down my face had been wiped with my sleeve. Trust me. I’m not usually this gross. But when I’m in a rush. It didn’t matter.

I could see the cashier. However, my ears perked up at their conversation.

“Amber, oh god, it’s been too long, girl”, another woman with highlighted hair leaned against the cashier’s counter who was serving me initially. “Yeah, it's been too long, too long—”.

I tuned out. They were speaking about, I don’t know, something about a hot dude; I didn’t care. However, my ears picked up what they mentioned next.

“I can’t wait to go home. Honestly, it’s been tiring; I had this one customer come up to me; I thought they were sketchy, to be honest,” she said in a high-mellow tone while chewing gum. “Oh, are you okay? I hope they didn’t ask for your number.”

“No, no, nothing like that; she was a young woman. I wouldn’t say she was like someone on drugs or anything,” Amber reassured the other cashier.

“She just didn’t seem right in the head, you know. Like, she couldn’t speak properly. I was worried she was going to ask me for weed or something.” Amber ran her fingers through her hair.

“Sounds like she was high”, the other cashier chuckled.

As I trailed to the cashier, my eyes softened, and my steps slowly stopped as I held the money in my hands. I know most people should be heroes and speak back, but sometimes, it’s better to let them have their chatter. Looking at the women, I took a deep breath, already having enough of a day. I walked over to the cashier, and the other pushed Amber’s shoulder, heading back to her register. As I didn’t look at the woman, she said, “Oh, you got the cash. Good for you.” I can hear the sarcasm in her voice. “It’s pretty cold out th—” I slammed the money on the counter, picked up the grocery bags, and headed out into the snowstorm. “Ah, rude, you know, normal people say ‘thank you’ Can you say that ‘Th-ank y-ou?” she mocked my speech pattern. I didn’t acknowledge her. I kept walking. At least in the snow, I heard nothing but the sound of wind. “Yeah, your ass better keep walking. rude cow.”

I stormed out of that grocery store with irritation beyond my imagination.

Her words can’t affect me.

 Her words can’t affect me.

I repeated to myself. I could feel the emotions building up, becoming heightened and overwhelming.

I am strong.

I am me.

I did nothing wrong.

I did nothing wrong.

She doesn’t know me.

—I want to open my mouth to scream and shout, wave my arms and flap about—

—I want to open my mouth to scream and shout, wave my arms and flap about—

From my mouth.

As I entered my car, I started the engine and began to drive out of the car parking lot. My lips opened, making noise to form some words. “You are y/n. y/n l/n. You are a talented writer. You have the world with you. Everyone cares about you.” I said to myself with precise precision. I started to calm down. “Just think of what Sarek. What would Sarek look like? What is his aim? What is his next plan for Aelwynn?” My mind went into a stir, a stir of brainstorming ideas that made me forget—for now—the incident that happened. As weird as this sounded, I started talking to myself, a method that helped me figure out plot lines and ideas calming me down. “Sarek is not a man of beauty, nor a man of triumph; he is a pirate of greed that will stop at nothing for treasure.”

“He has a full beard with the eyes of the devil; his toothy grin sends shivers down his crew’s spines. They all fear him for the reason of his ambition. He is a man of great power and great aspiration.”

“Though all fell apart when he—when he laid eyes upon her—Aelwynn, a fae queen whose beauty is far from this world. A being that changed his whole perception of reality.”

“Aelwynn was locked away in a deep, dark dungeon of despair waiting; she could not dance, nor feel the joy within her heart. Her tears turned to ice as they melted on the wooden boards. Her kingdom called to her. Her kingdom cried out for her return. The world—that lay beyond where no man can reach—was dying. The only thing she could do at that moment was sing. She sung of song of the ancient land of the fae. Her melody, her tune, her voice had entranced the crew above. As all dwelled to know of the siren’s tune, the enraged captain stormed down to the brig where the temptress had been held. Upon seeing her singing the song of her people, Sarek listened. He did not take a step closer. His hand took off his tricorne laced with feathers, holding it over his chest. The song she sang spoke to him. His eyes were opened for the first time. No longer did he see a creature. No longer did he see a bounty of treasure. He saw a scared girl.”

I sipped my coffee, happy with the result; I finally had the perfect result for Sarek—my fearsome pirate captain. My legs were curled up on the computer chair as I smiled like some giggling schoolgirl discovering fanfiction for the first time. I reached over to my paper with the character design sketches for Aelwynn and Sarek. I sketched Sarek to have a much darker tone to his expression: messy raven hair, a full beard with gritty yellow teeth and a weathered face that’s aged poorly. I didn’t envision a modern pirate. I envisioned a true pirate. One true to his features. I added a long, trimmed, black frock coat with a ruined grey waistcoat, then coloured the stockings further with the pencil in black. After that, I finally coloured the heeled shoes. I gleefully smiled. I only needed to trace the outline for his black tricorne, and then I was finished. As I started sketching a rough outline of the tricorne with feathers, I glanced over at the time. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore it was at only 10 minutes until—OH SHIT!

THE DANCE LESSONS!

I dropped the pencil, leaving the sketch near finished. I jumped from my seat, running into my bedroom in the most un-elegant way possible. I pulled my shirt off, lowering my pants in an entangled heap. I looked inside my un-neat wardrobe, trying to put on a long-sleeve shirt as I threw clothes everywhere to look for my tracksuit pants. Oh, right, they're in the dryer. Just when I forgot to put away the washing two days ago. I rushed to the dryer with only my long-sleeved white striped shirt, socks, and blue undies. I nearly slid across the tiled floor. I yanked open the dryer door, throwing more clothes on the floor. Eventually, I found my tracksuit pants. “Yes!” I whispered. I slipped on my tracksuit pants, not caring if someone saw me. By which no one did. Luckily.

I swear I never ran faster in my life. I chucked on a pair of sneakers that had already been tied from yesterday. I ran to the car, yanked open the door, closed it, pulled the seat belt over me and drove. “And I’m off, thank God. I better not hear another “You’re five minutes past the hour.” Having a lecture was the least I wanted today, especially from Mr Oreo. I was driving past the traffic lights as the buildings turned to blobs fading into the distance.

I pulled the car into the parking lot with the tightest turn in the world. Due to the snowstorm clouds covering the night sky, it was utterly dark. I pushed the car door open, trudging through the snow in sneakers and a long-sleeve top. Was it my mistake? Probably. Was it worth it? It certainly was to get there on time. I moved my arms back and forth as I did before at the grocery store.

How much do I want to bet that Sir Oreo will be looking down with a mug of coffee that reads ‘I told you so’, topped with a smug expression written all over his face.

I shuffled to the front door and opened it. I then scurried to the staircase, running up the flight of stairs until I reached the fourth floor. Let me tell you, me plus running plus stairs equals a terrible idea. I felt like I was running a marathon for the foundation of the morons. I took a deep breath “How in the heck are ballerinas this fit?” I muttered to myself. I trailed up slowly, taking a breath for rest. I could feel the sweat run down my face. I eventually made it to the fifth floor, where the lessons were held. I entered the room, but of course, he wasn’t there.

Nothing but the same old empty room, with mirrors, barres, and blue curtains stilled by the ginormous windows behind it. I bent over, my body trying to catch its breath. I thought about heading to the bathroom to quickly wipe all the sweat away and grab a drink of water. I had time, at least, I hoped. I walked outside in the small room beside the dance room. I had never seen this before, and I’ve been here twice now. It was smaller than my apartment bathroom, with a sink outside and a single cubical on the far left. I ripped the paper towels from the holder and wiped the sweat away. I bent over to the sink, drinking the water. It was refreshing. Satisfying. I wiped my mouth with the paper towel, chucking it in the bin. As I entered the dance room again, my face dropped with dread. My eyes flickered up to meet his. He did not look pleased with my current state.

“I presume you have not heeded my previous request; tell me, in your feeble mind, does my voice turn to foam each time I speak.” His voice spoke cooly as he stood haughtily, looking down at me. He wore the same trench coat as before with a different outfit that seemed expensive: something like a pressed black shirt with neat trousers and loafers.

I glanced down “I—sor—ry, I—late—r—an, her—e” was all I could mutter out.

“Is it really, that hard to be precise?” even if he should’ve sounded furious, he didn’t. It was hard to describe, but, imagine meeting someone who sounded so disinterested in everything that he couldn’t express emotion. He always sounded the same.

“I—“.

“Right, you have exactly five minutes to stretch, and if you so much as squander my time, then I will cancel the lesson, and you will go home. Do I make myself clear?”. I should’ve noted how abnormally tall he was, at least taller than me; I’ve been customarily commentated for my height, but—Mr Oreophorion was something else. His lips narrowed, then pursued into an expression of authority.

 “y-es” I said, simply because I was intimidated by his height and his stern expression.

My right leg reached behind me as I grabbed my foot, stretching my quad for thirty seconds and then switching to the other. I dangled my body over my legs; however, I couldn’t touch my feet. I wasn’t flexible, as I mentioned before—I get my own commentary brought to you by Mr. Oreo. “Flexibility will come with time. Each day, take some time out to work on it.”

I spent the last minute sitting down and facing forward with my legs spread out. I will be damned if I’m made to do the splits; no way.

I got off the ground and came into position, remembering the first position, which was the easiest. I held my arms before me, forming an oval shape, while my feet formed a ‘V’ shape. I waited for Mr Oreo to tell me the next move. “We will begin with the demi-plie, assuming you remembered—which you surely have not—Start by bending your knees and slowly lower your body to the ground as you’ll keep your heels flat on the floor. Then squeeze your muscles as you come up.”

“Begin, now”, he ordered sharply.

I started the demi-pile as ordered by Sir Captain Oreo. I bent my knees as instructed, remembering how it was done. The first few tries were something else, but after that, it became easier. Oh, look, I’m doing the thingy. I’m doing the thingy. I was pleased with myself in accomplishing this move. Oddly enough, I looked to the side to see Mr Oropherion staring at me—not directly at me exactly—but at my legs. Not in a creepy manner, sort of speak, but staring at my movement; he was observing my stance. His crystal-like irises followed my leg’s movements. I began to move into the next pile, a grand pile. I recalled his touch; I remembered the moves he taught me previously. At first, I bent slowly, then did so further in motion. What made this more problematic was that he did not indicate if I was doing this correctly; he never smiled nor showed any sign of irritation. I slowed to a stop, thinking he was satisfied with my result. His posture straightened once more “good.”

Good. Good! Was that all he had to say? I couldn’t even tell if I was doing the Plie correctly.

“y—yes—th—ank—y—ou” I tried to sound grateful to make him react.

“Now, we shall move on. The next move I shall teach you is simple. This is called a revele. Here.” He started to move over to my side. I looked away, feeling my face flush. However, he didn’t press his hands against my waist. My head gently turned. He wasn’t touching me, but, almost silently asking for my permission. My head turned back to the front, giving him the indication it was all right to guide me. He began to press his hands gently on my hips, moving his leg toward my inner. “Use your calve to pull your heel upward until you’re standing at the ball of your feet, then back into position”. He says, moving my foot in front of me. “Once you’ve mastered this move, you’ll want to enter into a demi-pointe; try not to go all the way; you’ll want to support your weight with the balls of your feet”.

I practised, allowing his leg to guide me the first few times. As our movements followed suit, his hands lifted from my waist, letting me go. As he watched me, he seemed satisfied with the outcome. Again, his reactions were hard to read, but he seemed content enough with my movements based on how he observed me. “Now,” he said firmly. “We shall begin combining the revere and the pile.”

“Begin to pile, then come straight up into the revele position”. He didn’t guide me this time but stood there, waiting.

My hand grasped the barre, as I entered the pile position. I bent my knees as my feet were still in a ‘v’ shape. Then coming up, I pointed my heel upward in front of me. I repeated the same movement until it became more natural for me. Once more, he observed me. I continued until I came back into the first position. Looking up, I waited for any sign of reaction to provide me with feedback. However, all he gave was a cold stare.

“Ho—w di—d ren—ee d—o” I said, trying to sound out my words.

“Well, well enough,” he said, with no hint of gratification in his voice.

“tha-t’s go—od”.

“That concludes our lesson for today; I suggest you take the time to rest and practice when you go home. I want to see you perfect it. I don’t wish to see it wasted.”

He approached me slowly, bending down to my eye level as his hands clasped behind his back, trying to see if I could still maintain eye contact. My eyes darted across, trying not to get too close.

“Remember, little bird, even if I train you to fly, you need to choose if you so wish to escape your little cage”.

I looked up, staring at his gaze. It’s true what they say: the eyes are the window to the soul. They are the most expressive, if not body language. I always wondered if he even expressed the slightest emotion, just a twinge. Upon first meeting him, he was so cold; he was made of ice. Compared to my own eyes, I was like water, always expressing my emotions through them. His eyes were—unnatural; was it even possible for them to be so clear? I gazed deeper, managing to see a figure within them.

 My own reflection. My own immure.

I wanted to reach up, raise my hand to beg, to spread my wings. To fly toward a place, where I was free.

With that, he swiftly turns and starts to leave with his hands still behind his back. “You were lucky I changed my mind; I expect you here exactly at the hour; if you so much as turn up behind-handed again, I will have you forfeit the chance of ever setting foot in this classroom again.” His voice turned even sterner and deeper than before; the light threat evident.

And with that, he left as he came, mysteriously. My body dropped dangling just above my knees. I can’t believe I had even managed to somewhat impress myself with those moves, let alone even beg to differ if I can do them again. I mean, as I said, I’m no ballerina; I’m not even trained in flexibility. You might as well put a frog in a tutu, and that would suffice more than I do.

Yet. You know what? Who cares.

I managed—me—y/n—to accomplish more than I thought. I took these classes. I’m speaking to someone. I managed to do a plie and revele at the same time. It may not be as magnificent as many would think, but, to me, it was a small step to something bigger. I slipped my feet into my joggers and walked through the door. I came to a halt just before exiting through the door. I took one last glance in the mirror. Taking in everything; my body, my image, my shape, my presence. Me.

My lips curled into a small smile—a genuine smile. I was genuinely proud of myself. I took a deep breath, stood tall, and smiled as I left the room with pride.

There was something that entered my train of thought, an emotion I truly needed.

—I could do it. I could break free from the golden bars that weighed me down. My eyes opened, expressing a word I knew that was no longer forgotten—.

Hope.

[reveriexxgirlly]

you love it when I always squeeze (repost)

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader SMUT

Warnings: Overstimulation kink, bondage play, sex toys, and squirting.

Word count: 1.8k

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Tight enough? 

J asked at the foot of the bed as he gave me a couple of pats on my ass.

Mhm, yes.

My response was muffled by the side of my face resting against my pink silk pillows. J said he had the night free and wanted to try bondage play. He had me lie down on my stomach, tied my arms behind my back, and just finished tying my feet to the ends of the bed, keeping my legs spread.

I was completely bare on the bed, with no bra or panties. I felt exposed with my legs spread, feeling the cold air brush against my wet pussy.

“Ah!”

I moaned in surprise when I felt J bite my left ass cheek, and he soothed the irritated skin with a lick. With some work, I turned my head around to look at him and saw a deep red bite mark on my skin.

“Oops.”

J said with a smirk, not apologetic in the slightest. 

Then J got on the bed, resting on his knees between my legs, and caressed my thighs with his hands. Moving up and down. Every time he moved his hands down, he’d lightly scratch my skin with his overgrown nails. It made me shudder each time he did it and he’d tease me by getting close to my pussy but not yet touching me.

J’s attempts to make me desperate always worked, but I made the mistake of trying to hump the mattress I was lying on for the stimulation J wasn’t giving me. It resulted in a hard smack on my inner thigh.

“You take what I give you and stop acting like a brat!”

Another hard smack on my thigh echoed in my small apartment. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry papi!”

I heard him chuckling behind me.

“Ya know bunny, I don’t think you are.”

J get up and walked across the room to our closet, and I started to panic. 

“No, no, no! Papi, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again I swear!”

“Shut up.”

Since the start of our relationship, J had been acquiring sex toys over time. Collecting whips, dildos, vibrators, harnesses, rope, and more that we hadn’t yet used.

J always goes too far with the toys. Last time he used the whip on me as punishment, I had cuts and welts on my ass lasting on my skin for weeks.

When he came back, I tried turning my head to see what he grabbed from his collection, but he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pushed my face back down on the pillow.

“You’re really trying to make this worse for yourself, aren’t ya?”

“No Papi I’m not, please. I didn’t mean to -“

J interrupted me mid-sentence and moved close to my face.

“For the last time. Shut. Up.”

He said it with such intensity that a drizzle of his spit landed on my face.

I looked at him with the most innocent eyes I could muster, but he just stared at me with a devilish grin. The scars decorating his cheeks made it terrifyingly clear that he wasn’t going to go easy on me tonight.

J got on his knees and settled on the spot between my legs again. He crouched slightly, inspecting and admiring the wetness that spread over the unshaven hairs surrounding my pussy. 

He smiled before spiting on my pussy, the feeling making me let out a pornographic moan.

“That’s it. Those are the only sounds I wanna hear coming out of your mouth.”

J used his pointer and middle finger to spread his saliva over to my clit, rubbing small circles on my little nub. I continued to moan for him to get on his good side. The feeling was so delicious I wanted to move my hips for more, but I knew that'd get me trouble again, so I used all my willpower to keep my hips still. Although, I would occasionally twitch. 

“Such a good girl keeping still for me. Finally using that dumb little brain for something.”

He kissed the lower part of my back as a reward for my good behavior, making my hips twitch again.

“Does my little whore want more?”

“Yes papi, please.”

With that, he stopped his movements on my clit for a moment then I heard a small hum coming from a vibrator. I felt him place a bullet vibrator directly on my clit. J put the setting on high and smiled when my moans got louder and desperate.

I knew I wasn’t going to last longer than a minute. J kept the bullet on my clit for a few more seconds before I got the courage to speak up again. 

“Papi! Papi, I’m so close. Can I please cum?”

My voice came out in a high pitch since I was trying to say a proper sentence while trying not to cum yet. 

Before J could answer, his burner rang. 

We both stilled for a moment, but J didn’t move away from my clit and just grabbed the phone from his pocket and picked up the call.

He still paid the same attention to my clit, which resulted in me gushing all over the vibrator. I was humping the vibrator as my orgasm washed over me. I bit my lip to keep my whimpers from spilling out of my mouth. J silently tsked at me during my orgasm since I came without his permission, and kept talking on the phone as if i didn’t just cum all over the vibrator.

Even after I came, J wouldn’t take the vibrator off my clit. I started to feel overstimulated from the sensation. As it was slowly transitioned from pleasure to pain, I was pulling at my restraints and trying to crawl away, but J kept following my clit with the vibrator.

“J, please stop. That’s too much.”

I said softly.

“SHH! No, I wasn’t talking to you dumbass, keep going.”

J went back to his phone call as he kept the vibrator on my clit, and I could feel another orgasm slowly approaching. I was so distracted from the excruciating but delicious feeling of another orgasm that I didn't hear J get off the phone. 

J turned off the vibrator and grunted as he got off the bed.

“I have to go.”

I whipped my head around and watched him put his gloves back on and start getting ready to go out.

“What, no!? You said you that you were free tonight. That’s no fair- Ah!”

J slapped me across the face. I sobbed as the stinging feeling on my cheek warmed my skin. He grabbed my face and squished my cheeks, forcing a pout on my lips. My tears were falling down my face and wetting his purple leather gloves.

“What makes you think you can talk to me like that after you just came all over that toy like a common whore!”

His mean words made me sob louder, and he rolled his eyes in response to my crying.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, and I thought you were gonna be my good girl tonight.”

I just stared at him as the tears kept falling down my face. I felt terrible. I wanted J to myself tonight and wasn’t going to get that, and what was even worse is that he was mad at me. 

He let go of my face and wiped his wet gloves on my silk sheets. I buried my face in my pillow and kept crying softly. 

I thought J was going to untie me until I heard that familiar humming noise again and gasped when J placed the bullet vibrator back on my clit. Tying it to my hips, the restraints resembling a g string with the toy tied directly underneath my clit without moving.

When he finished he moved close to my face and whispered in my ear.

“You wanted to cum so bad, now you can come as many times as you want.”

With that he walked out of the room and slammed my apartment door shut.

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It’s been hours since J left, and I’ve had 19 orgasms. To say the feeling was unbearable was an understatement, every gut-wrenching orgasm was agonizing. By my eighth orgasm, I started squirting, leaving my lower half in a puddle of my own cum.  

Being left in this pleasurable agony for who knows how long was getting me, I couldn’t keep track of anything, but the number of orgasms that was gushing out of me.

I was so lost in the feeling I almost didn’t hear J opening the door to the apartment, throwing his keys on the coffee table while kicking off his shoes. I heard his loud foot steps getting closer to my bedroom. 

“Lookie what we have here.”

J felt satisfaction and pride finding me in a puddle of my own shame. 

He walked up to the bed to see how I was doing, seeing my tear soaked pillow and my eyes closed tightly in misery. 

“Hey.”

I opened my eyes to see him crouched on the side of the bed to look at my face intently.

“How’s my girl doin? Good?”

“Mhm.”

I couldn’t speak because of how raw my throat felt from hours of screaming and moaning, to the point where my voice became hoarse. 

He smirked at my state and lack of response.

“How many times did you cum?”

“Ninet- MMM, Fuck!”

As I was about to answer him when another orgasm hit me. I so got used to the build-ups that it would just hit me out of nowhere. 

J looked over to my lower body and saw me squirt, watching the stream add to the pool of cum on my bed. The sheets were so wet I could feel it from my thighs to my knees.

After my orgasm, I took a couple of breaths before I gave him a proper answer.

“Twenty.”

J laughed in my face. It made me feel small, but I hoped that seeing me like this was enough for him to forgive me.

“I think my wittle bunny has learned her lesson. Didn’t you?”

I nodded urgently in hopes that he’d turned off the vibrator.

“Yes papi, I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll never do it again. Promise!”

I had no idea what I was apologizing for, my head was so empty of any thought or logic that I would say anything to make J happy. He knew that I didn't really mean my apology, but seeing me so desperate to satisfy him it was enough for him.

J caressed my cheek, and I leaned into his touch since this was one of those rare moments he was affectionate.

“Good girl.”

[cpunkwitch]

Back when we were in the er for 2 days (March?) the day shift nurse we first saw offered me a wheelchair, that man was a sweetheart, the nightshift nurse after him was too, she gave my mom and me both two toasty warm blankets while checking my vitals periodically

The wheelchair was not meant for my tiny ass

I felt like a pebble sitting on a hammock with wheels

It took way too much effort for me to wheel myself up and down the short hallway

And I was initially there because my body had shut down in what still is the worst episode we have ever had, by the time I left the hospital I was only moderately less immobile than when they gave me the wheelchair

Had my arms worked with me properly it probably still would have taken me considerable effort to use the wheelchair

Knowing the majority of my body's issues are with and caused by my lower half from the base of my spine down, a wheelchair of some kind would be out best option very soon

Especially with how more frequent it is that our knees/legs are refusing to support us.

Wheelchairs from the hospital kinda suck, hardly comfortable and did not like having to force my legs up so my mom could push me without dragging my feet on the floor (didn't really like that i had to have her push me around in order to use it either but that's what those ones are made for. You'd at least think they'd have a foot rest, the seat was hella low and I'm light as fuck)

We have thought about looking into walkers and got some suggestions but with how or physical condition is declining this way, it probably won't be worth it

Due to our situation however, we can't get a wheelchair. It's not safe, we'll be told not to use it and it might even get taken away or assistance to use it will be refused so we'll be forced to abandon it not to mention how poorly accessible our city is.

Not sure where I was going with this kinda just venting

In a lot of pain, tired but not enough to sleep, and kinda crashing/spiraling.

Worst part is the only thing that came out of that long ass visit was a "we don't know why this happened, we'll blame your bpd and give you meds we give people with depression."

The meds help manage our mood swings at best

But that's it

We still have episodes of intense pain, episodes of our body shutting down, both of which leave us immobile for a range of time

We still occasionally have episodes that feel seizure-like, though a bit less than we used to

Honestly? I'm scared

A big part of why we can't see ourselves living past our mid 20's is because of this, we already have Cotard's Syndrome but this is just

Getting so bad

And the parents won't acknowledge it for the danger it is, not that we could actually talk about it with them in a proper conversation where they listen.

We need to get out of here

But we have way too many doubts to believe anything will really get better for us, it's really hard to realistically see ourselves no longer living here

I think the walking cane is as far as we'll ever get to being able to use assistance even remotely freely besides compression gloves and medication

I'm at a loss

[captzexx]

With every “!!” i get, I’ll introduce you to an OC! !!

Gendry Candell

There was a knock at the door.

There was no answer.

Another knock would follow, before the door was creaked open.  A young, scarred face of Rey Candell appearing between the crack of the door with worried brown eyes as she looked across the room.  "Gendry?"

"I'm awake," Gendry replied, his voice weak but peaceful as he sat in a large overstuffed chair.  He did not turn to face his sister though, his eyes withered and haggard face staring out the nearby open window.

Rey would nod mostly to reassure herself as she dragged her feet to enter the cold room of her brother.  "It's freezing in here."

"I like it, the wind feels good on my face," Gendry still did not look to her but his weak voice made clear a matching smile.

Rey would nod again as she would do her best not to stutter in her pace as she neared the chair, her face catching up with her eyes as she looked to her brother.  It was hard to do so.

Gendry Candell was half a man now, though by the peaceful smile on his gaunt face he seemed happier than she had ever known him to be.

"How are you feeling?"  Rey would speak softly, though barely above a whisper as she crouched beside her brother's chair.  His eyes would slowly open as he heard her voice and tilt his head softly to the right to look to her, though the youngest Candell of the trio would do all she could not to stare at the now empty spaces of his body.  The left side had taken the worst of it as his leg was now gone from mid-thigh to foot as was his left arm from shoulder to hand, the sleeve of his robe tied close to his withered frame.  From one missing leg would be the other right side missing from knee to foot and a hand as well from the right, the smooth slate of stump from forearm to the tips of his fingers.  A shaky breath was all Rey could bring in as she desperately wanted to hold that artist's hand again as she had for so long as a child.  "How are you feeling?"

"You just asked that," Gendry would speak softly again as he watched Rey try with all her might not to fall to pieces at the sight of him.  He could scarcely believe it himself, to survive such a massacre to his body and soul was a miracle.  The price had been steep, but worth it.

"Sorry," Rey murmured as she gently reached forward to smooth a lock of his blonde hair from his face.  "I just got a bit lost."

"I can relate," her brother would sigh out again as he tried to adjust himself in the chair.

"Do you need help?"

Gendry would shake his head, "No, I'll be alright just need to shift a bit.  The doctor said I should try to move here and there.  Try to remember."

Her brother would gently lift up his stump, the end of it covered in a warm wool wrapping before he lowered it again.  

"Does it hurt?"

Gendry would again shake his head with a brave, weak smile trying to assail his sister's fears for him.  "No, not at all to be honest.  Just feel lighter, though I am tired of being so tired."

Again Rey would stroke his hair back again, her heart thumping loudly as she continued to fight back more of the tears she had spilled in the wake of her brother's wounds.  "I'm sorry."

"I'm not," Gendry leaned his head to the side into her hand as he closed his eyes again a moment.  "I'm alive."

A shaky breath taken as Rey would nod, her voice croaking out just the same.  "You are.  And will be for some time."

"I should hope so," the young an would smile again weakly before opening his eyes again slowly.  "Where's Xaya?"

Rey patted him softly before coming around to face him fully as she crouched low to look him in the eye.  The idea of having to come to his level unlike how he once was always coming to hers made her heart ache worse as she smiled sadly.  "That's why I'm here.  They need you to test it out."

A rasping sigh would slip from the young man as tilted back into his chair, the serene look on his face fading into a tight frown.

"Gendry come on now, this a good thing."

"Is it?"

"Of course it is, get you back on your," Rey stopped the old saying to look down with a sigh.  "You know what I mean."

"What if I don't want to?"

Rey snapped her head up this time, a kindling of fire in her eyes as she frowned back at him hard.  "You don't get to do that."

"Why not?"  Gendry feel a bitterness creep into his voice as he said the words.  "It was my fault."

"Stop it."

"It was, if I hadn't taken the idol," Gendry would continue his mind racing to the strange troll statue that had ruined nearly everything for them.  His freedom.  His family.  His home.  Uncle Lan.  The bitterness continued to harden his heart as he let it seep into him, wrecking the peace he'd been feeling the last few hours alone in his room.  

A strong hand cupped his face and pulled it up to look into the familiar face of his younger sister.  "Stop it.  You can't just switch moods like that.  You need to focus.  You're alive.  We're alive.  And we're going to make it work.  Now shut up and come look at it."

Gendry felt a pressure in his chest at his sister's short words, wanting to retort with something bitter or hurtful but knowing the truth.  "You're right."

"Of course I am," Rey responded as she patted him on the cheek before moving away to fetch the rolling chair that their current proprietor had provided upon their arrival in Stormsong.  "Now come on, Gripcable has got a good start for you to try."

Gendry nodded softly as the creak of the wheels and chair signaled her return before he was lifted into it with a grunt from Rey.  An old wool blanket would pulled over him for warmth as well as modesty to his appearance as Rey got behind the chair.  "What does Xaya think?"

Rey snorted as she began to push him toward the door.  "She hasn't left his side since he started.  I mean, someone's gotta know how to fix it."

Another nod was given as Gendry leaned back into the chair, his eyes closing again as he listened for the wind of the valley.  It was sweet and cold to his skin, but warm in his heart as he smelled hints of honey on the air.  How sweet the air smelled here.

"Someone's gotta fix me."

@safrona-shadowsun

[animeboye]

Mid Dragon's World Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Jake vs. Alex

I flew through the sky with Alex not far behind me. Looking back, I noticed that two fireballs were hot on my tail. I flew down as the two balls of fire flew past. I then flew further down, landing on the roof of my school. Turning around, I saw that Alex was also lowering. I shot a few fireballs of my own at him which he avoided easily.

As soon as Alex landed, he ran straight towards me, his scaly fists clenched. I clenched my fists too. Soon, the two of us stood in place and threw fist after fist after fist at each other, the two of us avoiding some punches while others landed. Once we stopped throwing punches at each other, Alex grabbed me by the shoulders and kneed me in the stomach. I held my stomach in pain as I hunched over. Alex squeezed his fist again and punched me in the face, knocking me off my feet. Rolling onto my back, I noticed Alex was standing over me. As he raised his scaly foot, I rolled out of the way before he was able to slam it down on me. I stood up and charged towards Alex. Our hands clasped together as we struggled, trying to push the other back.

“What’s wrong with you, Alex?!” I asked, managing to push him back a bit. “Jericho’s only ever been nice to you and you want to kill him?! WHY?!”

“This isn’t my choice to make, Jake! Dad said we gotta do this so I’m gonna do it!” Alex exclaimed, pushing me back this time.

“Is that really the only reason you’re doing this? Because dad said you had to?” I asked, not fully trusting Alex’s words.

Alex didn’t answer me. We continued to struggle, our hands locked together as we tried to knock the other back. Eventually, with enough force, Alex sent me stumbling back until I was just a few feet away from the edge of the roof. I glared at him, clenching my fist as tightly as I could.

“Come on Jake. You really think you can beat me?” Alex scoffed. “You could never beat me in training so what makes you think you can beat me in a real fight?”

“I’ve got to.” I said with a look of determination. “If beating you will save Cassie and Jericho, then I’m gonna fight as hard as I can!”

In response, Alex shot a stream of fire from his mouth at me. I threw my left hand up in front of me which stopped Alex’s fire. I pulled my arm back and launched the fire back at Alex. He took a couple feet back, barely avoiding the fire. I noticed that Alex was now barely standing on the edge of the roof. His foot slipped, sending him falling off the roof. My eyes grew wide and I gasped, my jaw dropping. I ran over to where Alex was standing, kneeled down and saw that Alex was now laying on the ground on his stomach. His arms were out in front of him, his tail laying in between his legs. He wasn’t moving.

“Oh my God!” I thought to myself, not believing what I was looking at.

“Alex. No! NO!!!” I exclaimed, tears forming under my eyes.

I started to cry. I didn’t want this. All I wanted was to protect Jericho and Cassie. I didn’t want to kill Alex in order to do it.

I wiped my tears away and stood up.  Flapping my wings, I flew down to Alex’s body. I gasped a few times, falling to my knees in shock as my arms dropped to my sides. My eyes were wide and my mouth shook. I just couldn’t believe it. Alex…he was dead.

Suddenly, I noticed Alex’s body begin to move. I gasped again in surprise. Alex was alive! He quickly got up and swung his paw at me, his claws slicing into my cheek. I placed my palm over my cheek, my eyes twitching as my cheek stung. Moving my hand away, I noticed the large amount of blood that covered the palm of my hand. I wiped the blood on the dirt and stood up as did Alex.

I turned around and ran with Alex chasing after me. Just as I got to the stairs leading out of the baseball field, I swung around and dashed at Alex, clenching both my fists as tightly as I could.  Before Alex could respond, I smacked one fist into Alex’s face and drove the other into his stomach. Alex held his stomach as he hunched over. I flapped my wings and was about to take to the sky again when Alex grabbed me by the tail. He squeezed it, causing me to scream in pain as my wings lost all their strength, sending me crashing to the ground.

With my tail still in his grip, Alex stomped his foot on my back. I screamed as incredible pain came shooting all the way from my tail and up to my brain.

“You can’t do anything to me as long as I’ve got your tail, Jake. I beat you again, little brother.” Said Alex confidently.

Alex placed his foot down on my back. He pressed down as hard as he could, causing me to scream again. I gripped the ground and growled under my breath, trying to think of a way out of this. I could barely move as long as he was squeezing my tail and he’d probably keep this up until I was unconscious. I had to think of something before that happened and I had to think fast.

Then it hit me: my fire! I could use my fire to force him to let go. It didn’t even have to be a lot of fire. Just enough to startle Alex and make him let go of my tail.

As his foot squeezed down on my back again, I let out another painful scream.

“Had enough Jake?” Asked Alex. “If you say ‘uncle’ and promise to take care of your friends yourself, then I’ll stop. Sound fair?”

I grumbled under my breath, still gripping at the ground, my eyes twitching yet again at the pain my tail was in.

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you. What did you say?” Asked Alex.

My answer was a stream of fire. While it wasn’t enough to hurt Alex, I was able to get him to release my tail. Before Alex could grab me again, I quickly ran from him while on all fours. I stood up and looked over at him. He growled at me, no doubt angry that I wasn’t willing to go along with this.

“I’m never gonna help you, Alex. I don’t want to kill them, and I don’t want you to either.” I said.

“Why?” Alex scoffed. “Because you think that we can all be friends? Jake, I don’t like humans. I don’t want to be friends with humans and I don’t need to be friends with humans.”

“Then what about Jericho? What about that drawing he made for you?” I asked, feeling a little angry at Alex.

“That…That--” Alex couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Or what about when his family was saying how cool we were? I saw you smiling at that. I think you’re lying, Alex. I think deep down, you don’t hate humans as much as you used to anymore.” I continued with a serious look on my face.

“Jake. Shut up!” Alex said sharply. And he ran at me, swinging one of his paws like a sword. I grabbed his arm and pushed it back. I threw a punch in return which Alex blocked.

Alex launched himself into the sky. I followed just a little bit behind Alex, sending a few fireballs after him. He flew out of their paths but I planned to make sure he wasn’t in the clear yet. As I continued to fly upward, I threw my hands into the air which caused two of my fireballs to stop. Quickly I threw both hands down with my fire following my movements. Once my balls of fire were at the same level as Alex, I swung my arms in his direction as they followed him.

Just as my fireballs got closer to him, Alex flew higher into the sky, just barely missing them. He flew higher and higher which meant my fireballs had to go higher too. So I raised my hands into the air again. Just then, I watched as Alex did a half somersault. His entire body was now directly hovering above my fireballs but just as they grew closer, Alex flapped his wings several times as hard as he could which produced just enough wind to put out my fireballs.  Afterwards, he swooped down and zipped past me. I flew in the opposite direction. The two of us turned around at the same time and quickly flew past each other. This continued for a few minutes before we both dropped back down to the ground.

Alex ran at me and swung his paw. I stepped back before his claws could get me. He swiped at me a few more times but still wasn’t able to cut me. Growling, he tightened his fist and threw a punch which I blocked with my arm. A bad idea as I felt a painful tingling feeling shoot through my arm. I held my arm, trying to get it to stop hurting so much. While it helped a little, it wasn’t enough to make the pain stop. I dropped my arm to my side and tried to turn my attention back to beating Alex.

We both jumped back, shooting fire at each other. We walked in a circle, our eyes locked onto the other. Alex released another fireball which I stopped and repelled back at him. He ducked out of the way as his fireball flew past him and scorched the ground, leaving behind a noticeably large black mark. He got up and the two of us continued exchanging fireballs. After a few minutes, our fireballs stopped. We stood there for a moment, panting, our bodies covered in sweat. My head was hurting like crazy and my vision went blurry for a second. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could continue. I felt like I was going to pass out. I was ready to make sure that didn’t happen though. I couldn’t let that happen. Not before I warned Jericho and his family and to do that, I had to beat Alex.

I stumbled forward, still panting loudly, my legs like jelly. I bent down, held my hands over my knees, and took several deep breaths, trying to get some air into my body. I looked up, seeing Alex was doing the same. He and I both couldn’t take much more. By now, the only way our fight was going to end was if either one of us or both of us were unconscious.

Once I was good and ready, I ran from Alex over to the baseball diamond. He chased after me. As soon as I was standing on the pitcher’s spot, I stopped and turned around and threw punch after punch after punch at Alex. It was just like before except this time Alex was the one who was avoiding my attacks. Just like with me, Alex was stepping back, avoiding each punch I threw at him. This ended with Alex grabbing me by the arm and tossing me into the dirt. I coughed as I rubbed the dust and dirt out of my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw Alex standing over me. He grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me up. He gripped it tightly in his scaled, clawed hands. I could see the ends of his claws poking through. He raised his one hand that was still free and was about to attack me with his claws again when, without thinking, I shot fire right into his face. He suddenly let go of me.

“AAAAAAHHHH!!!!” Alex screamed as the fire burned his face.

He covered his face, still screaming. His screams grew quieter until they became painful grunts. When he removed his paws from his face, I saw that he wasn’t horribly burned but there were some marks. He turned to me, a furious look in his eyes.

“Alex, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” I exclaimed.

Alex didn’t care however. He tackled me to the ground and started punching me. I held my arms over my face to try and protect myself. Alex was breathing loudly and heavily, his punches becoming more and more painful with each hit.

“Alex, please STOP!!” I pleaded desperately.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it Jake?!” Said Alex angrily. “Maybe I should burn your face to show you how it feels!”

“No!” I yelled.

With enough force, I pushed Alex off me. As I stood up, my eyes twitched in pain again as I noticed that both arms were hurting badly now. Alex also stood up. He was still panting but this time, it wasn’t nearly as loud as it was when he was hitting me.

“Jake…” Alex stopped to take a few breaths. “Do you see…what you’re doing? All this…just to save some humans.”

“How many times do I have to tell you Alex?” I said breathless. “Those humans…are my friends. I like them…even if…you say you don’t.”

“Oh yeah?” Alex said in a mocking voice. “Remember your…other so called friends? The ones…who got hurt…or scared by your powers? What if…something happened and your powers…ended up hurting your new friends? What if they…started to hate you for it? Would you…still like them?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. I just hoped that never would happen. Jericho and Cassie already knew about my powers so I knew they’d never be scared of me but…Alex did have a point: what if my powers did end up hurting them? Would they still want to be pals with me? I wanted to believe that they would.

“Well Jake?” Alex asked impatiently.

“You know what, Alex? Even if they hated me, I’d still like them. And if my powers did hurt them, I think they’d still want to be friends with me.” I said, feeling confident in my answer.

Alex rolled his eyes. He didn’t say anymore. He tried to take to the sky again but found that difficult as he got about two feet off the ground and fell back down. His wings were too tired to lift him. I tried to lift myself into the air too but didn’t have any better luck than Alex did. My wings were cramping. I tried not to move them too much in case it made the pain worse.

The two of us stood, trying to get more air into our lungs. This time, my head felt light. Things started to spin. I was feeling dizzy. My eyes shut a few times but I fought to keep them open, fearing that I might lose consciousness.

Slowly I walked past Alex, my hands held over my head as things continued to spin. I took a couple deep breaths, coughing a little once I was done. I stopped a few feet from the steps and watched Alex as he walked to where I was standing. He and I stood about five feet away from each other just watching one another, wondering what the other was going to do. After a few minutes, Alex suddenly charged at me. I prepared myself for whatever it was he was about to do.

Alex swung his claws at me a few times, each attempt missing me. When I had the chance, I swung my fist at him, hitting Alex right in the snout. I threw another punch and hit him again. Just as I was about to hit Alex a third time, he grabbed my fist, squeezing it tightly and pushed me back. I stumbled a few feet and fell backwards. I immediately stood up, noticing that my body was starting to feel weaker and weaker. I had pushed myself too much. This time, my body really couldn’t take much more and I was willing to bet Alex was feeling the same way. My legs felt like jelly. I was amazed I was still standing.

Using what little strength my legs had left, I charged at Alex. The two of us exchanged a couple punches before we leapt back and unleashed two small but fierce streams of fire. Our two waves connected, struggling to beat the other.

We stood in that same spot which felt like forever, our fires trying to beat the other’s. I had never breathed fire for so long. It was painful. I wished there was an easier way to do this. Then I remembered there was. I couldn’t believe I forgot it: I didn’t have to keep breathing fire. I could just manipulate the fire I had already breathed. Once that thought crossed my mind, I realized that this may be my best chance of beating Alex. Alex didn’t have the power to manipulate elements like I did. That was going to give me a huge advantage. He had to keep breathing fire while I didn’t. This meant that he would have tired himself out quicker. I did it! I was going to beat him and save my friends.

I raised my palms over my fire and slowly closed my mouth, preventing anymore fire from escaping my body. I smiled proudly. I couldn’t believe that for the first time ever, I was actually going to beat Alex. And even better, Jericho and Cassie weren’t going to die

“Hey Alex!” I shouted. “I finally beat you! You have to keep breathing fire but I don’t! You’ll become tired quicker than me!”

Alex couldn’t respond. I continued to hold my hands in front of my fire, putting as much force into it as I could so that it could beat Alex. Things started getting blurry again. I was starting to pant like crazy as the last bit of energy I had left was leaving my body. I couldn’t let it happen yet. Not when I was so close. I pushed myself even harder but it was no use. My fire was beginning to be consumed by Alex’s. I didn’t understand why. I had the advantage. Alex should have been getting tired faster than I was.

I couldn’t take anymore. My legs gave out and I collapsed to the ground. I felt like I was going to be sick. To my surprise, when I looked up, I saw that my fire as well as Alex’s was gone. My vision went blurry again, then returned to normal and became blurry again. I struggled to stay awake but I was quickly losing that battle. Finally, I fell on my side, my head smacking the dirty, dusty ground as my eyes began to shut. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Alex slowly making his way to the stairs. As my eyes fully closed and my consciousness was lost, one last thought entered my head.

“Jericho…Cassie…I’m sorry. This is all my fault…”

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Alright so I just saw Elvis for the fifth time in theaters and all I can think about is that scene during the comeback special when the Colonel is like “I will no longer be the promoter of your career” and Elvis just goes “hmm. Hmm.” And then clicks his tongue and turns away and sniffs and I was sitting there BLUSHING. TOTAL DADDY DOM VIBES. Which since you’re asking for prompts of said vibes…

You’ve wanted Elvis’ attention but he’s been busy. When he’s finallyyyyy free to love on you, it’s too late. You’re already in full blown brat mode. You defy him somehow and you get that same reaction as the Colonel. Hums, clicks, sniffs, turns away. That cool anger. That’s when you know you messed up. You try to apologize, but too bad, it’s time for punishment 😈

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Raven black hair, icy blue eyes, tan skin, you wanted to indulge yourself in his entire being. Usually you would, but recently with the constant running around with shows and merchandise, Elvis didn’t have nearly as much time for you as you wanted. You had pulled the sheets up to your chest, the book you had been trying to force yourself to read was sitting in your hands. “Doll? I’m home!” Elvis’s booming voice echoed across the once silent walls. Pretending to not have heard him, you turned the page of your book. He made his way up the stairwell, “Doll? You up?” He asked you once more, propped up in the door frame with a slight pout on his lips. “You ignoring me, mama?” He asked shifting from his left foot to his right. 

“That’s what it seems to be, isn’t it?” You snapped, letting the book fall to the side of you. “I thought you would know, since you’ve been doing the same to me the past, what? Three weeks?” 

Elvis rubbed his jaw, walking towards you, stopping mid way to take off his shoes. “I come home, excited to finally be able to see my girl, and what do you know? She’s got an attitude?” Elvis kicked his shoes to the side, “You just have to act like a brat, don’t you? And to think, I was gonna give you whatever you wanted tonight.” He gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him, then came the click and sniff. You knew it was all over.  You sat up a little straighter reaching up to hold his wrist, looking up at him.

“M’sorry, Elvis, just got a little angry s’all.” You mumbled, rubbing his wrist with the pad of your thumb. Elvis chuckled at your pitiful attempt at an a apology.

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, mama. Brats don’t get their way.” He let go of your jaw, your neck still craned to look at him. “You wanna act like a brat, I can treat you like one, now what’s going to happen is you’re going to fucking listen, do you understand?” Elvis asked, his voice was dripping with lust and anger.

You nodded, “Yes sir.” He gripped your chin gently, smiling down at you.

“Good girl, now get on your knees.” You threw the sheets off of your legs, settling to your knees. Elvis moved to undo his belt buckle, you reached up in an attempt to help. “Put your hands down.” He growled. You dropped your hands to your side, he ripped the belt away from the loops, tugging down his pants. The outline of his cock was easily visible through his underwear. You balled your fist up at the side, opening your mouth, Elvis smirked down at you. “Look at you, such a good slut, already got your mouth open for me.” Elvis pulled his cock out allowing it to settle on your tongue, “Get it wet for me.” You wrapped your mouth around his cock, lowering your mouth along his shaft. Elvis tilted his back, “Atta girl.” You popped your mouth off of him, he laced his fingers through the back of your hair, pumping his cock a few times before forcing your mouth back on his cock. “Fucking suck it,  that’s it, you fucking like taking my cock like that Hm?” You looked up at him, tear pricking at the corner of your eyes. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly made you gag, Elvis bucked his hips up further at this feeling. “Maybe if I fuck this pretty little mouth you’ll learn some manners.” You moaned against his cock, gripping his legs, your nails digging into the side. You heard his breath hitch in his throat, “Jesus, fuck.” He held your head down on his cock, the feeling of his hot cum running down your throat made you dizzy.Elvis loosened his tight grip on your hair, “Open” he instructed pressing a thumb to your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to show that you had swallowed it, he smirked, gently rubbing your jaw, “Surprised you decided to listen.” He said, dropping his hand from your face. You adjusted your knees, “Can-“ he cut you off, “Did I say that you could talk, slut? No? Then I suggest you bite that pretty little tongue of yours.” He said. “Stand up, take your clothes off, I want you bent over the bed.” You nodded in agreement. He offered you a hand to help you to your feet. The feeling slowly returned to your feet, tugging down at your sleeping shorts, Elvis’s eyes landed on your lace panties, “You gotta matching set? Makes me think that you planned this.” He growled out slapping your ass. You jumped at the sharp feeling of his rings on the skin of your ass made you yelp. “Vocal now are we?” He asked, watching as you pulled off your shirt. You moved to unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side, then you tugged down your panties, leaning over the front of the bed. Elvis ran his hand over your ass, “Looking so good for me, practically dripping for me. You want me that bad, huh? You wanna be fucked like the little brat you are?” Elvis asked, moving his hands from your ass to your hips.

“Please, please fuck me.” You whimpered out, moving your hips back in an attempt to feel his cock perhaps even brush against you. You craved the feeling of his cock inside of you, you needed to feel him moving in and out of your tight cunt. Elvis tutted, laying one hand across your lower back, the other gripping at your hip. “You ready?” He asked, his tone had softened, you knew this wouldn’t last, you nodded quickly. “Need some words, pretty girl.” “Yes, please fuck me.” Elvis pushed himself into you earning a guttural moan from you, he chuckled in your ear. “We haven’t even started yet, already got you moaning.” You felt your face heat up, he slowly began to move in and out of you, each thrust was deep. Each thrust hit you right where you needed it, you pushed your hips back into him, Elvis pushed your hips down, slowly increasing his pace, you reached your hand down to your clit silently hoping that he wouldn’t see you. He picked your hips up to get a better angle of you. The pace of your fingers picked up, your pointer finger was teasing at your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure. Elvis saw what you were doing, he pulled out of you, “You really think you can just get away with that shit?” He grabbed your hand and held it behind your back, you whined out at the loss of contact. He slammed his cock deep into you. Letting out a gasp of air your face hit the bed again. “You just don’t fucking learn do you?” Elvis moved his hand to your other hip, pulling you back and forth on to his cock, “Your tight little pussy taking my cock so well? Making you feel so fucking good, isn’t it?” He growled into your ear.

Dizzying thoughts filled your head, if you could even call them that. Your mind was both filled to the brim with emotions and thoughts and completely void. “El-Elvis fuck, ha!” You felt your stomach tighten, “I’m right there, God!” Elvis felt you tighten around him. He pulled out swiftly, “Doesn’t work like that.” Elvis said, turning around so you were facing him, your mouth hung open. “Don’t look so shocked, brats don’t get their way. Move up.” You moved up the bed, Elvis hovered over you, taking your hands and pinning them above your head, he lined himself up with your entrance and began to slam into you, with his one free hand he ran it down your body. “Look at you, all fucked out over my cock.” He mumbled. He slammed deeper and harder into you with every thrust, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, you wrapped your legs around his waist, bucking your hips into him. Sweat dripped down his face and onto your chest, you knew he was close. His thrusts became more eradicate, you rolled your hips into his.

“Fuck me!” You moaned out, arching your back, you were right into edge, practically staring down at the sea of ecstasy, wanting so badly to fully submerge yourself into it. You closed your eyes, then Elvis pulled out. His hot cum painted white spurts across your stomach. You whined out. “Please, please make me cum!” Practically to the point of tears, you needed to cum.

Elvis pulled himself off of you, propped up on his knees he smiled down at you. “Need it that bad?” He chuckled, looking down as writhed against the sheets begging and pleading for his touch. He slipped two fingers into your cunt, curling them, his thumb toyed at your clit. You closed your eyes, allowing your hips to raise and lower at the feeling of his fingers inside of you. You grabbed his wrist, shoving his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Faster, please.” You breathed out, Elvis sped up his pace drastically, slamming his two fingers into you, your body writhing under his touch, strings of your moans and curses filling the empty house. He grabbed on of your breasts, playing with your nipple.

“Holy, ELVIS!” You stepped off the cliff, submerging yourself into the sea of ecstasy, the waves crashed over your body, your legs shaking, stomach contracting. You couldn’t form words, only sounds.

“Jesus, did so good for me.” Elvis mumbled pushing his fingers in one more time. You moaned at the feeling, your body still hypersensitive from the orgasm that had just rocked your body. He ran a hand through your hair, “Such a pretty girl.” Moments passed by, Elvis helped you to the restroom where he helped you wash, he ran the wash cloth over your skin, pressing gentle kisses to your skin. “My sweet girl.”

After the shower, Elvis wrapped you in a towel, pulling some clothes out of his closet for the two of you, a simple t-shirt and a pair of your panties and a shirt and cotton shorts for him. He helped you slip the clothes on, kissing your cheeks whenever your face emerged from the head hole of the shirt. “I love you.” You mumbled sleepily. He smiled, slipping on his own clothes.

“I love you too, let’s get you to bed, sleepy girl.” He guided you to the bed, grabbing the sheets and pulling them over your body, he walked over to the side of bed tugging the blanket up to your shoulders. “Goodnight, doll.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, moving to pick up the clothes the two of you had tossed so precariously across the room, placing them into the hamper. He walked over to his side of the bed, laying down and pulling you close to his chest, rubbing your back and pressing gentle kisses to your face. The two of you fell asleep in one another’s arms, the silence that once filled the house soon returned.

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The one where Lee seduced his sister's babysitter.

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A/N: This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @slothspaghettiwrites! You were the biggest reason I fell for Lee and it was only appropriate I wrote you this! I only hope it doesn't disappoint! Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog who helped me believe this was good enough to be posted! @sweeterthanthis also has a big hand at this!

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I was finishing packing up the toys in the living room when I heard the door slam, startling me into dropping the box of legos on the ground. Looking at the clock, I considered the time before looking back at the hall again. When no one appears from the hallway, I get confused. If the Hendersons hadn’t come home earlier than they intended, who else could it be?

“Waiting for me, bunny?” I immediately straightened out at the sight of Sheriff Bodecker, trying to resist the urge not to flush and keep eye contact, but ultimately failing to do so. I hadn’t seen him since the night he offered to give me a ride home and I ended up with his cock in my throat, his cum in my mouth.

“I-I didn’t even know you were coming.” Silence followed my confession as he slowly approached, eyes never leaving my body while I tried to keep myself up. He’d always had this effect on me. I remembered being a young girl and Sheriff Bodecker being the crush I knew was too old to be mine, the guy I’d never have even in a million years, but that didn’t stop me from daydreaming about him.

If I thought that maybe having him would help this infatuation disappear, it’d become clear by now that it wouldn’t be the case at all.

“And here I was, thinking you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.” The Sheriff tsked, and the sound went straight to my already dampened underwear. I couldn’t process his words very well, given how close he was and how loud my own heartbeat was ringing in my ears. Did he mean to say that he actually really wanted me?

“If that was really the case,” he taunted, circling me like I was some sort of prey. “You’d always be expecting me, wouldn’t you? But it’s alright, honey. You know why?” When I shook my head, he answered his own question, a single finger running down my jaw to guide me to look him in the eye. “Because I think you were expecting me. You’re always expecting me, looking for me wherever you go, just like I do. And there’s an easy way to prove my theory.”

Before I could question it, his arms embraced me from behind, hands slowly running down my stomach until they reached the edge of my skirt. I started sweating in anticipation. I knew what he would find.

“Let me check.” His fingers went over the fabric first, and he chuckled when he noticed how wet it was. “Would you look at that?” I was already trembling when he pulled my panties to the side and ran that same digit over my lower lips, just lightly grazing them. “Soaked already.”

Although I couldn’t see it, the humming sound he emitted after taking his fingers from under my dress didn’t leave me any doubt about what he did with the moisture he collected. Just the thought of him enjoying my taste that much had me weak in the knees, and I tried to keep myself up by reaching for a chair nearby.

Lee’s P.O.V.

I chuckled to myself at how sensitive she was, barely able to keep up with the little I’d done so far. Then again, it was clear I had a particularly strong effect on her. That had been obvious for a while, ever since she started working for my sister, probably - around the same age her womanly features began to stand out.

She seemed unable to look me directly in the eyes, always averting her gaze and biting her lower lip when I decided to stop around here for a coffee or check in on the little rugrat. I began doing this a lot more often after she was hired, but neither her nor my sister seemed to connect the dots.

Her innocence, her beauty just left me so fucking hard. I was hard right then, and I wanted her to know it. So I pressed my body against her back, lightly grinding my member against the curve of her ass.

“I suppose you’re finished for the day,” I speculated, knowing once the kid was out all she had to do was wait for my sister and her husband to arrive. “Guess I can help you unwind…”

She gasped when she felt my hardness, making me chuckle. “Your sister and her husband should be back soon…” She tried to reason, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“We’ll be quiet anyway. Can’t risk waking up the kid.” I gripped her wrist and pulled her on the direction of the guest bedroom, now fully unable to control myself. I was so close to having what I had wanted for so long.

She looked unsure of herself as I closed the door behind us, and I raised an eyebrow in a questioning look. “What’s wrong?” She shifted her weight from one foot to another, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt.

“I-I don’t know about this…” Chuckling, I approached her to cradle her face between my hands and deposit a kiss on those sweet lips.

“Don’t you trust me, pretty girl?” I had caught her now, we both knew it. She’d never risk disappointing or offending me, so when her mouth opened to explain herself and I raised an eyebrow in warning, it was only a matter of seconds until she closed it altogether and nodded, her eyes dropping to her feet.

“Yes, I do.” My smirk was full of victory, and I could taste it in my lips now. It was as sweet as the nectar between her legs I’d only had a taste of.

“There you go.” Approaching her once more, I settled my hands on her hips before leaning to kiss her shoulder. “Besides…” I continued, already bunching up her dress to get rid of it as quickly as possible. “You obviously need me to take care of you and this little wet hole.”

She bucked when my fingers rubbed her this time, dress already forgotten on the floor as I slowly shoved down the fabric of her underwear to join it. Once she was completely naked, I ran my digits over her cunt, verifying that her wetness was already so overwhelming that it was threatening to drip from her.

“So sweet.” I hummed once I wrapped my lips around those digits, tasting her on my tongue again. Yes, I was already obsessed. I think anyone who had the chance to try her nectar would understand my situation - but no one ever would.

She was mine now, and I would never let her go.

“C’mon, bunny.” Patting her ass, I directed her to the bed, chuckling at how embarrassed she seemed, being this exposed to my hungry gaze. “Be a good girl and spread your legs. Be my little angel, won’t you?”

I wished I could have done this somewhere more private - my own house, instead of my sister’s. But I just couldn’t wait anymore. My cock twitched inside my pants. I felt like I was drunk on this, drunk on her.

“C’mon, honey!” I repeated, lightly slapping the outside of her thigh. “I wanna fuck you. And I know you want to be mine, pretty girl. You can’t hide it from me.”

When she finally relented and slowly parted her beautiful legs for me, I nearly melted at the sight. Driven by my desire, I unbuckled my belt and worked to whip my cock out as quickly as possible, smirking at the wide, innocent eyes that settled on my member as I fisted it in preparation.

“Doesn’t it look good?” I teased, climbing on the bed to take my spot between her legs, rubbing the head of my dick against her slit. “I’m gonna have you taste it next time. But for now…”

Resting my forehead against hers, I slowly started to penetrate her tight pussy, slipping only the head at first, even though I was aching to fuck her throughly.

“This is gonna hurt a little,” I warned, not able to stop mid-way to let her adjust but keeping my invasion of her maidenhood slow until I had bottomed out inside of her. “Sh…” I tried to calm her, gently wiping away the few tears running down her soft cheeks. “I know it hurts, bunny. But you can take it, can’t you?”

She managed to nod despite her whimpers, and I brushed her tears away as I warned her, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey.”

It took a little while, but at last, she opened her eyes and I waited until she was able to focus them on me again. “You look so pretty, bunny…” I whispered, kissing her while I finally started to move inside of her, stopping only to moan out loud at her overwhelming tightness.

“I’m gonna train you until all you can think about is my cock,” I warned her, slowly pulling out until only the head of my cock was keeping her open.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Slamming my dick all the way in, I felt her nails running down my back, leaving trails of blood behind - trails I wouldn’t mind wearing under my shirt, sting as they might.

“I promise you, honey…” I panted, sweat already dripping from my forehead onto her pretty face. “You’re gonna miss me when I’m not inside of you.”

I kissed her cheek, rubbing my nose against it as she held me tightly against her. “I know you don’t want any of those boys you used to go to school with touching what I’ve already taken.”

She nodded quickly, my pretty little honey. Yes, she was mine already and she knew it. “It’s alright, pretty girl…” I soothed her as she started to whine, her cunt clenching deliciously around me. “It’s alright, cum with me…”

She closed her eyes when she met bliss, but I kept mine wide open so I wouldn’t miss her perfect expression of pleasure. It was almost enough to keep me hard, but I wasn’t as young as I once was.

I never pulled out of her tight heaven, keeping her body snuggled against me. I was happy that I decided to be patient, if it meant I now got to have her like this.

“I hope you know that you’re mine now, bunny.”

[milazka]

not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose. 

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her. 

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare. 

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins. 

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched. 

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget. 

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance. 

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious. 

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash. 

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt. 

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?” 

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm. 

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?” 

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well. 

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?” 

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.” 

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,” 

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine. 

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties. 

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds.  She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him. 

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him. 

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl. 

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?” 

“Uh no, should I have?” 

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?” 

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question. 

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye  before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.  

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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[fruitcoops]

Hi Eve! Just wondering if you could write a coops smut where one of them wears lingerie? You sort of explored the concept in the Valentines Day smut where Sirius wore thigh highs, but i was maybe thinking a fic where one of them wears a full set. Its all completely up to you!

How about both? Happy smutty Monday, folks! Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for smut, subspace/ subdrop

It was Friday, and Remus was learning the glory of stockings on hockey thighs.

It was Thursday, and he began to wonder how to repay his lovely fiancé.

It was Sunday, two weeks after Valentine’s Day, and between flashes of thunder outside and damn near howls of pleasure into their traumatized pillows, Remus was still thinking about the socks.

It was Tuesday, a bye week, and the last piece of his plan clicked into place as Sirius hefted him further over the countertop by the muscle of his thigh with one hand keeping his chest flush to the cool marble.

It was Wednesday, and Remus smiled to himself as Sirius snuggled closer in the darkness of a quiet night in. He ran an absentminded hand through inky curls, relishing the soft puffs of Sirius’ breath on the hollow of his throat while their legs remained comfortably tangled. You have no idea what’s coming, he thought, letting his lips linger on Sirius’ forehead. No idea at all.

It was Sunday, and Remus had spent two minutes hyping himself up in the bathroom mirror. The rustling from their bedroom had stopped long before. “Alright, you can do this,” he murmured, leaning his hands on the edge of the sink. “You look hot. This isn’t weird. He’s gonna lose his fucking mind.”

“Mon loup?”

Anxiety leaped in Remus’ stomach. “One second!” he called back through the closed door. He stared at himself for a moment longer, then sighed. It was a stupid idea—there was no way Sirius would want to see him in something as silly as this. He looked ridiculous, and it wasn’t even worth it; any clothing would be off in a heartbeat anyway. Sirius always preferred skin-to-skin contact.

The lacy edge of the garter belt itched the peak of his hip as he blew out a slow breath. Did Remus still dream about Sirius’ thigh highs over a month later? Yes. Did that guarantee Sirius would have a similar reaction to seeing him in actual lingerie? Not necessarily.

Remus liked guarantees. They were safe. Soothing. Unquestionable.

“Are you alright?” Sirius’ voice floated through the door on a wave of concern.

Fuck it. The bathroom lights caught the silver buckles. It’s now or never. “You can’t laugh, okay?” he warned, closing a hand around the knob.

“I won’t. I have a surprise for you, too.”

That bit of curiosity gave him that last push of courage he needed to open the door and step out of the safety of the bathroom. His pulse skyrocketed, though whether it was from the sudden feeling of absolute exposure or the sight of Sirius waiting on their bed in some sort of sheer, lacy top, Remus couldn’t tell. Sirius stared at him, lips slightly parted. Remus cleared his throat and spread his hands. “Surprise?”

“Oh.”

“You look—you look great,” he managed lamely. There were a million better words to describe the lavender fabric cascading over the planes of Sirius’ chest, but his brain had been replaced by the blush prickling up his neck and face. Going for the basic black garter belt and underwear suddenly seemed subpar instead of classically sexy.

Sirius shifted on his knees and reached for him. “Viens ici.”

“It—” Remus faltered. His chest and legs were bare, save for the satiny clasps holding the garters in place on his thighs. Sirius was just staring, like he couldn’t believe his eyes. It had been a long time since he felt self-conscious around Sirius; every bit of missed embarrassment flooded back at once as he sat on the foot of the bed. “I liked your socks on Valentine’s Day, and I figured—I dunno. This is the surprise, by the way.”

“C’mere.” Sirius’ eyes finally flickered up to his face without a trace of judgement.

“I’m here.”

“Here,” Sirius repeated, tugging him over to straddle his lap with an arm around Remus’ waist. He kissed him, soft and slow but undeniably wanting, before he leaned back. “You look so handsome, mon coeur.”

“Yeah?”

“Ouais.” And, god, if Remus didn’t love the way his voice curled around that word, turning it into a million perfectly lazy syllables.

He rolled the hem of Sirius’ top between his fingers and hummed against his mouth. “This is new.”

“You like it?”

“Mhmm.” It was hard to tear his eyes away from the shadow of muscle beneath the delicate fabric.

Mischief flickered over Sirius’ face. “It’s called a ‘babydoll’. Thought you might get a kick out of that.”

“Babydoll for my baby,” Remus teased, kissing his nose with a playful tug to the lace edges. Sirius’ gaze slipped back down to his lap—no, his legs—and his fingers toyed with the seam of the accompanying underwear. Remus placed a light kiss to the shell of his ear, watching every twitch of his hands. “What do you want?”

“To look at you.” There was nothing but honesty when Sirius glanced back to him. The intensity of it sent a spark up Remus’ spine; he had grown so used to Sirius’ general aura of focus that he had nearly forgotten what it felt like wholly directed on him.

“And…?”

“And nothing. Just to look.” Nervousness flickered across his fine features as he settled back against the headboard and pulled Remus with him. “Just for a minute, and then we can do whatever you—”

Remus silenced him with a kiss, bracketing his waist with his palms. The babydoll was like water under his touch, but Sirius was as solid as ever. “This is for you,” he said when they separated. “You can look for as long as you like.”

Except Sirius didn’t only want to look—he wanted to touch. That fact was made clear within seconds, when the hands smoothing up and down Remus’ thighs in rhythmic motions began dipping beneath the straps of his garter belt and sliding up to his narrow hips, then hooked around the backs of his bent knees. Sirius pressed one palm flat over his abs and Remus shivered, trailing his lips down his neck. He wasn’t aroused in the lightning-fast please please I need you now kind of way, but more of an I’m about to float into space if you don’t keep touching me like a treasure buzz.

“Re, honey,” Sirius murmured. It was only then that Remus realized most of his breaths were coming in short pants instead of kisses. The nickname was one of his favorites, reserved for the times when he was well and truly gone; it was more tender than mon coeur, and worlds more intimate than his own name or even sweetheart. He nipped the edge of Sirius’ jaw and felt him gasp.

Remus licked his lips as he pulled away just enough to speak. “D’you want me to take it off?”

“Never.”

He smiled. “It has to come off if you want to fuck me.”

“Deux pièces.” The arm around his lower back tightened as one hand came to rest on his ass, which was still fully covered by lace-lined black fabric. Remus had opted for the ‘boyshort’ choice, as it looked to be the most likely to prevent slippage.

That, and it had fewer strappy bits. The buckles were hard enough to figure out—adding an accidental wedgie into the mix seemed like a poor idea.

“Yeah, but the important piece can only come off if I take the fun one off first,” Remus explained, snapping one of the ties. Sirius stared at it for a long moment before blinking slowly.

“Are you sure?”

“Giving me puppy eyes isn’t going to flip this inside out, babes,” Remus laughed. “Two seconds.”

“But you’ll keep the fun part on, right?” Sirius slid down to lay next to him while he wrestled with the garter belt, hissing curses each time the buckles pinched his fingers. It was, quite possibly, the least sexy thing he had ever done. That did not seem to deter his fiancé—if anything, watching Remus struggle with black satin strips in the dark while laying flat on his back appeared to be the highlight of Sirius’ day.

The fog in his head cleared a bit as he worked his underwear down his thighs, being careful not to mess with the garters too much. It had taken him five full minutes to get the damn things on in the first place, and he wasn’t exactly in the mood to waste another five that could be spent in much more pleasurable ways. “The ‘fun part’—” Remus couldn’t spare a hand to do air quotes, but he hoped Sirius got the gist. “—is a lot more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Nope.”

He paused. “You’re not the one losing a fight to a few scraps of fabric.”

Sirius met his eyes, looking every inch the fallen angel with his hair splayed over the pillow and his lavender whatever-the-hell-glory pooling at his mid-chest. “Do you want me to take it off for you?”

“I thought you wanted the fun part to stay on.”

“Here.” Remus barely managed to kick the underwear off his ankles before Sirius shuffled over to lay between his thighs and attach his mouth just beneath the left garter.

“Oh, fuck me,” Remus huffed, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

“Gimme a minute,” Sirius said into his skin while he licked a stripe up to the first buckle and carefully pulled it down to hook into its proper place. Remus arched his back, only to be pushed down a moment later as Sirius electrified patches of skin he didn’t even know he had. Teeth slipped along the curve of his muscle and nibbled just above the back of his knee; Remus clenched his hands in the sheets with a shuddering inhale and tried his best to keep his wits about him.

By the time Sirius moved on to his other thigh, he was a goner. He could practically feel his pulse through his dick and the fog had returned with a vengeance, blurring the world at the edges while he let go of the tension in his back. How could he possibly be stressed when Sirius was saying such pretty things? The warmth of lips on his thighs disappeared and he stretched his arms above his head, relishing in his own contentment and Sirius’ light laugh. “You’re lovely,” he mumbled. Really, it was the only appropriate word for the occasion.

There was a rustling sound next to him, but Remus didn’t bother paying attention to what it was—Sirius’ weight all around him was more than enough to occupy—

“Oh.” His eyes flashed open as a lube-slick finger pushed into him to the first knuckle. “Oh.”

“Were you listening?” Sirius sounded faintly amused. Remus smiled lazily; he must have missed a joke (or a warning) somewhere in the tumble of words from that lovely pout. He rocked his hips onto Sirius’ finger, stretching one leg out as the other remained bent and tilted away. It was only kept in place by Sirius’ free hand, but even the idea of being held sent a tingling feeling all the way to his toes.

“How many?” Remus asked, looping his arms under Sirius’ to pull him closer. He needed warmth, and the smooth familiarity of Sirius’s chest against his own. He needed the encompassing feeling of being covered, which had yet to fade, no matter how much more muscle he gained.

Sirius smiled into the side of his neck. “Two.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. Are you still with me?”

“Sure.” The world zoomed back into 3D focus when Sirius’ fingers brushed his sweet spot and Remus gripped his shoulder blades with a hitch of breath—his free leg jerked inward at the sudden shift. “There. There, now.”

“I have other plans, sweetheart.”

“Now,” Remus insisted. He would give Sirius anything he wanted if it meant he could feel that thrill again. Their bedroom was dim, but the lights popping at the corners of his vision as Sirius closed a hand around his shaft and continued sliding two fingers into him were so very bright. Remus moved his hands down from Sirius’ shoulders to his hips, then lower to give him a hint. “Now?”

“I was going to do three—”

“Now,” Remus said, brooking no room for argument. He pushed Sirius’ chest until he rolled onto his back—bless the man for his quick thinking skills, because Remus’ new muscle still wasn’t enough to manhandle him properly—and settled himself into his previous position on Sirius’ lap.

A dark eyebrow arched, though his dilated pupils gave away Sirius’ true feelings. “Like this?”

“You said you wanted to look, didn’t you?” Thinking back, Remus couldn’t imagine how he could ever have been worried about this. He took a few deep breaths as he sank down, biting hard on his lip against the dizzy want prodding the edges of his mind. This needed to last. Sirius’ mouth was cherry red and wet when he glanced down, fully seated and feeling rather confident about the whole thing. “Then look.”

The first rock of his hips brought a whimper from plush lips and Remus grinned; he took Sirius’ hands and planted them on his thighs before bracing his own against the broad planes of his chest. Silky fabric parted under his palms and his smile widened into giddiness as he slid his hands beneath it to rest on warm skin. Sirius pushed the side of his face into the pillow with a huff of breath.

“No,” Remus panted as he continued to move, pulling Sirius’ chin back up. His hands were shaking when he cupped his face. “Look. L—look at me.”

Sirius’ brows pitched and his silver gaze flickered down to the garter belt; Remus let his head fall back as long fingers toyed with the straps, sometimes tugging gently, sometimes snapping fireworks through his legs. The power shift between them ebbed and flowed like the tide. He wanted a tsunami.

He worked the words around in his mouth for a moment, unsure of how to ask for what he wanted. One of Sirius’ hands traveled to his back and began moving in steady presses up and down his spine. “Fuck me,” Remus pleaded.

A synchronized roll of their hips made them both moan. “I am,” Sirius said breathlessly.

Remus licked his lips and made a valiant effort to get air back into his lungs. “Please.”

His expression must have made the message clear enough, because understanding rippled across the puzzlement on Sirius’ face in mere moments; with a firm squeeze, Remus’ hips stopped cold. Mistake, his brain thought immediately as Sirius’ dick rested directly on his prostate. Mistake, mistake, keep moving or you’re gonna—

“Remus.”

The whine that tore from his mouth would have been embarrassing if he had any self-conscious braincells left to spare. He bit his lip again, teetering on a knife’s edge while his thighs shook and his knees slid on the sheets.

“Deep breaths.”

One.

“One more for me.”

Two. He was wheezing slightly with the effort of keeping down his moans.

“Try again.”

A frustrated grumble built in his chest, but he obliged. Three. The air was warm and smelled like Sirius; it was intoxicating. His next breath was even deeper, and he let it fill him.

“Good job.”

Something in Remus perked its ears up and he managed a lopsided smile, blinking his eyes open to look down at Sirius. His face was still soft, but his eyes had a tarnished edge to them that sent a shiver down Remus’ spine and nearly undid all his hard work.

“Color?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Green.”

“Are you slipping?”

Slipping, slipped, gone for good, he thought. “Mhmm.”

Sirius laid him back down, catching himself from sliding out at the last second. Remus arched his back at the slow press in. “How do you want it?”

“I already told you twice,” he said, planting a kiss to Sirius’ upper lip. The warm touch around his thighs had not faltered yet. “Come on, Captain, you know what I want.”

Sirius positioned his legs to wrap around his waist and kissed him fully, stealing the breath from Remus’ body in one fell swoop as he began to move his hips again; the pace increased so steadily that Remus nearly lost himself in it. The lace of the garter belt no longer itched, but slid in a blissful rhythm instead. The bits of cold where the small buckles rubbed against his skin were a mind-melting contrast to the cocoon of warmth he sank into.

“M—” Remus didn’t even get the word out before Sirius gave him a hard thrust and pressed their tangled fingers further into the mattress. He muffled a shout into the dip of his shoulder and sucked a mark there between moans. “Oh, fuck, Sirius.”

His head was spinning with the mixture of sensations—he had been so focused on being full that he almost forgot about the hand still moving terribly slow along his shaft. One leg kicked out on its own accord and he twitched, one hip canting upward until Sirius held it back down without breaking stride. Remus’ breaths were little more than staccato moans; he knew bringing out Sirius’ dominant side was an easy switch to flip, but he hadn’t been expecting the change to be quite so sudden. Not that he was complaining, of course.

Sirius let go of his hand to drag his leg back up, fingertips digging in just below the garter as the new angle drew a desperate ‘holy shit’ from Remus and a squeak of protest from their bedsprings. He had forgotten how long it had been since Sirius truly railed his lights out—the tingling sensation racing through his thighs and up to his chest was a welcome companion.

And he began to laugh.

Breathless and practically hiccups, but a laugh all the same. He could see Sirius’ confusion in his mind’s eye despite the fact that he had given up on trying to keep his eyes open several thrusts prior. The movement slowed. “What?” Sirius asked. “What’s so funny?”

“I fucking love you,” Remus said between gasps.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I don’t know.” Something warm slid down his cheek. “It’s so good and I can’t—I don’t know. Keep moving, please, please.”

Sirius’ thumb swiped across his cheekbone and he picked up the pace again; Remus’ shocked laughter faded back into panting and babbling within a few seconds, but the pure elation didn’t slip until he felt his orgasm approaching and resorted to leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along the line of Sirius’ collarbone and neck. Sirius liked his mouth, liked feeling it on him, and Remus could tell that he was getting close by the heat building under his palms where he struggled to find a handhold.

“I l—I lo—I love you,” he managed, adding a love bite to his collection around a groan. They were both sweaty messes, but the salt on his lips was exactly what he wanted.

“I love you, too.” Sirius’ voice was just as labored as his own, buzzing against every pleasure center Remus had.

“I lo—” He broke off with a strangled shout as Sirius squeezed the sensitive part of his thigh at the same time as a thrust. There was nowhere for his mouth to go. He bit down hard on instinct.

Sirius hissed in pain and Remus immediately pulled away, feeling frantic and worried and awful. “Ow.”

“ ‘m sorry,” he said, still a little wild as he covered Sirius’ cheek in apologetic kisses and searched for a hand to hold. “ ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

“It’s okay,” Sirius assured him, soothing his hands as they skimmed across his body. “Just surprised me.”

“Didn’t mean to hurt you.” Horror tried to push in around the tangle of joy-want-need-more, but there simply wasn’t room. Remus settled for running his trembling fingers through Sirius’ hair and kissing him gently. He hoped it would be enough.

“You didn’t hurt me,” Sirius said against his lips, rubbing circles with his thumb in the crease of Remus’ hip and thigh. The whirlwind in his head calmed to tv static—the world tunneled to them and their bed. Remus buried his face in Sirius’ neck and slid deep under.

He registered the pressure of Sirius’ hands and the feeling of his own throat pouring out nonsense; he felt his muscles clench and the slide of satin on sweaty skin before balling his fists so tight in Sirius’ babydoll top that it nearly tore. He heard his own breaths become shallow, knew it was Sirius’ hand running along the crown of his dick, and finally, finally shuddered apart with a hitching whine.

“Re, honey.”

Remus sighed through his nose and held him close. He was beyond comfortable, if not a little sticky. Again, his body suggested.

No, his brain answered immediately.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

“I can’t,” Remus slurred.

Lips pressed against the corner of his mouth. “What can’t you do?”

“Go again.”

He felt laughter from the weight above him—Sirius, his brain supplied with a happy fizz down his back—and let his legs be pulled back down to the mattress. “Yeah, not a chance.”

The warmth inside him slipped away and he winced. “Put it back.”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Cause we’re definitely done.” The laughter returned, bright as a summer day, and he rubbed his face in the hollow of angular collarbones where the vibration was strongest. “How are you feeling?”

“Noodle.”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

Remus closed his eyes and stifled a yawn; the world could wait until he was done with his nap.

“Hey.” Someone tapped his hip and he frowned. “No falling asleep yet.”

“I’m tired.”

“I know, but we need water and a shower.”

Remus squirmed around until he could fix Sirius with a look. “Can’t stand up.”

“You hate sleeping while you’re sweaty.”

Fair point. Remus became suddenly and harshly aware of how sticky he was and pulled a face, flexing his fingers on Sirius’ back. The high was softening; he felt more settled in himself already. He nudged Sirius until he laid down, then curled into his ribs with an arm and a leg slung over his body. The aftershocks raced in pops of lightning down his legs. “Teddy bear.”

“Hmm?”

“Teddy bear,” he repeated. “ ’s all you are, at the end of the day. I love it. I love you.”

Sirius pulled him closer and kissed his temple. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” He stretched all four limbs and felt his elbow pop, then relaxed. “Much better. Alright, I need to get this thing off.”

If trying to put the garter belt on had been difficult, it was nothing compared to forcing his unsteady and sweat-slick fingers to get it off. “Do you need some help?” Sirius asked, amused.

“No.”

He struggled for a moment longer, spoiling the sweetness of the drop with frustration, before Sirius’ hands replaced his own and carefully untied each strap so he could get it off properly. “There you go.”

Remus kicked it to the floor and glared balefully at it. “I love you, but I’m never wearing that again.”

“Never?”

“Maybe one more time,” he conceded. The confidence boost had been dizzying. “As long as you keep this.”

Sirius looked down at where Remus’ fingers were tugging with the hem of his slip. “I really like it, too.”

“The color’s nice.”

“C’mere.” Sirius wrapped his other arm around Remus’ shoulders and drew him in for a snuggle, rubbing his back with one hand. “Let me know when I can get us some water, okay?”

“You can go, if you need to.”

“Really?”

He hesitated, then moved his head to rest above Sirius’ heartbeat. “No.”

“D’accord.” Sirius kissed his forehead again.

Remus lasted three minutes before he couldn’t stand the tacky feeling of the lube any longer, but those three minutes were the coziest he could remember. Sirius was warm and traced patterns over his bare skin; his soft lips decorated Remus’ face, simultaneously lulling him and keeping him from falling asleep. With a sigh, he detached his arms. “Okay.”

“I’ll be right back,” Sirius promised. The room was darker without him—the bed stayed warm. Remus scooted over into the indent he left and basked in the memory, cataloguing his aches. Abs? Sore. Arms? Still good. Thighs? A bit chafed from lace, but alright. Neck? Scattered with love bites he couldn’t recall receiving, though that was a fairly common occurrence.

“That was quick,” he mumbled when the other side of the mattress dipped.

Sirius shrugged. The babydoll shift was tragically absent. “The usual two minutes, actually.”

“Must have zoned out,” he hummed, leaning into the cool washcloth on his face. A few tears always slipped out when they dipped into rougher territory, though he never felt sad. It was just…overwhelming, in the best way.

Sirius cleaned his thighs with the same careful touch as his face before handing him a cup of water. “Are you hungry?”

“Nope.” Remus downed the glass in two gulps and opened his arms. “Bedtime.”

“No pajamas?” Sirius asked with a laugh, though he obliged and let Remus laminate himself to his side.

“Unnecessary.”

“No shower?”

His instinctive response was god no, cuddles take precedence and I’m dead on my feet, but a shower did sound nice. Sirius washing his hair, scrubbing the last bits of shakiness and his drop away, going to bed clean…

“Alright,” he agreed grudgingly. “We’re probably going to need to change the sheets, too.”

“That can wait until we’re done.” And before he could even attempt to stand on his own, Sirius gathered him into his arms and hoisted him off the bed. If he wasn’t afraid he’d fall flat on his face without help, Remus would have protested. “Mon dieu, I forgot how muscly you are now.”

“Says the man who can’t stop ogling me whenever I take my shirt off,” Remus teased, then frowned when he saw the purpling bruise on Sirius’ neck. “Holy shit, my dentist could identify me with that thing. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Sirius paused in the bathroom doorway and kissed him hard, stirring the last dregs of arousal in Remus’ gut. “You have blanket permission to do that whenever you like.”

Remus gaped at him, speechless. “Well, that’s not fair,” he managed. “I’m tired.”

“Not a bad way to spend a Sunday night,” Sirius mused. His sneaky squeeze of Remus’ ass did not go unnoticed. “In my personal opinion, of course.”

“Of course,” Remus said drily. Maybe a shower wasn’t the worst idea after all. His knees weren’t nearly sore enough yet.

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<3 summary: you didn’t know you were failing that badly for him to make you stay back. but you weren’t complaining when he brought you to his office and locked the door.

<3 word count: 3.5k

<3 warnings: nsfw, swearing, soft levi and fluff at then end cause we love soft levi in this house.

<3 nsfw warnings: age gap(reader is of age), degradation, spanking, hair pulling, male oral reciving.

<3 note: this was requested by @jahanaraaaa and i just had to write it straight away cause it sent me into my monthly levi brianrot. tysm for the request & wait my dear i loved it so so much.<//3 but if you enjoyed please like n’ reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!

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The noise of his expensive dress shoes clicking as he moved across and black the laminate floor and his deep monotone voice was slowly putting you and others to sleep. But you had to fight it because you didn’t fancy getting an earful from your professor Mr. Ackerman. Well maybe you would, it’s no lie he’s extremely attractive and you’ve always had an attraction to men older than you. His bare ring finger gave you evidence that he probably wasn’t seeing anyone so it didn’t make you feel guilty about your not so little crush on the man.

“that’s it for today then, and don’t forget the assignment this time. Looking at you yeager.” His deep voice shook you from your daydream and the class was already over. ‘perfect this was the last one! Get me to be-’ “(y/n) stay back, I need a word”. Huh? Did he notice you falling in and out of sleep? we’re you failing his class? Well probably he always gave such difficult class test every week. But was it bad enough for him to make you stay behind?

Packing up your things you made your way down the small steps to where he leant against his wood desk. “you wanted to talk to me sir?”. You spoke with you arms folded, quite frankly annoyed he ruined your plans to sleep for the rest of the day- but also intrigued in what he wanted. you lifted your gaze from checking the time on your phone to his face when you didn’t get an answer. The action was a mistake because you were met with his steel silver eyes looking back at you and the sleeves of his dress shirt straining against his biceps and across his chest made him look irresistible. Shit he definitely saw you staring earlier, shit shit sh- “come with me.” He suddenly spoke up and pushed himself off his desk to walk in-front of you and towards the door at the side of the room. Quickly you followed his long strides, Not knowing where you were going but in the moment you didn’t really care.

Finally he stopped in-front of a door and unlocked it before stepping aside to let you in. walking to one of the two seats sitting before the large wooden desk you sat one one of them and waiting for him to take his place behind the desk. Hearing the click of the lock made you jump slightly and turn around to see him making his way to you with one hand in his pocket. “don’t look so excited, just having a little chat is all.” Fuck is it that noticeable? Well with the way you’re rubbing your thighs together, how your skirt riding up slightly and you don’t move to fix it, it definitely is. “so then, any idea why I went to the trouble of taking my free time to bring you here?”. Why is he acting like you asked for this? “I dunno Mr. Ackerman, maybe is it that you just love chatting to me?.” You could physically see his eyebrow twitch, moving to place his elbow on the arm of the chair and rest his face against his palm he sighed quiet loudly. “maybe I should’ve payed more attention to that attitude of yours”. You bring a hand to your chest and put on your best fake ‘what? Me?’ face. “me? Have an attitude? you’ve got the wrong student i’m afraid, i’ve always been the teachers pet i’ll have you know”.

You swore he was trying to stare right through you with how intense his gaze was. Sighing again he used his foot to slightly sway is leather chair. “listen (y/n) only reason i’m on your ass with the grades is cause Principal Smith is one mine about them.” Scoffing slightly you look off to the side for a moment before looking back at him. “why does he of all people care about my grades out of everyone in this place.” Not wating a second after you finished your sentence he butted in: “cause you used to be a top student only a month ago, now all of a sudden they’re coming out your ass. Care to let me know why?” “Dunno, a girl has priorities and frankly my grades aren’t one of them.” You huffed and crossed your arms back over your chest and pushing up your tits slightly. It was quick, but you seen his eyes flick down to your chest and back up.

“listen (y/n) i wanna go home just as much as you do and i’m not in the mood, so how ‘bout you just try harder when the next test comes around and i’ll try my best to give you the highest I can ‘kay?”. He truly did all seem concerned and all the times you’d fall asleep in his class, cheat on his tests or just not turn in assignments started coming to you along with the guilt of it all. But that doesn’t mean you’re gonna stop your little cat and mouse game. “i’m gonna need a bit more convincing than that sir, it’s easier said than done y’know.” Raising an eyebrow at your comment his adam’s apple bobs in his throat and he fixes his suddenly tight collar. “what do you mean convincing?, what do you have in mind?.” He questions, moving the chair to face it in your direction. Spreading his legs, leaning back and bringing one hand to run it through his black hair.

“oh professor! That sounds so, so scandalous! Didn’t think you were the type.” You seen slight snarl on his face before he turned to look at the bookshelf to his left. “tch, shut it brat, you hinted at it. And don’t think i don’t see the way you stare all class long.” He smirks at the end of his sentence, watching your eyes widened before you send him back your own quirk up of your lips. “oooh? You finally noticed huh? Gahhh it took you long enough.” Waving a hand around and turning your face to the side. “Get over here now.” “Hmm? What was tha-” “I said, get the fuck over now.”

The way his voice went down on octave and his stern gaze had you getting up and walking over to him like an obedient dog to its owner. Now standing between his spread legs your hands went to run across his shoulders and chest without you even thinking. They got lower and lower until they tugged at his belt. He took your two wrists into one and pulled you into his frame. “get down.” The short, but demanding command brought a quiet whimper from your mouth and had him chuckling in your face. Lowering down to sit on your knees , resting your hands on his strong thighs. You looked up to see him looking straight back, he always looked intimidating-but from this angle, it felt like he was burning holes through you. “hurry it up ‘teacher’s pet’” his deep voice, with a mocking sultry tone at the end, went straight to in between your legs, making you turn to hide your face. He bucked his knee up slightly to get your attention and silently tell you to actually hurry.

Rubbing up and down his thighs a few times, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch. The sight of his strained bulge in his slacks had you reaching for his belt, pulling it out through the loops and down onto the ground by your sore knees. His zipper and button came undone with ease along with you pulling down his trousers to his mid thigh, just enough to pull his cock from its tight confinement. He hissed slightly at the brisk air and your soft hand wrapped around him so suddenly. Humming at his reaction you didn’t waste another second and let a drop of spit fall onto the tip, waiting for it to meet your fist before setting his cock with the salvia. You saw his grip on the arm of the chair get tighter, so putting him out of his misery, you took him into your mouth and pushed your head down as far as you could before your gag reflex stopped you. “jesus (y/n), fuck do it again.” His scary n’ intimidating resolve crumbling right in front of you just made you want to see the other side of your professor even more. doing as he told you, you pulled back for a short second before bringing his cock back in and down your throat, holding it for as long as you could. The groan he let out sounded like an angel was above you, making your eyes roll back, throat tightening around him. Anyone would notice how hard he’s holding back from nestling his hands in your hair and fucking up into your mouth, and you did.Wanting to feel him grip your hair, you took his hands from the arms of the chair and placed them on the back of your head. He didn’t wait for you to get used to the feeling of them in your hair before he planted his feet down and used your throat as his own personal fleshlight. “that’s it bitch, suck my fucking cock, choke on it, there you go.” he took one hand from the back of your head and pinched your nose, cutting of your breathing and stilling his cock in the back of your throat, not listening to the hits you were giving his thighs.

All that could be heard in the spacious room was the wet gagging of your throat and his strangled grunts. Waiting and waiting for him to warn you he was about to cum- but it never came, all that did was your head roughly getting ripped from his cock. Once you could breathe probably you started coughing from the lack of air going into your lungs. “a-are you. You okay?” he asked with a bit of concern in his voice that made your chest swell. Giving him a small nod he hummed and lifted you to straddle him. “go ahead and strip for me” growing more impatient for the need for him inside you, you got straight to ridding your body of it’s clothes. Just being left in your panties, Levi looked down to see the soft pink lace with a small bow on the front grinding over his aching hard on. “please sir, can you fuck me now.” That name, that name is what did it for him. He brought his larger hands to the flesh of your ass and ripped the panties from the back and threw them to the floor.

The man didn’t even give you time to react before he lifted you slightly and pushed himself inside your tight heat. You weren’t going to lie- he was definitely bigger than you thought, especially for a man of his height. His bruising grip on your waist and the feel of sinking down on his cock had you whimpering and reaching for his broad shoulders. “s-sir more need more.” His strong chest shook with the deep chuckle he responded with. “a bit greedy don’t we think?” “don’t care, want you sir plea-ah!” he cut off your begging with a harsh slap to your ass and thrusted his hips up to meet yours. It all came at once and you feel into his chest panting. “c’mon brat, do the rest yourself since you want it so badly.” His demanding and teasing tone returned as he leaned back to watch you.

Lifting your knees up as much as you could till just the tip remained in you, and then you slammed back down onto his thighs. The action ripped moans from both of you in sync and had you repeating the cycle for another while. Levi thinks to himself for a short second, ‘what is he doing, why is he doing this?’ but you loud moan shook him from the thoughts and threw them out the window. The mix of the leather rubbing against your knees and the sweat on your skin started to make it harder for you to bounce desperately on his cock.

As if he could sense what your thinking, he reached around and under to rest his hands on the underside of your ass and stood up, holding you in his strong arms. He made it look effortless, how he could hold you up and walk to the wall behind his desk. “S-sir fuck wait”. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted to feel more of you, feel you cum around him and feel you squirm when he fills you up. “you didn’t wanna wait earlier did you? Didn’t wait a second when you had the- fuuck- chance did you? Just a fucking whore for me that’s all you are. A hole for me to use” His words were laced with venom, spat right into your ear by his mouth along with the stinging slap to your ass. Desperate to feel more of him, you dig your fingers into his shoulders, the skin hidden my his baby blue dress shirt as he lifted you up and back down with the brute strength of his arms.

Levi couldn’t hold it back much longer he needed to see you a shaking dumb little mess for him. He hoisted you so he could turn around and place you on the edge of the desk. You wanted to finally get a good look at the man that was giving you the pleasure you waited so long for, leant back on your forearms you could finally see Levi Ackerman in all his glory. The light from the two windows behind him shone in rays through the blinds and bouched off the exposed skin of his chest where he unbuttoned his shirt, the light flush to his cheeks and the jet black hair sticking to his forehead. It all made him look angelic before you, and you just couldn’t peel your eyes off him. He noticed the slight trance you were in and gave a particularly hard thrust that kissed at your cervix. It straight away snapped you out of the gaze and threw your head back with a loud moan. “fuck sir please don’t sto- hah! Wanna cum on y’ cock please please” moans spilled from you in tangent with his hips meeting your own. “such dirty fuckin’ words for a teachers pet hm? Should teach you some manners next time. But go ahead you wanna, hnngh, cum that badly do it for me darlin’”. There was too much for your fucked out brain to dissolve in the one sentence. Next time? Did he want to do this again? Did he mean to call you that name?. you didn’t care- you didn’t in the moment, all that matters was making him get you to the edge then watch him crumble himself. “yes sir m’gonna cum for you h-hard fuck fuck ahh m’ cummin oh my go- Levi!”

You didn’t mean to call him that, you really didn’t, it just slipped out in the midst of your orgasm ripping through you in waves. But he definitely didn’t miss it, his rhythm faltered for a short second but he seen you were still riding your high so he brushed it aside to keep you seeing stars, and trying to get there himself. “shit (y/n) that’s it, fuck you look- feel so good think i’m close” he grunted, watching you fall apart under him. He needed to feel deeper inside you. Grabbing your ankles from his waist, he brought them to his shoulders and kept up his erratic pace.

You had only come down and he still hadn’t let up. It was starting to tether on the edge of pain and pleasure and you didn’t know how long you could keep going. “No, no Le-sir please I cant can’t anymore fuck!” the moan he let slip out had him turning to hide his face in your calf. “shhh just- jesus christ, a bit longer ‘kay m’ nearly there baby you gonna take it all when I fill you up like the cumdump you are.” He struggled to get the sentence out, biting back more moans. You whimpered at the way the pet name fell from his lips like velvet.

“Sir I think i’m go-”, “‘s not my name princess” you peeked your head from his previous place behind your arm to see his stern stare had returned. “L-Levi..” you said quietly in case you were wrong. “fuck, there we go, now say it again”. His voice had gone deeper and the crease of his eyebrow told you that he was about to follow in your footsteps and reach his high. “Levi I think im, think i’m gonna cum again, please don’t stop it’s so good!” he hoped you were right there behind him cause he was himself. “fuck fuck (y/n) cum with me now, fucking cum you greedy little slut.” Flipping you over, he brought a hand to your hair and pulled you up to level with his face, making your back arch in a painful way. “I mean it bitch, be a good girl n’ cum nice n’ hard for your professor while he fills you with his cum.” He pushed your head back down onto the desk with force and brought his free hand to clap on your ass one, two and three times before gripping the tender flesh in his hand, using it as leverage to pound into your clenching cunt. Too much, it was all too much and for the second time you came, gushing around his cock. But this time it came gushing out of you and splashed onto his exposed stomach.”holy shit that’s it you fuckin slut!”. He brought three of his fingers down to dance across your clit and help you ride it out as his hips jerked against yours, his balls tightening and emptying the white spurts to paint your walls.

When you both were well spent he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your twitching pussy. He softly laughed when he used two fingers to push it back in you, seeing you wince as he did. Your whole body was sore and, frankly you don’t think you could move any part of it. Voicing your distress to him, it was like he snapped out of the mean, demanding character and flipped a switch to a caring side you’ve never seen. “here ill help” he brought his arm to under your knees and behind your back to lift and sit you on his chair behind him. “I have some tissue and wipes here for you if you need them, do you.. do you want me to help you get cleaned up?” not having the energy to answer him, you just nodded your head and let him crouch down and wipe away the mixed fluids from your body as gently as he could.

“listen (y/n), do-” “i’m not gonna tell anyone don’t worry, besides why would i? wouldn’t benefit me if did anyway.why? you ashamed we did this?” he looked up at you with wide eyes and took your hand in his. “no, no of course not. I just, just don’t want it getting around. could lose my job y’ know.” He whispered the last part quietly. “yeah I know, but i’m not ashamed or anything either, just so you know.” For the first time, in what you think is probably forever, he smiles softly and looks down at you playing with his fingers. “that’s good to know, and when i said next time, it wasn’t just in the moment, just so you know.” You both laughed at him mocking your words. “your not as scary as you seem Mr. Ackerman” looking and laughing up once again he hid his wide smile behind his hand. “is that so? Well thank you Ms. (L/n).”

you were going to laugh back a retort but just watching his soft, plump lips dance as he spoke and still in a smirk had you moving before you could think and slotted your lips onto his. Shocked, he didn’t react at you falling onto the floor beside him, but after a second he registered what was going on and moved one hand to the back of your head, the other to your bare waist and moved his lips against yours. Pulling away for a breath of air, he looked into the irises of your eyes and spoke up: “you don’t have to say yes of course, but if you’d like, i’d love to bring you to dinner sometime. not just as a professor and student shit, just as two people wanting to get to know each other”. Now it was your turn to freeze up and not know how to react. Going through the current scenario in your head, weighing between the options, you wondered what to say to the awaiting man before you. “I u-um.. i’d love to si- Levi” the way his name slipped from your tongue like honey made him flush and sheepishly look away for a short while. “well then I guess I could find some free time for you.” “yes, i’ll have to find time in my oh so busy schedule aswell Sir”. Both of you fell into a comfortable fit of laughter again in each other’s embrace.

The scene looked rather comical really. You-bare naked- and your-half bare- college professor laughing on the floor of his office, while talking about planning dates. Who would’ve thought failing grades would get you here?.

-End <3 part two? 😳

[djarrex]

Yes! I would love to read the Kix taking care of his girl on her period! Mine is kicking my ass this month. Sounds wonderful!

BLESS you, and the few others who hopped in on this <3 ( x )

Part 2

Let me start off by promoting menstrual cups for a hot second because I love mine and I will never go back to anything else. I bring that up because the reader uses a menstrual cup - you’ll see mentions of it a couple times throughout. There’s also a mention of it smelling sweet, lacking the smell of blood that one would normally associate with periods - this is a total personal observation BUT I have heard of other women say the same thing about the smell; it smells of you, not blood - womanly essence, if that makes sense. Idk, maybe if you also use a menstrual cup then you get what I’m trying to say? Sorry to be talking about menstrual cups so much LMAO I’m just passionate.

Warnings: oral (f receiving), no-no words, a hint of self-degradation and self-consciousness (because periods can do that to even the best of us), mentions of blood, but like, there is none

18+ under the cut for all my Kix lovin’ cycle sisters out there (and everyone else!)

Oh, Kix. Sweet, caring, sensual Kix.

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"Let me take care of you, darling. "

“But... it’s gross. I don’t even like going near that area during this time a month and I definitely don’t want you to.”

“Gross?” He almost sounds... offended - flabbergasted. “It’s a part of life, beautiful. It’s what makes you amazing, a warrior in your own way. Nothing about you could gross me out. You know of some of the things I’ve seen, darling, and you could never come close to any of it.”

“Are- are you sure, Kix?”

“You have that little cup thing in, right?” He asks as he lowers himself to his knees to be eye level with your waist, hooking his thumbs inside the band of your comfy pants - waiting. You nod, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you peer down at him with hesitant eyes. His own eyes are glowing, radiating with adoration as a smile stretches along his perfect lips. 

“Nothing about you could gross me out.”

Fuck, you adore him.

Even if he’s wrong. 

With a victorious hum, he yanks your stretchy bottoms down in one swift motion. Kix stands upright, tugging on the hem of your top before lifting it over your head, your arms raising to the ceiling to facilitate the process. You’re nearly bare - all that’s left is your stained, worn bra and loose cotton underwear. Nothing about you today looks or feels sexy, yet Kix stares at you like you’re holding the stars themselves within your swollen hands.

“Lay down, darling. Won’t you let me take care of you?” You can’t help but smile at the man before you, his soft but deep voice making your heart pound and pussy throb simultaneously. You lay back, respectfully doing as your told. As soon as your back hits the sheets he’s on you, his warm body looming over your bloated form as his lips find a temporary home against your clavicle. You’re already so sensitive, so aroused just from the faintest of touches. You groan as Kix licks and kisses his way across the expanse of whatever skin is available to him on your chest - he stops when all that’s left to be mouthed is still hiding underneath your bra.

“They’re a little sore,” you confess with a furrowed brow. Kix’s eyes meet yours, and you somehow know exactly what he wants to do to help.

“I’ll massage them for you,” his voice is full of sincerity and care as his eyes meet yours. You nod, lifting your top half up off the sheets for a moment so he can reach around and unclasp your bra. Your breasts swing free, and Kix’s hands are instantly but gingerly grasping at them, softly kneading the orbs of combined fat and tissue with expert hands. Kix’s objective is to make you feel good, both in forgetting your body’s reactions to your monthly, and in pleasure. While he continues to knead at your sensitive breasts, his mouth is back on you, nipping at the plushier parts of your flesh around your bust and torso. Your pussy is throbbing, a fire igniting deep within your gut - even pushing aside the cramping - screaming for more. 

“K...ix,” you manage his name mid-moan, his eyes flickering back up to yours through his dark lashes - mouth still attached to the flushed skin below your breast. “More... please,” you whine, your back arching off the bed and pushing yourself into his mouth - hungry. With a final nip to the skin lining your ribs, Kix’s head lifts up and offers you a half smile.

“You’ll let me take care of you, darling? Even though you so wrongfully think that I’ll be grossed out?” There’s a hint of teasing in his gravelly voice, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to feed the growing ache between your legs.

“You trust me, don’t you?” Kix lowers himself towards the foot of the bed, resting his cheek on the meat of your thigh while staring up at you with pleading eyes. Of course you do, and he knows that. You whimper at him, nodding your head as his finger teases along the thin skin around your underwear - featherlight. “I promise, it’ll feel good,” he murmurs with his lips pressed to your skin, trailing kisses from your knee up to your hip bone. “I’ll make you forget that you’re on your period, darling.”

Kix softly tugs your underwear down, tossing the garment over his shoulder to be found later. You feel so bleh - bloated, sensitive, sore - yet you’re on fire. Kix takes a moment to rove his eyes over your body, making you shudder under his gaze. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling. Even when you think you aren’t.” 

You love him you love him you love him.

Only seconds later Kix’s face in between your legs, kissing your mound before moving to press his lips against your folds. You feel totally embarrassed, hoping you don’t stink or taste like blood, but Kix is adamant about doing this for you, or for himself, it doesn’t matter. What if you ruin what you and Kix have if he comes up disgusted by your vagina with the way is is right now? What if-

Nope, you can’t finish that thought because he’s in the middle of licking a slow, long stripe from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the hood of your clit with a flattened tongue. Kix repeats the motion a few more times, groaning into you with every pass of his tongue, sending euphoric vibrations straight into your core. He runs his tongue around the entrance of your burning hole, easing the muscle just a little bit beyond the entrance - making you see stars. Kix can’t actually stick anything inside of you, not his tongue nor his fingers, and most definitely not his cock unless you removed the silicone cup from your canal - and there was no fucking way in hell you’d do that, especially not on day two. Besides, he’s doing quite the fine job at making you come apart with the way he’s sucking, licking, and nipping at everything that is good. 

“Fuck, Kix...” He’s got your clit trapped between his lips, his tongue flicking at it from inside his warm mouth. You’re close, you can feel that fire move throughout your body, inching further and further into your climax with every quick motion of his tongue. 

Then his hands return to your breasts, squeezing gently while meeting your eyes from where he’s buried between your legs. The thread within you snaps when you lock eyes with his lust-filled golden ones; his hands grabbing at your breasts, his mouth latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, and the heavy groan he emits while your clit is still sucked into his mouth all contribute to the intense orgasm that steadily rocks through your body. You convulse with a silent cry, your thighs threatening to close around his head as he drags his tongue up and down your slit, catching your release with hums of approval.  

“KixKixKixKix-” you cry out his name in rapid-fire, shooting your hand down to tug at his growing hair - trying to push him away from you. “Too... much,” you whine, bucking your hips in an attempt to knock him off of you. With a lewd pop, he finally removes his mouth from your oversensitive cunt, but not before breathing in deeply through his nose while still buried between your legs.

“Kix!” you squeal at him, embarrassment flooding your body as he moves up to kiss at your throat. “What-”

“You smell so damn good, darling. Like the sweetest, most rare fruit in the galaxy. You taste like it, too.” Your cheeks are hot, eyes wide as he chuckles against your skin.

“So, it doesn’t...?” 

You don’t need to elaborate on your question before Kix answers it with honesty.

“No, darling. No taste or smell of blood. Quite the opposite, actually. You are absolutely delectable. Maybe when you get more comfortable, I’d love to fuck you like this, if you’re ever up for it.”

“But the... the blood...”

“I’ve heard it makes quite the pleasurable experience for both parties involved. But like I said, only when you’re comfortable. Until then, I’d be more than happy to devour you every chance you give me, darling.”

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