#no plot just vibes

[jaebeomsbitch]

The Princess and Eggplant (E.M.)

Summary: Your boyfriend happens to be a foot taller than you...or Eddie is afraid to stick it all the way in, afraid to hurt you

Warnings: Minors DNI, size kink, pure smut

Pairings: Boyfriend!Eddie x Girlfriend!Reader

A/N: watching Sex and the City and couldn’t stop thinking about the size difference between Carrie and Aidan. As a 5'1 they/them I'm drooling. Literally finished this a while ago but couldn't find a good gif, I'm gonna start making my own banners

Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.

You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.

“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.

“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.

“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.

Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out. 

His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips. 

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines. 

“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head. 

“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite. 

“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut. 

“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more. 

It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down. 

You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock. 

“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully. 

“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time. 

“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum. 

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further. 

“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck. 

He chuckles,”probably not.”

“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip. 

“Not what you were yelling two seconds ago” he murmurs against your lips. That’s dimpled grin on his face as he presses for a kiss and another and another.  

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[simphornies]

A/N: A quick little one-shot for Valentine's!

Word count: 1.3k (1,394)

Warnings: implied sex at the end, that's about it I think.

Valentines Special [ Vox x Reader x Alastor ]

You woke up to the sounds of loud whispering and thumping inside of your dark room. You squint and reach for the remote for your lights. But it wasn’t shere it usually was so you blindly walked around your room with your hands out. After hitting yourself a couple of times on your furniture, you opened your door to let light in.

Your eyes adjusted to the light and as soon as they did there was a big sign on the wall in front of your door that said ‘HAPPY FUCKING VALENTINE’S DAY’ decorated with flowers.

“Oh fuck it’s—”

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY, MY DEAREST.” Vox exclaimed excitedly.

You groaned in response, “Vox I just woke up.” You rubbed the sleepiness out of your eyes. He grabs your hand and leads you to your bathroom. To your surprise it was covered with petals. The bathtub was ready for you, steaming. “Aw. Vox…”

“Go go. Get ready.” He grinned, proudly gesturing to the tub with both arms out, “The day we have planned for you is amazing!”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss, “Thanks, babe. I’ll be right out.”

“Take your time. Meet us in the lobby.” His screen lit up with hearts and left you to have a relaxing bath.

.

As soon as you walk out of the bathroom in your robe, you see Alastor waiting for you by your bed. Beside him were a set of clothes. He looked over to you with his signature grin. His ears flicked with delight upon seeing you, “Hello darling! Please please. Pick your poison.” He points to the three sets of outfits.

One was picked by Alastor, another picked by Vox. It was obvious from the color schemes. The third outfit caught your eye. It was a nice blend of both of their colors. A purple outfit adorned with hearts, the stitches were blue on one side and red on the other. It was the obvious choice for the two to not fight for “who you picked” for the day.

You picked it up and the others instantly disappeared as soon as Alastor snapped his fingers. “Wonderful choice! I’ll leave you to change, my doe.” Before leaving he gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek.

When he opened the door you saw Vox standing outside, basically shaking in excitement. “I can stay and watch you cha—” The door shut behind Alastor. “—nge if you want me to, dollface.” He finished. You heard a thunk soon after.

You laughed at their antics and proceeded to get into the outfit of choice. If your constant presence around the two overlords proved enough evidence of your relationship with them, this outfit definitely does. You managed your hair into a braid and went towards the lobby.

You see your two lovers arguing, as per usual, about something. They quickly, or rather Vox did, shut up as soon as they saw you approach from the corner of their eyes.

“Hello boys.” You smiled, “Thank you for the wonderful start to this day. Happy Valentine’s.”

They picked a side and wrapped their arms around yours with pride. A kiss placed on both sides of your face from them.

“We’re going to take you out for breakfast today.” Vox states.

“Where to?” You ask, a bit excited.

“Cannibal town!”

“Ozzie’s!”

They both spoke at the same time and immediately glared at each other. You cleared your throat, “Ozzie’s would be a nice start.”

Vox stood up straight while Alastor pinned his ears back against his head. You pulled him closer, “Don’t pout, little deer. We’ll go with your choice before we go to breakfast. A snack for the trip, okay?” You giggled.

"Hmm. I’ll settle for it.” He hummed, ears perking back up with pride.

“Alright babes, let’s try not to murder anybody and each other today, okay?”

“No promises.” They said in unison.

.

Walking around town with two overlords wrapped around your finger was definitely something that gained a lot of attention. Every single year. You decided to give them a break from your scolding every couple of years when it came to practically attacking any demon or sinner that dared to stare at you. They couldn’t care less about the looks they got but they drew the line when anybody even attempted to approach you.

While they were distracted, you sneak away to buy them gifts. You got them both cufflinks and jewelry that matched your necklace. Of course, in their own colors. You bought Alastor a shiny new pocket watch and Vox a locket. Both gifts contained a photo of you making a heart with your fingers within them. As soon as you left the store, a tall demon approached you with sinister intent.

“Hey there, sweet cheeks.” He grinned. You gave him a disgusted look. “What’s a pretty face like you doin’ alone today?” His eyebrows wiggled up and down to which you rolled your eyes.

“None of your business and I’m not alone. Now if you’ll excuse me. I have to get going now.” He blocked your way before you could step any further. His hand lifted your chin up and you growled at the audacity. “Get your filthy hands off of me.” Your eyes glowed red.

He laughed, “And whatcha goin’ to do about it, toots?” His goons popped up from behind him.

“I really don’t want to paint my lovely outfit today with weak blooded bitches.” You groaned as you slapped his hand off your face. “So I’ll let them do it.” You smiled sweetly.

“Who?”

You took a deep breath in, “HE TOUCHED ME.” You screamed and without a second’s notice, black tendrils stabbed a couple of the goons, catching the others. The one who dared to touch you was immediately burned to a crisp with electricity. You stood there with your arms crossed, watching the massacre unfold in front of you. You dodged every lose limb that flew towards you and reveled in the screams.

Soon after Vox and Alastor took your hands, “Are you alright?” Vox asks.

“We lost sight of you for a second there, my dear. You must avoid leaving our sight.” Alastor added.

“You’re right, my apologies. But! I got you both gifts.” You handed them their respective boxes. They opened it and were ecstatic. They both put their cufflinks on proudly, decorating their sleeves with your initial. Alastor had already placed the pocket watch in his pocket, a little keychain dangling off of the chains while Vox put the locket around his neck.

“Oh thank you, dearest! You did not have to!” Alastor exclaims.

You smiled and pinched both of their cheeks lovingly, “Anything for you boys.”

.

After a long day of Vox and Alastor dragging you around everywhere and ensuring nobody was favored over the other to avoid pouting, you arrived back home exhausted.

You dropped to your bed with a happy sigh, “Today was fun. Thank you both.”

Alastor works quickly to take your heels off, rubbing your feet to soothe the pain from walking around so much. Vox rubbed your scalp gently. You purred in delight at their acts of service.

“You two are certainly outdoing yourselves this year.” You laughed.

“Anything for you, my darling doe.” Alastor hummed,soft jazz faintly coming from him.

“That I can agree with. Today is an extra special day for you, babe.” Vox emitted soothing static white noise.

“You know…” You began, they both looked up at you, “The night isn’t quite over yet, my loves.”

With a swift move, the overlords were on their backs on your bed. Each of your hands trail up their chests, “I think you two deserve a little…treat for today, hm?” You whispered seductively into their ears.

Alastor’s ears twitched and Vox glitched. Both from excitement. They exchanged a look before they looked at you.

Pretty soon you were a mess under them, your body filled with pleasure. Safe to say they definitely got their fill at the end of the night. After a myriad of hickeys, bite marks, and love scratches, they were both knocked out cold and cuddled up in your hold. You sighed happily, enjoying their warmth and comfort. You snapped a quick picture of the three of you cuddled up under the blanket, saving it to your special folder titled “Valentine’s Night” before drifting off to sleep.

[thesecretherstory0]

i loveee character-driven stories, what’s the plot??? doesn’t matter, give me 5 pages of a character’s internal conflicts, describe their emotional state and tell me about their feelings in details, also 20 pages of the characters relationship with each other, a chapter of the character’s backstory, tell me how they think, tell me their opinions and how they live and why the preferred lifestyle

[friautyalltheway]

To please a woman

✶﹒Jim Hopper x Reader

⊂📔🍒⊃

Content Warnings: Hard Dom! Hop, Bratty Sub! Reader, Corruption Kink, Fingering, Degradation, Oral (fem receiving), BDSM, kinda? (Use of Handcuffs), Sir kink, Praise, Begging, Hair Pulling, No Condom (always keep it safe kids!!), this is literally just porn atp, manhandling, Overstimulation

2,7k words

18+ below the cut

How long had it bee since Jim Hopper last had a good fuck? An one-night stand? A woman in his life? Too long. It´s been definitely too long. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about sex while at work, he did so regardless. His filthy thoughts started taking advantage of him a few days ago, naughty imaginations clouding his mind, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else. Shit, how old was he? 18? Shouldn’t people his age be out and about, thriving with their wives, their families? Whatever. It could not be that hard, finding a willing woman somewhere in Hawkins.

With that thought in mind, he hurriedly closed the doors of the Police Station after his shift was finally over for the day, and made his way straight into his favourite pub. Lucky for him, you have had the exact same thought as him today, on the lookout for a man who could pleasure you the right way. But you definitely didn’t expect that man to be the Chief of Police.

Hopper opened the door that lead onto the pub, looking around as he made his way towards the counter. That was until he spotted you sitting at one of the tables, all by yourself. He took that as a chance to sit down at the same table, taking of his hat, grumpily greeting you.

Soon, you were lost in a conversation, talking about this and that. You never took him as a funny, nice guy - but that was exactly who he was. All to your surprise. But what surprised you even more, was him admitting after a few beers, that he went to the pub for the exact same reason as you. To have sex.

Jim was a very attractive man, way older than you were. But you did not have a problem with the age gap - age gaps were good. Boys your age just didn’t know what they were doing yet.

So it was not surprising to find yourself buckling up your seatbelt in Hopper´s police car a few minutes after paying.

The car ride was painfully long, the tension in the air so thick the both of you could barely breathe.

After what seemed like hours, you finally arrived at his Cabin. He turned of the car´s engine, and looked over to you.

“I swear to god, that was the last thing i had expected to happen today. Jesus.”

He shook his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. You giggled softly. “Me neither.”, you admitted. Hoppers right hand found your thigh, giving it a light squeeze, nodding twice while doing so. He opened the door, and got out of his seat. You took one last, deep breath, and left the car as well. As you walked around the car, Hopper suddenly pushed you against the car´s hood, his lips greedily pressing against yours. You moaned quietly at the sudden impact, but he let go of you a few seconds into the kiss.

“Sorry. Can’t contain myself. Lets go inside and get this started, hm, sweetheart?”

As soon as you stepped inside, he pushed you against the wall, pinning your hands over you head, continuing to kiss you hungrily. His lips left yours and made their way over to your ear, softly nibbling on it. “I want to destroy you so bad, you have no idea.”, he whispered, a slight rasp to his voice. You let out a quiet whimper at this comment - him asserting his dominance over you was the most arousing thing you had ever experienced. Just thinking about your age (and size) gap made you press your thighs together in anticipation for what was about to come. “Need you to do that”

There was no way in hell you would be able to think straight, so you just gave up on forming full sentences by now.

His right hand still pinned your hands down, as his other one slowly traveled down the side of your body, coming to rest on your breast. He started groping it, playing with your nipples. At this point you were a mess in his hands, completely submitted to him. “I barely started, and you already stopped thinking straight. Pathetic.”

His teasing went right down between your legs, the wetness intensifying. “Stop- stop the teasing. Need more. Please. Need so- so much more.” A low chuckle fell from his lips at your comment. But he didn’t change his pace, he didn´t roam farther south where you needed him most. Instead, the hand that cupped your breast went upwards again, grabbing the back of your head, pulling you towards his lips again to reward you with yet another greedy, passionate kiss, which you loudly moaned into. “So, so greedy… Just have some patience, will you now?”

You nodded. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back. “I want you to answer me properly when I ask you a question!”, he angrily said through gritted teeth. What would scare most people living in Hawkins, only turned you on even more.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.” “Better.” He went from the back of your head to give your ass a hard spank and then gripping it roughly. You tried moving your hands to touch him, but couldn’t escape his tight grip. “You´ll move when I say so. Got that?” “Yes.” The grip on your wrists intensified. “Yes sir!” A small chuckle left Hoppers mouth. “I think it´s time to move this to the bedroom, hm?”

As soon as you entered the bedroom, he pushed you on the bed, his lips finding yours again. Holding back was impossible now, and you pressed your core up to his already hard crotch, your fingers tangling in his hair, at which he lowly groaned. “Fuck, look what you do to me. Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

He opened your belt, eagerly pulling down your pants and then dragging his finger along your clothed slit, which was soaked by now.

“Shit, you´re so damn wet. Can´t wait to see what your insides feel like. What you taste like.”

Your panties and bra didn’t stay on long, after he had yanked them off your body - him still fully clothed. His kissed slowly started traveling down your body, making halt where you needed him most. Your hips jerked upwards in excitement, but he didn´t give you what you wanted just yet.

“Now, what do good girls do when they want something real bad? When the officer catches up on them, and they don´t want to be punished, hm? They beg him for mercy. Oh, they beg so nice and good to please him, so he will let them go. I won’t let you go, no way in hell, but I still want you to beg for me. Beg, as if your life depends on it, can you do that for me?”

Where did that man learn how to talk this dirty from?! It was undeniably hot, so of course, you gave him what he wanted. Right now, you would probably do anything just to have him finally pleasure you the right way. So there was no holding back.

“Please. Please use me, do anything you want to me, I need you, I need you inside me, on top of me, whatever, please, please, please, sir, make me fall apart, make me your whore, i don’t care anymore. I will do anything for pleasure, please!”

You desperation made Hopper release a low groan, but still, he didn’t give you what you needed. What more did you have to do? “Go on. Come on, continue…”

Asshole.

“Mhh, please, please, just do it. I gave you so much already, please, i think I might die if you wont touch me. Shit, shit, destroy me, please, please just - ah!”

His tongue found your clit in the middle of your sentence, suckling on it, softly biting down on it. You arched your back, hips pressing up against his head. Finally he added a finger, curling it so it perfectly hit your G-Spot. Just how on earth could he be this good at all that?!

Soon, he added another finger. And then, a third one. “Mh- close…”

“Not yet, sweetheart. I need you to fulfil the promise you made earlier, can you remember? You told me I should make you my whore- good whores cum when their Sir tells them to.”

“Yes, yes sir. Understood…”

Hopper couldn’t believe that you really were this obedient. Of course, he had to be dominant in his job as well - but it was way more arousing to be dominant in bed. His erection pressed tightly against his pants, needing attention. Shit, he swore he could cum alone from fucking you with his tongue.

After what felt like hours, he finally pulled out his fingers, and removed his mouth from your aching core. He moved towards you, grabbing your hand and placing it over the tent that had formed in his pants.

“Can you feel that? This is what you do to me, girl. My little whore, hm?”

You were practically drooling at this point - which didn’t go unnoticed by Hopper. But he himself couldn’t stand this torture anymore. He finally needed to fuck you so good you wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week. He finally wanted to see you completely break underneath him, wanted to fuck you dumb.

So he started to unbuckle his belt. He did not bother undressing, only pulled his pants and his underwear down a little bit to reveal his dick.

Him fully clothed, on top of your naked body, his erection pressed against your wet folds - the thought alone nearly made you cum. His teeth nibbled at your earlobe again, and with a raspy whisper he said:

“I need it just as bad as you do right now. But I need you to beg for it again. I need to know what my little, good slut needs.”

Again. He wanted you to plead again. You slowly started to get a little embarrassed, your face heating up, your cheeks turning red. You tried to turn your head away to undergo having to beg Hopper to fuck you. You did enough begging by now, anyways.

What you didn’t expect though, was Hopper suddenly getting up and leaving the room. You sat up, confused. What was he doing, in the middle of all this?

Your question quickly got answered as he came back - handcuffs in hand. “Lay down. Hands behind your back.”

You looked at him with widened eyes, not prepared for this kind of power play. Only to see what would happen, you started acting up, refusing to follow his instructions. “What if I don’t, sir?”

He let out a low chuckle. “Then Ill make you.”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that. I bet I could just Get up and leave!”

That was wha sent him over the edge. Leave? You? No. No one could leave once he had them in his hands. He was the chief of Police after all!

In a matter of seconds, he had your body pressed up against the mattress, your wrists in a firm grip as he adjusted the handcuffs. Moving was barely impossible in that position, face pressed into the soft pillow, muffling your whimpers.

“Arch that back.”, Hopper demanded. This time, you did not stand up against his orders. Your ass was now pressing against his dick, already dripping with precum. “And i swear to go, if you ever, ever even think about disobeying me again, I’m going to absolutely destroy you until your knees give out. Until you’re bruised black and blue, does that sound good to you, hm?”

He grabbed your hair again, and pulled your head up, turning it towards him. His other hand squished your cheeks together, making it harder for you to answer.

“M-mh yesh, shir”

God, you felt so stupid. You sounded so stupid. But that apparently was amusing to him, because a dirty grin settled on his face.

“Thats how I like my good whore. Obedient and submissive.”

Without warning, he thrust his dick into your core, making you scream in both pleasure and pain. He set a slow, but hard pace, the room being filled by the sound of skin against skin, your moans and his soft groans.

Hopper put one had on the chain that held the handcuffs together, pulling on it. His other hand made its way towards your mouth, where to of his fingers slipped between your lips.

“Suck on them, will you?”

So you did. You were so close to orgasming, and having both your pussy and your mouth stuffed, and being completely submitted and helpless did not help you at all. Wait until I allow you to cum, he said. As if it was that easy!

“Mhh, good whore. Good girl. Doing such a good job, taking my cock so well.”

His pace sped up, and you assumed he was close as well. Hopefully he would allow you to cum as soon as possible. But that was not the case. You tried telling him that you couldn’t hold it any longer, but his fingers fucking your mouth made that almost impossible. Each thrust threatened to throw you over the edge, as you tried your best to hold yourself back from reaching your height. But fuck, that did not work. With one last, loud moan, your walls clenched around his cock, eyes rolling back in your head as you experienced one of the most amazing orgasm you’ve ever had.

Hoppers thrusts stopped. He took the fingers out of your mouth, moving his hand up to your head, and yanking it back by your hair.

“Shit, what did I tell you about cumming without my permission?!”

He was furious.

He turned you on your back, eyes staring right into yours. “Dumb whore.”, he said, and squished your cheeks again. “Open up your mouth - don’t make me ask twice.”

As you did so, he spat right into it. “Swallow.” You made sure not to disobey him again, seeing what it had led to.

Hopper spread apart your legs, and started fucking you again. Your pussy felt sore from all the foreplay and the hard orgasm you had just experienced - but he did not care. He put his full body weight on you, nearly crushing you. Your legs were resting upon his shoulders, his fingers caressing your clit.

“´M gonna cum soon. And you will, too. I don’t care if you’re overstimulated or not, this is an order. And you know what happens when you disobey the chief of Police, right, sweetheart?”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t even need to try hard to cum, as you were already on the verge of yet another orgasm.

“Cum, sweet whore. My sweet girl, you’ve been taking it so well. Cum around my cock, I know you can do it.”

His words of encouragement were enough to send you over the edge for the second time today. Seeing you, all vulnerable, completely fucked out and into submission also sent Hopper over the edge. He leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, hands tangling in your hair, while both of you rode out your high.

“Shit,” Hopper said as he pulled out and laid down beside you. “You did fucking amazing.” His words made you smile, but you were way too tired to respond to that. “Yeah, get some rest. You deserve it.”

You heard him change in the bathroom, coming back to lie down besides you, tucking the both of you under his blanket.

You would have never expected it, but Jim Hopper, the Chief of Police of Hawkins was very cuddly after Sex - which you found extremely adorable. He softly stroked your cheeks while you drifted away to sleep, and you loved every second of it.

He surely knows how to please a woman.

[throneofsapphics]

beltane morning

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: The one day Aelin rises before both you and Rowan.

Warnings: None

A/N: a drabble, no plot only vibes

“Good morning,” she chirps in your ear, yanking both blankets off you. You groan as the cool air hits you. “It’s burning out,” you can hear her frown, “I don’t know why you need that.” You ignore her and roll back over, shoving a spare pillow over your face. 

“Why are you up so early?” The words come out muffled. 

“Because…” She cooes, expecting you to realize. You flop on your back with a huff. Beltane, how did you forget? Especially with her reminding you every hour for the last few weeks. 

Aelin’s absolute favorite holiday. Despite the early hour, despite the slight annoyance you feel, a smile creeps on to your face. It grows even bigger when you hear her start to berate Rowan. It’s a rare day when she’s up before both of you. 

A strong arm wraps around your waist, tugging you into a warm body. “Maybe if we stick together she’ll let us sleep a little longer.” you whisper to Rowan as you hear her footsteps pad away. You get a sleepy grunt in return, and take that as a yes. 

Fat chance. A bucket of icy water douses both of you and you rise with a shriek. The thin fabric of your slightly sheer nightdress is soaked and sticking to your skin. You vault off the bed, over Rowan’s body, chasing the golden haired female holding a bucket in her hands. 

Your feet skid across the floor, your arms whirling to try and catch yourself before you fall. Arms wrap beneath yours, pulling you upright. You squeeze Aelin as tightly as you can, pulling her towards you. It takes her a second to realize what you’re doing, but by then she’s soaked as well. Laughter stars bubbling in your chest at how utterly ridiculous this is, before you turn your head over your shoulder. 

Rowan turns over, his back facing both of you. Apparently you took the brunt of the flood. A finger taps your cheek, and turquoise and gold eyes meet your own. A gleam of understanding passes through both of your eyes before Aelin silently counts down, 

Three. Two. One. You both launch yourselves at Rowan. 

[grosslyoversimplifiedpolitics]

[ID: no plot just vibes]

[seahorsie11]

just friends?

fem!reader x sub!harry

“hellooo, harry you ok?” 

harry looked up, getting snapped out of his daze by zayn standing over him

“what? I’m fine” he snapped back 

“come on, we have to go! you can’t just sit here and stare at y/n all day, ps you’re not very subtle mate” 

zayn chuckled as he swung his bag over his shoulder and jogged back to the others.

harry just stared at his shoes and felt his cheeks go pink, so they did notice the constant looks he was shooting at her, his heart pounding in his chest every time their eyes met. 

they had been friends for years, and as much as he had tried to ignore it, he had developed strong feelings for her, but his shyness had always held him back from confessing.

once everyone was ready to leave the bach shack they were staying in, y/n stood up, a mischievous smile on her face, and yelled, "who's ready for a swim?" which was met by cheers from everyone as they all ran out the door onto the golden beach, waves rising and crahing against soft warm sand.

harry's heart skipped a beat and jaw literally dropped as he watched y/n pull off her cover-up, revealing a green bikini that clung onto her hips and complimented her boobs. he was mesmerized by her confidence, and he felt his boardshorts tighten by the dirty thoughts that were flooding his head by the second. 

“harry, come in!” y/n shouted as she ran towards the warm waves, turning around to see him staring shamelessly at her, also not hiding the fact that there was an obvious bulge in his boardshorts.

she walked out of the water and said “i’ve noticed you’ve been staring a LOT at me lately, anything you wanna tell me?” with a smirk. harry had never felt his face go so red in his life, “uh, im sorry  i didn’t mean to um,” he trailed off and y/n just giggled, seeing how flustered he was getting.

 “it’s ok harry, did you want me to help with uh... that?” as she flicked her eyes down towards his now twitching dick. “you don’t have to do that y/n it’s ok i’m sor-” she cut him off by just grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards the beach shack, leaving their friends in the water. 

pt 2?

[anthrologies]

In Safe Hands

summary: Azriel teaches Gwyn how to throw a knife, and notices that he isn't the only one with flaws.

Read it on AO3

word count: 1,099

notes: just a quick thing based on an idea I had that Az is insecure about his hands until he sees that Gwyn's hands aren't perfect either.

Silver moonlight illuminated the training ring at the top of the House of Wind. Azriel sat, polishing a knife while he waited for the priestess to arrive for their private training session. 

They’d be practicing with the knives this evening. She’d asked for the private session after having some trouble with her aim during a recent group exercise. Her throws were forceful, but inconsistent.

Azriel looked down at the blade as he ran the polishing cloth over it. Watched his scarred hands as they moved back and forth, back and forth. He twisted the blade, just slightly, to work it at a new angle, and caught his reflection in the metal. He found his own hazel eyes staring back at him. His face was serious. Hard. 

Another swipe of the cloth, and his face disappeared.

Azriel felt a tug at his shoulders and looked up from the blade. His shadows were pulling towards a door – towards the stairs that led to the House and the Library beneath it. Seconds later, it opened. A copper-haired female, dressed in Illyrian training leathers, emerged from the dark. Her teal eyes twinkled.

“I’m sorry if I kept you waiting,” she said. “Merrill had me digging through stacks for hours looking for some obscure title.”

Azriel stood as she approached him. “I’m glad you could make it,” he said.

Gwyn set down her skin of water and began to swing her arms, warming her muscles. “Is that the knife I’m going to practice with?” she asked, jutting her chin towards the blade he held.

“It’s one of them,” he purred, one corner of his lips pulling upward.

Gwyn’s eyes flashed mischievously. “Can’t wait to see the others,” she said.

They moved through their warm up exercises – fewer than they might normally do in a morning training session, and with more focus on shoulder mobility for throwing. 

“Ready to begin?” Azriel asked. Gwyn nodded. “Alright, let’s start with you showing me how you normally throw a blade,” he said. Gwyn lifted a knife from the small table beside them where a selection of sharpened blades lay. She turned the handle over in her hand, studying it, and then settled her fingers in a firm grip. She took a few steps forward and turned her gaze toward a target that Azriel had set at the far end of the ring. She steadied her eyes, pulled her arm back, and then –

The knife flew from her hand and shot through the air, a bolt of silver steel glistening in the starlight.

It connected with the target, lodged firmly in the canvas and wood. In the second ring from the edge, left of the bullseye. Gwyn huffed in frustration.

“It always goes left but I swear I’m throwing straight,” she said, her teeth gritted. Azriel nodded.

“I want to take a closer look at your grip,” he said. “Pick up another and just hold it, however you normally do.” Gwyn followed his direction, selecting another knife and curling her fingers around its handle.

Azriel took a step towards the priestess, so close now that his chest grazed her back. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as he gently touched her hand, raising it so he could take a closer look.

Azriel slowly wrapped his fingers over hers, finding a grip on the handle of the blade that she held. He waited for her to flinch, to pull away – to have some reaction to his touch. But she didn’t move. Didn’t so much as flex a muscle. She only looked at him expectantly, waiting for his instruction.

He paused for a second to survey her hand, to see how it looked beneath his own gnarled skin. 

For training purposes, he told himself.

Gwyn’s skin was pale, and soft to the touch. Her palms were small and calloused, he knew, from wielding a sword during their training sessions. His gaze moved towards her fingers, his eyes gliding over the first knuckle, the second. But where Azriel expected to see her fingers taper to soft points, he instead found short, blunt fingernails, their edges jagged. The skin around the nails was red and raw, marked with small pin pricks of dried blood. He felt his eyebrows pull together.

“Your hands are bloody,” he said without thinking.

Gwyn yanked her hand from beneath his grip. “No, they’re not,” she retorted. She sheathed the blade in her belt and stuffed her hands in her pockets.

Azriel laughed. “Yes, they are,” he said.

Gwyn scowled at him. “I thought we were here so I could learn how to throw knives better, not to criticize my personal grooming habits.”

“I’m sorry,” Azriel stifled another chuckle, trying not to make her feel insecure. “Really.” He took a deep breath, schooled his face into neutrality. “I didn’t mean to criticize, I was just surprised to see it.”

Gwyn held his gaze, her eyes stern, but she sighed. “I bite my nails.” She said it like she was confessing a sin. “I don’t realize I’m doing it, most times. Just while I’m reading in the library. Sometimes if I’m nervous about something. It’s a bad habit.”

Azriel nodded. An absent-minded, anxious tic. He tried not to imagine what may have made her nervous today.

Gwyn cocked her head to the side, her brows raising in challenge. “Do you have any more questions about my shameful secrets, Spymaster, or are you ready to teach me how to throw a knife?”

Azriel couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “Show me your grip again.”

She pulled her hands from her pocket and wrapped one around the handle of the blade once more. And, just as he had before, Azriel wrapped his own hand over hers.

He let himself enjoy it, just for a split second. The image of their imperfect hands intertwined on the handle.

“This is good,” he said. “But you’ll have an easier time if you move your thumb like this.”

He demonstrated the adjustment, and she followed.

A short time later, their lesson was finished. Gwyn had nearly mastered the new techniques Azriel showed her, consistently throwing shots that would be deadly on a battlefield. She’d returned to the Library, and Azriel worked to finish tidying the training ring. 

She’s a fast learner, he thought as he racked the knives they’d used. Emotion flashed through him – pride, and then… regret. Azriel paused as his mind trailed, chasing that errant thought.

He wished that she wasn’t so quick to learn, he realized.

So that they might be able to spend more time together.

[jaebeomsbitch]

Mine (E.M.)

Summary: Possessive Eddie... that's it.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, PinV, unprotected, slight breeding kink.

A/N: No plot at all... Please let me know of other kinks for kinktober (that are appropriate (!)) that y'all would like me to write next!

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You had no indication what spurred him on. Absolutely no clue at how you’d end up tonight. Your boyfriend was horny, that was obvious from the way his hands were on your ass grabbing a handful of fat when no one would notice, fingertips sliding up the inside of your skirt tracing the line of your panties, whispered dirty words in your ear. 

That still didn’t explain how you ended up here. Your legs on Eddie’s shoulders, thighs pressed deep into your chest with Eddie’s weight. 

“Mine, you’re fucking mine” he growls, hips pistoning into you. The force jolting you up on the bed, his balls slapping into your ass, loud moans and answered “yours.”

His tongue delves into your mouth possessively trying to sear the taste of his mouth into yours. He wants you to remember the taste every second you’re not with him, remind you that you belong to him and him only. 

You were never one to want to belong to a man but when he’s nipping at your neck marking you up with hickies and grunting out “mine, you fucking belong to me.” Your heart pounds into your ribs, eyes rolling back, your slick juices sliding down to your ass in a way you’ve never felt before. 

“This fucking pussy’s made f’me. Bet no other guy can fuck you like I can, huh? Can’t this greedy little cunt up, look at her she’s fucking pulling me in begging for my cum” he groans, staring at the way your pussy swallows up his length. There’s a thick white line of your pent up juices around the base of his cock. 

“A- mmm I-“ incoherent broken noises leave your throat trying desperately to answer but your brain can’t hold onto a string of thought. Every slap of skin against skin sends a jolt up your spine, scrambling your brain further. When did he shift positions? 

His strong hands hold your thighs into your stomach, cock slamming into you so hard you lose your breath for a second. You brain feels fuzzy as you try and gasp for breath. Heaving in small puffs of air with difficulty. The loss of oxygen giving you a head high as the shocks of pleasure jolt up your body. 

Your fingers grip the sheets, your head thrashing in the pillow as you barrel towards your orgasm like a pinhole in a dam ready to break. You clench your teeth, pussy fluttering, stomach tightening. Eddie’s heavy breath and murmurs of “fucking cum slut, wanna be mine forever huh? Want me to fill you up” and “pussy’s mine, belong to me” vaguely  flits into your ears. 

The band tightens into a place you’d never thought you could reach. You heave for air, coming hard with a loud cry. You tremble under him like a woman possessed. Drool dripping down your chin, eyes in the back of your skull, back arched impossibly, jaw slacked, tongue moving wildly with gibberish.

“Oh- fuck” Eddie practically whines, the hard press of his hipbones onto your ass bringing you back down to earth as he cums inside you. You grip the sheets tighter pulling them off the corners as you feel the heat of his cum inside you. The schlick of your combined cum filling the room as he slows down with pants of his own. 

Hands letting go of your thighs leaving back red marks that will bruise tomorrow. His arms shake as he slowly pulls out of your sopping cunt, his eyes rolling back at the sight of your pussy dripping with his cum fluttering around nothing. 

He collapses besides you, arm thrown over your waist, heavy breaths into your neck. 

“Fuck” he whispers, voice raspy from all his screaming dirty talk. 

“What the fuck was that for?” You grunt, opening your eyes slowly looking down at your sweaty boyfriend. 

“Just wanted to remind you” he murmur, nuzzling into your neck.

“Well what a fucking reminder” you laugh breathlessly. 

[slimthicksonnett]

27 leah? idk honesty whatever you want i adore everything you write

“You’re not as funny as you think you are” // Leah Williamson (560 words)

In all fairness, they probably should have left the two of you out of this TikTok.

But they didn’t, and you refused to miss a golden opportunity. 

“Who on the team would you not let date you brother or sister.” Toone asked, holding the mini mic out to you as you grinned mischievously at the younger player.

“Lucy Bronze.” You answered easily, winking at the camera. 

In the distance, the team could be heard screaming. 

“NO WAY DID YOU JUST DO THAT!” Lucy yelled eyes wide in a combination of hilarity and terror as she came barreling towards you. Laughing, you sidestepped the speedy defender and shrugged your shoulders.

“Leave her be Luc, it’s funny because it clearly isn’t true!” Your twin sister added, strolling over and laughing as her girlfriend attempted to get you into a headlock. 

“Hey! I know! Let Keira on the mic!” Russo called out, looking as if she had just had the best idea since the firing of Phil Neville. Toone, of course, went along with it.

“Keira! Who on the team would you not let date your brother or sister.” When Toone held out the mic, Keira hesitated for a moment. When she looked over at you tussling with Lucy though? She had her answer.

“Leah Williamson.”

You could probably hear a pin drop in that locker room. Out of the entire team, Keira had just named her best friend. 

Leah, who had just entered the room, stared at her for the betrayal.

“Hey! Why not!” The blonde protested, unaware that the camera had now panned to her.

“Because, I deal with you enough as it is. I can’t have you bothering my sister too!” Keira joked, almost the entire squad joining in on her laughter.

“Bothering? I’ll have you know I make a great girlfriend. I’m hot, talented, funny…” Leah went on, counting on her fingers as she listed things off. 

The team only laughed louder.

“Y/N, tell them I make a great girlfriend!” The defender pouted at you, gaining some skeptical looks from her teammates.

“Well…you’re not as funny as you think you are.” You grinned, leaning back against the wall as you watched her jaw drop and your teammates continue to lose their minds.

Seriously, you figured if Beth laughed any harder she was going to burst something.

“Not as funny? So you agree she’s everything else?” Mary, because of course it was Mary, butted in.

You shrugged your shoulders and laughed lightly.

“What was she said again? Hot, talented…” You imitated Leah, counting off your fingers as you listed the characteristics.

“Yeah, those are the two!” Russo confirmed, causing you to nod your head and lean back against the wall.

“So, Leah is hot and talented? Yeah I’ll agree with that.” You smirked, enjoying way too much the way that Leah’s face seemed to turn the same color as the Arsenal jersey you were far too familiar with seeing on your bedroom floor.

“OH MY GOD ARE THEY ACTUALLY FUC-” Someone screamed out, and you were very thankful that Toone picked that moment to cut the camera.

[wolfeyedwitch]

Trying to write my vampire story be like:

My brain: pomegranate seeds held in an open palm, dripping juice dark as blood.

Me: okay, cool.

My brain: hunger as a metaphor for love and longing.

Me: yes, but...

My brain: open-mouthed kisses pressed to delicate, broken skin

Me: brain, please—

My brain: sacrilege everywhere; all the religious motifs being deliberately placed alongside longing and lust and love. Humans making a sacrament of their own blood to their vampire lover.

Me: BRAIN! I need a PLOTLINE, not just vibes!!!

My brain: ...

Me: ...

My brain: ...

My brain: ...

My brain: ...

My brain: drops of blood like pomegranate seeds, drawing parallels to Persephone's descent to the underworld

Me: *flips table*

[ssunkissedsunflowerss]

“Nice and toasty”

no plot, no direction whatsoever. i cannot sleep, i cannot get the hush scene out of my head, i have much love for shuri, there is a sara x shinobu fanart (genshin) that i saw and has been stuck in my head ever since, simply wanted to blow off some steam. ***needless to say, it’s smutty towards the end.***

“I’m coming back. I’m coming back for you.”

“Liar.” You mutter, voice soft and shaky, small tendrils of clouds escaping out of your mouth as warm breath collides with the icy cold air.

Around you, fluttering from the sky with such beauty and elegance are a flurry of fluffy white snow. Some of the tiny ice blossoms softly kisses you on your cherry suffused cheeks while others keep making their descend until they grace the ground with their velveteen presence.

Meanwhile, you walk the white carpet, drenched to the bone like a drowned rat, swaying and wobbly on your feet like a sickly leaf precariously hanging onto its branch. It has been amidst creating snow angels on a thick blanket of snow, giggling like toddlers and savouring the little flavourful bits of your shared moment together, that your fun has been rudely spoiled. After all, your girlfriend has left her nation not to have a date with you but to attend an important conference.

Going out tonight with you has been a risk she is willing to take, and you, having been missing her sorely after being apart for quite a spell, have had no reasons to say no. However, walking back to your apartment snow soaked and alone is definitely not how you have pictured the grand finale of your date. You have been having such great time, stealing sweet kisses and drenching each other in saccharine words. Making the most out of your little time together, you have been squeezing it for all its worth. Not a dot is to leave unspared. How anticlimatic that it has to end the way it is.

As your mind has been plagued with rampant thoughts, it is no surprise that you fail to notice the presence of another until a hand is tightly pressed over your mouth. Startled, you struggle. Nothing but foolish attempts that bear no fruits as an arm slithers across your waist. It maintains a strong, unyielding grip, as you are pulled into a body, and being pulled further still into a dark alleyway. Your struggles, however, do not cease, writhing and kicking your feet with all your might.

“Shhh, it’s me, love.”

The warmth of her breath softly caresses the tip of your ear. Her voice, husky and hushed, is a tranquilliser, dissolving in you ear like warm cocoa. Only then do you calm.

Caged in her arms and sandwiched between her body and the wall is you, and suddenly, you find the cold no longer a bother. You watch a finger finding home on her lips, a silent hint for you to keep quiet. As she peeks her head out from your hiding place to survey the vicinity, all you can feel is your heart throbbing giddily. How she can make but a plain gesture, something as mundane as hushing, ridiculously, arrestingly captivating is beyond you.

“I think I’ve lost them.”

She looks mighty fine simply standing before you. So, finding your fingers wandering towards her waist, too, is beyond your control.

She welcomes you eagerly, unclasping your fingers on her waist only to reposition them behind her back. “Come here.” Her arms then find home across your back, gathering you into her chest and keeping your bodies firmly pressed together.

It feels as if a thick, cosy blanket has been settled over you. Her body heat alone seems to instantly thaw the chill in your very bones as you feel pleasantly warm all over. Your face has found sanctuary in the little nook of her neck where you nuzzles her like an affectionate kitten.

“Hmm, you’re so warm.” When you hum, she counters. “You’re so cold.”

Her hands leave you. They are instead brought over to her mouth where she blows warm air into the little cocoon, rubs them against each other. Once satisfied, she settles them atop your cheeks, gingerly cradling the frozen cherries in the warm palms of her hands.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come back sooner, my love.”

Her forehead descends onto yours, her lips whisper-soft as she kisses the lovely, little arch of your nose.

“But, I know just the thing to make you warmer.” You feel her smile on your lips when she presses a kiss that, to your disappointment, do not linger. “Come. Let’s quickly get ourselves out of here.”

And that is how you find yourself back in your apartment, straddling your girlfriend’s thighs as the mighty panther feasts on the succulent swells of your breasts.

Her eyes are a mesmerising dark, two black holes pulling you in as wicked lips leave nebulae in their wake. Like a starved man, she suckles your tender flesh with frenzied desperation. Stars burst beneath her mouth. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids. Your waist is a home to her hands, and her nape, a home to yours. A harsh suckle coupled with a flick of her twisted tongue has you mewling wantonly, back curving and fitting flawlessly into your lover’s front. Two puzzle pieces coming together.

By the time her warm mouth detaches from your soft mounds, she is as salacious a mess as you are. A thin glistening line of saliva bridging the two of you, your breasts are dewy with drool, as well as her face for there are little rivulets of spit raining tantalisingly down her chin. Your lover looks every bit the portrait of a majestic panther, ravenously devouring you as though you are her little morsel. In fact, you are, and the realisation has liquid lava pooling in your gut.

Greatly galvanised and irrevocably aching, you are but a moth to a flame, diving down for her mouth like a madman. She receives you all too eagerly, careful yet determined digits digging into your ribcage as your fingers venture into her healthy curls. They hold her there, grip white-knuckled tight.

“There. I’ve thawed my sweet little meal and made her nice and toasty. Ready for the taking.”

As she fuels your needs with her sinful remarks, all you can think in your hazy head is that there is no better way to end the night than being undone by your mighty panther’s cleverly wicked mouth. After all, you can confirm from experience that they are capable of unimaginable crafts that will have your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

[sam-loves-seb]

make the yule-tide gay

It’s quiet until there’s a fist banging on the door, the dull thud thud thud of the side of a hand on the wood. Mickey groans—borderline whines—and Ian laughs against his mouth. A shout in Russian, a few more thuds and then in English, “Get up. Baby’s first Christmas.” Mickey groans again, overdramatic and insincere, and Ian drops his face to Mickey’s neck and chuckles against him.

// s5: ian, mickey, and their family

12 days of gallavich -- day 4

[ ao3 | ko-fi | etc ]

[leet911]

Change

Zhudanna has a mirror in the spare room that Imogen and Laudna share.  And even though the mirror is usually face down on the table because Laudna doesn’t like to see her own reflection, tonight it’s upright, and Laudna is inspecting all the angles of her face.  “Do I look the same?” 

Imogen ponders that from her position on the bed.  She has her knees pulled up to her chest and the blanket draped over them.  She looks at Laudna and thinks of going over there, putting her arms around the other woman and kissing the top of her head.  Imogen doesn’t of course.  See, things have changed.  Because she never would have thought twice about it before.  “You’re just as beautiful as I remember.”

Laudna pauses then, considers Imogen in the mirror for a second, before turning to look at her in person.  “I feel different, even if I look the same.”

“It’s ok to feel different.  I think it’d be normal to feel different after everything that happened.”

“I don’t want anything to change between us.”  And Laudna is standing, moving towards the bed, and Imogen’s outstretched hand.

Their hands clasp as they’ve done hundreds of times before, and Laudna sits close, right next to Imogen so they are facing each other.  Imogen’s hands are bare, the lightning marks crawling up her arms clearly visible, and she pulls them under the blanket when she sees Laudna looking.

“Nothing has to change between us,” Imogen says, and it sounds like a lie even before the words leave her lips.  Because Laudna is her favorite, no matter what Imogen might have told herself.  She would do anything for Laudna, even pretend that they’re just friends, if that’s what Laudna wants.

Laudna taps her own head with a finger.  “It feels empty and quiet, so strange.  When you've had this voice in your head for thirty years and all of a sudden it's gone, how are you supposed to feel?  It seems like something's missing, even if I never liked it in the first place.  Even when she wasn’t active, wasn’t talking, she was there, in the room.  And now she’s not.  Is this what it’s like to truly be alone?  I don’t remember this feeling.”

Imogen blinks away tears, takes a deep breath to steady herself, then opens her mind.  Laudna?

Hands press against each other, gripping tight.  Imogen?

It’s me.  I’m here.  Whatever you need.

Laudna pulls her legs into bed, curls up with her head in Imogen’s lap.  I missed you so much, Imogen.

Imogen runs the fingers of her free hand up Laudna’s temple, traces the curve of an ear, and the golden tips of jewelry.  Then she massages the scalp under the hair, as if gently coaxing the subdued music back out.  I missed you too.

They spend many minutes there, Imogen rubbing Laudna’s head, their thoughts taken up by mundane little things.  Zhudanna is looking well.  She wanted to get some more fruit.  The nights are getting colder.  Twice, it seemed like Laudna was about to fall asleep, but both times she snorted and turned to look up at Imogen again.

Imogen dreams about leaning down and kissing her, but she holds strong.  Things are not supposed to change between them.  You can sleep.  I’ll stay with you.

Every time I go to sleep, I’m afraid I won’t wake up again.

And Imogen’s heart breaks.  I won’t let anything happen to you.  I—  She wipes the tears away before they can fall on Laudna.  I love you.

I love you too.

Imogen nods, sniffles, continues her massage across Laudna’s scalp.  Sleep.  You need rest.  And in a brief moment of weakness, Imogen does lean down to kiss Laudna on the forehead.  It’s the barest of grazes, a simple press of lips to skin, but Laudna’s eyes close at the touch.  Her breathing slows as Imogen’s fingers dance across her skull, their motions also tapering off gradually. When Laudna’s body relaxes, Imogen lets out a long breath, looks at the soft planes of Laudna’s face.  It’s getting so hard to pretend.  And sometimes Imogen thinks there’s no going back, even with the fear and the doubt, and all the uncertainty of what this really is and what it means for Laudna.  Sleep well, I’ll be here when you wake.   And Imogen cradles the head in her lap, memorizes the shape and weight of it, the life and soul held within.  She keeps her breath in time with Laudna’s much slower rhythm, and every inhalation is a revelation to her.  Because the truth is, even if Imogen is in love with Laudna, that’s exactly the same as before, so nothing has to change.

[blurry-little-stars]

Malleus Draconia Smut HC’s 💚

guys please this is 18+ afab reader MINORS DNI

warnings: smut, breeding vaguely mentioned, biting. idk just don’t read if you don’t want to see horny thoughts below the line (word count 730)

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-His horns are surprisingly a bit sensitive. (there’s a shocking amount of nerve endings in his horns. i can imagine it’s like our teeth) they are even more sensitive closer they are to the base.

-His horns are rigid yet smooth to the touch.

-He finds its amusing when you caress his horns he becomes flustered if you touch the base of them, he practically melts into your touch. He becomes pretty needy and touchy whenever you do this.

-His tongue is split, almost like a snake tongue. If he kisses with tongue it feels rather weird because of its texture. This isn’t taking away from the perks it certainly has.

-He loves just burying his face between your thighs and lapping up at all your sensitive spots. He finds it amusing and pleasurable watching the way your body reacts.

-He’ll start at a slow place swirling and pressing his tongue against your clit. As you get closer he’ll flick your clit with his tongue studying your body for any type of reaction. He’ll continue to tease you like this till you're begging him for some type of release. He’ll offer you a smile, proceeding to suck and lap at your clit till you cum.

-Pro tip: Please caress this man's horns while he eats you out. He’ll moan softly when you grab onto them. It encourages him to go faster.

-He’s a switch with a heavy, HEAVY preference for being top. (maybe one day he’ll come around and let you top more often).

-Humans are certainly strange to him. Especially the way humans are aroused. He often turns you on without even knowing. Especially with his gaze.

-He doesn’t get turned on very often, or at least when he does he doesn’t like to show it unless you're behind closed doors. He is a Prince after all and your antics mustn’t ruin his reputation, or at least that's what Sebek tells him. He likes to act calm for the most part but oh boy if you keep teasing him he’ll eventually lose his composure.

-He’s a dragon and a very, veryyyy tall man. He is 6’7 (200.66 cm) so he’s probably an easy 8in (20.32cm).

-When having sex with him for the first time, he’s hesitant, borderline scared. Afterall he doesn’t want to hurt you or somehow scare you away. He is very soft and gentle with you. Even his kisses are gentle, as if you’ll shatter into a million pieces if he is even the tiniest bit too rough with you.

-He won’t even move unless you tell him it's ok. He’ll start gentle and slow murmuring praises to you as he slowly picks up the pace. Now if you tell him you want him to be rough.. prepare yourself, it’s going to be a long night.

-To Malleus sex should be passionate and filled with love. He’ll whisper how much he loves you while going down your body, covering your skin with bite marks and hickies. He has the decency to only mark you in places where only you and him can see though it mostly to spare you the embarrassment.

-Speaking of that, he actually loves biting you and marking you. It’s like claiming you all for himself. He wonders if he is just possessive or maybe it’s the dragon in him.

-Malleus’ stamina is unparalleled and he can out-do just about everyone so on that note he may also have a slight breeding kink. It’s more of the idea of it cause at this time Malleus isn’t in for raising a child but maybe someday when he finally marries you.

-Personally I feel like Malleus wouldn’t exactly want you to call him anything in bed. Cute nicknames are ok like Mal, “Tsunotarou”, and My Prince are probably his only exceptions if used in a playful, loving manner.

-But he would definitely have a plethora of pet-names for you. His favorites being Darling, My Love, Dearest, and My Treasure. Occasionally he’ll decide to amuse you by giving you a silly nickname.

-Malleus can be a creature of habit and make things rather ritualistic so if you find your bedroom life getting boring you’ll have to encourage him to spice it up or you’ll have to do something yourself.

-Malleus is willing to try almost anything in order to satisfy your needs, though its partially because he is worried if he doesn’t fulfill your desires you might seek someone else but also he just wants to make you happy.

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