#part of me wonders if she senses vibrations through the body when doing that

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Toph’s love language being physical violence

[worldlxvlys]

Hi honey can you do a text with Matt like he likes the reader and the reader likes him but they are to scared to confess and they make really sexual and suggestive comments and jokes to each other ✌🏼 I love you 💋 Matt is kinda subby and like touches himself to her messages imagining it’s real

Love you,🥰

I have a lot of ideas so just let me know if you need any 💋

texts w/ bsf! matt (part 2)

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smuttttt, hand job, masturbation, fantasizing

a/n: pls don’t ever stop giving me ideas this ate

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any sense of self-control that i had completely left my body when i saw the sentence.

i read it over again and again, trying to figure out whether she was joking or not.

as i let my mind wander, i began to palm myself through my boxers lightly.

i thought about her face, how pretty it would look scrunched up in pleasure, while she chased her orgasm.

suddenly, i felt my phone vibrate in my hand, bringing me back to reality while i began to read the text messages.

i’d spit on the tip and watch you squirm while it dripped down.

“fuck” i sighed out, rubbing myself through the thin material as i imagined her staring up at me, her hands massaging my thighs.

my hips jerked up into the air at the thought, almost as if i could feel her teasing touches.

part of me felt guilty, imagining my best friend’s face inches away from my dick.

but if she didn’t want me to, why would she send a text like that? when we’ve flirted in the past, it was usually all jokes.

but this felt different. maybe it was the morning wood and horny state that i woke up in causing me to misjudge her intentions, or maybe she was teasing me on purpose.

either way, i had no plans of stopping myself from basking in the moment.

besides, if i have my boxers on i’m not technically touching myself to the thought of her…..right ?

i’d give you a few good pumps, squeezing the base and twisting my hand around you.

god, what was she doing ?

i began to apply more pressure to my crotch, pushing and rubbing more and more aggressively.

she was driving me crazy, it’s almost as though she wanted me to drive over to her and fuck the living shit out of her.

and with that thought, i found my mind wandering off again.

i imagined the way she’d scream my name, the way her ass would jiggle while i fucked her from behind while her legs trembled.

then i’d swirl my tongue around the tip teasingly before taking you into my mouth.

she just loved to tease me. i wonder how she’d feel if the roles were reversed.

what would she do if i rubbed my dick against her thighs ? or her stomach ? each time, managing to just miss her pussy ?

would she be a moaning mess under me, whining and crying for me to do something ?

maybe she’d grab my hand, forcing me to pump myself a few times before finally pushing into her.

i’d take every inch of you, deep throating your cock.

i was so lost in my own world, i hadn’t even realized how close i was until i was bucking my hips up into my hand, with quick gasps and curse words flying out of my mouth.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” i whispered out as my hands flew around the sheets, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.

i let out a cry of her name as i came inside of my boxers, forming a wet spot on the light-colored material.

i took in a deep breath, attempting to calm myself when i got another message.

wouldn’t stop until you begged me to.

i’d let you cum all over my face while your legs shook and your body twitched.

i quickly pulled my boxers down, throwing them haphazardly across the room.

my hand immediately flew to my dick, spreading the remains of my orgasm around, making me let out a small whine.

i began to pump myself quickly, imagining how pretty she’d look while thick spurts of my seed flew onto her face.

my eyes were scrunched up, toes curling inward while i pushed through the overwhelming amount of pleasure building inside of me.

soft whimpers fell from my mouth, as the wet sounds of my hand sliding around my dick filled the room.

my head flew back as my phone fell from my hand and onto the bed.

i imagined her on top of me, bracing herself with her hands on my knees as she rode me.

“you wanted me so bad? getting off on my text messages like a little slut? sit there and take it”

“i can’t, it’s too much” i cried out, fisting the sheets as tears pricked at the corner of my eyes.

“you can and you will. take it”

i shook my head vigorously, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “i can’t-” i started.

she’d loop her fingers into my hair, yanking my head towards her chest.

taking the hint, i’d bring my mouth to one of her tits swirling my tongue around her nipple.

i was ripped out of my fantasy quickly, as my hips began to stutter.

i let out an embarrassingly loud whine as my load spilled out of me, covering my abs and thighs.

my body trembled, muscles contracting and relaxing as the aftershocks ran through me.

“holy shit” i whispered as the reality of the situation hit me.

i just jerked off to my best friend’s text messages.

and that was the hardest i’d ever came before.

i fucked up.

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yayyy double update bc i love you <333

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hannigram x villaneve crossover fics bc hell yes!

mlm/wlw solidarity if you know what i mean 🤭

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》 Summertime in Marseille - (12k)(Mature)

Murder wives across the pond? The London area manhunt for pay to play assassin Oksana Astankova continues tonight after the gruesome discovery of the bodies of two M16 agents and the unsettling disappearance of a third. The missing agent Eve Polastri’s checkered history with the femme fatale stirs up a sense of deja-vu to a case stateside involving the (still unsolved) disappearance of a certain disgraced psychiatrist turned psychopath and his companion Will Graham. Both pairs vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a couple of corpses in the hands of, debatetly inept, law enforcement. Longtime readers will remember the debacle on the rumors of the relationship between Lecter and Graham. Fresh faces should expect much of the same insight when it comes to Astankova and Polastri. -Freddie Lounds [Tattlecrime.com] Or: Villanelle takes Eve to visit an old friend.

》 Wintertime in the Atlantic - (10k)(Mature)

Dear Hannibal and Will, [Eve warned me I really shouldn’t write Hannibal and Will but I don’t think you two are stupid enough to let other people read your mail and the consequences are on you if you are.] A recent client has gifted me four first class tickets for a cruise to Australia on the 11th of December! The ship leaves from Lisbon which is a wonderful coincidence since Eve tells me that’s where you’re currently living. We never got the opportunity to repay you two for helping us during our time of need back in Marseille. My fiancé and I would be delighted if you would accompany us. The tickets are attached! -xoxo Villanelle Or: Eve and Villanelle meet up with the Lecter-Graham’s once again.

》 Rhapsody in Brashness - (4k)(Mature)

“We understand,” says Hannibal. The vibrations of his voice rumble against her the way that thunder does through storm clouds. “You are unique, as I am. And she insinuated herself into you, as Will insinuated himself into me. The blind, pearly rootlets of human connection have burrowed themselves too deeply into the fertile soil of your soul to be killed, now, no matter how many times you hack away at the verdant growth which springs anew into the air, again and again. The intricate underground web of them merely spreads implacably further and deeper and will continue to do so until they smother you, or until you allow the leaves to fully unfurl into the light.” “But she stabbed me,” Villanelle exclaims petulantly.

》 A Cannibal, A Dog Lover, and an Assassin Walk Into A Bar - (1.7k)(G)

Hannibal and Will wanted a quick getaway to Rome, but end up with a little more adventure than they anticipated.

》 Murder Pals in Alaska - (1.5k)(Mature)

Eve and Villanelle make their home in Alaska and befriend Will and Hannibal.

》 Cannibal vs. Assassin: The Showdown - (5k)(Mature)

“Obviously, they do kill people based on those dance moves alone,” Hannibal tittered, but quietly enough as to not attract attention. Will stifled a laugh. “That is not a reason to ruin their night though,” Hannibal decided, following Will through the crowd.

》 Taste and Temptation - (18k)(G)

Eve and Villanelle have gone off on their own, traveling and getting to know each other better. Hannibal and Will have too. Both couples happen to have dark pasts and trouble with the law, but that hasn't really put a damper on their vacations. The four of them happen to meet at an opera in Florence but when they keep running into each other, they have to wonder if their meetings are coincidence or something that could put their travels in danger. Villaneve meets Hannigram on the run.

(NOTE: unfinished but still worth the read!)

》 The Professionals Series - (12k)(T)

A Hannibal/Killing Eve crossover AU where Hannibal and Villanelle are best buds. Theoretically set after "The Wrath of the Lamb" and "God, I'm Tired" for parts I and II and after "You're Mine" for part III.

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❦ HOUSE OF SILVER

cw: mature themes (paid sexual favours), implied historical violence, historical ideologies regarding sex, fem!reader

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The Edo period—the final era of feudal Japan. daimyos, samurais, and the common class, all with a purpose to help society. After her father lost his money and status when she was a child, y/n works as a maid in a teashop, following courtesans and cleaning up after their jobs. When the head of the Gojo clan comes in one night, she doesn’t expect to see him again, much less have him call on her.

On a busy night, Madame Ino finds you. You recognize the pleased look on her face as the one she has when a favourable customer shows up.

“Y/N.” She looks down at you. “Clear the Daimyo’s favourite room.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Daimyo Gojo? “Yes, ma’am.”

She left just as quickly, not giving you any more information.

You rushed to where she told you, your head filled with thoughts of your conversation with Miwa. Perhaps you’d get to see him—this elusive shikigami who seems to place a spell on every woman he glances upon. You wonder how you’ll react if you see him. You try to push that thought to the side for now, but you remind yourself that right now, you need to clean a room. Madame Ino doesn’t accept slow work from the maids. You respected Madame Ino, hardly ever thinking ill of her; she was harsh but kind enough to treat the staff with respect. The reputation of a high-class teashop can only be maintained if the staff is quiet and out of sight, as she often reminded you. As you gather your cleaning supplies and make your way to the designated room, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation lingering in the air. Madame Ino's Teashop has always been a place of elegance and sophistication, attracting a clientele that appreciates the finer things in life. The thought of encountering someone as captivating as the man rumoured to have a spellbinding effect on women fills you with both excitement and trepidation.

Upon sliding the door open, you run into a wall, falling back onto your butt and hissing in pain. The wall in question looks down at you. Shades of blue capture your gaze, holding your body captive in awe. Your breath gets caught in your chest, unable to escape your parted lips as you stare up at his soft white locks.

He's beautiful. His piercing blue eyes seem to hold a universe of secrets, and his chiselled jawline accentuates his striking features. It's as if time stands still in that moment, and you can't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him.

His head tilts, eyebrows raise a fraction of a centimetre, and lips lift in the corners. It's so effortlessly casual that it feels oppressive. The haughty look he gives you as you're trapped on the ground, not holding out a hand to offer you up, makes him seem amused. You can't help but wonder what thoughts are running through his mind, hidden behind that enigmatic expression. His confident demeanour and lack of concern for your predicament only add to the air of mystery surrounding him.

"Funny." His voice drawls, deep and velvety, sending shivers down your spine. It's a voice that commands attention, filled with a hint of mischief that leaves you curious about the thoughts swirling in his mind. "People don't usually look at me like that unless they're planning to kill me."

You want to apologize, to say that no, you don't want to kill him; you were just caught off guard. You want to excuse yourself, completely embarrassed for walking in on him and then falling on your ass. You want to do so many things.

But all that comes out of your mouth is a squeak—akin to a mouse that's just been trapped by a cat.

His chest vibrates with silent laughter. And as he lowers his head slightly, smiling eyes not leaving yours, the only feeling in your stomach is one of prey, faced with a predator that wants to eat them. You desperately wish you could muster up the courage to speak, to explain that it was a genuine mistake and that you mean no harm. However, your voice remains trapped in your throat, leaving you feeling helpless and vulnerable under his gaze. The intensity of the moment hangs heavy in the air, making it clear that he holds all the power in this situation.

"Y/N!" Madame Ino's voice is shrill, and your wide eyes snap to her horrified look as she analyzes the situation.

"Ma'am!" Your speech finds you once again, and you scramble onto your knees, bowing deeply. "I am so sorry—"

"Leave!" She cuts you off, and there is an urgency in her voice that makes you run away immediately. You don't even bother to excuse yourself to the Madame or the Daimyo, preferring to be as far away as you can from the scene. Tears well up in your eyes as you flee, the weight of disappointment and shame weighing heavily on your shoulders. You can't help but wonder if this mistake will cost you your position in the teashop. It was a miracle the madame took you in anyway; you know that if she were to kick you out, you would never find a place as favourable as this one.

And for the rest of the evening, you aren't called to do anything anymore; instead, you sit in your room, biting anxiously at your fingers, awaiting Madame Ino's reprimand.

When the sun starts to rise, Miwa slides open the door with haste.

"Is it true?" She’s out of breath.

You can’t answer her; the only indication is the nervous tears that well up in your eyes, so she pats your back and tells you calming assurances that the Madame wouldn’t throw you out for something like that, and you two end up falling asleep beside each other.

When you wake up the next day, you don’t bother to relax, instead rushing to work, the anxiety of last night still eating at you.

That night, your footsteps are feather light; rooms seem to clean themselves as if by an apparition; not even Miwa can pin you down unless you are asleep beside her, curled up on the futon, and silently breathing. You feel the need to prove to Madame Ino that keeping you would not prove detrimental to her business. When she says you can stay, you almost burst into tears of joy. And as retribution for embarrassing the teashop, you now work yourself silly.

Yet you can't get the daimyo out of your head. He truly was ethereal. His presence was captivating, like a fleeting dream that lingered in your thoughts long after you woke. The way he carried himself with grace and authority left a lasting impression on you. It was as if his very essence was woven with a touch of otherworldliness, making it impossible to forget him. Truly, he must be a shikigami.

The more you think of that moment with him looking down on you, the more you start to feel like you can remember every little thing about it. His amused look in the dark of the moonlight, the perfume that crept around him, not too overpowering, and his nonchalant demeanour at the sight of a maid running into him.

"Y/N." The madame's voice pulls you from your reverie.

You turn on your heels, crouching to the floor in a bow and tilting your head down as you greet her. "Yes, Madame?"

But you don't hear her request. The uncharacteristic silence in the air is concerning enough for you to lift your eyes and witness, for the first time, the Madame in a state of anxiety. Her polished lips are littered with soft bite marks, and her gaze doesn't look at you but rather through you.

You open your mouth, about to ask what's the matter, she cuts you off.

"The Daimyo is calling for you." She utters.

Your heart drops. For what reason could he possibly wish to call on you? Except for the obvious reason that a woman is called for in a tea house. Your mind races, trying to come up with any other possible explanation for the Daimyo's summons. Perhaps he needs to have a room cleaned that he is not satisfied with. However, deep down, you cannot shake off the nagging feeling that it may indeed be related to the traditional role of women in a tea house.

Your mouth is too dry to respond with words. Madame Ino grabs your arms and hoists you up, the look in her eyes not getting any better as she once again bites her lip.

"There is no time to make you presentable." Her eyes survey your body, the sheer vision causing her brows to scrunch with worry.

Her sight locks with yours; in a moment, a hundred words are exchanged, and you know with absolute certainty the reason Lord Gojo has called for you. Your heart drops.

Madame Ino ushers you out of the room and along the corridor.

"When you get in there, rid yourself of your kimono." She tells you.

"But Madame," you plead, "I'm not a courtesan; I have no idea what to do."

"I know, child." Her eyes meet yours. "But you do not disobey the Daimyo."

As you make your way through the maze-like hallways, she gives you instructions in a hushed whisper. However, as you proceed, the erratic beating of your own heart begins to drown out your hearing. Only when you are stopped outside the room does your mind come back to you, but the Madame is already out of sight. Staring at the door, the weight of reality comes crashing down on your shoulders. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The thought of disobeying the Daimyo fills you with fear and uncertainty. With a trembling hand, you reach out and call out a small "excuse me" before sliding open the door.

With crossed legs and his head in his hand, he sits on the mat in the middle of the room. Your mind doesn't comprehend the fact that he isn't on the bed, only taking note of the piercing stare he has as he nods his head for you to step inside.

You quickly obey, shutting the door behind you before you stare dumbly at him. His gaze is fixed on you—the same predatory look that takes you back to your last meeting. The silence in the room is suffocating, making your heart race even faster. You struggle to find the right words to say, feeling cornered.

But then the Madame's words come rushing back to you, and your shaking hands reach for the collar of your kimono, pulling it down to show the slope of your shoulders. Lord Gojo's eyebrows raise slightly, but no other change in his expression sends doubt into your mind about whether or not he likes what he's seeing. With your shoulders exposed, the fabric gets caught, and the obi around your waist is too tight to allow the kimono to slip off your body. You don't know whether to mentally thank or curse Miwa for tying it so tight. With a huff, your fingers shakily move to your back in an attempt to free the obi, your eyes flitting to the Daimyo's to see a look of intrigue on his face.

Just as you manage to grasp what you need, a voice just outside the room calls, "I'm coming in."

The door opens too quickly for you to do anything. In your compromising attire, you come face-to-face with a tall man. The first thing you notice is the sheathed sword at his waist, indicative of a samurai, and with your head craning up, you find his look of horror planted on you.

With absolutely no grace, you squeal, nearly tripping over yourself as you back away and pull your kimono back up, the samurai in front of you holding up his hand to cover you from his sight as he sends a pointed glare towards the Daimyo.

"What is she doing?" He hisses, and your wide eyes snap to Lord Gojo.

With an amused smile on his face and a slight bounce in his shoulders, the Lord laughs.

"I don't know, to be honest." He says. "Without a word, she started undressing. You'd think I was paying her."

"What?" You squeak out, gaining the attention of both men. "You—you didn't call me here to..."

But you don't finish your question because the Daimyo throws his head back and lets out a deep and bellowing laugh. Though the sound was melodic, you couldn't help but feel immense heat in your face at the situation.

As the Daimyo's laughter subsides, he looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh, my dear," he says, his voice filled with amusement. "I called you here to discuss something of interest to myself and my friend, not for any other reason."

Relief washes over you as you realize your assumption was completely off-base. But you can't help but be curious about what the Daimyo and his samurai could possibly need from a maid like yourself.

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fortnight [2]

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pairing | Benny Miller x female!reader [Grace Stratford] summary | you somehow end up pretending to be Benny's girlfriend for two whole weeks. is your heart going to survive that? probably not. warnings | swearing a bit, mentions of certain body parts word count | 1k author's note | to be honest, i have no idea where i'm headed with this fic lol this time, we have some insights into benny's head. love him. english isn't my first language and this wasn't proofread. part one | masterlist | main masterlist

There was one thing in your plan, however, you hadn't accounted for. You'd have to share a bedroom with Benny for the next two weeks, and you were trying not to freak out because of that.

“Left or right side?” He asked, oblivious to what was going on inside of your head.

“Left,” you replied, and he happily tossed his pillow to the right side before plopping down, landing on his side and leaning his face in his palm and looking at you. His cap flew somewhere in the room.

Shit. Fourteen whole nights sleeping by his side. Jesus Christ, your heart definitely wasn’t going to survive.

“If we're gonna do this, we gotta settle a few things,” you said, sitting cross-legged in front of him.

“Shoot.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two. You?”

“Twenty-seven. How long has it been since you left the army?”

“This feels like twenty-one questions,” he said, making you laugh. “Six years. How long have you been in the Air Force?”

“Four years. Why did you leave?”

He looked at the ceiling. “It gets to a point when you just have enough, you know?” 

You nodded. Despite loving what you did, sometimes you felt that way, too. “Dad had just died, too, so I had enough,” he added. 

You nodded again.

“We need an excuse,” he said. “To why no one knew about us.”

“True. We could say... I don't know, we didn't wanna rush things and preferred to keep it low?” 

“Yeah, sounds good. Basic. I like it,” he said and yawned. “I need to take a nap. Carrying all my girlfriend's bags made me so tired.” 

He sighed dramatically, making you laugh at his theatrics and the way he said the word girlfriend.

 "Oh, shut up, it was just two bags,” you said, throwing your pillow at his face. His beautiful face. He effortlessly batted it away, sending it flying overhead, but, in doing so, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you, his strength making you land on top of him.

The laughter died in your throat when you realized just how dark his eyes were. You were straddling him, a leg on each side of his body and your palms splayed across his chest for support. His body was a rigid mass of muscle under you, your hands itching to travel all around his naked chest. He was so fucking hot, in both senses—the heat coming from him as arming you in all places. He slightly shifted and you went still when you felt the distinct outline of his cock through your clothes. It wasn't hard, but just a roll of your hips, and…

His eyes were boring holes into yours and you wanted to squirm. His hands circled your wrists. You took a breath of courage.

“There's something we didn't discuss”, you said in a meek voice, trying hard to get the words out under the intensity of his gaze.

“What?”

“PDA.”

Your voice sounded more breathy than you wanted it to. He chuckled, his body shaking slightly under you, sending vibrations up your body. You wanted to move so badly.

“I think we already established that won't be a problem,” he replied, and you wondered if he meant today, the heated kiss you shared, or two years ago, that night in his car? “But we can practice if y—”

Before he had the chance to finish the sentence that would make all your dreams come true, three rapid knocks sounded at the door before Maddie's voice came through.

“Grace? Can I come in?”

“Just a second,” you yelled back, you and Benny scrambling to your feet in seconds. “Come in!” 

She did. She took one look at you and at Benny and a smirk appeared on her lips. 

“Oooh, sorry I interrupted something, but I gotta steal Gracie for a bit,” she said, sitting at the corner of the bed as if she owned it. “Benny, shoo. Go get drunk or go fishing or whatever.”

He rolled his eyes and bent to press up his discarded cap. After putting it backwards—a silly thing, but it made you want to swoon nonetheless—, he pointed a finger at you.

“This conversation isn't over yet,” he said.

All you could do was nod, suddenly unable to speak.

***

Benny wanted to kick Will the moment he saw the grin on his brother's face.

“Shut up,” he said, breezing past him to grab a beer. To hell that it was only two in the afternoon—the day asked for one, and somewhere it was already five pm, right?

“I didn't even say anything!” Will argued.

Benny just raised an eyebrow at him, leaning on the kitchen counter in silence, waiting for whatever shit he was going to say

“But I gotta ask. How the hell are you suddenly dating Stratford?”

“It was her idea,” he replied with a sigh. "So I can make Sam jealous. She thinksI want her back.”

Benny accidently forgot to mention that it was Maddie's idea. She must have heard one of their conversations and misinterpreted the whole thing.

Suddenly, the expression on his brother's face turned dead serious. “And do you?”

“Hell no. Not in a million years,” Benny replied, a bitter taste on his mouth just by thinking of dating Samantha again. She left a bad taste for relationships for him, which was why he was single ever since. “You know who I want.”

Who he'd been wanting since she got in their lives, but he was too big of a dumbass to do something about it, even after their one night stand two years ago. And to think that, if it wasn't for Maddie, he'd probably have her exactly where he wanted her right now.

“So? What you waiting for?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “To be sure, I guess.”

Will placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes as serious as ever.

“Big brother advice. Don’t screw this up,” he said. He nodded. “If you want her, go for it. Now get over yourself and let's go fishing.”

Benny chuckled, a sudden feeling of resolve surging through his body. He didn't know exactly how, but yeah, he was going for it.

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➜ part three

[halfrican-heat]

Freakum (A. Levinson) (1/2)

SUMMARY: The reader has been seeing Ari Levinson-- her dad's best friend and her ex-boyfriend's uncle-- in secret. Lately, he hasn't been giving her the attention she needs. So, what happens when she cuts ties with her toxic ex and his mysterious uncle entirely? (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Curvy!Reader x DBF!Ari Levinson; Black!Reader x Ari Levinson

Warnings: Mild angst; Cursing; Age-gap (Reader is of legal age); Convoluted relationship; Toxic ex; Allusions to minor character death; AFAB body descriptors; Secret relationship

A/N: Hey, how y'all doing? Y'all good? Enjoy part one to this request I got for DBF!Ari. It's not exactly what I was asked for, but I do hope this suffices. Stay tuned for part two! Also, the time stamps on the phone are WRONG AF, I forgot to fix them. I'll remember for next time lmao. Beta'd by my bestie <3 -Lyv

Song Inspo: Freakum Dress - Beyoncé

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With a soft laugh, you set aside your phone. You were sure to get an earful from Tamisha in the car, but until then you were going to finish getting ready. Taking in your appearance, you swiped a pinky-nude across your lips before painting on a pink tinted gloss. Your deep brown liner blended with the softer tones and created a chocolatey contrast to the pink colors on your lips. Smirking, you started to pull your locs into an updo. 

You had done a soft beat to your face, accentuating your eyes with deep browns and glittery gold accents. The liner you did was sharp enough to draw blood and you were living for it. Your lashes were sitting almost as well as your tits in the salacious little dress you had chosen for the evening. 

You hadn’t worn this particular dress since your freshman year of college. In the four years since then, you had gained a little more weight. When you pulled the dress out, you weren’t even sure it would suit your new body let alone fit. Somehow, though, the little garment surprised you in more ways than one.

Short and backless, the cheetah print dress clung to your curves in the most sinful way possible. Cleavage spilled from the ruched, cowled neckline and the hem curved just below your bottom, accentuating the bounty you carried behind you. The heels you had chosen to compliment the dress did wonders for your legs, making them look as if they went on for miles. 

Needless to say, you sex on wheels and ready to wreak havoc. 

Your phone vibrated on the counter, probably Tamisha alerting you that she was waiting outside. Ignoring it, you finished tying up your hair and packed a small purse. Moments later, the phone vibrated again in rapid succession. Scoffing quietly, you shook your head at your friend’s persistence and snatched the phone up. 

“This bitch,” You mumbled to yourself. “Not her tryna be on time for once.”

Another vibration rang out. You smacked your teeth.

“And then tryna rush me. No, ma’am!”

You prepared to shoot off a text telling your friend to “hold her damn horses” only to freeze at the name floating across your screen. Opening the messages, you bit your lip. A hot flush ran through your body as you weighed your options, uncertain of what to do. Annoyance as well as arousal coursed through you at his sudden interest after he ghosted you for three weeks.

See, Ari Levinson wasn’t exactly a man that could be ignored. 

Levinson was a powerhouse in architecture. At the age of twenty-three, he started working for Milton Family Construction in Macon, Georgia. What was once just a family business soon became a fierce competitor in the world of construction. The addition of Levinson to the company’s team not only won them lucrative contracts with big name corporations but ushered in a new era of innovative thinking. Levinson’s ability to conceptualize near impossible blueprints and turn them into reality created various opportunities for the company to grow and expand their reach. It only made sense that when George Milton retired, he placed his company in Levinson’s care-- the first non-family member to inherit Milton Family Construction. 

Eventually, Levinson set his sights on expanding the company to other parts of Georgia and surrounding Southern areas. Of course, however, Levinson’s constructional genius had people from all over the world seeking him out to spearhead various projects-- from commercial construction to abstract residential floor plans. By his late twenties, Levinson had become one of the richest men in the country and, now in his early forties, has finally decided to settle into partial retirement. 

Yes, Ari Levinson was not a man that could be ignored. But your reasoning for such a thought was drastically different from those of the “construction” kind. 

Simply put, Ari Levinson was a fox. A silver one at that, with grays in his hair and beard that made you weak in the knees. He had a megawatt smile that dazzled the socks off you and a sexy, rumbling voice that scratched an itch you never knew you had. He spoke with you, took an interest in the things you liked. He lit you up inside in ways you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. 

And he was your father’s best friend. 

The two went way back, to a time before corporate architecture and multi-million dollar constructions companies. Childhood friends who grew up down the street from one another and happened to be in the same classes up until college. It was a tale as old as time. So, as a result, when your father settled down in Savannah to raise his little family, it only made sense for Ari to find himself a permanent home there as well. After all, your father was the only family Ari had left. 

Aside from his pain-in-the-ass nephew, Darius. Who was also your ex. 

Talk about convoluted, right?

But none of that mattered anyway because, as far as you were concerned, Ari Levinson and his dumbass nephew could burn in hell. One was a narcissistic serial cheater and the other…well. That was entirely too much for you to unpack in one sitting. 

So, you decided to put all that shit behind you. All you wanted was to get stupid drunk and post a few thirst traps. No more, no less.

With a sigh, you put your phone in your purse and took one last look in the mirror. Ignoring your vibrating purse, you headed downstairs and paused at the bottom. You took a moment to observe your father. He was resting in his easy chair, watching a football game on the television. Well, more like sleeping through a football game. You smiled fondly, walking over to cover him with the afghan your mama knitted years ago. Your heart clenched painfully at the thought. 

He startled a little before relaxing at your presence, humming quietly in acknowledgement. 

“Don’t wait up, papa. I’m going out with Tam,” you said softly, kissing his head. “I’ma spend the night at her place.”

“Alright, shug,” He drawled, shifting slightly. “Be careful.”

“You know I will, pa.”

Patting his shoulder gently, you crossed over to the hall closet and grab a stylish jacket to match your outfit and defend against the cool, fall evening. Your father’s voice called out moments later and you felt your back to go ramrod straight at his words. 

“By the way, Levinson asked ‘bout you a little while ago.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Your cheeks burned and you prayed your father couldn’t hear the nerves in your voice. 

“Yeah. Just checkin’ in. Said he ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout you in a while. Wondered if you and that boy was still seein’ each other. I tol’ him that sonofabitch nephew o’ his could kick rocks.”

“Bet he got a hoot out of that,” You said awkwardly, shrugging your jacket on.

“Sure did. Laughed his lilly-white ass off.” Your papa replied. “He was just seein’ how we were doing with everything. Ever since, well, anyway. He was just checking in.”

You watched him for a moment as he fiddled with the afghan, his fingers delicately tracing the designs woven into the blanket. Another pang ran through your chest.

“Yeah...that was…that was nice of him,” You replied slowly. “Didn’t have to do that.”

"Yeah, well he was fond of your mother. She always made him feel like part of the family."

Silence hung awkwardly in the air. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling like your skin was being pricked by a thousand needles. Your father stroked the afghan, almost in a daze. You pulled the hem of your dress down self-consciously. He looked over at you, his eyes heavy and seemed to want to speak. Uncertainty flashed in his eyes. He went back to quietly stroking the afghan muttering, “Yep. Good ol’, Levinson.” 

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Well, I gotta go! I see Tam’s headlights out the window. Love you, bye!”

Without waiting for a response, you dashed out the front door and into the cold air of the night. Of course, you hadn’t actually seen Tam’s lights through the window. So, you were standing outside waiting for her frequently late ass to show up. You huffed, taking a seat on the porch. That girl couldn’t get nowhere on time-- even if her damn life depended on it. 

You pulled out your phone, checking to see if she had texted. Instead, you were greeted to several missed calls from Ari and two from Darius. At that moment, a new message from Ari popped up on your screen. Hesitating briefly, you opened the text. 

You smirked at the message. You were riling him up, and when Ari was riled up...well, it always ended up rather interesting for you. Deciding to push your luck, you quickly responded before you could second guess yourself. 

There was a brief lull in the conversation. A full minute passed, making you anxious. Then, he finally answered. Scoffing at his reply, you shot back your response.

Then, you turned your phone without a second thought. Pocketing it, you allowed a smug grin to overtake your face. The headlights of Tamisha’s car served as the spotlight for the devious plan taking center stage in your mind. If Ari wanted to ghost you, and come back three weeks later like he owned the place, then two could play that game. The next time you saw Ari, you were going to have him begging on his knees for you. 

Little did you know that “next time” would be in a matter of hours. 

A/N: It took forever to get these pictures formatted properly. I hope y'all enjoyed. Stay tuned!

[november-rayne]

Chapter Twelve: Discoveries

Chapter Summary: The day after the feast brings new facts to light.

Word Count: 4150

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Loki being a pest, making out

Chapter Index

Loki was working in his office, writing a letter to his trade contact in Svartalfheim, when there was a knock on the door.

“Enter,” Loki called.

“Good morning, Brother!” Thor boomed as he entered. “How does this glorious day find you?” He walked over to the window and took a deep breath. “Glorious day.” He repeated to himself as he looked out over the palace grounds.

“Someone is in a good mood.”

“Naturally!” Thor turned back to Loki. “I thought I might accompany you to the gymnasium. Are you ready?”

“I just need to finish this correspondence. I will be just a minute.”

“Sure, sure. Take your time.” Thor smiled widely as he made his way around Loki’s office. He picked up ledgers, flipped through them, and put them down. He studied the framed maps of the Nine that hung on the walls. He ran his fingers along the spines of the books on the tall bookshelves.

Loki could not help but notice Thor’s demeanor as he paced around his office. He was practically vibrating with excited energy. He finished the letter and gathered a stack of papers from his desk.

“I am ready if you are. After you.” Loki locked the door on the way out and handed his work to his assistant Karl, sitting at the desk just outside.

“These,” he separated part of the stack, “go to the King for approval. These need to be copied and distributed to the trade council. These can be filed. And please take these to the courier to go out in tomorrow’s post.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Right away, sir.” Karl bowed and started walking through the large, shared office area.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Thor said as they started off toward the gymnasium. “All that paperwork. It would bore me to tears.”

“It is not so bad. I am good at it, and Father appreciates my work.”

Thor nodded. Loki could tell that his mind had already wandered from their conversation. “So, brother mine, where did you disappear to last night? Were you not enjoying the feast?”

“What? Oh, yes,” Thor smiled widely, “the feast was wonderful!”

“But you left early?”

“I mean, that depends on what you consider early. I finished my dinner, drank some ale, and retired. How late did you and Lady Sigyn stay? Did you dance with her? She looked lovely last night.”

Thor was deflecting, and Loki knew it. But why? “She looks lovely always. And yes, we danced for hours.”

“Ah, yes, very good.” Thor was beaming. “Did you walk her back to her chambers?”

“I did.”

“And?” Thor made a motion with his hands for more. “Did you kiss her?”

Loki studied Thor’s face for a few moments. His eyes were shining, and a sense of joy emanated from his entire body.

“You had sex!” Loki turned to face Thor and started walking backward to see his reaction.

“What!? No, I did not!

“Lies! Tell me, who was it?” Loki was grinning like a madman.

“Keep your voice down, would you?”

“A secret lover? Thor, this is very unlike you.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You most certainly do. You cannot lie to me, Brother.”

“Loki, please, just leave this for now.”

“Are you embarrassed? There is nothing to be shy about. Wait, was it bad?”

“No, it was incredible.” Thor was beyond flustered.

“So, you admit it! You had sex last night. I am a genius.” Loki turned and started walking forward again. “Tell me everything.”

“Ok, fine, I admit it. I had sex last night…and again this morning.” Thor smiled widely. “But that is all you are getting out of me, so stop prying.”

“Prude.”

“Hardly.” Thor gave Loki a wink.

“Ah, you are killing me. I need details!”

“I do not kiss and tell, but you do, so tell me about you and Sigyn.”

“Ah, fine.” Loki took a deep breath and decided to leave it for now. “It took everything in my power not to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my rooms. It is strange; I think that she wants me too.”

“Why is that strange? Men and women alike throw themselves at you daily.”

“I don’t know.” Loki thought on that for a moment. “She is a proper Lady.”

“Don’t be thick.” Thor shook his head. “She is a Lady, no question. But she is also a woman. A full-grown woman with needs, just like anyone else.”

“I cannot let myself think about fulfilling those needs, even if she did want me to. I promised Mother I would keep my hands to myself,” Loki frowned.

“I guess you will just have to marry her,” Thor grinned.

“Why do you care if I marry her or not?”

“Because of the way your face looks when you think about her. The way your voice sounds when you talk about her. She makes you happy.”

“Stop it. I barely know her.”

“Loki, I have known you your whole life. I have never, ever seen anyone affect you like this.”

Loki’s thoughts automatically brought back memories from the night before. The balcony, the dancing, the kiss… His cheeks warmed at the memory.

“You are thinking about her now, aren’t you? Your face betrays you.”

“I was thinking about her luscious lips on mine.”

“So, she did let you kiss her?”

“She did.”

“And? Come on, do not hold back now.”

“There is nothing more to tell. I delivered her back to her chambers, kissed her goodnight, returned to my room, and seduced myself… twice.”

Thor laughed out loud.

“She is…extraordinary. I am so conflicted. I do not know what to do.”

“Why are you fighting so hard against this? Marry her, make some babies, and live happily ever after.”

“But what is the catch?”

“Why does there have to be a catch?”

“There is always a catch.”

“What? Are you scared that she has ugly feet hiding in her slippers? Or that she kicks puppies for fun? What are you afraid of?”

Loki thought for a minute as they walked. “I wish it were as simple as that. I am afraid of a great many things. What if I fall in love with her and she does not feel the same? What if we are happy, and I lose her in childbirth? What if we do have children, and she loses interest in me? Or I lose interest in her? I do not want to hurt her. What if I hate living in the North? What if she falls from her horse and forgets who I am? What if…”

“You are going to give yourself grey hairs. You cannot deny yourself a chance at happiness because you are afraid of many scenarios that may never happen. Talk to Mother about your concerns. Talk to Sigyn. I am sure you are not the only one who has had these thoughts.”

“Maybe you are right.”

“Of course, I am. I am older and wiser. Do not forget that.”

“Well, you are older, at least.”

Thor pushed Loki into a nearby topiary.

“Rude!” Loki yelled as he ran to catch up, brushing leaves out of his hair.

oOXOo

When the pair finally arrived at the outdoor corridor that led to the palace gymnasium, they could hear the women before they could see them. The clang of swords, the thud of shields, the grunts and shouts as the women lunged and parried. Thor picked up his pace and practically ran to the doors, unable to hide his excitement. He held the door open for Loki and followed him inside.

Sif and Sigyn were dressed similarly in leather boots, form-fitting trousers, and tight sleeveless tops that exposed their mid-drifts. Sif’s raven hair was tied up in a messy knot on top of her head. Sigyn’s hair was pulled back into a ponytail braided to the end. Both women were covered in a sheen of sweat and had the same rosy coloring on their cheeks.

“Is this Valhalla? Did we die on the way down here and I did not notice?” Loki asked without taking his eyes off the ladies as they spared.

“I…I…” Thor shook his head, “Norns…”

“Let’s take a break,” Sif said when she noticed the guys by the door. “We have visitors.” She motioned to the princes with her practice sword. “Good day, Your Highnesses!” She sunk into a curtsey, and Sigyn turned around and did the same.

“Good day, ladies!” Loki called as he made his way across the gym.

Thor grabbed a couple of towels from a cart and followed.

“Remind me never to cross either of you.” Loki slid an arm around Sigyn and kissed her cheek.

“Your Highness, please, I am a mess.”

“You have never looked more beautiful. What is that?” Loki’s eyes stopped at the emerald stud above Sigyn’s belly button.

“Oh,” she fingered her navel piercing self-consciously, “it is a common body modification on Midgard. I had it done on my last visit. I thought my mother was going to take my head off.” She giggled playfully. “Her face when she saw it made the pain worth it.” She looked up to Loki; he was still staring at her belly. “Do you…like it?” she asked tentatively.

Loki looked at her; his eyes were full of want. “I like it very much.” His voice came out gruffly. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching it. “So,” Loki cleared his throat again, “Lady Sif, how is the training session going?”

Sif looked from Thor to Loki. “Sigyn is a natural.” She took one of the towels from Thor and patted her neck. “She is fierce, strong, and a quick learner. A perfect combination.”

Loki beamed at Sigyn. “The kitten has claws.” He raised her hand to his lips.

“And do not forget it, Your Highness.” She winked at him.

“You two are adorable.” Sif teased as she watched the pair.

“Ruggedly handsome, if you please, Sif.” Loki returned his hands behind his back.

“Ruggedly adorable?” Sif laughed.

Thor laughed a little too loudly at that. Loki suddenly noticed how Thor’s body was angled toward her and the way he was looking at Sif.  Loki narrowed his eyes as he noticed a light purple kiss mark on the nape of Sif’s neck. Realization dawned on him, and he opened his eyes wide, looking back and forth between the pair.

“Loki…” Thor warned when he noticed his face. “Loki, I asked you to leave it.”

“What the Hel? When did this start?”

“You told him!” Sif punched Thor in the shoulder.

“I did not! The weasel figured it out on his own. He is too clever for his own good. Ow, stop hitting me.” Thor was trying to block and dodge Sif’s pummeling fists.

“What is going on?” Sigyn asked.

“The reason Thor left the feast early,” Loki was laughing, “he was playing house with Sif.”

Sif growled at Loki and stomped her foot, “Enough!”

Loki threw his hands up in defense. “Okay. Okay. Peace, Sif. I mean no disrespect. The secrecy just took me by surprise. You make a fine pair. Why sneak around?”

“Loki, this is still new.” Thor placed his hand on Sif’s shoulder. “We are still trying to determine what we want this to be. So, please, do me a favor and do not push me on this.”

“You could have confided in me.”

Thor looked at Loki, stricken, the pain evident on his face, “You were not here.” Sif put a hand on Thor’s arm to comfort him.

“Right.” Loki looked at his feet. “Well, if it makes any difference, I approve.”

“Would you two like to join us?” Sigyn offered to break up the awkward silence. “We could take turns sparring.

The Princes exchanged a mischievous look. “No, thank you, My Lady. We will watch for a while if you do not mind,” Thor said.

“I do not mind, Your Highness.” Sigyn smiled, “As long as it is all right with Sif?” She looked to Sif for confirmation.

“Stay out of our way and keep your comments to yourself,” Sif threw her sweaty towel at Thor as she walked back to the center of the gym, “and you may stay.”

The guys parked themselves on the bench along the wall. When they were out of earshot, Sif whispered to Sigyn, “How would you like to show these boys something that will keep them awake tonight?”

“That sounds like fun. What did you have in mind?”

“These boys came here for a show; let’s give them a show. Just follow my lead.” They put their shields and practice swords back on the rack. “We are going to work on hand-to-hand combat now,” Sif called to the princes.

“Oh, I see where this is going,” Sigyn whispered, “You are wicked.”

“Just try not to laugh.” Sif led her to the circle painted on the center of the floor. “Try to stay on your feet.”

Sigyn had the height advantage, and Sif had the speed and experience. Sigyn planted her feet and raised her hands in defense. Sif lunged. Sigyn tried to deflect, but Sif was quick. She swept her legs from under her, and Sigyn landed on her back. Sif pinned her arms by her head. “Try to get free; your life may depend on it one day.” Sigyn writhed and wriggled under Sif, trying to get free. “Use those long legs to your advantage!”

Sigyn nodded, brought a leg up, and rocked her hips to shift Sif from her position. It was just enough momentum to tip Sif sideways; Sigyn quickly flipped Sif onto her back and pinned her to the ground. Sif’s legs were wrapped around Sigyn’s waist.

“Loki… we should probably go,” Thor said, not taking his eyes off the women as they rolled around together on the floor.

“No way in Hel.” Loki was also transfixed on the pair. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

Sif stood and offered a hand to help Sigyn off the floor. “Good job!” Sif gave Sigyn’s butt a playful slap. “Now, let’s work on keeping you upright. Show me your stance.” Sigyn planted her feet just like before. “No, no. Your feet need to be further apart.” Sif moved behind Sigyn and ran her hands over her hips. She put her foot between her legs and scooted her feet further apart. “Good, now bend your knees slightly. Good girl. Tighten your core,” Sif ran a hand up Sigyn’s stomach, “angle your body, yes, good, just like that.”

Sigyn placed her hands on top of Sif’s. “Like this? Is this how you want me?”

“Oh, sweet Valhalla.” Thor ran his hand down his face.

Sif walked around to face Sigyn. “Keep your shoulders angled this way,” she placed her hands on her shoulders, then put her hand over Sigyn’s heart. “Be sure to keep your chest up, shoulders back. Perfect. Yes, just like that. Good girl!” Sif winked at her.

“How does she look, boys?” Sif called to the princes as she slipped her arm around her waist.

Loki cleared his throat, “Yes, very good!”

Thor could only manage a thumbs up.

“Excellent. Well, I think that is enough for today.” Sif gave Sigyn’s ass another slap. “Let's go get cleaned up.” The ladies made their way toward the princes.

“Sif,” Sigyn put her hand on Sif’s shoulder. “I cannot thank you enough for taking time out of your busy schedule to work with me. I appreciate it.” Sigyn hugged Sif and rested her hands on her lower back.

“It has been my pleasure.” Sif ran her hands up and down her back. “Any time you need me, I am here.”

Sigyn pulled back enough so that their faces were close. “You are the best.”  She kissed her cheek.

“Awe, you are the sweetest.” Sif kissed her back.

“Shower?” Sigyn raised an eyebrow at Sif.

“Sounds amazing.”

“Are you two trying to kill us both?” Loki stood and separated the two ladies.

“What are you talking about? I am so dirty. I need a shower.” Sigyn looked at him innocently while he walked her backward.

“You will not fool me again with that innocent routine.” Loki pressed her against the wall.

“The two of you behave; you are not yet married,” Thor called after them.

Loki raised his eyebrows at him. Sif was pulling him by the hand toward the shower room. “Go have fun and leave me to my business.”

Thor saluted him, picked Sif up bridal style, and headed to the showers.

“I would not advise going in there for a while.” He said as he turned his attention back to Sigyn. “Now, what to do with you? That little show you and Sif put on had the intended effect.” Loki placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I don't know what you are talking about. It was you who decided to sit in on my training. I am innocent.”

“Hmmm…You are many things; innocent is not one of them.”

Sigyn averted her eyes, “Does that matter to you? That I am not innocent?”

Loki studied her momentarily, “Are you asking if I care that you are not a virgin?” Sigyn gave an affirmative nod. “No, it makes no difference to me. You are just barely younger than I am. I could not imagine living all these years and not…experiencing all that life has to offer. The rules should not differ just because you are a woman, and I am a man.”

“Loki…” Sigyn raised her eyes to his. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. After a moment, she said, “I don't know what to say.”

“Do you remember your first time?” Loki asked.

Sigyn giggled, “Of course I do.”

“Tell me about yours, and I will tell you about mine.”

Sigyn eyed him warily, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” Loki gave her a mischievous smile.

“Ok, well, I was studying abroad.”

“How old were you?”

“Four fifty? Four sixty?”

Loki sat on the floor with his back against the wall and motioned for Sigyn to join him. She lowered herself to sit beside him, but he pulled her into his lap instead.

“Go on.” He pulled her close, and she rested her head on his shoulder and reached up to play with the ends of his hair.

“Ok, so I was studying abroad. A girl in my archery class caught my attention on the first day, but I was a lot shier back then-”

“A girl?”

“Yes, why?”

“Nothing, continue.”

“As I said, I was shy and did not know how to communicate my feelings. So, I would ensure I got to my lesson early to get the spot near hers. I would ask her for advice on my form. Just any excuse to talk to her, I would take.”

“What did she look like?”

“My height, short blonde hair, deep blue eyes. A bone structure that puts yours to shame.” Loki scoffed. “You do not corner the market on cheekbones, Your Highness.” Sigyn kissed his cheek.

“Hmmm, very well. Continue.”

“Let’s see. Well, let me skip to the good part?”

“By all means.” He rested a hand on her hip.

“Ok, so, after months of flirting back and forth, we were out for a ride when we got caught in a storm. We took shelter in a long-abandoned hunting cabin, huddled together to keep warm; one thing led to another… you know what happens next.”

“No, I do not! Tell me. In great detail. Leave nothing out.”

Sigyn slapped his arm. “Stop it.”

“What?’ Loki moved her so that she was straddling his lap. “Did you�� enjoy it?”

She studied his face. He seemed naturally curious. “Yes.”

“Did you… enjoy it more than once?”

Sigyn smiled, “Yes.”

“Did she use her hand or her mouth?”

“Loki!”

“What?!” He rubbed his thumbs over her knees where his hands were resting. “I want to know.”

“Both.”

He hummed in approval, “Did you reciprocate?”

Sigyn continued playing with his hair. “I tried my best. I did not know what the Hel I was doing,” she laughed. “She was very patient with me.”

Loki chuckled, “Well, practice makes perfect.”

“Indeed.”

They sat quietly for a moment, just enjoying being close to each other.

“Can I kiss you again?”

Sigyn smiled, “Are you trying to get out of telling me about your first time?”

“Absolutely not. Although your story is much better than mine.”

“Spill it.”

“Kiss me first.”

Sigyn put her hands on Loki’s shoulders and leaned her forehead against his. He put his hands on her face and kissed her softly. He felt the same electric heat as the first time.

Their kisses slowly became more urgent. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to his body. She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip.

Loki moaned. He kissed her neck just under her ear, trailed his kisses all along her jaw, and then back again. He kissed down the column of her neck to where it met her shoulder, giving her a little nip with his teeth.

“I am sweaty and dirty,” Sigyn protested.

“You taste delicious.” Loki moved to kiss her again, but she pulled back.

“You owe me a story, Your Highness.”

“Tyrant.” He tugged her ponytail, “Oh, very well.” He adjusted them to get more comfortable.

“How old were you?”

“I believe I had just started secondary school, two thirty.” He twirled the end of Sigyn’s braid around his finger.

“All through primary school, I was scrawny and lanky; I was all arms and legs. As you can imagine, I was teased relentlessly. It did not help that my older brother was Thor. He was born to be a warrior. He never had an awkward phase. I was always compared to the golden boy by my peers. My mother always told me I would fill out eventually, not to compare myself to my brother. I was a late bloomer.”

“I bet you were adorable.”

“Of course, I was… in my mother’s eyes.” Loki laughed, “That did not help me get the attention of the girls I had crushes on.”

“Those wenches.”

Loki laughed, “Indeed. Well, anyway, our family traveled abroad between primary and secondary school. When I showed up for class the first day back, I had grown several inches and put on quite a bit of muscle. I was unprepared for all the attention I started receiving. Girls, boys, teachers...”

Sigyn gaped, “You slept with a teacher?”

“We are telling our first-time story, not our most scandalous time story.” Loki grinned at her.

“Very well, continue. But I do want to hear that story someday.”

“I had gotten detention for releasing a hoard of bullfrogs in the middle of a school assembly-”

“How in the Nine-”

“Not the point, darling. Focus.”

Sigyn laughed, “Sorry, go on.”

“It was after school. I was serving my punishment, cleaning the assembly hall, when two girls from my Midgardian history class snuck in. They challenged me to a game of truth or dare. One thing led to another, and you know what happens next.”

“Oh no. You do not get to skip over that. Two? Your first time?”

“It was sensory overload. I went from never kissing a girl to having two mouths on me at once.”

“Two mouths… everywhere?” Sigyn raised an eyebrow.

“Everywhere.” Loki laughed when Sigyn shivered. He ran his fingertips up and down her arms. Goosebumps rose on her skin. “Are you cold, kitten?”

Sigyn swallowed hard, “No, no, I am good.”

Their heads snapped toward the shower room as a long low moan echoed from within. They both burst out laughing.

“Sounds like things are heating up in there.”

“We had better get out of here before we hear any more.”

“Good idea.” Sigyn stood and helped Loki to his feet. “Escort me back to my chambers?”

“Are your parents home?” He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Yes, why? Did you want to play a game of truth or dare?”

He placed a hand over his heart. “My dear lady, I am a prince and a gentleman. I simply wanted to deliver you safely back into the care of your family.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Because I hoped you might want to steal a few more kisses.” She slid her hand behind his head and pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips moved together beautifully.

“Aah, oh yes…” Thor’s voice echoed through the large room.

Loki broke their kiss, “Go!” He grabbed Sigyn’s hand as they ran from the gym, laughing as they went.

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[sbizz25]

Chp 2

It has been many years since that incident. Isla has adopted Y/n as a daughter, and they quickly get along since Isla's quirk is Earth just like Y/n's. So Isla could only train Y/n's earth side.

Isla : "Come on Y/n it's time to train! Put on you blind fold!"

Y/n : "Really again Isla"

Isla : "Don't complain! It's part of your training, now Hurry Up!"

Isla wanted Y/n to see from her Pov since she can't see. She taught her how to make sense of it like sensing the vibration through the ground. Around their surroundings giving a mental image of it. Also allowing them to have a 360 version. They could tell how many people were there by their breathing, heartbeat, body heat, etc. Isla uses semi-sense as a daily thing since she is blind. Just like Toph from the Avatar. Isla could tell when they're lying but Y/n can't do that just breathing and body heat.

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( This is around S2 Ep16-19 After the Hero Killer or after they came back to school after training with pro-heros)

Y/n : "Isla have you been checking the mail lately? "

Isla : "Of course I have , why would you think that?!"

Y/n: "SuUre I'm going to check just in case cause we haven't gotten mail in a while." Y/n went downstairs to check the box, and when she opened the box a bunch of papers came flying out of the box. Y/n sighs "God damn it Isla." She grabs all the papers and brings them up the stairs into the apartment. She was looking through the stack of papers and saw a letter from UA. She was furious and kicked open the door of the apartment.

Y/n : "Isla! You lied to Me!".

Isla stands up "Ahh No! I would never lie to you, the Audacity! mph!

Y/n : "Isla you're facing the wall, I'm over here".

Isla : "Ohh!". Turns to Y/n. "what was I saying ohh yea , I never lie!"

Y/n: " Ohh really then what is this then!" shows her the letter.

Isla: "Geez I wonder what is it, Remember I Am Blind !"

Y/n : " Oops, it's a letter from UA"

Isla : " Oh my god you got into UA!"

Y/n: "Yeah but it was weeks ago, I don't know if they would still accept me."

Isla: "Ooff yea". Gets her white cane. "Don't worry sweet heart I'm sure you'll get in , I have my ways". Y/n : "yyay I guess".

Isla: " But double check if your dumb add did actually got in and we will go to UA tomorrow child, cause I'm going to sleep , I need my beauty sleep."

       Time Skip: To UA In The Principal's Office Nezu: " Lady Isla what brings you and your daughter here today?" President Mic, Midnight, and EaserHead were there also in the office.

Isla: "Ahh yes so my lovely daughter Y/n got into UA but you see we just found out yesterday at night".

President Mic: "?? How we sent out those letters to everyone weeks ago!"

Midnight: " Isn't kind of too late for her to join or—"

Nezu: " I mean she did get in but Y/n might be a bit behind".

Isla: " Yes, I could train her at home to make up the missing work, I mean I am a pro hero plus SomeBody Named Aizawa Owes Me a Favor Cause of Last Time—"

Aizawa: " Ok! ok! Deal, Y/n can be here in UA and she will be in my class!" Then whispers to Nezu "Plz Nezu just this once, this bitch is crazy!"

Nezu whispered back to him: "Fine but you're going to be in charge of her if anything happens it's on you". Looks back at Isla. Nezu: " Uhh alright then". Stamps the paper "Y/n is accepted and she will start going to school tomorrow, make sure you have your uniform and Midnight will tell you the rest".

Midnight: "Ok Y/n I'll show you around the school and rules tomorrow".                Time Skip: Morning Time Isla with pots and pans banging together "wakey Wakey Batch, it's time for school you don't want to be late!"

Y/n rises up from her bed "Uhh! fine i'll get up" Isla: " Ok you have 15 mins and the food is ready on the table"                          Skip 15 mins Later Isla: " Y/n! Are you ready ?!" Y/n grabs a waffle and eats it on the way " yea I am".

Isla opens a hole on the ground and they get in and heads towards UA. Isla dropped off Y/n and she went to side to meet up with Midnight to show her around the school.

Midnight: " Alright Y/n down the hall to the right is where Class 1A is"

Y/n: "Okie thanks". Midnight: " Ok I see you later than, they need me somewhere else bye".

Y/n started to head towards Class 1 A. Y/n mind "I really don't want to socialize with humans". She arrived at the door "Alright I guess there's no turning back".

Aizawa : "The written exam is only one element, there's also the practical portion to worry about. Good Luck". Looks where Y/n was standing next to the door. "Also we have a new student, Come on in". Y/n walks inside.

Aizawa: "This is Y/n, she is going to be with us starting today, please try to get along with her. Don't scare her away". Then hands her some paperwork too.

Aizawa: " I'll get going now, Y/n just fine a seat and sit down and do some of the paper work". Y/n walks to a seat between Iida and Uraraka just ignoring the class complaining about Mid Term.

Momo : "This is Wonderful, Yes let's do it!"

All group : "alright right!"

Momo: "Okay then, we can hold a study section at my residence over the weekend"

Mina: "Seriously?! I can't wait to see your fancy digs"

Momo: " Oh! I must call mother and have her prepare the great hall for us to set up; it'll be the perfect spot"

All group : "Great Hall!!??"

Y/n mind " Jesus Christ, how rich is this bitch, I only live in a studio that is broken down with a crazy lady".

Momo: "What kind of tea does everyone like, I'll have her make sure we're stocked"

All group : " That's over killed"

Momo: " In my family blah blah blah we'll of course the new girl will join us right ?!" turns to looks at     Y/n. " Uhh M-me?" pints at herself.

Momo: " Yes! I'll start preparing everything and blah blah".

Y/n goes back going her work and someone near her has been looking at her since she came in. ?? : "She looks very similar like I have seen her before"

Time Skip: Weekend; All The Group Arrived at Momo's House

Denki: "Wow... I knew her family had cash but I didn't know she was this rich!" They ranged the doorbell.

Momo on the speaker : " I've been waiting for you, Everyone please come on in" All of the group sat down on the dinner table

Ojiro: " I couldn't feel anymore out of place right now"

Sero: "Yea me too" Momo comes in with a cart of food. Y/n mind :" yes finally food"

Momo: "Is something wrong"

All Group: "No Everything Is Perfect!"

Study Session Over : Skip Exam Day

Aizawa: " Alright put your pencils down, the last person in each row bring the answer sheets to me"

Mina: "Thanks so much for all your help"

Denki: " I didn't left anything blank at least"

Skip: The Written Exams Were Over it was Time for the Practical Exam Aizawa: "Now then let's begin the last test, it's possible to fail this final if you wanna go camping, then don't make any stupid mistakes"

Jiro: "Why are all the teachers here?!"

Aizawa: " I expect many of you have gathered information and believe you have some idea of what you'll be faced today"

Denki: "We're fighting this big old metal robot!" Mina: "FireWork! S'Mores, Here we come, Camp!"

Nezu : " actually this year's test will be completely different for various reasons" All group : "Principal Nezu?!"

Momo : " You're changing things ??!"

Nezu: " The test now has a new focus, there will be HeroWork, of course, but also teamwork and combat between actual people. So what does that mean for you? Your students will be working together in pairs and your opponent will be one of our esteemed UA teachers. Isn't that!* Fabulous *!"

All group: "We're fighting the teachers !?" Aizawa: "Additionally your partners and opponents have already been chosen etc blah blah and for the last pair is Midnight Vs Sero and Mineta Ohh yea One last thing Y/n you're sitting out this one since you. and late to class. So you just have to take notes for each fight but if you don't You'll fail too"

Mina : "Ahh what ! Lucky Y-n" Hugging her Y/n : " Yea I know "

Time Skip: All battles Are Finished

Y/n reviewing her thoughts. Y/n mind: " Ahh so that's all my classmate's quirks huh, Hmmm what's his name again Ohh yeah Shoto Todoroki, he has 2 quirks like me". She looks over at Todoroki and stares at him. Y/n mind " he looks cute I think I might  like him"

                             To Be Continued

[twilightinanotherlife]

It’s Complicated

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3]

Fandom: The Twilight Saga x Life and Death Twilight Reimagined

Pairing: Bella Swan/Edythe Cullen

Rating: Teen

Summary: Edythe drives Bella to the auto shop so that the later can pick up her truck. Bella goes on her first hunting trip since arriving in Forks.

Word count: 2,948

(Bella’s P.O.V)

Saturday rolled around and it brought with it a truck bedload of anticipation. I slept in today finally crawling out of bed just before noon. As I threw together a ham and egg sandwich for brunch, I noticed that my senses were getting weak. It always started with my senses. First it was my eyes. Usually, I could see the air particles dancing around and everything was in pristine clarity. But bit by bit the air particles faded away and the colors began to dim. Then it was my sense of smell. Normally I could smell raindrops in the clouds before they fell from the sky. So, imagine my surprise when I heard the sound of rain hitting my roof and I had not anticipated it. In hindsight I should have. I do currently live in a rainforest.

It wasn’t a hindrance really. My senses were just fine, by human standards, it only meant that I would need to hunt soon. The cattle blood in my refrigerator wasn’t cutting it anymore. After I ate, I found my phone in my room and saw that I had a missed call from Edythe. My ringer had been turned off and I had not heard the vibrations I normally would have. Add that to the list of reasons why I need to go hunting this weekend. I called Edythe back. Once the small talk was done, Edythe asked when it would be a good time to pick me up. I told her whenever was fine and she said she’d see me soon. I hopped in the shower for a quick wash and threw on some clothes.

I had just pulled on my raincoat when I heard a car pull into my driveway. I should have been able to hear Edythe’s car from miles away. Yep, definitely going hunting this weekend. There was a rhythmic knock on my door. Even though I knew who would be behind it, it still brightened my day to see her. But it was also bittersweet in a way. I was determined that today was the last day I would spend with Edythe. I was not sure what I could do about Biology class, but I could avoid her outside of school. I cared too much about Edythe to continue putting her in danger.

I locked my front door and Edythe led me to the passenger door which she held open for me. Edythe took the scenic route to the auto shop. At the end of Nottingham Way, she turned away from the beaten path and took an unpaved dirt road. The road cut through the trees creating its own path. Some time ago, before the streets were paved, this could have been a regularly used road. Now it was a forgotten piece of the town’s history; a treasure for me and Edythe to enjoy together. The drive had shown off some of the beauty that this small corner of the world had to offer. Even in the middle of winter, the trees were a bright green. The color stood out against the brown trunks of the towering western hemlock trees and Douglas-firs. I wondered if Edythe was enjoying the scenery as much as I am.

“I’m glad you picked this road,” I broke the comfortable silence we’d been riding in. “The view is beautiful.”

“It is not the view that I am admiring.” Edythe turned her head slightly so that I could see her lopsided grin and twinkling eyes.

My cheeks painted themselves a bright pink and the smell of freesias and crisp apples saturated the air. Edythe’s fingers briefly gripped the steering wheel before her whole body relaxed. Hybrid blood had a strange effect on vampires. Unlike the scent of human blood, which flamed the fire of a vampire’s throat, a hybrid’s blood was more soothing. Just a whiff of a hybrid’s scent could ease the thirst of a starving vampire better than the taste of the sweetest human blood. Though it would quench a vampire’s thirst they lacked the instinct to drink from us. Some part of their subconscious told them that hybrids weren’t met to be a food source for them, but that didn’t stop some vampires from trying.

“Tell me about yourself,” I suddenly changed the course of the conversation. I had to stop this flirtation with Edythe before we both became too attached. The last thing I wanted to do was lead her on in any way. “You’re adopted, right?”

Confusion twisted Edythe’s perfect features. She clearly was not expecting such a sudden change in our topic of conversation. Plus, I imagine her inability to read my mind made it even more unexpected.

“I’m sorry,” I continued. “Is that too personal a question? I don’t mean to pry.”

Edythe’s face smoothed out. “No, it’s alright. You just caught me by surprise is all.” She probably wasn’t surprised often.

“Yes. I was adopted by Carlisle a long time ago. He was my godfather, a good friend of my parents. After they died, Carlisle and Earnest took me in.”

“Earnest adopted you too then?”  

“No, it was just Carlisle. There are cases of same-sex second parent adoption, but it involves petitioning and lawyers and courtrooms. Carlisle and Earnest thought it might traumatize me further to put me through all that. They’ve always done their best to do right by me.”

“You care about them very much.” It wasn’t a question. Merely a statement of the obvious.

“I do.”

“And the others? They were adopted by Carlisle, as well?”

“Not all of them. Just Alice and Emmett. Rosalie and Jessamine are Earnest’s nieces. He took them in not too long after I was adopted.”

“Wait,” I said recalling what Jessica had told me on my first day at Forks High. “I thought Emmett and Alice were foster kids. At least that’s what I’ve heard at school.”

Edythe shrugged. “It doesn’t surprise me that you were misinformed. A lot of people don’t know the difference between ‘fostering’ and ‘adoption.’ They were foster kids, siblings actually, when they came to live with us. It was just Emmett at first, but when Carlisle found out about Alice, he took her in too.”

“That was really kind of him. Earnest too.”

Edythe nodded her head in agreement. “They’re two of the best people I’ve ever known. Carlisle and Earnest have done so much for me.”

I understood that the story was a fabrication; a lie to tell the humans, but that last part was the truth. I could hear the truth of it in Edythe’s voice. She loved her fathers and no matter what the cover story was the Cullens were a family.

When we inevitably reached our destination, I couldn’t fight the heavy feeling in my heart. I was determined that this would be the end of our budding relationship. It was simply far too dangerous to get involved with anyone and it was best I ended things now. How do you break up with someone whom you’d only started falling for, whom you’ve never even been on a date with?

Edythe walked with me as I followed the mechanic to my truck. When I had bought it from the car dealership in Seattle it had been fully restored. The dealership had bought the red pick-up truck from a local who had done a lot of work and maintenance on it. I had been impressed by how new the truck looked, but as the mechanic led us to the truck, I was not as impressed. The truck clearly had several dents in the cargo bed and the paint was badly chipped. Edythe noticed the flaws too and frowned.

“They certainly did a job well done,” she remarked sarcastically after the mechanic had left. Her fingers ran over the dents and chipped paint. “Perhaps I should ask Rose to give it a makeover.”

“No need to bother her,” I said. “The exterior’s appearance doesn’t matter so long as I can drive it from point A to point B.”

I climbed into the cab and placed the key in the ignition. With a turn of the key the beast roared to life.

“That’ll do,” I spoke loudly over the sound of the engine. I turned the key back to the ‘Off’ position and climbed down from the cab. “Thank you again, Edythe for driving me here today. And for being my chauffeur these past few days.”

“Your companionship was thanks enough. I was happy to assist.” Her dark gold eyes twinkled and at the sight of the smile that accompanied it, my slow heart raced.

It was now or never. “Well, I’m sure you have better things to do with the rest of your day than hang around with me.” I climbed back into my truck, shutting the door firmly behind me.

Edythe stood on the outside, her petite frame just reaching high enough to look through my window. The corners of her mouth turned downward. Her frown showed her confusion over my unexpected effort to leave. Her eyes narrowed and I could feel her scrutinizing gaze on my face through the glass.

“I’ll see you on Monday then.”

“Good-bye, Edythe.”

I started the engine and pretended the roaring sound of it drowned out the sound of my heart breaking.

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The weather the following morning was truly a reflection of my somber mood. A heavy fog blocked out the sky and clouded up my windows. I dragged myself out of bed before the sun was up and threw on some clothes. A simple flannel and jeans combination will make a perfectly suitable hunting outfit. I couldn’t put off a hunting trip much longer. If I didn’t go soon, I would start to lose my strength and speed. Hunting anything without supernatural strength is not easy.

I turned onto the highway and drove south past the town limits. I continued heading south, past the conifer forests, towards the Hoh rainforest. Driving my truck again felt wonderful and succeeded in lightening my dreary mood. I hadn’t had the old girl for long, but I loved her. It was exactly the kind of truck that Charlie would’ve liked. The morning mist was dense and shrouded everything in a sense of mystery and misery, but as the sun rose above the trees its rays broke through the haze. The skies became clearer leaving only a thin cloud cover between the sun and the earth.

After driving for a while, I finally reached my destination. I turned onto an abandoned dirt road and left my truck hidden among the red cedar trees. Once I was satisfied that the truck was hidden well enough, I took off at top speed towards the east, headed towards the Olympic National Park. I ran deep into the forest beyond the hiking trails and past the campsites. The trees moved past me in a blur of browns and greens. Because my sense of sight was weak at the moment, I put my trust in my sixth sense. That instinct which every vampire possessed that warned them that danger was near. With my instincts still intact I dodged the trees, my feet lighter than air against the forest floor.

Running has always been my favorite part of being a hybrid. The feeling of adrenaline and freedom coursed through my veins. My heartbeat harder as I picked up speed, the sound of it thrummed against my eardrums. The thick cover of the trees thinned out as I reached the base of the mountains. I stopped in my tracks to let my lungs fill with air. With every deep breath the particles in the atmosphere danced across my tastebuds. Using this sense, I tracked down a heard of elk. I hid among the trees as I watched the heard graze. I watched and waited for the opportunity to pounce. That chance came when a cow elk wandered away from the others. I silently followed the female deer. If I concentrated, I could smell the blood rushing through its veins. My mouth watered with venom. My lips curled back to reveal white and sharpened teeth. With a quick leap my arms were around the elk’s neck and by teeth sunk into its jugular. The venom I injected into its bloodstream paralyzed the creature, ceasing its struggling.

I pulled the fresh blood from its veins; the warm liquid coated my tongue. To vampires the taste of animal blood was satisfactory at best, but to me the flavor was sweet and complemented by a rich undertone of earthy flavors. I swallowed the blood and as it coated my throat, I felt my senses returning. The remaining heard, sensing a predator, took off into the forest. I could hear the pounding of their hooves against the dirt. The beast I was feasting on became limp in my arms as a drained the last of its life-giving blood. I dropped the animal onto the floor and inspected my clothes. Other than fur and dirt my clothes were unmarred. As a child I had been an extremely messy eater, often returning from a hunting trip with my shirt caked in drying blood. Now that I am older, I have perfected the etiquette of hunting.

After burying the elk carcass under a large tree, I continued on with the hunt. The act was much simpler now that my senses were stronger than they had been the last few days. I headed up into the mountains, smelling the rich aroma of a bobcat. I easily found the feline and took my fill before disposing of the body. I made my way back down the mountain and ran west to where I had hidden my truck. I stepped up into the cab of the truck and started the engine. It was noon as I began the drive back to town.

My skin was buzzing with renewed energy, the effect of a recent hunt, and my mind was clearer and sharper. Gone was the fog of thirst that had clouded my mind. As I drove, I took in the bright emerald greens that passed me by. Moss clung to the trunks of the trees and hung from the branches like draperies. I rolled the window down and the smell of the forest wafted in. The sensual scent of musk and amber swirled in the air of the cab. I breathed it in, grounding myself with the earthy scent. I always felt better after a good hunt. In fact, I felt so good I almost forgot the sorrows that plagued my heart. I almost forgot.

While I enjoyed hunting the act of it filled me with grief. Charlie and been on an extended hunting and camping trip when James and Victoria had emerged from the trees. I had been daring dad to eat a roasted marshmallow when the wind changed, carrying our scent into the trees. That’s when the two nomads found us. Dad and I heard their footsteps as they changed course. We stood and waited for them to break through the edge of the trees…

I shook myself out of my saddened stupor, refusing to let my mind drift to such a terrible memory and tried to focus on something else. But if I wasn’t struggling against a wave of grief then I was fighting against the blossoming feelings for Edythe in my heart. It felt like my soul was crying out for its missing piece. My eyes stung with tears. I gripped the steering wheel tightly with my hands. The metal frame bent and curved under my fingers. Immediately, I loosened my grip. No need to take out my sorrows on the old girl. Instead of dwelling on the troubles that plagued me I focused instead on the road ahead of me.

I had reached the town limits and drove past the Forks Timber Museum and north up Forks Ave. I took a left turn off the main road and wove my way through the streets until I reached my house. After a quick shower and changing into clean clothes I checked my phone, which I had left at home, for messages. Why I bothered I didn’t know. Edythe Cullen was the only contact on my phone. There was my answer. I checked my phone in the hopes that Edythe had tried to get in touch. Which indeed she had. The vampire had called and left a voicemail. I pressed play on the message and let Edythe’s melodic voice fill the room. The message was a simple one, it was her asking me how my truck was holding up and how was I doing today. Edythe ended her message with well wishes and a promise to see me tomorrow. My heart dropped to my stomach at the sound of that promise. Tomorrow was Monday, which meant it was back to school and the true start of cutting Edythe out of my life. It would not be any easy task to achieve, especially in Biology class, but then I thought of a feasible solution. I could switch lab partners. Angela Weber was in the same class, I decided to give her a call to see if she would be my new lab partner. I found the Webers home number in the phone book and was lucky that it was Angela who answered.

I was glad that she didn’t ask questions about being my new lab partner and was thankful to she agreed to switch. Knowing that I would have a new partner made returning to school tomorrow just a little bit easier. Until then my greatest task was to avoid any thought of Edythe Cullen. Easier said than done.

[wilhelmina-goulding]

Chapter 1: Vee is for Vampires 🧛🏻‍♂️

Droplets drizzle down from the wide gin cocktail glass in front of me. The cool drink raining condensation in the warm but dimly lit bar, down a cobbled side street in the city. It was always my favourite; the way there were so many flavours of vodka, gin and rum on the neon-lit back wall. A gem in the grey and polluted big smoke.

Larissa is halfway through a story about some guy she met and dated briefly. I sense there is a big twist coming but I lost interest a while ago; not least because her love life is far more exciting than mine. Part of me envies her, she has no trouble attracting interest, still part of me pities her for entertaining London’s least eligible bachelors.

“He offered to drive me home and I was like… erm, dude, you had like half a bottle of Jack, and he was like ‘No I didn’t!’. Then I was like ‘I literally watched you and now you want to fucking kill me by drink driving?’ and he walked out. Like, literally walked out of the bar, angry at ME for not wanting to DIE! Like, what the fuck?”. She takes a sip of her ridiculous fluorescent pink vodka based cocktail to lubricate her throat, dry from her monologue, “And I’m pretty sure he just got in the car and drove himSELF home. Like, is he dead now? Hope so, idiot.”

“Woww, that sounds crazyy”, I manage to stifle a yawn somewhat successfully, but my mildly slurred speech gives me away.

“You stopped listening like a year ago, didn’t you?”

My eyes dart up to meet her gaze, worried I’ve upset her. “Oh no, I have, I’m sorry, it’s just work is, y’know, work, and I’ve just been so tired…”

She glances at her phone. “Fuck it’s eleven thirty! We better wrap up, actually”. We split our drink bill and each order our respective Ubers. I give her a hug and wave her off in hers. “Let me know when you get back!” she yells out of the window.

I wait 10 minutes… 20 minutes… “This is ridiculous” I mutter to myself. I could’ve walked it back to my flat by now. I glance down at my phone to see that my Uber driver is completing a journey before he plans on driving to me. Fucking great. I tap my stiletto heel on the cobbles; my impatience vibrating through my body as I shiver in the darkness.

“Fuck this” I declare, and set off on foot. Google Maps tells me I’m 18 minutes away, and the cocktails have numbed the pain in the balls of my feet from my ridiculous choice of footwear. ‘They DO make my legs look great, though’ I think to myself as I scroll social media absent-mindedly. The back streets are so poorly lit that I use the light from my phone. I hear the clink of empty cans hitting cobbles and the shuffling of feet… I walk more briskly. I hear men whispering and look over my shoulder. I see two, very drunk, men walking in my direction. I sincerely hope they are not following me, and quicken my pace.

“Oi bitch, don’t ignore me!” they start to chase me. The light of the main street is so fucking close and my heart is beating out of my chest. I turn a corner and lean against the building, breathing noiselessly but desperately. Fuck, they’ve spotted me.

“Where ya going dressed like that, ya slut?” says a balding, pink, hideous shell of a man. The other throws his head back to laugh. “Bet she was on her way to get her five pounds for a blowie!” he says, making lewd gestures. I want to have the confidence to say “Fuck you!” out loud instead of in my head, but the best I can mutter is “Please…”. The balding one puts his hand down the front of his jeans and I close my eyes as tears track down my cheeks.

“UGGHH… wha tha fugg man?” I hear the sound of punches being thrown and tentatively open my eyes. A dark figure, decidedly tall, slim, draws back as the balding man chokes on blood and falls to the floor to join his friend. My mouth agape in horror and wonderment, the figure spins on his heel to face me and moves forward. My breath quickens and my eyes widen, my chest heaving as my back is pressed against brick.

“Are you hurt?” his eyes stare straight into my soul. It’s dark but they are light; I can make out specks of green. His skin is so pale it glows in the moonlight. My eyes follow his sharp cheekbones to his jaw, taking in his handsome face. I scan his body. He’s wearing what looks to be a velvet blazer, skinny jeans, converse all stars? The contrast of the white on black is actually quite appreciated in this light.

“Miss?” My eyes dart back up again. “I… uh… I’m okay” I manage to speak quietly. His eyes are so mesmerising in this light. “Those pigs didn’t hurt you, did they?”. “No” I smile “thanks to you”. His concerned demeanour turns to fury and his brows narrow. “You shouldn’t be alone in the dark this late; there are people that can and WILL take advantage of a woman travelling alone.” I’m grateful he took care of those guys, but I don’t take too well to being told what to do.

“I… uh… yeah, so thanks for knocking those guys out”, I say, avoiding eye contact and slinking to the right of him, “I’m just gonna go and…”

“No” he says, his sharp eyes sensitive to my movement. His face softens “I’m sorry, no, I can’t let you do that when there are men out there like this. Please, let me walk you home, or at least close to it…”

“Oh, um, you don’t have to…” I hesitate.

“Please” he closes the gap between us with a single step “I’d like to make sure no further harm befalls you tonight”. He doesn’t talk like the typical London man. Hell, he doesn’t talk like the typical man. His voice deep and alluring; his words eloquent and decisive. “Oh, um, okay” I say, in a vain attempt to silence the inner voice that is SCREAMING at me to tread cautiously.

We walk a little in silence, a foot or so apart. “So, what were you doing walking all alone in the dark?” he implores, scanning my face as we perambulate onto a better, brighter lit, street. I can see I was right as two beautiful pools of green implore an answer from me. “My Uber driver was taking forever so I thought I’d walk home. It isn’t far. I wasn’t expecting two drunk idiots to ruin my night.

“Have they? Ruined your night, I mean….” he looks disappointed, or perhaps angry, I think, as I notice a balled fist. “Well, no, I guess I’m safe and nothing really happened… you, uh, you don’t speak like you’re from here”.

“I’m not” he says matter of factly with an essence of smug, he pauses to locate a cigarette from his pocket and to light it. He brings it to his pale lips and inhales. His lips part delicately as the swirl of smoke dances around his cheeks. He closes his eyes briefly; it appears his vice brings him bliss in the chaos. “I’m sorry” he stares at me “Do you mind if I…?”

“Oh, no, no it’s fine. Your funeral, I guess, I heard those things kill you” I smirk, teasing.

He side eyes me, inhaling again “Good thing I’m already dead” he exhales with a grin. Fuck, he looks so good when he smiles. The flash of his white teeth and the angles of his jaw make me feel moist in my underwear, but then I remember I’ve been drinking. “How much alcohol have you had to drink?” he asks, smirking, as if able to read my less than holy thoughts.

“Touché” I say, rolling my eyes, “Enough, I guess, and I’m more than capable of walking the rest of the w-“ his fingers close around my wrist suddenly and I turn to face him. His lips are dangerously close to mine and I can feel my heart beating furiously on the walls of my chest. The adrenaline in my body is sending signals that I should run, my logic tells me I can’t outrun him and my mind? My mind is hesitant but intrigued. Why has this dark handsome stranger stopped to help me? Why is he walking me home? I realise I can no longer hear the click clacking of my stiletto heels against London’s cobbles; I no longer hear the bustling of the street. I see, and hear, only him.

He looks down at my lips “I’m sorry if I have offended you. Please, let me get you home safe, and you won’t see me again”. My heart sinks a little and I’m sure he can feel it. “Why did you help me? Who are you?”

“I couldn’t have lived with myself if I turned a blind eye to a woman in distress, and allowed those poor excuses for men to do what they had in mind.” His looks darken, and I turn to humour as we begin walking again.

“Oh, you read minds? How many fingers behind my back?” I giggle, wiggling three secretly. He side eyes me again, smirking. I can tell he’s not impressed that I am minimising my brush with danger, but he is enjoying this playful exchange.

“You should be careful wandering around in the dark” he stops and turns his body to face me, wetting his lips with his tongue, he edges closer, “There might be vampires”.

“Oh, that would be a shame” I say, deliberately avoiding his gaze before the punchline “I taste pretty good, I’d be a goner”. I look up at him through my lashes; he finally gives up the ghost and laughs wholeheartedly.

“Why do I get the feeling trouble follows you?” He shakes his head, smiling, “For your sake, I hope the vampires aren’t thirsty.” We stopped walking some time ago, and I realise we’re outside the block of apartments I live in. I loiter, to stop time, not knowing when I will see my night hero again.

“Are you thirsty? … for a drink, I mean” I glance towards my window, hopefully.

“I, er, no… I should return to my post. I have damsels in distress to save from bloodthirsty beings.” he muses, with a tone of humour, not arrogance. He looks off onto the distance and I sense there is something heavy weighing on his chest.

“Well, thank you, my unmasked nicotine-fuelled vigilante!” I giggle, walking to the entrance door. He follows me, as though he wants to come inside, then hesitates. Turning to face him I realise our lips are centimetres apart again. Every hair on my body stands on end as my senses hyperfocus on him. I lift my hand to palm his velvet-encased arm. The material is soft, a direct contrast to the muscle within it. I breathe, and almost taste, the cigarette smoke from his lips. I see never ending waves of green, washing over me. Eyes that look like they have traveled the world over and over again, but haven’t found what they longed for… until…

“What do I call you?” I whisper.

“Vee” he says as his eyes refuse to move from my lips.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.

He leans forward to press his forehead to mine as I let out a sigh. “No more late night walks. Remember, vampires.” His hand lifts to my cheek, cold but inviting, and I close my eyes.

In a moment, he is gone. I stand under the twinkling starry moonlit night sky, wondering if it had all been a dream. I touch the cheek that felt his hand and smile. “Hey, Vee stands for vampires!” I yell into the dark, and I swear I hear chuckling. I swing open the entrance door and click clack up the stairs to my apartment, wondering what Larissa would make of all this.

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[dourpeep]

Sprout that last fic was amazing! 10/10 blushing like a school girl as I read it. Im not sure if requests are open right now so no worry if they are not but just wondering if I could maybe ask for something almost along the same lines (them trying to work as you please them) but plot twist just as they think its safe and do finish someone walks in and catches them. (Im a meanie and like to see guys flustered and embarrassed) but Diluc Zhongli and Xiao please

aforementioned fic

Flustered men,,, that's my life blood, and Diluc, Zhongli, and Xiao? The most stoic of them all??? SIGN ME U P

Not to mention I did write that one Xiao imagine where you're doing the do outdoors-

Caught in the Act

Summary: To be fair, neither of you noticed because you were too busy... Featuring: Diluc, Xiao, and Zhongli

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) character x reader, caught in the act, (Xiao) outdoor sex, clothed sex (Zhongli) blowjob

Fun Fact: the location for Xiao’s is a real in-game place that's easily accessible and also poorly hidden. How indecent of you, Xiao—

Diluc

The two of you have created a sort of schedule when it comes to intimacy. With the limited free time you both have, you make the most of it.

Luckily, today was one of the days where you were both at the winery with enough downtime for more than just a quick moment of privacy.

In the peace of his bedroom, you’re entangled in soft silken sheets, a leg hooked up over Diluc’s hip while he supports himself above you on his forearms.

The back of his hand brushes along your cheek, tracing your jaw before he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. Already, you’ve shed your clothing, careful to keep his unwrinkled for work later. Chest pressing to yours, he takes you, moving slow. When you mumble for him to go faster, he chuckles.

“It’s alright. We have more time today.”

You try your best to quell your desires for the man above you, but the fire in your belly aches. He gently chides you but obliges.

His thrusts grow harder, each thrust making you shift up the bed. Deep and slow, he leans over you to meet lips. Each press is flooded with unspoken words.

It’s easy to get lost in the moment when every touch sets your body aflame and the way that such a gentleman can be so gentle but utterlyimpassioned. The way his body cages you in, filling your senses with everything that he is.

“Darling—” His lips drag against yours when he speaks, an arm wrapping under you to lift your hips just a tad.

Ghosting his touch over your hip and thigh, he reaches between you to help bring you to completion, keeping the steady rhythm he’d begun to make sure you can ride out the pleasure as long as possible.

Relishing in the way you moan his name and grip his arms, he starts a quicker pace enough to make you see stars chasing his own orgasm. Beneath him, you throw your head back and cry out in a soft plea.

There’s a quiet knock at the door, loud enough that normally you’d be able to hear accompanied by a voice.

“Master Diluc, there’s someone here to see you.”

The door opens and the unfortunate maid gasps when she sees the intimate embrace, making you jump and Diluc tug the covers over you both with a swiftness you’d otherwise be impressed about.

Xiao

He works so, so very hard day in and out with battling the monsters and demons that plague the land. Similarly, your days are filled with commissions and battling for the materials you need to make your team and weapons stronger. It only makes sense that you meet him in the middle.

This time, however, you were fortunate enough to be able to convince him to help out with a treasure hoarder problem. It was a bit more difficult than usual, but nothing that the two of you paired with Xinyan and Zhongli couldn’t handle.

The area for the commission, though, was a tricky one, including two separate locations that needed to be cleared out. Zhongli is more than happy to accompany the young Rockstar to the secondary location while you and Xiao handle the other. Really, it should just be a quick thing this way.

Like you thought, it takes only a few flashes of anemo with your help before the treasure hoarders are chased out, but with the heat, you’re left sweating and tired.

“Do we have enough time to freshen up?”

The crystalline waters nearby are a godsend, cool and refreshing and—you turn to Xiao to see the way his shirt sticks to his muscles and how droplets of water stream down his arms.

So now, somewhere between Lingjiu Pass and Mt. Tiangheng, you’re hidden in a rocky alcove behind a waterfall, bodies flush together as he thrusts into you feverishly. You’ve both hastily pulled down trousers and shucked off unnecessary items adorning your outfits, left partly clothed.

The feeling of him so desperate to feel you is maddening.

Your bodies mingle, still tired and sweaty from the fighting, but you can hardly bother to care. Shifting, he hoists you up to wrap your legs around his waist and angles you to reach deeper. He hits the spot that makes you see stars and you cry out his name as you unravel.

Xiao’s pace grows sloppy with the way you squeeze around him, patience leaving with the way he’s getting close. His forehead presses against your neck when he shakily moans your name, thrusting up once more before releasing.

Breathing hard, he meets your lips for a kiss—

“I understand the appeal of partaking in activities that relieve stress, however…”

It’s unmistakable, the voice that speaks up.

Immediately, Xiao’s eyes snap open and his face explodes in color, nearly dropping you in his surprise. You’re glad that your bodies are mostly covered by the large rock you’re behind, but you doubt that Xiao would be very willing to accompany you and your team on a commission anytime soon.

Zhongli

It’s not strange to want privacy in your own home.

While Zhongli is busy with his job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, he has ample time in the mornings and late afternoon to indulge in you. Those long hours are spent in each other’s arms, drawing every gasp and every moan from lips that seldom part.

“Zhongli, I want to make you feel good this time.”

Who was he to deny?

When your lips press to the base of his shaft, he lets out a groan. It’s deep, rumbling in his chest, and you squeeze your thighs together to help relieve a bit of the pressure. Another kiss is placed on his hip and you laugh at the way his cock twitches.

“Are you feeling impatient?”

His cheeks color, slight in afternoon light. “Perhaps.”

So you take him into your mouth, sliding your tongue along the length of him as you descend. He’s lost in the way the hot wetness of your mouth envelops him, watching you take what you can. You moan around him and his hips twitch with the vibration.

Every lick and suck has him clutching at the couch, willing his hips to stay still so that you may take your time with your ministrations. He wants to know how it feels to be entirely at your mercy, and you gladly take that in stride.

His eyes widen when you push yourself further down, your eyes squeezing as you focus on relaxing your throat and he nearly chokes in the way your lips finally meet his pelvis. He wants to tell you it’s alright, you don’t have to push yourself—but the way that you look up at him with slightly watery eyes sends a need through him.

One of his hands finds its way into your hair, keeping you pressed down against him longer. Once the feeling of you swallowing around him is bearable, he helps you draw back off, an apology on his tongue until you sink back and take him once more.

Surrendering to the feeling, Zhongli breathes your name, eyes closing as you suck at his tip. It’s a shock, coming undone just as the door to his home slams open, revealing a mop of messy red hair and bright blue eyes that settle on the sight of you kneeling between the geo Archon’s spread legs.

“Xiangsheng!”

At least the harbinger has the tact to raise a gloved hand to cover his eyes as he backs out of the doorway and closes the door with the other.

“My apologies—I’ll return later.”

[misscammiedawn]

"Sense Me stroking my hand across your cheek."

Madison Smith's eyes closed and she accepted the suggestion. With a long distance relationship the pair had to get inventive when it came to sharing connection. On the final day they had together during their last meeting, Belladonna Cooper had taken the time to program a reaction to hearing or reading her (and only her) typing "sense me" before describing the action.

Madison's beautiful brain was able to take the memory of tactile sensation and turn the suggestion into sensation.

"Sense Me gently petting your hair."

Madison's eyes closed and she held her hands close to her chest, savoring the phantom sensation of fingers running through her hair. In moments like this the hundreds of miles between them disappeared.

"Sense Me framing your face and placing my fingertips to your temples, beloved. Sense me drawing slow and delicate spirals on them."

Miss Donna smirked as she witnessed her partner's eyes flicker up towards the webcam, subtly adjusting to the invisible force of hands. A cooing whimper of relaxed relief poured from her lips.

"Is this green, sweetheart? Do you have time to feel me pull you in to trance?"

A smitten grin bubbled to her lips as she nodded the affirmative.

It was then that Miss Donna had a wave of inspiration.

"That's my lovely lass," she purred, shuffling closer to her monitor, wishing she could reach out and touch her in a more real way than their hypnotic connection allowed, "then you can just Sense Me tracing my finger up and down your bicep. That's it. Up and down, so soft and gentle. Your hair may stand on end or you may feel that heightened sensation that follows in to relaxation. Any way you receive my tender touch is just fine as you continue to feel that lulling calm crash through your body."

Madison's chin dipped just a little, the sleepy smile did not fade.

"Sense Me brush gently down your forehead. The way you would pacify a kitty sitting on your lap. Their eyes slowly dipping closed as they start to relax away. No more tension, no more defenses. Just soft calm. Doesn't that sound nice, my sweet?"

"...yes, Miss Donna..." Madison softly whispered. So soft the microphone did not pick it up, but the lip movement was obvious after seeing her say it so many times.

"And as you drift into trance, I wonder what else you can sense me doing. After all. My hypnotic voice and my tender caress can reach you all the way over there. So as you Sense Me wrap my arms around you, as you feel that gentle hug that you do have permission to allow yourself to melt away within, you can think about the way your mind feels as it pulls deeper and deeper still into trance or how your heart feels as it flutters with affection at my words."

Madison's lips parted and her chin sagged further, shoulders drooped entirely. Donna knew that she was already in trance, if she hadn't been before the overt use of permission had allowed her to let go. She rocked gently back and forth like her body had become a leaf on a gentle breeze. Completely charmed by Donna's spell.

"We talk about heart strings so often. You know what it is to have someone pull on your heart strings. Think about that sensation now, how it would look, how it may sound, how it would feel as you Sense Me pluck your heart strings."

Madison let out a moan of delight, shuffling in her seat.

"Oh that looked very nice, lass. Perhaps you should describe it to me after you Sense Me pluck again on those heart strings. Flooding you with love and affection in every way. Tell me, love, how did that feel?"

"Vibrations..." Madison slurred, "Harp string vibration in my chest... soft... warm... making me feel loved... cared for..."

"Sense Me run my fingers across those heart strings again, savor the sensation of those loving vibrations as they tremble through your body."

Madison quaked and squirmed as she mewled out in delight. "...'s Miss Donna..."

"That's my lovely lass, very good. Then maybe you can Sense Me plucking your thoughts out now."

Madison's reverie halted the moment the words hit as she sagged to a stop and let out a single syllable of surprise.

"That's it. Sense Me pulling your thoughts away. One--- by--- one---"

"...oh"

"Sense Me clearing your mind of all thoughts. Sense Me teasing and tempting it towards empty oblivion. Mindless and still. Calm and blank."

"...yes Miss Donna..." Madison softly whispered, her voice reflecting the emptiness that had been gifted to her.

"Sense me gently kissing your forehead as you completely let go now. Sense me stroking your hair as you know how well you're doing. How much of a Good Girl you are being. How much I care for you."

Her gentle blissfully hypnotized smile was worth everything in the universe.

Donna sighed in satisfaction. That was a fun experiment. Likely there were many other conceptual sensations that she could make her partner experience. But for now, she just wanted to enjoy the moment and Madison's lovely gentle expression. Donna would have done anything to have been able to hug her for real.

"Sense Me hold you close, nuzzling affectionately in to you."

But until their next meeting, this would have to suffice.

[redandbrown]

Healing

Hermione was woken up by a pair of strong arms shaking her by the shoulders.

“Hermione!” Ron’s gravelly sounding voice was shouting at her.

She opened her eyes and saw panic and worry on Ron’s face.

“Ron?”

“Hermione!” She watched relief flood his features as he scooped her up into his lap.

Hermione realized her whole body was shaking and her heart was racing.

Ron cradled her in his arms kissing every part of her head he could reach.

“It’s ok. It was just a dream. You’re safe. That bitch is dead, and she can never hurt you again,” he reassured between kisses.

Her disoriented state didn’t last for long. The details of her nightmare came flooding back to her.

“Oh, Ron, it felt so real! I could feel her t-t-torturing me again,” she sobbed into his neck.

Ron rocked her back and forth as she cried, holding her as close as he could. He kept repeating his reassuring words to her and kissing her gently.

She hadn’t had nightmares of that horrible day in ages. Hermione had been working so hard at the Ministry lately in her roll for Magical Law that she knew her stress was running high. But today a bill had come across her desk that triggered that memory. The bill called for harsher punishment of those who used the cruciatus curse with the resulting victims going mad.

Her mind went back to that day. She vividly remembered lying on the floor wondering if she would go mad like Neville’s parents had. But then Ron’s voice broke through the din. He was yelling her name. Over and over and over. And she focused on his voice until she lost consciousness.

And now the face of that voice was watching her. That beautiful pale, freckled face of the man she fell in love with. She ran her thumb over his smooth cheek down to the stubble on his jawbone. He took her hand off his face and kissed her palm.

“What can I do, love?” Ron wanted to know. Always her protector. Always her knight.

“Ron,” she pleaded looking into his piercing blue eyes. “Make me forget.”

He let out a groan and kissed her gently. She knew that Ron couldn’t say no to her. Not when it came to him. Whatever she wanted from him, he would give it to her. Always.

His warm hands slid under her shirt and rubbed the sensitive skin of her waist. Pulling it off, he immediately ducked his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

She let out a cry at the unexpected contact. She loved the roughness of his stubble on the sensitive skin of her breast.

With one arm still around her, he pushed her down on the bed, and used his free arm to yank her knickers off.

As soon as they disappeared, he grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

In one graceful movement, Ron rolled her on top, then sat up on the bed with her in his lap again.

She could feel his erection poking her in the stomach. But not for long. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up, then slid her slowly down his large manhood.

Ron, who was never content to do just one thing at a time, began layering on to his onslaught of her senses. She was his, and he wanted all of her. In every way. And he was gonna make damn sure she knew it.

Immediately Ron started pumping hard and fast into her wet center. One large hand threaded in her hair and the other grabbed her ass roughly, Ron’s strong auror-trained body kept her in place while he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her.

Tonight was not about going slow. Tonight was about forgetting pain, erasing it. He would make her body forget all the agony and excruciating misery Bellatrix had put her through. And in its place he would fill her body with pleasure and ecstasy and love.

His index finger from the hand kneading her ass found her hole and started stroking it.

With his hand that was threaded in her hair, he pulled her head back and left hot wet kisses all over her neck, chin, ear, shoulder, breast, nipping the tender flesh when he felt the urge.

“Vibratio,” he muttered quickly and resumed feasting on her skin. Hermione felt a soft vibration surround her slit and pushing on her clit. She gasped in surprise as Ron continued his rhythmic thrusting.

She let out a loud moan and reactively pushed her bottom back into Ron’s hand. He obliged her and started finger fucking her ass in earnest.

Back and forth. In and out. Pushing and pulling. Vibrations. Teeth biting. Wet kisses. Ron’s rough cock thrusting into her sweetly.

She fell over the edge. It started in front and behind. Her dual orgasms met in the middle, and exploded throughout her body. As she felt herself start to come down, Ron bit her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, pumping his finger and his cock into her at a frenzied pace. Without warning her orgasm picked up strength again and she let out an uncontrollable scream.

He kept up a mad pace until she forcefully pushed his hand away, too sensitized to handle anymore. He held her close as she recovered, her breathing ragged.

Then he laid her down sweetly on the bed. Ron kissed her slowly.

“I love you, Hermione,” he whispered watching her face and running his thumb over her lips.

She felt overwhelmed again, but this time not with fear and anxiety, instead with love and gratefulness. She loved him so much. She felt the emotion pool in her eyes and slide down her cheeks.

“I love you too, Ron Weasley,” she said passionately, staring him in the eyes. “More than you will ever know.”

Ron wiped the tears off her cheeks and kissed her gently as he slowly pushed in to her again. She felt him fill her, little by little, as her slickness and his roughness created the most delicious friction. He pulled out just as slowly, putting all of his weight on one side while hiking her thigh up his hip with his other hand.

He was torturing her in a completely different way. A sweet, agonizing death this was going to be, and she welcomed it.

She looked down at their coupled bodies, at his controlled movements, the slow steady rhythm he had set. Her eyes travelled slowly up his body watching his abdomen contract and relax with every thrust, the beautiful freckles that covered his chest, and his gorgeous arms, the hard muscles of which were straining under his soft warm skin to hold his weight off her. Her eyes landed back on his beautiful face, where she discovered he had been watching her with so much lust in his eyes.

She let out a whimper each time he thrust into her. She couldn’t help it. He was driving her mad. This wasn’t fair. He had already made her body surrender to him twice, and it was lovely. She was with Ron, in his arms, safe and alive. She had survived, and so had he. They survived for each other, because of each other.

Hermione started to close her eyes losing herself in everything Ron was making her feel, but Ron wasn’t having it.

“Hermione look at me,” he told her, never stopping his slow, deliberate thrusts.

With difficulty she opened her eyes and focused on him.

“Where are you right now?” He pushed into her harder.

She gasped. “I’m- I’m here. With you,” she managed to get out.

He kissed her soundly tightening his grip on her thigh, keeping his rhythmic pace. She could feel that familiar sensation building between her legs, but something was holding her back. She couldn’t name it, but felt her body was spent.

“Ron, I can’t-

“Yes you can,” he cut over her, continuing his merciless pace.

He removed his hand from her thigh and brought it between their bodies to stroke her clit.

He nibbled her ear for a second before whispering to her, “Let go, Hermione. I’ll go with you. Let go.”

And she did. Coming harder than she had all night. And Ron joined her, just like he said he would. They surrendered to the love they felt, sharing their pain, fear, ecstasy and joy.

They had been through hell and back together. And now their reward was each other.

They lay on the bed, their foreheads touching. Ron had his arms wrapped around Hermione, holding her close. Hermione cradled Ron’s face in her hands, stroking his cheek lovingly.

“Talk to me,” Ron said breaking their bubble of bliss. “What’s going on in that big brain of yours?”

Hermione smiled at him. “The only thing I’m thinking about right now is you, in this moment, and how much I love you.”

It was Ron’s turn to smile. He kissed her sweetly.

“So you feel better?” He asked hopefully.

“Loads,” she said.

He gave her a mischievous grin. “Wanna have another go?”

She smiled back at him, and pushed him down, so she could sit on top.

“I’m going to be so sore tomorrow,” she said, not sounding like she actually cared at all.

“Good,” he cheeked. “You can think about me every time you take a stroll.”

[moonshineboyz]

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Pairing: Sunwoo x fem reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mention of cheating, oral (f), fingering, sucking on fingers

a/n: i wasn't even going to write this but after watching this edit and this one, and this post from @hoshiwhxre i couldn't stop thinking about it, so have fun i guess??

a/n²: thank you @mistresskate101 for helping me out with grammar stuff

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Care to explain how you ended up in this situation? You were seated on the couch and Sunwoo kneeled down on the floor between your legs, holding them up to his shoulders, with his arms hooked around your thighs.  

It was supposed to be an innocent sleepover at his place, just like any other one you usually had, but at some point, you confessed how your jerk of a boyfriend never really ate you out properly and how frustrated you felt at that sometimes. So, your lovely friend offered to help you.

Sunwoo lapped at your dripping cunt and you let out a shaky breath, his dark eyes filled with lust as he watched all of your reactions. Tongue flat as he took long and slow strokes savoring your sweet taste, you couldn’t help but shudder a little underneath his touch, his fingers burning your already hot skin.

You bit your lower lip to hold back a moan, chest starting to rise and fall, it was indescribable how Sunwoo was making you feel so good within minutes, and he had just started. He took a long last stripe to get to your clit and teased it flicking his tongue making you cry out his name, what was a sweet melody for him. “S-sunwoo…” He was enjoying so much seeing you this much of a mess with half-lidded eyes and squirming. You felt him wrap his lips around your nub, giving a light suck and you absolutely lost it, getting even wetter.  

The boy hummed against your core at the sight of you with parted lips throwing your head back, this sent delicious vibrations through your body and you grabbed a handful of his hair. He laved past your lips and inserted his tongue in your wetness, you gasped loudly arching your back and gripped the nearest pillow with your free hand, whining when his warm muscle went deeper and the tip of his nose gently rubbed at your swollen clit, having you flutter your eyes closed.

But soon they opened to glance over your phone sitting next to you when it started ringing, and the screen lit up showing your boyfriend’s name. Sunwoo pulled away a few inches, enough to let his breath fan against you.  

“Don’t you dare answer. Unless it is to let him know how good I can make you feel.” He said lowly and watched as you tossed your phone at the other end of the couch away from you, too busy and lost in the sensations of your friend pleasuring you so well. He smirked and bit down your inner thigh. “Good girl."  

Sunwoo trailed wet kisses from your thigh to your slit and started to tongue fuck you again at a torturous pace, it just felt so good you rolled your eyes, raking your nails through his scalp to tug at his hair, trying to bring him closer. You always thought Sunwoo’s lips were pretty, and that was what made him even cuter, but you’d never imagine how heavenly they’d feel against your pussy with his tongue working wonders on you.  

You let out needy mewls every time he went in deeper, your hips stuttering. You were getting more and more light-headed by the minute, completely drowned in the lustful moment. Wet sounds and shaky breaths filling up the living room and turning you and Sunwoo on even more, his painfully hard cock inside his tented pants. But you looked and sounded so beautiful right there that it only made him want to eat you out more hungrily, but he kept his rhythm. He dug his fingernails in your soft flesh, groaning when you bucked your hips wishing to get more friction. "Sunwoo, p-please. Please, I want to c-cum.” You begged in a choked voice; composure already lost. Shivers going down your spine with the way he gave you the smuggest smile and winked.  

“Since you asked so nicely. But you need to be patient, princess.” A nickname never sounded so innocent yet so dirty, but the way he purred it made you moan.  

Plump lips wrapped around your sensitive nub and a finger slipped inside you, incoherent words and whimpers falling from your lips, his tongue lazily swirling your clit and finger going at a slow pace. Your mind was foggy by the overwhelming arousal, squirming so much that Sunwoo had to hold your hips down. He added another finger, curling them making you melt. “Fuck. Faster p- ah! Please."  

"What a shame he doesn’t do this to you. He’s missing such a wonderful sight.” He taunted before sucking hard on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you fast as you pleaded. Your breath hitched and the noise you made came out strangled, body flushed, skin so hot.  

Sunwoo began to flick his tongue in between sucks while burying his fingers knuckles deep inside you, loving to hear you groan and cry out his name repeatedly in a sinful way, your back arching just to collapse onto the sofa again. It boosted his ego to know that he was the one making you breathless, coming undone for him.  

You felt goosebumps as your climax was approaching, your muscles tightening and a coiling tension in your lower abdomen. Sunwoo seemed to notice that too when your whimpers became higher pitched and you started to shudder. “Wanna come on my tongue? Hm?” You wished nothing but your release, however it came, but the idea of coming with Sunwoo fucking you with his tongue sounded so hot you desperately nodded. He gladly did it, rubbing your clit with circular motions to help you chase your orgasm.  

And then your mind got blank, blurred vision. You came and came hard, screaming out his name and several swear words, arching your back and rolling your eyes. You gripped Sunwoo’s hair, jerking your hips against his touch to which he kept on working on you. Thighs shaking, toes curling and abs clenching due to being overstimulated, his tongue roughly lapping at your slit and too sensitive clit.  

You couldn’t stop moving, body trembling trying to get a grip at anything you could reach, your own hair, a pillow, the couch, your thigh. It was too much but it felt so good. Tears started to form at the corner of your eyes when Sunwoo inserted his fingers again and you gasped with the merciless rhythm, your sweet spot getting hit in such a delicious way.  

Your second climax was close and you were going insane, feeling hazy. Nub being sucked with so much hunger your head was thrown back letting out filthy, desperate mewls. Sunwoo groaned, picking up the pace making you see stars and clench around his digits. “Ah, f-fuck! I’m close hmm…” You extendedly moaned, nerves on fire as his hooded sinful eyes were fixated on your figure, admiring how beautiful you looked all fucked out and about to cum. Dizzy on the shockwaves running through your body, not knowing your own name anymore. Sunwoo was giving you something you’d never experienced before and deep within your dirtiest thoughts, you wished he’d do this again.  

Body shaking when you came for the second time, loudly whining and jerking your hips uncontrollably. Sunwoo hummed in approval, still giving kitten licks to help you ride out your high, making your teeth sink into the bottom lip in an attempt to silence your cries.  

He pulled away licking his lips that were glistening with your essence and stood up to lean over your breathless figure. “You taste so good, princess.” The naughtiest smile on his face. “Now suck. Taste how much you came, baby.” He whispered in a velvety voice placing his fingers in front of your mouth, coated in your juices.  

You wrapped your lips around his digits caressing them with your tongue and blushing at the close proximity and the way he was looking at you. With eyes closed you sucked on his fingers as if you were sucking his dick, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as the boy lightly grazes his other hand from your knee to your waist and squeezes it gently.

The sound of your phone ringing made you come back to your senses and pull away from Sunwoo’s hand. The screen showing your boyfriend’s name again, but you just kept on watching it ring, not wanting to pick up. Sunwoo then took this as an opportunity and grabbed your phone to answer it himself, you didn’t object.  

“Hey, man! I’m sorry, Y/N’s sleeping. — Yeah, yeah, I know it’s still early but she was tired — Oh no, she’s fine, don’t worry.” Sunwoo eyed you up and down with a smirk and licked his lips. You knew he was up to no good and just waited. “She just got tired after coming on my tongue, twice. Oh, and by the way, your girlfriend tastes amazing and looks gorgeous when she cums.”

[undertaker1827]

Hi! I love your blog and am delighted to read things about Kuroshitsuji; I love this story so much!! So... can I have some scenarios or headcanons (your choice) with Undertaker, Grell and Sebastian and their female s/o who have a weak point in touching their hair/head and giving them cute hairstyles? I think it's very cute and precious :( Thank you and please!! Take care of yourself <3 Love you.

Aww thank you so much! Such a nice idea, of course you can! Enjoy!

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Undertaker

When Undertaker first discovered that touching your head and hair was your weak point, he was absolutely delighted. You were curled up on his sofa together, watching an old film that you had already seen several times together, the dialogue playing quietly in the background. You were laying quietly on the mortician, your weight across his chest and head rising and falling with each steady breath he took. He kept looking down at you with a content smile on his face, though you were too invested in the film to realise. In fact, he was watching you more than he was watching the television, but he didn’t think that was a bad thing.

When he finally returned his eyes to the screen to watch a part that he particularly enjoyed, the reaper’s hand made its way o your head of its own accord. You blinked as you felt gentle fingertips against your temple, then took in a short, stuttering breath as they trailed backwards across your scalp. Undertaker was on it in a second, though you tried to carry on watching the movie and pretending as if nothing had happened. A slightly wicked grin on his face, your partner repeated the movement, only this time he ran his long nails too lightly over your skin and he couldn’t but laugh as your body tensed up and one hand gripped his arm.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” he got out past his laughter. The next time he ran his nails over your head, it was with a proper amount of pressure and you practically melted into his chest. He looked on as he kept repeating the movement, fingers splayed wide enough to touch almost your whole head and watching as your eyes began to flutter closed, quiet hums emitting from your lips with each caress. You leaned more of your weight against him as you relaxed further and further, and he could have sworn you were falling asleep.

“Please don’t stop,” you muttered out, burying your face into his shoulder and feeling more than hearing his chuckle as it vibrated in his chest.

“Don’t worry, love,” he said softly, “I won’t.”

Grell Sutcliff

It was automatic for Grell’s fingertips to find your hair during any quite moment together. It was something she always did subconsciously, just enjoying how soft it felt and how wonderful it smelled where you were curled up with her in bed. The first time she did it, she only touched the tips of your hair and you hardly noticed it, but you smiled warmly and pressed closer into your partner. She returned the smile, grip tightening around you and pulling you impossibly closer to her. Your head rested on her shoulder and she leaned down to give you a sweet kiss before settling back against the pillows once more, you doing the same.

The second time she touched your hair, she ran her fingertips straight through the roots and subsequently along your scalp, immediately taking note when you all but collapsed into her, eyes closed and something of a dreamy expression on your face. The reaper started smiling, did it again just to make sure you gave the same reaction, then removed her hand entirely. She watched with humour dancing in her eyes as you slowly opened yours, blinking a few times as if trying to reorient yourself then looking up at her tiredly.

“Why did you stop?” You murmured, watching her smile widen to a grin.

“I see how it is,” she proclaimed loudly, with a touch of the usual dramatic flair, “you knew that having your head touched was a weak spot and you didn’t tell me.” You tried to say her name, but she just interrupted you. “Absolutely not, I’m having none of that. You just sit there and wait for me to get back.”

In all of a few moments, Grell was sitting behind you with you leaning back against her chest while she carefully ran a brush through your hair, methodically separating strands and crossing them over to give you an incredibly intricate braid, one which you made her take several pictures of and refused to take out until it was literally falling apart and you had no choice.

Sebastian Micaelis

Sebastian had already found that he couldn’t resist the temptation of wanting to run his hands through your hair. It always looked so soft and shone gloriously in the sunlight when you were outside together, he just had to see if it felt as wonderful as it looked. The first time he reached over to touch your hair, his movements were impossibly slow. You were curled up together watching something fairly unimportant on the television, your head tucked into the crook of Sebastian’s neck and your hair falling over his shoulder.

You were hardly aware the demon was even doing anything at first, with how gentle he was being. His fingertips just grazed the hairs on top of your head, the smaller fluffy ones that weren’t close enough to your scalp for you to realise what he was doing. He lingered there a moment, you totally blind that his had was hovering above your head at all. When you didn’t react and when he could no longer stop himself, Sebastian gently pressed his fingertips into your tresses, causing only a slight movement of your roots but it was enough for you to look up at him with questioning eyes. The smile he gave you was as if to say, what? I can’t help it, and he kept eye contact with you, still not saying anything, as he pressed his fingers against your head properly and ever so slowly dragged them back along your scalp.

Your partner was utterly delighted when you let out a small sound, eyes closing immediately and your head dropping back down against his shoulder. His touch sent shivers through you, ones that he sensed to, but in such a way that you could have fallen asleep right there. Your eyes opened again at an unexpected loss of contact, but you sighed happily with a serene smile on your face when you realised he was only moving his hand back to the front of your head so he could repeat the motion. You didn’t know if you sat there for minutes or hours, half asleep and in such a dazed, happy state as you were.

From then on, Sebastian’s hands were always finding their way to your hair and head. He would play with it as you sat together, like on that first day, he would gently stroke your head as you drifted off to sleep, laying snugly against his broad chest. He even realised, much to your dismay, that it was an excellent way to distract you from just about everything.