#tenderness lust tbh

[couturefaith]

the hallway scene is divine. the choir, the cinematography, the eclectic chemistry between edvin + omar…whew. wille takes simon apart with fiery lust but ever so gently. as they say it is “making love” and it is indeed passionate love those two characters have towards each other. 💜

[sillysillygoofygoose]

Older! Boyfriend Toji x Fem Reader pt. 2

MDNI! EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD

CW: weapon play

18+ Headcanons:

Older! Toji, who was definitely a fuck-friend, before he was a boyfriend. At first, it was a once a week occasion, almost like an appointment. Slowly it became twice a week, then four times a week, then almost every night. It became an addiction like no other. He began craving you whenever you weren't with him.

"You free tonight baby? Need to fuck you so bad... haven't seen you in three days, fuck."

Older! Toji who fell first... and swears it was some work of black magic.

"Don't know what you're doing to me, Mama." Toji groans fucking you from behind, watching as a ring of white cream forms at the base of his cock. His hips speed up by the second, realizing that he isn't just feeling lust.

"Tightest, prettiest little pussy I've ever fucked. Sweetest, prettiest girl I've ever met. Put a fucking spell on me."

Older! Toji who is not loud in bed. Sorry to my girls that love the moaners and the whimpering sluts 😔. You'll get groans, grunts, and tons of dirty talk but THAT'S IT.

When you're having make-up sex or when he's angry, he won't make a sound. Just heavy breathing and hard fucking. Kinda scary tbh.

Older! Toji who loves it fucking disgusting. Sloppy, wet, hot, you name it. His favorite thing is to lay down and watch you choke and slobber all over his dick. Chokes you just to have drool spill out of your mouth. Cums all over you, having his seed collect on your shaking body. He's absolutely dead set on making you squirt, training your body as regularly as possible.

Older! Toji who loves experimenting with his knives and handguns in the bedroom. Whether it be pressing his Glock 19 to your forehead while fucking you against the wall, or pressing a blade to your neck while marking you up, he loves the way the danger always makes your breath hitch. Don't worry though, he always takes the bullets out, always uses the dull side of the knife... he'd never be able to forgive himself if something actually happened to you. (When he has basic human empathy 😍🤤)

Older! Toji who first confessed after fucking you raw, going three rounds. He was struck with jealousy after you invited him out to a bar, instead of your apartment like you have been doing routinely for about 5 months. He was having a good time, joking with you, feeling his heart beat a little faster every time your face lit up and your laugh rang out.

Everything was just jolly until some fucking guy walked up to you, introducing himself as Satoru. He began practically begging to buy you a drink, claiming that he's only seen a beauty like yours in a dream about a wild forest goddess he had when he got high for the first time in 9th grade.

Toji rolled his eyes, scoffing at the man who was currently making a fool out of himself. You, on the other hand, found the man's antics amusing, giggling while you allowed him to carry on about his dream, detailing the way the goddess walked towards him, blessing him. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he informed you that the scene was an exact replica of you walking into the bar.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Toji was less than pleased.

"Oh, C'mon Toji! It was funny. I mean, you really didn't get a kick out of him?" You pest as he walks in, taking off his size 13 boots.

"Tsk, no. He was a drunken idiot. Goddess my ass, he wouldn't know how to worship you."

That night, Toji fucked you sweeter than he ever did before. You expected to have your insides rearranged the second you walked through the door. Something was different. The air around you felt and smelled different as your breathless moans occupied the room. More tender, more purposeful, more...intimate. He worshipped you head to toe.

Once he pulled out, he uttered three sentences that changed your relationship forever...

"You're mine, I'm yours. I want you, I need you. I love you."

He reminds you of this moment from time to time, repeating the same three sentences. Not after you fuck, but after you make love.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

[cupid-styles]

do you wanna touch me there?

you guys voted for the grumpy h anal play blurb soooo here she is!!! enjoy! I was on some h*rny shit when I wrote this! yikes!

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: this is pure smut!! pretty filthy tbh!!!!!! (anal play, dirty talk, a little bit of spitting, oral - f receiving, fingering)

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"So you wanna put that in... there?"

Harry snorts but quickly revises his facial expression in an attempt to soothe his girlfriend's apparent nerves. 

"Don't make it sound so barbaric, baby," he replies, capping the bottle of lube and tossing it on the coffee table. "You said you were interested in trying it, didn't you?"

She nods slowly as she nervously bites her bottom lip. "Yeah, but... that's kinda big."

He glances back down at the butt plug currently in his hand. He'd only purchased it because they'd had conversations about exploring anal — it started when he was drilling into her from behind one day and accidentally brushed over her tighter hole. When they were finished, Y/N quietly asked him about it, and he was ecstatic to hear that she'd actually liked it instead of recoiling from his touch, like he'd expected. And while they hadn't gone much further than that, he'd asked if she was interested in trying a plug out — only, she maybe, possibly hadn’t been expecting it to be so... bulbous. 

"We don't have to use it if you feel uncomfortable, sweetheart. We can always start with my fingers and mouth and go from there."

He can visibly see the relief wash over her face. Sometimes he forgets that he's far more experienced than her, not only sexually, but in the world of consent and aftercare, too. He smiles gently as he reaches out to give her knee a squeeze. 

"Let's do that first," she agrees, "And then maybe we can try that out another time?"

He nods, leaning forward to press a kiss to her hair. "Just tell me whenever you feel ready, 'kay?"

"Wait," she sits back slightly, her eyes rounded, "You don't wanna do it now?"

He raises his eyebrows. "You want to?"

"Yeah. Is that alright?"

A grin spreads wide across his face, "Of course it's alright, pretty baby. We'll take it slow and you can tell me anytime you feel uncomfortable or unsure, okay?"

She nods eagerly and Harry's quick to duck down and catch her lips in a kiss. It's filled with lust almost instantly, his mouth moving fast against hers, strings of spit breaking between them. He gently pushes her back against the length of the couch, tender in his movements as he encourages her to spread out for him. Regardless of how many times they engage in intimate moments together, he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the sight of his girl's wide-eyed, fucked out face.

"Feeling good, sweetheart?" he asks, splitting his own legs to straddle her waist. She nods her head, her tongue poking out to moisten her lips. 

"Yes. Keep going, please."

He smiles at her politeness and pushes his hands under her sweater, eager to get her naked. She helps him pull it up and over her body before leaning back down almost immediately, pressing hot kisses along her chest and down her stomach. She mewls at the feeling of his lips on her form and reaches down to thread her fingers through his curly hair. As he nurses a hickey to the skin of her hip — one of his favorite places to mark her — he dips his fingertips beneath the waistband of her leggings and panties, tugging them down her legs. 

She whimpers at the slight bite of pain from his teeth but he's quickly licking over it to soothe the ache. She's entirely overwhelmed by how quick he's moving, her back arching to press into his touch when she feels his fingers dance over her pussy. 

"Please don't tease," she whimpers in that pretty high-pitched voice he loves. He smirks against her skin and kisses a trail from her hip to her mound, sticking the tip of his tongue out to brush over her clit. "Harry, I—"

"Shush," he mutters, issuing a gentle massage to her inner thigh, "You'll get what you want, honey. Just relax."

She takes a deep inhale and nods her head, feeling messy knots form from the friction against the fuzzy throw pillow she's laying against. She licks over her lips as she allows her eyes to flutter closed, enjoying the familiar pleasure of her boyfriend suckling at her clit. Since starting their relationship, she found out he was obsessed with going down on her and rarely fucked her without splitting her open with his tongue first. In a short timespan, he got to know every last one of her triggers, figuring out exactly how to make her cum over and over again. 

"Is it okay if I touch you down here?"

She shudders as he licks a stripe up her lips, feeling his thumb gently probe at her ass. She mumbles out an affirmative answer and he shuffles a bit lower. Carefully, his tongue ventures down, using the tip of the muscle to slowly lick at the tight ring of muscles. 

"Oh," she breathes out, blinking her eyes open. He stops and glances up to gauge her expression, prepared to stop. "No, it's— it's good. Keep going." 

He nods hesitantly, not entirely convinced. He repeats the same pattern, offering slow, careful licks, his eyebrows raising slightly when he hears a whimper fall from her lips. 

"Good?" he asks, desperate for her confirmation. 

"Yeah... 's good. Want more, I think." 

He curses lowly to himself and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. He's planning to take it excruciatingly slow so he thinks his spit is enough lubrication for right now, especially since her pussy is dripping down all the way to her thighs. 

Coating his finger in saliva, he pets at her hole, trying to loosen it slightly before pressing in. He uses his other hand and runs it through her arousal, smearing it around her ass. 

"Messy girl," he mumbles, though it's mainly to himself. "You look so pretty down here, y'know that?" 

She mewls and covers an arm over her face, making him chuckle. Slowly, he presses the tip of his finger inside, eliciting a quiet gasp from above. He gently shushes her.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. Just stay relaxed, yeah?"

"Uh-huh," she nods, swallowing, "Feels... full."

"Yeah?" he echoes as he gradually continues to pushing in. He spits, landing directly on his finger in her ass, and she gasps. "Do you like being full back here?"

He gives her a few moments to adjust to the sensation before he unhurriedly starts to rock his finger in and out, watching as her hole swallows it up. He'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't rock hard in his sweats, the sight nearly being enough to make him cum. 

"Yeah, I do," she finally answers, whimpering through a harsh swallow. "Can I— is it okay if I touch myself?"

"Shit, yeah, honey. Go ahead." 

Her fingers trail down the length of her body until they find her clit. She collects some of the arousal pooling and brings it up the bud of nerves, moaning softly as she begins to circle it tightly. 

"More," she breathes out, making Harry look up at her with a quirked brow, "Can you— more lube and another finger?"

"More?" Harry asks in slight disbelief, reaching over to grab the small bottle of lube off the table. He uncaps it and drizzles some over his finger. 

"Yeah. Another finger, I can take it." 

He groans and spread the lube to his middle finger, preparing to fit it in next to the one already buried inside. 

"Tell me if it's too much, okay?" 

She nods and quickens the loops around her clit, a louder moan breaking free when he pushes it in. It's a stretch of course, but he's not sure she doesn't like the slight pain of it. 

"It feels really good," she mumbles as he scissors his fingers, thrusting them steadily, "Will you— fuck— can I have the plug?"

He chuckles at her eagerness before pressing a chaste kiss right below her clit. "Not today, baby. Don't wanna hurt you." 

He hears her huff lightly and he smirks. "What, are you my little anal girl now? Desperate to get all filled back here too?" 

"Yes," she whimpers, exasperation clear in her tone. 

"Atta girl. Keep rubbing that pearly clit, I wanna watch you cum, sweetheart." 

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna," she promises haphazardly, wiggling her bottom half to meet the thrusts of his fingers. He feels like he's about to explode, so he can only imagine how his girl feels. Her thighs are tensing beneath his touch while soft whimpers leave her throat. It's a beautiful sight, one that he can't help but feel pride towards, knowing he's the reason why she feels so good. 

He feels her muscles tighten around his fingers and he groans from the sensation, glancing up to see her own digits stall over her clit. He makes quick work to add his other hand to the mix, making up for her limited movement as her back arches against the couch, a series of moans signaling her peak. 

"Fuck, oh my god— fuck, 's so good, 's so good—"

He doubles down on his efforts as he watches her babble, enthralled by the sight of her holes clenching as she comes. Arousal leaks steadily from her pussy and he can't help but dip forward as he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of her ass, eagerly licking up her juices. 

As her orgasm tapers off, he gently pulls his fingers from her asshole, unabashedly lifting them to his mouth. She watches him with a slack jaw, his chin shiny and covered in her cum.

"Wow," she mumbles tiredly. He chuckles and climbs up the length of her body before pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

"I'll take it you liked that." 

She blushes and hits his chest lightly, "Don't make me feel weird about it." 

"Nothing to feel weird about, silly girl," he murmurs. "I loved it."

She hums as she buries her head into the crook of his neck, exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm. It's silent for a few moments as his hand moves up and down her bare back, leaning down to kiss her hair every now and then. 

Eventually, she lifts her head to peak at him.

"So we'll use the plug next time, right?"

Harry thinks he may actually cum in his pants next time. 

[sebastianwallows]

Lust

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader

WARNING: 18+ smut, dark!sebastian,

NOTE: Anon request for "Seb + lust potion". Everyone is aged up! Tbh I don't know how I feel about how this turned out

Sebastian wasn't innocent at the beginning or end this quest. He had taken an interest in the dark arts since his 4th or 5th year at Hogwarts. He was driven by his parents ceaseless curiosity while they were alive and later in life by trying to cure Anne. After everything happened with his uncle and everyone involved chose to spare him the justice of the wizarding world, he toned it down.

That didn't mean he let go of it entirely. He continued to explore things that could be considered "dark arts" but things that could be used day-to-day or at least when it was convenient. Currently, he was in his home at Feldcroft, alone without Anne or Solomon to be his keepers.

He drank a bit too much Dragon Barrel brandy, especially for someone trying to accomplish what he was. He wanted to modify a draught of Amortentia in a way that made it more than some temporary infatuation, but a way that made someone painfully lustful. And the someone he wanted to give it to was you.

You were the only person who was really in his corner anymore, but he hadn't been able to think straight since he'd officially lost everyone else. He hadn't been able to settle with all of the guilt and fear that any day one of you would just turn him in. So, he had taken to drinking and being a degenerate no matter how much you tried to save him.

If you knew his secrets, maybe you would finally turn your back on him for good, but for now, you couldn't help that you loved him all these years.

Sebastian's problem was now that in the midst of his drinking and scheming, he took the Amortentia himself as opposed to having more of his brandy. He passed out shortly afterward, at least making it to his couch. Which is where you found him in the morning.

You had come as you did every morning to make sure he at least ate one meal without booze. You came over sleepy and with just a knitted shawl to cover your night dress. It wasn't as if Sebastian was ever aware enough to notice you anymore, not like the hungry glances you used to see from him. And it was always dark when you wandered over from your stay, getting ready for the rest of your day in Sebastian's home.

When you came in the first thing you noticed was that he hadn't even made it to bed last night. It made you let out a sad sigh. You weren't cleaning up the mess of potion bottles he left out for god knows what, he could deal with that on his own, but you at least planned to wake him up.

"Sebastian..." your voice was soft as you shook his shoulders, unable to be anything but tender with him despite everything.

He heard you and groaned. He expected his skull to be throbbing from last night, but he felt really confused when the blood rushed to a different head. His eyes shot open and he startled the both of you, making you stumble to a seat right next to his knees.

"Sebastian?! What the hell did you drink last night?" He figured that out about as soon as his eyelids felt heavy looking at you. He could see the outline of your breasts, your hips, your curves; he could see everything through your thin gown and felt like he was going to explode. Did you always come over here like this? Is he that stupid to not have taken you yet?

His thoughts wandered all over the place as you placed a hand on his chest in worry. "Sebastian? Are you in there? What's wrong?" You hadn't seen him look this sober in a year or two honestly.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, running a hand threw his hair before he propped himself up, face just inches from yours.

"I-yeah, I just had some really strange dreams. I don't know what happened last night."

You crossed your arms, ignoring the lure of his rough morning voice before scolding him, "Well, I'm not cleaning up whatever all this is. I'm not your maid."

His maid? Is that really how you felt? You stood up, shuffling over to his kitchen to get hot water started. His jaw nearly fell to the floor as he saw your entire silhouette through your gown; with the way, the sun was shining it was like you were delivered to him on a silver platter.

He couldn't think straight. He was thinking about how constricting his pants felt, how hot his skin was, how much he wanted to practically eat you alive.

He stood up to stretch before he followed after you like a puppy. He peeled his old shirt over his head without a care. He felt like he was going to melt with it sticking to him.

When you turned around to meet him you had to work hard to contain your expression. You were looking right into his chest with how tall he'd gotten. All you could see were fleshy arms and chest just absolutely covered in freckles.

"Wait," you looked up at him, unable to contain your surprise as he spoke, "I know you're not my maid. I know how much you take care of me here," he used his fingers to swipe some loose hairs from around your face, "let me be your maid today."

You couldn't contain your laughter at how goofy he sounded. It made him a little bit angry, he just wanted to say whatever would get you to let him ruin your soft skin and he couldn't even manage that right anymore.

"Sebastian, I don't know what's going on today, but just go do whatever you do."

You waved him off, attempting to turn back towards the kitchen when he grabbed your wrist tightly, "I can run your bath for you?"

He dropped to his knees in front of you, looking up at you through his lashes as he brought your hand to his cheek.

"Please. I know I've been a burden, I've been - I've been bad, but I want to help. I want to do better by you."

You eye him strangely, unsure of what is going on. You've seen his charades and empty promises before and this definitely sounded like that. If you didn't know better you would almost think he was trying to seduce you in some weird way, but that would be a first.

"Seb. I love you dearly, but I don't know what you're doing and you know I don't trust you."

He groaned, dropping your hand, leaning his head against your legs. He was completely unable to resist running his hands along the back of your calves.

"Okay, you know how I go to Penny's Pub."

"Yes, Sebastian, unfortunately I do."

He started speaking again, standing up slowly as he did and caressing your curves the whole way up, he decided to play the helpless card, "I'm embarrassed," he intentionally avoided your gaze, " some woman I never met bought me a drink and I didn't feel so good so I came back here."

He was really trying to playing it up as he ran his fingertips up and down the back of your neck, "But I, I think she slipped me a lust potion. It's some gross modification of Amortentia."

He avoided your gaze, the redness in his cheeks in ears made it seem like he wasn't lying through his teeth.

"O-okay and what am I supposed to do?" The rise and fall of your chest came quicker, "You got yourself into this mess, it's nothing to do with me."

You did your best to brush him off, not wanting to give in to whatever game this was. Even if it was true, it didn't mean you owed him anything. He wasn't the Sebastian you used to know.

You attempted once more to turn away from him, but his grip along your jaw tightened. "I need you," he spoke aggressively before his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You placed your hands on his chest in attempt to push him back, but he responded by pinning you to the counter, tilting his head so he could speak low into your ear, "I know you need this too," his hand drifted to your skirts, dipping beneath to trace the skin of your thigh, "you can fight me, but I know I'll find you dripping underneath of here. I need the tight little pussy I've never been strong enough to take."

You could feel him drifting closer to the wetness you were ashamed of, you squirmed, but it made no difference. You could feel how stiff he was against you, how his hot commanding breath felt on your neck. "I can't hold back anymore," he whimpered, almost sounding sorry and pathetic for what he was about to do. His fingers passed through your slick folds, smearing it around to press a lubricated thumb to your clit.

"Sebastian..." You gave yourself to how good it felt, hands turned to fists as you clenched onto his pecs.

"I've been so stupid. Could've had you drooling on my cock like this the whole time." You let out a sharp moan of disappointment as he took is hand away before hoisting you onto the counter top.

He looked at you sinfully, your flushed demeanor of want and fear, your rumpled clothes splayed out over your legs you didn't even know you were spreading. He couldn't contain himself as he growled low in his throat, taking the collar of your gown and tearing through the buttons. He yanked harder still until the skirt tore straight in half.

There you were, naked, swollen, soaking, torn between the "no" you know you should give him and the fact that you can't seem to open your mouth open.

"You're so fucking perfect," for a few moments he couldn't bring himself to do anything besides stare and drink you in, "I'm going to leave bruises here," he palmed the skin of your hip, over the curve of your belly, continuing upwards, "and here. Maybe bite marks, maybe I'll leave my seed here to stain you," he flicked his fingers across your nipple, massaging the warm flesh.

He took the step forward to be directly between your legs, pinning your wrists to the counter top. He looked right into your eyes, "I might tie these up to mark them up too. So everybody can see what you let me do."

He knelt in front of you, his blown pupils never looking away from yours as he grabs you by the thighs and pulls you into his mouth. His lips cover your mound, tongue tracing your folds before flicking across your clit.

Your mewls and moans drive him to keep going and work harder, sucking on the sensitive nub and digging his fingers into your thighs. He looked beautiful between your legs, a mess of auburn hair with freckled fingers holding you hostage to his assault.

"Sebastian, Sebastian, I -" Your legs clenched and he gripped you hard to keep you from closing them, he knows your close. He's nearly done in for himself with your taste and scent, he felt like you could be his last meal and he would die a happy man.

When he feels the final tension from your legs he completely releases you, standing up and holding you by the hips. You nearly have tears in your eyes from how close you were when he denied you of it. You could see his damp mouth and chin just inches from your face.

You flinch when he swipes a finger through your folds before bringing it up to your lips. You feel embarrassed to smell and see your arousal. He uses his clean hand to drag your chin down and force your mouth open, "Taste how dirty you are, Y/N. You've been so needy for me this whole time."

You can feel the tears of frustration about to come out as you let him pop his finger into your mouth, forcing you to clean it all off.

"I bet it hurts to be so pent up, so close, but not able to get what you want," a wet slap echoes through the room as you bite your lip to hold back your pleas, "that's how you've made me feel this whole time. Trouncing around in a harlot's clothes, waiting for someone to stop being a gentleman," he chuckled darkly, "but I bet you didn't expect it would be me who would torture you."

You can't find any words as you see the look of nothing but lust on his face, he has no compassion for you right now, he's thinking only of doing all the things he's wanted for so long.

You find yourself slightly surprised as he lifts you up to carry you into his bedroom where he tosses your bare form onto the bed. You feel like prey with how he looks down at your form.

Yet you can't find it in you to look away as he pulls his belt from his trousers first, then unfastens the button to allow the to hit the floor, taking his undergarments with them.

He's bigger than you anticipated. His cock is swollen looking as if it's about to burst at any moment as he crawls between your legs to pin you down. You yelp as he pulls you by you hips to meet his cock, grinding against you while he covers your lips with his.

The kisses are sloppy as his tongue traces patterns on your lips before you let him in, he pulls at your lips with his teeth leaving bitten flesh before you finally let him inside. They're suffocating and intoxicating all at the same time, every sensation feels like it's magnified at this point.

You wrap your arms helplessly around him, feeling his pulse through his biceps and the tensed muscles along his back. He moves down to your breasts leaving a trail of bites while you rut against each other for relief.

He pulls back to take in the full site of you before positioning himself at your entrance. He wants to see you fall apart when you have the full force of him inside of you. Without any time to react he thrusts himself into you, the room filling with the sounds of moans and wet skin.

All he cared about was how you practically swallowed his cock. You were wet and needy and he felt like he could have cum on the spot, but he wanted to hold back. He wanted to make you sore, to show everyone what he had done to you.

He fucked you relentlessly with one hand braced on your hip and another he moved down to play with you once more. He needed you to like it whether you wanted to or not. He needed to know he made you finish with the full force of his cock and his fingers.

You could see how flushed he was in the face and chest, clearly holding back. You couldn't deny how attractive he was as he pounded in and out of you. As you noticed all the freckles on his body in place you had never imagined they'd be; the way his hands looked pressing into your skin almost painfully.

The way he looked down at you with hooded eyes, intent on leaving you destroyed as he fucked you and fought to give you the orgasm he so abruptly took from you earlier.

You felt it building in your stomach and pulled Sebastian down on top of you, feeling greedy to want to feel his weight all over you when you came crashing down. You felt it through your stomach like electricity as you squeezed your legs around him crying out nonsense from the pleasure.

When he realized you were there he picked up his pace, allowing himself the permission to release right inside of you. He grunted and you could feel him so deep inside that you thought you were going to fall apart. He had wanted to shoot his ropes of cum all over you and see you as his crumpled-up little mess, but he didn't have the strength to do it.

He collapsed against you and you both breathed heavily together. He didn't know if the potion made these things any more intense, but he felt like he could see stars from how hard he had just finished. He clutched at you a little more gently than before, nuzzling into your neck.

"Y/N..." your name fell off of his lips in a deep sigh. The smallest bit of guilt settled in with him now that he was 100% not under the influence of anything else.

You let yourself play with his hair softly as he spoke up, "I need to tell you something."

[90smaximoff]

Pleaaaase write a threesome with a strap 🤤 preferably with y/n, Wanda and anyone else but tbh I’d love it for anyone

dreaming with you.

author’s note: thanks for requesting 🫶

words: 900

warnings: smut (+18), strap on, blowjob on a strap, fingering, dirty talk, kinda dubcon?? honestly i don’t think so but just to be safe i will add this, i guess that’s it, enjoy 🫶

Wanda thrusted her hips onto your mouth, moaning as she feel the warmth of your mouth enveloped her strap - thanks to her magic for that.

You didn’t even remember how this started, how you ended up on all fours in Wanda’s bed naked, actually you wasn’t even thinking about it, the only thing that you could focus at the moment was how pretty she looked with her mouth open moaning your name as you suck her strap.

You could feel your arousal running down your thighs as you look up at her, doing the best you can to make her feel good, and for the way she was looking down at you with so much lust you could tell that was working.

“Oh baby, you’re doing so good, you’re gonna make me cum in your mouth.” She whispered and you wondered if she could really cum in your mouth though the toy.

But you didn’t have much time to process this since you feel soft hands running through your lower back and heard a voice speak to the woman.

“Not yet, Wands, c’mon, bet you wanna cum inside her instead.” Natasha Romanoff herself had her clothes off and was behind you on the bed, caressing your back and looking mesmerized at the sigh of you sucking the witch’s cock.

You didn’t even panicked, because you just feel hotter, both woman’s attention were in you, looking at you and desiring you for herself.

Wanda took a grip to your hair, pressing your head to swallow her shaft deeper and agreed with Natasha as you almost gagged on her cock. “Yeah, but her mouth feels so good, i guess i will have to fill you twice, don’t i, detka?” You shake your head a yes.

You wonders what that term means, but assumed that must be tender, since she looks at you with care as saying that with the thick accent.

That’s when you feel Natasha take one hand off your back to her fingers start to play with your embarrassingly wet pussy, spreading your lips open and easily putting two of her fingers inside in a slow pace.

“Damn, she’s so fucking wet. All of that just for sucking cock, baby? Are you that desperate?” You could hear her smile.

As you feel her fingers inside, finally giving you some relief, you moan in Wanda’s cock, causing vibrations through her whole body and making her roll her eyes, mourning a bad word.

All you could think about was what that women were about to do with you, how bad you wanted them to have their way with you, everything feels so sexy and perfect that you were scared to wake up from that dream.

But, eventually, that’s exactly what happens. You open your eyes as the sunlight enters your room through the curtains of your window, actually, Tony Stark’s window, since that was his tower. The Avengers tower.

You growls trying to make your eyes adjust to the light and mentally swearing at yourself for waking up before the better part. You feel really wet between your legs, probably needing a long cold shower for start the day, but not before breakfast, or maybe just a little snack since you feel too hungry to cook anything better.

You got out off the bed and went downstairs still in pajamas, thinking that since you didn’t heard nothing upstairs everybody should be still sleeping. And you were right, except for two russians who seemed very awake as you enter the kitchen and see them both talking as eating breakfast.

Shame running through your body remembering your wet dream with them, but there’s no way they could know that, you know that Wanda would never cross boundaries and read your mind especially without a reason.

“Good morning.” Wanda greet you with a smile and you feel your cheeks flustering.

Natasha looked at you and winked, you feel even bad for dreaming about them fucking you, they were gentle with you since the moment you joined the team, always giving you advices and teaching things, they’re great coworkers maybe even friends and you just think about how they taste. As you feel like a pervert woman, your appetite is gone.

“Good morning.” You said ashamed.

“Did you sleep well?” Natasha asks, taking a sip from the mug that you’ve assumed that was coffee.

“Y-yeah.” Your voice failed and you looked at the floor from the shame, remembering how her voice was in your dream.

“Good. I slept very well too, did you have a good dream?” She smiles brighter and you could swear that you’ve heard Wanda’s laugh but decided to ignore it as you were ignoring the sound of her voice saying it, almost as if was teasing you.

“I don’t remember…”

Natasha just agreed with her head.

“Well, i’m going take a shower, see you guys later.” Since you couldn’t wait for getting out that damn kitchen, you turned your back and started your way to upstairs, until you hear Wanda’s voice.

“You’re not eating anything, detka?” You looked at her. She never called you that, not in real life, at least.

As you feel your cheeks burn from embarrassment and told yourself that there’s no way they could know about your dream, you shake your head a no and almost run to your room.

Little did you know that Wanda herself gave you that dream, and Natasha asked to participate.

[bettdraws]

Genuine question but if elain and azriel weren’t going to have some romantic relationship, why did SJM even write that first half of the bonus chapter? Elucien are already mates, she could’ve written a scene with them or not mentioned azriel and elain at all.

I’m not saying that gwynriel half of the bonus chapter was meaningless, they DID have good banter and the language used was eyebrow-raising at the very least, like something is def hinted there but I’m just confused about it. Like if she’s going in gwynriel direction, she could’ve JUST written the second half of the scene. We didn’t even KNOW elain and azriel were interacting before. Like why write a scene with Az + elain and then wreck them in the same chapter?

It’s so weird?? It could’ve easily been a set up for elucien and gwynriel but now it looks more like she was setting up for a love triangle between Az Gwyn and Elain.

I don’t know what to make of this 🤷🏻‍♀️ it just felt unnecessary lol bc if the next book IS azriel, I really don’t think she is going to have him move on from Mor to Elain, then Elain to Gwyn over the course of one chapter that didn’t even make it in the book?

It makes me so annoyed to think about that stupid BC. She should’ve never released it bc whether it’s gwynriel or elriel, that bonus chapter doesn’t make sense.

Like yeah yeah, we see how toxic elriel could’ve been and we see how they would never work - but like… tbh I didn’t think anything was happening between elain and azriel UNTIL the bonus chapter. I literally read that and was like HUH when did they—??? And then he was like “this was a mistake” and they went their separate ways and he ended the chapter with Gwyn. If SJM is going for Gwynriel endgame, it would’ve been so much better if she just didn’t even include the first part of the bonus chapter?? And vice versa.

If she hadn’t written the first part, I wouldn’t think elriel was a thing. If she hadn’t written the second part I wouldn’t think gwynriel was a thing.

I don’t think she did it just for drama either so I literally dunno what purpose it serves.

Hey!! That’s a great question, let me dive into it…

I think the bonus chapter has three parts, one with Elain, one with Rhys, one with Gwyn, not only to cement Gwynriel but also to give an end to Elriel. This also while deep diving into Azriel’s thoughts and motivations.

I for one, never really considered Elriel as strongly as their shippers do, but I could tell there was something going on there, in Acowar we got some winks at Elain being comfortable with Azriel (even if kind of in a childish, innocent way) and in Acofas we got the beginning of them acting awkward with eachother, Elain showing Azriel her plans etc, I remember thinking it was at best cute and Elain obviously had a crush on Az (but he was still pretty much still hung up with Mor and she was still mourning her fiance). When I read the BC I was so shocked and uncomfortable with Azriel’s purely sexual thoughts about Elain, it was deliberate, to show the reader Azriel is probably confusing lust with romantic feelings. That’s I think why you say the BC was the first time you saw them as a couple, but this shock to me was more in the way Azriel himself actually viewed Elain, until then we all at least agreed it was in a more tender way, and this was absolutely crushed with his pov (and we actually see this tenderness in the way he thinks about Gwyn instead).

Now to your main question: Why add Elain in his chapter? And to that we first need to answer why SJM wrote Elriel at all.

As an Elucien I can’t come here and say Elriel never existed because it did, but the reason SJM wrote it is not to lead them as endgame, but to add layers and tension to these characters. Firstly, Elriel for me was there to add some will-they-won’t-they to Elucien’s mating bond. Look, with no other couple did we have a mating bond snapped and proclaimed even before the two characters even spoke to each-other. This the first time we have this scenario, and things need to go one way for the tension to be there.

If Elain was just mourning Graysen (which relationship was ended in the same book Elucien gained traction) then it would have been too given that they would inevitably find their way to eachother. So she adds Azriel to the mix, who at that point had only ever been interested in Mor for 500 years, with absolutely zero possibility of her ever mirroring his interest. It just makes sense for his character to also find that fixation on Elain, another unattainable female. This was another way Azriel continued his self sabotage behavior, and so we had the first real stepping stone into what his character arc will be when he gets his book.

But we can agree Elriel started (to act as a red herring for Elucien, add character tension, give Az an arc), gained traction in Acofas, and when Sarah introduced us to Gwyn and had the realization she was perfect for Azriel, she had to close the Elriel thread. So here comes the BC.

As readers we needed to see with our own eyes why exactly these two characters weren’t good together, just like she did this with Tamlin in a more dramatic way before Feyre could see Rhys in a romantic way, Sarah gave us all the clues in the way Azriel thought about Elain hyper sexually, how he called their encounter a mistake, how he focused too much in her mating bond, even in ACOSF we got winks of him limiting Elain when she clearly wanted to help, because she should not be exposed to darkness. Then comes Rhys, asking Azriel the questions we as readers were asking him: what about Mor? No answer. Do you think you deserve Elain? Diverting the answer to say Lucien doesn’t (showing us his possible insecurity towards him). And then we have the Gwyn part, in which we see Azriel’s character actually shine, even if he still can’t see this is actually the way, not the doomed self sabotage relationship he was entertaining with Elain.

The thing is it IS a set up for Elucien and Gwynriel:

Elucien: Lucien was there in the same house when the almost kiss happened, this is a calculated thing, the chapter could have happened a day after and it would have worked perfectly, but no, Lucien was there too. Something tells me Lucien knows what transpired, he probably could feel it, hear it, smell it or at least have some perception of it. And this just adds more angst to what Elain and him are going to go through.

Gwynriel: the obvious banter, exact opposite of Azriel’s and Elain’s interaction (for the better), and the hints of their potential mating bond.

To sum it up, Elriel was a thing before the bonus chapter, thats for sure, but Sarah needed to end it before she could continue, however small and insignificant their relationship actually was. And I don’t agree that this set up a love triangle between Elain/Az/Gwyn, when Azriel said “this was a mistake” Sarah ended any possibility of that, Elain gave him back the necklace she was at first eager to receive, Lucien was there and probably knows something happened, Azriel thought he had been right to stay away, and it ended with him thinking about Gwyn’s glowing eyes and smiling about her.

I hope this answers your question, I actually think the bonus chapter was masterfully written to tell us everything we need to know about what was actually happening inside Azriels head, and give us a hint of his future and the future of the other characters.

If she hadn’t written the first part, then we could’ve never gotten those rich pieces of information into Azriel’s trauma, red flags, jealousy and thought process that will play a part in his own book (because they’re far from resolved). By having both we could see how Elain brings up the worse in him, while Gwyn calms the restlessness inside of him instantly.

[foursaints]

I NEEEEEEEDDDD your Regulus Black hcs. What is he like in your head??? Is he a perfectionist???? Is he downright insane?????? Which Sturniolo brother is he????? I need details on EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!

omg to start im not really a Regulus Blogger... i love him ofc but hes usually only in the background to my rosekiller. and i love all the regulus characterizations i read (more than my own sometimes tbh)

my controversial take is that my reggie is tall 😔..... he's small growing up but now he's the same height as James. who has a sort of furious, lustful conniption every time he wants to make a snide comment and remembers that The Baby Black is now a perfectly grown 20-something with unimpressed eyes and the world's unfairest aristocratic jawline

he and sirius both have that ethereal, feylike house-black thing going on, except sirius is prettier and more striking and softer and more girlish. like snow white. regulus looks every part the conventional pureblood heir: dark and austerely handsome and fine-boned and patrician. the thickest eyelashes.

undisputed leader of his friend group but not on purpose. reggie sees himself as this unappealing boring loser (the opposite of sirius) but he just has this? ineffable main-character thrall? once he's in your life you just want to die for him

he didnt mean to have the skittles but reggie can't help collecting outcasts & freaks like hes putting easter eggs in a basket. they really love each other but sometimes i see the slytherins as being a far more exaggerated version of the marauders perceived "roles": regulus as james (undisputed leader), barty as sirius (sexy ride-or-die), rosier twins as remus & peter ("nerds" 1 & 2)

very very tender and sensitive. perhaps more so than sirius

my reg is fastidious and organized and ALLEGEDLY an insane compulsive control freak like evan rosier. he has repressed every emotion he's felt for the last two decades under a cooly unbothered facade. except the difference is evan never slips up and regulus is having hysterical meltdowns into $5 chili's bottomless margaritas at least a couple times a month.

like he's eating a pint of ice cream alone in his car scream-sobbing to Since U Been Gone after he broke up with barty for the 800th time. #evanwouldnever

much love and respect to grumpy emo regulus but that is not my reggie... my reg is an posh antisocial City Gay drinking an extra dry martini at a gallery opening on the upper east side and scowling. wearing a fuzzy cream sweater and $800 loafers with no socks. his back hurts and he wants to go home

i fully believe he could survive being dropped in the alaskan wilderness with 0 supplies he just seems like he'd do whatever it takes to Survive etc. just like crafting a spear with the most "it is what it is" look in his eyes. wouldn't even faze him.

my modern au regulus works running one of those little stuffed animal hospitals repairing teddy bears and thats really important to me, personally,

[nsee-dious]

Hi !

Love your art and your interpretation of Miguel

Do you have any fic recommendations ?

Hey!✨ first of all thank you so much! I draw Miguel in a pretty chill/ soft way which is so far from the way he is depicted in the movie so I’m happy you like it🙌

Fun fact, I started reading fanfics like 6 months ago because of ATSV so I’m really new to this haha. I sonely read spiderdads fanfic tbh, I wish I had time to read/dig more, but here is some I have loved and sometime go back to:

- Muscle memory (E/ AU) my favorite, I had tears reading it! It’s super soft and cozy✨

-I Think Your Dad Should Date My Dad. (M/ AU) just started this one but I like how soft it is!

- Rage, love, lust on fire (E)

- Lacking in all things tender (E)

-How make Peter B. quiet (T) just short and cute

-Rough On The Surface (But You Cut Through Like a Knife) (G)

- Almost (G)

If anyone has good recommendations for soft fanfics I’m in, whatever the dynamic/ ship 😔🤙

[sunlightandsuffering]

NEEDY MIKASA REVERSE SMUT!

Idk if this will ever see the light of day tbh, I was trying to write needy omega Mikasa bc I read reverse again but Idk if i made her TOO needy, like perhaps this is a different omega MIkasa bc idk if she fits reverse i was gonna have her really be omega brain, fucked out but idkkk y'all. IM JUST EXPERIMENTING LMK WHAT U THINK

Her heat, Mikasa comes to find out, is something that cannot be explained. 

No, it can only be experienced, words could not even begin to describe the feelings that overtake her in the hours after Eren bites her. It feels like anything and everything all at once, tastes like the salty sweat of his skin tinged mixed with pure desperation. Her whole world narrows to one thing alone: Eren. 

She’s never felt such intense desire, such despairing need to have someone else. She aches everywhere he isn’t, every inch of her he doesn’t touch, doesn’t kiss, every second he’s not inside her is torture of the highest order. 

And god, she’s so hot, her whole body on fire, and it’s barely been ten minutes since he was last around. It’s strange, she used to consider herself an alpha, acted with all the intensity and confidence that came with the class, never bowing down to anyone, a blatant refusal to submit. And even when she’d first learned of her omega status she hadn’t lost that attitude, hadn’t become the weak needy little omega that most would expect of her. 

But now, here, at this moment she embodies every omega stereotype there is and more, docile, submissive, needy, dripping with the evidence of her desire, her cunt sodden with slick, just waiting to be taken again. 

But worse yet, she doesn’t care. 

She doesn’t give a flying fuck, because giving into this is everything she never knew she needed. 

She adores it, pities all the alphas that look down on her because this is bliss. 

Her mind is blissfully, beautifully blank, no worries, no concerns of mating, there is only Eren. How he’ll take care of her, how he’ll fuck her next, breed her full, make her take his knot over and over again. She sighs blissfully, toeing at the edge of consciousness, and already she aches for him, to be full again, to have him stretch her out on his knot. 

Fuck. 

A sound escapes her, a needy little whine as she finally opens her eyes, and her breasts ache, her pussy throbs, her every sense attuned to him. 

Where is he? Her brain has been rewired, and dimly Mikasa realizes heat sick is a concept she’s barely begun to grasp, because this is heat sickness, this innate, intense desire to be fucked, filled up, ruined for other men. “Eren?” She calls, and she’s shocked at the raspy lustful way it comes out, the seductive lilt, every part of her intended to seduce him, just how nature intended for it to be. 

A ripe, fertile omega for a worthy alpha, so where is he? 

Her call is met by only silence and Mikasa fumes at being ignored, disregarded, how her alpha could leave her like this, so vulnerable, wanting. She slips from the bed in nothing more than a cream-coloured sheet that barely covers her breasts. She’s not phased, the chill barely registering, her brain hardwired to find him, tingles of electricity zapping through her, radiating out from the tender bite on her neck. “Eren,” she tries again, her voice coming out desperate, whiny, foreign to her own ears, but it’s so much, so hard to behave differently when everything inside her craves him, like an addict going through withdrawal. It’s not fair, where is he? 

Tears prick her eyes as she steps into the kitchen, she needs him, everything feels raw, her breasts tender, aching for his touch, the delicious soreness of her cunt, only a cold reminder that he’s not inside her anymore. She feels weak, unfulfilled, “Please,” she whispers, one last plead. Mikasa can barely stand it anymore, her sheet falling away, parting to reveal her full breasts, and touching them is all she can do to relieve the gnawing ache inside of her. 

She massages them softly, wishing for bigger hands, rougher ones, that might tweak her nipples, or a warm mouth to suckle at them, worship her properly. 

Her other hand slips greedily down to her pussy, just to touch, to tease, to feel what Eren had been so enamoured with. She cries out at the first touch, finding herself deliciously wet, her slick already soaking the sheet below her. She allows herself only little touches at first, knowing somewhere deep within that this should be left to her Alpha, that he will surely be upset if he were to find her like this, and yet the temptation is too sweet. 

Her eyes roll back into her head at the first hint of penetration, her index finger slipping in just a little, and she’s delighted at how easy it is, knows her cunt is probably glossy with their combined essence. 

A brief glance confirms it, and she’s giddy at the sight, pretty white leaking from her pussy, spread over every inch of her slit, just as it should be. 

She trails a finger over her soft nether lips, pressing it back inside where it belongs, her whole being delighted with it. 

Mikasa is delirious with the sensations, not enough to compare to Eren, but just enough to take the edge off, to make it bearable until her alpha comes back. 

And that’s how Eren finds her, fingering herself in the kitchen, eagerly awaiting his return.

Thankfully, it takes about 0.02 seconds for him to do something about it, to take care of his needy omega the way she should be. 

[mini-ism]

OBEY ME!— how do they kiss you? demon bros./reader. fluff.

synopsis; uhh i forgot and the tags too....

warnings; none

tags; just kissies

extra; i honestly just wrote this all down and disregarded my new theme tbh 😭 from mikodotcom era

lucifer— romantically.

lucifer kisses you romantically. he cups your face and pecks your lips. lucifer gives romantic soft kisses that leave you winded and asking for more. he gives you the most intimate and caring kisses, for the human he will always love most. he holds you close or gently grabs your chin and plants his lips onto yours. lucifer rubs circles with his hand on your back, spending his most tender moments with you. he kisses you teasingly whenever you take his reading glasses, or graze his ashen wings.

mammon— quickly.

it's no surprise that mammon harbors a massive crush on you, and whenever he kisses you, he pulls away in an instant. your first kiss and your most recent kiss are very similar to that nature. mammon and you lock lips, he then pulls away and wipes them with his sleeve. his palms get sweaty, and he's partially flushed. his body grows hotter with every kiss you give him, whether they'd be playful and teasing, or yearning for something more. you'll always be his first. mammon's everything.

leviathan— longingly.

leviathan craves touch, and takes whatever you may give him. levi wanted to make sure your first kiss with him was perfect. perfect scenery, mutual pining, and a long, sweet kiss. he often grabs and holds your hand wherever you two are. perhaps his eyes dwell on you two long, or his gentle gesture was a bit drawn out. those awkward moments are entirely accidental, but it's only because he adores you. he only does it to tease you, but he even talks about his "ruri-chan" to get you jealous and kiss him.

satan— creatively.

satan's whole gimmick is books— he gets many of his ideas from his reading. he reads light novels and romance books, from front to back, finding new and exciting ways to steal a kiss from you. satan's favorite kiss you two shared was from "human media," suggesting that you two recreate the kiss scene between peter parker and mary jane. it took many tries, but each time was no less amusing. love with satan isn't always as stagnant as it may seem at first.

asmodeus— lustfully.

as the avatar of lust himself, there is no other way to kiss the love of his life. every single one of his kisses are nearly intoxicating. asmo loves kissing you anywhere they can, no inch of skin will be left neglected. his lover will always be kissed in no chaste way. his kisses are to tease you and get you to kiss him back. he kisses you and always wants to go further with you, as if they have no shame.

beelzebub— carefully.

beel is a big guy. like, really big. he always makes sure you're comfortable and safe before he kisses you, and he always places his hand on your cheek. he lets you know he loves you indirectly— and it's not because he's ashamed to admit it, he's not used to saying "i love you." he's gentle with you, he couldn't ever let you get hurt, and when you're a bit tender or sad, he takes your hand and puts it on his chest and he kisses you as many times as you need, a little smile growing on his lips.

belphegor— lazily.

sleepy kisses are belphie's favorite kind of kisses. he always spoons you and puts his lips on yours with minimal effort. he hums every time you kiss him back, and he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder or his bedding with a smile. he adores when you dote on his puffy and baggy eyes, or even how slowly he moves. belphie is delicate at nature, and he appreciates how understanding you can be, so he plants his lips onto yours every time you snake your way into his arms.

[dia-souls]

Pairing: Kino 🎮 and Yui 🌸

Author: Admin Irsa

Genre : ⚠️ Romance, Tragedy end ⚠️

TW: Forced relationship, Pregnancy, Blood mentioned, Death, Tragedy Ending

Admin's Note: I am back with another one shot and this time pairing is kino and Yui as we all know there is not so many fics about them that is something that hyped me while writting it. Kinoyui and Shinyui has very strong rivalry for being my fav that's the reason I asked for your opinion. I don't know how I came up with this idea tbh words came to me while writting I hope you all will enjoy as there aren't much CD and route related to Kino so it was a bit hard to create a Kinoyui one shot.....

🌟 Distant Stars 🌟

Kino sighed as he looked at Yui sleeping besides him peacefully. His hand caressed her tender cheek which has now become chubby because of her good health. This has become a daily routine of her arguing with Kino. Kino used to reply her back but stopped because Yui got sensitive and starts crying and then he comforts her then she sleeps, his hand went to her bulging belly which had his and Yui's child inside.

This child is forced on her. Yui doesn't love Kino but he is sure this feeling inside his heart is love for her the amount of pride he feels when he sees her belly.

Kino got up from their bed. He pulled cover on her, letting her rest. He has now become king of vampires and he needs to do work. After killing all Sakamaki and Mukami he become the only option to the throne. Yui was now his wife, he had an eye on her for long time.

Kino at start saw Yui as a plaything. He didn't care what she wants. She was alive for his amusement, but he started catching feelings for her and he thought this feeling isn't love. Kino as a big fool denied this feeling and called it lust. As time passed he realized that he is desperate for her for, her presence which frustrated him to the core so he decided to get physical with her their intimacy was forced as Yui had zero feelings for him.

He did forced her but after the deed he had big regret. He did felt good by doing it but the moment he looked at Yui crying and sobbing, his heart ache. She after that started avoiding him and locked herself in room refusing to see him, Kino also decided to avoid her as he thought it was best, during their time apart kino realized how much he loves her.

His confession was met with a huge slap on the face, Yui had tears rolling down her cheeks like a waterfall and he immediately left her alone. Reassured that Yuri would take care of her, the news of Yui's pregnancy came out and that's what made them be able to communicate normally again.

Kino loved this child, he had many reasons to do so, as Yui came out of that room and began to transform into her normal self, this child brought them both closer, as if they were tied, so Yui still has a grudge against him, but Yui is a good person. Morality is what makes her endure Kino. She does all these things just for the sake of her child so that child will be normal. Kino is sure that he will start loving the baby when it is born, because the baby is not born yet, it has changed a lot after it was born, it will become a symbol of their love, Yui and Kino will forget about their past and start a new life with their baby. They will forget past mistakes and regrets.

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Kino walked in his office to see a pile of documents.

"Ahh! Shit... I miss my old life!"

"Don't say that you are now a king!" Yuri said while bringing more papers.

"Don't remind me... I am so tired. I just work, work and work this is all I do my old man also had this position yet he had enough time to have fun with his children life."

Kino leaned towards his chair and rubbed his temple.

"Kino.... Be serious we need to start working. Besides you need visit vibora castle. They requires your presence."

"What? what thoes snakes want from me?"

"We just received an invitation from them and we need to go there to see what they want."

Kino sighed.

"Yeah.. yeah sure."

"Good let's start working then shall we!" Yuri said while lifting a document.

[{_______________🌹_______________}]

Kino decided to take a break, he got up from his seat then he noticed Yui so he walked closer to the window. He saw Yui walking in garden and looking at roses. Does she like thoes rose? He will make sure to get them planted all over the garden!

Kino eyes widened as he saw Yui gripping the rose which has throns and was hurting herself. Kino immediately teleported their.

"Are you sane!!"

He said while throwing the rose away from her hand and he noticed her hand dripping with her blood. He glared at yui.

He brought her hand closer to his mouth to lick the blood off her hand. But Yui yanked her hand away from him.

"Look what you did ! Idiot!!"

She glared at him.

"Why do you care?! What I do to myself is none of your business!!? "

Kino's face became red with anger but he need to be the calm one as Yui isn't in condition to put stress on. He immediately hit her main point of weakness to make her obey.

"Okay! I won't bother you but.... Yui you have my, I mean our baby inside you, if you hurt yourself the baby will also be hurt... We both agreed that we will change for the baby. So.. you don’t want the baby to become Subaru right?!! "

Yui's eyes widened. That's true she can't do that. She can't be this cruel to her baby, it's her baby after all. Kino might have done wrong to her but their baby is innocent and it did nothing wrong. She looked down because she was embarrassed of her action.

Kino looked at her gently this time. He pulled her for a hug.

"Yui... You and my baby are most important to me.... Please don't hurt yourself like that... I am not saying this because of child inside you but because I love you."

He looked at her pink eyes.

"You already know why I care because I love Yui even if I want I can't stop caring about you."

He smiled lightly and put her hand on his heart.

"It doesn't and can't stop minding its buisness, it always want to look at you and be with you."

Yui's eyes softened at his confession but she can't deny his cruel action.... she looked at him licking the blood off her hand. Kino loves her and cares for her...... he is changing for her. Yui didn't resist or stop him from licking her blood and healing her scars. The scars on her heart are also healing with his gentleness, his patience and love.

"I am going to go out today..... So take care of youself."

"Huh? Where are you going?!" Yui turned to look at him.

Kino smiled at her.

"You don't want me to go?"

Yui remained quite at his words.

Kino smiled as she is behaving like him. When he was catching feeling for her he always wanted to know where she is what is she going to do. Kino knows his relationship is progressing with Yui. Slowly this will turn into love.

"Don't worry, I will return by night. You just need to tak care of yourself till I return." kino walked closer to kiss her forehead and Yui didn't resist and letted him.

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"LEAVE HER!! ...... You please don't do that don't!! Just don't!!" . Kino yelled as he watched Yui being taken by founder.

"You are no one to stop me vampire, know your place!" Shin said as he kicked him.

He glanced at Yui who was behind him on floor. Yui immediately looked at Kino and started running towards him only to be grabbed by Shin.

"Hoh? Where do you think you are going?!"

Shin threw Yui on hard floor not caring about her condition. It's not like the child is founder or his child.

"YOU BASTARD LEAVE HER - - "

His face met with Shin's kick. Kino spitted blood out. He coughed some blood.

Shin then looked at Yui, walking towards her. Yui crawled away from him fearing his action. Yui whimpered as she was grabbed by her hair.

"Why do you get pregnant by him? You choose to carry a child of some inferior being such as him huh?!! You had a chance to carry a founder child!?!" Shin said as he grabbed her again to lift her.

"No... Nghh... Leave..... Her..... Shin I beg you kill me but leave her and the baby... Please don't touch her please...."

Kino was losing consciousness as he was restrained and now was tired. He cursed at himself for being weak and idiot for falling into Shin's trap he sended a fake invitation so Kino left the palace which made the castle vulnerable as vampire king wasn't present to protect it. Shin attacked the castle while it was vulnerable . And his purpose was to kidnap Yui but Kino upon hearing the news returned immediately but it was too late as Shin threatened to kill Yui if he didn't pass his power to him.

Kino obeyed and transferred power as he was too scared for his family safety.

Shin now became powerful enough to defeat all vampires and ghouls present as his army was already strong but now he is superior.

Shin laughed cruely.

"You know what is going to happen?"

He came to him slowly while smirking he bended to his eye level.

"Nnghh... Agh.... Shin... please..... kill me, leave her.... do.. n't hurt her... "

Kino was nearing his end. Yui was still crying. She was shouting his name as she herself was in sheer pain but her heart was hurting for kino.

Kino laughed sadly at her. She was now begging for him to not to leave her. He knows he isn't going to make it alive out off here just when they were getting closer to happiness reaching their happy ending this happened. Kino can see her love for him and her affection for him.

He wished he can hear her confession.

Shin laughed at scene crazily.

"You know what I plan to do? I plan to dethrone Nii-san and I will become the king, the leader, the only founder alive in this whole world!! Isn't it crazy my dreams are coming true!"

He chuckled. He looked at Yui.

"Don't worry I will make sure you will live. "

He turned to kino.

"I won't hurt her for sure.... But her baby, no! No!! Your baby will die I will replace yours with mine!"

Both of them widened their eyes.

"Yui will live and will be mother of my children. Founders race won't die. They will continue. they will never go extinct."

He turned to Yui and grabbed her face. Yui was now hicupping because of crying so much her face was swollen. Shin looked in her eyes.

"Don't worry! I will quickly give you a baby you won't suffer more I won't hurt you! "

Yui cried at his words.

Shin took his sword out and walked towards Kino.

"No!! NO!! SHIN PLEASE DON'T..... KINO please.... don't..... go.... don't.. lea.. ve.. M.. E!! "

Yui yelled while crying her tears not stopping.

Kino laughed gently at her.

"Don't cry Yui... I hope.... you will live happily... my Yui I love you.... I was so cruel to you forgive.. me for... everything.... Don't cry..."

Yui's face was the last thing he saw before Shin sword stabbed him.

[vibratingskull]

Pretty sure the entirety of my Maslow's hierarchy of needs is "Thrawn calling me a good girl" tbh. The lengths I would go for tiniest bit of his praise is ridiculous. But also opens the door for some very interesting kink scenes. So. Do with that what you will.

Girl same.

Like...

I would instantly combust if he called me a good girl, I would die happy.

Well Have a little ficlet for those delicious thots:

“How many?” Thrawn asks casually.

“I… I don’t… I’m just-”

You stop babbling when you hear him growl a deep sound coming from the depths of his chest and vocal cords, vibrating through his throat. You feel it vibrating through your clit, sending shivers down your spine.

“Focus!” He chides.

You gulp, you try, you’re really trying!  But it is hard to remember now with all your body trembling and sweating. He holds you down, knees pressed against your chest, your pussy exposed to his assaults. He takes another sloppy lick getting a pitiful moan out of you.

“I… Five?”

His growl transforms into a purr of satisfaction. He gently bites into the tender flesh of your thighs.

“Good girl. See? This is not complicated.” He dives back into your pussy, blowing fresh air on your abused puffy flesh. You yelp, immobilized, incapable of escaping his ministrations. You wriggle your wrists in their shibari knots under your back. Your legs are tied up and hanged by cords, leaving you defenseless before him.

“You are a real piece of art like that, cha’cah. Immobile and bare for me, leaving me to do anything I want…” He kisses your pussy and resumes his laps on your soaked sex. 

You’re in tears. You can’t take another orgasm. All your limbs are spasming and your sex clenches painfully empty, but he doesn’t care, he just wants to eat you all night and you can’t do anything to stop him. 

“Thrawn, please…” You plead.

He tuts you, holding your hips down with his large hands, licking you avidly with the flat of his tongue, the tip of his nose titillating your clit.

“No, cha’cah. You promised me you would let me eat you up as it pleases me, I am not gonna let you escape like that.”

Desperate you try to roll on the side, getting out of his grasp. He growls and slap your pussy hard, forcing you down in place with his strength. Your whole body tenses up under the slap and you wince in pain and pleasure.

“Stop moving, be a good girl and let me have my pleasure.”

“But Thrawn, I can’t…” You try to catch your breath but he cuts you.

“Maker, when did you become so selfish? You promised me, or are you the type to not stick to your words?” He demands between kisses on your thighs.

You hate when he uses his sweet voice to get what he wants, he knows you can’t refuse him anything with that deep melodic voice.

“Be nice for me, be still. It will be great, I will push you beyond the depth of pleasure. Just let me have this.” He let a big sloppy kiss on your clit.

“O… Okay…” You let out defeated.

“Good girl.” You can hear his satisfied grin in his voice “Trust me and let me take care of everything.”

He presses his lips on your pussy lips and starts sucking your nervous nub like a lollipop, parting your pussylips with his fingers to trail your slit with the tip of his wet and warm tongue. You mewl and whimper, feeling your pussy starting to contract again, all your blood flowing down to your swollen, puffy flesh. You feel your slick running down your ass to soak the sheets beneath you, and you imagine it beading from his chin, his red eyes flashing in hunger and lust, completely pussy drunk.

He titillates your clit by flicking his tongue before lapping at it, circling it, gliding across it. He puts all his energy into it, eating your pussy with enthusiasm like he was winning one of his campaigns.

“Ha! Thrawn…” you sob.

“I know, cha’cah, I know.” He soothes you “Let it happen. Do not fight against it.”

You feel the fire in your abdomen igniting again, burning furiously as your legs shake in their prison of cords. He probs your tight hole with the tip of his tongue and enters, drinking your slick at the source. He rapidly locates your gummy spot and waves his tongue against it, grazing it gently, teasing your g-spot so deliciously. He tongue-fucks you conscientiously, with passion and ardour. You start babbling again, incoherent words rolling from your tongue as you drool all over yourself, completely lost in the pleasure he gives you. He pulls out his tongue and enters you with two fingers, his mouth getting back on your pulsating clit. He pushes two knuckles deep, curling them inside you to make you chant like a bird.

“Sing, cha’cah, let me hear you.” He encourages you.

Like you could control that! You’re way to fucked up and dazed to control anything you do now. Your nerves are on complete fire, your cunt is dripping and heat pools in your abdomen, pleasure building up higher and higher.

He continues to graze you g-spot with the pads of his fingers, scratching the itch, your poor abused cunt spasming on his slender digits, while sucking thoroughly at your clit.

Suddenly, the tension snaps and you squirt violently in his mouth with a choked cry. You can’t see him behind your locked legs but you hear a hungry purr.

“Good, cha’cah, perfect. Exactly what I wanted. You are such a good girl for me.” He praises you with a growl.

He seems as breathless as you are.

You let your head fall back on the pillows with a sigh, your chest rising up and down.

“How many?” He demands.

“Six?” you respond, completely in the fog of your orgasm, still seeing stars flashing behind your closed eyelid.

“Very good. Another one, I am sure you can do it…”

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar

@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @vaarians @twilekchiss

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[yatonekoami]

All my parts.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x GN! Reader.

"My scars are hiding Darkness, violence, vices, That keep me holding on to kindness, they all are mine

My heart is holding Sadness, loneliness, crisis, That keep me looking where the light is."

A (quite spicy) fic inspired by this beautiful art of Kanata by @/adriemori.

Tags: spicy, very suggestive, quite heated tbh, with some soft moments. I'm not sure how in character Kanata is, but he's both soft and... hot.

🌙 - For Lynnie @koumeowkami 💜 I hope you enjoy this. I listened to All my parts by Gyroaxia while I was writing this. Though spice is not my forte, I still hope you feel loved by your Kanata! <3

Finally, he could relax.

He hadn’t hoped working at this inn would be all smooth sailing, but encountering that damn chatterbox of a redhead certainly didn’t form part of his plans.

The young man lets out a long exhale now. 

Despite the steam emanating from the warm water he’s enjoying, he can’t help but be reminded of your childish habit of blowing air in winter, your lips pouty as you watched it drift towards the stars.

He misses you now. 

Sure, perhaps this is a rare occasion in which he gets to kick back and relax in a privileged atmosphere… But it could never replace the tender intimacy of holding you in between his arms on his run down shower as the hot water runs out.

Long lashes sprinkled in lilac stardust cast tempting shadows over his cheeks, head resting against the edge of the pool.

“Kanata…” The voice he adores whispers suddenly.

Is he dreaming? To the point of imagining you calling for him?

The water shifts.

“Hmm, maybe you’re not in the mood for a bath together?”

At that, his eyes snap wide open, hot water sloshing over the sides of the onsen.

Right there, before his eyes, you’re sitting. Legs crossed, toes playfully swirling the liquid surface, body wrapped in a flimsy white towel.

Kanata’s face flares up in all the shades of crimson of poppy fields.

“Wha- H-how- What- How did you get in here?” Your boyfriend whisper-shouts, eyes of violet starlight darting to the sides to check and re-check you two are alone.

“I missed you… So I just… Wanted to have a bath with you.” You pout, looking down.

He can’t deny the way you teased him one second and got shy the next was utterly adorable.

He wants this.

“What if someone sees?”

You stare up at him, the beginning of a sigh already curving your lips downwards, the gibbous silhouette of a moon clouded in stygian.

You make to stand up, the towel around you, a cloud of dusky fog.

It beckons him towards the bliss at the end of the path.

One of Kanata’s hands instinctively wraps around your wrist before you can move farther.

He wants you.

You bump into his bare chest, the splashing water the only sound beneath the warm lights of the hot spring and the stars.

Between your held breaths, your gazes meet.

And each other is the only thing you know in this instant.

Amidst the galaxy of you and him, violet northern stars guide your heart to his; your stellas entangled the moment your arms go around his shoulders.

And then you collide.

It’s the searing blaze of staring directly into the sun.

Because you were his, haloing his full moon, the afterlife of his perennial winter.

A shiver runs down your spine the moment his tongue prods against your parted mouth, his ardent way of asking for access.

Which you grant, as you always did.

His heart is a river, turbulence ending in the peaceful sea of yours.

He pushes you against the edge of the pool, the lean muscles of his frame all too present against your bare body.

If it wasn’t for his arms caging you in, your knees would have buckled already. 

The waves at your very core throb, the ship of your restraint threatens to topple over.

And, at this point, you can’t tell if his hold is anchoring you or fanning your lustful flames.

“K-Kanata…” You whimper. 

You’re taken aback by how weak your voice sounds.

How pathetic.

And yet, because it’s Kanata, you don’t mind.

He leans in further, his sharp canines grazing the skin beneath your ear, bloody camellias left in his wake.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted?” He rasps. The huskiness in his voice sending your heart into overdrive. 

“I… I…” You mumble, before looking to the side.

Not for long, your boyfriend’s lips desperately locking with yours again, more hungry and deliciously violent this time.

The tips of his little fangs sink into the pinkness of your lips, in between every bite, only your moans and gasps.

Kanata wishes he could listen to you like this forever.

“My angel…” You utter, in between his onslaught of kisses, your fingertips tracing the slim muscles of his back, his arms, his abdomen.

Before your gentleness, his walls crumble completely.

No one has ever cherished him so tenderly.

If he’s the boundary between lightning and night skies, you are the breeze that blows away the clouds, the glow of his stars released from the shadows.

Damp strands of threaded hyacinth suddenly stick to your neck.

“You know I’m not…” He tsks, temple resting on your shoulder.

You hum, just holding him, in the quiet of the night.

The way his embrace tightens doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

It makes you a little happy and a little sad.

You loved feeling him close, but the desperation in his every touch and caress, the longing in every kiss breaks your heart a little, too.

’Please don’t leave, please never go.’ Are the words those gestures spell for him.

Your wordless promise comes in a trail of feathered kisses from his jawline to his chest. Your lips, akin to butterflies; ephemerally there, yet coloring his world eternally.

After a few silent heartbeats, Kanata’s hands cradle your face.

The illuminated water partially covering you two casts a faint turquoise glow over his face.

You can see every pore, every eyelash and crystalline droplet sliding down his cheeks, his hair, his neck.

Oh, how you envy the way they kiss his skin in such subtlety.

Your own hands rest over his chest; a heartbeat, broken and put back together by his own defiance thrumming beneath your palm.

In this instant, Kanata is showing you every crack, each glass piece catching the light in technicolor, melded back together, no matter how sharp and jagged, by the gilded aura of your sweet affection.

And maybe it was that, what ignited his own core now.

The next time your lover’s lips touch yours, you know it won’t be long until he’s on top of you in his bed, as you desperately try to be quiet, the intimacy of you and him, his most precious secret.

‘What are you waiting for?’ Your devious stare asks, the moment his lips separate from yours.

‘Remember, you asked for it.’ His feline smirk replies.

And you know that, no matter how exhausted you feel tomorrow, the pleasure of him and his smile right now are all you need.

The last stars would still be awake by the time you finally drifted to sleep, bare beneath white bed sheets. From a sky aglow, they bid you two farewell. Your heartbeat and your fingers comb through Kanata's hair, lulling him to sleep.

Though, no dream could ever beat the sweetness of your taste and touch.

He smiles now, soft and angelic.

Tenderly, you kiss his brow.

And even in your dreams, every bit of him is always with you.

[lichenes]

do you write smut for sandra ? <3 shes so fine i would love some wlw smut

!!! i love my evil bisexual queen Sandra... idk if she killed him, all women deserve one kill per week tbh. (she looks soooo pretty in that gif... good god.) Enjoy :** Sandra Voyter x fem!reader CW: porn with plot, consent is sexy<33, sub!reader, fingering, eating out, NSFW wc: 948

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Checking the adress for the hundreth time you rung the doorbell waiting for a response. "Hi, I'm... Samuel." Said the burly man greeting you at his door. He looked you up and down as if to asses you. You weren't sure what went through his mind but he must've blown it off because the next second he was inviting you to their house.

"Sandra is just in the living room." Entering the house you immediately spotted her, lounging on her dingy armchair and your breath got caught in your throat. You knew from the pictures that she was stunning but in real life she looked positively ravishing. You felt your knees go weak as she invited you to sit down on the armchair opposed to her.

"P.I.M.P." started being blasted upstairs as she got up to greet you. "It's my husband he's... insulating the roof." You nodded sympathetically.

Before sitting down you introduced yourself extending your hand towards her. She shook your hand with a certain tenderness. "Tea? Coffee?" She asked jas if she were suddenly rejuvenated. "Wine?" She added pointing to her own glass. You chuckled. "Since you've opened it, I guess it'd be a shame to let it go to waste."

You spent the late morning chatting away, not wanting it to end you kept coming up with questions not included in your interview's intenerary. "Are you sure the publishers asked you to question me about my favourite colour?" Sandra said with a drunken giggle. Your cheeks got hot, pretending you were certain it did indeed matter. You were chalking up her redness to the drunken stupor but in reality, she was enjoying your shy little questions.

When she was escorting you out she pulled out her business card from the little paper holder next to her door and handed it to you. "In case you have any more questions Madame." You curtsied awkwardly and walked, away your cheeks still hot with excitement.

You weren't sure what you were doing, performing a booty call of sorts? You've been texting with Sandra for a while and it became apparent that you were made for eachother, at least in your eyes. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe the fact that you haven't been satisfied with any of your recent hookups. Possibly the stress of her going to jail soon. None of it mattered actually.

"Yes?" Sandra answered with a worried tone, you've never called her before. "I..." you found yourself unable to formulate any coherent thoughts. "Sandra... I need you." She hung up. You looked at the screen displaying her name, hurt but not shocked. How could you have done something so stupid? You've ruined everything.

Twenty minutes later you were taking a cold shower, attempting to quench the thirst you were feeling for her. And then the doorbell rung.

Sandra was standing in your bedroom's doorway panting, ready to pounce on you. "Sandra I-" You were standing opposite her in a towel only. Your wet hair was sticking to your forehead and you could feel yourself getting more anxious by the minute. She launched at you animalistically grabbing you face and smashing her lips into yours.

You were floored by her forwardness. She always presented herself as confident but you never thought that she would be this bold. Deepening the kiss, you put your hands on her waist pulling her closer. She was fillling up all your senses with pure lust and adoration.

Time stopped when she put her knee in between your thighs, feeling the heat emanating from your core. Sandra broke the kiss and looked deep into your eyes. "Do you really want this?" She said almost panting. You nodded fervently. "No, no. Use your words."

Your words got stuck in your throat as you attempted to choke out an enthusiastic 'yes'. Fortunately she didn't need any more convincing and ripped the towel off of you pushing your breathless form onto the bed.

Minutes passed and you got increasingly more and more desperate. She refused to do anything else besides groping you as if to tease you even more. "I wanna... see you Sandra..." You said in betweeen kisses. She looked at you with an evergrowing desire and tore down all her clothes, as if in one fell swoop.

She kneeled on the bed. Her hand returned back to your thighs spreading them and entering one finger into you. You shivered at the sudden intrusion. She reassured you by shushing your anxieties away. With a questioning look she asked. "Are you sure?" As if to tease you she put a second finger in and you gasped out a quiet "Yes, fuck... please."

She didn't waste any more time. Sandra leaned down and gave two kitten licks to your clit. You went cross eyed from that alone but when she put her whole mouth on you, you went cross-eyed. "Fuck... Sandra..." You gasped. She kept sliding the two and soon three fingers in and out making you go crazy.

Moments of bliss passed as she continued her work. You were approaching your edge not wanting it to end so soon. "Sandra, please! I'm- oh god." With a final thrust Sandra hit that one spot inside you which made you see stars as you came, honestly and truly spent. After you came off of your high you asked her "What about you?" She shushed you and gave you a mind-numbing kiss.

You laid like this for quite a while and for a moment you could feel yourself drifting to sleep. Sandra grabbed your cheeks and placed a delicate kiss on your lips. "I have to go... call me again soon." She added quietly. "Please."

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[alexanderlightweight]

Good afternoon, hi, hello, happy timezone to you OMG. I am in love. Obsessed I tell you. Kitten Alec is my new favorite thing in the whole wide world. And it's Wednesday! Any chance for a bit more of maybe I'm the villain?

I cannot tell you how much fun I'm having with Magnus and Alec's ears. And Magnus and Alec's tail! Alec's tail wrapped around Magnus' wrist!

If you'll excuse me, I need to go find a Victorian fainting couch to fall on as I swoon from delight while contemplating all these glorious pictures you've put in my head. ❤️

^_^ hehe i love all flavors of dragon and cat malec and i realized that this is a world where shadowhunters/seelies/warlocks have marks and other forms. vampires dont have them and werewolves nly have wolf features.

i hope you enjoy swooning! alec is definitely going to swoon at sme point on magnus' sunlit window seat

i am also having fun and tbh, alec is going to be having fun at some point too ^_^

thank laws and i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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— Alec can’t help but relax further into Magnus the more his tail is petted.

Between the tether and the petting, Alec is the most vulnerable he’s ever been and experiencing the most intimacy of his life. It’s overwhelming to a degree where all he can do is press his forehead against the scales of Magnus’ neck and try to focus on his scent.

It’s rich and woodsy and deep with earth scents that cause Alec to nuzzle closer. His tail has once again betrayed him and he knows it’s wrapped devotedly around Magnus’ wrist. Magnus’ wrist is being greedily held captive and Alec continually tells himself that the only reason he hasn’t pulled away is because at this point, what does it matter?

Nails tease at sensitive skin until he shakes even as Magnus calls out, apparently resuming court even as he ignores another drink to instead keep both hands on Alec.

—

Magnus palms Alexander’s ass and delights in the tightening twitch of the thick tail around his arm. Alexander’s ears also betray him, flicking back and then forward as his breath comes in tiny pants that end with little kitten licks to Magnus’ neck.

It’s nearly too much to let go and the moment that just enough time has passed, Magnus has his teeth in Alexander’s neck and is greedily bruising flesh and muscle even as he breaks skin and breaks blood to the surface. It’s a mouthful of pure ambrosia and the mere taste of Alexander’s lifeblood fills Magnus with a devouring lust even as he swallows another mouthful.

It’s with lingering tenderness that Magnus licks the bite — until it’s preserved in a half-healed state that will scar even with angelic or magical intervention.

Alexander shakes and whines but makes no true protest and Magnus croons even as he pets Alexander’s ears until they lift again. They’re so delightfully soft and Magnus is sure that his kitten’s fur is one of the most decadent textures Magnus has felt in centuries.

Magnus listens to the tedium of his court as he savors the last of Alexander’s blood on his lips and tongue and the weight of his kitten in his lap. There are more than a few looks that linger and Magnus curls his lips at those and from their immediately cowering, it seems his point is made.

Magnus has held court in a variety of ways, some more salacious than others, but he’s fairly certain this is the most distracting court he’s ever held. No one can look away from Alexander but very few dare or are stupid enough to keep looking. It means that his entire court is shifty-eyed and hesitant even as Magnus’ good mood grows.

Alexander seems overwhelmed by the entirety of the experience and Magnus has no doubt that on a battlefield, his little angel is quite the warrior. Here though, protected and kept warm and distracted in Magnus lap, he’s a sweet kitten, begging to be pampered.

His tail and ears are gorgeous but the same oil that polishes Magnus’ scales will do wonders for the luster of his dark, abyssal fur. Magnus wants to lay him out on his lap and brush and pamper and tend to Alexander until he purrs for no other reason than that Magnus is touching him.

Another ten minutes pass and the clave’s hunters are no where near the rift they’re supposed to be eradicating. Instead — as they stumble slightly out of the path — Magnus carves his initials into Alexander’s thigh with one, long talon.

Alexander keens through it and the paralytic from Magnus’ nails ensure that its a numb heat even as it clots the wound.

Magnus admires his own handiwork, pleased with how nicely his brand looks on Alexander’s skin.

It’s a pity it’s another twenty minutes till Magnus will get him naked — Alexander won’t be as gentle if Magnus plays the same trick twice and Magnus isn’t going to risk being predictable — but Magnus is enjoying himself.

Alexander is relaxing now — subconsciously or not — and his ears are flicking towards Magnus’ every time he speaks, his tail relaxing when Magnus’ talks and tightening when others speak instead.

“My good, precious kitten.” Magnus murmurs, hand reaching under shirt and jacket to scratch his nails down sweat-damp skin. “Rest lovely, you have nothing but time.”

Alexander muffles a growl in Magnus’ neck and Magnus marvels at how rarely the clave ever act in his favor, even if it is accidentally.

Problems are brought to him to solve from something as small as a magical house pest, to a century old feud that has been remembered for the first time in decades.

It’s tedious and necessary and Magnus finds himself far more patient than he normally is. Alexander is an easy distraction — a reminder of good things to come — and Magnus finds that time melts together as Alexander’s jacket is dropped to the floor and then his shirt.

It’s been just under an hour and Alexander is naked and bare and yet still relaxed and languid in Magnus’ lap. He’s firm and muscled and clearly needs some coddling that Magnus is more than happy to provide.

The hunters have finally found the right path and Magnus has no doubt that they’ll soon be providing him with plenty of reason for entertainment.

Inside Pandemonium, Magnus throws up the wards that mean he isn’t to be approached and curls his fingers through soft locks until he can gently pull Alexander’s head back.

“Drink kitten,” Magnus murmurs as he offers Alexander a sip from his own cup. “Small sips,” Magnus tells him chidingly when his lips barely press against the glass. It’s with an incredulous look that Alexander hesitantly laps at the drink with small kitten kisses of his tongue.

It’s sinfully exquisite and almost too much to handle so Magnus takes a long sip of his own drink and presses his lips to Alexander’s insistently. He pulls an open-mouthed gasp from Alexander as he teases him and feeds him the drink before he pulls away, licking away the shine of alcohol from his kittens slack lips.

“Good boy, Alexander.” Magnus murmurs and then he smirks as an the sun finishes turning and the entirety of an hour has passed.

Alexander is naked now and it’s time for Magnus’ to have his fun.

[malice-ov-mercy]

Dreaming of You

Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader

Content warnings: 18!+, wet dream, smut, oral (reader and male receiving), handjob/fingering (unsure how to tag the touching tbh so I’m tagging both) , unprotected sex

A/N: I tried my damnedest to keep this as gender neutral as possible. If there’s a slip up I didn’t catch, I sincerely apologize. Not sure how well I did with matching themes and vibes from the song either. In all honesty this kinda got away from me tbh.

This was a request from @foliosriot

i am in desperate need of a folio fic based on fire up the night by new medicine.

Song can be found here

Tag list: @circle-with-me

If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that ALSO includes anything I may write for Will Ramos.

Word count: 1k

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“I’ve had dreams about this, you know.”

Nick’s breath was against their neck; his mouth pressed to their delicate soft skin, leaving wet bites and trails of saliva. He grabbed at their shirt and helped them take it off, tossing it somewhere in the living room. Their mouths met in a searing hot, lust filled kiss. Nick fumbled with his belt buckle while they struggled with their own bottoms. It would have been much easier if they weren’t lip locked—and not walking backwards towards their room—but neither of them wanted to part. Nick was first to remove his pants and they followed shortly after.

“Fuck,” they swore under their breath, Nick’s hands instantly on them and touching them where they need most.

Their feet stumbled at a particularly tender and soft touch, causing both of them to topple over. Nick caught them as best he could. Their back was flush against the floor. They tried to get up, but Nick straddled their hips then grabbed their wrists, pinning them above their head. He licked their jaw, then their neck, then collar bone, then down their chest. When Nick got to their belly, he slowed down, savoring the way they whined and writhed.

“Nick, please.”

Nick threw his eyes up. “What is it sweetheart? What do you need?”

They wriggled their hips. Nick smirked against their skin.

“Oh, is someone needy?”

He reached a hand down to touch them, humming in response to their own moan.

“You sound so pretty, baby.”

Nick kissed the rest of his way down their body then replaced his hand with his mouth. He moaned, working and moving his tongue and mouth everywhere, desperate to taste them in every way. Their hands threaded in Nick’s hair. He let them use his face how they needed. Nick brought his hand back to help them along where his tongue couldn’t.

“Nick,” they whined, their going slack, “I’m so close.”

“Cum then.”

The words were almost a demand. He quickened his fingers and tongue, edging them closer and closer until they came with a loud cry. Their body jerked beneath him, their fingers twisting in his short locks. Nick lazily worked them through orgasm, not removing his hand or mouth until their breathing evened. The second they caught their breath, Nick shoved his tongue down their throat, wanting them to taste what he did. They groaned into his mouth, their hands grabbed his face and pulled it closer.

The kiss didn’t last long as Nick was growing harder by the second. His cock was starting to ache. He broke their filthy kiss and pulled them to him by their face. His fingers slipped in their hot, wet mouth.

“Suck.”

Nick demanded. They did without hesitation. Their eyes glued to Nick’s as they swirled and spread their tongue around his digits. Nick thrust them in and out a few times before grabbing their jaw with his spit covered fingers and brought their face to his dick.

They wasted no time closing their mouth around him. Nick’s eyes fluttered shut. His hand rested under their chin as they bobbed up and down. He forced himself further down their throat, making them gag and choke. He held them for a moment, basking in the sound of them struggling to take him in their mouth. Nick backed off to give them air before roughly shoving the rest of his cock in their mouth and throat again. He leaned his head back, pure ecstasy surging through him.

“I don’t want to make that filthy mouth any dirtier.” He grunted, pulling them off. Drool spilled from their lips.

He pushed them back to the floor and stroked himself, spreading his fingers over and around his shaft to coat them in their saliva. Nick pressed his fingers to their entrance and slipped them inside. He gave them time to adjust before moving. He didn’t plan to do this long. He was eager to get his dick in them. Nick pumped his fingers a few more times before pulling them out. He chuckled at the whine they made.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.” Nick husked in their ear.

He grasped his spit slicked dick and lined it up with their hole. He teased them briefly, circling his tip around and barely applying enough pressure to slide inside.

“Stop teasing me, Nick.” They pouted.

“You’re so cute when you whine.”

Nick couldn’t deny them—or himself—anymore. He slowly slid his cock in them, hissing as they clenched and pulsed around him. They let out a high pitched mewl when he bottomed out, their arms and legs tangling around his waist and back, clinging on to him for dear life. Nick gave himself time to enjoy the pleasure rippling through his own body before he started moving.

His first thrust was slow, simply allowing them both to relish in the feeling of one another. The second was much the same. Third had more force, drawing a moan from them. The fifth is where he started building his pace, finally deciding this wasn’t going to be a passionate love making.

Nick lost count—not that he was intentionally keeping count— by the time he started pounding into them mercilessly. He was all heavy low grunts while they were breathlessly squeaking.

“God, you feel so good,” Nick growled.

A familiar pressure started bubbling in his gut. He reached down and started touching them, hoping they were close too. He didn’t want cum before them. Their moans picked up and their body started to tense. Nick’s thrusts became more frantic and jaded.

“Where—“ he choked out.

“Inside.”

The words fell from their with a groan as they came again. Nick followed immediately after, spilling his seed deep inside of them. A low rumble emanated from his chest as he pulsed and throbbed. He all but collapsed on top of them when he was finally finished, completely exhausted and sore.

Nick closed his eyes for a moment….

And when Nick opened his eyes, they were gone. There was no one else in his room but him. He blinked and looked around the quiet empty space dazed and confused. He reached for his phone to check the time. It was a quarter after two AM. Rubbing his face, he groaned and sat up. Nick hissed, feeling something wet and sticky in his shorts.

“You gotta be kidding me,” he grumbled, swinging his legs out of bed.

He pulled his shorts away from his semi hard dick and walked to the bathroom to clean himself up.