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monstersflashlight · 18 hours

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This post was supposed to be a long story but I got impatient and posted it. Now we have the full story. Hope y’all like it as much as I do. <3

Orc professor

Orc x chubby fem!reader || power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cum play, breeding, size kink, age gap, degradation, praise kink

It was your third failed mini-test when you thought enough was enough. Your hot orc professor was too attractive for your sanity. He was so hot with his cardigans and whatever he wore that you were always distracted, unable to take notes. It was his fault, and you needed to remedy that before you failed the whole class. You just needed to talk to him and see what could you do to pass. You’ll do some extra homework, maybe write a few more papers. Anything. A naughty part of you wanted to offer him sex favors, but you knew he wasn’t that kind of orc. Maybe.

You knocked on his office door and heard the muffled “come in”. You opened the door and your breath was taken away because how fucking attractive he was. The black framed glasses and salt and pepper hair just accentuating his green skin. Your panties got wet instantly. Fuck. Why had he to be so fucking hot? It would be a lot easier if he was just an old wrinkly dude.

“What do you need from me?” He looked up from the papers he was grading and that look combined with that phrase made your pussy tingle. Fuck, you were so turned on by everything he did.

He could be talking about the condensation of the trees in the desert and you’ll be panting in the back of the class, panties wet. And right now, you were worried your arousal was going to form a wet patch in your pants. This needed to be fast before you embarrassed yourself.

“I- I want to know if I can do some extra activities to improve my performance in your class.” You told him as fast as you could, sitting down in front of him and trying really hard not to rub your thighs together.

The frantic pulse of your heart was mirrored on your clit, and it was driving you completely crazy. Being so close to him was like an aphrodisiac in itself.

“What kind of activities do you suggest?” He seemed uninterested. Some part inside of you got mad at him, you were clearly trying to improve and he looked like an asshole who didn’t care if his students passed or not. And for some reason that only made him hotter. You needed to get laid soon before you humped his leg or something.

“I- I don’t know. I just need to pass your class. Please, I’ll do anything,” you begged. You were sure it was too much, but he looked at you, a spark of interest in his dark pupils.

You realized how bad it sounded when you thought about it. You tried to take it back, say you didn’t mean it like that, but then he surprised you asking back: “Anything?” His smirk was enough to send lighting down your pussy, your panties soaking through your clothes. Good Goddess, how was he so fucking hot?

Contrary to your better judgment, and probably thinking just with your southern parts, you matched his teasing tone as you answered: “Yes, yes. Anything.” You leaned closer to his table, showing more tits than you knew you should. But fuck it. If you couldn’t pass this class, at least you could fuck the hottest professor on campus.

He leaned back on his chair, his eyes flickering to your almost exposed breasts. He hummed and finally said: “Okay, little human, we’ll make a deal.” You nodded eagerly, so ready to do whatever he asked.

If he asked you to get naked and suck his cock right there, you would fall to your knees so fast he wouldn’t even see you moving. You were more than ready, so wet and needy you could feel the wetness pooling inside your thighs, probably through your pants. The walk home was going to be so uncomfortable. Ugh.

But you weren’t expecting his offer to be so filthy, so nasty. “Each morning, you’ll arrive a bit early, and you will handle me your panties. Used panties. And I want you to take them off in front of me, so I suggest you start wearing those slutty skirts you love so much.” You were bamboozled by his words.

Did he notice you? Did he like your skirts, too? He must like them if he noticed you wearing them so often. And he though they were slutty (they were, and you might or might not wear them to see if he reacted). A part of you wanted to be offended, but the other part of you was ready to say yes. Yes to that, yes to anything.

He interpreted your silence as agreement and kept talking. “If you do that, you will pass my class. That works for you?” He was back to looking uninterested, but you saw right through his facade.

His hand was resting suspiciously close to his groin, and you could almost make the outline of a dick. A huge dick, but you weren’t sure. You wanted to lean closer to inspect it, but you refrained, your head spinning with everything that just happened.

“Yes. Yes. Perfect. I’ll do it. Thank you, thank you, thank you…” You repeated a dozen times before he dismissed you. There was a big grin on his face when you left. You could feel his eyes fixed on your ass as you walked out. Point for you.

The first couple days it went without a hitch. You arrived early, and he was always there, expecting you with a knowing smirk. You usually made a show of pushing your panties down your legs and grabbing them, never actually showing him anything, but making it obvious that you were enjoying yourself with the game you two were playing. He always smelled them and hummed appreciatively, making your clit get excited instantly. You loved when men were vocal in bed. In his case, when monster’s were.

Where all monsters more vocal than humans? You never slept with a monster before. You always wanted to try, but never knew someone who excited you as much as your orc professor. The first time you saw him you tripped on your feet and almost hit the ground. He was so much older than you, he could probably be your father, but good lord if you wouldn’t love to call him daddy.

After the fourth day giving him your panties, you got a bit bolder. You turned around and bent down, making sure he was seeing your naked pussy and fat ass as you did so. The red lacy panties barely covered your wet pussy as you pushed them down your legs. He growled loudly at you when he saw them, you groaned softly. When you handled the panties to him, his eyes were as dark as a storm and you could see the outline of his dick perfectly. You gasped, he was so big, so much bigger than anyone you’d been with before. How would that feel inside of you? Would it even fit?

That day, you left feeling elated because of his reaction, a plan starting to form in your mind. You were going to be really, really bad. You spent the rest of the class rubbing your thighs together and trying not to touch yourself. You could still see the outline of his dick if you focused on his groin, and it was making you insane. You almost ran out of the class to jerk off in the bathroom.

On the fifth day, you wore your shortest skirt, the one that barely covered your ass. You walked in and waited until he gave you a once over. Your body was burning by the time he ended his staring. He arched a brow, expecting you to do what you were instructed before. You turned around and repeated the same actions as the day before, showing him your wet pussy as you bent down. He growled again and you smirked.

You handed them the black lacy panties and grinned. “Here you have them, sir.” You pronounced the last word with all your intent, being as flirty as possible as you walked away, sitting in the first row. You never did that before, you were forever a last row girly, but today you had plans. You felt his eyes lingering on your half exposed ass. The walk home was going to be a bit sketchy with that skirt, but it was worth it.

The class started and he looked at you. You smiled innocently as he started to explain about the life circle of some plant. You didn’t care, you were a girl on a mission.

When he turned around and started asking questions, you opened your legs.

The girl sitting next to you wasn’t paying any attention to your actions, but his gaze zeroed on you. You open your legs slightly more, knowing full well your big thighs must cover your pussy most of the time. But if you open them far enough… Yes. You realized the second he saw your pussy because he dropped the pen he was using to write down some stuff on the board.

And then you saw it: the outline of his monster cock noticeable against his dark pants, making you drool and do it again. You parted your legs and bit down on a pen, trying to be as slutty as possible. He coughed to cover what you guessed was a groan. He sat down and ordered everyone to write some stuff for him.

Before you left the class, he grabbed your arm and told you: “Remember we have a meeting after class, I’ll be expecting you in my office.” His tone is harsh and final, you nodded, blushing. Suddenly you feel very embarrassed about your performance in class, but your slutty side is more than happy to comply.

After all your classes, you rushed to his office and knocked softly. He opened the door before you could ask, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside. He closed the door behind you and pressed your back against it. He was over you instantly, his big mouth kissing you as his tusks framed your jaw. You kissed him back with equal passion, grabbing his hair and pressing your whole body against his. You moaned against his mouth when he pulled back.

“You were a very naughty girl. And naughty girls need to be punished.” His voice had an edge of danger to it that had you panting. You nodded, eagerly. “Bend down over the desk. Now.” You had to press against him to get to it, but you complied.

“What about the papers?” You asked, trying to move them around but he grunted. He put a hand on the middle of your back and pushed down, plastering your head against the papers and pulling your skirt up at the same time. You felt the cold air against your backside and shivered.

“Such a slutty girl, offering me his panties for a pass. Showing me her wet pussy like a slut. Parting her legs for me in the middle of class.” He punctuated each one of your actions with a caress to your ass. You were panting against the papers, pushing your ass up to get him to touch you more. “You need to be punished for all of that. You were a very, very naughty girl. Such a slut.” And then his big hand made contact with your right ass cheek. You screamed and he stopped. “That won’t do. You need to be quiet.” You looked at him over your shoulder and watched as he took your panties out of his pocket. “Open.” You complied, and he shoved them in your mouth. “Good girl. I’m going to spank your little slutty ass and then fuck your pussy, do you want that?” You nodded eagerly.

He hit your ass ten times, one after the other, not letting you catch your breath before he was hitting you again. You cried out around the panties in your mouth, but you only got them wet with saliva. Tears fell from your eyes and landed on the papers on the desk, making a mess. He didn’t care about it. When he finished spanking you, your pussy was so wet you were sure it was dripping.

“Such a good girl taking the spanking she deserves. Are you on the pill?” His question took you by surprise and when you nodded again he smirked. “Good, I’m going to breed you so deeply you are going to feel me for days.” You groaned at his words. He lowered his pants enough to get his dick out. When you saw it, you whimpered. “Don’t worry, it will fit.” You weren’t so sure about it, but he was already pushing the tip against your gaping hole.

By the time he bottomed out you were breathless. His dick so big you could feel it in the back of your throat. You were spread so wide you felt like you were going to tear in two. But it felt so fucking good. His dick hit every single good point inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot and parts of your pussy you didn’t even know could feel that good. He breathed hard over you as you adapted to his size. He was being so careful with you it was a shock from the way he acted when you entered his office.

After a few minutes you started moving your hips back. He grabbed your hips and pulled back, controlled. You groaned and he chuckled, pushing into you again. The scream you let out wasn’t muffled by the panties. And then the carefulness stopped. He fucked your pussy restlessly, until you were drooling around the panties and over papers on the desk. You could feel the bruises forming on your hips, where his green hands were holding you.

He fucked you like a machine, grabbing you like a toy and fucking your body like you weren’t more than a fleshlight to him. You moaned and groaned around your gag every time he thrusted inside. The pleasure so high it was maddening. His hand went around your body and he started rubbing your clit frantically. You came less than three seconds later and he rapidly followed. His cum was scalding hot in your insides, so deep and so much of it you could feel it slipping out around his dick.

When he finished cumming, he draped himself over you and hugged you close. “You did good, you were perfect.” He took the panties out of your mouth and kissed you softly, moving your limp body until your back was on the desk and he was sitting on his chair in front of you. “Now, take out my cum and eat it.”

You pushed your torso off the table, leaning on your elbows. “Wha- what?” Did he really wanted you to do that? That felt forbidden, like a step too far, but it made you so hot to think about it...

“Finger yourself for me and eat out mixed essence like a good girl for me,” he repeated. As soon as he praised you, you were ready to do whatever he asked you to.

So you complied. “Ye- yes, sir.”

You proceeded to do exactly what he told you, slowly scooping his cum from inside you with your fingers and putting it in your mouth. You moaned at the first taste, feeling naughtier than ever, feeling like the slut he called you earlier. His eyes were focused on your pussy and it felt so good to have all his attention over you that you wanted to scream again, your pussy tingling.

“Come here.” He pulled you off the table and to a kneeling position between his legs. You looked up at him adoringly, your brain, blind with pleasure. “You are going to show me those beautiful breasts of yours and I’m going to come again over you. Then you’ll put the shirt back on and walk to your house like that. Pussy dripping cum, tits marked by me,” he growled the last part. You nodded, already taking your shirt off. “Good girl.”

He jerked his monster cock over your tits, his green fist contrasted with his red tip and darker dick. It was beautiful to see. It took him less than three minutes to be groaning over you as he painted your boobs with his release. He spread it all over your tits, pinching your nipples as he did so. You groaned, your clit pulsing again. You couldn’t understand how much his actions turned you on.

He helped you put back your shirt, and he put you over his lap. You made out for a few more minutes as you melted against him.

“Tomorrow morning I expect you to be early for class.” You arched an eyebrow at him, confused. “If you want to show me your pussy, my cum better be leaking out of it. Do you understand?” You nodded, unable to form words after such risky order. “Good.” He kissed you again before sending you home.

Anticipation filled your inside as you walked home feeling his cum drying over your tits and leaking out of your bare pussy.

You were going to get an A+ in his class.

Don’t forget you can comission me for something like this if you want.

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sugar-phoenix · 3 days

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𖥔 . overheating . 𖥔

synopsis: you're out on an operation with Boothill, and after a long battle and a quick getaway, you turn to realize that the cyborg cowboy is...overheating. With all the implications that come with that. tags: f!reader (Boothill refers to reader as "Lady" and "Missy" once), no smut, fluff, light romance a/n: 1.3k words, wrote this in a craze based off of a headcanon that @k9wa and @nvuy posted about! tickled my brain too much!

ao3 link here!

The sound of gunshots rang out in the night. You ducked in your getaway vehicle, a hover car illegally outfitted with nitrogen turbo boosters. Sticking our head out of the car every now and then, you aimed your pistol at the heads of IPC guards, knocking them dead left and right.

Boothill had been inside the IPC base for a while now. It was supposed to be a quick job. He only needed to run in, download the secret data straight to one of the USB ports on his hip, and then run out. Probably nailing an IPC soldier or ten in the head while he was there.

“Boothill,” you muttered, “where are you?”

You met the cowboy only once before this operation — he had sought you out as a fellow Ranger against the IPC for your getaway vehicle.

“’M gonna be lootin’ a pretty big IPC base, ‘n I need some kinda escape route,” he drawled. “You git me?”

You happily agreed. Why not? Anything that would be a loss for the IPC was a win for you.

Not to mention the cyborg cowboy was one of the finer men you’d come across in your travels.

Presently, you shook that thought out of your mind and fired a shot at another guard. It’s better to stay clear-headed when you’re in a shootout. Any unholy thoughts were perfectly fine to sift through in safer, calmer settings.

“Where is that dang cowboy?” you muttered again for the fifth time.

A hoot and a holler rang through the air, and you glanced towards the entrance. As though in answer to your question, Boothill emerged from within the base, running full gallop towards the vehicle.

“Start drivin,’” he ordered as he slid into the passenger seat.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you replied as more IPC soldiers spilled out of the entrance. The engine roared as you slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

“Ugh, turn up the A/C,” Boothill groaned.

“Turn ‘em up yourself, cowboy,” you responded. “I’m too busy making sure we’re getting away.”

The cyborg reached towards the dashboard and rotated the knob to the coolest possible setting. He leaned back into his seat, huffing and panting.

“All good?”

“Yeah. ‘S just a lot of fighting. Got me worked up.” He sniffed. “This dang A/C ain’t cool enough for me.”

You shrugged, checking the rearview mirror. The IPC vehicles were hot on your heels. Thankfully, that wasn’t a problem for you. As an expert driver, you were fully trained in the art of evasive maneuvers. It’s what the cowboy hired you to do, after all.

You sped into the nearby city, a metropolis that conveniently had many twisty alleys and tight turns.

“This’ll be a piece of cake. Don’t you worry, cowboy,” you chuckled. The cowboy didn’t answer, and you were too busy focused on the road to check on him.

Drifting through intersections and jumping across lanes, you managed to throw off the majority of the IPC squadron pursuing you. There were only three small hover vehicles left, chasing you through a single-lane alleyway. You revved your engine to taunt them and cackled as the reverberations echoed off the buildings on either side.

The hovercar drifted, fishtailing as you made a sharp turn to the right. You swore as the sound of screaming metal rang out in the air, signaling that your spoilers had scraped against the walls.

“That’s gonna cost ya, cowboy,” you quipped, smiling as you saw two of the three vehicles crash into the wall behind you.

“Lady, I ain’t at fault for your drivin’ skills.”

You snapped your head towards Boothill, giving him a full-on death glare.

“Not that you drive bad, missy! I was just sayin,” he said, raising his hands up in surrender. It was then that you realized he’d unzipped his jacket, letting it fall lazily off his shoulders.

Heat rising to your cheeks, you snapped your attention back to the road, trying to evade the last IPC hover vehicle. A few quick turns and an IPC crash later, you pulled into a dark alleyway and braked, turning off the car.

“Why are we stoppin’?” Boothill asked.

“They’re probably swarming the city. Best to lie low for now until it all subsides.”

There was shuffling in the passenger seat, and you turned to look.

Boothill laid back against the seat, his limbs sprawled out. His bangs were arranged in wet clumps, and sweat gleamed off his face in the glow from distant neon signs. The rest of his long hair was put up along the headrest behind him, leaving his neck bare. His jacket, bandana, and hat were thrown in the back, leaving his upper torso bare for all the world to see. His pants were shrugged low on his hip, almost revealing his unmentionables (did cyborgs even have unmentionables?). Panting and huffing, he closed his eyes, frowning. You could hear a loud hum emanate from within his robot body.

“Boothill?” you croaked, fighting to speak through the feeling of your brain frying in your skull. It wasn’t just his appearance that was, well, hot, but a boiling heat was radiating off of him. You had hardly noticed in all the earlier action.

“Yes, darlin’?” He groaned. Your heart fluttered at the way he said darlin.’

“What. Are you doing?” You hardly thought the cowboy was one to give in to his darker desires at the drop of a hat, although there was something off about the scene that told you it wasn’t motivated by lust.

He chuckled before answering.

“Told ya I got worked up during that fight. I’m overheatin.’ One of the problems with having a robot body, ya get me?” Boothill breathed out heavily, his breath steaming in the air. “Fudge,” he muttered, closing his eyes and frowning again.

“Are you in pain?” you asked. His stance was akin to a man tortured, impaled from the back with hot iron spears.

“Nah, darlin,’ nothin’ like that. Just… hot, is all. Really fudgin’ hot.” Boothill let out a breath of steam again. “It’ll go away, like it always does. I jus’ need ta’ keep still for a lil’ bit. Let it cool down.”

You leaned over him, trying to ignore how close you were to his hot (both physically and metaphorically) abs, and pushed the passenger door open. It only went so far as the narrow alleyway let it, but you could feel the cold air of the night wash over you both.

“Thank ya’ kindly, darlin,’” he murmured.

“Don’t mention it,” you said, leaning back. You jumped when your arm brushed over his body.

“Did I burn ya?” Boothill didn’t move but his eyes fixed you with a worried look.

“No, you didn’t, it’s just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to end that sentence without embarrassing yourself. A heat creeped over your cheeks again.

“Oh, I see,” he smiled. “You can touch me if ya want darlin.’ I don’t bite.” He punctuated that sentence with a wide grin, showing off his shark-like teeth.

“But not right now,” he said as you tentatively reached an arm towards him. “Not while I’m hot like this. And it ain’t cause I might burn ya sweetie, but with all due respect, I ain’t wanna touch anything right this moment.”

“Got it,” you said sitting straight back in your seat.

A silence filled the car, gently broken by the whir of Boothill’s internal fans and the ambient hum of the city outside.

It was a comfortable, soft kind of silence. You let it soak into your flesh, down to your bones, etching this moment inside of yourself. It was nice.

“’Course, when I’m not overheatin,” Boothill murmured, “you’re free to touch whatever.” He grinned mischievously.

“Stop it,” you said. “You’re gonna make me overheat.”

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felixknow · 1 day

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Hannie's 🍒 fixation

Han/f!reader, friends who do something sexual...by accident...? nah, Han is a boob guy and wants to put his mouth to good use

ADULTS ONLY, MDNI, I don't want teenagers reading my NSFW posts

Since meeting Han, your friendship has been touchy-feely.

Maybe it’s because you’re both introverts who like quality time rather than chatting. Maybe it’s because your love languages are both physical touch.

Either way, a night in at your place watching anime is completely normal. Laying side by side in your bed, both scrolling on your phones, not even paying attention to the plot of the show you’ve both seen a dozen times.

No one has spoken in, like, an hour but it’s honestly so nice you don’t even care.

Han giggles and lays his phone against his chest, covering his bare face as it turns red.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, nudging him.

“Ahhhh, I need this,” he says, turning his phone toward you. It’s a picture of a blonde girl wearing a crop top that reads "Had a bad day? You can play with my boobs."

"This would make literally everything better," he chuckles, looking at you expectantly-- in his head he’s waiting for a giggle or a funny reaction, not for what you actually say.

"Good thing I have a perfectly good pair of tits right here," you blurt without thinking.

"Really?!" he asks excitedly, dropping his phone as he rotates toward you, now laying on his side facing you instead of on his back. His eyes are so bright and excited, and his hand is already sliding up your torso-- how could you say no?

"Yeah," you say softly, shrugging. "I don't mind. We're friends,” you add on, becoming less sure as you talk. “I trust you."

"This is the best day of my life," he says as one of his hands cups one of your breasts and squeezes gently. "Oh-- is this your nipple?" he asks, walking his fingers back a couple of inches until two press down over your half-hard bud.

"Yes," you confirm, laughing softly. Your face warms up, all the way down your chest. You hope he doesn’t notice given that his eyes are so entranced on your chest.

"It's so cute," he coos, pressing your shirt down flat so your nipple pokes against it. Before you can formulate a thought, he's reaching over to your other boob, squeezing and feeling carefully until he finds your other nipple. It perks up in interest as he touches it, and your breath hitches in your throat when he starts very purposefully flicking his finger back and forth, trying to perk it up.

"Aw, come on," he mumbles to himself. "It was hard and then it got soft again."

Probably because I'm starting to get flustered and trying to be calm, you think but don't tell him.

He pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers and rolls harshly, sending a very intense and quick shock through you. You bite your lip to stop a noise from escaping. Your heart rate is increasing and your skin is becoming much more sensitive to his touch. And he smells so good…

I'm so pathetic. He's barely been touching me a minute and it's making me horny.

"Ahh, there we go," he says happily now that your nipple is distinct through your t-shirt. You watch as a thought crosses his mind, making his eyebrows furrow slightly as his bottom lip pouts.

Then he leans down, swiftly sucking your nipple through your shirt.

"Ahhhh," you moan, finally unable to hold it in. You grab fistfuls of your blankets in an effort to keep your hands to yourself. Somehow touching him, even just playing with his hair, would make this far more real than it already is.

"I was wondering when you'd make noise," he says, looking up at you with the most innocent eyes. Then he goes back, sucking you through your shirt while he gets his other hand up and onto your other tit as he turns and half lays on you, working his way until his legs and hips are between your thighs.

He kneads and squishes one boob while sucking the other nipple. Half of this is what you expected him to do-- maybe touch and hold your boobs for a minute or so and then laugh it off. You didn’t expect this. Not him soaking a wet patch through the front of your shirt.

Not one of his hands sneaking under your blanket to find the bottom hem.

Not him yanking your shirt up to your collarbones, breathing a soft "wow" while his sparkly eyes take in the sight of your naked chest.

"Hannie," you say with an unsure tone, but he either doesn't hear you or ignores it. Instead he leans in once more and kisses your nipple. He drags his soft lips against your bare skin and breathes in the smell of you. You're so warm against his cheek and he feels completely lost in the selfish pleasure of playing with you.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, twisting both of your nipples between his fingers. He pouts as he waits for your response, clearly wanting you to say yes.

You nod shyly and pull the collar of your shirt up to hide the bottom part of your face.

He beams up at you, then laughs and pulls your shirt back down.

“Hey, don’t hide from me. I want to see you.” He licks a circle around your burningly sensitive nipple. “And hear you,” he adds, sucking your nipple into his mouth.

You moan softly, cautiously reaching one hand up to rest on his back. He hums and flicks his tongue then releases your nipple with a pop.

“This really is the best,” he says, giving your other nipple equal treatment. He once again lets go with a dramatic pop.

“This is my favorite thing we’ve ever done.”

He switches back again but goes faster, sucks harder, making himself out of breath as he ravenously indulges in your chest.

“Fuck, your tits are so hot, baby.”

“Mmm,” you whine softly, turning your head away and covering your face slightly.

“Hey, I said don’t hide. What, you don’t think your tits are hot or something?”

“They’re not. They’re big but they sag. It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s fucking hot,” he insists, crawling a little higher so he can see you better. You can’t help but to gasp when you feel his hard-on slide against your crotch. “Do you know how many guys like big tits? I don’t care if they’re hanging down to your fucking stomach.” He smirks. “They’re easier to get in my mouth that way.”

“Oh my god, Hannie,” you laugh, playfully pushing on his cheek to move his head away from you.

“I’m so serious,” he says, though he laughs. “I can’t believe you’re letting me play with them. I’m on cloud nine.”

“I can kind of tell,” you say softly, shifting just enough so he feels the movement against his crotch and knows you’ve noticed his boner.

“Oh yeah,” he says, face blushing even deeper than yours. “You know what would be even better than playing with your tits?”

“What?”

“Eating you out.”

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 11 hours

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Indefinite Hiatus

Hi, Loves! As you can probably tell, I've been absent again. In frank terms, I tried to get back into writing CoD but simply couldn't find the previous motivation that I feverishly possessed before; I don't feel that intense need to write for the characters, their world, or their struggles. This doesn't come lightly, as some of my best times spent on this blog were posting and seeing the heartwarming reactions from you guys. I've made friends, memories, etc.

To be completely honest, I was writing about a type of love that I never really thought I'd find in real life, and trying to cope with that belief through this blog.

The issue is that, now, I have.

I won't go into much about my boyfriend, as I value my/his privacy, but I've never met someone who's so incredibly kind and respectful; compassionate and utterly selfless.

I feel no need to write about other men when I have the epitome of a perfect person telling me that he loves me.

I know this brings in questions about my upcoming works and my multi-part projects, and, unfortunately, I have no answers. I won't force myself to finish something and ruin what story it already had because I rushed to the end/etc. For now, everything is staying where it is for the foreseeable future.

I won't be deleting anything - this blog is going nowhere. Feel free to hang around if you wish, and, if not, I had such a blast writing for you:

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, and, to all of you, I wish you only the best.

- Hal

#halcyone updates #forgive any errors on my part lol - I wrote this on my phone

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acorviart · 2 days

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Europe VAT laws not changing any time soon, recent. If understand FAQ well, mean shipping to Europe impossible for several years minimum?

That's correct, I won't be shipping to the EU for the foreseeable future due to some import packaging regulations that either have already been implemented or are planning to be implemented in the future.

Note that this is for EU countries only—I can ship to all other non-EU countries like Switzerland, except for the UK due to the UK's own convoluted VAT system.

The only workaround I can offer for EU folks is that you can have a friend or family that lives in a non-EU country place an order to deliver to their address, and then they are able to ship that order to you marked as a gift. Not an option for everyone, I know.

Longer explanation under the readmore for those curious:

As it stands now, each EU country has its own system and fees that I can't keep up with (for example, France would cost me 80 euros per year), I'd need to individually register and report to each country, some require reporting and tracking of what sources of packaging I use, I believe? It's all very complicated, and it makes my head spin just trying to figure out what the requirements actually are, so that's why I stopped shipping to the EU entirely out of an abundance of caution. I also just don't get enough sales to the EU to justify the headache, I'd probably actually lose money paying all the fees. Actually, while I was looking up details while writing this post, apparently there's a new PPWR that's going to replace the old EU Packaging Directive? This is why I can't handle this (ಥ﹏ಥ)

As for why this doesn't seem to be affecting all companies—corporations can obviously afford their own professionals whose entire job is to handle this stuff, and the requirements are also different for large vs small volumes. Meanwhile, a lot of other small or 1-person businesses straight up don't know about these requirements, because it's not like there's a memo passed around about updates to international shipping law. It's also even more confusing because some packages are slipping by without any issue, probably in part due to how the regulations are still new and still being implemented, so I assume it's kind of a mess.

I know of a few people who are willingly taking the risk and shipping to the EU anyway and have had no consequences (for now at least), but I'm not risking the fines ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now for the UK, their VAT system doesn't have anything to do with packaging, but what it does require is similar registration with the government, and I'm required to collect and pay the VAT myself. No thanks!

TLDR; laws hard. laws also expensive. too stupid to figure out and too fearful of fines. no ship to countries

fun story: someone also once emailed me this long diatribe about how they think I'm shit at research and that I'm just making all this up (specifically just to screw with europeans or something, I guess?), so I sent them a few links to the literal official government websites where I got my info (like that UK one), and they never responded. lol

#ask

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queenie-ofthe-void · 2 days

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Father's Day

Was going to post this for the steddie microfic June prompt, but decided it's probably not Steddie-centric. Still sticking to the reqs though, just for fun!

prompt: "stuff" || wc: 483 || rated: G || cw: none

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Everyone knows Steve’s house is free reign for hangouts, yet the Party’s collectively designated Sundays as alone time for the new couple. So it’s a bit of a surprise that someone’s knocking.

The fact someone’s knocking at all is weird.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie shouts from the living room, “can you grab that? I think someone’s here.”

Steve opens the door to find Dustin and Max looking slightly shy, if he had to put his finger on it. Odd, especially for them. They’re holding gift bags filled with colorful tissue paper, Max’s blue and Dustin’s red.

Before Steve can invite them in, they surge past him towards the living room. So not too far off from normal, he thinks.

He trails after them and finds Eddie right where he left him– sitting on the floor, surrounded by DnD books and a notebook perched in his lap.

“Babe, what are the sheepies doing here? It’s Sunday,” Eddie asks. He’s smiling up at them, despite the interruption.

Of course they’re happy to see the kids– always are, always will be– but only these two could get away with showing up on Eddie and Steve day.

“We brought you something,” Max says, thrusting the gift into Steve’s arms. Dustin drops his onto Eddie’s lap, scattering his loose notes.

Curious, Steve looks to catch Eddie’s expression to find him already tearing into the gift. Steve sets his on the coffee table and digs out the colorful paper.

Inside he finds a plain, white coffee mug, except it’s been hand-painted with colorful paint pens. On it he finds a basketball, baseball, and a crudely drawn version of his beloved beemer. But on the front, the word “Dingus” is written in Max’s bubble font underneath a bloody version of his nail bat.

His eyes sting with warmth, and he looks up at Max, whose cheeks are flushed red. Steve finds Eddie holding a similar mug covered in what he assumes are DnD monsters, along with some dice, and his precious Warlock on the front with “Metalhead” underneath.

“What is this,” Steve asks, choking on the lump lodged in his throat.

“It’s all stuff you like,” Max replies, pointing at the mug, choosing the easy answer instead of the real one.

”No– why?” Steve feels like he can’t breathe, his eyes almost full, and his heart racing.

“It’s Father’s Day,” Dustin says, sniffling and wringing his hat in his hands “and me and Max, you know, we don’t–”

“You guys taught us how to play basketball, so we could practice with Lucas,” Max interrupts. “And how to play guitar. And all of the Upside-Down stuff. You’re always here.”

Steve wraps Max up in his arms, dragging her to the ground next to Dustin similarly draped over Eddie. It’s not the six little nuggets Steve asked for.

But these kids– their kids– are so much more than he ever could’ve hoped for.

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To everyone out there who doesn't have a father, your father is absolute shit, or you mom was both parents -- I hope you have as good a Sunday as possible.

#steddie #steddie prompt #steve harrington #eddie munson #max mayfield #dustin henderson #best dads steve and eddie #queeniewritesstories #father's day fic #steve and max #steve and dustin #my brother gets me mother's day and father's day gifts #so this fic is just me projecting #but that's every fic let's be real

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kenntolog · 12 hours

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my recent post from the cool bf sukuna saga kinda made me realise that i haven’t really gotten into the relationship between sukuna and his teammates + uraume. lets expand on that!!

so there’s mainly toji, satoru and suguru who sukuna mostly interacts with. nanami is also more present than not, but he is one year their junior and mostly keeps to himself so i would say nanami is just there, you know? mostly hanging out with haibara.

although, sukuna wouldn’t consider then friends, the four of them somehow still end up together out of the university and practices. some kind of magnetic power they have or maybe subconsciously they realise that it’s easier to stick together rather than be alone separately.

toji fushiguro. he is totally something. all wide shoulders and and an equally wide mouth that he barely controls, spewing bullshit left and right where sukuna mostly chooses to stay silent(more after you started dating). he is more of an asshole and likes to mess with sukuna’s head, just like the latter likes to mess with his; likes to point out his mistakes and weaknesses, push his buttons and most of all — toji absolutely loves mentioning you in every possible situation just to rile him up.

in the hallways, if you’re passing by with your friends and you give sukuna a meaningful look with a cute smile, and he winks at you with a smirk — it’s toji’s mission to exaggeratedly “awww” right into his ear and mention how adorable you are so he can witness sukuna hissing and cursing at him.

“what, your pet is keeping you away?” he always says whenever sukuna declines their offer to go hang out after practices. that earns him a half-decent punch in the guts from him and a disapproving glare from suguru.

toji also likes to approach when he knows sukuna will see. touch your hair, smile at you a certain way, lean a little too close. all worth the anger and annoyance on sukuna’s expression.

he kinda also like messing with you since he finds you cute. too cute for your own good; that pout that appears on your lips whenever you hear his dumb mouth open to drop some stupid lines, oh, toji would pet your head and buy you some dog food if he could. (he is so ugly ugh🤢)

sukuna dislikes him yet somehow tolerates him because he is useful player.

geto suguru. out of the 3 of them, sukuna actually has some trust in suguru. probably because he reminds him of his brother jin, i’d say. suguru is also a great strategist in the game which is always handy, and he is far more patient whereas sukuna’s runs thin with every frustrating situation. suguru is also very nice to you so that automatically levels up sukuna’s tolerance for him. the only reason why he doesn’t like suguru is because satoru is always with him.

gojo satoru. sukuna finds him very annoying to say the least, least tolerable from the three. satoru sometimes pairs up with toji to mess with him and egg him on, dragging suguru along with him to snicker about it. too cocky, too loud and too dumb, sukuna’s hates him. which is ironic considering how you seem to be the most comfortable with him. he’s seen multiple occasions of satoru ditching practice to just sit on the bleachers by your side and talk about stuff sukuna has no idea about, which makes his eye twitch, that is, until suguru drags his friend away by his ear.

uraume he actually likes. he’s known them since middle school and they have never changed so he can’t find it in himself to feel any negativity towards them. they are fine.

so yeah, thank you for reading my work!! <33

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moonstruckmoony · 14 hours

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A Ravenclaw Lunch 🦅

Drew some of my favorite Ravenclaws on this platform. Although one isn't necessarily a Ravenclaw. (@traceyc-uk I genuinely thought he was a Ravenclaw when I first saw him lol but I saw your comment reply somewhere that your first playthrough was Ravenclaw so I think this counts… a bit? 😂)

This post is basically a peace offering (and a love letter) bcs I want to make more Ravenclaw friends 👀👉🏻👈🏻 definitely not because I'm obsessed with you guys' MCs

I swear it was supposed to be a silly doodle at first but idk how or when down the line but somehow it turned into this mega drawing. Took me weeks to finish it. I’m not happy with a few technical things especially lights and shadows… and some other things as well but I leave it be bcs I’m aware that I’m still learning 🥲 The rest I’m pretty satisfied with, I’m just happy that I got to finally finish this.

Front row (left to right):

Violet and Pearl Castellar by @vienguinn Omg HAPPY BELATED BELATED BIRTHDAY TO THESE BABIES! These 2 are some of my favorites and everytime you post I always open my phone real quick, your short comics are my comfort 🩵

Clora Clemons by @choccy-milky I cannot not draw Clora?!!?! I consider you a legend in this fandom tbh 👑 also I want to thank you bcs your fic and illustrations literally helped me go through my stressful period when I was at my lowest bcs of my new demanding job that I started half a year ago. I look forward to your post everytime and your Clora and Seb always heals my soul 😭🩵💚

Sally Salamander by @siboom777 Sally is just so wacky and unapologetically herself and I love her for it 🩵 Does she take commissions for toys tho?

Marvin Jerry by @runicxraven MY LOVELY SILLY ADORABLE LITTLE NERD 💗💗💗💗 I need more Marvin in my life honestly.

@najiang ‘s MC - I’m so so sorry I didn’t draw her full face😭, I tried my best to show her face as much as I can while still looking like she’s taking those sausages haha. But anyway please know that I love your art so so much and I kept going back to the curry one and the one where MC came across Amit with beard as adults (that one is hilarious). Idk if your MC has a name or you left it nameless? I assume it was the latter but if she has one I’d love to know!

Faustine Daemon by @faustinio27 Hey, a fellow INFJ! Winter is the same 🩵 I really love her story and especially her personality character sheet, you drew her expressions really well and I’m a fan!

Back row (left to right):

Oliver Lennox by @pixie-dustss Handsome boi 🥰 We’re friends already (I hope I’m not the only one who thinks that way 🫢) from TikTok and you made me a video for Secret Santa last year and I just found out recently that you’re on Tumblr too so I want to say thanks by drawing Oliver! 🩵🩵🩵

Aurélie Collins by @morelikeravenbore I loove this look for Aura, she just looks so chic with the hat and scarf 😭🩵 Sassy Ravenclaw bebe 🥰 My Winter has some French heritage (the lore is still rotting in my notebook bcs I haven’t had the chance to draw her family members 🥲) so I do hope they can be friends and Aura would teach her French bcs she can’t speak much of it 👉🏻👈🏻

Alistair Dusk by @speedysart Surprise! You commented on my last speedpaint on Tiktok yesterday and I want to spill this art so bad but I was almost done so I kept my mouth shut haha. I love the pretty boi’s hair and piercings, and the fact that you chose this blazer for him, I just love it he looks so dapper in that 😣🩵

Eleonora Russel by @zordanna I love sweet Eleonora and her fascination with the moon and stars 🩵🌌 Oh and I kept coming back to your “I feel like an orange” Tiktok bcs it’s so fluffy and it heals my stress… also I adore your art it’s super soft and painty and delicate 🥹💗

@traceyc-uk ‘s MC - YOUR MC. I SWEAR TO MERLIN HE’S ON MY MIND 24/7 LATELY. Not sure why, it’s probably bcs I kept re-reading your comics. Also bcs he’s an adorable little golden retriever (but also a fierce cat!😼) You’re super talented in drawing comics and facial expressions, I have a lot to learn especially in terms of layouting… last time I made a comic I hated the layout and the fact that it looks stiff to me, so your comics has been such an inspiration!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #moonydrawshl #ravenclaw #oc #hl mc #hogwarts legacy fanart #characters im obsessed with #i genuinely want more ravenclaw friends

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surielstea · 2 days

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Ballroom Benefits

1k celebration request!

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and Eris find themselves in the center of a ballroom yet again, despite their passionate feelings towards each other.

A. Note: Lucien is high lord of the day court in this (sorry Helion) and Eris is high lord of autumn! (P.s, posting on Father’s Day with Eris Vandaddy, you’re all welcome)

The ball thrown by the High Lord of the Day Court had a mix of guests, varying from different courts as well as groups from the same.

Lucien's always been a people person, gallivanting across Prythian, whether he was running from something or searching for another it didn't matter. That's how I met him, on one of his many adventures— I later became his Winter Court contact, keeping him informed of the situation in my Court through correspondence during Amarantha's reign of terror.

Once Lucien became High Lord I had been offered a place to stay in the Day Court, so the galas and balls were mandatory since they occurred in the very palace I was living in.

I wouldn't have come if I had any other choice, it wasn't as if I spoke to Lucien much during these events anyway, he was always preoccupied with his mate's family.

Which left me leaning against a wall, sipping my wine, staring at a familiar stranger beyond the sea of decadent gowns and obnoxiously large skirts, mirroring my position on the opposite wall. His deep red hair was unmistakable, stark against the inky green— nearly black, of his suit. His ringed hand was holding a whiskey glass, the amber liquid nearly matching the color of his hair. The golden crown atop his head was delicate and simple like a wreath of thin leaves dipped in liquid gold.

I avert my gaze when I realize I've been analyzing him far longer than I should have. But only a moment later my eyes trail back to him, unable to stay away for long but this time he was staring right back at me, my gaze catching his and my breath getting lost on me.

He smirks, the action foxlike and sinister, I can't help but return the expression with a scowl. His auburn eyes leave mine, in favor of raking down my dress with a slow, lustful drag. He admired every curve and every dip with such intensity that I swore I could feel his hands on me the way they were last night, possessive and demanding and everything I loathed on a man but when it came to him I was helpless.

When he decided he was done eating me with his eyes they found mine again, and his smirk widened as he brought his crystal glass up to his sensuous lips. The bastard delighted in this sweet torture.

He was a High Lord, he could do whatever he wanted, and be with whoever he wanted. But I was a simple female who had only lived amongst the common folk, and in the autumn court, a simple high fae like me would never be worthy of a High Lord, especially not one from a foreign court.

But when his lips first met mine I knew I was ruined. I wouldn't let myself fall in love with someone I could never have, I wouldn't subject myself to such a comforting torture, so I chose to morph my emotions into the opposite of how I truly felt. Resentment, loathing, pure hatred.

He liked to tease me for it, which made our charade all the more easier. I couldn't stand his snide remarks, especially not when they reigned so painfully true. He drove me mad, kept me awake at night, plagued my dreams when I ever did get sleep.

I looked away from him and down to my goblet, swirling the red wine lazily. I could still feel his gaze tracking my every move, just as influential as any words he'd ever said.

I flick my eyes back up after a few songs go by, expecting to meet his again but his spot on the wall is now vacant, and the High Lord of Autumn is nowhere to be found. My brows crease and I map the ballroom, afraid he'd gotten bored with my silent staring and found someone else to play his game with.

"Looking for someone?" An all too familiar voice hums from directly beside me. I steel my features and grit my teeth, pivoting only the slightest inch to face the much taller male. He had a sloppy smirk on his face, putting his sharp canines on display.

"Just scoping out the dance floor," I murmur, a poor lie but he didn't call me out on it. "Why aren't you out there?" I look back to the center of the room, Fae from all different courts twirling amongst each other. "You're not one to shy away from a waltz," I finalize, looking back at him with narrowed brows.

He simply shrugs, taking each of the dancers in with his piercing eyes. "Perhaps I'm waiting for the right partner?" He suggests and I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I don't dance," I claim but be was entirely unconvinced and took an invasive step closer, cinnamon and campfire smoke surrounding me.

"Don't? Or won't?" He questions with a raised brow, clearly knowing the answer.

"C'mon," His hand meets my waist and even through the layers of expensive cloth and my corset, I felt that familiar warmth. "Don't make me beg," He hummed, his voice low only for us to hear.

I shivered visibly, like the weather of my home court had gusted into the ballroom but his hand on my waist remained warm, as if he absorbed all the heat in the room. "People will stare," I say, twisting the bracelet on my wrist anxiously.

"People are staring at you anyway," He hums. "A pretty girl from a foreign court, you're the talk of the town, fawn," He hums, his hand snaking further around my waist, my breath hitching as his large hand splayed over my hip, claiming and territorial the way his eyes were marking me earlier.

"And I suppose you want to sink your teeth in me first?" I ask and I can feel his arrogant smile from behind me.

"Haven't I already?" His chest presses to my back, his head ducked towards my shoulder so his lips could ghost the shell of my ear. People were staring, and if they weren't blatantly studying us they were stealing glances.

"If I dance with you will you leave me alone after?" I question and he hums in contemplation.

"How soon is after?" He asks.

"Right after, Vanserra," I grit, stressing my words. I spat his last name like a curse, and I knew the blow hit him harder than any other insult I could've thrown at him.

"Alright, right after, I'll leave you alone." He gives in, letting go of my waist and extending his hand out to me properly. I twist my lips to the side, my internal debate dying away when my eyes meet his. They were so warm and brought me comfort in an odd sort of way because the way he stared at me was so intimate.

"You're the worst," I murmur, taking his hand and placing my wine glass down on the window sill at my right. His smile widens and he practically catapults me out onto the dance floor.

The orchestra seemed to have noticed our arrival, the waltz song died down for something a little faster.

Our hands slotted together, my chest against his, and our faces all too close. It was too natural, too familiar. Eris and I have been parading around each other with this game of ours for years, occasionally hooking up when needing to blow off some steam— and the sexual tension between us was enough to satiate the lust of a pleasure hall. But it's never been quite like this.

When he danced each step he made was calculated and thorough, yet so fluid. He controlled me like a puppeteer pulling strings. I matched his every move. The music was consuming as it mounted in a crescendo, my spinning becoming sharper and when the strings of the orchestra came to a sudden stop Eris did the same as if he could feel the music thrumming beneath his very skin. He stops me too, pulling me into him, one of his hands pressed to the small of my back, forcing my chest against his, and his other hand was hooked beneath my bare thigh that had escaped from the high slit in my gown, holding it to his hip as I latch my arms around the nape of his neck for balance.

Heavy pants filled the silence, his lips so close to mine that we shared the same breath. "You want me to leave you alone now?" His voice was low as he spoke between breaths. No, I never wanted him to leave me alone. I wanted his hands on me all the time, his warmth, his eyes. I needed every inch of him against me. An unfamiliar sensation bloomed in the pit of my stomach and it began to eat away at my insides. I shuddered, hating every part of its devouring.

"I said 'right after' didn't I?" I mock and he smirks, his hand still on my thigh slipping higher.

"We live long lives you and I, if time is relative how soon really is 'right after'?" He asks and I roll my eyes at his plotting.

"You're relentless," I grumble, attempting to ignore the way his hand continued its journey upward.

"You didn't answer my question," He claims and my brows furrow in confusion. "Do you want me to leave you alone now?" He repeats and I swallow thickly, my cheeks threatening to blush but I fight the warmth off and say exactly the opposite of how I truly felt.

"What I want, is to wrap my hands around your throat and strangle you," I grit out and he nearly laughs.

"Tempting," He smirks, dropping my leg before his hand could slip fully beneath my dress.

I look around the room, the stares have eased off but the tension between us was felt by everyone else just as much as us, enough for it to make a noticeable impact on the way people danced around us, like we had been centered in a ring of fire and no one dared face the flames.

"We should get out of here," He muttered, bringing me back to him. My eyes locked with his yet again. Had he been staring at me this whole time?

"Finally, something we can agree on," I tighten my grip on his left hand, letting the other go as I lead him through the ballroom and into a separate alcove that led to a vacant hallway.

My hand detached from his the moment we were alone, but his arms wrapped around my waist, his head meeting the junction of my neck and shoulder.

"Get off of me," I groan, squirming half-heartedly beneath his grasp, not truly wanting him to release me.

"You're so cold baby, I have to warm you up," He claims, referring to my naturally cold skin, hailing from the winter court had its downsides, and being eternally cold was one of them. I huff, turning around to face him with narrowed brows. He smiles down at my stubborn features, his hands clasping behind my back.

"Don't call me that," I frown.

"Call you what, baby?" He asked a lilt in his tone making it clear he was teasing.

"That." My arms cross over my chest as I seethe the word out. "It could give someone the wrong impression," I argue and he tilts his head down at me demeaningly.

"Oh? And what impression is that?" He smirks, leaning lethally close. I can't find it in myself to reply. If I told him the ideas running through my head he'd tease me endlessly for it. So I kept my jaw shut and continued to stare up at him with a piercing gaze. "Tell me, baby, am I making you nervous?" He inclined his head.

"Shut up before I—" My words are cut off by his cynical laughter, the sound rocking through me.

"Before you what?" He drawls, pulling me into him closer. I seal my mouth into a thin line. "No, tell me, baby, I want to hear you finish that senten—" I crash my lips onto his.

Rising onto the tips of my toes and eagerly closed the distance between us, silencing him with my lips but he recovered quickly, his hands grasping at my hips and pulling me closer, kissing me with the same passion I met him with.

It was over as soon as it began, my lower lip being pinched between his teeth as he fought me from pulling away. "Shut up, before I do it for you," I finish my sentence he so rudely interrupted. He looked at me with hunger in his gaze, the way a predator sizes up its prey before attacking, it was lust-filled and besetting.

"Stop looking at me like that," I mumble, a blush creeping onto my features.

"Like what?" He smirks.

"Like you, want me," I mumble as if the idea was absurd.

"Want you?" He leans closer, saying the idea like it was the most insane thing he's heard to date. "No, baby I need you." He finishes, pecking my lips so casually it made me feel like we were more than what we truly are.

I ignore the swell in my chest and match his expression as he pulls away. "You're insatiable," I grimace. He only smiles and leans in again, his tongue swiping over my bottom lip, claiming my mouth as he penetrated it with the muscle, exploring every crook and crevice he could find. I pull away, my hand on his chest as a warning.

"Do you remember where my room is?" I purr, mapping my hands up his chest, across his broad shoulders, then clasping at the nape of his neck.

"Now look who's insatiable," He smirks and I roll my eyes, but I can't get a retort out before he's winnowing us into my private bedroom and pinning me against the wall.

It all happened so suddenly. One moment we were in the hall arguing, and the next in my bedroom with our lips locked.

My back pressed against a wall, his tongue exploring my mouth like it was his to claim. My hands roam his chest, undoing button after button of his shirt. Our movements were rushed and anticipating as we thrashed for each other's clothes, the sound of tearing echoing off my walls, making me cringe. This was my best dress, and he most definitely just tore it in half.

"Eris," I seethed and he smiled against my lips.

"I'll buy you a dozen new ones," He promised, his hands coming to my now bare waist, the discarded dress pooling at my feet.

He lifts me up with ease, guiding me back against the wall. The thrumming in my heart was demanding for more, and he was so very generous to give it to me.

His hips press into mine, the cloth of his pants the only thing separating us fully. I work at his belt while he reigns over my mouth, his tongue beating our silent battle and now tasting whatever place he can find.

The thud of his belt as it hit the ground might've been the best sound I had heard all evening, that was until I palmed him through his pants and he released an involuntary groan, which I decided was the best sound I'd hear all evening, and I'd make it my mission to hear it again.

"Eris," I whisper on his lips, a tone of need slipping into it while I undo the ties of his pants.

"I know, baby," He murmurs, helping me with the action.

"I want you," I confess and he smirks against my lips, making my embarrassment spike.

"Yeah?" He hums and I nod, not wishing to argue, just wishing for him. "You want me?" He prompts, only wanting to hear it from my lips again.

"C'mon, you know I do," I practically whine, my head falling back against the wall as he drops his mouth down to the column of my throat. He smiles against my skin at the sound and the desperation of my words.

"No, I don't think I do," He claims. "Why don't you show me?" His lips pulled away from my neck so he could look at my disgruntled expression.

"I hate you," I grit out.

"And yet no one gets you off, but me," He taunted and the smirk was heard in his voice. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back on the wall, refusing to feed into his already inflated ego.

"Eris," I sigh, my nails digging into the skin of his muscled back but he didn't flinch.

"Say it." He kissed up my jaw between words. "Say it, baby, and then I'll give you what you want," He hummed into the shell of my ear while cupping his hand to my heat and an incriminating noise slipped from the base of my throat, the sound somewhere between a whimper and groan.

"You're the only one," I sigh out, grinding against his palm. "The only one who makes me come," I say, my words honing true despite my passionate feelings towards him. "I can't even get off on my own hand without thinking of you," My confession caught us both entirely by surprise, I hadn't meant to say it, but the friction between my thighs was enough to drive me mad. He smiled against my skin at the visual I painted for him.

"Yeah? I bet you wished it was my fingers didn't you?" He questions and I nod, leaning into my admission, there was no taking it back now and I sure as hel wasn't going to shy beneath his gaze. "You want to feel my fingers now, baby?" He asks and my breath hitched before I began nodding fervently again.

"Please," I cry out and he smiles in reply, pushing off the wall and carrying me to my welcoming bed, the mattress plush as he lays me down onto it, my head falling to the pillows as he mounts over me, his hands dancing along the straps of my panties.

"This is okay?" He flicks his eyes up at me and I nod. "I need words, Fawn," He urges and I flush, my cheeks growing hot.

"Please, more than okay," I mutter and his smile morphs from fox to wolf, my last piece of clothing being discarded like nothing onto the floor. He nearly groaned at the sight of me, all spread out beneath him, entirely bare.

"I've barely touched you and you're soaked," He admires, his head tilting down at me demeaningly but before I can muster a retort he swiped a finger through my folds and I'm cut off with a gasp.

"That sensitive?" He smirks and I nod, my head reeling as he adds another finger, coating them in my slick as he continues his slow, almost lazy movements. I close my eyes at the stimulating feeling, my back bowing against the mattress as his thumb comes down onto my clit, doing tight circles around the peaking bud, resulting in me mewling his name uncontrollably. "Baby," He tuts pitifully, the sound making me clench around nothing.

"Please, more Eris," I gripe and he smirks.

"Yeah?" He croons. "Think you can handle more Fawn?" He didn't give me time to reply before one of his lithe fingers pushed into my entrance.

My breath hitched at the stretch, gripping the sheets beneath me at the sudden sensation. "I think you can take more than this, don't you?" He asked and he quickly added another one. "Oh don't tell me just my hand is too much?" His brows creased as if he was genuinely worried, the sardonic pitch of his voice made the middle of my back arch off the mattress.

He smiled, that reaction good enough for him and he began pumping his fingers inside of me, his thumb never leaving my clit.

Once his hand was entirely coated in my arousal he stopped thrusting his fingers in and out of me, but instead began curling them methodically, somehow immediately finding my most sensitive nerves and torturing them.

"Eris," I cried out, tears pricking my eyes at both how amazing it felt and the pain of the stretch. "Eris— I'm," He leaned down, catching the rest of my words with his mouth, and I seemed to have forgotten what I was going to say anyway, so I kissed him back. My perked breasts press against his chest, hardened nipples brushing against him in an awfully sinful way, the feeling making me grind down onto his thumb, his fingers continuing to curl into that perfect spot, the knot in my stomach tightening and suddenly I remember what I needed to tell him.

"Eris m'close, please," I whimper into his mouth, my legs jolting with his unrelenting ministrations. "Please, can I come?" I beg but he only continues looking down at me, watching as I fall apart in his arms. My breathing picks up and so does his pace but right before my climax, he removes his hand.

I gasp, my body shuddering at the sudden absence of his stimulating touch. My brows crease, a cry ripping from my throat as I realize he wasn't going to let me come. "Gods, you're a fucking bastard," I curse, hitting his shoulder.

"Baby," He grabs my wrist, pulling it away from continuing to pummel him. "I'm not letting you come unless it's on my cock." He gives me a pointed look and I frown pathetically. "Now be a good girl, and suck for me," He brings the fingers that were just inside of me to my mouth.

"C'mon," His thumb pulls at my chin and I narrow my eyes up at him defiantly. "No? You don't want to be good?" He tilts his head, removing his fingers from my lips. "Such a fucking brat," He sighs, both his hands meeting my hips and forcefully flipping me over, his touch rough and demanding, so different when compared to earlier.

"Eris, please," I whine as he presses my head down into the pillows, leaving my hips up, creating a perfect curve with my back, my hips aligned with his.

"No Fawn, if you're going to act like a brat I'm going to treat you like one," He says, his voice rough and possessive, the sound alone making my slick drip down my thighs. "Now, spread," He grips my hip in warning and I suppress a whine as I draw my legs open, sinking down until I was straddling nothing and my hips were aching as they pressed down into the bed.

I couldn't see him but I knew he was smiling at the sight of how vulnerable I was for him.

"Look at that, you're capable of listening," He teases and I flush, gritting my teeth and gripping the sheets to restrain from retorting again.

"Just, fuck me please," I sigh out, his hands grip my hips harder.

"Yeah? You that needy for my cock?" He suggests and I nod with a whine and paired it with a moan as the weight of his length pressed to my cunt, my arousal dripping onto it as he begins to drag it through my folds, the feeling indescribable.

"Please," I mewl and he grunts at the feeling of me clenching around nothing, so very needy for his penetration.

"Eris," I plead, wishing he could see the tears running down my cheeks and how badly I needed this.

"Be patient," He demanded and all I could do was obey, my stomach churning in anticipation as he wrapped his hand around himself, spreading my slick down his length with a rough grip. He lets out a strangled groan as I arch deeper into to pillows, giving him the perfect view of my sopping wet cunt, ready for his entrance.

He pressed his tip to where I needed him most and I nearly thanked every god I could think of, but I didn't get the chance because he was already dipping into me. The throbbing head of his cock was expanding my walls, molding me into his width as he proceeded deeper inside of me.

I cried at the feeling, each of his thrusts resulting in his length going deeper and deeper, my legs couldn't spread any wider, and yet the stretch was too much.

"Gods, baby," He grunts and I whimper in reply, our noises meshing together into a symphonic chorus, his thrusts and the clapping of our hips as he bottoms out adding to the rhythm. I cry out his name, my head buried in the pillows as I attempt to stifle my moans.

The head of his cock slams into my most sensitive bundle of nerves, unrelenting and harrowing against it.

"Fuck, you feel so perfect wrapped around me." He grunted and I squeezed around him tighter in reply, my head spinning as he pounded into me with an outmatched speed.

The position we were in made it feel like he was penetrating my womb, every inch of him sheathed inside of me like I was a sleeve perfectly crafted for him and him alone. No one ever got me off because I was molded to him, every ridge and vein filling me so perfectly.

"Eris," I pant out, my hips aching as I could already feel my soreness developing. He didn't care, didn't slow his pace in the slightest as he was too caught up in fucking me ruthlessly.

One of his hands left my hip and curved around my waist, two of his fingers met my clit and I gasped at the overstimulation against the puffy, reddened bud. I screamed into the pillows, unsure whether I wanted to scramble away or grind into it. I decided on the latter, my body arching into his touch without my control.

"Your little cunt is so tight, baby," Eris grunts, the head of his cock still ramming right into my bundle of nerves. "All for me," He hums and I nod, even if he was speaking to himself I could only agree with him. I pull away from the pillows for a moment to catch my breath but he grips my hair and forces me back down, making me clamp around him tighter. He grunted, one of his hands on my clit, the other forcing my head down as he drove his hips into mine with I screamed into the pillows.

"Gripping me so tight, already so close aren't you?" He teases and I nod, hoping he can understand me despite my lack of air.

He smiles manically, lust taking control of him as he lets go of my head and leans down so his chest is pressed against my back, his free hand wrapping around my torso, and ever so slowly pressing into my lower abdomen.

I could barely breathe and yet the sensation of him feeling just how deep his length was inside of me had my breath hitching. I gasped at how much bigger he felt as he pressed himself into my walls, forcing me to feel every ridge and pulse of his cock.

Tears continue to cascade down my cheeks, my thighs quivering beneath him as the throbbing need in the pit of my stomach continues to grow and grow, ready to rupture at any moment.

"Eris, I can't," I pull away from the pillows, still catching my breath. "S'too much," I whine but his thrusts continue, pressing his fingers harder into my clit, his circling getting rougher. "Be good for me and take it, yeah?" He hums, nipping at my shoulder. I nod with a pant, my limbs burning from staying in this position for so long but I didn't care, as long as he kept fucking me senseless I couldn't find it in myself to tell him I didn't secretly like how rough he is with me, how he used me like some doll. I loved it, loved every moment of it and he knew well enough that I didn't actually want him to stop.

"Eris," I sigh out.

"What is it, baby?" He hums into the shell of my ear.

"M'close, please can I come this time?" I beg and I can feel the smirk on his face as he kisses along my bare shoulder.

"You going to beg for it?" He asks and my stomach flips at the idea. Fucking bastard. I don't reply, because I know he already knows the answer.

"C'mon, I'm waiting," He croons and I release a moan, my stomach hollowing as my climax pleads to be released, but he wouldn't let me, and I knew if I did without permission it'd be a much longer night.

"Please," I murmur.

"What was that?"

"Please, Eris," I say louder this time. "Please, let me come I promise I'll be so good for you," My cries are like music to his ears, my cunt twitching around him and my legs jolting as they beg for my orgasm too.

"Yeah? You'll be good?" He asked and I nodded pitifully.

"I promise, just, please Eris can I?" I mewl and he's quiet for a moment, the beating silence making my insides shred while he continues his harsh thrusts.

"Go ahead," He says and a wave of relief washes over me. "Make a mess for me, pretty girl," He allows and then a different wave washes over me, with an all-consuming amount of pleasure, the kind that fueled fires. The feeling bloomed in the pit of my stomach before spreading throughout the rest of my body, all the way to my fingertips. My entire body caved into the mattress and my legs spasmed as I clenched tighter than I ever had before around him, resulting in a twitch of his cock, signaling that he was close.

"Come inside me," I say, still overwhelmed with the passion between us.

"Fuck," He grunts at my request. "Please, fill me Eris," I whine and he can't hold back anymore, with one last rough thrust he finds his release and paints my walls white, pumping his fluids out into me with my name on his lips.

After a few more languid strokes he pulled out, my legs immediately shutting and screaming at me in pain with the action, I'd be sore without a question in the morning. I release a deep sigh, letting my body sink into the bed entirely, not even bothering to roll over.

"No baby, you can't fall asleep like this," He reprimanded, grabbing my waist with a gentleness that rivaled his earlier rough touch. I whined incoherently as he pulled me from the warm bed and carried me to the bathroom where he'd clean me up.

He was tender as he washed my inner thighs, and even more so when wiping near my folds. We didn't speak, just sat in a comfortable silence, avoiding the thoughts of where we went from here. I was too tired to pick through my feelings at the moment, so I allowed myself to lean on him when he carried me back to the bedroom, and I allowed him to dress me into a soft nightgown and a new pair of underwear.

He tucked me in with the blankets, using a hand to brush my hair from my face, and for a second it seemed like he was going to kiss my forehead but instead, he pulled away and searched through my room for his clothes.

I unabashedly stared as he put his boxers back on, the torture of watching him leave was agonizing, but I never looked away. But as he reached for his pants I couldn't bear it, and let myself speak up. "Don't go."

He looked at me with pinched brows and an amused smile on his lips, I rolled my eyes at his expression.

"You're the only source of warmth in this stupid room, come back to bed," I grumbled and his grin remained as he dropped his pants and glided back to my bed. I scooted over for him but that was senseless since he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his chest. I look up at him with a glare and he simply shrugs.

"You said you were cold," He murmurs, his hands growing warmer against the small of my back.

"Whatever," I mumbled, stuffing my face into his warm chest. He chuckles softly, his other hand coming up to my hair and running through it soothingly.

"Goodnight Fawn," He hums.

"Night, Vanserra," I murmur.

The sun-kissed my skin as it rose over the horizon and spread onto my face. The action makes me stir, my brows pinching together as I mumble incoherently, my dreams still controlling me as I prattle on about them with half-finished sentences and slurred words.

A deep chuckle makes me peek my eyes open, spotting an all too familiar face staring right at me. He was framed by the beaming sunrise behind him, yellows and oranges bringing out the gold of his hair.

"What are you laughing at?" I seethe, flipping over so my back faced him, deciding to be dramatic about it.

"You're just cute when you wake up," He hums and I grumble a curse beneath my breath. "I slept so well last night, baby," His hand snaked around my waist and pulled me into him, my back flush against his chest.

"That makes one of us," I say with venom on my tongue but he ignores it, his hand trailing down my waist and slipping beneath the covers where my thigh was.

"It's too early to argue with you," He mumbles into my shoulder, his hand coming back up but this time slipping beneath my dress. "Go back to sleep," He urges, his hand heating up the slightest fraction, the warmth coercing me back to my slumber but I wouldn't give in.

"Get off of me," I huff, wiggling in his grasp but he only chuckles and watches as I fight the blankets, and ultimately lose.

"You wanted my hands all over you last night, remember?" He crooned, nipping at my shoulder and I groaned, flipping around to face him.

"Just because I let you come inside of me doesn't mean we're some old married couple, stop acting like this," I poked his chest and he raised a brow.

"Like what, snow?" He hummed, his nose brushing against mine.

"A new nickname too? Gods, you must be in love with me," I muse and he smirks at the accusation.

"I must be," He agrees, his arm tightening around me, pressing against the small of my back as our legs tangle and our noses touch.

"Shut up," I murmur, the blush across my face evident.

"Are you going to make me again?" He questions and I roll my eyes, moving past his nose and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, my hand coming to his cheek as he tightened his hold around me, rolling us over so I was lying atop him.

I detached from his lips, albeit reluctantly. "Don't you have to go back to Autumn?" I ask. "High Lord business and all," I murmur and he smiles.

"You going to miss me?" He surmises and I stuff my head into his neck, running my fingers through his hair unconsciously.

"Just want to know when you're going to finally leave me alone," I grumble.

"You still have me for a few hours, unfortunately for you," He hums and I groan in annoyance, contrary to me also kissing up his neck.

"Maybe we should go back to sleep. The time will pass faster," I hum.

"Or we could do something else to pass the time," He suggests and I pull away from his neck to give him a glare, which he returns with a knowing smirk.

"You're insatiable," I say.

"For you." He retorts.

I huffed and lay back down on his shoulder, secretly enjoying the way I could hear his heart beating, the steady thrums quickening whenever I kissed up the column of his throat. It was amusing, how much of an effect I had on him and I'd be lying if I said it didn't boost my ego at least a little bit.

"You're so cold," He observes, running his hands up and down my waist.

"No shit," I mumble.

"Are you always this freezing?" He asks and I shake my head.

"Only when I'm away from the Winter Court," I explain, lifting my head up to take in his expression.

"But you're never in the winter court?" His brows crease, one of his hands leaving my waist in favor of cupping my cheek.

"Mhm." I nod. "but you do a pretty good job at warming me up too," I hum, leaning into his hand. I hadn't meant for the movement to be so intimate, but he didn't seem to mind as he warmed his hand, his fingertips heating against my cheek.

"Yeah? It doesn't burn?" He asks, hesitantly pulling his hand away but I catch his wrist and put it back on my jaw.

"It feels nice," I reassure and he offers me a rare smile, the gentle kind, void of malicious intent.

"Go back to sleep, I'll still be here when you wake up." He guides my head back down onto his shoulder, resting atop his chest, just over his heart.

"Wish you weren't," I mumble, running my fingers up and down the grooves of his bicep, my fingertips feather light and icy cold as I dance them along his skin.

"We both know that's a lie, fawn," He says and I swallow thickly, deciding not to reply because this was all starting to feel too soft, too warm. He was melting me in his comforting hands and like water, I was slipping between his fingers faster than he could catch before I crashed to the ground. I close my eyes, shutting off my incessant thinking for a few moments, selfishly preferring to cherish this fleeting moment. "You better be here when I wake up," I whisper, my voice raw. My violent tone disappeared.

"So you can tell me this will never happen again?" He shifts beneath me, my head coming to the same pillow he was lying on.

"Something like that," I murmur, cupping his sharp jaw in my hand. "Maybe I'll even threaten you, I haven't decided yet," I hum and he smiles at the idea.

"Looking forward to it," He mumbled, before leaning forward and nudging my face upward with his nose before placing his lips on mine once more, the movement was so much more tender than it's ever been before, it made my stomach churn and my fingertips jolt. I hated it, whatever he was doing to me. Hated every second of it, yet he left me addicted, pleading for more like a bad drug. "Sleep, I'll be here," He pulls away a fraction, still close enough to share the same breath as me. I nod and settle into the crook of his neck, my arms tightening around his chest comfortingly. His warm hands were placed on my back and thigh, rubbing slow circles with his thumb and coaxing me back to sleep.

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