#ty for the ask was kicking my feet and giggling while answering this

[realbeefman]

Your foreman takes are always SO CORRECT and it's a fucking DELIGHT to me. You get it!! He's been my ABSOLUTE fave for a loooong time but somehow I never really came across much analysis of him so reading your posts and tags is like being a shark that's drifted full of hunger for nearly 20 years and FINALLY found some delicious crunchy fishies. I'm EATING your insights yum yum yum chomp chomp

AHHHHH this is the absolute highest compliment to me. i’ve always been a foreman fanatic if secretly but i feel like something has really clicked in my mind where now i UNDERSTAND why i like his hypocritical guilt-riddled self. i never see any analysis of him either… i think it’s because if you surface-level read him he is a deeply boring individual. because he kind of IS boring!! his life is deeply boring even though he does work for house!!! but this makes me love him even more because he’s trying so hard to be normal but because he’s deeply repressed he only has one outlet that genuinely emotionally fulfills him. he’s a control freak who can’t win in this one part of his life and it’s the ONLY place he ever actually feels genuinely happy!!! he makes himself miserable and THAT’S why he’s so boring because he doesn’t do anything because doing things opens himself up to feeling anything other than how he currently does and he needs to be in control of everything, even his own emotions, and it’s not that he’s consciously TRYING to be miserable and boring but he’s trying to be safe and it’s slowly slowly killing him. he’s miserymaxxing and he doesn’t even consciously REALIZE IT!!! house is AWARE that he’s miserable and depressed and he tries to cope with it (albeit mostly in very self destructive ways) but foreman is so out of touch with himself that he’s just. like a caterpillar that crawled into a cockoon and never emerged.

[liesioe]

I LOVE YOUR STORY "SPIDERS MISTAKE" ARE YOU PLANNING ON CONTINUING IT???? I WOULD KILL FOR ANOTHER CHAPTER! ITS SOOO FUCKING GOOD

Thank you so much !! I will be continuing it, it should be around 5 or 7 chapters once it’s done (not too sure yet). I got some good angst in the making though, drafted up an interesting argument scene that I can’t wait to incorporate in the story.

[kiwanopie]

cw: mdni dubcon. drunk sex. reluctant but willing reader. praise. filth. honestly don’t even read this.

the only alternative to opening my docs when horny is doing half a backflip and landing on my neck

When you open the door, he’s standing there propped on his elbow. Feet barely crossed in front of each other as he makes an attempt at posing as desirably as possible, and looking like a complete drunken fool in the process.

You raise a curious eyebrow.

“Hi.”

“Midoriya?”

“Helloo!” He greets again, and it’s tailed by a giggle as he moves forward.

“What’s-“

His arms are heavy and all surrounding as he pulls you into a hug, you nearly stumble back from how much weight he’s putting on you. Barely able to hold himself up correctly, and already dipping his head into the crook of your neck - you shiver as your friend takes in a few good whiffs of you.

Midoriya groans quietly. “Y’smell so good.”

“You smell like a distillery.” You rub his back. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Oh my god, s’much.” He giggles. And then he presses in more, kicking the door closed behind him. “Les’ have a sleepover. I’m so tired.”

He punctuates that by nearly laying all of his weight on you, giggling again when you grunt from the stress and try with all the strength you can muster to drag him to the bed.

You blow out a sigh as he bounces on your mattress from where you’ve all but thrown him, feet hanging precariously close to the floor as he stretches his arms and nuzzles into your blanket.

“How’d you even get up here like that?” You breathe.

“I took the elevator.”

You sigh again.

“If you’re gonna sleep in my bed, you can’t sleep in your regular clothes.” You turn your head to search through your drawers. “I don’t want my bed to smell like alcohol.”

Midoriya snorts behind you. “Okie.” And it’s followed by the sound of shuffling.

You’re quick as you grab the oversized college hoodie from your dresser, turning around - though hesitating a bit when you find him laid out in nothing but his underwear behind you, boxers fitting comfortably over his muscled thighs and chiseled stomach.

You try not to stare as you throw him the hoodie. “Put this on, whore. And fix yourself, don’t just sleep on top of the covers.”

“S’ bossy..” He pouts but he does it anyway.

Your feet patter around the room as you start to get ready for bed again, grabbing your phone from where you left it in the bathroom and plugging it up on your bedside table.

You're lifting a leg onto the bed while absently tying your hair up when Midoriya pulls at your lower thigh.

“Hm?”

“Can you…?” He starts drunkenly. “Do s’mthing for me.”

“Mhm?”

He looks at you for a while, drawing circles in your thighs.

“Sit on my face.”

You pause.

“You’re too drunk.”

Midoriya smiles giddily. “So? Y’expect me to ask you when I’m sober? You’re too hot.”

“You’re like barely conscious right now, Midoriya.”

He looks up at you a little woundedly. “Y’don’t want to?”

You wait a few long beats before answering a little honestly. “I mean… yeah but-“

You wobble a little as he starts to pull you in his direction, manhandled until you’re nearly hovering over his face. “W-wait. Midoriya, but you’re way too drunk! I don’t wanna-“

“Take advantage a’ me?” He slurs as he slides his head between your thighs, and you smell heavenly. “Been wan’in to do this like forever.”

He nuzzles his nose into your inner thigh as he reaches up to clumsily pull your panties to the side, breaths heated as you struggle in his grasp but his grip is unmoving.

“N-no wait!” You fumble. But even as you protest his hot tongue is already digging between your folds. “F-fuck…. Midoriya..!”

Vibrations send electric little waves up the rest of your torso as he moans contentedly underneath you. Sloppily dragging his tongue back and forth from your clit to the quivering little hole feeding him so well, momentarily taking a moment to dip his tongue in and all but dig you out as you inadvertently hump against his face.

His hands are steely as he keeps his hold on your hips, sliding them lovingly up your torso as he coaxes you to ride his face.

“Ah,” And the way you whine has him moaning out again. “We-… We shouldn’t be doing this…!”

Midoriya presses you more into his face as he defiantly nods in disagreement. He says something too. Maybe a cross between “mhm!” or “yes, we should.” But he’s not too keen on ripping himself away to sound any clearer.

You mewl when one of his hands slide up your shirt to fondle with your breasts, roughly squeezing in handfuls as he thumbs at your pert nipple.

You start to push at his head. “Izuku! Fuck, Izuku…” He chases your clit even as his head presses further into the mattress. “God…. your tongue…”

He grunts, removes the hand groping your breast to stop you from pushing his head away and instead card through his air.

“m’gonna cum…!” You whine. “Fuck m’gonna cum….”

Midoriya nods. “S’okay,” He sounds drunker than ever, cheeks red and eyes glazed over. “Go ‘head, baby. Y’ can cum.”

You gasp airily before letting out a moan that nearly has him cumming in his boxers, desperately humping into his face as you finally cum with a cry of his name, and he groans as he devours it all.

You’re whining from over stimulation when he’s finally getting his last few slurps in, kissing the inside of your thighs before finally letting you roll over and letting out a sigh of content. “God, thank you.” He breathes. “You’re so fucking good.”

You silently catch your breath.

You’re half dozing off when you feel your panties being pulled down your legs.

“N-no, wait. Midoriya, wait-“

He pouts as he pulls himself out of his boxers and god are you not prepped enough for that. “What happened to ’Izuku?’” And his pupils all but dilate as he presses your shirt up your chest. “Call me Izuku again, it was so cute?”

You halfheartedly push him away as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Come on, wait!” You whimper. “You’re gonna regret this in the morning…!”

“Why would I regret this in the morning? ‘ve been wan’ing to do this since I met- fuuckkk!”

You gasp. You can feel him in your guts and he hasn’t even gotten the whole thing in yet. You’re all but sobbing from the pressure as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“s’tight!” He whines. “So fucking tight, princess. You’re milking me..!”

You dig your nails into his upper back as he lays his head in the crook of your neck and starts pistoning. He’s definitely rearranging your guts right now.

“s’too much, ‘zuku!” You mewl as he pants into your ear. “s’too deep! Fuck! You’re breaking me!”

“Mh yeah?” He lazes a few whiskey tinted kisses down your pulse point. “Ah- y’feel me in there? Feel me in your tummy?”

Midoriya lifts himself on one of his arms to press on your lower stomach and you all but convulse. “Look at how pretty this pussy is.” He lowers his hand till he’s rubbing attentive circles on your clit. “Takin’ me so well. Makin’ me feel so…ah… good!”

He’s lifting one of your legs and coaxing the other further when he lays his weight on you again, forcing his tongue in your mouth that still tastes like you.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He pulls back and admits. “Always wanted you to be mine. And now you’re-“ Midoriya grunts. “Bein’ such a good girl f’me.”

You’re gonna squirt at this point. “You’re really suckin’ me in, huh? You want my cum?”

You whine.

Midoriya brings back his hips to push in a firm dragging thrust. “Good girls get what they ask for, baby.” He kisses the underside of your jaw. “Y’want it? You want my cum?”

“Ye- fuck!” You cry. “Yes! Yes!”

Midoriya groans. “Yeah y’do. Good fucking girl.”

Your back arches as his hips piston back and forth steadily into your core, creaming all over his cock as the way you pulsate around him has him clenching his teeth - and fucking into you even as you clench around his hot cum.

He whines as his thrusts finally shallow, slowing till he’s pressing as deep as he can and grinding his hips against yours, so desperately that the bed catches the current and the mattress wavers as he needily grinds himself in as deeply as he can.

It’s enough to have you creaming around him a second time, more managed seizing as your insides clench around him in the throws of your third orgasm and he cums again with a broken moan.

You can finally catch your breath when you reach up for him, carding your fingers in his hair before jolting a bit in his grasp as he rolls the both of you over.

You sigh. “Jesus, Izuku-“

Snore!

He’s asleep.

[mrz-fushiguro-types]

Baby,It’s cold outside.

Hi everyone this is my first story on tumblr ever! I hope you all enjoy it!☃︎︎

Gojoxreader(first person)

Warnings- Smut, slight cursing.

Enjoy! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

It’s cold, you can hear the rough wind knocking against the window, it’s going to be cold all week, the snow could possibly get to 10 inches of snow by the end of the day.

No way in hell was I stepping foot out there, you wouldn’t catch me do it. Anything that required me having to get warm after just wasn’t for me. I hated being cold.

I hum softly at the warm cup of tea in my hands kicking my feet by the fireplace as I sigh calmness filling my heart. But my peace was interrupted by the burst of the front door opening, the cold and cruel wind lashed at my body as Satoru stepped in closing the door quickly with a huff.

Despite it being really ugly outside, that didn’t stop him from going to work, surprisingly I had forgotten that my boyfriend was a workaholic that complained about working.

I pushed my hands back down on the warm couch pushing them under my thighs to warm up, Gojo looks at me and then smiles “my bad, I didn’t expect to see you in the living room, I figured you’d be in bed enjoying your day off?” He said with question on his face as if he was asking why was I in the living room to begin with.

Looking at Satoru’s smile was almost contagious though I was now upset because I was cold I could care less about anything else at the moment, “why not enjoy my day next to the fireplace warming up?” I answered before returning his kind smile “how was work?” I ask lifting off the couch to go greet him.

Gojo starts unbuttoning his jacket shrugging “slow, they let the schools out early because of the snow storm, and we had to stay a little later for a meeting they might put us back on virtual because the storm isn’t going to particularly pass quickly..” he said while I make my way to him picking up his bag placing it on the couch, I lean over grabbing his slippers, but while I did so I notice Gojo had stopped moving, his hand rested on the zipper of his jacket.

He was staring outside as if he’d rather be out there than in here in the warmth, his perfect white eyelashes fluttered softly as he blinked. Satoru turned his head to me looking at my puzzled face.

He smiled down at me leaning down to kiss my cheek which caught me by surprise and caused an instant blush on my part, “Gojo..you can’t just do that abruptly..” I say doing anything but meeting his eyes, to that he just giggles happily, “why not mamas? You are my girlfriend now it’s no need to be embarrassed by something so simple..” he said before softly lifting my chin so I can look into his beautiful blue eyes. “You know what you could be embarrassed about though..~” he muttered leaning down smushing his soft cold lips against mine.

I hum at the action, wrapping my arms around his neck, that just inviting him to wrap his arms around my waist.

He pulls back kissing my nose before I watch his eyes light up in excitement, “I know it’s probably childish to say this but..do you wanna build a snow man?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

I drop my hands “no Anna.” I add returning the grin as I walk back over to the fireplace, “oh come onnn, it’ll be fun! The first snow day as a couple doesn’t intrigue you?” He asked making me roll my eyes “it involves me going out in that snow storm!” I say pointing to the window.

Gojo groans in frustration “you’re gonna like it!” He insists making me cross my arms “and you think that because…?” I ask him tapping my finger on my forearm. “Because you’re spending time with me now go change.” He said demanding, I roll my eyes at his demanded “Hell no!”

I stand in our room as Gojo puts my hat on my head with a satisfied grin, he grabs my scarf tying it around my neck with a nod and the continued satisfactory look.

I grumble under my breath and Gojo perks his head up “cmonnn don’t pout now you just need to put your boots on and then-“ “not only are you forcing me into this but you’re dressing me as well, what else can I do but pout..” I say with a deep sigh.

Gojo nods again rolling his eyes, “if you don’t come out with me you’re gonna regret missing that time with me..” he said with a soft sad smile, as if he knew something I didn’t. He slips on my socks and then my boots.

I tilt my head and as I do he lifts me onto his shoulders with a proud expression on his face, “Gojo! Put me down I can walk!” I say softly hitting his back but he just ignores me and continues walking to the front door.

Once he opens it he walks on the front porch throwing me in the 7 inches of snow my body falling in the cold. Gojo despite me struggling to sit up was cackling while holding his belly as he laughed, I sit up a scowl on my face grabbing a clump of snow with one hand throwing it in his face to stop the laughing and that in fact worked.

Gojo’s expression lit up and he laughed once again running off the porch. It was so hard to infuriate him but it was so easy to get me upset, he took pride in knowing that. Gojo held his laughter all the way until he leaned down to help me up.

But he fell right into my trap, as soon as I got up I dropped a ball of snow into his shirt making him frantically shiver and grab at his shirt causing me to cowardly run away giggling at my get back, “[nammme!] damnit get it! Get it!” He said shaking to get it out of his shirt finally the somewhat melted snow plopped on the ground.

Satoru shot me a glare which only made me laugh more “I bet you didn’t expect that huh?!” I say from across the yard my hand on my chest as I take the cold air into my lungs still giggling. Satoru put on a determined look “no but I do bet you won’t come over here and say it to my face.” He said crossing his arms.

I tilt my head “are you declaring war Gojo?” I ask picking up snow forming it into a ball yet when I lifted up he was already behind me dropping a large snow ball on my head, “damnit! I didn’t even see you move!” I shout while he laughs loudly, snow balls now flying as we get lost in our snowball fight.

Finally Gojo rushes back out with a carrot to finish off this lopsided snowman we were making “got it!” He exclaimed holding it in the air. “Great now I have to mop when we get back in..” I sigh while he Sticks the carrot in the spot it belongs and stands back to capture our “masterpiece” on his phone.

After a bit Gojo huffs looking off into the dimming sky pushing his hair back from his eyes “woo..” he exclaims letting his hair fall before turning to me “the winds picking up [Name] I don’t want you to catch a cold..” he said grabbing my hand, I do nothing but listen my body being completely numb and drenched in water.

We make our way to the porch into the house and the minute we step back into the house all of the snow on our clothes melts into a puddle on the floor where we stood.

Gojo looked over at me as I started to pull off my snow boots, he smiles taking off his mittens and then his boots. Once I pull off my boots I hurry and sit in front of the fireplace letting out soft shutters rubbing my arms to warm up. Satoru walks over and sits down with me pulling me in his chest rubbing my arm, “you’re freezing..” he said while I cuddled close to him trying to get warm as I shuttered “so are you..” I whisper pushing my head under his neck and he left out a soft breath.

“It shouldn’t take us that long to warm up..” he said before he chuckled shaking his head, I lift up to look him in his face but he just stared off into the fire his face red from ear to ear, “Satoru..? What’s the matter..?” I asked, He finally meets my eye before chuckling “I started thinking..about ways to warm us up faster..~”

I blush at his words turning my head to the fire my face heating up before the rest of my body, Gojo snaps pointing at my face, “like that!” He said with a small chuckle, I meet his beautiful blue eyes again shivering as he slides his cold hands underneath my chin lifting my head so I couldn’t look away from him anymore.

He leans down closing the space crashing his lips against mine, I hum feeling his cold lips warm up instantly as I part my lips slowly feeling his warm tongue push up against mine sliding my cold hands down his toned chest letting out soft breaths as I fought his tongue for what seemed like forever.

He pulled me ontop of him holding my hips tightly as I straddled him, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, without looking he unzipped my jacket pulling off of my arms, he then slides his cold hands under my shirt causing me to shiver uncontrollably, he pulled back attacking my neck with continuous soft sucks and kisses making me push my hands up against his chest, “Sa..Satoru please..~” I groan out rolling my hips up onto him receiving soft grunts from him, just from his member pushing up into my inner thigh I could tell how hard he was.

I whine figuring I’d lose my mind at this rate, but he lifts his head staring into my eyes, his pretty blue eyes having a lustful glisten to them as he lifted off my shirt, the fire crackling and popping in the background causing the perfect atmosphere.

He smirks while leaning his head down “your body heat rose..instantly and all we’ve done was kiss and rub on eachother a little..~ what’s got you so eager for my touch mama..?~” he muttered in a teasing tone, looking up and down at my bare stomach and breast, I whine leaning back grinding my hips a bit harder wanting him even more now.

“I could ask you the same question..” I managed to get out but that did me no good, Gojo started to match the pace of my hips sliding his hands down to my inner thighs his eye brows raising a bit when he felt that my juices were already smeared between my thighs, like a kid in the candy store his eyes lit up, “fuck..” he whispered in excitement, pushing his middle finger against my covered clit.

I hiss my hips jerking back a bit, but Satoru grabbed my waist keeping my still, he slid his fingers up and down slowly cause my legs to twitch from the sudden pleasure “please~ don’t tease me..~” I beg using the back of my hand to cover my mouth as I let out a quiet moan.

Gojo hums sliding my soaked panties to the side using both his index and middle finger to tease my throbbing clit once more. I throw my head back sucking in air to fight back the embarrassing noises that would have escaped, but as if he was reading what I was doing Gojo pushed his middle finger into me slowly using his other hand to pin my hand to my side, he then whispered in my ear, “don’t fight it, let it all out [name] I wanna hear how I make you feel..~” before he twisted his wrist pushing his finger up onto my G spot.

I grab his wrist tightly taking a sharp breath, I couldn’t even think straight he knew me, every inch of me. He knew how to make me squirm, how to make me blush, but even better, he knew how to make me feel as if I were floating. Satoru looks me dead in the eye with a demanding gaze “let go..” he said causing me to do exactly as I’m told, but before I could catch my breath he was at it again, abusing my spot with just his fingers.

“Ah! Please!~” I beg wanting to feel something bigger than his fingers, wanting to feel his heat, wanting to be completely dominated by him, the thought alone made my head foggy.

He hums in a thinking tone before saying “I dunno..you’re really squeezing my fingers..you sure you can take all of me?” He questioned “even if I can’t, make me..” I mutter to him trying to catch my breath but as I watched his hand shift to his zipper I saw that my words did something to him, he bit on his lip after he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick through the zipper hole.

I feel my heart began to race once he starts to wrap his hand around his shaft and uses his soaked hand to jerk himself off. “Satoru..please I can’t take it anymore..~” I whine biting my lip as I watch him pleasure himself, he keeps his teeth on his lip as he stares directly at me stroking his shaft, it was as If he’s telling me to hop on, and so I lift my body up using his shoulders for support this makes him stop his movements focusing on his hand placement on my hips as he guides my waist down on his Hardon.

I gasp once I feel him enter me covering my mouth to hold back the scream I was about to let out but he grabs my wrist and pins it behind my back thrusting his hips up without any hesitation, I let my head fall on his shoulder as he keeps his hand on my arm pounding right into my spot without a problem at all, “nghh!~ fuck!” I cry out strands of my hair plastered to my head in sweat.

“Good job mama..~ you’re making so many..Haa~ dirty noises~” he praises in between his own moans. Just hearing him moan alone made me wanna cum all over him, this man did so much to my mind I couldn’t help but nod to his words feeling my entire body burn with anticipation for him and him alone.

He let go of my hand and by my thighs held me up thrusting harshly into my spot over and over, the sounds of our skin clapping together and my juices squirting out after each thrust made my body burn for more. Satoru panted as he thrusted into me his thrusts getting more eager and sloppy “I’m close..~fuck keep squeezing around me just like that..~” he whispered through quiet pants and soft groans.

I feel my clit pulsate as he uses his thumb to rub in circles causes my pussy to throb even more around him but feeling his twitch inside me made me start to bounce more at his pace, the feeling of the knot in my stomach start to loosen. Gojo chuckles burying his face in my neck creating more dark hickeys, I bury my hands in his hair as he thrusts a few more times biting down hard on my lip as I felt the high from me wanting to cum so bad, my head was spinning, my chest heaving.

“I’m cumming..~” he whispered before I felt him pound deeper into my stomach causing me to claw at his arms drool seeping down my mouth and down my chin at the uncontrollable screams of his name, I was close, I was so close but I can’t tell him that, the way he was handling my body made me forget how to speak.

After a few more thrusts he let out a soft sigh thrusting one last time before I felt his warm cum fill me up completely, Satoru laid his head in my chest while I sat there, in a daze, my eyes barely opened my body hitching, tears streaming out of the corners of my eyes, he holds me close us both being a panting sweaty mess, finally after he slowly lifts me off of him, a mixture of both of our cum squirts out of me my head falling limply in his chest, “shit..” he exclaimed holding me close.

Instantly after letting everything out that was inside of me, I pass out in his chest not being able to complete comprehension what just happened to my body.

One thing I do know is that, I’m not cold anymore at all.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)

• Characters: Levi Ackerman, fem!Reader

• Genre: smut, fluff

• Warnings: explicit content, sexual content, sensual sex, kinda ooc Levi

Worship

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Only in underwear and with an aching heart I view my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I can’t help but to compare myself with the other women my age. Their bodies aren’t full of scars and flaws, while mine is clearly painted from the war. I don’t even know why I keep making such a big deal about it, after all I am not some young thing trying to impress men. I’m the mother of a six month old, in her late thirties and happily married for about a decade now. I fought a war, saw people die and was on the brink of death about a dozen of times myself. But still I feel like some 20 year old that never had to face all this stuff, leaving her appearance her biggest problem.

„She’s finally asleep“, I hear Levi saying, snapping me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even hear him coming into the room. „Everything okay, dear?“ he asks while limping towards the bed and sitting down.

I turn around, arms wrapped around my belly. It feels pathetic to admit it. „Not fighting for my life everyday made me notice my looks“, I admit quietly, tears welling up in my eyes. Levi looks at me, his nose scrunched like I told him about a talking pile of dust. „What do you mean?“

„The war disfigured me.“ Tears are streaming down my face now but Levi still looks at me, like he doesn’t understand a single thing. He scoots over and pats on the mattress. „Lay down.“ Now it’s my turn to look confused. „Just do it“, he insists, and so I make my way towards the bed too and lay down, just as he told me. My hair, still wet from the shower I just took, tousles all over the pillow and it’s like I can feel the knots tying themselves back in.

Levi is on the foot of the bed now, his eyes softened as he looks at me. „Stop talking shit“, he says. „The war didn’t disfigured you. Quite the opposite. How can you not realize that this makes you even more attractive? The way you survived the impossible?“

His hands sneak to my feet, massaging them, before lifting both and kissing my ankles. „Your feet walked you so many miles, you ran right into your death just to serve humans you don’t even know personally, to make sure they’re safe.“ He kisses my ankles again. „And they’re never afraid to kick my ass if I need it.“ A soft smile crawls upon my lips.

He moves up to my clean shaved legs. „It’s impressive that your shinbones never broke“, he mumbles against my skin, placing kisses all over my lower leg. „How often and how hard you fell during battles.“

Then he moves up to my thighs. „And don‘t get me started on your thighs“, Levi speaks, kissing them too, even marking them like he did sometimes when we were younger. „So muscular from all the horse riding. And so perfect around my hips and head.“ I couldn’t suppress a giggle, which earns me a bright smile from Levi.

I shriek as he moves his hand under my body, massaging my ass. „How many hours did you sit on your pretty ass in this boring meetings that never brought us anywhere?“ A rhetoric question, but I answer anyways, playing along. „Enough.“ „And yet, it never gave up“, Levi says with a teasing smile, letting go of my bum. I wait for one of his typical jokes and look at him confused as nothing comes. „Wow, no joke about taking a shit?“ I ask jokingly, to which I earn a roll of his steel-blue eye. „I try to be romantic and sexy, brat.“ With a giggle I lean back again, letting him continue.

His next stop is the already wet area between my legs. His fingers caress over my panties and both of us feel the damp spot on it. He hooks his thumbs in the hem of the piece of clothing, searching for consent in my eyes. „May I?“ Instead of answering I raise my hips so he can take it off. Levi understands and pulls my white underwear down, the way it sticks on my vagina gives me a feeling of how incredibly wet I am already.

„Your perfect pussy“, he whispers after placing the piece of fabric next to him on the bed. „Making me feel things I didn’t even know were possible. And making you feel things with only a light touch.“ To prove his statement he placed a kiss on my clit, making me shiver. „And not only this. It was the door to this world for our babygirl.“

After a few strokes through my wet folds he makes his way further up to my tummy. „I know how much you despise your stretch marks but they show how well our daughter grew in you.“ Sweet kisses are placed all over my stomach. „You created life, dear. I didn’t thought you could get any more beautiful, but then I saw you becoming a mother.“ New tears sting in my eyes, but this time they are tears of joy.

As I feel his hands move upwards I instantly sit up to unclasp my bra, throwing it next to the bed before laying down again and with a pleased smile Levi cups my right breast while kissing my left one. He takes his time with them, moving his lips back and forth between them so he gives both equal attention before he speaks again. „Not only are your boobs beyond sexy, they also feed a living being.“

With that Levi moves further up again, now kissing my throat and neck. „I was always allowed to hide from the world in the crook of your neck.“ Another kiss. „And your throat a) always takes my cock so well and b) protects your vocal chords that create your beautiful voice.“

With this lewd, yet pure sentence he moves to my left arm, kissing it’s whole length down do my hand. „Your shoulders, always willing to stem the weight of others too, no matter how bad it hurts you as long the other one has it easier and your strong arms, always giving out the best hugs.“ Then he kisses the palm of my hand. „And your hands, making me realize that the world provides more than violence.“

His kisses come back to my face and start to cover my cheeks. „I love the tiny wrinkles next to your nose when you smile.“ My nose gets a kiss too. „And the way you scrunch your nose when you’re embarrassed.“ He travels up the bridge of my nose until he reaches my forehead. „Your smart head“, then left again to my ear. „And your open ear, always listening when someone needs it.“ Then under my eyes. „Those beautiful eyes of you and all the lovely ways they look at me.“

And then finally, Levi kisses my lips. „And your lips, curling up to the most beautiful smile in the world and giving the best kisses.“ I rarely ever see him like this. So soft and vulnerable without him having a beak down.

„Your scars and flaws make you even more beautiful“, he reassures once again before diving into another kiss, this time adding his tongue too.

His healthy hand sneaks down between my legs again and starts to please me by sinking two fingers in my dripping cunt. A moan leaves my lips while I roll my hips against his hand to feel him deeper inside of me. Chapped lips on mine muffle my moaning while I chase my high on my husbands fingers.

„I want your cock“, I whine breathless as I feel my pleasure increasing. „Cum on my fingers first. You’re so close, I can feel it.“ That’s all it needs for me to fall apart. With a dizzy feeling I watch Levi stripping, placing his clothes on the floor next to the bed while stroking his boner.

In awe I look at his body. Even though Levi can’t walk properly anymore he tries his best to stay in shape, even with his almost 40 years. Especially his arms are still fine toned due to the weight lifting he does. The scars on his body tell the story of Humanities Strongest, making him even hotter in my eyes.

I think I understand what he tried to tell me.

My mind goes blank as his cock finds my pussy, pushing his whole length into me. As I moan louder than intended he quickly places his lips on mine again, not wanting to wake up the baby. Or the neighbors.

With his lips on mine and his cock deep inside me, I am able to let go off my worries and I only concentrate on the feeling of his tongue and the feeling of my second orgasm building up while he moves in and out of me. Our mixed moans and the sound of skin against skin create a lewd symphony inside of our bedroom.

„Fuck (Y/n), I‘m cumming.“ My legs close tighter around him so he’s even closer. I want to feel him cum inside me. And that’s exactly what happens. I can feel his cock twitch and with a hiss, followed by a loud groan I feel the warmth of his sperm inside of me, which takes me over the edge too and has me trembling under his body and clenching around his cock while I embrace my heavy orgasm.

Goosebumps raise as Levi falls on the mattress besides me, his hair messy and his back scratched by my nails. „I love you so much“, I whisper in his ear, petting his head. „I love you too

[frankenhookersmonster]

Can you write some Steve Harrington fluff where he and his girlfriend have a conversation about how much they adore each other while drunk? Like Robin and Eddie are forced to endure their kissing and hearing them be like "I have a confession, I think you're absolutely handsomest Steve" and he's like "no way you're like the prettiest" while trying to get them home. 

Lucky - Steve Harrington x Reader

warnings - drunk!steve harrington x drunk!reader, fluff, drinking, clinginess, making out, swearing, no smut here but my blog is 18+ minors do not interact

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Steve was in heaven. He was dating the most beautiful, talented, smart person in the world, and he couldn’t be happier. He held you on a pedestal ever since he met you, to him you were a god among men. He told you as much, sometimes he’d trip over his own words trying to express his feelings for you. He couldn’t believe that someone as perfect as you would be with someone like him, especially now.

In the past, Steve was good at dating. But once he fell from high school royalty and became a real person with a shitty job, the confidence he once had was gone. But you didn’t care, you liked the new, substantially more likable, Steve Harrington.

He was pretty drunk, he hadn’t intended on it. Nancy’s family was out of the house for the night, and she invited a few people over, promising nothing crazy. As soon as Steve walked through the door, he found you in the kitchen with Nancy and Robin. You looked gorgeous, when did you not, and he had his lips on yours in between greeting you. “Welcome in, Steve, so glad to see you, too.” Robin mumbled while taking the six pack Steve brought out of his hand and placing it on the counter. He wasn’t paying attention, though, he was completely enthralled with you. 

The night had been calm. Eddie came along later, and with him came more alcohol. You all drank, played monopoly which ended in Robin and Nancy arguing about who the winner was, and now sat in front of the tv while Gremlins played. 

You and Steve weren’t paying attention, though. Instead, you were in Steve’s lap, facing him with your arms over his shoulders. He was holding your waist, rubbing little circles into your hips with his thumbs. You were staring at each other, only breaking eye contact to kiss each other. The alcohol in your systems made you feel like you were the only two people in the world, but you weren’t. Though Nancy was asleep on the couch, none the wiser to you and Steve’s public displays of affection, Robin sat with her legs in her lap, petting her and playing with the ends of her sock absentmindedly, and Eddie was propped up on a chair, still nursing a beer. 

“Stevie,” You began and he hummed which made you let out a bubbly giggle. “You’re just so handsome, do you know that?” You leaned forward and pecked the corner of his mouth quickly, he turned his head to catch your lips and give you a proper kiss. “You’re like, the most handsome, prettiest guy in the world, ya’know?” He shook his head at you, pursing his lips then. “Nu-uh,” You cut him off, nodding at him. “Uh-huh, it’s true.” He then removed his hands from your waist, and though you whined at the lack of contact he placed his palms on either one of your cheeks. “Not possible, because you are the prettiest in the world, got it?” He kissed you before you could respond, though you doubt that he wanted an answer. Against your lips in his drunken stupor, Steve mumbled “So pretty”, “All mine” and “Love you so much.”

Just beyond both of your fields of vision, Eddie and Robin stared in disgust. The movie was long forgotten about, maybe because you and Steve were both so loud with your love declarations. It was like a car crash, and they couldn’t look away. 

“They know we’re still here, right?” Robin asked, trying to keep her voice down, though Eddie didn’t share the same sentiment. “Some people have no respect for others, Jesus H. Christ.” He took another drink, looking away as Steve stuck his tongue further into your mouth. Robin faked a gag, which made Eddie chuckle. She took a piece of popcorn, taking a minute to aim, and threw it at the two of you. The kernel landed perfectly on the top of Steve’s head, which made the culprits erupt in laughter. You and Steve didn’t budge, only pulling away from each other for you to mouth “Prettiest boy there ever was” before lazily kissing him again.

Robin booed, throwing another two pieces of popcorn, both of which missed and got lost somewhere on the carpet. “You can’t do that! There are other people here who don’t want to see that!” Eddie was loud now, making Nancy stir a bit, rolling onto her back and sitting up. She was a bit disoriented, but took a minute to ground herself. “Ew.” She said simply, before lying back down. “Just let them be, they’ll be asleep sooner or later.” She muttered, though she was already drifting off again. “Yeah, and I’ll be vomiting in my mouth sooner or later, thanks Nance.” Robin crossed an arm over her chest, the other one still rubbing Nancy’s ankle. 

Nancy was half right, because by the time you all had bid her goodbye, Eddie had sobered up and packed you all into his van, you were in and out of consciousness. For the majority of the ride, you were on Steve’s shoulder, his arm around your body as you let out light snores. But every once in a while you’d wake, maybe a familiar guitar riff blasting through Eddie’s radio or a simple pothole jerking the vehicle would make you stir. Steve was always there to look down at you and smile, leaving a sloppy kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m the luckiest guy, y/n.” He slurred, the alcohol in his system still running rampant. You hummed, leaning back against the headrest and resting your eyes, though Steve knew you were still awake. “Because I get to be your boyfriend, I get to be the boyfriend of the prettiest person on the planet.” Your face got hot, maybe from his words or maybe from all you had drank. “Steve,”

“I’m serious, so fucking serious.” He gave you another kiss, this one long and suppressing groans from both of you. 

Robin had fully turned her attention to the two of you at that point, watching you like a soap opera with her mouth agape. “You’re kidding me, it just keeps going and going.” She rubbed her temple, squeezing her eyes shut. Eddie chuckled, barreling down the dark streets and glancing in his rear view just in time to see you slip your tongue into Steve’s mouth. He grimaced, trying to shake the image out of his head. 

“Remind me to never let them drink together. I can’t deal with all the mush.” Robin looked at Eddie, her face twisting up with confusion. “Mush, you know, like the lovey-dovey romance novel shit.” She nodded, pulling a knee to her chest and resting her chin atop it. 

Eddie and Robin began singing along to the radio, ignoring what was going on just behind them. They grew so distracted that they didn’t even notice that the two of you had fallen asleep. Your head returned to his shoulder with his on top, drool from your mouth running down his shirt. You’d jerk around at turns, but you or Steve would wake up just enough to fix the other’s limp body back into place. And even with Eddie’s loud music and even louder performance accompanied by Robin, both of you slept rather peacefully. 

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[msookyspooky]

Spooky!!!!! Can you plz share your thoughts on Neve Campbell returning to scream? 👀

(Sorry if you've answered this already!)

Ps I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE ur series so much - ur writing is SOOOO good 🥹 The last chapter tore out my HEART but has me kicking my feet GIGGLING at the same time - I genuinely wish u the absolute best bc you are AMAZING 💗

OMG THANK YOU!! I appreciate that especially since I was lowkey a bit weary of even adding Billy and YN at the end but damn we're 4 books in this has to happen eventually 😭🥴 I swear that the latest chapter is actually done (Just proofreading) but the plot is so heavy so damn 'wtf' that I'm writing the next chapter because I wanna make sure this pieces together smoothly cause there is no going back afterwards. So I swear I ain't dragging my feet TOO much 😅 But I'm giddy and nervous to post bc omg I don't think yall are ready 😗🤭

That is...just complicated. I love the idea of Sidney returning but not for this movie simply because of how they handled Melissa. Idc what side of the aisle you're on firing someone for speaking their mind on their Insta instead of being a meek media darling will always rub me the wrong way.

ANNNNDDD these Producers and Executives have lowkey butchered Scream in so many ways since Wes Craven passed and the fact that they made Sidney have less screen time in 5 not only for ageism in my humble opinion and money hungry greed to replace her with younger actresses no one asked for (Sorry I was all pissed they killed Dewey just to replace him with Chad even if I love Chad and got rid of Neve for the sake of 'new chapter' bs with a Billy's daughter trope if they were gonna do that they should've went with Scream 4's original plot IMO OR Sidney's daughters and Mark etc)

THEN by 6 we got very use to them and Sam became a beloved character that we could live with her and Tara being the new final girls just to shitcan them (Jenna walked from what I remember good for her) over an opinion that wasn't stated rudely or anything just talking about the kids involved in this war and they treat her as badly as they did Neve cutting Neve's pay and tossing her aside just for Neve to agree to come back???

Man, I'm sorry I am not a Neve lover nor hater but my pride could never. Guess that's why I'm not in Hollywood or loaded bc I would NEVER sign onto a movie that publicly humiliated me by basically saying I'm not worth the pay, then treating a younger co-star so poorly, then signing back on because they paid me what I should've probably gotten paid in the first place. My Manager and PR team could bite me...Probably why I'm a struggling artist instead lol

I do not hate Neve for this choice because ik money is money but it's disappointing.

And honestly? I have BEEN vocal how Scream 5 is by far my least favorite and they suckered us in with nostalgia and Scream 6 was GREAT except for the ending with the killers being so...Wattpad to be blunt coming from a wattpad fanfic writer. Hate or love Jill Roberts but she was a great Ghostface and it's so OBVIOUS what movies Craven worked on versus not. The killers in 6 COULD have been great too had it not been for them related to Richie (Who is my least favorite GF by far) and how fanfiction both latest installments feel with reveals. Scream 3 did too but Scream 3 purposely did not take itself seriously while 5 and 6 did except for Mindy as comic relief.

Of course this is my opinion and thank you for asking I'm honored you wanna hear my rinky dink opinion but I am not looking forward to 7. Scream 6 may not be my favorite but it is top 3 for me up until the reveal and Sam letting go of the mask and choosing a path to the future feels like the perfect ending! Franchise is done! Move on!

These movies are not like Friday the 13th of TCM with new victims these are stories tying in the victims and making 7 with the political climate rn and how they got rid of THE TWO NEW FINAL GIRLS just to beg Sidney to make a comback while probably having the safest most generic plot with how many changes they probably had to make after the characters were gotten rid of.

I'm just not hyped for Scream 7 and probably won't watch it. Ya know, all good things have to come to an end. Even this fic in time has to end. And I think the execs bit off more than they can chew and are backpedaling instead of doing the reasonable thing and canceling and I hate that Neve and some writers etc are on board still

And let's be real; Scream is getting less believable with tech. 96? Yeah, I could see it! 2000's? Sure! But 2020 onward? With smartphones and smarthomes and ringdoorbells and dna collected its time to say good bye to something that has to move on! Scream 6 did a descent job with the multiple GF and Scream 4 despite me not liking it they did it best as far as preparing future Scream for the murders. Not to get away with it but to be caught and sell the footage. They SERIOUSLY could've ended at 4 and I would accept it :/

But whatever, they're still decent movies but 7 is just one I have no interest in truly watching. For me personally but thank you for asking and listening to me rant and hopefully if you want cheesy overdone meta tropes my fic will do the trick rather than the movies 😅🤞🖤

[lady-lauren]

lauren hello! u can call me benz/bean/stink, and im a longtime fan of ur work on ao3!!! and haha i have been slowly climbing my way out of lurker status on both these websites/returning to tumblr 👉🏼👈🏼

but ya, i finally came across ur blog today and reading all the entries for your lil valentines op matchup had me giggling kicking my feet blushing heAD OVER HEELS!!!!!!!! everyone is just teeeew cute!!!

so ofc i had to get my shit into gear and send an ask while i could!!!

unsurprisingly, its a lot of rambling and gushing so ehe i highlighted the quickest answers for ur convenience ahaha ty and hope uve been having fun with all the matchmaking!!

im a queer nb femme and gender isnt a deciding factor for me! ill love on any of odas darlings 🥰

libra sun - scorp venus - sag mars - and a billion virgo placements lol

i find this all manifests as me being a huuuge flirt, a lil dangerously magnetic at times, but for better or for worse, i never get serious unless i know that we will be each others everything - im holding out for a mutual obsession typa love (but the earth placements in me needs that obsession to be on the dl for the both of us! pookie bear and i need to have lives and loves outside of just each other!)

as for other personality traits: i love being the hypeman for my friends, i feel fulfilled when i can support them in their ups and downs, im a ride or die and live to validate my friends experiences!!!! fairly rational and level headed, but ahaha also a delusional and self sabotaging mess, but hey thats what makes life fun

love languages def quality time and physical touch - i love cuddling, fiddling with their hands and hair, doing fun things together! (i do also value solo time tho - vvv important)

i love love looooove singing and dancing - it could be at a club, a karaoke room, the car, my friends couch, anywhere! i love it love it love it - and aside from that, a second hobby ill share with u is that i enjoy photography! i love taking snaps of small things that make me smile, polaroids of my friends during their big moments, film photos of loved ones and the softness they exude when they feel safe and cared for

ehe that was a lot so ill leave it at there ehehehe

im def open to any hotter takes u may have 🤭 but otherwise ya! thats my entry, and even if u dont end up getting thru them all, how fun it iset urself get excited about a potential cutie!! and to share what you think makes you You!

aside from that, i look forward to being a nonlurking fan of what u create share curate here on tumblr!!!

with gratitude, happy early love day!

ur longwinded fan, benz aka bean aka stink 💕✨

First, welcome out of lurker status, I'm glad you came to join in my little fun 🥰

and, most importantly, I'm here to give you your mutual obsession love: Buggy.

Let me preface this with: I fucking love Buggy (I would die protecting him) and I have been WAITING for the perfect match up for him, and darlin' you're it.

Buggy would fall into your orbit immediately. The moment you first throw out your magnetic flirting, the man is toast– he's buttered up with obsession and you will be his absolute everything. He will look at you like you hung the fucking moon in the sky and that you make the birds sing and that you make his heart keep beating in his chest.

It's wonderful that you're a hype man, because believe it or not, that's really what Buggy needs. He is constantly failing upwards and it scares him. He doesn't think he deserves any notoriety–he doesn't think he deserves love at all. You would be the light he looks to for encouragement. If he can have you, maybe he does deserve to have it all, right?

He is also going to need your rational outlook because while you have a little delulu, he has a lotta delulu. He, too, is a self-sabotaging mess, but I am a firm believer that sometimes two messes can come together and somehow keep each other sane and whole.

Physical touch is also Buggy's love language. He will always want to be holding hands, fiddling with your fingers, and for the love of all things holy PLEASE play with his hair. He would let you braid it, string it into pig tails to fit in his hat, or even just let you rake your fingers through it at night in bed. He loves that shit. Put flowers in it, too.

Buggy likes to be the center of attention, but even more so he would love to watch you be the center of attention. He would love to watch you do karaoke, dance, and have a wonderful time. And, even better, as a little attention whore himself, he would love to the subject of your photography. He will literally get into any pose you ask him, (especially if he's naked). And if you show him photos you take candidly, of him being warm and soft and just enjoying life, he might literally burst into pieces of happiness.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 481, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1202

“Sweetheart?” Peter asked me as the entire family was investing in a giant snuggle fest in the master bedroom.

“Yes, my love?” I hummed, deep into a half awake, half asleep state of mind.

“What do you think about Baby Tommy getting a big boy bedroom?” he asked me in a deep rumble, on his side with little girl pressed into his chest as she napped. “We will need to have the nursery ready for Baby Violet Marie when she’s born.”

“My love, I don’t mind letting Baby Violet Marie sleep in our room with us for a little while!” I protested, blessing Isabelle’s brow with my lips.

“Sweetheart, Baby Tommy is two years old,” he pointed out in a dry voice. “You cannot coddle him forever. He will need to grow up at some point or another.”

“I know that my love!” I burst out as tears began to well up in my eyes. “I just hate watching as my babies grow up.”

“I hate watching as our babies grow up too,” he confessed, welcoming Katie in as she rolled over into him. “But it’s the circle of life. People grow old, they die. Simple as that.”

“But I don’t like that…” I whined, pouting as he sat up with a chuckle.

“I understand,” he smiled before asking me if I wanted him to heat up some leftovers for lunch. He got his answer in the sound of a rumbly in my tumbly. “Alright, alright, alright- hang tight now, my woman!”

~xoXox~

I giggled as I waddled back into the master bedroom from the bathroom, one hand pressed up against my lower back and my other hand cupping Baby Violet Marie as she practiced her martial arts by using my insides as a punching bag.

KICK PUNCH KICK PUNCH KICK PUNCH KICK PUNCH

“Hopefully, you won’t be a ten month baby like your Uncle Gideon, Baby Violet Marie!” I clucked as I followed the sounds of glee and love. I stood out on the balcony and saw the kids were currently playing a sweet game of football- Elizabeth and Baby Tommy verses Katie and little girl.

Little girl let out a savage scream before headbutting Baby Tommy and plowing right into him. Peter burst into uproarishly loud laughter as the girls checked in on their little brother.

Little girl seized the football ad took off running with it, shrieking with sweet baby giggles as she ran all over the backyard. I smiled as I watched Elizabeth help Baby Tommy up onto his feet and the two year old little man went streaking after little girl before knocking into her and pinning her down with a cackle.

“Go little girl, go Baby Tommy!” I cheered from the balcony, giggling at the mayhem that was happening down below me.

“Sweetheart, do you need help coming back down again?” Peter called out, craning his head to smile up at me.

“I think I can come down the stairs on my own!” I called out as I waddled my way out into the hallway. I had taken only four steps down the staircase when Peter appeared at the bottom, nonverbally telling me that he would catch me if I should fall.

“I’m not going to fall, my love!” I protested with a huff as I carefully made my way down the stairs.

“IF you fall sweetheart, I’ll catch you.” he feasted his smoldering hazel blue eyes upon me. “Every time.”“Lyubov' moya, ty pytayesh'sya trakhnut' menya glazami?” I asked him with an arched eyebrow.

“Sweetheart, your pregnancy has been extremely stressful and potentially hazardous on you,” he reminded me in a gentle voice. “That plus you already gave birth to little girl on the toilet, need I remind you?”

“You never let me forget about that traumatizing moment!” I squawked, needing to pause for a minute to stop the room from spinning. “Why do you and everyone else keep bringing that up?”

“Because it just shows how amazing and brave you are,” he told me with a chuckle, taking my soulmarked hands into his tattooed hand and lifting them up to press sweet kisses to my fingers and heel and knuckles.

“My love, I love that you love celebrating all of my wonderful attributes,” I validated him, finally allowing him to lift me up and carry me into the backyard, where the two of us were met with the kids playing a silly game of chicken, the odds once more Elizabeth and Baby Tommy verses Katie and little girl. “Oh my good sweet goodness- be careful!”

“Yes mommy!” Katie answered me, her hands grasping the happily bubbling three year old by her knees as she moved carefully to keep the child on her shoulders.

“Do not knock the babies off from your shoulders!” Peter ordered as he settled me onto an outdoor chair.

“That’s not on the plan for today, daddy!” Elziabeth called out, Baby Tommy letting out a screech when little girl grabbed a bright green headband from his head.

“YAY YAY!” she whooped joyfully as the girls let the babies down from their shoulders, the four of them looping back over to recongregate with us parents. “YAY YAY!”

“Yay yay!” I cheered with her, laughing as she threw herself into my arms, still brandishing the headband much like a decapitated head war trophy. “Oh my goodness, little girl!”

“We decided that instead of allowing the babies to knock each other off from our shoulders, that they could remove the headbands from each other’s heads,” Katie explained as she collapsed onto the ground. “I’m tired!”“I bet you’re tired!” I told her, humming as she rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. “Mo stór, can you please stay awake until bedtime tonight? I do not want to have you get your days and nights mixed up!”

“Yes mommy,” she meeped, sitting back up again and curling her knees underneath her chin. “Sorry mommy.”

Lyubov' moya ty pytayesh'sya trakhnut' menya glazami, my love, you're trying to fuck me with your eyes, Russian

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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[bee-snail]

If you don't mind me having one ask for you concerning the couple question ask thing. It's about Ziti and Demanitus.

#11. What good do they bring out in each other?

#24. How did they fall for each other?

#25. Who said I love you first?

And for kicks and giggles.

#7 What is their most and least favorite thing about each other? For Hector and Ziti

I spent a looooong time sitting on this ask but it's undoubtedly one of my favorite asks I've ever gotten, so ty!! Will be answering them out of order though. Also am basing this off of my own HCs !!

24. HAAAHAHHA. To explain it in the simplest, funniest way: Demanitus was going off about science in his arrogant, know-it-all way (it's Demanitus, what were y'all expecting lmao) and then suddenly a voice comes out of the crowd like "lol, you're so stupid, you can't do a [proceeds to audibly correct him in fromt of everyone, detailing how and why he's wrong and how his theory can be fixed instead]". Everyone is flabbergasted and then Demanitus goes "no one has ever corrected me before ... that's kinda hot." To which she replies with "I know ✨". There's an awkward pause and then he goes "do you wanna go out with m—" "yes."

They are nerds.

25. If you mean audibly, then it was Demanitus. If you mean saying "I love you" through actions, then Ziti did it, winning by a landslide.

11. I believe they used to make pretty much everything a competition (and Ziti is a sore, sore loser). They brought out the best in eachother through the desire to do better than the other, just so they can be proud of them once they achieve something they couldn't before. It was lovely while it lasted ...

They were each other's anchors, so that they could fly off and not get lost in the wind. Very neat, I say.

Ziti made Demanitus enjoy the little moments. Cuddling together in lazy mornings; feet meeting under the table during studies; reading together during a rainy afternoon.

Demanitus made Ziti strive for more. Knowing what things are, going to places, figuring things out, making stuff and doing it well. He made her excited to learn more and do more and it was so so cool.

It's genuinely a shame they didn't work out. They were such a good couple, once upon a time ...

07. WHAT A QUESTION !!

Hector loves how much of a NERD SHE IS FR he just sits there with the dumbest smile while she goes off about mathematical equations to explain the use of magic even if he doesn't understand a single thing of what she's saying. He also really appreciates how she always keeps her word, especially considering her reputation was of a deceiving she-demon, hahehehe.

He does however hate how she never, and I mean never shows her colors easily. She is genuinely one of the nicest people he knows but she refuses to just act like it in front of some people, instead making herself look suspiciously like the villain everyone believes her to be, therefore earning their distrust. It's infuriating !!! Just let them see you, woman !!!

Ziti loves how loyal he is. The moment he latches onto you then he will stick by you forever and ever unless you do some MASSIVE fuck-up and lose his trust (read: Edmund). She appreciates how he'll always face problems head-on instead of beating around the bush like someone used to do...

But she hates how stubborn he is. The moment he gets an idea in his head he will stand by it and will not change his mind unless he is explicitly and undoubtedly proven wrong, or if it explodes in his face. She hates that !!!!!! Just listen to her !!!!!!!

He also secretely loves and hates how much of a sore loser she is. Winning against her in anything is extremely satisfying everytime, but there's a reason why she's been banned from game night. He's just immune to it because he's packed with damage resistance, HAH.

[nonbinary-protogen]

Special weapon

Characters: Nova, Sun, Moon

Cw: tying, pinning, double team, aftercare, a very ticklish animatronic getting wrecked

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Nova! Give me my hat back!"

The nighttime attendant, Moon, was chasing the celestial explosion animatronic, Nova.

"No! Its mine now!" Nova shouted as he jumped and grabbed onto suns legs.

Sun shrieked, having no idea what's going on.

"Ah! What are you two doing?"

"Nova wont give me my hat back"

"Because you said you'd get me a hat 2 MONTHS AGO"

Moon sighed while listening to Nova's constant complaining. He can get like this when he's angry or upset. While Nova was rambling, he didn't quite notice Moon taking off his shoes. Moon would've giggled when he saw Nova having the same paw-like sensory padding that he and sun had.

The sensory padding was for holding kids easier, for overwhelmed kids, so Nova wouldn't step on anyone's fingers, and just in case the child-like animatronic got bored or overwhelmed himself. However, these lil pads have a downside, they're extremely sensitive on Nova's feet because stepping on fingers is a lawsuit waiting to happen. Making them also extremely ticklish. Moon learned that both from sunny and the hard way, by saying he's not ticklish. The cherry on top was that Nova was already unbearably ticklish, so that would pump up the ticklishness on the feet padding a LOT more.

Moon grabbed Nova's ankles

"HEY hey Moon w-what're you doing!? Y-you know my pads are extremely sensitive!"

"Oh nothing, i just wanna use my special weapon~" Moon teased as he ghosted his claws over Nova's pads.

Nova gasped and started giggling and trying to kick.

"Mohohohoon nohoho"

"Whaaat, im not even touching 'em~"

While Nova was distacted, Sun got off the rope and tied Nova's hands. Sun placed a hand on Nova's tummy.

"Relax~ we're not going to tickle you yet~"

"EEP! Nohohohoho guys..."

Nova made a very bad mistake, not only stealing Moon's hat when he's in a ler mood but also grabbing onto sun when he's in a ler mood. Nova tried freeing his hands before Moon said something.

"If you try and break free Sun will just have to pin you while he goes for one of your worst spots yet~ your neck. "

"I think Nova here just did this for the tickles, he seems very excited~"

"Oh Nova, you could've just asked, I was gonna tickle sunny over here anyways~"

"Wait what."

Moon didn't answer and started tracing the pads while Nova was already giggling wildly.

"Mohohohoon cuhuhuhut it ohohohohout!"

"I don't think i will~"

Moon dug his claws into Nova's pads causing him to shriek and break into hysterical laughter.

"NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAOO! IHIHIHI- NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!"

"Hehehe, what's wrong~ you ticklish there?~"

Sun started poking at Nova's tummy, pretending to count the stars.

"One....two....three- oops i lost count~"

"WAHAIT NO! OHOHOOHOHOOO EHEHEHEHEHHEHEE!"

Moon scritched Nova's lil feet while Sun poked at his belly. Poor Nova would've been out of breath if he had lungs, and all he could do is squirm and beg for mercy.

This felt like an eternity for Nova, when really it was only a few minutes.

But then, the lights of the pizzaplex went out, making Nova's virus activate. They stopped tickling.

"Good thing we have him tied up, or else he would've tried to snap someone's neck"

"Mhm-"

Nova swung backwards and kicked moon while he untied himself.

"You just had to open your mouth sun-"

While he rolled over to get up, Sun jumped ontop of him, pinning him to the floor.

"You may not be Nova now...but you're in Nova's body, and Nova's extremely ticklish~"

Nova jumped and squirmed trying to get away. Sun reached and started gently tickling his neck and tummy. He giggled, though, it sounded like if Nova's voice box was waterboarded, on fire, and beat up all at once, distorted basically.

"Ehehehehehehehahahahahaa!"

"Your voice may sound like you're in a broken 1900's tv but your giggles are still so cute"

The virus didn't say anything, just giggled. Gosh it tickled so badly and he just wanted to burst into hysterics. Moon got up and started tickling the pads again.

"I may have fallen, but i have not fallen forever!"

"Khkhkhkhehehehehe! S-stop it!"

He's still trying so hard not to burst out into laughter, though he failed when Sun traced his claws all over his tummy and neck.

"Kkkkkkkkkk NYAHAHAHAHAHAA EHEHEHEHEE! IHIHIHIHIHIT THIHIHIHIHICKLES!"

"We know it does~ that's why you're laughing~"

Sun lowered his head to Nova's belly as Moon stopped his tickle attack.

"Nohohoho plehehehehease, n-no raspberries please"

"Ohoho, but your giggles make it veeeery tempting~"

Without warning, Sun pressed his faceplate on Nova's tummy before blowing a raspberry on it.

"EHEHEHEHEHEHEE! S-STAHAHAP- HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Hey, maybe i should join"

Moon crawled over to Nova.

'Oh gosh it HAD to be my neck.....i thought i was gonna snap someone's neck but instead im getting tickled......there goes my fair share of the night hours' Nova thought in in his head, not being prepared for what's gonna come next.

Moon nuzzled into Nova's neck, inhaling. Nova finally realized, but it was too late they already raspberried his belly and neck.

"OHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOSH! IHIHIHIHIHIT THIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

In the middle of the attack, the lights of the pizzaplex came back on, letting the actual child-like animatronic take over. Both daycare attendants had'nt noticed it. Nova was hit with an extremely ticklish feeling on his neck and tummy.

"WAHAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAHAHAIT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA NYOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!"

They both stopped, well, not entirely. Sun kept softly tracing patterns on Nova's tummy, keeping him giggling.

"Now, where's Moon's hat?"

"Ehehehehee! Um, ihihi dropped ihihihit sohohohomewhere"

Sun pulled Nova into a hug as moon went to go get his hat.

"Have we tickled you too much?"

"What's yohohour definition of too much?"

"Ok then yes"

Sun was petting Nova on the head to calm him down. Moon came over and joined the group hug.

[hockeyisit]

Summary: Elsa skates for the first time.

A.N: Hi This was a request from @wickedxdreams​. I hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry if its not what you wanted. I wanted to focus on Elsa but there's also three other kids I had to include lol. Also sorry it’s so short! 

P.S. Idk if anyone realized but all of the kids have talent when it comes to sports. We know from previous stories that Noah become’s a professional hockey player and Kai a professional baseball player. Brody, something to do with figure skating :)

Word Count: 683

Masterlist

“Papa,” Elsa called out from where she was sitting in Auston’s spot in the locker room. Auston had requested skating time at the practice arena for the kids and I to come and have an hour to skate.

“Yes?” Auston asked, glancing up from where he was tying his own skates.

“Can you tie my skates please?”

This was going to be Elsa’s first time on the ice and I was holding my breath with worry over the whole situation.

“Papa we’re ready,” Noah said standing next to Kai and Brody. The three were all pretty good skaters.

“Have Mom take you guys out while I get Elsa settled,” Auston answered. I shot him an annoyed look not liking the idea of leaving Elsa. Seeing as she was actually safer skating with Auston then me I pushed the boys out towards the ice.

“No rough housing,” I warned them as the four of us stepped onto the ice. Noah immediately shoved Kai before quickly skating away.

“Boys,” I called out concerned. Kai took off after Noah letting out a loud laugh, Brody quickly followed behind.

“Can you say hi to Mama?” I heard Auston say from behind me. I let out a smile as Auston stepped onto the ice and helped Elsa on as well. She looked adorable in her shin pads and helmet holding onto Auston’s arms tightly.

“Hi Mama!” She squealed when her feet hit the ice. She started falling but Auston’s strong arms kept her up.

“Slippery,” she said, causing him to let out a soft laugh.

“Yes very, which is why we have to be careful. Right Els?”

“Yes Papa.”

“Good now, remember what I told you in the locker room?” He asked her softly, pulling her along with him over towards me.

“Right foot left foot,” she grinned happily.

“Good!” He responded encouragingly. She lost her footing again and Auston was quick to catch her and pull her up so that she wasn’t on the ice anymore.

“Woah! Els look at you flying around the ice,” he said loudly causing her to let out giggles as she gently kicked her legs. I felt myself get nervous as the blades were so close to Auston. He set her back down before my nerves could grow anymore.

“Alright Elsa, I want you to put your weight on your feet and stay standing,” he said, guiding her into the correct position. I glanced away from the two of them to look at the three boys still chasing each other around the net.

“Mama,” Brody said, skating up to me excitedly.

“What’s up baby?” I asked softly.

“Look at me spin,” he said before doing an almost perfect spin. My eyes widened in surprise not knowing he could do that.

“I learned at hockey practice when we shared ice with Tess.”

He was referring to when his hockey team practiced on one side of the ice and the figure skaters practiced on the other side.

“Wow, that's really really cool. Have you learned anything else?” I asked. He nodded excitedly before showing me a little jump trick.

“Tess says I’m a fast learner.”

“I’m sure that's true sweetie. Do you like learning that kind of stuff?” I asked, almost slightly nervous. Auston and I never wanted to force our own hopes and dreams on the kids and if there was something they wanted to try we always supported it.

“Yes!” he shouted happily.

“Would you want me to sign you up for some figure skating lessons?”

“Okay,” he said before turning around and skating back over to his brothers.

“What was that?” Auston asked, glancing up from Elsa.

“What? He seems to like learning tricks maybe he'll like it or maybe he won't. Now he can decide though,” I said, reaching out to brush my finger over his arm.

“Papa look at me,” Elsa said, pushing herself forward on the wall they were standing near.

“You're getting the hang of it sweetie.”

Three weeks later we took Brody to his first figure skating class together. He immediately fell in love with it.

[earlgreydream]

mischief.

| marauders x reader | fluff | smut |

anon requested. they’re all flirty and touchy with one another? like its mutual pining, smutty, dom!reader

“Wake up!” Sirius whispered in your ear. 

You startled out of your sleep, and he put his hand over your mouth before you could scream.

“It’s just Pads, bunny. But c’mon, we gotta go,” he slowly took his hand away, trusting you to be quiet enough not to wake your roommate. Sirius put a sweater in your hands and you slipped leggings up your legs, pushing your feet into shoes. 

You silently slipped from the dorm and ran after your friend, your fingers laced in his. You blinked sleep away as Sirius dragged you through the halls to where Remus and James were waiting near the dungeons. 

“What are we doing?” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. 

“We’re finally getting revenge on Severus for fucking up your charms project,” James answered fiercely.

“So you dragged me out of bed at two in the morning?” You asked in disbelief.

“We’re going to make it worth your while,” Remus promised, kissing the back of your neck. You smiled before turning to the door.

“How are we getting into the slytherin dorms?” You questioned, staring at the painting. Sirius winked, and it swung open, revealing a boy with gorgeous stormy eyes and black curls, a smaller copy of your best friend. 

“Thank you, Regulus,” Sirius ruffled his curls before stepping into the chilly common room. 

“You owe me.”

“Thanks, Reg,” you kissed his cheek, earning a smile from the shy, brooding Black brother. Sirius shot him a jealous look, one that mirrored the expression of the other two. You giggled, rushing them along. 

You found Severus’ dorm, slipping inside in the dark. James went to the chest, opening it silently and waving his wand, murmuring a spell. Every article of clothing turned baby pink with ruffles and bows, and you all had to bite back laughter. 

The boys waved you out, lingering by the door. You hesitated, grabbing his potions essay off of the desk. They all looked at you in surprise, you typically weren’t the one to go farther than just a little prank. You flipped off Severus’ sleeping form, still not forgiving him for ruining your charms project the week before. 

“Are you mad?” Remus hissed as you walked to the common room. 

“Quite,” you shot him a look. 

“Thank you. Do as you wish with this,” you said to Regulus, putting the potions essay in his hands. The younger boy grinned, and Sirius’ gaze softened. 

James and Remus took your hands, running through dark corridors with you, Sirius trailing close behind. You expected to be taken back to bed, but the boys decided not to try to break you back in. They brought you to their own dorm, and you grinned mischievously. 

“Thank you.”

“Always, bunny,” James smiled, kneeling down in front of where you sat on the end of his bed. He slipped your shoes off of your feet, lightly squeezing your ankles. 

You were buzzing with adrenaline, and you stared down at James, your mind wandering to how sexy he looked down on his knees in front of you. Sirius and Remus both recognized the look on your face, both of them sensing the energy shift in the room. 

The four of you were exceptionally close, flirty and touchy. The lines of your friendship blurred to be more than platonic. The adrenaline and excitement fueled arousal, and the innocent night of mischief was quickly evolving into something more. 

James’ hazel eyes gazed up at you, and he sat back on his heels as your fingers traced over the curves of your face. Your fingers pulled him up by his tie, and you pushed your lips against his. Your other hand carded into his hair, deepening the kiss as your tongue slipped into his mouth, dominating his. James moaned against your lips, and Sirius muttered a profanity, shrugging his shirt from his body and kicking his jeans aside. 

James panted when you broke the kiss, and Remus pulled your sweater over your head. James hooked two of his fingers into the front of your t-shirt, pulling the neckline down so he could kiss the soft skin of your chest.

You sighed quietly and set his glasses aside, running your fingers through his dark waves as his tongue lapped over your nipple. 

“Isn’t bunny pretty?” Sirius asked James, pulling your hair out of the way and tying it up before kissing along your shoulder and neck. 

“Yes, so pretty,” James mumbled against your skin. Remus smiled proudly at the submissive boy, encouraging him to make you feel good. You leaned against Sirius, your eyes rolling back at the way James touched you. 

“I want to fuck my beautiful boys,” you breathed against Sirius’ lips. Your tongues slid together, his long, beautiful hand wrapping around your throat. Silver rings left faint indentations on your skin, and he filled your senses. 

“Let off of her, Prongs. We want to see bunny without her clothes on, yeah?” Remus gently pried James from your chest. He whimpered and you smiled down at him, praising him for being good. 

You let Sirius slide your t shirt off, exposing your torso to the marauders. You lifted your hips so James could pry your leggings and thong off, and Sirius hauled you onto the mattress. 

You pushed him down onto his back once he was stripped, allowing the other two boys to entertain themselves. Your fingers slid up his chest, muscular from years of quidditch practices, admiring his tanned body. 

“Please, let me get inside of you, bunny. I want to feel your tight walls squeeze around me,” he asked softly, stormy eyes shining up at you, letting you take control. 

You absolutely couldn’t deny your gorgeous, sweet boy, and you slowly sank down on his cock, letting him pierce you. His hands went to your hips to help guide you, though your hand that went around his neck reminded him that you were in charge. 

“Fuck, bunny, you feel amazing,” he swore as you seated yourself with him buried as deep as possible in your pussy. A quiet gasp was the only response you could manage for several moments, overwhelmed by just the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Help me ride you, Pads,” you hummed, rolling your hips as he took some of the effort. 

James whined in need, and you pulled him over to you, kissing him roughly and wrapping your arms around his neck as you bounced on Sirius’ cock. When he snapped his hips up, you squeezed his throat and yelped into James’ mouth. 

“Gotta share, Jamesie,” Remus scolded James.

Before you could process his words, his mouth was on yours, replacing where James had previously been. James leaned down to reattach himself to your chest, Remus swallowing your loud moans as the boys stimulated you everywhere. 

James shrieked, biting you lightly as Remus sheathed himself inside of the boy, taking him from behind as he continued to passionately kiss you. 

“James!” Sirius slapped his thigh, pushing his face away from you and down to the bed. The brunette’s back arched as Remus roughly drove into him. Sirius sat up, letting you lean against his chest as you grew unable to maintain your balance, overwhelmed by the pleasure and stimulation. 

“You’re doing so well, bunny. Our gorgeous girl, letting us kiss you everywhere and fill you up,” Remus praised as Sirius softly kissed you, licking over the bruised lips that were swollen from Remus and James. 

“Sirius, fuck, I’m so close,” you breathed, and James moved, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit as Sirius bounced you up and down on his lap. You tightened around him so intensely that he struggled to thrust into you, snapping and falling apart as James’ help sent you tumbling into your orgasm. 

You came with a scream, everyone following behind in close succession, pleasure radiating around your small group. 

“I’ve got you,” Sirius breathed, holding you tightly as the mixture of your release leaked out of you, smearing across your thighs. You clung to him, the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm making you twitch in his arms. 

Remus cleaned him and James up beside you, and you barely heard him ask Sirius to let him help the two of you. You squeaked as Sirius moved, and he hushed you with gentle kisses to your cheek.

“We gotta clean up, bunny. Then you can snuggle between us,” Sirius promised. 

Although you’d been dominating during the sex, now you just wanted to cling to Sirius and let him care for you. You weren’t keen on the idea of him removing himself from you, but he gently laid you back and slipped out. 

“Just let Moony clean you up a bit,” James brushed hair from your face, smiling sweetly at you. You nodded blearily, parting your legs to allow Remus to care for you. You winced at the contact, taking a moment to relax. 

Sirius dressed you in a quidditch sweater, snuggling you between him and James in the large bed, Remus lying on James’ other side. Your head rested on Sirius’ chest, and he played with your hair until you fell asleep. 

“Wake up, gorgeous,” Remus tried to rise you, and you covered your face with your arm, enjoying your sleep.

“Come on, I’ve got some tea ready for you,” James tried, failing. 

“If you get up, you get to see Severus in those pink frilly trousers!” Sirius reminded. 

That got you up. 

Sirius swatted you backside before you could pull on a clean uniform that was in his chest. You often spent the night in their dorm, and now, you were prepared. 

“Sirius rough you up?” Remus laughed as he watched you wince at first. 

“Sorry, bunny,” Sirius kissed your cheek, and you blushed, hiding behind the tea James had made for you. 

The four of you hurried to potions, and you giggled with delight as you saw Severus angrily trying to explain that he’d lost the essay to your professor, on top of why his uniforms had been... altered. 

“The bloke deserves it,” Regulus whispered, sitting down with you and Sirius. 

“Oh, absolutely,” you giggled, bending over your cauldron so you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. 

[troubatrain]

good for you - t. jost (part two)

a/n: apparently the only things i can finish are smut which is honestly on brand for me. this part is a bit of filler but to be fair this entire fic is smut with barely a plot so i meannnn but anyways, let me know how you guys like it :)

big shoutout to @hookingminor because nothing gets posted around here without ilyana fr fr

part one

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

So you fucked?

Mat was confused, posted up in his hotel room in Philly trying to navigate the bits of information he’d been getting out of you. You’d barely spoken to him all week, your classes were already killing you and you’d been missing the nightly Facetimes you promised when you moved. Mat thought there was another reason you were ignoring him, the evidence that you did the diry with Tyson was obvious. He was pretty sure you did, the mark on your neck wasn’t as hidden as you seemed to think it was, and you had a pep in your step that you only got after a good hook up.

“Yes Mat, we fucked,” You sigh, pressing your hands against the cool countertop and staring at Mat through your laptop screen, “This is your fault.”

“Oh it’s my fault two consenting adults had sex? Did he stay over?” Mat asks, trying to grab onto as many details as he could.

“No I kicked him out after a second round in the shower,” You admit, covering your eyes so you wouldn’t see the shit eating grin on your best friend’s face, “I kind of want to do it again.”

“Three’s the limit,” Mat reminds you of the golden rule of hook ups. You both came to the conclusion one day, if you fucked someone more than three times, you had more feelings than you realized and it was time to run or let yourself get hurt. Mat seemed to do just fine with it, and most of the time so did you, but Tyson was tempting you.

“Oh my god, he’s calling me,” You panic, Tyson’s contact flashing across your screen. Mat went to open his mouth, some sort of roast about how nervous you were would probably have followed if you hadn’t hung up on him. You waited for one more ring, not wanting to seem too eager to answer his calls, “Hi?”

“Hey,” Tyson drags out his greeting, pacing around his own apartment trying to figure out what the hell he thought he was doing. He wanted to see you again, clothing optional if he was being honest with himself, he just needed you to know somehow that you weren’t just a booty call, “What are you doing?”

“Drowning in homework already,” You whine, rolling your eyes at the chaos around you. The city has been jackhammering outside your place since the day you moved in, stalling you every time you tried to do anything.

“Everything alright?” Tyson asks, his voice was laced with concern by the crashes coming from your end of the phone.

“Yeah, sorry they’ve been doing construction outside since I moved in,” You sigh, rubbing a hand over your forehead, “I really need to get these done-”

“Bring your stuff over here,” Tyson blurts out, grabbing onto the opportunity to see you. He could handle hanging out while you studied, you were sort of friends before, how hard could it be?

“You want to spend time with me while I study?” You question, genuinely curious about what kind of dude you’re fucking wants to do nothing while you actually get some studying done.

“Yes Y/N, I want to spend time with you,” Tyson chuckles, shaking his head at your shock. Of course you didn’t do that with anyone hooked up with, but you’d never hooked up with anyone you knew outside of the bedroom either. Keeping both of those worlds separate kept your heart safe, “C’mon, I’ll even buy you dinner.”

Okay fine, I’m on my way.

***

This was much harder than Tyson thought.

It was easy at first, you came over a little while later and Tyson thought he could control himself. You settled on dinner a few minutes ago, and that’s when things went south. It was the pout, the way you looked at when Tyson said he wasn’t in the mood for sushi. You batted your eyes at him, a small pout on your face and the words Tys please following. Tyson was a goner, calling up for sushi almost immediately while you smirked at him for giving in so easily.

Now, Tyson was just watching you, and not even in a way you wouldn’t notice. Your nose was tucked into your notes, it’d scrunch up every once in a while and Tyson assumed that meant you got to something you didn’t want to deal with. Your cardigan had fallen down your shoulder, leaving a spot where Tyson’s lips could have just landed easily. Your feet were across his lap, Tyson’s large hands on your legs while his thumb rubbed along the fabric of your leggings. His hand was creeping up slowly, your lip between your teeth while you watched him, “Don’t get distracted princess.”

“You’re making that a little hard,” You whine, just as Tyson’s finger slid under the waistband on your pants, “Tys-”

“No keep reading,” Tyson reminds you, humming when you let his hands slide your leggings off. His lips pressed softly against your hips, your eyes far more focused on Tyson’s head between your thighs, “I’ll stop if you can’t focus.”

“Don’t do that,” You sigh, feeling Tyson’s smirk against your skin. Tyson chuckled, a finger sliding your panties to the side.

“This wet already huh? Physics must really get you going,” Tyson teases, glancing up at the book in your hands. His breath was hot against your core, “Smart and pretty is a dangerous combination princess.”

“So I’ve been told,” You let out a gasp, Tyson’s tongue lapping at your pussy slowly. Your hand fell from your book, pulling at Tyson’s curls. His mouth unlatched from your core, forcing you to let out a whine, “Tys that’s not fair.”

“I told you keep reading, can’t have you failing on my watch,” Tyson laughs, laying his head on your hips. He had you in the palm of his fucking hand, every bone in your body was on fire and you hated every second of it. The way you were whining for Tyson to touch you was uncharted terrority, a craving you couldn’t satisfy and it was going to get you into trouble. You focused on your work, a small hum came from Tyson before his finger slid up your folds, “Good girl.”

Your eyes were fixated on the words in front of you, retaining as much as you could while Tyson’s fingers were teasing your entrance. He was moving slowly, loving the way your body reacted to his touch in a way he could have only dreamed. One finger slid in, curling against your g-spot and pulling a moan out of you, “Fuck, I’m almost done-”

“Finish pretty girl, go ahead,” Tyson pushes, smirking to himself at your reaction. His mouth moved to your core, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking on it. Your breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling while you finished the last paragraph before you were seeing stars. You tossed your book on Tyson’s coffee table, throwing your head back and grabbing his hair.

“Faster, Tys, please,” You beg, your hips lifting off the couch. Tyson slipped in another finger, tongue working against your core. He fingered you through your orgasm, fingers moving lazily in and out of

you when you finally came down, “Tyson, holy shit.”

Since when was Tyson this cocky? His smile was smug when you finally met his eyes, the same sparkle in his eye from the first time

you fucked. You pressed your lips to his, grinding your hips against him, “Your turn.”

Tyson’s eyebrows raised, a wave of shock over his face while you lowered yourself off the couch. You weren’t going to let Tyson just get off with a smile that smug. If Tyson wanted to play that game, you

needed to remind who he was playing it with. Your fingers slipped under his sweats, pulling down his boxers and letting his cock spring free. Tyson’s hand ran through your hair, a finger tracing your jawline while his thumb ran across your bottom lip, “You’re so fucking hot.”

“I’m aware,” You tease, licking the underside of his cock. You moved slowly, teasing him just as much he did to you. Tyson’s hands went to push your head down faster, so you pulled back with a smug smile that matched his, “No touching Tys.”

“C’mon, princess, that’s not fair,” Tyson’s hands flew back, a giggle falling through your lips at his whine. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, taking his length into your mouth until you couldn’t anymore. Tyson groans, his hands balling up into fists to keep himself from touching you, “Fuck, your mouth babe-”

The echo from Tyson’s doorbell bounced through his apartment, reminding you both of the food you were supposed to be waiting for. You pulled away, a smirk on your face, “I think you need to get that.”

“You did that on purpose,” Tyson groans, collecting himself enough to open the door for your food. You waited patiently, watching the way Tyson snapped back into the incredibly kind man you’d always known. If he thought you were dangerous, then he was absolutely lethal with the way he could speak to you as filthy as he did and smile as kindly as he does to others. He closed the door, watching back over to the couch where you were still sitting in just your panties and a tank top, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “Let’s get you fed babe, I’ve got plans for us.”

“Hm, how about you eat it off of me?”

“I swear Y/N, you’re never leaving this apartment.”

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt: Jiang Cheng “accidentally” kicked Jin Guangshan down the stairs of Koi Tower. JGY busted a lung in delight and derailed all his evil plans, essentially stopping him from going evil. Madam Jin looks at him as if he was an angel of justice. Lan Xichen pulled a muscle trying to stop himself from laughing. Nie Mingjue went and asked him in marriage. NHS looks suspiciously delighted by the turn of events and only Jiang Cheng knows why. Ty!!!

“We could do it,” Nie Huaisang whispered in Jiang Cheng’s ear.

Jiang Cheng ignored him. They couldn’t, no matter how vile Jin Guangshan was, no matter how grasping for power, no matter how he’d looked at Jiang Yanli even though she was his future daughter-in-law – the political ramifications would be too great.

No matter how tempting.

“No, really, we can. Remember the time Master Lan hit me with the scroll…? Like that.”

No. They couldn’t. It would be –

“After the way he’s been talking about Wei-xiong all this time, it seems like the least we could do.”

…fine.

“How dare you!” Jiang Cheng abruptly shouted, turning and shoving Nie Huaisang. “You little brat! You little –”

“I’m sorry!” Nie Huaisang said, fleeing. “I didn’t think you’d be so offended, Sect Leader Jiang –”

“Offended! I’ll show you offended…!”

He threw himself forward, pretending that he meant to kick Nie Huaisang; Nie Huaisang dropped to the ground at just the right moment, and so the kick flew over his head, Jiang Cheng’s foot landing straight in the middle of Jin Guangshan’s chest just as he finished turning to see what was happening.

The force of it sent him flying backwards, which would normally be fine, something he’d be able to deal with, but he had just been standing at the head of the great staircase of Koi Tower and there was no safe place to land.

If he’d been even a little more inclined towards the martial arts, rather than devoting himself to dissolution, he would have still been able to catch himself, but as it was…

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Dead silence.

Of all people, it was the always calm and unflappable Jin Guangyao that broke first, letting out a snort and being forced to cover his mouth with his sleeves to try to prevent any further sound.

It was too late by then, of course; Nie Mingjue, who was afraid of nothing and no one, burst into full fledged laughter, coming deep from the belly, and it was so infectious and uncomplicatedly joyous a sound that everyone in the vicinity found themselves laughing along whether they found it funny or not.

Even Madame Jin’s lips were twitching so hard that Jiang Cheng briefly wondered if she was having a stroke; Jin Zixuan had buried his face into his wife’s shoulder to keep from disgracing the family, while Jiang Yanli wasn’t even pretending not to be giggling. The usually graceful Lan Xichen was clutching at his sides as if he’d abruptly developed a stitch and even the ever-expressionless Lan Wangji was actually smiling, his eyes curved into crescents, and he gave Jiang Cheng a friendly nod of approval for what might be the very first time in the entire time they’d known each other.

Jiang Cheng’s face was red from all the attention, and also maybe from laughter (thump, thump, thump, with some extra jingling sounds from all the gold Jin Guangshan was wearing), but he remembered his role in these proceedings and said, with great dignity, “Oops.”

That just set everyone off again.

“It was an accident,” he insisted, pretending like Nie Huaisang was not literally rolling on the floor laughing his head off. Just because some people had no shame didn’t mean he wasn’t conscious of his sect’s dignity, and of potential repercussions for what he’d just done on a mean impulse. “Really! I was aiming at Nie-gongzi –”

“Whatever he said to you, I’ll make it up,” Nie Mingjue wheezed. “Three times over. That was amazing.”

Jiang Cheng ducked his head. “Sect Leader Jin –”

“Should consider more exercise,” Nie Mingjue declared, his voice carrying all the way down to the foot of the stairs where Jin Guangshan, red-faced with fury, was being helped to his feet. “Or else shorter stairs. No, no, Sect Leader Jiang, this isn’t your fault at all; it’s clearly my brat of a younger brother’s – if anyone should be blamed, it’s him. Let my Nie sect answer for it.”

And that was tantamount to saying that no one would ever answer for it, what with the current tensions between the Nie and Jin sects – the Jin sect would never risk the loss of face that might happen if they asked for recompense and were rejected, or worse given something incredibly minor.

Jiang Cheng coughed into his hand. “Maybe we should all go back inside?”

As they went, he vaguely heard Jin Guangyao tell Nie Mingjue, “He’s going to want your head for that,” and Nie Mingjue say in return, “If he pressures you, tell me and I’ll kick him down the stairs again” and honestly, he really didn’t want to know.  

Besides, Nie Huaisang was tugging on his arm with a grin and saying, “I’m going to tell Wei-xiong what you did!”

“No you are not.”

“I definitely am!”

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Behave

Wanted to write for Eivor desperately bc I love her. Also ty to @mika-aris for being my cheerleader during this!!!

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Summary: You and Eivor have always had a flirtatious relationship, resulting in many close encounters. As a hunter, you go on trips to feed the settlement, recruiting warriors to come with you. When you offer to Eivor, she offers a counter of a trade. Private lessons to teach you how to fight, and in return she will give you company. What a shock she's in for when you show her you know damned well how to fight- and how to pin a big girl like her. Or. In which you pin Eivor in a spar match and she's Very horny about it.

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Valhalla

Relationship: Eivor/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Eivor is genderfluid and fem presenting atm, Eivor has a penis, Reader is gender neutral and genitalia is ambiguous so all can enjoy, No penetration or anything just dry/clothed humping

Words: 4k

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You would always rather be the hunter than the prey. 

You were the hunter of your settlement inside the Raven Clan. Working alongside Petra and Wallace to ensure your entire settlement had the meat necessary for the feasts that were held often. The cattle could only birth so quickly, and the game within the forest could only be hunted so often before they, too, would deplete. Petra and Wallace stuck more to your island and its surroundings, while you preferred to venture off. 

This normally resulted in you recruiting a few others to tag along, not to help with the hunt, but to help with the load you would return with. The furs were turned to furs for beds, the bones turned to weapons or arrow tips. Nothing ever went to waste. 

The others you would recruit were simply to help cart back or boat back the hunts and to set up camp. And, of course, to provide intimidating company. You did not look to be a warrior yourself; You knew this. You did not have the rugged scarring of the others, or how they swung heavy axes over their shoulders and walked with swagger. But you were deadly with a bow, even deadlier with a blade in your hand. Silent, never startling your prey.

~Rest under the cut~

The only one who could hear you was the beloved Wolf-Kissed. Someone you had admired since back in your last settlement. Her braided red hair, all her tattoos, her crooked smile and the cocky prowess in her step. Or how she played with the little ones, chasing them in all her huge glory and her cloak making her appear all the larger. 

You were close enough with the Jarl’s right hand. Enough that Eivor would seek you out, not just for questions or archery tips, but just to sit with you. Like when you were sharpening blades outside in the nice weather, how you’d heard her stalking up to you. She’d make conversation, her eyes watching you sharpen the blade and you looking up at her from under your lashes. 

“Skilled hands.” She’d tell you, watching how you’d spin the knife in your grip with just your fingers. 

You’d smile back up at her, sweet as could be. “Is it the skill that captures your attention, Wolf-Kissed? Or is it the implications beneath said skill that does?” Before you’d flip the knife in your grasp with a little toss and hold the hilt out to her. Always delighting in the smirk on her lips and her dark green eyes looking you up. 

“A question I am sure you would like the answer to, hunter.” She’d tease back, taking the blade from you with her calloused fingers brushing your hand. 

The flirting was heavy between you two. You suspected she merely had a strong sexual appetite, something you could satisfy. Yet, she never acted. An eternal tease. 

Whether she was denying herself for the sake of denial. Or if she truly just had a flirtatious, friendly relationship with you was a question you never thought you’d get an answer to. 

The question that leads to your answer is one asked in the longhouse. 

A feast is going on at the time. Warriors and civilians alike enjoy the night of boosting morale. Someone is singing, someone is playing a lyre, another is telling tales of their battles and memories of the gods aiding them in said battles. Little ones are delighted by all, running about and through legs and giggling up a storm as they chase Mouse around. The large, white, domesticated wolf that seemed keen on staying in Eivor’s room lest it was to play with the children. 

You’re sitting in your own corner on a wooden box, your feet propped up and one leg over the other. You work on your whittling project, carefully carving the raven’s wings with each painstaking feather. You like the noise around you, your own plate of food and mead long since downed. Your journal to your other side, containing details of where you were to hunt next. A rough sketch of a map and location you wanted to go to, and who pledged to help. 

“Not enjoying yourself?” Comes that low, raspy voice in its forever tease. You peek up through your lashes to see Eivor approaching, a sway to her hip. Like a prowling wolf. 

“On the contrary, I am. I like when it gets loud.” You tease back on your last words, flashing her a smile and enjoying the way her eyes narrow in challenge.  

You move, sitting upright and kicking the box over to her that you had been using for your legs. Eivor bows her head politely, taking the seat offered and swinging her cup back to drink her last of mead before setting it to the side. 

“You are recruiting for your next hunt?” She hums to you, glancing over to your journal. You follow her gaze briefly before returning your eye down to the tedious task of carefully carving out feathers. 

“Yes...Why? Are you interested in attending this time?” You speak as you lift the charm in your hand, twisting it about in the light to get a good look at it. You draw it back to your lap when satisfied, looking towards her with a cocked head. “Or do the gods call you out once more, no time for play?” 

Eivor’s sparkle in her eye returns at your playfulness and you like the look she gives you. That slow glance down to your lips, down your neck and body. She gives you a once over, a hum to her throat and leaning back against the wall with crossed arms as she does it. Making herself appear bigger, broader than she already is. A tone of amusement in her voice when she speaks. “Play time is what you call it?” 

“Thought pups like you would call it that. Free to run and wrestle with who you please.” You struggle not to smirk at calling her a pup. Watching her eyes narrow but seeing a slight darken to her cheeks. 

Oh? Perhaps the Wolf-Kissed had something you could dig your teeth into. 

After a moment, you press again. “Are you interested in joining? You would not hunt. I merely request aid in bringing my boon back to camp. Just some muscle and company with a pretty face.” 

“Perhaps. If you would accept a trade.” Eivor replies smoothly, her eyes sweeping you over and making you pause at what she might be implying. You lick your lips, suddenly much more interested in her than your project. You set it in your lap, giving her your full attention and cocking your head to glance her over. 

“Loki kisses your gaze this evening,” You speak with a narrow of your gaze at the smirk playing on her lips. The sparkle in her eye. Gods- any that would hear you- she is deathly beautiful. “But, I shall bite. What limb must I give up to relish in your company, o’ Wolf-Kissed?” 

“You would give a limb for my company, hunter?” It’s spoken as a jest, a light tease. A grin now reaching the apples of her cheeks, her sharp canines on display. 

Gods help you, you wanted her to sink her teeth into your flesh. 

“And you would give up your important duty of establishing alliances just to help me drag back prey,” You quip back quickly, leaning on your knees now so you can lean forward towards her. Your heart stutters when her eyes fall to your lips, but you mock obliviousness. “Seems we are on equal footing of desiring company.” 

There’s a moment of pause where Eivor just looks at you. Her tongue flicking across her lips and a smile playing on her lips. She pushes from the wall, leaning on her own knees. Close enough to you that you can feel her breath when she speaks. 

“I am told that you fight well with a dagger and bow. That your skills put down wild animals with ease- no matter the size. And yet, those around worry you do not know how to fight without your tools.” She speaks quiet, like it was just for you two to hear. You hold back a smile, biting your tongue as you realize where this is going. “Private lessons. I want to train you. Make sure you can hold your own in a fight if you lose your weaponry.” 

“And since when do you believe the local gossip, Eivor?” You murmur, pushing your luck by shifting a bit to lean the tiniest bit closer. Relishing in the way you can hear her breath still, how you watch her pupils dilate for more reasons than just the candlelit hall.  

“I accept your trade,” You say, leaning back and stretching your arms above your head to work out kinks from sitting there for so long. You pretend you do not see the way Eivor’s eyes sweep your frame. A hungry wolf. “When shall we begin this ‘training’ I seem to oh so desperately need?” 

“Tomorrow at dawn. Meet me at the nearby clearing.” She speaks as she moves to stand. You watch her, your eyes following her just as hungry and noting the sway in her step. Even as she joins the others and gets rowdy with them. Slaps on the back or grasping someone’s nape and fondly bumping their heads together.  

You sigh quietly to yourself when your heart flutters. Letting a breath out you didn’t know you had been holding. You’d...always wanted an excuse to get closer to her. Something more meaningful than just conversations. To be able to touch her in some form or another. 

Regardless. You were quite looking forward to seeing Eivor’s face when she realized that you weren’t just some hunter. You knew how to fight, and you did it well. You were ready to protect the settlement and use whatever was on hand. Yes, you fought better with your weaponry. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t know how to knock someone on their ass and the get the upper hand. 

The bigger they are... 

You enjoy the rest of the feast with a feeling of eyes following you. Whenever you casually glance over you can see how her eyes follow you, peeking over her horn with her lips quirking into smirk. 

You wanted to wipe that look right off her face. 

That night, you sleep well. Rising early in the morning like you always did to get a good start of the day. You go through your morning routine of waking Petra and Wallace, which goes about as well as every morning. With both of them grumbling at you and Petra’s hand waving you away. You set about setting everything out for them to remind them of the stuffing of a few heads to be done today before leaving a note saying you’ll be out for the day. 

The clearing was a ten-minute ride on horseback. Your beloved mare, Daffodil Violet Glenda Charolette the First, or merely Daffy for short, carried you there. All the while you lovingly chatted to her about what a good girl she was. Even doing so as you hopped off once you reached the tree line where you’d have to do the rest on foot. Tying her up and patting her side as she nosed at you in a little push. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going. You make a massacre of these flowers- know they’re your favorite, big girl.” 

The walk from there is just a few minutes. You know you’re close when you hear the stream nearby. The break in the tree line revealing a near perfect circle of clearing. Beautiful little yellow and purple flowers in bloom among the wild flowers and grass. Butterflies fluttered about, the warm sun casting a beautiful glow on the world as it raised above the trees to shine its light onto the world. 

In the middle of the clearing was Eivor. Already setting a fur up to the side and deerskins that you assumed were full of water. She shrugs out of her heavy fur and armor, setting that beside the fur. Her weaponry follows, axe and shield lain down cautiously. 

“If I did not know any better, I would assume you were trying to court me.” You speak teasingly as you approach, watching her lift her head to look at you with a sparkle in her eyes. “What? No flowers?” 

“I did not take you as the type to want flowers.” Eivor chuckles softly, standing to greet you. She towers over you when you approach, before she bends down to pluck a wildflower from the ground. Tucking it behind your ear when you are close enough and making your cheeks burn. “Forgive me. I shall remember for next time.” 

You scoff at her, despite your heart’s pounding and your face burning. You lightly shove her, laughing when she catches your arm to tug you closer, leaning down towards your face. A form of intimidation, despite her grin. Her eyes looking down towards your lips... 

You lightly bump your forehead to hers. Just hard enough to hurt to make her let you go before you move away from her. Getting some distance before she can grab you again. It’s worth the headache you’d have later just to see her bewildered expression. Going from startled, shocked, to impressed when Eivor offers you a crooked grin. “So. You do know how to fight. This makes things more fun.” 

“As I told you before, O’ Wolf-Kissed,” Your voice coming low and teasing as you shed yourself of your cloak to give yourself more freedom. “Do not listen to gossip.” 

Eivor is bigger than you, broader. She towers over you. It would be foolish to charge her, even while she’s taken off guard. It would be like hitting a wall. Instead, you stalk around her, letting her eyes watch your every move. You feel like you do when you are hunting, seeing a great bear ready for your dagger to swiftly end its life. 

But there are no weapons here. Only bare hands and violence. 

Eivor’s weakness, as you know, is she is not a patient woman. Seen when her fingers twitch, starting to growl at you when you don’t immediately attack her first. She charges you when you come in front of her, and you assume she expects her sheer size to take you out like a raging bull. You wait to feel the wind brush you to signal her closeness, quickly moving to the side and sweeping out your leg, forcing her to trip over your calf. 

“Oldest trick in the book, Eivor, come on.” You tease. Only to yelp when she grabs your ankle and yanks you down onto the ground. You both laugh as you roll quickly, moving too quick for her to yank you into her grasp. 

Her size and strength should have had you down before you could blink. But the gossip seemed to forget that though you did not raise your blade to man, you knew how to get your grasp out of a raging bear or wolf. And your dearest Wolf-Kissed looking at you with a snarl and laughter in her voice as she lungs for you was no different. 

You two go tumbling on the ground, ending up being locked in a grasp where you can keep slipping just out of her grip. Until she becomes too impatient, losing her sense when you keep slipping. It leaves her open, vulnerable. 

You strike then. 

You force your weight forward to knock against her, hitting your knee into her stomach to make her gasp sharply as her air is knocked from her. It gives you enough time to use her own unbalanced weight against her, knocking her onto her back and climbing quickly on top of her. Straddling her stomach and slamming your knees into her hands to keep them underneath you and at her sides, knowing your leg power was much better than your upper body. You slam both your hands on either side of her head in the grass to keep your balance, caging her. 

You’re both panting. Your breath mingling and your shadow casting over her. It doesn’t stop the sun from reaching her, kissing her tanned flesh. Her cheeks are flushed from exertion, her red hair sprawled around her and giving her the image of a lion. Her gaze is half lidded, her lips parted with each breath and her eyes flickering downwards towards your lips. 

“Caught you.” You huff out, trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach at her gaze. Hungry, wanting, with a subtle tilt of her head back. It lets you see the glow of sweat clinging to her, and your mouth waters with the need to taste the salt of her skin. 

“So you have.” She murmurs, her tone soft and low. It does no favors for how you feel right now. “And what do you plan to do with your caught prey?” Her tone is even lower, that damned smirk playing on her lips. She could fling you off if she wanted to. She was strong enough to. She’s not even struggling.  

“That depends,” You murmur, leaning a bit closer to gauge her reaction. And judging by how she tips her head, her lashes fluttering and her lips parting, you take these all as good signs. You lean closer, close enough your noses brush and you can see her sun kissed freckles and her vivid green irises. “How long will you let me pretend you are prey?” 

“As long as you are atop me? I cannot see myself anywhere else today.” She says a bit too breathily to just be exertion. 

You don’t hesitate to lean forward the rest of the way to press your lips to hers. Eivor meets you with hunger, her hands finally working their way out from under your knees to reach up and cup your face. Your heart stutters, her calloused thumbs brushing against your cheeks as you reach to cup the side of her neck. 

She tastes like berries from this morning, sweet and tart against your tongue. You moan into her mouth, parting your lips and matching her pace as you lick your way into her mouth. She mimics your sound, low and guttural in her throat with one of her hands falling from your cheek to grip onto the nape of your neck instead. 

Eivor’s sighs into your mouth make you shudder at how pliant she’s being. When the kiss is broken, you don’t restrain yourself from kissing down from her mouth, over her cheek, down to her jawline where she willingly tilts her head for you. Allowing you to sink your teeth lightly into the tattooed flesh there and tracing downwards with your tongue.  

Her moan when you sink your teeth into her neck makes your head spin. How her hands slide down your back, over the curves of your side to grip your hips and dragging them downwards. You don’t stop her, letting her hands guide you down from straddling her abdomen to instead her hips. The weight of your ass pressing against her. 

Eivor groans low in her throat, and you move from her neck to kiss her again. Letting her hands guide your hips back and forth, grinding against her and feeling your body tremble with the heat coursing through you. Feeling that vague hardness under your body, slotting directly against you. Vaguely hidden by the thickness of both of your pairs of clothing. 

“Eivor-” You moan as you part the kiss from her. Her hands only grip you harder, her hips starting to come up into you every time she jerks you forward. Hard enough that you can spread your legs a bit more across the broadness of her hips and feeling the friction with her. 

You bite your lip, letting your body fall forward so you can rest your face in her neck. Your arms keep you propped up on your forearms, your fingers sinking into her hair to pull on it. Eivor growls in your ear, turning her head to press her lips to your temple and starting to murmur things to you as her hips come up against you. Like she’s trying to fuck you through your clothes. 

Her deep voice makes you dizzy all the while she murmurs, ‘There you are, I have you.’ ‘Wish these clothes were not upon our bodies.’ ‘Want to taste you, want to make you cum-’ ‘Ambrosia will not taste nearly as good as I know you shall taste.’ 

There’s a wet patch on the front of your clothes as your eyebrows knit and you cling to her. Panting as you feel the fluttering in your abdomen, your hips starting to move in time with her tugs until you’re practically humping her. 

You yelp as you’re rolled over, Eivor’s body like that of a bear in how it can cover yours easily. Her forearm presses into the ground beside your head to keep herself up, her other hand gripping your hip to force you to tilt them upwards so her own can hump against you. Like this, she can get deeper strokes, feeling the muscles in her body flexing when you reach up to loop your arms around her neck and dig your fingers into her hair. 

You cum first, a cry from your lips that is quickly silenced when the hand by your head comes over your mouth. You moan into her hand frantically, your hands moving to grip her wrist as your eyes roll into the back of your head and you’re cumming in your clothes. Your hips stuttering upwards into her frantic, harsh humps against you until she’s snarling like a wolf. Her features scrunching up, eyebrows knitting as her hips stutter and she’s cumming with you. 

You can feel the wetness against the front of her pants, pressed flush against you and allowing you to feel the hard outline of her through her clothes. 

You’re both panting. Eivor moves to press her forehead to yours, her eyes closed while you peek at her through your lidded eyes. It’s quiet, a shared moment between you two until you break it with a small laugh. “You did not actually believe I needed training, did you, Eivor?” You say it accusingly, watching the way her lips quirk into a smile that she hides by turning her face to press into your neck. 

“By the gods- private lessons my arse.” You laugh breathily, the dull thrumming of your heartbeat still felt in your body. You can hear her chuckling into your neck, a kiss pressed there that makes your heart flutter a bit harder. You truly did love her. 

“Private lessons in trade for my company on your hunt,” Eivor murmurs, a reminder of the trade as she kisses up to your ear to nip it. No better than a grinning pup as she speaks low into your ear. “Perhaps you do need training. Shall your silver tongue work better elsewhere than just speaking insults towards me?” 

You flush red, shoving at her and taking advantage of her weakened state to roll her back over. You wrap a hand loose around her neck, straddling her hips and delighting in how she looks at you so hungrily. A wolfish grin upon her lips as you huff, “If anyone needs ‘training’, it is you. Shall I teach you to behave like a good pup, o’ Wolf-Kissed?” 

You delight in the way she bites her lip. How Eivor groans low in her throat like the idea of being made to submit under you was the goal all along. 

You put pressure on her throat, delighting in the shocked, aroused look crossing her features when you growl out low. “I was not made to obey. But you, Eivor? I shall teach you to heel.” 

And oh, you would make this puppy howl.