#until the gain scent goes away

[beenbaanbuun]

the bed w/ jongho

words - 🤠

genre - fluff/friends to lovers

warnings - pure fluff, nothing else

“why are you in my bed,” jongho grumbles as he storms through his bedroom door

he kicks his shoes off, not paying any attention to where they land before crawling onto the bed himself

you’d spread yourself out in the centre of it, leaving very little space for your friend in his own bed

he makes do, though, throwing himself over your stomach and pinning you to the bed

you groan as he knocks the wind out of you, but all does is chuckle

“actually, scratch that,” he says as he tries his hardest to got comfortable, “what are you doing in my apartment? you don’t have a key.”

he finds it hard to find a good spot to lay since there’s a literal body beneath him, so instead he sits up and tries his hardest to shove you to the side

you resist, but eventually roll over when his finger pokes a particularly ticklish spot in your side

he goes to get comfy, making sure to pull one of his pillows free from beneath your head and put it beneath his own

you punch his arm as payment; it doesn’t hurt him, he just laughs

“found your spare key under your doormat,” you say as if it’s as simple as that, “you need to find a better place to hide that, by the way.”

he repeats your words in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner

“sure, but why are you in my bed?”

“it’s comfier than mine,” you shrug, laughing at the exasperated sigh he gives you, “besides, it’s not like you were using it while you were at work.”

“and maybe if you had a job you wouldn’t feel the need to come to my apartment and nap in my bed when you could be at work,” he teases

now it’s your turn to roll your eyes

you shove him slightly, in response to the poor taste joke, but he knows you’re not really mad

you never are when it comes to him…

something about the way he taunts you makes you light up inside

maybe it’s the way he giggles at you when you get annoyed, face lighting up in glee, or perhaps you just like it when he pays you attention

either way, you hope it never stops

“i’m trying to get a job,” you reply, seriousness lacing itself in your voice, “i had an interview this morning actually.”

he turns to look at you with surprise on his face

“you never told me,” he says with a minuscule pout, and you realise the shock on his face is more to do with the fact it was hidden from him than anything else

you look away, not wanting to force yourself into seeing the hurt that’s swimming in his eyes

all this over a job interview? weird, you think to yourself

“i wanted it to be a surprise if i got the job,” you mumble, “but i kind of fumbled so i don’t think i did.”

you’d never tell him, but it’s actually your disappointment at your own failure that led you to your best friend’s bed

the comfort it brought you to slide one of his hoodies over your head and surround yourself in the familiar scent of his bedding was better than the comfort you gained from anything else

the knowledge that jongho would be there soon to comfort you, unknowingly picking up the pieces of your shattered ego, was nice

his presence was your safe place, even when that presence was just the smell of him ingrained in his sheets

“you fumbled?” he clarifies, “how so?”

he opens his arms to invite you closer; it’s an opportunity you jump at, shuffling until you’re close enough for his arms to circle your body

“i kept answering their questions weirdly,” you say as you press your face into his chest, “but in my defence, their questions were dumb.”

he chuckles, and the sound rumbles through him

“you don’t need to defend yourself to me,” his voice sounds deeper when you hear it through his chest, “i know you’re trying your hardest.”

a hand comes into contact with the back of your head, gently patting at it as if he’s trying to soothe you

you almost tell him that you don’t need soothing, but the sensation is nice so you let him continue

“i am trying hard,” you sigh, “and i wish they could see that rather than just seeing all the stupid answers i give them! they probably think i have negative braincells…”

jongho can’t help but heartily laugh at that

he clutches onto you as the sound rings through the air, effectively pinning you to his body

you can’t help but be happy that he’s not one of those people that slap things when they laugh…

“i also think you have negative braincells,” he says through his giggles, “but that doesn’t stop me from thinking you’re a great person that’s worthy of employment.”

for what seems like the hundredth time, you hit his arm

“i got higher than you in school, dickwad!”

you only scored higher by a margin, but you still did better than him and therefore have eternal bragging - or in this case defending - rights

the playful arguing doesn’t go much further than that

in fact the two of you fall into a peaceful silence pretty quickly, the only sound that fills your brain is jongho’s heartbeat; strong and stable, just like he is

just likes he’s always been, actually, ever since the two of you were just kids playing in each other’s back yards

he tried to teach you football when you were both young, but ended up kicking the ball too hard and bruising your shin

even at the age of 7 he was so willing to comfort you in your time of need

you still see so much of that pudgy-faced boy in the man you know today

and then when he was a teenager you specifically remember him trying to teach you basketball

he had his arms wrapped around you as he positioned your hands correctly

when you shot your first basket without his help, he celebrated it like he’d just scored the winning basket for the team he played on

you still think about the way he picked you up and spun you around sometimes; it feels like such a special memory

you can’t help but smile as you let it play in your mind one more time

“what are you thinking about?” jongho asks

you shift your head so you can see his face, his big brown eyes meeting yours immediately

perhaps it’s the dimness of his bedside lamp, but you can’t help but appreciate how nice he looks right now

you’ve always known him to be attractive, but surely his lips haven’t always looked that soft, right?

“why do you want to know?” you respond quietly as you try and make sense of this new feeling that settles over you

well, perhaps it’s not new, but it’s certainly stronger

“i want to know everything about you,” he replies, no evidence of a joke on his face, “like what you’re thinking, or when you have a job interview.”

well, that’s targeted, you think to yourself

“i told you it was supposed to be a surprise if i passed!” you whine

he smiles slightly

“it would’ve been a great surprise,” he admits, “but i still can’t help but wish you’d told me! i would’ve gone with you for support.”

and he would’ve

one word from you and he’d have taken a day off work just to do anything in his power to help you

hell, you’re sure he would’ve gone into the interview with you if he could

you can’t help but giggle at the idea of him standing behind you like a bouncer, arms folded threateningly as the interviewers fumble through their dumb questions

“your support would’ve been greatly appreciated,” you say

he hums an agreement

“this is why you tell your jongho things, okay?” he teases

you pause

“my jongho?”

“who else’s would i be?”

you shrug

“i don’t know,” you admit, “i just thought such a title would go to a girlfriend or something…”

you feel your face heat up at your own words

perhaps it’s the connotations that come with it; a title that should’ve gone to his future girlfriend has gone to you instead

why is that thought making your heart beat so fast?

“i mean maybe one day it will,” he says, “but only if you say yes.”

your mind goes blank

what does he mean by that?

“because if you don’t then my plans will be kind of fucked, you know?” you don’t know. you don’t know anything at all, “like what’s going to happen if you say no and things get awkward? who will i take on my family’s spring vacation then?”

“huh?”

that’s all you can say

because his words make sense in your mind, but none of it makes sense in concept, except it also kind of does

but then the notion of it all is making butterflies erupt in your stomach, which also doesn’t make sense because why?

“do i have to spell it out for you, my little dummy?” he smiles, a familiar fondness in his eyes, “i’m asking you to be my girlfriend.”

and that’s when it all dawns on you

the reason you feel closer to him than anyone else

the reason you want him to be the first to know everything

the reason why you always try so hard to impress him

you’re in love with him, and you have been for quite a long time, it seems

perhaps it was the basketball incident that set this proverbial train in motion; you distinctly remember feeling butterflies then

although at the time you had put it down to just feeling nervous about impressing jongho, even that excuse points in the direction of love

holy fuck

“hello?” he waves a hand in front of your face, “anyone in there? or am i just going to have to assume it’s a no-”

“no!” you cut him off, eyes going wide, “i mean yes. no to saying no, yes to your question… the girlfriend question.”

a wide toothy grin forms on his face, one of the ones that shows his gums and makes his nose scrunch up in the cutest way

oh god, have you always been down this horrifically bad for him?

“god you’re cute,” he says with happiness evident in his voice

it’s funny; you were about to tell him the same thing

[jockbroski34]

New Year's Resolution

Hey bros, Happy New Year's! I hope you all make this year your best yet and I hope you all reach your goals. I came up with a short story on the fly to ring in the new year. Hope you guys didn't party too hard like these two!

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Before I knew it, 2024 was almost here. Everyone always says that next year will be their year, but few people actually end up following through with their New Year's resolutions. Some people want to make more money, some might want to quit smoking, but me? I just wanna get jacked, bro. I know how it goes though. People go to the gym for a week, then are unable to keep up with that lifestyle. But I can do it, and I will. I felt a sense of determination with the desire to get in shape.

I found myself at a New Year's party. One of my co-workers invited me. I didn't know most of the people there, but I didn't have any plans so I decided to go, because why not? My friends barely have time for me anyways. A lot of them have started to settle down and some decided to have smaller celebrations with their spouses or are visiting family.

I was sitting on the couch when a guy I've never met sat down next to me and greeted me. He told me his name was Mike. He was my age, wearing a backwards hat, tank top, and shorts. Not exactly the best look for the winter, but he looked just like a fuckboy who partied all day every day. He probably just wears this every day just to show off his muscles and pick up chicks. He started chatting me up about the party and about the football game that was on the TV. I didn't really know anything about sports, but it was what was on so I played along, not wanting to be rude. He asked me what my New Year's resolution was. I said I wanted to get jacked. He seemed confident that I could do it. He downed what had to have been his third beer so far before asking if I wanted another drink as well. His breath stank with the scent of beer.

I said sure. As long as it got this dude away from me for a minute or two. I might tolerate him more if I was drunk anyways since it didn't seem like he was going anywhere anytime soon. He came back carrying two bottles of the same type of beer. We made a toast for the new year and chugged our beers. As I drank, I started to realize that Mike wasn't that bad for a dudebro. He was actually really chill. I ended up asking for his number so we can get drinks sometime. He said he knows some good bars nearby and he didn't live too far from me.

He asked me what my New Year's resolution is. He already asked me that though? His memory must not be the best since he was drunk. I told him I wanted to be jacked, kinda like him. He chuckled a dumb laugh, drunk from the excessive amount of alcohol he drank tonight.

"What do you mean? You're already jacked, bro."

I was confused at first. I didn't have a lot of muscle.

"Look at yourself dude."

I thought he was fucking with me until I looked down. My biceps felt like they were throbbing, burning as they seemingly increased in size. I panicked, running to the bathroom, unsure of whether I wanted to check out my new gains or find a way to stop the aching burn in my muscles. I looked at myself in the mirror, and flexed. I wasn't hallucinating. I was just as jacked as the bro I was drinking with. I stripped down. I realized that I had a six pack as well. The dude from before knocks before entering the bathroom with me.

"You good bro?"

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I asked, overwhelmed by my new body.

"You said you wanted to be jacked, so I made you jacked. I put something in your drink, and now you're huge. Isn't that what you wanted, dude?"

I couldn't deny that. I wasn't sure whether to feel grateful to him or mad at him for doing this without my consent. He could've even drugged me further. Before I could comprehend everything, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me in for a picture, showing off our ripped bodies.

"Hey, try my hat on. I wanna see how you look in it now."

He tossed me the hat he was wearing, but I didn't wear hats. I took care of my hair and I didn't want my hair to get messy. I wanted to look professional, not like a frat bro. Despite that, I found myself wanting to put it on, and so I did. To my surprise, I even turned it backwards just like my best bud. Best bud? I didn't really have a best friend. But Mike was my new best friend. We met at my co-worker's New Year's party and we hit it off really well. I needed a new workout partner to help me stay consistent, so he offered to take me with him every day. He's actually looking for a new roommate so I might move in with him since we get along so well. Makes it more convenient since we plan to hang out and party all the time in the coming year.

I start to realize that my mannerisms are changing, starting to match his. Before I was uptight and professional, a total bore. Now I’m an outgoing, party-loving dudebro. I felt my penis grow erect in my pants and start leaking as I became as horny as Mike, with my length growing to a sexy 9 inches to go alongside his. I doubt that I could pull as much as him with my old size.

"You feeling better, bro?"

"Yeah dude. I feel great! Let's pound some more brewskis and fuck a baddie or two."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Mike gave me a high-five. "You can keep the hat by the way. A memory of the day we met, bro."

And keep it I did. I decided I would wear it everywhere, especially when I was out with him and his bros. I would fit perfectly in with them in a way that my old self would have never.

We returned to the party with even more beers in our hands, and me and Mike chugged every last one of them. We drank the most beers out of anyone in the party combined. My coworker caught the two of us causing a scene and kicked us out. He almost didn't recognize me at first, but after seeing me with him, he started to put two and two together. He told Mike that this is why he doesn’t invite him anywhere. I thought my coworker would tell my boss about my conduct, but I didn't really care what happens. It's not my fault I’m a party animal.

"What a buzzkill," Mike said. "Whatever. Let's go back to my place. I took a box of beer with us to finish as we left. They aren't gonna finish themselves."

Midnight was still a few hours away, and all of his bros were at other parties anyways. We sat down on his messy couch and finished what was left of the beers, cheering on our team and playing loud music. Didn't matter where we were or who we were with, we were the life of the party. My bro became pent up after not being able to get any action tonight and so was I. I offered to suck him off. After all, it's not gay to suck a homie off, and so we got off together. Getting head from him was almost as good as a hot babe. I’ve never had a guy blow me before. Neither of us could tell the other how much we really enjoyed it without the fear of being called gay.

After we both released our loads, we passed out from all the alcohol we drank, him on top of me. I don't think I ever drank this much in my life, and it was just one night. We woke up, looking like a total mess on the couch. Damn, we slept past midnight. I was still wearing his hat. I thought I would wake up and find out this was all a dream, but nah. I’m still Mike’s douchey best friend. But I smiled, knowing that we would always have each other’s back.

"Happy New Year’s, bro." I said.

"Happy New Year’s! Now tell me your real New Year's resolution, dude?" Mike answered, obviously hungover.

"I wanna party and fuck all year long!"

"Fuck yeah, bro!" He gave me a strong, brotherly hug. He told me about a rager that one of his friends was hosting tonight. All of his bros are invited and so am I, and some hot babes are gonna be there. This was the life I always wished I had, and this year, it will be my life.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Let There Be Hotel Complaints

Based on a post request by @rayslittlekitten I really hope you like it, I have no idea if it fits but I tried hard.

Title based on: Hozier - Dinner & Diatribes

Contains: Fluff, Ray being Gomez Addams, mentions of periods/period symptoms, smut (fingering, oral sex M and F receiving, P in V, breeding kink, possessive Ray, scents and smells, aftercare) Not beta read.

3.5K words.

Ray's feelings for you are as wide as the ocean, and his love is second only to his desire.

The hand that wrapped around your body felt like hot coals on your already heated skin, and you fought the urge to shrink away from Ray. "Raymond, I've been put in the garden working, can you let me shower before you hug me?" His arms only tightened around as you felt his chest expand against your back as he pressed his nose into your sweat-damped neck. "Ray! I'm covered in sweat."

He checked, and the sound reverberated through your body like the first rumbles of a thunderstorm. "I don't mind, Dear, you smell wonderful." His face moved to the top of your head as he took another breath, admiring how your conditioner mixed with a hard day's work. It drifted into his mind like the reaching of a siren song, slowly bleeding away his other thoughts.

His lips found your neck, and he smirked against your skin as your head tilted to make room for him. A quick glance at the clock let him know you'd have enough time to enjoy each other before the fancy business dinner tonight, and he found himself slowly unlacing from the hug as he brought one hand to your breast.

He gained more access to your skin, and you rested your head back onto his shoulder and pushed yourself into his touch, but he was pulling his hand away a second later when he felt you stiffen as he tightened his grip around your soft flesh. "Sorry, Love."

"It's ok, I'm just a little sore." There was no explanation needed as to why, you knew he knew why, he always seemed to know.

His hand moved lower, rubbing the skin of your ribcage in long, soothing strokes as his lips moved from the dome of your shoulder up your neck. "Allow me to make it up to you?"

The offer was the definition of temptation, but there were things to be done and places to be. "Tonight, if all goes well at the dinner. I have to finish with the garden and then get ready for tonight."

The teeth against your skin were not in retaliation for your conditional refusal but a promise of things to come. "Then let me help you?"

"Of course." Your reason was wholly selfish, motivated by rolled up sleeves and rippling muscles at his instance of lifting heavy bags of soil. You finished your glass of water and went back outside, not missing how Ray's eyes followed your arms as you placed your sun hat back on your head. He smiled at you, it was earnest and filled with warmth. "What do you need me to do, Gorgeous?"

You couldn't help yourself, there was something in his desire to aid you in every need that sparked something in you. "Many things, My Darling, but right now, I need help with the tea roses."

He smiled and took two steps to close the distance between you before brushing his lips on your ear. "Your wish is my command."

****

The rest of the afternoon swam by in a haze for Ray. It was the kind of torture that the training he had received many lifetimes ago could not prepare him for, and with each passing moment, his thoughts grew more debauched until he was waxing poetic in his head like a madman.

As you finished your makeup, he could not get the image of you licking the strawberry juice from your lunchtime dessert off your lips out of his head. Breathing through his nose had become an affliction; top notes of your shower gel and the underneath of you were one thing, but there was the faintest hint of him there that made him want to sink his teeth in your bare skin so many times that the hotel's tofts would look away in shame the moment they saw you.

By the time you slid into the car, pressing your legs to his as Bunny drove you to the hotel, he was afire with need. He laced his hand with yours as the vehicle travelled down from the lush countryside to the bright lights of the city and leaned in close, his nose brushing your temple as he told you more about the guests at the party you were heading to.

There were already people milling around when you arrived, handing their bags off to the Bellhops so they could enjoy their complementary night in luxury. Ray was less willing to relinquish the bags and simply blinked as the hotelier became insistent. Nevertheless, the man still walked to your room on the sixth floor, smiling saccharinely as he told you to enjoy the complimentary champagne before the party started.

The opulence of the room and the expensive champagne sat ignored by you and Ray as he steeled himself for a night of making nice and glad-handing when he would rather be doing something far more enjoyable. He took your hands and drew you to the middle of the room, wrapping his arms around you as his nose returned to your hair for the millionth time that day. "You look beautiful as always."

You smiled and placed your hands on his chest. "And you keep sniffing me like some weirdo."

He took it in stride, chuckling softly as he yanked you to his chest. "I can't help it, you smell exquisite, it's driving me insane."

You sighed, enjoying the warmth of his arms around you. "I know what you're thinking, but we promised Mickey."

He mirrored your sigh as he broke the embrace and extended his hand. "I know. We should head down there now, the sooner we go down and mingle, the sooner we can leave."

His hand found your lower back as you took the lift to the grand hall and stayed there as you met up with Mickey and Rosalind and made introductions with the upper class lucky enough to receive invites. Of course, the reason for your invitations was the massive underground white widow super cheese farm under the hotel's private golf course.

It was painfully dull, standing around making small talk about the weather and wallpaper while eating tiny pies that only served to make you more hungry. Ray stayed stuck to your side, practically dragging you around with him while he did business for his boss.

"Your wife looks lovely tonight." Ray's arm tightened around you as you spun towards the voice.

"She looks lovely every night, Dave." If Dave had plans to say more, they were defeated by Ray's harsh glare as he pulled you away.

He moved to a quiet corner of the room and placed your hand on his ample bicep. "What's gotten into Ray? You've just about ripped the heads off anyone who's talked to me tonight. I get Dave, but the Simon's are nice."

He moved into your space, pressing you against the window as he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger while he leaned in close enough that your noses were brushing. To outsiders, it would have looked like a private moment between lovers, but Ray's eyes were fixed on with a look so lustful it would have made the whore of Babylon blush. "What's gotten into me? I have spent the last two hours watching these pigs look you up and down while acting like I don't want to rip their arms off for even daring to speak to you."

You blinked, he was in a mood tonight. "Well, Dear. How about you stick it out for another hour so we can eat dinner from this stupid menu then, I'm all yours for the night?"

He swallowed and exhaled before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Of course Darling." His tone had shifted; it had taken on that gravelly tilt that created a flutter of excitement in your chest, and you eagerly headed back into the fray as Ray finally composed himself.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek as he leaned into your touch. "Thank you, Dear."

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The dinner was the typical mess of rich people's food that had too many flavours and not enough on the plate, but Ray gave you all his cheese twirls and made sure to pick you the biggest slice of chocolate cake off the platter when dessert came around. All was going well until the tables were cast aside again for the wine course, and you were split from him as one of the tofts Mickey looked after pulled him away to talk about security.

His eye kept drifting over to you, and he grew ever more aggravated as he watched the sommelier try and fail to flirt with you. He dismissed the man he was talking to with the promise to call later, that he was tired and wanted to enjoy his hotel room and all but stormed over to you. "Are you enjoying the wine, Dear?"

You shook your head. "I've told the sommelier that I'm not interested in that variety, but he's being very insistent."

The man smiled and turned to Ray. "We have some of the best wine in the country here, your girlfriend…"

If looks could kill, Ray would have ended the man there and then. "My wife isn't interested, and I don't appreciate your tone or your attitude. I will be speaking to your employer in the morning to deal with this in full."

His hand was back on your lower back as he marched towards the lift, and between his puffed chest and his expression, no one dared to join you as the doors opened. The second the doors closed, he was on you, pressing you against the wall as his lips found yours. The grip he had on you was almost painful, his fingers digging firm into your skin as he held you in place for a searing kiss that stole the air from your lungs.

He finally allowed you to breathe when the doors opened on your floor, and he all but dragged you to your room as he shut the door and pressed up against it. His lips were on yours again, and his hands slid around your body until his fingers were curling around the fabric of your evening dress and ripping it open with the pop pop of fancy buttons.

He shoved the dress down, breaking from your lips for a moment to take in the lingerie you were wearing. "Fucking hell y/n." That went next, and his lips didn't give you the chance to admonish him about what he had paid for the now ruined fabric lying at your feet.

He once again broke from you and knelt on the floor, removing your shoes one by one before kissing his way up your legs, swapping legs with each kiss, getting closer and closer to your centre with each one until he slowed at the crease of the thigh. He was once again inhaling like he was suffocating, and you wove your hands into his hair as your frustration grew. "Can you do something instead of sniffing me?"

His teeth sunk into your skin in retaliation, and he was standing up to his full height with eyes full of threat. "Don't rush me." His hand cupped you, his fingers running your rapidly gathering wetness as he all but growled at you. "This cunt is mine, I get to take all the time I want, understand?"

You almost wanted to act out to see what it would make him do, but the poor man already looked pained enough. "Anything you want."

He locked you in another kiss, his teeth smarting at your lip as he made his wants known with a gentle pressure on your shoulders. "Get on your knees."

He kicked your ruined dress under you to soften the ground as you sunk down, and you pulled at his belt to free him. He helped you, shoving his trousers and boxers down in one go just far enough so his cock could spring out and you could grab his perfect ass unencumbered by fabric.

He looked down at you as you kitten licked around the head and felt another rush of this heated primal positiveness that he had been feeling the whole night. A hand found the back of your head as you took him into your mouth, and his free hand shot out to rest on a side table to steady himself as pleasure filled his senses.

He stopped himself from bucking his hips in order to focus on the vision of you sucking him like a lollipop. It was outright pornographic, and all he could think about was that you were all his and his alone. "Fucken 'ell, Love." You moaned around him, and he used every ounce of self-control to pull you off of him and to your feet. "Get on the bed."

His hands were all over you as you made your way to the bed, and he ran his hands up and down your sides while you spun around to face him so you could lay on your back on the plush mattress. You settled on the pillows as his lips met yours, and he finally began to remove his clothes.

Bare skin hit bare skin as his lips started a journey down your body until he was lifting your legs over his strong shoulders and onto his solid back. He kissed the bend of your knee, his lips soft as his beard brushed your skin. He locked eyes with you and smiled softly as he continued his journey upwards, finally arriving with barely there kisses that had you pushing your hips towards him. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours." A hot, wet heat enveloped you as he licked you from the entrance to clit in one firm, wide lick before sealing his lips around your clit. Ray had always been a man who prided himself on his attention to detail, and your bedroom was no different; it was like he had committed precisely what you needed to memory so well that he didn't even need to try, and tonight was no different.

He seemed more desperate tonight; accuracy swapped for the burning desire to consume your whole, and it didn't help that he was moaning against your flesh like he could somehow feel what he was doing to you in his own body. The chorus of his name from your mouth only served to spur him on, and a forearm pressed your hips down so you couldn't move away from him as he used his free hand to slide two fingers inside you.

With his rough fingertips bullying your G-spot, you didn't stand a chance, and he was far too strong for you to twitch away for a reprieve as the waves of an earth-shattering orgasm took you like the undertow of a raging river. Your chest heaved as he pulled away, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before bringing his soaked fingers to your lips. You licked him clean only to have him kiss away the taste like you had slighted him by taking him up on his offer, and then he was slotting himself between your spread wide legs and grinding his cock against your sensitive skin. "Tell me me you're mine."

"I'm yours." You marvelled at his self-control, his face buried in your neck as he continued teasing you. "I'm yours, please Ray."

He took his cock in hand and notched it at your entrance. "Who do you belong to?"

"You." Your reply was desperate, your hands on his heated chest with fingers curled in a threat should he persist in his game, but he didn't, and seemly satisfied with your declaration, he slid inside you with one confident push. The fullness of it stole the air from your lungs, and you lifted your hips up to take him in faster as he bottomed out.

His hand found your hip, and his fingers dug in with force as he began to move, taking a steady pace that had the head of his cock brushing your G-spot with each pass. One of your hands wove into his hair while the other clutched at his back, and he pressed his lips to yours in a scalding kiss as he picked up speed. Mercifully, before he suffocated in the air stealing a kiss, his lips moved to your neck, and then his teeth were out, marking your skin like he was trying to prove a point about his ownership over you.

He pulled away for a moment and took in your blissed out face, faltering as the vision brought him teetering to the edge of oblivion far sooner than his ego would allow, so in a mix of the desire to uphold his pride and the need for more skin to mar he pulled out of your for a fleeting moment only to flip you over then slam back home as his teeth found more skin. He was overwhelming at this angle, and your fingers curled around the pillow as he slid a hand between you to rub your clit.

Ray would often tell you that you were good for his ego, that he could walk into a room where all the men would turn their heads to look, and he could smile knowing you were his alone. But this was something different, you writhing under him, stuck between frantic begging and breathless need made him feel like a God with you as his ever willing offering.

He captured you in another kiss as the edge neared, and you shuddered as, with one more precise circle to your clit, you fell over it. His hips didn't slow, and he growled into your mouth like a hungry animal as he chased his own high. "You're mine, I own you, understand?" All you could do was nod as your vision began to grey at the edges, but he must have accepted your answer because he all but roared as he came inside you.

His strength failed as it hit him full force, and the possessive beast inside him was finally satiated, knowing he had marked inside and out. He was mindful not to crush you, but he couldn't find it in himself to move away just yet, he couldn't let his hard work slip from you just yet. His lips were once again gentle as they kissed the marks his teeth had made, and you sighed as he brushed the stray hairs from your face.

His nose found its family home on the back of your neck, and his chest expanded against your back as he inhaled. "You must be intent on trying to kill me, My Dear."

You didn't have a clue what he was talking about, and rather than ask, you kissed him in hopes he would tell you anyway, but he didn't, and the weariness in your bones forced you to speak. "What do you mean?"

He finally rolled off you, and you laid on your sides facing each other as his hand ran up and down your side. "I can't understand how someone can smell so intoxicating, it truly is torture."

You reached up to lay a hand on his cheek, and he tilted his head to press his lips to your palm. "You get like this every month, I thought you'd be used to it by now."

He shook his head, sleepy. "Never, how can someone get used to being on fire."

"I suppose that's fair." There was more you wanted to say, but it was getting hard to keep your eyes open, and he could tell. Despite his own feelings, he was getting up to clean himself up before returning with his arms loaded. He brought you a glass of water and used one of your damp face cloths to cleanse away your makeup before using another damp cloth to remove the mess from between your legs, although he did pause to watch the evidence of your shared sin drip from your body and onto the expensive sheets as another wave of possessive filled him.

With his duty done, he disposed of the unclean fabric in a pile and climbed into bed next to you, wrapping you in his arms as he pulled you to his chest. "I love you y/n."

You relaxed into his arms and dropped a kiss on his chest where his heart lay. "I love you too, Ray."

In the morning, he would awaken you with ginger tea, a heating pad, and ibuprofen before climbing back into bed with you and soothing away your aches and pains until check out finally came. Room service would find no evidence of the mess Ray had left in the aftermath of your coupling, just a pile of towels already in the dirt laundry bin when they collected the cart at the start of their shift. He did, however, get a dirty look and a snide comment from the hotelier about what kind of establishment he was running. As you checked out, Ray took it in stride.

Fin

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Okay, yall know the drill by now

1. The bats all find out that Bruce has another son out there somewhere and Damian goes missing. The bats panic thinking Damian is planning to murder his new little brother, only when they track him down they find him playing Volleyball with this kid who looks a lot like Bruce who is excitedly explaining all the rules and player positions to Damian.

When Dami spots them he smirks. The bats all simultaneously realized Damian wasn't here to murder Danny, he was here to get a head start on being the "Favorite Sibling"

2. While he was out exploring different dimensions/ universes Danny managed to somehow gain the attention of the Justice League who then proceeded to track him down to Amity Park in his home dimension.

They keep trying to make things in Phantoms world better in hopes that this will make him trust them and he'll come out and introduce himself. The way they saw it was that this kid needed a mentor and community with other heroes around his own age to help him learn and cope with the struggles of hero life.

Jokes on them. Danny never wanted to be a hero and with the JL taking care of everything in a professional and humane way Danny saw no reason to keep turning into Phantom.

Batman, who was onto him, didn't like that Phantom wasn't asking for help but didn't want to take away this kids chance for a normal life.

3. Ace a/b/o au where danny finds himself in Gotham right before his heat hits. Panicking, he steals a whole bunch of blankets and supplies as Phantom and builds his nest in an unused apartment.

The bats track him down and Red Robin bursts in through a window. Danny freaks out and accuses RR of being a perv for breaking into an Omegas nest so close to heat. RR asks a few questions, mainly "Whats an Omega?" And "What did you mean by heat?"

He then gets a big whiff of heat pheromones and is promptly (and literally) thrown out. He later goes into rut despite being on suppressants that should have made this impossible.

Damian breaks in thinking that since he hadn't presented yet he would be fine. Hes kinda right. Danny immediately bombarded him with soft blankets and aggressively scenting him with, Home, Family, Pack, My child

Damian got adopted right then and there.

Damian can't say he really minds. Being accepted and loved by his friends and family is one of his biggest insecurities and its so tempting to indulge.

4. Danny begins haunting the Waynes and/or the Bats for a major perceived slight against him. This goes on for quite a while before it stops suddenly after the bats unintentionally made Phantom a grave without thier knowledge.

Danny thought they were apologizing and accepted the grave.

For the bats it was like this person/entity was tormenting them and then it suddenly just stopped. They are very confused.

Constantine/Zatana have no answers because by the time they got there it was already over.

5. Danny learned how to shape-shift and is using that power to just mess with people.

He appeared as a Yiga clan foot soldier (from breath of the wild) and fought a very baffled Red Robin, Pepsiman who just throws Pepsi at people, Roadrunner from Loony Toons to mess with the Flash fam, ect.

All was well and good until he was back in Gotham and saw the little sword Robin in a stand off with someone. Danny purposely landed on Robins shoulder as a tiny little bird, knowing that it would make the animal loving vigilantes day (night?) and ignored the humans surprise and the chatter from the heros opponent.

This turned out to be a mistake as Danny found his left wing run through with a throwing knife and Danny screamed. Naturally his scream sounded inhuman but also sounded nothing like a bird. In an instant all Danny could see was green as he launched himself at his assailant.

[gaelmartinewrites]

the werewolf and you pt iii (nsfw)

it’s been almost a year since you left home. you miss your family, of course but you don’t miss home. this is your home now. in a small cabin with your wolf. you spend most of your days swimming, hiking, and fucking. it’s like a dream but it’s all real and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

the cabin is small, smaller than the one you lived in with your family, but it’s comfortable. there’s a bed with animal furs for warmth. a chest and chest of drawers are up against the back wall. a small, oak table and matching chairs are placed against the wall near the door. there’s a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. it’s simple but you don’t need anything more.

your wolf is out hunting. you hope for deer, you’re tired of rabbit, but you’ve gathered all the ingredients to make a delicious stew just in case. 

it’s early afternoon and you’re outside sitting by the lake. the days are getting colder so it’s too cold to go for a swim. a frog jumps in and you watch it swim across. you’re so focused on the frog you don’t hear someone approach you from behind. it’s your wolf, of course. he sweeps you up into his arms and hugs you like he’s been away for years. 

you embrace passionately and kiss even harder. you’re wet instantly and he knows it. but you both know you can’t fuck every second of every day so he puts you down and you both head inside. 

as you walk behind your wolf, you see the two rabbits he caught. they’re a good size and perfect for a stew. he also shows you his satchel full of berries. you ask him if there was anything else out there and he tells you he saw a family of deer heading north but he decided not to go after them. he laughs when you frown, he knows you’re tired of rabbit, but he tells you that there were lots of deer tracks so there’s more somewhere in the forest. he promises to try again in a few days.

you go inside and you start preparing the stew. your wolf stays outside and cleans the rabbit. he’s quick and soon you’re taking your turn on the rabbit. while you cook, your wolf goes outside and cleans up. at home, bathing was done using barely warm water in a steel tub and a bucket. here, your wolf invented a shower system. the water heats up past warm and even though it’s outside it never gets too cold, even in the winter. 

after his shower, he comes in naked. you’re used to it but you still look twice to admire his body. he’s almost 6’4’’. his brown skin taught against his muscles that he earned from his time living in the forest. chopping wood and hauling dead animals have made him strong. you’ve also gained some muscles from your time here. 

he lays on the bed and closes his eyes. you move around the cabin as quietly as you can so you don’t disturb your wolf. once all the ingredients are in the cast iron pot, you place it in the fireplace to cook. you open the door and windows to let out the rising heat. 

you crawl into bed with your wolf and you close your eyes too. you’re not very tired but the heat radiating from your wolf lulls you to sleep. you don’t sleep long. the smell of the stew wakes you and you immediately get up to check it. it’s only been cooking for at least half an hour, it still needs another hour or so.

your wolf is still in bed but he’s no longer asleep. he’s leaning his head against the wall with a hand on his hardening cock. he looks at you with hunger in his eyes. like you’re something to hunt but it excites you. you’re quickly back in bed with his cock in your mouth.

you’re slow at first but your wolf’s cock hardens quickly. you take your time with the head while you hold his balls with one free hand. you squeeze and he moans. he brushes your hair back and whispers “good girl”. hearing him praise you makes you even wetter. you move down until your nose is in his hairy base. his cock is down your throat and you chock. you stay there for a moment, inhaling his scent and tasting his saltiness in your mouth.

you’re so wet you’re dripping. you feel a drop run down your thigh. you feel like you’re on fire and you can’t take it anymore. you want him inside you. you pop his cock out of your mouth and you lean forward for a kiss. you pull away quickly to undress then your lips are back on his. you kiss him hard while you position yourself on top of him. your wolf holds himself while you sit on his cock. you gasp in relief as you take him inside of you. you position yourself until you’re comfortable and then you move your hips slowly. he feels so good inside of you. like it’s where he belongs. you can’t keep track of how many times you’ve fucked but every time feels like the first time. like it’s a new experience for the both of you.

your wolf smiles as he holds you closer. you loom over him with your hands pressed against the wall. a growl escapes his teeth and you moan with each thrust. he tucks your hair behind your ear. he grabs a fistful and pulls. you jerk your head back and moan at the motion. he holds your hair tightly for a while before moving down to your throat and wrapping his large hand around it.

you feel the pressure from his fingers but you can still breath alright. you decide to follow suit and you wrap both your hands around his thick throat. you both stay that way for a few seconds before your wolf decides it’s his turn to take control.

without separating, he lifts you off the bed and then he puts you on the floor, on top of the bearskin rug. he thrusts inside you a few times before changing positions. he pulls out, flips you over, then he’s inside you again. you’re on your knees, back arched, and your face is pressed against the animal fur. your wolf grabs your arms and pulls them back. he fucks you harder and faster.

you scream in ecstacy with each thrust. you beg for more. you beg for him to go faster. you beg for him to go harder. to go deeper. you beg for him to never stop. he grunts behind you and you can tell he’s close to cumming. you’re almost there too. you want to cum together so you hold on until you feel your wolf tense. the walls of your pussy constrict around his delicious cock. you feel him shoot his load inside you and you cry at how good it feels. he collapses on top of you. you both fall into a sweaty tired mess on the floor. 

you both pant in unison. he pulls out and puts you on your back. you’re too tired to go again but you're willing for your wolf. you wait for him to reinsert himself again but he kisses your forehead instead. when he pulls away he looks you in the eyes and tells you he’s starving. you laugh and you pull him in for another kiss. 

your legs are weak but you're able to stand up and walk over to the fireplace. you check the pot and the stew is almost ready. it just needs another five minutes. you step outside while your wolf sets the table. the cool air feels good against your skin. your hair is a mess and you smooth it out with your hands as best as you can.

you go back inside and serve the stew. you eat until you’re full. you decide to save the dishes for later. you’re so tired. you and your wolf climb back into bed, and you fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

[badaleesbish]

I want to see something where Bada gets idol!reader pregnant and their relationship is public. I dont have a plot just want to see something cute. Maybe throw in some drama cause why not

Down bad bada is a must

What A Life. | Bada Lee x Reader

°SUMMARY:

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐."

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎."

~ 𝙹𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚒𝚔𝚘 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 (𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎)

°CW:

𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚐!𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 (𝚛. & 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊), 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳‼️ 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂‼️

There is a lot to being an idol. From having some sort of talent, just simply being a pretty face to look at to strict diets and contracts, hectic overloaded schedules, and toxic groups and companies, but there is something that is expected of you is an idol. Can you guess what it is...

Being the only one for your fans, a parasocial relationship if you will. You are supposed to stay pure and innocent for your fans, no sex, no relationship, no children, no drinking or smoking, no potty mouth. You are supposed to keep your fans as happy as possible, whether it makes you uncomfortable or not. Just do it with a smile, they say. Well, so much for not "breaking" the "idol rules."

You may have screwed up a few months into your solo career as an idol. Your relationship with your choreographer, Bada Lee, was exposed by fucking sasaengs and then was quickly picked up by Dispatch, fucking snitch. There was some hate with comments on your social media like,

"Unnie, you are not ashamed for abandoning us like this?"

"Well... there goes her career."

"Noona, a woman, seriously?!?!? Maybe you should get a real MAN?!?!"

"Wow, so we fuck our choreographers now."

"STAY AWAY BADA, YOU DIRTY CUNT!!!"

But despite the hate, you and Bada decided to go public with your relationship, which gained quite a bit of support with comments from both your fanbases,

"Come on, guys, just admit it. They are cute as fuck."

"Love it!!!"

"Both of my worlds are colliding. What the actual fuck?!?!?."

"My parents are so cute!!!"

"Made for each other fr."

"Look at how they look at each other."

You both were happy. Your careers were skyrocketing, and you two still had somewhat of a supportive fanbase together and solo. Your company were somewhat supportive but still made you apologize to fans to regain their trust again.

"So what you are telling me is that I have to apologize for falling in love?" You scoffed as you sat across from your manager and a couple of members of your staff. "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

"Well, ma'am, you signed a contract that states everything regarding the dating ban as well as the consequences that may follow if broken." Your manager said, pushing the contract towards you as well as pen and paper to follow. "It's there in black and white, ma'am."

"So what's next? Are you gonna make me apologize for getting married and starting a family, too? You said as you began to write your heartfelt apology to your fans.

"Well, let's just hope that doesn't happen, right?" Your manager said as he leaned back in his seat with a smirk on his face. "You are our money maker, sweetheart, so we kind of need you. Tell your bitch to wrap that shit up, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever." You scoffed as you pushed the pan and paper back towards him, standing from your seat as you made your way to the door. "Also, if I were you, I'd watch what the fuck I say since ya know, I am your money maker."

"So what do we do with it?"

"Bada, you don't have to do anything. I have to handle this."

"It should be fairly easy, right?"

Bada was quite confused about the whole situation. It's like, at one moment, you were perfectly fine and then you end up sick at the simple scent or taste of a food. At first you both thought it was your menstrual cycle until you realized you were a whole two weeks late. It can't be, right? There's no way... Is there?

"Okay, I'll just read the instructions and just go for it. What's the worst that could happen?" You grabbed the bag of pregnancy test and made your way to the bathroom with Bada hot on your heels. "Baby, just let me take the test, okay? Alone, please?"

"Yeah, of course. If you need me, just call." Bada said, kissing your forehead before backing up allowing you to walk into the bathroom. "I'll be right here, okay?"

You nodded as you closed the door behind you. Nerves began to rush over your body as you pulled the test from the bag and began to read the instructions.

"Okay, step one, remove the plastic cap and use immediately. Step two, hold the absorbent tip in urine stream for five seconds. Step three, replace cap and lay test flat. Step four, wait 1 to 3 minutes for results." You read, taking deep breath after the mouth full. "Alright, seems simple."

After five tests, constant hand washing and the struggle of just trying to pee on the stick, you were finally done and now is the even more nerve-wracking part, waiting for the results. The three minutes seemed like hours, but it was time, and to be honest, you were scared shit less. If these tests come out positive, what will this mean for both of your careers?

"Bada..." You called out for your girlfriend on the other side of the door. "Come in here now."

"What does it say? Baby, why are you crying?" Bada said as she rushed into the bathroom to see you sitting on the floor with a test in your hands as tears stream down your cheeks.

Bada looked over to the other tests on the counter. Her hands flew over her mouth as she let out gasp. "Positive... it's positive."

Bada sat next to you, wrapping her arms around your body as you sob into her shirt, still gripping to test in your hand. You are pregnant, and there's no going back now. It's not that you don't want children, you do, but not this early and not like this. You wanted to getting married and be settled, no more idol life just you, Bada and your baby living somewhere discreet and outside the public eye.

"What are we gonna do, Bada? What about my career? What about your career? The fans? The company?" You began to play out everything in your head of what would happen if the public found out. All the backlash and more negative comments. "I'm scared, Bada."

"Hey, it's you and I, okay? Don't worry about all of that. If this was not meant to be, then it would have never happened." Bada lifted your head as she wiped your falling tears, gently caressing your cheeks. "It's okay to be scared, baby. This is new for both of us. We're gonna take it one step at a time. Together."

You smiled weakly as you leaned into her touch, nodding in agreeance. "I love you."

"I love you too." Bada said, pulling you into a kiss. "We got this."

"We got this."

°AN:

Ummm... I really hope you enjoy this, and I am sorry for the VERY late response. Enjoy, tho!!! 💙

[pandorascripts]

I absolutely love your writing. I can ask for a yandere wednesday with a fem reader who is innocent and doesn't realize wednesday obsession, and when the reader try goes on date wednesday stops her

Ruins

warnings: yandere, obsession, mention of xavier thrope (I hate that man sm).

pairing: yandere!wednesdayaddams x reader

summary: wednesday cant stand the thought of someone tainting you before her, so when xavier tries to do it before she can, wednesday snaps. note: this is one the shorter side, maybe more of a drabble, but it’s one am and I’m a wee bit tired :^)

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Love. It was a truly odd thing when putting it out of context. If Wednesday told someone that she’d like to ruin you, taint you, break you down until you were as dark and deprived as herself, Wednesday would find herself in quite the unfortunate predicament. But if she was to say she loved you, wanted to show you everything she could do to you that would take away what most men find attractive in a woman — that being her virginity — people would surely agree, maybe event applaud her for the behavior. After all, it was similar to a man’s desire to ruin whatever he could get his hands on. 

Then again, there was something about your naiveness that had Wednesday melting like butter for you. The way you simply didn’t understand that her love for you was brutal, and dark, and completely wrong in the minds of normal people. Although, Wednesday never was truly normal, was she?

As she held your hand in hers, her mind raced with many different possibilities of how tonight could go. She could destroy you, make it so you could only ever dream of her touch, but she could also simply enjoy your innocence. Wednesday chose the latter, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t test it. She thought of ways to ask you on a date, to finally let you know of her love for you, but that all flew out the window at your next words. 

“Xavier asked me out,” you stated, shrugging as if it wasn’t a  big deal. 

Wednesday tensed, every part of her body trembled as she gritted her teeth. Why was Xavier nearing you? You were hers, Xavier had no right to touch her property. God, how she hated thieves. 

“You okay, Wednesday?” you asked, gently squeezing her hand. 

She shuddered. “Don’t go out with him. He’s a waste of your valuable time and simply a waste of space.”

You frowned, gaze returning to the packed halls of Nevermore. “Well, I dunno, he’s got some good traits, right? Like, he’s cool at art, and he’s not a total jerk —“

Wednesday cut you off, practically seething. “You will not be going on a date with him. My decision is final.”

She felt your hand slipping out of hers, a confused look plastered on your face. Wednesday scanned your features, realizing it wasn’t confusion at all. It was fear. Wednesday had made you scared of her. 

Desperate to save herself, she muttered some half-assed excuse. “Xavier’s only using you to get over Bianca. They have always had an on and off thing, and I just cant bear to see you hurt.”

You gulped sadly, nodding your head. Wednesday sighed, your hand was back in hers, right where it should be. 

A moment of silence passed between you two before you broke it. “Thanks, Wednesday.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

Wednesday looked down in shock, her shoulder gaining extra weight. There laid your head perfectly on her. She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Wednesday took in the smell of your vanilla perfume, the  scent completely intoxicating her and making her even more mad. She let out a heavy breath once more, moments like these were amazing. Just the peacefulness, and her desire growing along with her insanity. Not a single worry slipped through Wednesday’s mind. Only love for you, and everything you loved, swirled around her brain. 

Wednesday sighed. She’d played with the naïve part of you for too long. People were starting to get bold, and she couldn’t have thieves ruining you. Not when she so desperately needed to do it first. Wednesday was going to absolutely destroy you, and she decided that it was going to be very soon. 

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Tom Riddle x reader - blurb/how you(blank) because i need to write SOMETHING

How you meet - During 5th year, its a simple paired potions assignment and you end up getting paired with Tom. he's polite and charming of course, one must be to gain allies, even if they are...less, in his view.

How you gain his attention- Oddly, you don't pay attention to him like most of the girls do(frtho we all be drooling over him and blushing), you just get your work done and be polite. it gains his attention because 'whomst? doesn't react to my charms and face? i must find out the cause'. mans likes a puzzle to solve.

How it starts- he starts hanging around to try and solve the puzzle of you, he wants to know everything, every weakness and every tiny piece about the person who caught his attention. he surmises that he'll lose interest at some point once he learns enough/gains your attention like the other girls always give him. but the longer he hangs around, the more...comfortable he gets. he finds himself gravitating towards you, not really realizing whats happening until its already too late.

How he realizes- during another potions class, Slughorn was reviewing Amortentia and Tom smelled a particular scent that had him reeling back-his eyes going wide and ears turning pink. it was your perfume/shampoo/cologne/body wash/whatever. a smell he had gotten way too acquainted with over the last few months. (yes it takes him literal months to get to this point he is not a love at first sight kinda guy, he has to have some sort of connection) and he has a bit of a breakdown-because haha-WHAT!?

What happens after the realization- He distances himself right away, practically cuts contact. doesn't look at you, doesn't speak to you unless he HAS to. just goes cold turkey. right away he misses you and is just like *AHHHHHHHHHHHHH* but internally...this only lasts about two weeks before he decides 'fuck i miss them' and just stares at you for a good while before he gains to courage to go up to you and start talking again. he keeps his cool, of course he does, but inside he is screaming.

How he confesses- its right before summer break of 5th year, yes he takes forever to confess and he does it right before everyone leaves for the summer, just in case he gets rejected and doesn't have to look you in the eye until the next school term. For once he's fumbling over his words and he cant keep eye contact, his face slowly turning red as you stare at him with a small smile. depending on how you react, he'll either leave with a hidden smile or the STUPIDEST grin he's ever worn, or will wear. the grin will be if you kiss him on the cheek.

When you both come back for 6th year- Oh-he is NERVOUS-he didn't even know he COULD BE nervous. his hands are shaking slightly and he cannot focus on anything he is just so nervous about seeing you again. he hides it well, blank face and everything, but he moment he sees you at the train station, and you smile at him, he cannot help but smile back because holy shit they like me back and i wasn't delusional

lowkey i hc Tom is insecure in relationships(genuine ones)

How he is in a relationship- it takes him a long time to get properly comfortable. pulls back from any pda and wont even let you hold his hand. you can hold his sleeve or something but hand? nope. he's just so unused to being touched in a loving way that he's-almost grossed out by it? but once he finally starts to settle? ooooh he is the cuddliest thing on planet earth. feral cat that felt the loving touch of their human and now will never let them go. pda is at a minimum but now you're always holding hands in some way, pinkies interlocked and everything. study dates are the main dates, but he wont mind a date at the three broomsticks once in a while, as long as you find a quiet corner to hang out in semi-privately. will help you with homework but has to be offered something(wink wink just kidding its candy.) Major! sweet tooth, you could make him commit murder with the offer of sweets(lets be fr he wouldn't need candy to commit murder) jealous! jealous jealous jealous! and possessive, no one is allowed to talk to you, not with out several interviews from Tom and being cleared after taking a written exam on why they wouldn't try anything on his boy/girl.

loves to see you in his hoodies/sweaters, thinks its the best way other than hickeys to mark his territory. will happily give up all his hoodies to make sure everyone knows that you're his.

side note; i see so many tik toks(Slytherin boys react n stuff) that make him super threatening and menacing and willing to kill during the Hogwarts years. like he's smart. really fucking smart. he wouldn't risk anything just for someone he cares a lot about, torture? yes. kill? no. he's not stupid. he's not going to get caught over a stupid boy who gets handsy. will he later kill that idiot after graduation? yes, but during school? when Dumbledore is around to keep an eye on him? no. he's not stupid. he's not a murder machine, he's homicidal not stupid.

Anyway back to the point

Other relationship stuff-

Would take a long time to get to the point were he wants to go past kissing, hell it takes him forever to kiss you for the first time-like legit three months into the relationship. he would do knuckle/hand kisses and cheek kisses here and there-but it takes months for you guys to kiss properly for the first time. but anyway's he had never been attracted to anyone before you and takes a long time to get sexually active with you, mans is a virgin-everyone makes him a playboy and i look at his ass and go 'that man has never touched a girl a day in his life'.

So he learns with you, once he starts? oh yes he goes full horn dog. he is insatiable! cant keep his hands off you in private/semi-private. is pretty vanilla at first but he finds a spicy book and is very intrigued. learns he has a breeding kink very quickly and is very into choke play and control.

First and last love, if you ever leave him(haha you wont), he will probably never get attached to anyone romantically ever again.

Very protective and will keep you out of his 'darker' business, like the chamber and his followers and plans, wants to keep you innocent, to have something that isn't total darkness and evil. now if you're into that kinda thing he wont stop you, but he will keep you away from it all just in case.

Cold hands-will warm them up between your thighs-thick or not.

Has naturally curly hair, and only lets you see it-everyone else gets the polished hair gel look. it took him months to let you see it-but once you proclaim your love for his natural hair-he makes it a point to let you see/play with it before he puts his gel in/after he washes his hair at night.

can and will fall asleep on you, esp. if you're playing with his hair or scratching his scalp/neck, arms fully wrapped around you and konked out, very cute panther lookin ass.

steals ur pillows and switches it with his(he has good pillows and washes his bed sheets/pillow cases routinely)

mayhaps have stolen one of your blankets...you're not getting it back.

will help you do any homework you have trouble with, might even let you copy his homework for a price(wink wink fr this time)

by the end of 7th year, and you're still together, fully plans to buy a ring and marry you. no doubts about it.

[pursuitseternal]

“Melting:” a hurt/comfort ❤️‍🩹, nsfw 🔥, plot advancing update for Astarion x Cordehlia in “Our Blood is Thicker”

Astarion x Cordelia (f!oc) | E | 5K of hurt/comfort smut and deals with devils

Summary: When the mysterious stranger offers admiration for one dark past and a deal for information about another’s and scars they bear, Cordehlia finds herself left with much on her mind. And only one in her party and in heart who can console her.

CW: double past trauma, double self-loathing, sex as comfort, Sneaky insinuating devils with deals to offer, smut that goes just shy of saying the L-Word.

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Chapter 8: Melting…

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Smoke clogged her throat, and Cordehlia pulled at the collar of her tunic. Trying for a single gasp of free air. Then, her feet planted on a stone floor, the scents of mouth-watering foods fit for a king wafted with every breath.

She blinked her eyes open, taking in the glowing room, the warm, dancing fire, and the mysterious host that seemed to glower happily. He scanned the whole party, those deep-set eyes sharp, exacting. As if assessing for any and every weakness. Cordehlia could feel her body wind tight, ready to pounce. There was something… infernal… she could feel it, the heat and the sting of dark and demonic magic in the air. It would be a hard battle should it come to blows, one she would rather not take head on.

Perhaps the edge of her tongue would serve as better weapon for now. “Speak, devil,” she smiled, “what is the deal you wish to offer? Or do you only offer empty words, a great deal of lies to dribble instead?”

The stranger leered, smoke wrapping around his swarthy complexion until the brown of his skin peeled away, his glowing red true form bursting forth through the cloud of smoke. “I should have known the Bone Picker would be far too clever for a successful disguise,” his black eyes gleamed in the light, “at least I hope it was enticing… arousing. I wanted to put my best forward for you, my lady.”

He flapped his great wings, the warm air rushing around as he beat them even softly. “My name, my lady, is Raphael, and I wish nothing more than to entreat with you, to offer you the chance to be freed from your little tadpole problem…” He grinned, his sharpened teeth making even the air in her lungs burn, “…for a price, of course. A fair one, for the Lady Corvus, naturally.”

Cordehlia felt a brush of a body behind her, the knowing pressure at the small of her back that she knew as well as her own self. Astarion.

“I have never been one to enter into treaties. I usually just destroyed my enemies and left their bones to bleach. Or do you not know my legacy?” she smirked, hand raising to rest on her fateful blade, her pale fingers wrapping around its sable hilt. “Perhaps I wish to keep these Ilithid powers as my own…” she tilted her head, bored, confident. “Perhaps I wish to gain a few more for myself and my companions in the process? Some demonic spells perhaps… some Infernal magic?”

The devil raised his hands, a gesture of acquiescence. “If that is your wish, but I have more to bargain than a mere offer to remove the uninvited guest in your skull.” His black gaze flickered over her shoulder, eyeing with wicked amusement at the pale face that glared at him and bared his teeth at each suggestive remark made. “Perhaps I have more to offer in aid in regards to the more-than-invited guest you take in your bed, instead, my lady….”

The devil drew a single step closer, nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply. His exhale washed over her, forceful and indulgent. “You smell of him, you know. The scent of undead on your body, and in it. It would figure the Lady Corvus would take an undead lover to her bed.” Those thick brows quirked with seductive teasing. “Already too acquainted with death, my dear.”

That hand at her back pressed just a tinge harder.

Cordehlia said nothing, only leveling her exacting gaze at the devil before her. And Raphael only grinned wider. “I’m sure you’ve seen them… touched them… licked them… those Infernal scars across your lover’s back…”

“What do you know of them?” she replied, nothing more than biting sharpness in her voice, across her face. Hiding and swallowing all that Astarion truly meant to her.

“More than you, my lady, which is enough for you to consider the fairer-than-fair deal which I will offer you soon,” he grinned, leaning just a bit closer into her face. “But I’ll save the details for another time… another reason to find myself basking in your dark legacy, my dear.”

“Your respect… your admiration for my legacy is hardly convincing. Is that all I should base my trust in you on?” she added, cocking her chin in a hint more of defiance.

“Of course not,” Raphael leered, wings tucked in tightly behind his back as he leaned to whisper right in her ear. “I have something you want. Something your lover wants almost more than your hot, dripping… well, you know.” His smirk twisted with palpable lust as he withdrew. “That should make you jump at this offer more than any admiration I may have for your beautiful, bloody legacy. Besides, you know what they say…” he flexed his massive red leathery wings. “Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.”

Cordehlia stiffened, those fingers pressing at her back in earnest. “Very well, devil,” she hissed, that touch lightening as her acquiescence, “I will hear your entreaty when the time is right.”

“I am all a-twitter, my lady, to even have the promise of a bargain struck with you,” the devil grinned, his scarlet hand extended in the minimal space between them. “Shall we seal such a promising beginning, Lady Corvus?” His eyes narrowed, provocative. “How about with a kiss…” he began reaching for her hand, were it hung at her side.

“Not unless you mean with the kiss of my steel, devil,” she gave a mocking laugh, that blade slipping from its scabbard with a telltale scrape.

Instantly, Raphael withdrew, sliding a step back for extra good measure. “I mean no offense, and certainly nothing more than gentlemanly intent. Besides,” he looked up over his shoulders at the vampire barings his fangs, “I do not mean to take anything that may belong to so powerful a being as your vampire lover.” Those large wings on the devils back twitched and fluttered slightly as he drew straighter. “My pale friend, you should make every effort to keep so faithful a female at your side for all eternity. She must care for you a great and mighty deal if the Bone Picker deigns to entreat with the likes of me.”

“I shall bear it in mind,” he hissed from over her shoulder. “But how do you know of my scars, devil?” That silken voice sank in the vampire’s chest, guttural and feral and filled with suspicion.

The devil flashed those pointed teeth at him. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. Suffice to say I keep many fingers on many pulses as to what benefits me. Fingers, not teeth on pulses, unlike some of us…” The devil broke his stare, busying himself by examining those long, pointed nails on his hand. “Believe me when I say… I mean to keep myself on your good side, vampire.”

With that, even as Astairon inhaled to fire some jarring, sarcastic taunt in reply, smoke surrounded them all again. The world blurred, all ash and soot and darkness… until it was gone. The sun, the dirt, the clear air… they all returned to the same spot along the Risen Road.

“Uh… well,” Astarion broke the tense silence that fell around them all as they blinked in the sudden flood of daylight. “That was most curious…”

Cordehlia turned to stare incredulously at him. His face twisted with irony, his sarcastic appreciation narrowing his eyes and tweaking his smirk to one side. “Seriously?” she snipped, just a bit unamused. “We will deal with this later,” she squared her shoulders. “For now, we have to reach the Underdark before nightfall.”

“I see you avoided saying… before dark…” the vampire sniggered. “Before… under… dark…”

Karlach guffawed, elbowing the wiry, pale elf in the ribs. “Good one, fangs. You must be in a good mood. That devil seems to give you something to laugh about.”

But Cordehlia just huffed an exasperated sigh and started ahead. Smiling and shaking her red hair at the same time.

They made it… not for a lack of effort, they had found the Underdark, a way towards the answer of their tadpole’s powers. Now, they rested in the strange colored glow of fungi as it bathed them in a rainbow of softest light. Camp was made with relative confidence, magical wards already in place to keep out the strange monsters and creatures that crept in the dark.

And under it, as Astarion kept joking. He was nearly insufferable. Even Cordehlia was biting her teeth at his jibes, with every one, her mind raced over the encounter with the devil… with Raphael… she wished she could remember more of who he was, of where she may have heard or read of him and his demonic kind.

Of course, her stomach knotted, she could almost smell the memory of bloody battlefields, her skin sticking with the ghosting memories of gore. She shut her eyes tight, perched on the edge of camp to look into the strange, ethereal landscape they had found.

She hated it.

The dank, the dark, the monsters and mushrooms and crystalline caves. It felt like a prison.

It didn’t sit well with her. The devil and his offer… his knowledge of her dark and sordid past… and his clear knowledge of Astarion’s, as well. Last night, she had reclaimed her old self, the one that romped in the forest under the stars and savored her elven lover by crackling fires. But tonight? Tonight, she chewed her lips until it bled, might as well let it bleed and drip, feeling like nothing more than the monster she had been.

Bone Picker.

The title mocked her. Taking the blade from its scabbard at her hip, she looked over its shining metal, that diving crow etched just as sharply as when it was forged. No matter how many lives it took or throats it had slit….

She threw it with a grunt, letting it land into the sandy ground before her. Burying the blade point first into the ground…

Just short of a pair of legs that stopped suddenly in front of her. Ones she had not noticed, but ones she was glad had been spared her blade too.

Astarion gasped, boisterously offended. Annoyingly dramatic. “All the way out here? Playing with our own weapons alone and unaccompanied? What’s wrong with you, darling?” he almost whined. Pouting. “I thought today’s encounter was most fruitful… one more step closer to deciphering what that bastard carved into me. And we didn’t even have to ask.”

He sounded almost as if he was bragging.

“Thank goodness your reputation impresses all sorts, my love,” he crouched down beside her, his chilling touch wrapped around her chin to tilt her to meet his eyes. “But you’re not happy like I am. I thought you would be thrilled for me, for us. The sooner we know what’s on my back, the more we learn about just why Cazador wants me so badly that he sends his werewolves to track me down, not to mention that Gur Hunter, if you recall…”

But even if her face was lifted up, those sharp silver eyes remained cast away, staring at the dirt. “I am happy for you, for us.” She muttered under her breath.

But her stomach remained knotted. Cinching around the disgust and self-loathing that still came with those words. That title she never chose for herself. Monstrous. Bone. Picker.

“You may wish to work on your deception skills, Cordehlia, for they don’t work on convincing me,” he whispered. Quiet, worried, and a bit hurt.

That made her eyes dart to meet his gaze.

“Do not for a second wallow and regret your past again,” he murmured, a soft little stroke on her cheek. “If being Lady Corvus, the Bone Picker, is what gives us the answers to Cazador’s plan and these quite literally Infernal scars, then maybe you’ll see that all that darkness has served its purpose.”

She sighed. Heavy and hard. “I’m just tired,” she replied.

Astarion’s lips twitched, a rakish smirk just beginning to draw up that corner. “How tired?” he purred. “Too tired to come to our bed tonight?”

She gave a feeble smile in return.

“You will come to my bed tonight, won’t you?” he rasped, drawing his mouth against the edge of her pointed ear. “Besides, I could use your eyes to observe these scars, your hands to sketch them… and perhaps your very talented mouth to do… well, other things.”

Her smile widened.

“… after all, since I’ll have my shirt removed for your careful examination, we might as well make the most of it, don’t you agree, my love?”

Cordehlia groaned, turning her head, pressing her lips into that rakish and wicked smirk. All that darkness, that angst and pain, was dispersed like fog in the wind the moment she tasted him. He grounded her, that way he sucked her lips and tangled his tongue. He pulled her from those wisps of regret and shadows of shame, even as her body set on fire for more of him.

Always him. She would drive that shame and loathing from her body with every last fucking thrust tonight. If she had anything to say about it.

Astarion laid in the bedroll, eyes slowly shutting, head lolled in the crook of his arm as it cradled his mussy silver hair. He needed rest, needed to rejuvenate after the way she had let him do every little thing he asked of her in the privacy of his tent. But he bemoaned that closing his eyes meant he wouldn’t be able to watch that beautiful, sleeping form beside him. The way her breath slowly rattled in her throat as she laid there. The way her naked breasts looked tantalizing as her chest rose and fell.

She was… perfect. Cordehlia. He couldn’t even remember her last name. But she just felt so… right. The only one he could feel anything remotely like caring for… maybe even love for… though that was a dangerous word to use so quickly.

It didn’t scare him, however. For once, as he watched her resting body breathing, observing the rhythmic flutter of her pulse in her neck, smelled the scent of their mingled cum between her legs… it would the first time he would even contemplate the word.

Love.

But those sweet little thoughts dispersed. Suddenly, something within her shifted, he watched it happen. Her muscles clenched, her pulse racing even in her rest. That fiery red head of hers began to roll back and forth, as if she was shaking off whatever gripped her. Arm shooting wide, she knocked him fiercely, and a sound came from her mouth… chilling. A growl, a shriek. Some wild, feral noise that even made Astarion balk. She writhed and warped, eyes still shut tight. Signs he knew well from experience.

Her nightmare consuming her.

“Cordehlia,” he whispered, a hand on her shoulder and he leaned above her. “Wake up,” he spoke louder as she still just shook. “Just a dream, darling…”

Her own grip sealed around his wrist, her arm yanking his touch off of her, sending his body crashing down onto hers. She huffed through wet, clenched teeth. Those silver eyes flashing open and narrowed at him, unseeing, unfocused and filled with purest rage.

Until she blinked. Her body went limp beneath him, her face reddening with shame as she turned away, releasing his wrist and trying to roll her back to him.

Hiding.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, letting her turn away from him, sliding to remove any distance as he pulled himself flush against her back. “If anyone knows about just how real dreams might seem, it’s me, my love.”

She shook again. Small, almost imperceptible. But he noticed everything about her body. Always.

“The darkness may give us power… ambition… perspective… but it leaves its scars,” he added, carefully wrapping his arm around her. Slowly, he moved, letting his skin slide gently, hesitantly, watching if it was too much too soon for her to handle.

But she let him, her body relaxing the more he caressed and held. Until she shook again, this time, a sob escaping from her throat.

“Oh,” he cooed softly, pulling her shoulders even tighter into his body. “Oh, my darling, it’s alright, you are here, not fighting…” his lips were caressing her neck, comforting her soul. “You’re not covered in blood, but you might be covered in… other fluids, my love.”

Her sob shook to a wet-throated laugh. “Are you asking if you should add to them?” she sniffled.

“I mean… I never say no to you, darling,” he smiled as she rolled in his arms. “But perhaps,” he raised his brows, the soft brush of his hands stroking over the muscles of her back, “perhaps you should rest your body. After all that transpired today, I’ll allow it.”

For as mirthful and charming as his smile was, her face darkened, her stomach almost tangibly sinking as he held her tenderly.

“What was it…” he whispered, so hushed he almost dared not to ask, “what did the devil say that made you feel so… vulnerable, so unsure?”

“It’s not the promise of aid, or the allure of knowing what your scars mean,” she half-snipped in reply, her body tensing again. “Don’t you worry, love.”

He tilted his head at her bitterness. Eyes scanned her face, as if he could read what swirled and tortured beneath.

“Then what was your dream about?” he pushed, still soft and quiet.

Cordehlia averted her eyes again, busying their stare with the smooth, pearlescent span of his chest instead as she swallowed. “Bone Picker,” she finally replied through clenching teeth.

Astarion bit his lip, waiting.

At last, after a few more shaking breaths, she found her voice again. “I chose to be Lady Corvus, I chose to be the harbinger of death in defense of our kind… but… then… one battle, it all changed.”

Her eyes shut, her face burying into the crook of his neck, her breath quick and wet on his skin.

“All I saw was red… blood everywhere… our enemies, those who would deny us a home… they all laid at my feet. Every single one, dead. Not one remained to bury their dead… so they all were left to rot… to let the carrion pick their bones clean until they bleached in the sun.” Then, she fell silent, face pressing all the harder into the unyielding lines of his chest. “And from then on, children told stories and sang songs of how the Bone Picker would come for them… me.”

“You lost control,” Astarion whispered into the top of her head, “and it frightened you.” His hand stroked into that tousled mop of hair. “Tell your vampire lover all about it,” he gave a quiet giggle. “If you’re searching for someone who knows how it feels to lose control, or to long to lose control, then search no more, my love.”

She stilled in his comforting embrace. So still, he doubted she even breathed.

“You don’t have to be what others call you, be fierce and powerful and deadly to enemies who threaten you, but that doesn’t make you a monster, my darling.”

Still, she didn’t move. Maybe breathing.

“I… I might be a spawn, I might have lost the ownership of my body, been robbed of my freedom to choose for myself… but I will be no one’s slave. No one will call me that. Just as you need not be anyone’s Bone Picker…” he hesitated, softening his voice, trying to sweeten the words that made her shudder and writhe.

Subtly, she melted again, raising her damp cheek from his body to meet his worried gaze. Her lips twitched, uncertain, as if she didn’t know if she should speak with that mouth or kiss with it.

After another breath, she chose the latter, a soft little peck on his lips, a single one of her hands braced against his cheek. “Thank you,” she replied, tear-streaked in tone.

“Would it make you feel better if…”

“Yes,” she interjected, her hands already sweeping down that ridged plan of his stomach, gripping to the bony curves of his hips. Pulling him to roll and cover her with that comforting, if cold, weight of his body.

“…I was going to say, if I had a certain bone that I would love for you to do so much more than pick…”

She burst a single laugh, raising her hips to press against his, to drag her belly and mound over where she felt him already growing harder than bone between his legs. “You cheeky, witty…”

“Most people end such a phrase by calling me a bastard…” he giggled, high pitched, if quiet.

“I was going to say flirt,” she laughed. Music to his pointed ears.

“Oh, my love, I think flirtation ends the moment I thrust my cock inside you,” he grinded against her flesh, so warm even from the outside. Instantly, he could feel all the blood inside him rushing and pooling and throbbing with even more need stoked by this she-elf. By his lover. “Just in case anyone is a stickler for details…”

She simpered up at him, those shining silver eyes locked into his own, brimming with so much unspoken emotion… a veil to thoughts he wished he could read, memories he wished he could share again. But for now, he could offer her comfort, even if it was drawn from his own torture and given by his own body. It was less than she deserved, he thought.

Cordehlia arched beneath him, the air around them so still, so quiet in this darkness, in the safety of their camp and the shelter of his tent. But nothing calmed her, soothed her, flamed her with life more than the press and comforting embrace of him.

Astarion wrapped his arms round her back, his knee bracing in the crux of hers. And then he pushed, spreading her, grinding slightly until she moaned and arched and shivered. “What do you need me to do, Cordehlia?” his voice caressed her ear, warming the numbness in her belly.

“Just… love me…” she swallowed, “I mean, make love to me…”

He paused, trying to hide the way the words made his heart leap, dead as it was, it still ached to hear it.

“You deserve everything you ask for,” he purred, that cascade of pure seduction dripping in his voice, that smirk of charm twisting his breathtaking features. “After all, you didn’t hesitate to entreat with a devil that offended you…” his eyes narrowed, fangs bared at the memory, “…and who made far too many suggestive advances for my liking… although,” he huffed a bit comically, “I can’t condemn his tastes.”

“You’re the only one who I’ll let get a taste for me, my love,” her voice rang with her desire. At last. Again. Even as those shades of her past still danced behind the bright flecks in her silver eyes.

“Mmm,” he hummed appreciatively, approvingly. “Let’s keep it that way, my darling…” his lips hovered over where hers waited, and she couldn’t resist them any longer. That taste, that new scent she craved, she wanted to drown her loathing in it, silence that drumbeat of shame with the beating of him inside her again, and again, and again. “What do you want me to do?” he rasped once more, the words flowing between their sucking lips.

“Comfort me, numb me…” she spoke likewise, her hands bracing at the back of his neck to keep him joined to her. “Drown that shame of mine with how you pleasure me…” Arching her back, she pressed her breasts against his chest, wrapping her trembling thighs around his waist. “I want to feel like I never lost you. I want you to fuck me like you never forgot me, more than anything.”

“I will endeavor to please,” he purred, his mouth breaking from hers, trailing little nips and kisses down her neck to the rise of her collarbone, until at last he crept over her panting belly. Nestled between those thighs, he gripped the back of her legs, shoving himself until they draped down his back. His fangs skated over her inner thighs, and she gasped at the light scratch. That wet lap of his tongue ran towards her mound, his fingers already parting her, preparing the feast she offered.

She squirmed, that rush of her heart, that throb of her body, it melted so quickly from loathing to lust, from pain to pleasure. It was easy with him. Instinct driving her. Decades of history, countless times of enjoying one another, souls and minds and bodies.

And hearts.

With his tongue sucking her clit, his fingers crooking and dragging in her channel, it was so much easier to just feel. Not to think. Not to remember or be lost to the pain. Gods, that hot wave swirled and pooled and sloshed inside her with every touch. He drove her, numbed her, until her hands fisted in his hair and her hips rode the rhythm he played as he sucked her clean of every drop of arousal.

Until she shook and shattered and squirted more than he could lick with one stroke of that skilled tongue.

Astarion raised himself, grinning so arrogantly as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. And as she panted in the warm peace of her orgasm, she could see his lips shifting, pursing. As if he wanted to let some words free, but his hesitation won in the end. With that feral leering, his tongue brushing over the point of his fangs, he descended. His mouth crushed her lips, sucking and gnawing until she lost her breath and stars covered her sight. He thrust inside her so quickly, sheathing up to the hilt until his balls pressed and slapped against her with every pummeling slide.

And Cordehlia took it all, a glutton for him, for every place his body touched her, for every breath that deafened her ear and every jab of his tongue over her teeth until it tangled with her own. Addicted, devoured, she lost all emotion other than what it meant to be in his arms. Here. And now. Her hips rode his every spearing thrust, her ass shoved higher as his legs braced against it. Eyes shut tight, she let herself tumble into oblivion, held only on this realm by his taste in her mouth and the sweat-covered slide of his muscles over her belly.

“Gods…” she panted, her arms wrapped firmly around his shoulders, her fingers finding purchase in those scars she had sketched and examined and willingly cut deals over in order to free him from his own dark past. From whatever hold still remained on Astarion.

“Yes,” his voice scratched in his throat as he replied, breathless, “Gods, Cordehlia… so good… my darling… my lover…”

He groaned, closing in on his climax, she could tell. And that way that he abandoned all control, lost in the climb to pleasure, the way he fucked her without another thought in his head than filling her with his cum… it crashed into her. He took her with him, tumbling and panting and sweating as they both cried out. As spasm after spasm washed through both their bodies, separately and all at once, making Cordehlia whimper.

So wet and warm and filled. Her arms clutched around the back of his head, keeping his mouth filling her ear with every whistling breath and gutteral noise he made. “I… love…”

His lips kissed her neck, the smallest tip of his tongue tracing over the grooves of his bites. “Yes?” he whispered. And she felt it, his cock twitching again within her. A final pulse and push of his seed to drip down her thighs later.

“I love… this,” she sighed. A few more heavy breaths fighting for air beneath his weight, and she soon went limp. Totally comforted. Completely pleasured. She mewled as he ran his fangs over her neck.

“You know,,” he whispered between presses of his lips, “I haven’t had much to savor, to enjoy and remember over the centuries, but…”

Lifting his head, he met her longing gaze. She wanted more, not of his cock, not his body. She wanted him… all of him.

“…but I’m glad I decided to threaten you… to hold a blade to your neck….” He gave a little slide of his cock, even as it softened again. “Darling… I love…this… too.”

Every part of her body melted, molding to him as his lips trailed the sucking, bruising, cold caress of his lips on her neck again. She could let go of that sting of a simple name… a title… if it meant she could free him.

Shuffled off from covering her, Astarion laid at her side as she slept again, the pull of his long-needed rest taking him under. He hoped he would dream of her again… that they could avoid another bout of nightmares needing comforting. That those sharp and painful memories of Cazador’s knife, of the tortures in the kennels, and the slime of his own self-loathing could remain at bay.

Just for tonight, he clung to the hope of having his Infernal scars translated, the hope of identifying its true nature so they could stop its effect and just kill the bastard.

But those were not the only words the devil hissed that needled his mind.

You should make every effort to keep so faithful a female at your side for all eternity…

He clung a little harder to her then, the darkness of his rest closing in on him. He gave in, ignoring the sting of realizing that he stared down an immortal life.

And Cordehlia, she did not.

[puppyguppy]

You're trembling.

You flex your ha- no. Not hands. Wrong. Paws.

They ache. They ache in ways you can't comprehend; in ways your brain tries to block out. Your thoughts are fleeting, as is your consciousness -- something about phantom limbs comes and goes. Like the space where your fingers were once digging into the carpet, the digits now shorter, but sharper, tearing at the shag. Gone, wrong, but so, so right.

The way it hurts, it's like your whole entire body needs to teethe.

Bones and muscle grown too fast, synapsis switched. You want to run. You want to scream, and dig, cry, and crunch, you want to roll around and -- you can only do half of that now. And you know that, know this, but your rationality is warring with your newly gained instincts, and losing.

You'd been told to leave.

Not forever or anything, but just for...this. A night or two. Somewhere far, far away. Away from someone, anyone you could hurt; someone, anyone who could see, or hear, or -- like an abandoned building. A deserted beach. The thick of a forest. But, none of those had sounded safe to you. And wouldn't it have been worse, then? For you to freak out? At least, that's what you'd reasoned. Stupidly. Locked yourself away in your apartment, deep in your room, with the rawest, most organic snacks possible, already unwrapped, and a - a bowl of water. You'd grabbed extra bedding for your bed, and laid protective plastic down and fucking puppy pads on one half of your bedroom floor. You'd, at the very least, prepared.

But, everything in there has a scent.

Scents you usually like, yes. But not to this degree, not so overwhelmingly. It burns. Your detergent, the plastic on the floor, the constructive makeup of your whole apartment -- there's chemicals everywhere. There's so little that smells natural, something inside you riots like a rat in a lab. This is your home, where you go to escape and relax, and you're terrified. Unwelcome, in your own den.

You should've listened.

Why the fuck did you think you'd be different?

Or, maybe you'd just hoped --

Your head pounds, a white and then red rhythm, the same as your enlarged, racing heart. You hear things you can and can't describe, the decibels and tones of what you once thought was silence so loud, too loud. At least you'd managed to get through the worst of it on the protected half of the room. But, such a relief is short lived, as are your memories, falling from your head and drifting through your fur like the dirt you wish you were in. You can't remember your name. Or why you even needed one, or wanted one -- thoughts are feelings now. Too big and too strong not to do something with. Something about.

But, what --

You do and don't notice a sound. It starts off so small, but not insignificant; foreign from the rest, and it makes your ears snap and swivel. The feeling makes your stomach churn; old muscle moving in new ways. It's hard to focus on the sound, until it's louder, which means closer. A pattern opposite to the pounding of your bones. A heavy, fast-paced thump thump thump -- though, one thump sounds a bit different. You don't know why, don't know what it is, but automatically, it's dangerous. You feel the urge to protect; not this place, but this body. And you know you will fight.

Fighting is right.

Fighting will feel good.

You're ready. With new teeth and talons; both bared, as your body poises to strike. To leap and sink in, to stretch out and give in. This body is yours. You'd survived, you'd earned it.

When the door to your apartment is kicked in, the sound of it shatters through your senses like a bomb. The floor beneath your vibrates -- no, you vibrate, your freshly added vocal chords thrumming in threat. It's a growl, it's a warning, and one ignored as the human gets closer. That's what you smell, first and foremost. Human. Male. When the door in front of you is given the same treatment, the shock of it is enough to send you reeling. In the split second you could've attacked, instead, you buckle, whimpering and then whining as the sound of it, and then the scent of it, is too much. You're too weak, too new, too alone --

"Down."

It's human, but you understand the command, and it shoots through you like an arrow. Like a gun. Like silver, something you know to be bad, to avoid, in the form. It's a second of clarity, of thought instead of feeling, and you obey the command easily, and almost eagerly. You're already halfway down, anyway. "Stay down."

The sudden weight over your shoulders and across your back stuns you, and you snap your eyes open. They shouldn't have been closed so long, you should get up, you need to get up. So you start to squirm, and growl again, but that weight gets heavier, stronger, and wraps around your neck, under your front legs --

"Shh, I've got you."

There's a new sound.

A new vibration.

A rumble not your own.

But, all at ounce, you also recognize it as your own. One of your own.

Wolf.

And then the rest is familiar, too. The voice, the scent, the long streaks of black hair falling into your face. The cooler press of a silicone prosthetic against one of your hind legs. Silicone, not the metal one. That's why it'd sounded different. He'd changed it for this. For you. Because he knew you'd been stupid. Again, you want to run, but now to hide, and as if sensing this, the human atop and around you moves. Your head is more or less slammed down into the floor, front legs on either side, whilst your back legs remain standing, locked, with your ass up and --

There's teeth in your neck.

Dull, human teeth, digging into the shaking muscle close to your shoulder. Too weak to break skin, but strong enough to get the point across, and a slew of new emotions swim through you. Along with some thoughts, and a few memories -- a confusing concoction which slowly creates only one conclusion. This position was...vulnerable. You'd been forced to present. Were being commanded to submit.

This was a mating press.

And the human performing it --

Was doing so as a comfort. A distraction.

Out of love.

There's a language barrier like this, but still you try, as the first wave of safety ripples and soothes down your spine. You roll your tongue around your mouth in a happy whine, and your tail twitches to wag where it's kinked between the two of your. A weird feeling, one full of possibly pleasant tingles. And when your next sound is something still animal, but akin to Shouta, the laugh that flitters across one of your ears is worth the trouble.

"Good pup."

[little-cereal-draws]

Details I noticed on my second and third rewatches of Werewolf By Night

Jack reached out to touch the bloodstone as soon as he got to the funeral. If he hadn't been interrupted, he would've blown his cover immediately and been killed, let alone doing anything to save Ted. He's such an idiot (affectionate)

When he's talking with that Scottish hunter in the beginning, he says, “I can almost smell the blood on your hands.” Foreshadowing much?

What happened to Elsa’s mom? They imply it's something 'terrible'/dishonorable but they never say

When they're all being introduced in the circle and listing how many kills they have, when it comes to Jack the line is “And over 100 deaths. Give it take.” I thought it was interesting how they suddenly used deaths vs kills (especially because Jack probably told them that. Let the angst begin lol)

It says "This end up on coffin" lol

Jack chews on his lip during Ulysses’ speech about the strongest hunters gathering and the crusade against monsters. It's so very subtle but you can see he's nervous

Jack looks scared and concerned when they get told the stone would be put on the monster. It's a split second but his eyes get wide and he goes :o

The set is actually amazing, especially the garden maze

In the tomb Jack gets the most brilliant smile when he says he's "not that kind of hunter" and Elsa says she’s not either. He probably thought she was secretly some kind of monster too for a second because his face literally looks like when a dog sees another dog or when a queer person sees another queer person in public. Like "Hello!! You're like me?? Like me??? Hello! Hi!!"

When talking with Elsa about families, Jack says, “My family was very different.” Why does he say "was???" What happened to his family??? (Another opportunity for angst lol)

In that same conversation, Jack also says, “We think that by doing something specific we cannot be like them.” Why does he want to be different than his family? What specific thing did he do? I need more backstory!!

All the bugs and spiders crawling out of Aunt Frances' tomb was a very nice touch lol

Laura Donnelly's (Elsa’s) acting. She's trembling. She genuinely looks terrified but like she’s making herself be brave anyway. The single tear that rolls down her cheek right before he turns and how she just nods at his apology because she can't trust herself to speak? The way she's made herself as small as possible and is partly covering her head in fear but can't look away as they shoot him? The way her breath keeps hitching because she has no idea if she's going to die or not as she reaches out to touch his face at the end? It's so much more genuine and realistic than other MCU acting I feel. Like ofc the other actors in other projects are talented but I don't feel like they get scared often or get scared in a realistic way. Like if I was trapped in a cage with an angry werewolf, I also would be curled up on the floor crying. 10000/10

Before he turns, Jack says he has “systems” in place to stop himself from turning or at least calm it down. Besides locking himself inside, what are his systems?? I want to know!!!

When Elsa asks if remembering people's scents have ever worked before, Jack immediately shakes his head. Almost as an afterthought, he says “Once.” Who was it??? Why is he still so sad if it worked?? Did they die immediately anyway for some other reason??? Did he not recognize their scent until it was too late??? I NEED BACKSTORY! (and more angst)

When Jack asks to be killed as he is "or there will be no mercy," the old lady, who's name I can't remember, says, “Our system is built on mercy for you.” She genuinely seems to believe it for a second before bursting out laughing and going back to being evil. The story is told from the perspective of those against the hunters, but I want to know what the thought process/justification of the hunters is! Ofc they're doing it to protect innocent people from dying (like they mention) and there is certainly an element of personal gain/ego in it but how do they believe they're having mercy on the monsters themselves? What's the ideology behind it all?

In werewolf form, Jack's eyes glow in the dark but when you get up close, they look like human eyes

The blood on the camera. Such a cool touch

A list of things Ted had at their camp: Two suitcases (one with clothes in it), a sunflower mug, a deck of cards, a cowbell (why is there a cowbell??? lol), a gramophone, a guitar, just the phone part of a phone booth (again, what???), a blanket, and a fire extinguisher

Jack uses both hands to hold the sunflower mug because he's so shaky and tired, he would drop it otherwise

The groans Jack makes as he stands up lol That is also how I sound when I stand up

Jack and Ted's banter on the log. It doesn't matter if you don't know what they're saying, you can instantly tell they're best friends. The way they're laughing and pushing each other and how quickly it switches into annoyance. ...Which only lasts a couple seconds before they're chummy again. True friend conversation

Ted's eyes are really cute in color. His pupils are little star/flower shapes

[astrophelstella]

Genshin Characters as Omegas pt.2

Your the traveler who's not from this world and hasn't experienced what alphas, betas and omegas are. But your still an incredibly powerful Alpha with the strongest of scents. The rest of the omega characters are scrambling in their attraction to you.

Characters: Thoma, Ayato, Albedo

Warning: Not beta read

Thoma

Being from Mondstadt he was never pressured into being a traditional omega but he picked up housekeeping bc he liked it and it helped out his family when his dad left.

Other nations would consider an omega traveling alone to a different nation to be dangerous but he went to Inazuma anyways. While he was stuck for a while, he was quickly hired by the Kamisato family. Being an omega only made trusting him easier and he could relate to their head, Ayato.

The strict traditionalist way Inazumans treated their omega was something he learned to deal with. It helped he was a known fixer and close to a noble clan. But with this, he made sure to look out for other omegas who weren't so fortunate.

Despite being an outsider, he gains the attention of plenty of Alphas and Betas. He was the perfect housewife after all. He's comfortable with being an omega and acting like one, but it never stops him from work.

Like right now, as he stands before you. A renowned Alpha Hero that saved two nations. Rumors spoke of their strong presence and he could confirm, hiding his flushed face as his nose took in their overwhelming scent. They were attractive too.

The feeling grows after he was rescued from the vision hunt ceremony. Watching you defy a god for him momentarily made him lose his breath. He never felt more like one of those omega damsels in stories than then. From then, he promised he would repay the debt he owed you.

His eyes would wander a lot around you. Watching your muscles as you carried heavy objects around or moved in a fight. If you were sweating, he had to lead you somewhere more private since you were starting to attract omegas.

Holding in his purring whenever you provided him something or proved your capability as an Alpha. When you gifted him a scarf after learning how to knit from him almost set off his heat. He wished it was scented but it was only a friendly gift and not one that announced intentions to court.

Still, he wore the scarf from then on. Enjoying what little of you he could smell from it. Sometimes, when no one was around, he would hold it to his nose and breath in. Or to just enjoy the soft fabric.

Sitting next to you when you're enjoying a meal at Komore Teahouse. He finds himself staring as you converse with Ayaka or eat food. Seemingly mundane activities suddenly seem mesmerizing. you'd notice his gaze and turn to him with a questioning look, making him look away flushed, hand to his neck nervously. Ayaka eyed him knowingly.

Blushed when you presented him with a bouquet of windwheel asters. That whole time felt like a fairy tale. Being gifted with something that reminded him of home from an Alpha he liked had sent him further into his feelings. Would recall that moment like a wonderful dream as he goes about cleaning the mansion.

Or when he's lost in the throes of his heat he remembers you grabbing his waist to prevent a fall and how you didn't let go for a time. He remembers that little charm he gave you that he sees worn on your belt.

Ayato

Since birth, he was raised on traditional omega values and manners. But his parents were happy enough to make him clan head. An unusual practice among nobles.

He faced the worst of those views as he rose to take on the position of clan head. Many believed Ayaka should have taken the spot but she was too young to bear such a burden. Nothing stopped him from protecting his family.

Snubbed every offer for marriage and courting. While he still went about with all the elegance of an omega, he wouldn't hesitate to put people in their place. Never letting his instincts slip. Not like any Alpha or Beta came close to impressing him.

That is until you stopped the vision hunt decree and engaged in battle with the Raiden Shogun. Your influence was incredible, stretching across three nations that regarded you as a hero. From the knights of Favonius considering you one of their own, the head of the Qixing being your friend and now both Watatsumi Island and the Shogunate seeing you as an ally. It only made sense he would meet you personally.

What really got his interest though, was the friendship you had with Ayaka. She was genuinely happy spending time with you and taking her to that festival reassured him of your character. And what a character you were.

He held it together as you introduced yourself but he could understand what Thoma and the rumors say about your scent.

Liked that you never acted like those pompous Alphas even though you did have a good reason to with your power. What's more was how disconnected you were to everything, from the politics to the mundanity, you seem to walk separate from it all.

It was why he found himself spending time around you. There were a lot less work thanks to you. Plus, someone had to get those pesky omegas looking to take advantage of your reputation away.

You'll have a handful with this one. In private he's awfully cheeky and playful, a contrast to when he's out in public. If you have any work that needs to be done, good luck trying when he's trying to get your attention.

During vulnerable moments he gets almost shy. He's not used to being genuine outside of family or being intimate, not since he was little. What was scary was how easy it was to be genuine around you.

Can't get you out of his mind during his heat. Maybe he'll make a plan for you to guard his door next time. He doesn't need it with the estate in lockdown but you don't know that and you're so willing to help. He wonders how much it'll take for you to crack when his scent fills the area and the weak sounds coming from behind the door you're standing guard for.

Albedo

Had no interest in his second biology beyond scientific research. He would take in other people's scents or take down notes while in heat.

He was an odd omega though he took care of Klee and was rather soft-spoken. Maybe he was just odd in general. Still, his looks and manners garnered him the occasional admirer.

When he first met you in Dragonspine, he was quick to make his interest known to you. He wanted to know how being not from this world affected your biology, or how you even had similar biology to them.

Fascinated as he listens to you explain the lack of any omegas or alphas in other worlds. Gladly informs you of what one needs to know about Teyvat's second gender.

While he does regular tests on you, he has a few...other tests in mind. Including taking something scented by you to see its effects on him and others.

Eventually, he ends up keeping it to himself as it comforts him. Doesn't mention it unless he asks you to scent it again, for science.

Has you sniff his neck to see how an omega's scent affected you. Ignore the flush on his face. Confused by the fluttering in his chest. Makes a note to look into it later.

Studies your expressions constantly. Very pleased when he notes the facial changes when you get a whiff of his scent. Creates plenty of sketches of your expressions alone.

When he does figure out that he's caught feelings, looks into courting you traditionally. Spends his free time in your teapot wanting to see you.

If his heat is ever near he lands subtle hints in letting you in his nests. Unfortunately, it flies over your head and you just agree to guard the door so no one disturbs him.

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Note: Sorry the second part took a while. Had to move. With Al-Haitham coming next I know who I'm doing next ;)

[dragonberrycream]

Puppyboy!Shane 🦴(SDV)

A fat Labrador mutt mix that the shelter deemed “aggressive”, he has to be muzzled and just sits in the corner.

He’s really not aggressive, he’s just depressed in all honesty. He used to be a bat retriever pup at gridball games but they dumped him at Stardew Shelters when he got older, poor thing hasn’t been the same since.

Farmer goes to see what pups are available since they have plenty of farmland now, surely a dog would love the wide open spaces. There are plenty of pups that are practically falling over themselves to introduce themselves to Farmer, young things with glittering eyes and wagging tails.

Then there’s Shane who takes one look at Farmer and decides he wants nothing to do with them. The shelter warns Farmer that Shane has bitten before and that he guards resources, not ideal for a first time pup owner.

Farmer is head over heels for him, of course. The walk home is a long one, Shane stopping and setting his fat ass on the concrete and refusing to move another step. It’s an amusing scene really, watching Farmer carry this fat Labrador man on their shoulder all the way to their farm.

Shane hides for the first few days when he’s brought home. If he can fit under the bed that’s his main hiding spot, otherwise it’s under blankets and he’s fully convinced Farmer can’t see him this way. It takes a lot of time and effort on Farmers part to gain Shane’s trust but once they do, he’s a very loyal pup.

He loves to follow Farmer everywhere on the farm, working off some of that weight he’s gained. Not to worry though, he’ll always be fat and happy if Farmer has anything to say about it. Farmer loves to give him a taste of the crops they’re growing, his nose scrunching and showing his displeasure when he finds a scent particularly distasteful. It makes Farmer laugh every time.

Life is amazing until Shane has a moment of aggression over a toy and bites Farmer. It doesn’t draw blood but it’s enough to make Farmer yelp and pull away in shock. Shane is shocked at himself, he thought he was doing so well. He was a good boy, he thought he was a good boy now. Farmer can tell he’s guilty and ashamed and doesn’t hold it against him, that doesn’t mean Shane isn’t going to make himself sleep on the front porch tonight as a self punishment, though. This is something that Farmer has to work with Shane on.

All in all he’s a precious man and deserves to lay in the grass while Farmer rubs his belly. His tail won’t stop wagging when they do that, it’s almost as good as ear and chin scratches.

NSFW Below

He’s a perverted little pup is what he is. He genuinely can’t help it, a little whiff of you after a hard days work and he’s hard as rock. Underwear will go missing for days and then reappear covered in drool and cum, usually accompanied with holes that have been chewed. He always gets in trouble for it but will always come back for more.

Humping. Humping everything, everywhere, all the time. It’s the worst when he’s in rut, no firm, shapely surface is safe from his wrath. He’s ruined multiple pairs of pants, blankets, pillows, even bed corners. He gets annoyed and irritated during his ruts too, drama queen for real.

“Shane.” “Nghnn.. huff… huff…” “Shane.” “Fuck off, you see I’m busy!”

Then of course you have to punish him for being a shithead of a pup, it involves a lot of making him beg and reminding him of who he belongs to. Stuffing his nose into your crotch and watching as he gets overwhelmed with the scent, his cute cock twitching with want.

Oh he’s such a good boy now, putty in your hands. He just wants to hump your leg for a little bit, that’s not too much to ask, is it? He’ll lay his scruffy face on your thighs, those floppy ears of his all perked up and attentive. And that cute ass tail of his. It’s going a million miles an hour now as he continues to scoot more and more forward.

Of course, Farmer will cave and whether it’s Farmer fucking him or him fucking Farmer, Shane is gonna be a drooling mess. He whines and he pants and he is loud. Thank goodness Farmers land is quite a ways from town. He’ll moan and babble about how he’s Farmers good boy. He’s not a dumb mutt anymore, he’s Farmers precious boy.

Shane fucks the hardest during his ruts or when he’s jealous. When Farmer comes home and smells like other hybrids, he just can’t stop sniffing them. Where have they been? Who touched them? This is unacceptable, this must be corrected! Cue Farmer being pinned down and roughed rutted against as Shane asserts his scent and his dominance.

Shane is always all cuddles after he’s cum, snuggling up and enjoying as farmer strokes his ears and lets him stuff his cock in them as they both fall asleep. <3

GRRRRAAHHH I LOVE PUPPYBOY SHANE HRHRHG

[razbunz]

Comforts of Home

CW: Mostly Fluff, Toji x F!reader, Insinuated olderbf! Toji ,Established relationship :)

College was probably the best and worst idea you could ever come up with.The lengthy dreadful hours that you made trying to improve your education seemed appalling now. Fluorescent lights too bright for your sensitive eyes,melts you into the dirty laminate table below.And you almost believe you would dissolve if not for the Air Conditioning chilling your prickling skin,raking it over with goosebumps.

Not to mention your Pre-Calc professor drones on and on despite the lack of students' understanding. For a second you think you might just die here and not even go home. But that’s the only thing pushing you forward through your last class of the day. So as your professor drills on through endless equations- In & out of sleep,where trying to take notes only results in your hands shaking and fingers cramping.Everything is just too much.

You need to go home.

The all blessed time of 6:00 gets you out of your daze and packing up to go home,footsteps are dulled by the subway stations racket.Dragging yourself on the next train,you silently pray you won’t collapse on the way there.

Exiting the station and breathing in the cool night air makes your head pound with more vigor and intensity,The wind chill pinching your nose with cold.Walking the streets until you look upon your house.An orange glow of a lantern with succulents and potted flowers dotting the doorway compliments your favorite planter;a frog with its mouth open with a jasmine plant standing tall and green-The scent makes you beam with sudden joy.Quickly you juggle your keys clicking them into the door,shutting it behind you to maintain the warmth of your home.

“Angel?”

His voice floods your eyes with a wet sheen,Tears seconds from falling.

“I’m home,Toji” your voice cracks at the end,And his large figure appears in the foyer-A smile twitched on his lips extenuating his scar,

Happy to see your smaller form home.You can’t prevent the way tears fall down your cheeks,Exhaustion apparent now.

“Angel?What's wrong?” His smile falls,face now full of concern.His arms are outstretched and you tumble into them-Shaky sobs wrecking you.

He closes your arms around you,The tight grip of his arms calms your hyperventilating to sniffling.

“It’s okay…You're okay.Alright?” Tojis voice is honeyed in care as he rubs your back and runs his calloused hands through your hair.Gently untangling the knots you gained throughout the day.

“M’Sorry toji” your voice is weak with apology.

Toji sighs “None of that.” He cuts off any attempt you have to argue against him by lifting up your head and making you look at him.

“I- but your job is so much harder than mine, all I have is school and keeping my grades in check.You have to worry about everything!” Your voice and eyes burn in shame,And you look away from him.

“Look at me.”  Reluctantly you stare into his Jade eyes.

“School-“ he pauses “School is hard,Trust me I wish and can only imagine all of the things you are doing! And I might not know everything but it doesn’t take a detective to figure out math is very different then what I do.” 

He removes his hand from the small of your back and wipes away your tears,Whispering in your ear “You’re doing great baby,You always do.” Kissing the top of your forehead softly.

You don’t even realize that he is leading you to the couch and sitting you down to relax.

“Wanna talk about it more?” He suggests and  kneels down to look at you directly, gently placing his hands on your thighs.

You wipe your cheeks thinking momentarily “Not really” offering him a reassuring smile.

“Soooo what do you want for dinner then?” He really knew how to cheer you up.Food was always a way to your heart.

“Can you make grilled cheese pleaseeee” you pout and look at him in the kitchen.

“With soup?” He questions already knowing your response- “Mhm!” You nod and smile eagerly,Watching him fondly and he goes through the fridge.

*

“Dinners served sweetheart” his baritone voice along with the scents of tomato and thyme fill your nose,waking you from a small catnap.

Sliding into your seat you speedily eat down your grilled cheese and soup.The homey food begins to settle your senses at last.

You wash off the little dishes there is.And meander to the bathroom,turning on the hot water so steam fills the room already.

The steam spills out of the room and you face Toji entering the bathroom quickly shutting the door to keep the hot air in.He looks at your figure up and down silently admiring you,

“You look so beautiful” his voice is so distant but so close.So personal.

Rough hands come to rub up and down your sides,his hands grabbing and lightly pinching your tender skin-Rubbing over wherever he can 

with his serpentine eyes.“Missed you a lot” you whine,he hums and responds with a husky voice “Yeah? Mmm me too” he kisses your cheek and pebbles them lower to your neck,Trailing them all the way down to your collarbone.Nipping and placing his canines on your body

“I’m not clean yet Toji-” you weakly try to argue against his loving assault.He plants one more kiss to your shoulder and stands up to his full height,Towering over you once again.

“Let's shower then.” As he finishes taking off your clothes.Skilled hands unlatching your bra and cupping your breasts as it falls to the floor.

“You're so mean,Don’t tease me” You sulk and step into the shower,hot water immediately easing your strained muscles.

 “I'd say that's half my job” He snickers and it’s impossible not to feel his shit eating grin behind you.Turning around you look at the older man still fondly despite his snarky comments.Even if he was an asshole sometimes-He’s the best one you know,caring for you in his own kind of way.Making it easy for you to just drift away as he washes your hair,Any attitude being washed down the drain.He dries off your body being careful around more sensitive parts-You put on his your hoodie and crawl onto the bed,In no time the mattress sinks from the other side and you cuddle up to Tojis warm body, His heat spreading to you large hands slithering up your body and pulling you even closer to him,Chest to chest.And he smiles,Lips curled up and teeth bright with ever so slight dimples dotting his face.

He almost looks gentle,despite the scar raking his lips.He reaches over to snuff the candle and as the fire flickers it goes dark.Tossing over a few blankets he makes sure your wrapped securely,knowing that the consuming darkness still scared you.You thought it was dumb and childish.He thought it was endearing to no end.He caresses your cheek whispering words of affection and reassurance-Soft kisses to sloppier ones,Noises of laughter and humming familiar tunes start to make your eyes droop.Hearing a soft murmur that makes you blush wildly. “I love you.” A delicate kiss follows his affirmation of care.“Love you too” You profess back.

At heart Toji was a lover

And you were lucky to know it.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this is my first fic on here and I might write more for fun :))

[thesmallmeggles]

🐍More Polytheus Thoughts🐍

Because no one can stop me >:)

🐍 Workaholic. One may need to physically drag him away from whatever he's doing before he burns out

🐍 Sells gossip. He loves spilling the tea, especially if it benefits him in someway

🐍 Since Poly is part snake, making him cold blooded, he prefers to sleep near something (or someone) warm. He gets really sleepy following a meal. Has a dedicated napping nook with pillows and bedding for colder months

🐍 He doesn't need to eat all that often. Mainly eats fish and (maybe) slugs/snails. He fears being hungry because it leads to him acting more on instinct

🐍 Related to this, being part snake bestows him with a powerful sense of smell. His least favorite scents are sulfuric, citrusy, or spicy in nature - which is why he avoids kitchens and pantries

🐍 What if the reason Polytheus dislikes most soups is because most of them are made with onions and/or garlic?

🐍 Polytheus has attempted to fish barehanded before... It didn't end well

🐍 Polytheus enjoyed messing with Panthea because he knew he could get a reaction out of her and also because she couldn't harm him in any significant way

🐍 He makes his own maps or he might have only made this one he's holding in the screenshot below. Otherwise, maybe he bought it from a Dark Elf

//Image Description: Screenshot from Mia And Me Season 1 Episode 11 depicting Polytheus in a forest holding a map scroll. The map has a stylized metal snake handle//

🐍 There's one episode where Polytheus says he doesn't sell weapons or potions. Given how interested he was in Rixel's mind control substance - potions might be a case of, "wouldn't sell regularly, but if someone were in the market then why not?" Weapons are a hard no; they remind him of bad times :(

🐍 Speaking on that point, there was a time when elves treated him worse than what we've seen in canon. Line of thinking goes: “Dark Elves are our enemies. They work with snakes. Therefore, this snake man is an enemy.”

🐍 He can talk to snakes. They're really only useful to him for learning about current island events, and sometimes, not even that

🐍 Season 2, Episode 12 introduces us to the "Friendship Crystal" Cave, created by the Crystal Unicorn. Allegedly, the crystals in this cave will reveal one's best friend - something Polytheus himself wasn't aware of until traveling through there with the Trio + Onchao.

Anyway, Poly gains one friend at the end of the day.

//Image Description: Screenshot from Season 2, Episode 12 depicting Polytheus staring into a crystal showing a smiling Mo//

My question is: Does the cave have a generous standard for who it considers someone's best friend or is receiving a gift with no strings attached once is enough for Polytheus to consider someone a best friend? (Mia must not have shown up because reviving that plant in Season 1 was so Buttercup could eat. Not an action that directly impacts Polytheus.)

If it's the second thing... He must be really lonely 💔

[slytherinshua]

and and i know this is so overrated but just chilling in your home with bf namjoon :( cuddled up while you’re reading a book or cooking together… or a date n walking around th park or or museum date :((( i’m so soft for him literally stop 🥹

Stop omg it’s literally so domestic whenever you’re with Joon. Even when you’re out on a date it’s just so relaxing and healing just cause you’re with Namjoon.

He likes to go to museums or bike around the park or just walk hand in hand. And he’ll dress like SUCH a boyfriend with loose over-shirts or big sweatshirts and have a messenger bag hung around his shoulder where he keeps his notebook and other things.

He’ll stop at a random bench in the park and pull out the notebook to write lyrics that suddenly came to him. And you just watch in awe as he looks around the park at the scenic view and other people walking their dogs or playing with a frisbee, and he just starts writing and his dimple pops out, and you fall in love all over again.

And when he takes you to the museum he always has fun facts about EVERY painting or piece of artwork there. Even if it looks like some weird squiggly lines or smudges (smh you don’t appreciate modern art like he does) he’ll start explaining in SUCH detail what the process was for creating the piece, and how the artist put a piece of their soul in everything they create.

You try to gain even a fraction as much appreciation for the art as your boyfriend does, but you kinda tune out once he starts explaining to just stare at him. Cause he just looks so attractive when he’s talking about the things he loves that you just can’t look away!! And if his dimples appear when he’s talking cause he’s smiling so much, you sneak in a kiss on them because you can’t help yourself </3

Cooking would be… uhm… 🧍‍♀️yeah… it’s just you trying desperately to make sure Joon doesn’t burn the entire kitchen down. And he’s trying his BEST okay 😭 he really really is, but he’s just… so… bad at it. HE NEEDS HELP OKAY LIKE A LOT OF HELP.

But lucky for him, you are always happy to help :D you would place your hands over his as he’s trying to chop an onion and complaining about the tears. Really, you’re worried he’ll chop his finger off, so you try to guide the knife steadily. It kinda backfires, because he gets flustered and his cheeks just flush a bright red and he goes abnormally quiet.

“Babe, you okay?”

“O-oh, yeah…”

“We’re making soup, remember? Can you peel the carrots?”

He just looks at you cluelessly until you direct him to the cutting board with 2 carrots and a vegetable peeler.

Namjoon loves to cuddle you while working in his studio. He’s getting frustrated with this song he promised to do as a collab with another artist. Those are most stressful cause he feels so much pressure to do well on them, and no matter how much tweaking he does, the song just sounds so bland and boring.

Discarding his headphones, he finally decides to take a break. He swivels around in his chair to find you on the couch behind him, hands hugging your legs as you scroll through your phone mindlessly.

And the biggest smile just blooms on his face because he’s feels so lucky that you are his girlfriend and that he can just go hug you and kiss you whenever he wants. So he joins you on the couch, pulling you until you fall into his arms. And you two just stay like that, your head snuggled into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

He can’t help but litter kisses on your forehead and temple, muttering soft ‘I love you’s and ‘I’m so lucky to have you’. You always relax completely when you’re in his arms because it is truly the safest place you could ever be. Listening to his steady heartbeat and subconsciously matching your breathing with his, you feel completely at ease and utterly in love.

↳ send in your soft thoughts!!