#which takes the pressure off and gives me something to naturally push and pull against

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter three

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

a/n: this one is pure steam and maybe the best smut I've ever written ;) I hope you all enjoy ittttt

warnings: must be 18+, smut, praise kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, biting, spanking, dirty talk

word count: 2k

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The surgery was excruciating, yet also exhilarating. It lasted nine hours, but watching Bucky work was amazing. He was so calm and in control of everything, maneuvering each unknown with a sense of ease. Even the nurses seemed smitten with him. And his eyes. Every now and then he would peer at me with those eyes and I thought I might melt. Even though we were in the operating room, he was giving me flirty bedroom eyes and I was very into it. He would ask me questions, testing my instincts and my surgical knowledge and with every correct answer he praised me.

And then he let me cut, and I knew I was a goner. He was teaching me by letting me actually do surgical procedures instead of just watching. It wasn’t anything major, but I was doing it when all the other interns hadn’t even seen the OR yet. I loved that he was challenging me to make me a better doctor.

Once the surgery was complete and the patient was stable, Bucky instructed me to close up. It mostly consisted of sutures and tidying up the wound which wasn’t terribly difficult, but it was something I got to take the lead on. Bucky walked out of the OR and I could’ve sworn he gave me a wink as he passed me by. 

When I walked out of the operating room, I felt on top of the world. I couldn’t stop smiling. And then I saw Bucky, in his scrubs, leaning on the counter by the nurses station, biting into an apple. I knew I was toast. The only explanation for my actions is that my brain was not working rationally, still feeling the natural high from surgery.

I joined him at the nurses station, pretending like I was looking at paperwork.

“Nice work in there, Dr. Barnes,” I complimented.

“Why thank you Dr. Y/L/N.” 

“Would you mind coming with me? I have a patient issue that I think you should see.”

“Is it urgent?” he asked, taking the last bite of his apple.

“Very urgent,” I said. Before I could wait for a response, I walked down the hall, away from the patient rooms. 

It wasn’t a long walk to our destination. I could sense Bucky walking behind me and heard him say, “Where exactly are we go-”

Before he could finish his question, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the on-call room. I deftly locked the door and pushed him against the wall, immediately connecting my lips to his. I kissed him with desire and it only took him a few seconds to react and kiss me back. He tasted sweet as I sucked the lingering nectar from his honeycrisp apple off his bottom lip. The next minute, his hands were all over me and I was trying to get his scrub top off.

“You were amazing in there,” I breathed as he kissed my neck. 

“Prepare to be amazed again,” he replied.

“My god, you’re so cocky,” I stated, in between kisses.

“You got that right,” he smiled as he redirected my hand to the bulge in his pants. His arrogance was oddly a turn on, and I knew it was completely warranted. He was good at his craft: in the OR and in the bedroom.

I slid my hand into his pants and grabbed his throbbing erection, moving my hand up and down the shaft with varying levels of pressure.

“You are such a tease,” he whispered, effortlessly pulling off my scrub top.

“You like it,” I countered, tugging on his earlobe with my teeth. That set him off and I was no longer in control. 

He now had me pinned against the wall with my pants around my ankles. I worked to get my shoes off and kick my pants away as Bucky’s fingers started exploring my folds and circling my clit.

“How’s that, baby?” he murmured. 

I barely had a response, “So, so good.” I clawed his bare back as a means of portraying my arousal. 

“I’m gonna need more than that.” He unclasped my bra with his free hand and his mouth was on my nipple like cobalt being pulled toward a magnet. I let out an involuntary moan and my head lolled back onto the wall with a gentle thud. He pulled his lips from my breast to work his way up my chest, pausing to bite my collarbone, before invading my mouth yet again. He increased the intensity of his fingering and a deep moan escaped my mouth right into his. He pulled back slightly and smiled into the inch of air between our lips.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked. It was then I noticed he had shed his pants and his hard-on was eagerly poking my abdomen.

I nodded my head as I tried to still my breathing in preparation for what was to come.

“Use your words, sweetie.”

“Yes, please. I need you inside of me, Bucky.” Hearing his name across my lips sent him into a frenzy. He grabbed my backside and hoisted me up, pushing me into the wall even further. I wrapped my legs around his torso and he effortlessly slid into my sopping wet pussy.

“Fuck,” I breathed as his phallus filled me up. He continued thrusting in and out, changing up the tempo when I least expected it.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking my cock so well.” His praise turned me on more, if that was even possible. “You’re so tight, you feel amazing.” I clutched onto him tighter, running my fingers up his neck and through his cropped hair. I clutched his short hair in my hands and pulled his head back, away from my face. He looked surprised initially, until he realized I wasn’t signaling for him to stop, I was redirecting him. I offered my exposed neck to him and he grinned before running his tongue from my ear down to my shoulder. I sighed when he opened his jaw wide and sunk his teeth gently into my shoulder. I shuddered as he sucked in, surely leaving a mark on my fair skin.

“Oh you like it a little rough huh?” he asked, working his tongue around my ear. I couldn’t form words, so I just nodded my head and let out another heavy breath. He smacked my ass and I let out a little yelp, taken by surprise but enjoying the tingling sensation.

“I’ll give you rough,” he growled. He carried me over to the squeaky mattress and tossed me down. I grinned up at him and saw him smiling down at me, “Flip over, pretty girl.” I moved so that I was in tabletop position, propped up on my elbows and Bucky grabbed my hips with his steady hands and yanked me toward him. He entered me from behind with a quick thrust and I was back in a euphoric state. He worked quicker this time, his thrusts moving at an increased pace and his hand continued to find my ass without causing too much pain. 

My mind was cloudy as I neared my orgasm, but I remember him continuing to praise me with words like, “You’re such a good girl, taking my big cock.” There was a final deep thrust and shockwaves ran through my body. I had no control over the sounds coming out of my mouth as I finished and Bucky was right behind me, pulling out and spreading his seed over my bare back. As I drifted back down to earth I purred, “You are a god,” before realizing just how pathetic those words were. Bucky didn’t acknowledge my compliment and instead found his scrub top and cleaned me off.

I turned over and slid under the covers of the bed, seeking a moment to catch my breath and reflect post-coital. I was surprised when Bucky slid in next to me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

“What are you doing?” I asked, stunned by his actions.

“I’m cuddling you,” he replied, turning me to the side so he could spoon me.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because we just had sex and that’s what you do after sex.”

“Maybe if you’re in a relationship, which we are not.”

“Oh come on, just enjoy this.” He said, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me tight toward him. I had to admit, it did feel nice.

We caught our breaths in silence for a moment, but my head was reeling. I couldn’t believe that I initiated this. What was I thinking? This was such a bad idea. And the over-analytical side of me couldn’t put it to rest.

“So, this can’t happen again,” I finally stated.

“Oh really? As I seem to recall, you initiated this.”

“In a moment of weakness,” I argued.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”

“I did,” I admitted, “But it was a bad idea.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because it’s inappropriate! You’re my superior. You’re supposed to be mentoring me and teaching me things.”

“Oh I can teach you plenty of things,” he purred.

“Not sex things. Surgery things.”

“Who says those things have to be mutually exclusive?” he turned me over so that I was facing him.

“I cannot be the intern who is screwing her attending.”

“Who cares?” he asked.

“I care! I want to be known as a good surgeon for my skills, not because my boyfriend is letting me scrub in on all his surgeries.”

“Did you just call me your boyfriend?” he preened.

I rolled my eyes, “It was hypothetical.”

“Regardless, I’m going to play favorites whether or not we’re together because I think you have a talent for trauma and you’re better than all the other interns. The fact that I like looking at you and I enjoy being around you is just an added bonus.”

“Okay but you are an esteemed surgeon. I am barely out of med school. If things go south, I’m the one that’s getting fired. And I care too much about my career to jeopardize that.”

“Well I certainly don’t plan to mess this up.”

I sighed. How could he be this stubborn and so charming at the same time. 

“I’m serious Bucky, this can’t happen again.”

“Whatever you say doll.” I didn’t know what else to say. It seemed like the more I declared this to be a bad idea, the more I wanted it. And Bucky clearly had no concerns about the situation whatsoever. 

He interrupted my thoughts with the words, “Praise kink, huh…” I blushed and turned to him, not willing to admit he was right. “It makes sense. You’re a doctor and you crave positive feedback. You like knowing you’re the best.”

“How could you tell?”

“I see it in the OR. Every time you do something right, you hold yourself a little higher, happy to have impressed. I figured you might be that way in bed. But you’re quiet too.”

I nodded my head, trying not to give away any more info. “Why is that?” he added.

“...I don’t like being in charge.”

“Now that is interesting. Because funny enough, I love being in charge.” His voice was lower, almost seductive.

“I know what you’re doing, and it is not going to work.” At this point, I climbed out of bed, redressing and preparing to get back on the floor.

“We’ll see about that,” she said smugly. I rolled my eyes as I searched the ground for my thong. Once I was fully dressed, I ran a hand through my hair to try and tame it.

“I’m going back to work now,” I said, about to exit the room.

“Thank you Dr. Y/L/N. When you find yourself in need of a sex god, you know where to find me,” he said, shooting me a toothy grin. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist using my words against me.

I shot him a death glare and said, “Bye Bucky.”

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[charmandabear]

Good Pain

Summary:

“Another nightmare?” He speaks softly into her hair as she curls further into his chest, relishing in the cool relief his skin brings. She nods wordlessly and his arms tighten around her. “What do you need, my love?” Zalaria can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the smell of his perfume mingling with his natural musk and her heart quickens. What she wouldn't give to lose herself in him right now.

Pairing: Astarion/Tiefling!Tav

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.5k

Tags/Warnings: praise kink, rough oral sex, rough sex in general, hair pulling, breath play, analingus, soft dom!Astarion, sub!Tav, vampire bites, blood drinking, aftercare, plus size Tav, using Tiefling horns as handlebars

Link on AO3.

A friend was looking for "good fics that involve using horns as handlebars," and then shortly after that I got an anon requesting Astarion x Tiefling!Tav, which honestly felt like kismet. Hence Good Pain was born.

Once again, @zipzoomzaria is out here doing the lord's work in providing the perfect screenshot for my banner.

Thank you @nellyofthevalley for being an AMAZING beta.

@comatosebunny09 I believe you said something about being called "good girl"? 😈

A rumble. A sudden fall. Darkness.

Then mind shattering pain. Zalaria thought she had known pain, but nothing like that. Blades sliced through her skull, a bed of nails dug into her back. It felt like her fingernails were being wrenched out one by one. This is the end, she thought, I'll never know anything but pain ever again.

“Zalaria!”

A cool hand touches her face and her eyes shoot open. She’s panting, a thin layer of sweat coating her brow and spine. A face slowly comes into focus. His face.

Astarion leans over her, tangled silver locks falling into his eyes. Those stunning red eyes, so often guarded, hardened to maintain his carefully constructed facade, now brimming with concern. Zalaria presses her cheek into his palm, inhaling his comforting scent as she tries to regulate her breathing. 

“Another nightmare?” He speaks softly into her hair as she curls further into his chest, relishing in the cool relief his skin brings. She nods wordlessly and his arms tighten around her. “What do you need, my love?”

Zalaria can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the smell of his perfume mingling with his natural musk and her heart quickens. What she wouldn't give to lose herself in him right now.

She tilts her head up, pressing against him as she envelopes his lips into a heated kiss. She can feel the surprise startle his body, but it doesn't take him more than a second to reciprocate. He presses his hand into her lower back and her mouth opens to let his tongue slip between her lips.

“Fuck me until I can't remember my own name,” she murmurs into the kiss, and he lets out a high pitched giggle that’s usually reserved for when he’s particularly pleased with himself, but occasionally Zalaria manages to get it when she catches him off guard.

“You're certain?” He’s smiling as he drags his lips along her jaw.

“Remind me what good pain feels like,” she breathes, her tail wrapping around his leg. She can feel the sharp intake of breath deep in his chest.

“And you'll let me know if you need me to slow down?” His voice drops and Zalaria has lost the ability to form words, so she just whines and nods.

“Good,” he growls and forcefully flips her on her back. His slender fingers wrap around her throat and apply just a touch of pressure, just enough for him to feel the pulse of each breath she takes. He pushes his knee up between her legs, eliciting a light moan that vibrates in his hand. He pulls her face towards his and she arches her back in response, always so obedient. He kisses her roughly and she melts beneath his touch, letting herself be led wherever he wants to go. 

“Such a good girl, letting me use you like this,” he hisses, and she chokes out a gasp that gets cut off by his hand. “I can do whatever I want with you, to you, and you’d thank me for it.” 

Zalaria writhes on top of his leg, looking for relief but trying to patiently wait for permission. 

“So eager,” he continues to coo, and he moves his hand from her throat to ghosting over her sleep shirt, her rapidly hardening nipples poking through the thin cotton. He slips his hand underneath her shirt and digs into the soft flesh of her belly, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped marks behind in her dimpled skin. She twists her fingers into her hair tightly to keep them from roaming. 

He peels off her shirt and nips into her breasts, breaking the skin just enough to open two tiny puncture wounds. He laps up the droplets of blood as he marks her body, leaving evidence of his desire behind. Every tiny movement that agitates the tender bruises will remind her of his love, of what good pain feels like. With each bite she contorts beneath him, yearning for more of his touch, his teeth, his lips. 

“At this rate I could make you cum without even touching you,” he hums with a satisfied smirk, pushing his knee up into her mound and feeling her wetness seep through her shorts. Zalaria whimpers and grinds against his thigh wantonly. 

“Ah ah,” he chides gently and pulls his knee away, throwing it over one side of her and straddling her waist. “Not until I say so, pet. First you must prove yourself to me. Can you do that?”

She can see the beginnings of an erection tenting his pants, and the thought of him roughly fucking her mouth sends a spark of heat between her legs. She looks up at him and bites her lower lip, giving him something between a pout and a plea. He grabs her jaw again, thumb pulling down on her chin so that her mouth pops open for him, waiting to be filled.

“I said, can you do that?” he repeats himself, tightening his fingers. She yelps and a sound vaguely resembling assent works its way out of her mouth. 

“That’s my good girl,” he breathes and slides off his pants, dragging his half-hard cock up her belly. It takes everything in her power to keep her hands still, not daring to move them without Astarion’s command. He wrenches her mouth open and presses two fingers against her tongue.

“Suck,” he orders and she closes her lips around his fingers, working them as voraciously as if he had blessed her with his cock. She feels a jolt of delight as a breathy moan escapes his lips and she’s desperate to hear more. But he denies her that pleasure, taking his fingers back and using her saliva to bring himself to fully erect. Her eyes remain fixed on his cock, awaiting her treat hungrily. 

“How much do you think you’ll be able to take, love?” He teases her lips with his tip and she cranes her neck impatiently. He instantly retaliates, grabbing hold of her horns and shoving her head back down onto the pillow.

“Naughty,” he snarls and Zalaria’s hips jerk with the sudden movement.

She can feel her slick coating her thighs and she lays tractably still, proving her compliance. His grip on her horns loosens and he strokes them, forcing a shiver down her spine. 

“Do I need to take over?” he whispers dangerously.

She swallows a shaky breath, looking up at him towering over her, his light pink glans bobbing in front of her mockingly.

“Whatever it is you want, sir,” she rasps, eyes darting between his face and his cock mere inches away from her mouth. His lips curl into a devilish grin and he slides one hand down her face, grasping her chin tightly.

“That’s right, pet, whatever I want.” He yanks her mouth open and slides his cock in, her moan vibrating through his shaft. He moves both hands back to her horns, touch still infuriatingly gentle. Zalaria releases her jaw and opens her throat to welcome him deeper. He pushes in slowly, only stopping when he can feel her gag.

“Good girl, look how well you’re taking me,” he praises her on a low breath and she keens around his cock. He closes his grip on her horns once again and she freely relents to his control. He thrusts in and out of her mouth a few times, carefully curbing his speed with her horns.

She clenches the sheets in her hands, her cunt aching for relief as he fucks her mouth agonizingly slowly. He smirks, taking pleasure in how torturous this is for her.

“Shall I speed up? Can you take it? Have you earned it?” he croons and she nods, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He increases his pace, and her breathy moans are garbled by his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. His little grunts and groans as his pleasure builds ring in Zalaria’s ears like a hymn. 

“You’re such a good girl, doing such a good job letting me fuck your face,” he shudders, head falling back and grip remaining tight.

She slides her hand close to her sopping pussy but doesn’t touch. She looks up and asks the question with her eyes and a whine.

“Yes, my sweet. Since you’re doing so wonderfully, you may touch yourself,” he pants and she groans with relief as her fingers slide through her swollen folds. “But keep your gaze trained on me,” he adds in a growl as her eyelids flutter with ecstasy. She snaps her attention to him, his crimson eyes glowering down at her and his curls swaying with each stroke. Her fingers circle her clit and she knows that she won’t last long staring at him. She moans around his cock plunging in and out of her, his tip hitting the back of her throat. 

“Ah, fuck,” he stammers and his movement grows more erratic. Zalaria forces her eyes to remain open as she cries into his thrusts, his menacing stare and punishing pace enough to send her over the edge. He grabs onto the base of her horns and with a few more stuttered jerks of his hips he comes too, his hot seed flooding her mouth.

He pulls out and she swallows greedily, licking as much as she can off her lips. He pants and tilts her head up, kissing his semen off her lips. She stares up at him adoringly.

“You're so beautiful. My beautiful good girl,” he murmurs, stroking her cheek. 

She nuzzles into him like a cat, her purr manifesting as a low hum in her throat. After a moment, she whispers, “Thank you, Astarion, this means a lot to me.” 

He’s still straddling her torso, and she lazily strokes his calf by her side. He laughs, low and dangerous, as he swings his other leg over and grabs her hips.

“You don't think I'm through with you yet, my love?” The rumble in his throat emanates a wicked promise. 

Zalaria looks at him quizzically but can’t help the way her breath catches. Her voice is horse as she splutters, “But don't you—” 

He silences her with a fierce kiss before roughly turning her over onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so her ass presses into his softening dick. He bends over her back and yanks her hair so his lips brush up against her ear.

“Do you still remember your name?”

She shivers as his teeth barely scrape along the shell of her ear.

“I- what? No, it’s fine—” she gasps, but a tug on her hair kills the words in her throat.

“Then I haven’t done my job.” 

The venom in his voice might’ve scared Zalaria if it didn’t arouse her so much. He puts a little more pressure on her earlobe with his teeth and her mouth falls open in a suspended moan. He turns her head up slightly to look back at him.

“Unless it’s not what you want.” 

His voice is icy, threatening even, but Zalaria knows that this is her opportunity to back out if she so pleases.

“No, it is what I want,” she pants, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes.

“I’m not convinced,” he spits into her ear. “Tell me exactly what you want, pet.”

“I-I want you,” she stammers, the strain on her neck pulling on her windpipe. “I want you to ruin me, Astarion. Please, sir, please use me however you want. Turn me into your obedient little pet.”

“And what else?” His hand tightens and Zalaria squeaks. 

“Make me forget my name,” she keens, fists balling up the covers.

“That’s my good girl.” He releases her hair and massages her scalp, soothing the abused skin. He runs his lips down her shoulder blade, ending the trail with a bite that just barely breaks the skin. 

“Count,” he demands.

“One.”

He laps up her blood.

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The gears in Zalaria’s mind turn, following the rules of his game. Bite. Count. Lick. Thank you. She can understand that. She quivers with excitement, tail swishing anxiously as she waits for the next bite. It’s a little harder when it comes, and she can’t hide her cry before the “two.” His tongue soothes the puncture left behind and she lets out a shuddering breath. 

“Th-thank you, sir.” 

Zalaria gnaws on her bottom lip to brace herself against the pain. She knows there are more to come and she wants to be sure she responds correctly. He moves the next bite lower on her back and she can feel his lips smiling against her skin just before he sinks his teeth in.

“Ah- three.” She’s unsuccessful in her attempt to suppress the groan that precedes her count. Astarion’s front is still pressed into her back and she can feel his cock twitch lightly. She smiles internally knowing he won’t need much more time to recover. He lavishes his tongue over the bite.

“Thank you, sir.” Zalaria’s breath rushes out of her in a wave. He digs his fingers into her ass cheeks, leaving angry raised marks behind. He bites into her thick love handle, properly drawing enough blood to drink. He relishes her hiss of, “Four,” that morphs into a satisfied groan.

After a few delicious sips he licks her skin clean, and her raspy “thank you, s-sir,” is barely audible. He runs a languid hand across the curve of her ass, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He spreads her cheeks and presses the length of his hardening dick between them. His abs push against the base of her tail, adding a new slant of pain, and she bites down on the comforter to muffle her moan. Astarion responds with a swift slap across her ass cheek.

“No no, love, you know I need to hear you. I want to hear you loud and clear this time, understood?” His honeyed voice has an underlying edge to it that sparks an ember in her belly.

“Y-yes sir!” Zalaria chokes out a cry of assent. He strokes up the base of her tail and she arches into him.

“That's my good girl. Last one, alright? You've done very well so far,” he coos and her tense backside relaxes into his grip. He bends down and bites again, this time into the flesh perilously close to her hole. 

“Five!” Her twisted cry of pleasure and pain reverberates like music in his ears. He runs the flat of his tongue in a long stripe up the inside of her cheek and she shudders in response.

“Thank you, sirrr-ah!!” she shouts, the words disintegrating into an unbridled moan. He plants a tender kiss on the bite mark to soothe it while caressing her hips.

“Such a good girl, you listened so well,” he murmurs into the plump skin of her ass. She rests her forehead on her arm, panting heavily. Her tail curls subconsciously around the back of his neck as he continues to cover her ass in kisses, each one growing progressively sloppier.

Zalaria, still trying to catch her breath, lets out a strangled yelp as she feels Astarion’s tongue flick the puckered skin around her hole. She bites into her forearm, just trying to keep still as the competing sensations of exhilaration and debauchery threaten to tear her body apart.

“Astar-” she whines, his name getting swallowed up by a heavy breath. 

“Do you like that, pet?” Astarion chuckles, enjoying the feel of Zalaria writhing beneath him. He forcefully yanks her tail up as he reaches a hand between her legs, running a gentle finger along her dripping slit and eliciting another shuddering gasp. “It would seem so if this is anything to judge by.” 

With her face buried into the covers, she can't see him, but rather hears him lasciviously suck her slick off his finger.

“Please,” she moans, the sound of it stifled in the cave created between her head and arm. 

“Please what?” He asks the question almost innocently, a stark contrast to the depravity of his actions. He swirls his tongue around her anus as he puts his hand between her legs again, scooping up her juices. He wipes the wetness around her rim, pressing his finger into her slightly before licking her clean.

She chokes on a sob, her whole body trembling.

“Please f-fuck me,” she manages to squeeze the words out despite falling apart. He hums with approval, the vibration of it resonating deep within her.

“Well, since you've been so good for me this evening, I suppose I can grant you this,” he coos, pressing his now throbbing cock against her swollen cunt.

She cries out, whether in relief or anguish or something else entirely, she has no idea. The painful teasing of his dick along her folds as his vice-like grip on her soft hips holds her in place sends her reeling.

“And I want to hear you scream,” he says in a low thrum, running a hand up her back from ass to neck, pressing into the trail of still sensitive bite marks. He reaches his destination and grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up until she's staring at the ceiling. She wraps her tail around his arm, a loving caress for a cruel limb.

He lines up his tip with the entrance of her cunt, letting the slippery wetness lube up the head of his cock. He hisses as he slides into her, her tight walls clenching around him. An incoherent string of mewls and moans spills out of Zalaria as he fills her slowly, excruciatingly, until he’s sheathed up to his base. He bends forward and pulls on her hair until his lips meet her ear.

“Scream,” he repeats sharply before grabbing hold of both of her horns and pounding into her mercilessly.

Her uninhibited wails stutter with the force of his thrusts, each one hitting her cervix and sending a white hot jolt of lightning rocketing through her entire body. She arches her back into him, pushing up on her elbows to ease the strain of him pulling her toward him with her horns. Each slam of his hips, every slap of his balls against her puffy labia brings her closer to the edge. She needs to reallocate the energy keeping her tail around his arm and it slides down limp at her side.

He pushes her face down into the covers, holding onto her horns even tighter while his hips start to tear into her unevenly. The friction of the fabric against her nipples, the fact that she can tell he’s close, his wrenching grip on her horns; it all proves too much for Zalaria. She turns her face to the side—making sure he can hear her, as instructed—and keens loudly through her climax. He follows soon after, spilling his seed into her with a low, sated groan.

She’s still shaking as he pulls out of her, softening cock gleaming with a mixture of their cum. She falls forward onto her belly, out of breath and completely unable to move. He sidles up beside her and pulls her back into him close, his soft kiss on the base of her neck like a soothing balm. 

“Do you remember your name?” he whispers against her ear. He sweeps hair out of her eyes and gazes down at her fondly.

“I, uh- huh?” Zalaria blinks, her head still swimming through the fog of sensations, trying to parse any thoughts from the mess.

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” he titters and presses another kiss to her temple. He helps her sit up, grabbing a plush blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders. “I'll go put on water for tea,” he says, cradling her face in his hand briefly before stepping away to head to the kitchen a few rooms over.

She pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders, baring her teeth as it agitates the bites on her back. She takes a few steadying breaths while she nestles deeper into her blanket cocoon, absentmindedly stroking the soft fabric.

Astarion returns, picking his sleep pants up off the floor. Zalaria protests softly and he stops with one pant leg on. He smirks at her puppy-like expression.

“You’ll have to make room for me under that blanket, darling, you know that,” he says and slides back on the bed, pulling Zalaria up into his lap as she wraps the blanket around his back, shielding his scars from the cold air. She nuzzles up to his naked chest, breathing in his scent and providing enough warmth for both of them. He tilts up her chin gently with a knuckle, red eyes sparkling with his affection for her, and lays a sugary sweet kiss on her lips. She savors it, the taste that can sustain her through any nightmare.

[xylianasblog]

Let’s try something new.

Pairings: Agedup! Aonung x Human fem Reader

Summary: Making arrangements with the chief son seemed a little crazy, but maybe.. just maybe it was worth it in the end.

Warnings: MDNI, blindfold, handjob, slight thigh riding.

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It had been a few weeks since you arrived at Awa’atlu and you were enjoying your time, you absolutely loved the waters and the way of life.

You adjusted quickly to the way of water with the help of Aonung only there was a catch. You wouldn’t deny that you had feelings for him and despite the moments he bullied you and picked on you he taught you well, despite your small size and human nature, he was impressed not that he’d ever tell you.

That’s how this arrangement came to be, you learn from him personally and he gets to teach you and practice things he’s wanted to try with you and only you.

Right now, you were both in a secluded area of the beach. Holding up a blindfold for him to see, he gave you a questioning look to which you simply shrugged it off. “I’ll tie it around your eyes, and I’ll touch you. It’s supposed to give or make the pleasure given more intense but.. Aonung you can’t take it off until after we finish.” You explained.

All you got was a grunt from him as he crouched down, watching your every move. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him despite seeing he was secretly into the idea. “Okay now let me tie it around your eyes..” You moved behind him, placing the blindfold over his eyes.

Once the blindfold was secured around his head, checking to make sure it was on right before moving back to look over him. Your eyes took in his form with satisfaction. “Okay.. I learned this from.. watching a human show.” You mumbled.

You could see the way his tail thumped idly against the sand, his ears perked up slightly as he tilted his head towards you. He couldn’t see so he focused on his hearing as he followed your voice.

“So basically..” you mumbled pushing him back against the sand.

Once he was flat against the sand and you smiled, moving your hands down to his stomach. Your fingertips dragging down the dip of his belly button to his vline only stopping once your hand reach the top of his tweng. You watch as his body shuttered, a sound of air being sucked in as he tensed up, yet he didn’t stop you.

Taking that as a sign to continue you traced your fingers back up, taking your time to touch and feel over his stomach and chest. Your fingers ghosted over his nipples causing his body to jerk slightly. He groaned a little as he let his head fall back, “This.. is..” he started but before he could finished your repeated the process only this time with a little more pressure.

His breath hitched, back bowing off the ground slightly as the pleasure shot straight to his hardening cock. Having one of his senses dulled only seemed to make him more sensitive to everything else. Moving your body, a bit, adjusting yourself to a new position over his thighs you got comfortable.

Reaching around him you undid his loincloth, setting it off to the side. Your eyes took in his bare form laid beneath you, his cock twitched against his lower abdomen.

You ignored the own feeling of your arousal creating a wet spot against your bottoms. Aonung squirmed around underneath you in anticipation, doing to best to avoid pulling off the blindfold once he felt your slender digits wrap around his cock. He groaned, legs twitching as his tail thumped against the sand. A surprised squeak let your lips at the sudden action, your eyes looking over his form, checking on him before you focused back on the task at hand.

You began moving your hands at a steady pace, enjoying the view of him groaning and twitching underneath you as you pleased him. Aonung raised his hips, beginning to thrust up into your hands at his own pace.

“Fuck.. your hands feel so good.. so tight around me..” he growled out, his hips moving faster as he moaned.

His hands found your wrist, grip tightening around you as he thrusted faster chasing his own orgasm. You watched him in awe, your hips moving on their own as you rocked yourself slowly against his thighs. You held back your noises but the feeling of your slick making a mess of his thighs only seemed to turn him even more.

He’d never admit this, but he enjoyed the feeling of having one of his senses taken away, especially paired with the feeling of your using his thighs to pleasure yourself. His thrust grew sloppier and faster and soon enough he was exploding. His seed making a mess of your hands and his stomach, his chest heaving as he laid back against the sand trying to catch his breath.

After a moment you finally pulled your hand away examining the mess he made, he finally pulled off the blindfold to look at you. You caught his eyes and smiled as you brought your hand to your lips to take a taste of him.

He groaned as he watched you, his cock coming to life once more, this caused a small chuckle to bubble up from you. “Oh no.. absolutely not..” you mumbled as you got up.

“Next time you get to practice anything you want on me!” You didn’t wait for an answer as you turned and hurried off to finish your duties for the day.

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[iamnot-crazy]

Stowaway Chapter 10

Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Summary:

The reader is a slave to a nobleman due to her devil's fruit ability which allows her to control the emotions of the people around her. She flees to bump into Trafalgar Law and boards his ship.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11

A/N: I guess I should give a warning for this chapter. It is a heavy one that deals with depression, masking, and suicidal thoughts. These aren't conversations new to OP just new for me to write so ya... I hope y'all like it it was definitely not an easy one for me to write.

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As you stared at the snail in your hands a small paper fell from the back band on the snail falling gracefully to the ground. A vivre card. You had a jolt of realization as you scrambled to your feet, head throbbing as a torrent of memories flooded back. Doflamingo's voice echoed in your skull, each cruel word a fresh blow to your reawakening self.

You pull yourself off the ground and hold your head as your thoughts race. A ringing bursts through your ear as you try to find a solution to this new revelation. He can find you he has a part of your Vivre card.

You began to stumble across the deck holding your head as it spun. A kaleidoscope of fragmented memories assaulted you: Doflamingo's chilling laughter, the crushing weight of being his puppet. His voice, sharp as a shard of ice, echoed in your mind: 'You will be my tool.' 'The only thing you have of worth is your ability to serve me.' 'You won't be able to run from me ever.' 'You will be what allows me to defeat Law.'

His last statement sat in your head it was the first thing he said to you after he left you in the cellar with no food or water for a week. You still held your stubbornness at the time and Doflamingo used your relationship with Law as the biggest catalyst for your mental break.

Your gaze drifted towards the ship's edge, a silent beckoning towards the churning water below. You stumbled with each hesitant step, your body protesting against the ship's gentle sway. You pull yourself onto the edge. You stood up taking in the salty air and the mist that came from the water hitting the boat and reaching your face. 'you will be the reason he dies.'

The rough wood of the rail scraped against your skin, a fleeting comfort before it slipped away. Gravity seized you, pulling you down with an inexorable force. The salty air whipped past your face, as the waves almost felt like they were calling you as you fell. You close your eyes and accept your body's solution.

A shout, sharp and desperate, pierced through your despair. Your eyes snapped open just as the water rushed to meet you, a cold abyss promising an end. The terror of your action hits you as the water hits your face. You weren't ready or willing to die yet.

As you sink into the sea you turn over to watch the Sunny continue to sail away leaving you behind. Your vision began to go black just as something jumped into the water above you. You reach your arm out begging the figure to save you, you weren't ready. Your lungs burned, demanding air that your numb body refused to provide. A single, desperate breath escaped your lips, a silent plea for salvation as darkness consumed your vision.

The pit in your stomach felt heavy as it pulled you down. It almost felt peaceful as nature attempted to take back the devil fruit inside of you pulling you down faster and faster.

At least this way you can't cause Law any more pain and your suffering can end.

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You felt a push on your chest and a pressure built in your throat that pushed its way out of you. Your body forced itself to the side as you spit out the seawater that filled your body. The green grass filled your vision as it began to return. You looked up to see you were on the deck of the Sunny.

"what were you thinking!?" an angry voice spoke above you.

Your head snaps up in search of the voice and find the swordsman of the ship Zoro. You sigh in relief that it wasn't your worrisome captain to save you.

You lolled over to your back sitting up slightly while continuing to catch your breath, "Thank you." you sigh.

The swordsman scoffed, "You didn't answer my question."

You look away from him, "I was trying to keep Doflamingo from finding us." you pull your legs up to your chest for warmth as you shiver in your wet cloths.

"and how would jumping off the ship help?" he spoke down to you.

"He made me a vivre card," you admit.

"That doesn't mean you jump off the goddamn ship!" Zoro shouted not even giving your revelation a thought. You look up at him to see not even a flicker of concern. "So what if he can track you we are heading to him anyways to kick his ass." the confidence of the man raised your own as you smile at the thought of them beating doflamingo.

Another thought flew into your head, "Please don't tell Law."

Zoro's brow furrowed in confusion. "He should know about the vivre card," he muttered, his voice low and gruff. 'We need to plan, strategize.

You shook your head, "No about... The whole jumping off the ship thing..."

Zoro sigh before sitting next to you, "Just promise not to do it again."

You nodded in response before staring off at the sea.

"why don't you want to tell him?" he asked pulling your thought out of your head.

"Law has already been through so much and a lot of the pain he has faced was because of me. I don't want him to worry about me anymore," you respond.

"If you didn't want him to worry why do it to begin with?"

"I guess I wasn't thinking of him, everything in my body just wanted it all to stop, the pain, the noise. The thought of him coming back for me terrified me." You bury your head into your knees tears refusing to fall.

Zoro's hand rested on your shoulder, "He won't hurt you again, I promise."

You look up at him, "but what about Law?"

Zoro looked over at the door to the boy's bunk, "I don't think our captain will let anything happen to him either."

You looked over at the bunks as well where the straw hat captain slept and you recalled his strong determination.

Zoro pushed himself up and offered you a hand, "Let's get out of these wet clothes."

You smiled taking his hand and he guided you to the bath he showed you the basics of the large bath and then left you with an old outfit of Robin's which was a long skirt and crop top.

You take the opportunity to bath in peace under the moon light. Feeling the warm water on your skin washing away the salty water pulled a weight off of you as you reflect on your conversation with Zoro.

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As the first rays of dawn kissed the horizon, you emerged from the bath, the warm water washing away more than just salt water. When you climbed down the ladder you expected the ship to still be quiet with only the soft sounds of the waves hitting the boat. The clanging of dishes in the kitchen indicates someone else was awake.

You make your way to the kitchen by following the smell of cooked sausage. In the kitchen, their blonde cook danced over the stove cooking up a beautiful breakfast. You quietly sat down on a bar stool facing the cook as you watched him gracefully between the multiple pans on the stove each cooking a different part of the meal he was preparing for the whole ship.

When he finally turned around he jumped back at the sight of you, "Oh my sweet you scared me. I hope I didn't wake you?" his voice was still raspy showing signs of waking.

You shook your head in response. Sanji turned around to his domain pulling out a plate and shoveling food onto it, "Here is a beautiful breakfast for a beautiful woman!" he placed the plate in front of you. You muttered a thank you before digging in and the chef smiled before turning back to his work.

As you ate Sanji placed another plate beside you right before the door opened and Robin walked in with a book in hand. She gracefully walked to the chair next you and began to eat and speaking with Sanji who excitedly asked her how her food was.

"immaculate as always Sanji," she spoke joyfully before looking at you and analyzing your outfit, "Is that one of mine?"

You looked down, "I'm sorry I can take it off!" you spoke in a panic.

Robin just laughed, "No please don't, it looks good on you. I insist you keep it." she smiled softly which warmed your heart and you smiled in return.

You continued to eat your food as you noticed that her eyes had not left you. You felt her studying you, dissecting your emotions like a skilled archaeologist uncovering a hidden treasure. You return her stare with a questioning look as she analyzed you taking in every information she could about you. "What?" you speak up.

The woman just shook her head and turned back to her food, "I find you interesting." Your eyebrows raise in confusion, "Just the other day you were void of emotion and now you are flooded with emotions and worry for your captain. And yet the way you sit there you look like you belong here you look almost happy."

Your eyes dash to your plate as you think about her words and your past. "Ever since boarding your ship, I've been feeling all your emotions." You admit, "Your ship is so full of hope I have that to thank." You look back up to her and flash a large smile.

But the two pirates frowned at your response they both almost looked angry. Your smile quickly dropped as you tried to reach your power to feel their intention and you felt their disappointment and empathy.

"Then why try to kill yourself," Sanji spoke abruptly speaking in a tone that was unidentifiable if you didn't just read his emotion.

You froze thinking about your actions earlier and your failed attempt to hide your hurt. A tear starts to fall from your eye, "I wanted to prevent any more conflict." you spat, "How do you even know." your sad eyes dart between the two who share a look at each other.

Sanji shrugged, "Zoro informed me."

"I heard what happened while I was up reading," Robin admitted.

You push yourself out of the stool your mask completely falling your eye bags darken as your frown pulls them down and your eyes become red from the effort to keep them dry. The two pirates realized they had struck the nerve they were trying to pick and watched you with sorrow as you aimed for the door only to be stopped by the door flinging open.

The bouncy captain blazed into the kitchen running past you. You froze as you watched him run to Sanji and fought past him to reach the food. Next Usopp came following after the captain wiping the sleep from his eyes. He greeted you with a raspy morning before pulling himself into a chair at the table.

With the new people in the room, you pulled your mask back forcing a smile and clearing your eyes.

Luffy looked over at you and waved, "Morning, y/n! Come eat breakfast!" He shouted. You smiled in return and returned to your seat glad for a distraction. The two pirates interrogating you earlier frowned but decided to continue their roles.

Shortly Nami, Franky, Brook, and Chopper joined very excitedly for their breakfast. The loudness of the kitchen finally woke Law who ran into the kitchen in a panic as you were no longer in his arm. He burst through the door with his eyes darting around only to relax when he saw you laughing with the straw hats. He made his way towards you but as he approached Nami jumped up grabbing your arm, "y/n! Let me show you the rest of the ship!" Usopp jumped up as well grabbing your other arm and they pulled you out of the room.

Law frowns as the three of you push past him laughing. Law was glad you were laughing and smiling again even if it wasn't with him and let you go. He turned to the rest of the crew claiming a plate and chair. The chef and archaeologist watched him carefully.

You were pulled through the ship by the two pirates who excitedly showed you their favorite parts. You found where the swordsman has been hiding in the lookout tower where he slept with an empty plate beside him seemingly his breakfast that Sanji brought him.

Throughout the tour, you conveniently avoided Law as he tried to catch up just as you would pull the crew to the next location. You were amazed by everything the ship had to offer and you showed that with amazed gasps and a large smile.

Robin and Sanji watched from afar both seeing through your mask.

By the end of the tour, you were exhausted and had found a quiet spot at the back of the ship by the garden where you could watch the Straw hats laugh and play on the grassy deck but not be spotted. You watched while Law glared at them as Luffy dragged him into their fun.

You wanted so badly to smile as you watched your 'edgy' captain looking so odd amongst the crew of joyful sports but now that you were away from any supply of joy. The weight on your cheeks pulled your lips into a deep frown your tears free to fall as you hid behind the mast.

Tears streamed down your face, hot and unchecked, as you huddled behind the mast. Wrapping your arms around your knees, you pressed your forehead against them, seeking solace in the familiar warmth.

A prickle on your neck sent shivers down your spine. You knew Robin was there before you even turned around. "I don't need your pity," you spat, your voice trembling slightly as you felt her emotions cover you.

Robin's voice softened. "I'm not here to pity you," she said, each word carefully chosen. "I came to apologize." She slowly emerged from her hiding spot, her blue eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and sorrow.

she found her place next to you, "I can never relate to what you have been through but I can relate to wanting to throw everything away for the people you love. It was wrong for Sanji and I to try to push you like that but we didn't like seeing you hurt alone."

You looked away from her, "I don't like it when others worry about me." You spoke plainly.

"Is that because of your powers?" She asked gently, "I noticed you'd mimic the emotions of the people around you."

You frowned, your brows furrowing into a deep crease, "Maybe," you muttered, "It's easier to pretend to be hopeful when you can steal that emotion from someone else but when everyone else is full of anxiety..."

"You feel anxious." Robin finished for you, her voice laced with empathy.

You nodded, "I used to wear gloves with sea prism to avoid feeling other people's emotions but now I don't know if I can feel any emotions without latching onto someone else's."

"But you are feeling your own emotions," Robin said softly, her blue eyes meeting yours with a newfound understanding. "They just aren't bright right now. It's okay to feel sad, angry, scared. We all carry those burdens. It's easier to pretend like your emotions don't exist and that you have to latch onto someone else's but you still have trauma you need to move past. Just like the rest of us."

You paused at her last sentence, "the rest of you?" you questioned, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked down at the joyful crew dancing as if they never faced a hardship before in their life.

You knew how hollow Luffy had felt when his brother died, but he was dancing and laughing as if that day never happened.

Robin nodded, her gaze unwavering. "All of us have faced some kind of dark past that we are all working to put behind us," she said, her voice filled with a quiet strength. "I too wanted to die, I thought there was nothing more I could do with my life, but then I met Luffy. He has saved me twice from myself."

You wanted to push Robin away, to retreat back into the shell you'd built around yourself. But a tiny flicker of hope, fueled by her words, threatened to crack through the facade.

You looked off at the crew, a small smile gracing your lips even as tears flowed down your face. For the first time, you allowed yourself to feel everything – the joy of being alive and safe, the sadness of having your life stolen so many times now, the panic from knowing you were risking everyone's lives by being alive, and the overwhelming relief of knowing that you would be protected. It was a whirlwind of emotions something you were glad to feel again.

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[shuhwaa]

Shuhua | First time having sex with her [M]

First Times Event (G)I-dle Shuhua x fem!bodied reader words: ~1.5k genre: soft smut (reader's first time having sex, making out, body worship, fingering (reader receiving)) warnings: none

Author's note: The original prompt is "First time properly making out that leads to making love for the first time", but I shortened it a bit so the title won’t get too long!

It started as a quick peck on her lips the second your apartment door was closed behind the two of you. You had been out on a date the whole evening, and since you were close by, you decided that she would tag along to your place for a while. However, once you had settled down in your room, using the bed as a couch due to lack of space in the tiny flat, your girlfriend becomes unusually touchy. Not that she isn't usually the clingy type, but now you find her pouting at you while very obviously and wordlessly asking for kisses.

"What's with you?" you chuckle, leaning in to press a short kiss to her lips.

"I really had fun with you today," Shuhua answers, before closing the distance between you two again. Her lips brush against yours and the faint smell of her cherry-flavoured chapstick tickles your nose. You smile into the kiss, causing her to break it for a mere second in which you lock eyes with her. There's an expression in her gaze that she's never shown you before, and you feel shivers running down your spine as she continues kissing you.

Her hands find your hips, but they don't stay in place for long. Instead, her fingertips dance up and down your body restlessly, as if she was searching for something, while your kisses keep growing deeper and more passionate. A need for more begins to grow deep inside you, but you hold yourself back - you and Shuhua haven't been dating for too long and you haven't made that one big step in your relationship yet. You've shared kisses, sure, and you've made out on the couch or the bed more than once, but you've never had sex before.

However, when you pull back and you bring some distance between the two of you to catch your breath, it doesn't seem like she wants to stop here either. 

"Am I too fast?" she asks, her hand finding your face as she runs the back of her fingers along your cheek. You find concern hiding behind her features, but as you search for an answer to that question within yourself, you shake your head.

"No," you mumble, cupping her face with your hands as well as you draw near. Your forehead bumps against hers, and you feel nervous, but at the same time you know that you're ready to take this step. "Not at all." You kiss her, lips brushing against hers lightly, and you savour every single touch you share. When she kisses you back, unhurriedly but deeply, you give yourself up to her, letting yourself drown in your feelings for her.

Clothes come off one after the other, starting out slow but eventually becoming more and more impatient, wanting to feel the other's skin on your own. It feels weird and new to be this intimate with someone else, but nevertheless you feel that you can trust her. And so you naturally let Shuhua take the lead as she crawls into your lap, kissing you with both care and need. Moaning into your mouth as her fingertips travel down your back, exploring every inch of your body, she kisses a trail from the corner of your mouth down to your neck, where she buries her face.

"I love you," you hear her whisper, feeling warmth rush through your veins, and you say it back.

"I love you too."

"I've been thinking about this for so long," she adds, running her palms up your stomach and chest and sitting up to get a good view of you. "But I didn't know how to initiate anything... because I didn't want to pressure you." A small whine escapes you as her hands cup your breasts, the warmth of her touch mixing with the heat building up further south.

"I'm ready now," you assure, and Shuhua goes in for another kiss, pushing you backwards into the blanket. 

"Tell me if anything doesn't feel good or if you want me to stop." She waits for your answer patiently, but as soon as you promise to tell her in case you feel uncomfortable, she has her lips attached to your skin again. You throw your arms around her shoulders, burying one hand in her long hair as you moan and sigh at the way she leaves kisses all over you. Nipping at your skin and mapping out every curve and every crease of your body with her hands and mouth, she takes her time, riling you up in the process, but also allowing you to relax in her care. You let go of any insecurities or need to stay in control and put yourself entirely in her hands. And so, when she finally slips her hand between your legs and she slowly runs a finger up your folds, you let out a desperate whine, throwing your head back. 

"Shuhua..." you breathe her name, and she looks up at you.

"Everything okay?" she asks, her expressions softened, and you nod. You retrieve on hand from behind her shoulders, holding it out to her and she smiles at you as she understands what you want. Intertwining her fingers with yours, she brings your hand up to her mouth, leaving a tiny kiss on every one of your knuckles and at the back of it.

"I'll make you feel good," she whispers, giving you an encouraging smile. "I promise." Then she returns to scattering kisses all over your stomach, making you giggle from the ticklish sensation, but your laugh goes over to mewls as soon as she begins drawing shapes on your clit with her fingertip. "Is that good?" she asks, taking a peek at your face while letting her teeth graze the skin above your hipbone.

"Mhm," you nod, whining once more as she increases her speed just a little bit. 

"Spread your legs, baby," she says, and you obey without a single thought. "It'll feel better that way." When she dips a finger inside you carefully, you moan at the feeling, and you knit your eyebrows at her when you hear her chuckle.

"So wet..." she comments, making you whine, and she adds another finger, reaching deeper insider you with ease. "I didn't think you were that excited about finally having sex with me." You let out a whine of protest at her teasing, but Shuhua is quick to press a few soothing kisses to your side as an apology.

"Sorry... I just really like seeing how much I affect you..." she whispers under her breath, and you feel heat rising to your face. However, you don't get much time to dwell on her words, as she begins curling her fingers against your walls, making you moan.

"Shit..." you curse. "Feels so good..."

"My baby feels good?" she coos, repeating your words as she begins kissing her way back up. Her lips nip at the side of your throat as she presses her thumb against your clit for more stimulation, and though she's still going slow, you already feel like you're about to lose your mind. She lifts up her head eventually, and you feel embarrassed to see her looking at you intently now, while she fingers you. With her finally adding some speed, a string of moans and curses fall from your lips as you instinctively turn away, causing her to make a disappointed noise.

"Baby... I wanna see you," she mutters as you feel your high building up in the pit of you stomach. "Let me look at your face." With her still not letting go of your hand, you dig your nails into the back of hers as you clench your fingers around it, and when you build up the courage to look her in the eyes, the expression full of adoration on her face makes the butterflies in your stomach go wild. You buck your hips into her hand now without thinking, driven by your body's need to feel her more, and she responds by pumping her fingers in and out of you faster, reaching as deep inside as she can.

"B-baby... I think I'm-" You're unable to finish your sentence as your orgasm washes over you. You cry out her name as you feel yourself clench around her fingers, and she helps you ride out your high to the very end.

As you come down from it, you find yourself in a state of complete bliss, and Shuhua is right there to wrap you up in a warm embrace. 

"I love you so much," she whispers as she presses a kiss to your temple, thumbs drawing little circles on your skin. You bury your head in the crook of her neck, leaving a few tired kisses there, and you eventually snake your arms around her body to return the hug.

"I love you too," you mutter, a smile creeping onto your lips. "And I'm so glad my first time was with you."

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 31: Aftercare

fandom: marvel

word count: 620

pairing: thor x reader (platonic)

summary: thor gets revenge after you eat his last poptart

a/n: i can't believe tickletober is OVER! thank you for reading them all and thanks for bearing with me!

Thor must have gotten lessons from his brother because there was no way that the God of Thunder was this good at taking you apart just by his fingers.

He’d tickled you before—multiple times, in fact—but this time something had changed. He knew exactly where to place his fingers and he knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make you scream with laughter. It didn’t help that you were half his size and had no powers to help defend yourself.

The whole act of it was playful in nature. Thor had found out that you ate the last poptart—his poptart—and he couldn’t let that go unpunished. Who’s to say that he would have dealt this punishment out if Nat or Bucky had eaten it, but he knew you were ticklish and that was good enough for him.

Thor had you trapped beneath him, his legs straddling your waist, careful not to crush you. His left hand had both of yours pinned to the floor above your head, leaving his right hand free to tickle you senseless.

“THOR! THOR! THOHOHOR! I’M SOHOHORRY!” You screeched as he rapidly pinched at your lower ribs. You hiccupped through your laughter to catch your breath due to his relentlessness.

“I’m sure you are, young one, but I’d be remiss if you thought I’d let you off easy with a betrayal such as eating my poptarts,” Thor bellowed over your cackles. He prodded up and down your ribcage to find the one spot that would truly make you beg for mercy and gods, he found it.

It was your upper most rib right underneath the hollow of your arm. One dig and you were screaming for mercy with tears dripping down your cheek.

“I—I-HI CAHAN’T! MEHER—MERCY! THOHOR!”

Thor took notice of the desperation in your voice instantly, releasing your hands and scrambling off of you in a hurry. He watched as you fell limp against the floor, hiccoughing to catch your breath.

“Oh, Gods, are you alright? It wasn’t my intention to kill you,” Thor asked, frightened. You wanted to reply to him, to let him know that you’d be okay, but you were still struggling to catch your breath which only sent Thor into more of a panic. “I’ll be right back!”

You faintly heard Thor’s feet stomping down the hallway, then some clunking in the kitchen, and before you knew it he was back with a cool washcloth and a glass of water.

“Can you sit up?” He asked you with concern. You nodded, taking a deep breath and pushing yourself up with the help of his hand at your lower back. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I believe I took it too far.”

Thor placed the rag onto your forehead, cooling down your skin, and gave you the water to drink. You took a small sip, sighing in relief after you pulled the glass away.

“It’s okay, Thor,” You assured him quietly. “I was okay until the last couple seconds.”

“Still, though, I should have let you breathe,” He mumbled out, rubbing up and down your back to comfort you. You giggled at the absurdity of the whole situation and shook your head.

“I was convinced you got a lesson from Loki or something.”

Thor became sheepish and he chuckled. “Well, my dear brother did give me some pointers, though I may have taken them and ran with them.”

You took another sip of water and widened your eyes a bit. “Yeah, you definitely did. I’ll never eat another poptart again.”

“Please, young maiden, you can have as many of my poptarts as you want. It’s my recompense for almost murdering you.”

[illistyn]

Claws of Desire Part 2

“Just let me go!” Kiral pleaded as she stumbled again. This time she did not fall, as powerful hands clamped down on her shoulders and pulled her backwards. Kiral spun and kicked out, then hit the beast in the face with a closed fist. The shifter let go and howled at the attack, punching out at the nearest tree. That couldn’t have hurt the thing, she thought as she took off, yet she stopped dead as a huge, clawed, hand wrapped around her throat from behind.

“Enough playing, girl,” the shifter said with a low growl as he lifted her clear off the ground.

Kiral struggled as she hung there, her hands clawing at the powerful grip around her neck. Remarkably she could still breathe—as she was screaming at the top of her lungs—but she was getting light headed. Her legs flailed around trying to land a blow, yet the shifter held her at arm’s length.

“Feisty, I’ll admit, yet you will be submit,” he said with another growl. His other clawed hand ripped her panties away as she hung there and the beast slammed her face down on the ground. He released the pressure on her throat a little and used his knees to spread her legs wide. “Now. Tell me you yield yourself to me.”

“No...Please stop...” Kiral said weakly as she tried to fight back against his iron grip. Yet something inside of her betrayed her own mind. She felt the flush creep into her face as well as between her legs and couldn’t believe it. Am I actually getting turned on? Now? she thought as she felt his length against her bare ass. This was just like her wandering thoughts this afternoon! Kiral could feel the creature’s length throbbing against her like a heartbeat and his growls almost sounded desperate. Oh my gods, the stories!

Those same bard’s tales also told about the natural pheromones of the shifters; a scent so overpowering that women often gave themselves willingly; it was the foundation of most of her daydreams to be taken like that. With that horrible realization came more knowledge from her frenzied mind—the women always had to consent. That was why he was so desperate and throbbing with need...he needed her to want it! Feeling a little empowered and a slight bit more confident, Kiral whimpered and thrust her ass in the air. She was very smart and had always been quick on her feet in bad situations. Now that she had a second to breathe, she could get out of this. The question now was...did she want to.

“Are you going to take me with your hard cock?  Kiral asked him as she lay there helpless and bare to him. “Are you going to fuck me like you own me?”

“Give in, girl...” the shifter said as he pushed her head down and rammed her with his length. It was pulsating against her, but had not penetrated her yet. His voice was less intimidating now and he sounded a little desperate. “You must.” His breath came quicker as he panted behind her, his length bouncing against her dripping pussy.

“Gods above, it would be so easy to just fuck me like this. Your powerful hand holding me down as your cock buries itself deep inside of me...”

“Enough!” The shifter stood and pushed her away, sending her tumbling into the bushes. He growled and panted, punching nearby trees and rocks as he stamped around.

Kiral sat up with trembling arms, her nipples hard now in the night breeze—as well as from her own need at this point. She saw him fully in the light of the large moon shinning down through the holes in the dark canopy. The shifter was indeed powerfully built, with a barrel chest and muscled legs. His black fur covered almost all of his body, thinning out around his crotch and abs. His enormous cock stood at attention in the night air, still throbbing as the creature stomped and Kiral couldn’t help but picture that thing sliding inside of her. “Are the stories true?” she asked as she crawled towards him on all fours. She had a plan, but it was risky.

“Which stories, girl,” the shifter growled as he turned to stare at her. His hand went to his cock now, stroking it like he had no other choice left to him.

“The ones that say when you’re done with the woman you toss them in a fire, or over a cliff.”

“No. We mate with you humans to populate our species and send you back home. When it is time to deliver the child, the women find that they are called in the night by faint music and leave hours later with no memory of it.” He was staring at her now, his mouth open and drool oozing over his bared fangs. “What are you doing?”

“Me? Well I guess that is up to you,” Kiral said as she stopped right under him. She knelt up and took his hands away from his throbbing cock with a slow smile. “I have to give in to you, but first...” she let the statement hang in the air like her intended action.

“First...what?” the shifter panted staring down at her with a lost look on his bestial face.

Kiral slowly wrapped her small, soft hand around his long shaft and stroked him up and down...ever so slowly. “First...I will make you give in to me and beg.” She ended that sentence with a grin and took his cock into her mouth and sucked softly, licking and teasing the creature.

The shifter growled low, his whole body quivering as she took him. “Girl!” he cried as his hands grabbed her hair and pulled. Not hard enough to dislodge her, but enough to pull her onto him deeper. “I will ne..never...”

That was all he could get out as Kiral moaned so loud that the vibrations coursed through his already throbbing cock and into his legs. When the creature pulled her hair it snapped something in her that made her almost as bestial as the thing towering over her. Her mouth sunk down over his entire length as her hands went under and wrapped around his balls. Kiral sucked like her life depended on it and growled herself as the shifter started thrusting into her mouth.

“Fuck, girl. I gi...give...I...give...in. Please...make me...cum!”

Kiral came up for air as she felt his balls quiver and growled loudly as she smiled at him. “Mine!” she cried out and bit him hard on the inner thigh.

The shifter threw his head back and howled as he exploded; his cum shooting all over Kiral’s back and legs.

Kiral felt the warm splash of his seed and smiled. She his stroked his cock for another few seconds, slowly working it while biting him over and over. She reached up and grabbed a handful of fur, pulling him down to his knees and then pushing him onto his back. “Now. You will fuck me and make me howl as loud as you did, or I’ll tease you the rest of the night,” Kiral promised. She was grinding her wet pussy on his cock, already feeling it coming to life once more. “And yes, you may.”

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

[pumpkinbirth]

Can you do a car birth but the girl didn't know she was pregnant and doesn't have time to take her clothing off

I cranked the cars AC up further, letting out a sigh of relief when the cold air hit me. While the weather was perfect, the temperature left a lot to be desired. Still, that wasn't going to stop me from enjoying the little nature day trip I'd had planned for myself for awhile.

Things had been odd lately, and I hoped that this would give me a chance to clear my head. Lately I (and unfortunately almost everyone I came into contact with) had noticed I'd been putting on weight, my stomach rounding out and resting heavy on me. I couldn't pinpoint the cause, and I didn't exactly have doctors visit money right now, so that wasn't an option.

My train of thought was interrupted by a dull cramp, and I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. It had been doing that since I woke up this morning, at first I thought it was out of excitement for everything I had planned for today, but each time it seemed to hurt a little more. Oh well, I thought to myself, worst case I'll just throw up and get it over with.

Another hour passed, by now I'd reached the part of the route where my phone signal went out, which meant I was nearly there. "Thank god, too," I murmured, trying to regulate my breaths. There was a weirdly intense pressure building up inside me, but oddly enough it didn't feel like the kind that preceded getting sick.

No one else was up at the park and hiking trails at this time of day, so I parked hurriedly and half stumbled out of the car. Making my way to one of the dim bathrooms by the unattended ranger station, I braced myself against the worsening pressure, mentally preparing myself to throw up. Instead I felt the pressure shift inside, and I let out a choked sound of confusion as a sudden, powerful torrent of liquid gushed out of me, completely soaking the bottom half of the cute overalls I'd decided on today.

"Wh...what was tha-aaAAHN!!" I barely had the chance to wonder what had happened when another cramp wracked me. Amidst the pain my mind raced, and my face paled as the pieces all clicked together. A shaking hand ran over my belly, and I carefully exited the bathroom, mindful of the mess I'd made. I crossed back to my car, hurriedly starting it and backing out of the lot. If what I thought was happening was really happening, then I had to get to a hospital as soon as I could.

Another cramp...no, another contraction made me cry out, my knuckles whitening as I gripped the wheel. Huffing and groaning through the pain, I was determined to be able to make it, but simple determination wasn't enough. My breaths had turned panicky as I pulled over, my car surrounded with nothing but dense forest for miles.

"F-fuck...fuck, there's so much pressure...!!" I groaned, shuddering as I felt the bizarre sensation of something pressing firmly against my cervix. My hands trembled as I started to unhook the top straps of my overalls, but I only managed to undo one when the powerful urge to push overtook me, and I couldn't stop myself. Clenching my teeth and holding my thighs apart, I bore down, my hips rocking in an attempt to ease the pain.

Adrenaline was coursing through me now, and I tried again at unlatching the other strap of my overalls. I succeeded, but soon realized with horror that in my current position, I wouldn't be able to take them all the way off. There was no time to figure out a backup plan, and soon I was bearing down against the pain again, moaning loudly as I felt my cunt stretch wide, held open by a baby I didn't even know existed in me until just now. The head pressed against the crotch of my overalls, but luckily they were roomy enough that it wouldn't be hurt.

I labored like that for what felt like hours, more fluid bursting out of me around the baby's head, dripping messily off the sides of my car seat. I'd propped one of my legs up on my dash, holding myself as open as I could, and while I couldn't see how far I'd come, it felt like I only had a little more to go.

Eager to be free of the pain, I huffed and panted, letting out a guttural scream as I pushed hard. All of a sudden I felt a hot rush of pressure as the rest of my baby slid free, bringing one last gush of my water with it. Before exhaustion could overtake me I quickly managed to pull my overalls down just enough in order to pull my baby free, bringing the small thing to my chest.

"Wh...where did you even come from, huh?" I asked tiredly, catching my breath.

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Bend the Knee: Kyoya x Reader

Thanks @ouranbound for the idea <3

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“I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present."

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Sometimes Kyoya's betrothed needs help adjusting from their commoner life to one of splendor.

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Kyoya Ootori x gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, arranged marriage, Commoner! Reader

Warnings: None

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“Quit.”

“What?”

“Quit. You complain about that job every night, so just resign.”

You sit up on the couch, gasping to even begin to make the young heir understand how preposterous his words were. He barely even noticed, just kept his eyes glued to his novel as you were having a crisis. Just another normal Tuesday in this household. “I can’t quit just like that, without two weeks’ notice.”

“The other employees did.”

“But I’m their best,” you scramble, “I can’t bail while they’re still looking for two more people.”

Kyoya scoffed, licking his fingertip and turning a page. “Is that how they treat their best? Overworked and underpaid? They don’t sound like very good bosses to me.”

“It’s not that, it’s…”

It was that. It was exactly that, which made his smug smile all the more frustrating, igniting that fire under your nails to just punch his lights out. But then you’d have to admit it’s bothering you, and he would win, and even though you were engaged to marry this man, you just couldn’t have that.

You ran your hands through your hair, dropping back down onto the couch. His office futon wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, perhaps to discourage relaxation during work hours, but it’s what you dealt with in order to spend time with him in the evenings, a change you would certainly implement once your name was on the deed and in the will--a revamp of his working space was imperative.

But you supposed you couldn’t complain. It was your little life together, where he manages a multi-billion dollar empire and you whine about your job, where he pretends to not pay attention while you spill your guts. What was the sense in commenting when he knew you wouldn’t take his advice?

“I’ve worked hard for this position,” you settle on, closing your eyes and letting your brain do the work. “I’ve climbed the ladder and gotten promotions and I used to feel so important, and it isn’t my dream job, sure, but I’ve enjoyed the process.”

“Then it’s time to move on to something different,” he suggests, and his tone is softer than usual, though still careful to sound detached. “You know I have more than enough money to provide for you and our family someday. Is that not enough?”

You open your eyes when the voice sounds closer, right above you, and you see him kneeling down beside you on the couch. You start to sit up, but he pushes you back down, helping you stretch out your spine, shake out the stresses in your limbs. And when he takes your hand, drawing his long fingers over the arch of your wrist and against your palm, you were startled to see him at eye-level.

Kyoya Ootori bent his knee to no one except you, and only once, when he slipped that pretty gold ring on your finger. But here where you lay, your faces were on the same level, and you felt like an equal.

“The world I come from isn’t black and white, Kyoya,” you say, as he strokes the back of your knuckles. Such tenderness was seldom seen from him, but you revel in it, grasp onto it with dirty fists and brazen recklessness. To have him so attentive to your needs and listening to you was rare. It was a privilege, a standard you would soon be held to, as well. “To be just...launched into fame because my dad won the lottery is hard, I still need to adjust. It can all be gone in a second, so I can’t just drop something. I can’t...sever the safety net. They need me to keep the place afloat, and even as tough as it has been, I can’t leave on such bad terms. They need me. Just for a little bit longer.”

He sighs your name like the afterthought of a prayer, settling his other hand beside you on the couch. His fingers dig into every indentation, as if joining your discovery of its stiff cushions. The sheen in his glasses signaled he’d look into it, but there were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

He remained silent, odd for a man with all the answers, but he continued to look at you, not like he was trying to drill a hole through your head, but like you were a puzzle he was just beginning to figure out.

“Have I really been so absent, my love?” he whispered, raising his hand to your face. One finger stroked along your cheek, slowly, lulling you into peace. “I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present. Please, forgive me.”

All of the air was knocked out of your chest as his gentle words, so soft that you almost didn’t recognize him. When your parents betrothed you, and when you fell in love with him, agreed to marry him, even, you knew that he would always be an Ootori, with every string attached. You were ready for the challenge, ready to be with this man no matter what--but his sudden kindness was unexpected, the poetic words unfamiliar in your ears.

“Kyo, you think I wouldn’t forgive you?” you ask, taking off his glasses.

He let you, and when you set them on the nearby stand, his dark eyes glittered with something you had never seen before. Deeper than love, deeper than compassion, a feral protectiveness mixed with sadness skating across his face. It was so rare you saw him without this shield of his, you had almost forgotten how his eyes were like galaxies, like the murky night sky, expansive, swallowing everything in its path.

“If I had been suffering so, I wouldn’t forgive my partner had they not noticed,” he said.

“I’m not suffering...”

“Mmm-mm.” He shuttered your lips closed with his finger, and you couldn’t help but return the affection and press a kiss to it. He smiled, softly, and you thought about how long it had been since you had seen that smile, and how long it had been since he’s seen yours, too.

“I know I’m not the best at expressing my feelings,” he said, and when you snorted, he rolled his eyes and leaned away. “See, this is exactly why.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, giggling. The feeling was foreign in the pit of your chest, drumming near your spine. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat, softly wiping where you had kissed him, a repetitive, soothing motion. “I’m not the best at expressing my feelings. I’ve been raised to think that if you throw money at something, it will go away. It’s a powerful position to hold, knowing you can change everyone’s fates on a whim, but…” he swallowed, breaking eye contact, and you felt his energy shift into something vulnerable. “But you changed that. You make me feel...you make me feel. And at first I didn’t like it. I loved you, but I didn’t like what you did to me. I didn’t like how you made my world shift off-balance, until I realized my world was no longer my family’s company or stocks or what other stiffs thought of me. It was you.”

You tried to lean up and kiss him, but he grabbed your hands and held them in his own. “Please, let me finish, I want...I want you to know. We’ve been betrothed for so long, but I’d like to think we were only truly engaged when I bowed to you with that ring.”

“Okay,” you breathed, shallowly, taking it in, squeezing his hands to help him along.

“Because that took everything in me,” he continued, and his voice shook, his hands shook, and all you wanted was to gather him in your arms and hold him till he relaxed. “I was raised as a superior, but I’m not. Not with you. You are my equal, and I love you, and there’s no future with us if I can’t look beyond my own problems to see yours.”

Your stomach quelled in light of his confession. The life of luxury and fame you had so recently come to know was a blur compared to his childhood swathed in privilege. Only six years ago you were waiting tables to save up for college when your dad bought a lottery ticket for the hell of it. Now you were attending charity balls and engaged to the son of the richest man on earth.

He took a shaky breath and kissed your forehead, seeming to only find the courage once his lips met your skin.

“I notice. I swear I do,” he said. “I tried to act disinterested when you vent to me because it was a protection, it was a way to stay cold, because that was all I ever saw from my mother and father. They were separate people who happened to live in the same house. That’s not us. I’m not my father. I swear I notice. I notice your tired eyes and your tense shoulders and your fake smile and I want to fix it, but I don’t know how, so I clam up. I shut down. And I’m sorry. I truly am, my darling. I don’t know how you put up with me.”

It was an absolute miracle that you could even breathe at the end of his speech, panting almost as heavily as he was. And when you leaned forward to kiss him, this time he didn’t object, but pulled you even closer, shrouding your body with his, his sharp scent overwhelming your senses, clouding the air around you, even when there was no distance between you. His mouth was hot with passion, yet reserved, and though it wasn’t the first time you kissed, it was the first time you thought he meant it when he told you he loved you.

“Kyoya, I love you,” you whisper against his lips. “I have for so long. I wouldn’t have stayed with you if I didn’t, no matter what our parents said.” He laughed, nipping your bottom lip lightly. “And I don’t want you to change for me. You’re under so much pressure, I understand why you act like you do. But our home isn’t Wall Street. My heart isn’t some business bargaining chip. You don’t need to fight your nature to love me. It’s one and the same.” One of his tears splashes down onto your face. “So just see me. Love me. Choose to be vulnerable. I promise it won’t scare me off.”

“I will. I promise.”

He kissed you again, burning his brand against your tongue, hard like a handshake to know he meant it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, like you were breathing the same air, using the same lungs, the same heart beating in tandem.

When you let go, his forehead remained pressed against yours. His eyes were slightly open, watching you, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. He was so soft, like this. You wanted to hold him forever.

“Come to bed with me,” you whisper, trailing a hand through his hair. “I just want to spend time with you.”

He kissed your forehead, rubbing his nose against yours in compliance. “I’ll spend all the time in the world with you, beloved,” he sighed, capturing your lips once more. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

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Kofi

[elizabeths-writing-corner]

"Movie night" Obey me! Mammon smut

☁ I kinda forgot I have a writing account...💀 Well,, I wanted to write something chill and this kinda came to me naturally. I can write smut for Mammon with my eyes closed besties

Mammon x gn!Reader

tw: blowjob (m!receiving), riding, cumming, praise, mammon being vocal as fuck because I like him that way :))

+18, minors please don't interact with this post, thank you!

wc: 680

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Doing movie marathons and staying up all night with Mammon were some of your favorite activities to do together. This time he decided to play something much more romantic than usual. Of course, if anyone asked, it was your idea to watch a movie with a pornographic plot.

One of the more spicy scenes appears on the huge HD screen; characters floodlit by a dim, warm light are undressing each other in a heated make-out session, a symphony of moans and much-exaggerated whines flood into your ears.

You are leaning against Mammon's chest, his hand lying on the backrest behind your head. His body heats up with every second and he's doing his best to not look at you, but he's dying inside to touch you due to his escalating lust. It is almost pitiful to look at him in this state.

Not thinking about it too much you grab the demon by his belt and pull him closer into a surprise, much-awaited kiss at which he lets out a squeak but quickly gives in to you.

Your hand wanders to his clothed cock, you intentionally put pressure on it, making Mammon whimper.

"Hey! Be careful where you're placin' your hand," he growls all flustered. You respond with an innocent smile.

His pants and boxers are being pulled down to his ankles to eventually be thrown to the floor, next to the couch you're sitting at and his erected cock springs free, letting out thin strings of precum. It's pretty; tanned with a pinkish, smooth tip, and slightly curved to hit your most sensitive spots.

You lick your lips in anticipation and take it into your hand, stroking it gently at the base. You're glad it's late in the night because otherwise, everyone would hear Mammon's high-pitched moans that he can't muffle even when he tries to.

You place a soft kiss at the tip of his cock before taking it in your mouth. Your tongue works skillfully around his girth, tracing every vein, which makes your boyfriend wiggle underneath you.

"Ah, yes, that's my human," he puffs out, grabbing your raised-up butt in his hand and squeezing its flesh. "Go faster, faster, please..."

Your head's babbling fast on his dick. You don't even notice when he starts bucking his hips up, pushing his cock into your throat, and chasing his upcoming orgasm. His eyes clamp shut when he cums, his white, sticky semen floods into your mouth. You back off, struggling to normalize your breath.

"C'mere, fucking sit on my cock, yeah?" he rushes you and you obey without any complaint.

You take your bottoms off in a hurry and position yourself above Mammon's hard cock. He takes it in his hand and aligns it with your entrance.

"Slide it in, all the waa-!" his sentence cuts off by his loud moan when you take his whole length at once without any warning. "F-u-ck~" he whines.

You begin energetically jumping on his cock, sloppy sound of your skins hitting each other is accompanied by the noise of the movie that you left playing.

Mammon's hands slide under your shirt, caressing your soft chest and perked nipples that he loves to play with. He helps you take off your top to see your naked body in full glory.

"You know how to ride, don't you? Yeah, you fucking do."

He wraps his arms around your waist and helps you bounce your tired body on him, while his face lays buried in your hot chest.

"I'm gonna cum, babe! Cum with me, please, cum, cum, cum..!" he babbles with his two remaining brain cells that are trying hard not to shortcircuit from the overwhelming pleasure.

You barely manage to slide his cock out of you before he cums all over your ass and your hand that pumps his length. Your legs are shaking from your own orgasm which doesn't go unnoticed.

"Lay down," he says barely catching his breath. "You've done enough. Stupid human, you shouldn't be doin' all the job yourself," he grunts, looking almost mad at you.

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“Come here. You can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

Y/N never would have imagined that being in the mafia required so much…. Paperwork. But it did. And she didn’t usually mind, no, she was a good girl for Harry in all levels.

But she was horny. They had an amazing sex life, Y/N couldn’t ever complain, but he had been so busy lately that she was feeling a bit needier than usual. This was something that she didn’t know how to go about, because she wasn’t the most forthcoming when it came to sex. Harry was the one to push and tease and loved to make her shy and blushy.

So to initiate, she climbed into his lap and kissed his neck. At first it had just been a peck. But then it continued, Y/N shifting in his lap a few times until Harry was broken out of his work mode and realizing just what was going on.

“Wha’s the matter?” He spoke softly. “‘It feels nice, pet, but… what’s going on with you? Just feeling extra lovey?” He stroked her thigh, making her sigh and shyly spread her legs open. He stroked the bare skin there, getting a shiver from her and a bit wider of a spread.

“Mhm.” She buried her face in his neck, hugging him close as he stroked her skin, trying to go back to his emails.

That only lasted about 2 minutes before he felt his hand slowly being moved. Y/N took his wrist and guided it up, up, until his hand was cupping over her bare cunt. The bare, wet cunt that had his breathing hitch and body stopping for a moment before heat filled his stomach.

“Ahhhhh… so that’s what’s the matter.” He hummed. “My baby girl is horny.” She whined at the accusation but ultimately nodded into his neck, rubbing herself against the hand pressed up against her. Smearing her arousal all over his fingers and the top of his hand, she let out a weak moan.

It was a rarity for her to be so bold and give him such clear signals. He usually did it and didn’t mind. But this was an extra special day for him, because she truly couldn’t wait for it. She had wanted him so badly that she had brought his hand there and began to use it on herself, which made the man incredibly turned on.

“That’s my girl…” he whispered. “That’s what I like to see. Poor baby… was so horny, couldn’t even wait for me to bend you over the kitchen counter, could you?” He ran a finger over the folds and she jerked slightly, shifting so he had better access. All she wanted was pleasure from him, and Harry wouldn’t ever deny his girl.

“Never can say no to my precious little princess. Cant let such filthy words like ‘daddy, can you play with my pussy’ unless I’ve already got you fucked out. So you’re gonna sit there and just take it like that?” He chuckled. “I love it. Love my shy girl.” He kissed her temple, fingers slowly finding her clit and placing some pressure on it.

“Drippy pussy with a swollen clit. Y’need to make yourself cum on my fingers so badly, yeah?” He held them to her as she rubbed herself up and down, lifting her hips and holding on to his shoulder. A shaky moan and a nod into his shirt was the confirmation he had asked for, her hand holding his wrist right where she wanted it.

“Go ahead, darling. Make yourself feel good on my fingers. Use me to get off. I love this. Always want you to feel good. Never gonna complain about you cumming.” He praised. “I’ve got to make this call. But keep on doing that, sweet thing. When you’re gonna cum, jus’ go ahead. Don’t need to ask me this time.” His free hand reached for the phone and brought it to his ear.

She knew he was doing this to make her cum harder. He didn’t have to take the call now. But it got her off. His attitude, the way he carried himself, the way he didn’t give a single fuck. Plenty of times people had walked in with her sucking at his cock under the desk, and she managed to soak through a pair of shorts that way.

She breathed heavily into his neck as he answered the phone, talking lowly and in his more firm and authoritative voice. His fingers angled perfectly on her clit, she had found the perfect rhythm and she humped against them. He was thoroughly enjoying it, with his fingers drenched and her slick dripping down to his wrist, he didn’t care at all about the mess.

In fact, he welcomed it.

“I don’t really give a fuck who’s fault it is. Fix it.” His voice dropped, and maybe he made it a bit meaner than he had to but he got the desired effect when her hips sped up, tiny whines into his skin. For a girl as sweet as candy, she sure as fuck loved when Harry was a dick. She loved when he yelled at people who interrupted. It got her dripping wet, got her needy and wanting.

She was fucked up, just like him. She just didn’t show it on the outside.

“Fuck, are you all idiots?” He growled, pressing his fingers harder against her. She whimpered a little ‘yes, yes’ into his shirt as she moved harder. It only made him continue. Poor guy on the other end, but his baby had to cum.

“If I hav’ta come down there to fix it, there won’t be anything left of all of you to find. D’ya understand? I’ll have y’idiots offed before you can ruin yet another shipment because you can’t follow directions. D’ya even know who the fuck I am? Who you’re working for?” He hissed, eyes moving to his soaked hand as Y/N sloppily moved against it. She was close.

“That’s what I fucking thought. Now it better be fixed. Don’t call me back. I’m gonna be fuckin’ my girl.” His blunt nature wasn’t a surprise, but it was another thing that turned her on.

The call ended, and Harry could feel her hips get sloppier in its movements. “C’mon. Cum for me. Know you like what daddy’s an ass. Makes you so wet for me.” He cooed. “C’mon. Theres my dirty girl. Pussy is pulsin’ n’ waiting for my cock. Y’want to be filled, right?” He teased, free hand moving her hair to the other side of her neck.

“Yes, yes I do. Please….” She sulked, thighs shaking and slightly tired from the effort. The fuzzy feeling was in her belly, so close to the band snapping.

“Good. The. Let go f’me, baby. Cum all over my fingers so I can fill your dirty pussy up with my cum. Make y’walk out with it dripping between your thighs.” He urged. Taking one hand, he lifted it up and brought it down on her ass got a spanking- and she was a goner.

Babbling lottle sobs of nonsense left her lips as she came, body shaking as she clung to him. His fingers staying right where they were until she was too sensitive, sniffling slightly at the overwhelming feeling.

“There we go.” He soothed, pulling his fingers up to their faces. “Clean up your mess, n’then I want you bent over the desk. Need to cum inside that cunt.”

[zeeroweenies]

mean dom eren making y/n play her nintendo while he fucks her from behind cause she’s been so needy all day

JESUS 😩

cw: ddy kink, eren being fucking mean, he doesn’t let you cum 😬

Nag. Nag. Fucking nag. Eren was sick of it, hearing that whiny little voice calling for him and those big pathetic doe eyes widened at him with you tugging on his arm for his attention, prompting an annoyed grunt from him. What could you possibly want this time?

“Daddy, play with me.” He takes note of the handheld game in your hand, but something’s telling him that’s not the kind of game you wanna play, feeling the way you rock your hips silently on top of him to get him to take the hint.

Somewhere in between playing smash bros you began thinking about Eren’s dick, how good it would feel if he was inside you right now filling you with his cock hitting that spot he always does— and now you’ve got a little mess on your hands.

You were soaking through your panties, he could see it— feel it, staining the fabric of his gray sweats leaving behind a wet patch with your puffy pussy visible to him. “I’m horny…” you trail off. It’s barely above a whisper, but Eren hears you just fine.

You’ve gotta be kidding. He just fucked you three hours and now you’re back begging for more? Always such a cockthirsty fucking slut.

He feigns nonchalance, making you fall with a light push of your chest and landing next to him. “Get off, you’re making a fucking mess.”

A dejected pout forms on your lips, giving him the same look as before from his foul attitude. “Why are you being so mean to me?” There you go again, that whiny fucking voice. He couldn’t stand it.

Fine, you wanna play? He’s got another game for you.

The screen of your Nintendo is brightly lit in front of your face, shaking and jolting about while Eren pounds into you from behind as you stumble on your words. “Da– daddy, slow down—”

“Shut the fuck up.” It comes out mean, icy as he focuses on thrusting into you harder. It’s what you deserved, you’re too fucking bratty for your own good. “All you do is talk, always fuckin’ nagging.”

“B-But— ah— I’ve b-been good today, daddy–”

That was a fact. You were good, doing everything Eren asked of you which was shy of your typical bratty nature, actually leaving him be which meant staying out of his sight. But he doesn’t seem to think so, roughly fisting his calloused fingers through your strands and giving it a harsh tug as he dangerously whispers in your ear. “No, you haven’t. Stop being a little fucking liar.”

His words make you whine as much as they bring tears to the pits of your eyes, rolling quickly down your cheeks as he slips in and out of your wet cunt. “You’re so mean, m’t-telling on you,” you sniffle.

An unimpressed scoff makes its way out of his lips, making you shiver as his warm breath fans your ear, leaning in to lay a wet, messy kiss to your neck and jaw before coming up again. “To who? Jean isn’t here to save you, angel.” Your toes curl inwards against the soft sheets as you allow him to fuck you harder, deeper while you direct your attention to the game in front of you with you greedily pushing your ass against his pelvis at the sweet feeling of him filling you up.

“That’s it, focus on your game so I can fuck this little cunt stupid.” His grip shifts from your hair to your hip where his other hand rests, applying pressure with his thumbs into the small of your back as he pulls you further onto him, cries and whimpers growing louder when he starts to rut into you with even more force than before. “If you die, I’m not letting you cum.” He grunts lowly, your tight cunt milking him as he gets closer to his own high.

You’re moaning like a slut around his cock, mindlessly fucking yourself back onto him from how good he makes you feel as your pussy coats his length in your cream allowing him to easily fuck in and out of you. “Fuck, daddy, fuck—”

You try to focus as hard as you can, but with Eren’s hips snapping into you with a force you never knew he could muster, his long thick cock rubbing against your sweet spot repeatedly you can’t help but fumble the small console in your trembling hands. It drops face up on the bed as you reach your high, but also consequently making you lose the game.

“Gonna cum daddy,” babbles fall from your lips as you nail the sheets beneath your fingers tightly before feeling Eren quickly pull out with a wet squelch, grunting loudly as he watches himself paint your ass cheeks with his cum, mockingly smearing it around at your defeat when he finally comes down.

He sighs as he pulls back, stepping down from the tall bed to go shower as you spin around with a dissatisfied look on your face, the sound effects of the video game playing in the background signifying your loss. Whomp whomp whomp. “But… I didn’t get to cum. And you didn’t do it inside me..”

“I know you didn’t,” Eren states without issue. “Told you if you lost I wouldn’t let you.”

The fabric of the blanket is bunched between your fingers still trying to convince him to let you have your way. “But I’m still horny, daddy.” You cry, eliciting a shrug from Eren who doesn’t seem to care in the least bit.

“Too bad, maybe if you weren’t such a cock hungry slut you would’ve won.” He states before turning on his heels and disappearing from the bedroom leaving you with that aching feeling still blooming in your core.

It isn’t until you’re both laying in bed the same night, the glow of the moon bouncing off of Eren’s skin with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep your warm body flush with his. And it doesn’t take long for you to start temptingly pushing your ass out against his dick that was starting to form a tent in his shorts at your movements.

“What’re you doin’? Stop.” You didn’t try to, you just couldn’t wait! And with Jean working extra long shift hours there was no way you were gonna string yourself out that long without some cock.

Putting on your best voice, you alternate your grinding from side to side to up and down motions, bringing his hand to the soaked spot on your panties. “M’so wet, need you to take care of me daddy.”

Fuck it, he wasn’t really sleeping anyways, and you’ve already got him hard as a rock through his boxers. Letting out an annoyed grumble he sits up until he’s towering over you, making your cunt throb when he tugs his shirt over his head to reveal his toned abs and begins to hook his hand past his waistband to tug his shorts down. “You better cum before I do cause I swear to god I’m not fucking you for the rest of the night after this, I’m not fucking playing.”

“Kay, daddy.” You nod contentedly, spreading your legs as wide as they can go so he can sink his fat cock in your pussy, letting out a pleased sigh feeling his tip touch your cervix before he starts to fuck you at a rough pace. There’s no way you ever really lose.

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[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Shouta Aizawa x Reader

CW: yandere, stalking, rape/noncon, pain kink, pain play, mild scent kink, home invasion, gags, restraints, virginity kink, scumbag aizawa, pet play, humiliation, cum stuffing, fingerings, snowballing, voice kink

SYNOPSIS: You have been calling the same phone sex operator for months, creating stalker and CNC fantasies. What happens when he rings true to his words?

AN: this is very dark, be warned! just had to make a fic out of the little idea I had <3

It’s always you who requests him. He can tell you're a virgin, the way your voice wavers when you feel like responding to him. Sometimes you don’t, letting your breathy moans do the talking for you.

“Good little girl.”

“Getting off to a phone call from your stalker? What a whore.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

”Do you like that, pretty little kitty?”

He never had a knack for giving nicknames, but he had to make it known that he remembers you. Remembers that voice. Hopefully, he’ll be able to remember your body one day.

Tracking you down was easy enough; you didn't bother to block your number and public records was just calling his name. God did he love untouched girls like yourself. So wet and pliant, so easily manipulated, so naive to believe everyone had good intentions.

Cameras were placed around your house so he could watch you when he couldn't hear you. If it was a stalker you wanted, he was going to give it to you.

You called often and asked for him always—such an obedient girl. The live feed from your bedroom streamed in front of him whenever you rang, but he was tired of playing games this week.

“Just look at the way you’re kneading yourself; you like to tease yourself. Don't you, kitty?”

Your breath hitched, but he knew it wasn't from pleasure. Looking around, he chuckled at your confused expression.

“You got a real cute face, you know that kitty? I can't wait to fuck it one day.”

Be rational, you told yourself. Its all part of the fantasy, right? He can’t actually see you.

“That’s a cute bed spread you got there, I didn’t take you for the type who liked lilies. You always keep roses in your kitchen vase.”

Okay, he was definitely listening to you now.

“Say, you live on 14th Street, don't you? Why don't I come down and give you an in person session?”

“What do you say, kitty? Or should I just break in like I always tell you I would?”

The phone hung up after that comment. Sure, you were up to the fantasy of being stalked and raped; that’s why you called him. It was too embarrassing to tell a partner your fantasies, not like you had one. Or roommates for that matter.

His voice is what soothed you after a hard day, but now it kept ringing in your ears. Listening to his breathy chuckles sent shivers down your spine, but you never expected to feel them there.

Three raps came from your bedroom door before it opened. You were buried in your sheets, hopelessly, desperately attempting to be asleep. Like that would stop him.

“I know you're awake.”

An “ah” of realization came from him.

“Unless you sleeping peacefully is part of the fantasy. This is new, but I can indulge you in that kitty.”

The bed dipped and creaked with his weight, fear sinking into your heart further as a hand smoothed itself over your shoulders.

“So tense.” He tutted. “I’ve got something that can help you relax.”

His tongue lapped at the outer shell of your ear; arm slung over your blanketed body.

“Such a naughty girl. Tell me, how many times did you get off to the sound of my voice telling you I was going to take your virginity by force.”

A hand snaked its way up to your throat, squeezing gently enough not to cause pain but enough to cut off part of your air.

“Tell me you want me to rape you, here and now. Or I’ll take you out to the alley and make a display of it.”

His voice barely reached above of a whisper the entire time, the same soft sound he used over the phone. Hot breaths tickled your ear and neck as you squirmed, gasping at straws for air.

“I promise to be gentle; I know you like a tender man who takes what he wants.”

Your throat restricted even more under the hand to the point where you felt light-headed.

“Please!” You gasped, using your nails to scratch at his wrapped fingers. The pressure withdrew.

“Please what, kitty? C’mon, you can do it.”

“P-Please rape me.”

A sharp laugh came from behind you.

“Is that any way to address me? I thought we were using special nicknames here.”

He let you have your moment, apparently amused to see you choke for air as he stroked your back.

“Please rape me...sir.”

“Atta girl.”

The hand made its way back to your throat, only resting there as the thumb stroked over your tender flesh. The other one snuck under the blanket and groped at your chest.

“You're a virgin, aren't you, kitty? Don't worry; your owner is going to talk you through it. Nice and slow so you feel everything I'm giving you.”

Fingers wiggled their way under your bra and began pinching at your nipples, tugging and pulling at the hardening nubs.

“Stop squirming, or I’ll have to tie you up. You'll get your treat soon enough, kitty.”

You yelped after a particularly rough tug, tears springing in your eyes. His one hand managed to rip your bra apart, giving better access to his perverted fingers.

“I know you like it, the way I knead your pretty little breasts. Come, take your clothes off. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Everything came off before he instructed you to stand at the edge of the bed for him. He circled you like a predator, making inspections.

“I have to make sure my kitty is well-groomed and taking care of herself.”

The weight of his hot breath on your skin weighed down on you, pulling you further under his spell. He lifted your arms and smelled your scent.

“Lavender deodorant? What a shame; I wished I could have smelled your natural musk.”

Humiliation flushed your face hot. Disgusting pervert, it seemed he was into everything as long as it wasn't consensual.

“Sit down on the bed, legs spread.”

The baritone of his voice shook you to your core, but not in the pleasurable way you're used to.

“Don't make me ask twice, pet.”

His command was hard to ignore after following them for such a long time; it was practically instinctual to do as you were told. Shaking legs spread as you turned your head to the side. Another tut rolled off his tongue as he gripped your cheeks with one hand.

“Don't turn away from me. I want to see the look in yours when I take you and make you mine.”

You hadn't even realized before that he had brought a bag with him. From it, he took a bar spreader, rope, and a spider gag, all of which he put on you. The gag made your mouth uncomfortably wide, leaving nothing to his imagination.

Rough fingers pull you tongue from your mouth, his own coming down to lick at before spitting down the back of your throat.

“Swallow.”

You did.

“Good kitty.”

The name didn't comfort you anymore. Nothing about him comforted you anymore. Not his voice, not his nickname, and certainly not his breath, which you felt like was burning all over your body.

“I’m going to be nice and leave your throat alone today. However, if I give you a treat, you will swallow it. Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded, terrified at the notion that he intended to come back after tonight. Crouching down in front of you, he inspected your wet pussy before spitting on it as well. Gingerly moving your lips, he circled your tight hole and stood up.

“That should do.”

Watching him undress himself seemed to make time move slower, knowing that he was about to take your virginity within minutes. His hard cock sprung out from his boxers and hit his happy trail, bobbing slightly against his abs. Not only was this man toned, but he was also huge.

“In we go, kitty.”

Not even taking the courtesy to gather some slick from you, he pushed in, taking his sweet time as he locked eyes with you. He went agonizing slow, grinning as you wailed in pain.

“Hurts, doesn't it? Let's see how painful we can make this.”

You were hardly prepped, only having wetness left behind from your previous phone call. It stung, and it stung bad. Your eyes wept as you looked up at him with a pleading gaze, hoping he would take mercy on you. He did no such thing, pinching your clit between his fingers and rolling it with intense pressure. Moaning, he watched as you convulsed and twitched in pain beneath him.

“Being such a good girl for me, kitty.”

Another glob of spit landed in the back of your throat, making you gasp and choke on your sobs. He loved that you were an ugly, messy crier. It only served to make his dick harder.

Once he bottomed out, he stayed there for a while, letting you feel the fullness of his thick cock.

“The name’s Shouta, by the way. I'm sure you must have been curious.”

He spoke so casually, so calmly. It made you furious how collected he was while you were a whimpering, sniffling mess.

“Don't worry; we’ll have all the time in the world once we’re done to get to know me.”

Goddamn, that voice. That hypnotizing, nauseating voice. It's the reason you're stuck here underneath a fucking phone sex operator that turned out to be your stalker. What a mess.

A tap to the temple pulled you back to the present.

“Keep your focus here, kitty.”

Hips drew back and snapped into you, not letting you take a moment to adjust as he set a brutal speed.

Oh, how you wished you could leave your body, but if anything, your senses were all the more enhanced, taking in every last drop of your surroundings. The sounds of the bed creaking under his pounding, his grunts and breaths, the skin slapping against skin, your own cries of misery. The feeling of his breath, how your once silk sheets now felt like sandpaper across your skin, the metal of your binds, and the burn of your rope. Everything and nothing all at once.

The minutes seemed to draw themselves out into hours as he continued his assault. He, or Shouta, you supposed, wasn't lasting very long. It didn't suit him; he seemed like a man of stamina. Maybe it was because he played out a sick fantasy of his that made him cum in minutes.

Unprotected, he came deep inside you before sliding out, giving your pussy a slap as he made his exit.

“Such a tight little kitty you've got there.”

Fingers at the ready, he stuffed his cum back inside you, toying with your clit all the while. He was quick to make you cum, making you see stars at the intensity of your orgasm.

“Don’t worry; I'll make you cum on my cock next time. I have plenty of games planned for us when I take you home.”

Pulling his fingers out, he pushed them down your throat to clean them before getting up and dressed again. He left you there, tied up and gone without a word.

In reality, he was just getting his car ready for you, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure of seeing your panicked face when he came back?

You were going to make a fine pet for him.

[bump1nthen1ght]

Forest Fun (Male!Reader x Tentacle Monster)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Tentacle Monster

Warnings: NSFT (18+ content) ahead, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Aphrodisaics

Word Count: 1448 Words

Summary: You encounter a creature in the woods, a creature all too eager to keep you to themselves.

Request: hi! can i request an nsfw tentacle monster x male reader? maybe dubcon and breeding if thats okay, i just feel theres a lack of tentacle nsfw on here. thank you and i hope you have a good day!

When you’re finally able to open your eyes, your entire body feels like solid cement. Each miniscule movement is tiresome, like swimming through a thick soup and drowning under the excess pressure.

You’re exhausted, but your senses are slowly returning to you. There's something moving, undulating, all around you. You can feel the muscles pushing and stretching across your body, caressing every nook and cranny. You’re so tired that it almost feels like a massage.

“Hnng...Hmm..” You moan, finding that only your face is untouched by….whatever it is that’s fondling you. The air is muggy and hot, your whole body coated in a light sheen of sweat. Your clothes rub uncomfortably against your skin. You want them off, you want them off now.

“Pretty….Pretty boy.”

A voice whispers, slow and raspy. The unfamiliar tone and it’s breath brushing against the back of your neck should send you running, but you’re so tired. The voice is so soothing, so full of adoration, you can’t help but sink into its tendrils.

The mass of tentacles begins to move you, pushing you further up and away from the ground. They continue to caress and fondle you, but a couple apply pressure; Spreading open your legs or sneaking under your work shirt.

That’s right, you were working. You had heard from your neighbors that the peaches from the forest were so juicy and delicious, they would fill your stomach for days. You had gone at the crack of dawn, heeding your Mother’s warning about the dangerous night, with a packed day-bag and your foraging clothes. After that, things are blurry.

You involuntarily gasp as a tentacle brushes against your crotch. The tiny touch sends shockwaves up your belly and down into your toes. A low purr vibrates against your back. The tentacles around your legs slowly move up your thighs, their grip growing tighter as they grow tantalizingly close to your growing bulge. You find yourself thrusting your hips upward, desperate for that fleeting sensation once more.

A tentacle slowly slithers up your shoulder and to your neck, affectionately squeezing at your jugular before coming up to pet your jaw. Your eyes lazily sweep down to it, lips parted as your breath grows heavier and heavier. That tentacle brushes against your bottom lip, pulling it down, admiring the color as your face grows more and more flushed.

In a quick movement, one tentacle wraps and boldly squeezes your erection, pressing through the pant’s fabric. You gasp and the tentacle near your mouth takes its chance; A thick, sugary liquid drops from it’s tip, right into your mouth.

The liquid glides down your throat like honey, leaving behind a thick coating and stirring a strong sensation in your gut.

You thought you were hot before, but the molten magma that shoots through your veins like adrenaline proves you so hilariously unprepared. Every nerve feels inflamed, your body burning but very much alive. The humid tentacles feel like cool aloe vera, temporarily satiating your overwhelming desire. You can’t help but moan around the tentacle which creeps into your mouth and begins playing with your tongue.

“....More…”

Two tentacles begin fondling your cock through your pants, one focusing on your balls while the other focuses on your sensitive head. The moan that leaves you is positively sinful, one which the tentacles like very, very much.

“Cute noises.” The voice whispers, echoing all round your head. It makes a sound very similar to a chuckle as you continue to groan from it’s ministrations, a damp spot forming at the center of your pants. “Want more.”

One tentacle leaves your weeping cock, deftly undoing your trouser buttons and pulling them down. It’s assisted by several other tentacles, which pet your thighs as they are revealed to the outside. Your underwear quickly follows.

Your moans devolve into whimpers and grunts as a tentacle wraps around the base of your cock, slowly working it’s way up to the head. It plays with the globs of pre-cum, massaging it into your shaft. The other tentacles resume fondling your balls, it’s sticky underside imitating the feeling of a tongue, sucking and tugging.

A cold wetness drips down your cock and into the crevice of your ass, forcing you to jerk  and clench your lower body. A smaller tentacle follows it, kneading the moisture into your skin before tentative poking at your asshole. Your body clenches once more and even the unabashed lust you feel doesn’t assuage your anxiety.

“Don’t worry.” The voice whispers, a tentacle soothingly stroking up your chest and shoulders. “Feel good, it will feel really good.”

You gag around the tentacle in your mouth, trying to voice your protests, but a tight squeeze to your cock silences it with a moan. The tentacle caressing your ass continues, rubbing the natural lube around your tight hole and lightly prodding it with it’s tip.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your shirt soaked through with sweat. Tentacles writhe underneath the fabric, pushing it up and over your nipples, tweaking them with a surprising amount of dexterity. The streaks of pleasure that run down your abdomen causes you to relax your muscles, your mind easily distracted by the delicious feeling. The tentacle groping your tongue leaves your mouth, uninhibiting your languid moans. In that moment, another tentacle pushes into your asshole.

“A-Ah!”

“See?” The voice laughs, slurred and drunk on lust, “Feels good.”

The voice is right; Although the shock had caused your lower body to tighten, the tingles of euphoria wracking your body quickly overshadowed any uncomfortableness. The pressure is foreign but the way the tentacle writhes and presses against your insides has your keeling for more. The tentacle widens in girth as it goes deeper and deeper, the pressure on your cock feeling more and more jarring as it stretches you open.

Your tongue rolls out of your mouth, saliva pooling down your chin as the tentacle writhes inside of you. Your eyes begin to lose focus, all your energy hyperattentive to touch, smell, the sounds of this creature gleefully pleasing you.

“Like that? Pretty boy likes it?”

You nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the tentacle around your cock squeezes your cock-base.

“Sooo...good.” You slur, hips lazily thrusting back into the tentacle, craving something more. “Faster, faster. Please.”

The creature acquiesces, the tentacle picking up its pace and fucking you harder. It leaves only the tip with each thrust, before shoving it and hitting your prostate. Another tentacle wraps around your cock, focusing on your shaft while the other fondles your head, almost savoring the taste of your sweaty dick. You feel your balls begin to tighten as the sensations overwhelm you, your noises devolving into hasty breathes and squeaks.

“Please, please-” You don’t even know what you are begging for at this point. You just know you need it and you need it fast.

“Yesssss.” The creature hisses. “Want our cum? Pretty boy wants us to fill him up?” You nod, nearly crying as the tentacles around your cock halt and the tentacle in  your ass slows it’s pace. “We will do it, fuck pretty boy full of us. But,” The tentacle around your cock-head pulses and you nearly jump from the pleasure, “We want pretty boy’s cum too. Want to feel it.”

You nod your head desperately.

“Yes! Yes, you can have it, anything! Please, just give me all your cum, please.”

The creature  purrs against your neck, it’s tentacles easily proceeding. You let out a cry of relief as the tentacle fucking your asshole grows sloppier and sluppier with it’s thrusts. The tentacles wrapped around your cock stroke you with a frenzy, that rising heat in your belly slowly reaching it’s apex.

“Fuck, fuck!” You shout.

“Yes, yes, pretty boy. Cum, cum for us.” The creature growls.

In a crashing wave, your orgasm washes over you. Your cum shoots through the air, covering your lower belly and even your chest. Tentacles quickly wrap all around your torso, lapping it up from your skin.

The tentacle in your ass keeps thrusting, pushing through the aftershocks of your orgasms, before it begins to spasm. A gush of hot liquid coats your insides, all other tentacles constricting around you as stream after stream of cum fills you.

It’s hard to catch your breath, even form a thought, as you sink into post-orgasm exhaustion. The tentacles continue to pet you,  but even their movements are sluggish as they massage your thoroughly wrecked body. Your clothes have been half-hazardly strewn about the forest, your naked bottom dripping and exposed to the elements. But neither you or the creature seem to care.

[luveline]

summer shower [Fred Weasley x reader]

Summary: Fred makes your asthma play up.

Tags: reader-insert, fluff, friends-to-lovers, pining, mutual pining

word count: 1.3k

When you were just turning 21 years old, you met a boy. He was in his third year to your second of university, funny as could be, and beautiful.

Fred Weasley was a man of many secrets, which you'd come to accept the longer you'd known him. You had no idea where he was from, where his parents lived, or even if he had any family. You didn't know where he'd gone to school before this. You certainly didn't know why he liked pumpkin pie so much!

There were many things you did know.

His eyes turned from brown to almost black in the sun, superheated and lovely. He squinted one eye against the sun when you lounged in the courtyards in an endearing attempt to always keep an eye on your face. He never crushed flowers when he walked and he always trapped spiders in a cup with a piece of card instead of killing them, seeming endlessly bemused at the small creatures.

It was a warm summers day. You were trying your hardest not to smile as he lay in the grass. Your friends had all departed, claiming headaches and essays that needed to be submitted, though you thought these were all just white lies to allow you some alone time.

It didn't matter. No amount of free time would finish the game between the two of you. Well, you hoped it was a game: Fred pretended he didn't fancy you and you pretended you didn't fancy him.

You shared a tenderness with him that was unlike any relationship in your life.

He was smirking up at you.

"What?" You asked, pouting playfully.

"You look like you're trying to solve world hunger," he said through a grin.

You shook your head, fixing your gaze back down on the book in your lap.

"Maybe one day," you said without looking up.

Fred laughed. It was a perfect laugh, infectious and happy. You smiled despite your best efforts not to.

The pages were thin between your fingers, almost a thousand condensed into a 3 inch textbook for your course. The tip of your pencil rested against the page, though sometimes it felt appropriate to bring it to your mouth, contemplative. Fred watched silently as you underlined and questioned the subject, only quirkiness an eyebrow as your frustration became obvious.

"I don't understand," you admitted finally, "how that is relevant to anything. Look at this!"

You poked your pencil angrily at the figure in question. Fred's eyebrows creased as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

"Doll, you know I don't understand a lick of it."

You sighed, closing the textbook mournfully. It didn't surprise you that Fred couldn't understand, you couldn't understand and you were actually taking the course for the last two and a half years. He was doing a completely different subject.

You threw yourself down flat, much too close to where Fred himself lay on the grass, knocking the air out of your lungs. You tried not to get too wound up, worried any agitation would cause a flare up.

You'd had a very bad asthma attack only a few days ago and had spent a day or two feeling very fragile and sorry for yourself. You didn't want a repeat.

The grass was cold and a little damp from the early morning dew.

You nibbled at your lip, searching the sky for something it couldn't give.

Fred was watching you.

"Oh my god! What do you want, you hooligan?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "You looked at me."

"You were looking at me!"

"Doesn't sound true. Falsehoods of such a nature are unkindly and uncouth."

"You're uncouth!"

"Yeah?" Fred asked, eyes hot.

Your mouth dried up. He was especially tempting like this, looking all homegrown and hand spun. His hair was lightened by the sun cover, strawberry blonde against his tanned and freckled face. Tanned now only after months of suffering sun burn miserably.

"I know what you're thinking." He said. You paid close attention to his mouth.

"Which is?"

"How did I get to be so devilishly handsome? Honestly, it's a question I ask myself often."

You withheld the urge to turn your face into the earth and scream.

He wasn't entirely wrong. You had been thinking about his good looks.

"How did you know?" You asked. You'd tried for bravado, for sarcasm, but it came out wrong. A little too sincere. You cleared your throat.

Fred pushed up onto an elbow so that he was looking down into your face. He studied the slope of your nose and the laugh lines you'd slowly gathered since meeting him. He reached forward, too slowly, to place the pads of his fingers gently on your cheek. You could pinpoint the exact moment he rested his palm on your skin.

He smiled gently. You beamed.

"Can I ask you something?"

You tried to read his face, preemptively guess the question.

"When do you ask my permission?"

"It's the kind of thing that requires two consenting parties."

Your mouth quirked into a waiting grin. Fred's ears grew red.

"Not that."

"Fred Weasley, embarassed. Somebody call the news."

He didn't answer, pushing the hair out of your face in a repetitive motion that sent tingles down your spine and a hot flush to your tummy.

You tried not to read into it, closing your eyes against the waves of excitement and happiness roiling through you. You didn't permit yourself to think of what it meant, because what else could it mean? Friends don't do the things you both did. Friends didn't gaze down into your face with unspoken feelings.

You lay there for some time, the excitement slowly turning to bone deep contentment, feeling yourself drift into an almost sleep. The breeze was soft and sweet, the ground beneath you cushioned by grass, and the handsome man hovering above you only sweetened the deal.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm," you said, tilting your chin to prompt him to continue.

"Will you look at me a second?

You opened your eyes obligingly.

"I wanted to ask you, do you -"

He cut himself off, peering up into the sky. You frowned, only to feel the unwelcome spatter of heavy sudden rain drops on your face.

You gasped, rushing to collect all of your things into your bag. Your textbook was already dampening by the time you'd fit it all. Fred pulled you up and began to run. You followed, laughing and struggling to be heard over the summer shower.

By the time you reached his dorm building, both of you were breathing hard. Fred said something through a laugh. You struggled to answer, hands on your knees.

"Y/N?"

Despite having asthma all your life and suffering many attacks, each time felt just as urgent and scary as the first.

Your eyes filled with tears.

"You're okay! You're okay. Where's your pump, huh? In your bag?"

He didn't wait for an answer, reaching into your bag as you gasped, though insistent on leaving one arm on your arm. The pressure was reassuring.

You tried to manage your breathing as you always did, gasping and gasping and gasping.

"Here, princess. Open up," Fred said.

You covered the hand he held your inhaler with your own, clamping down on his hand so hard you could feel the fine bones under his skin.

It took a while for you to settle down, thought this attack wasn't anywhere as bad as the one you'd had days ago.

"My hero," you coughed out, lungs aching.

Fred grimaced. "I'll always rescue you, my femme fatale."

"Misogynist."

"You have paper lungs, my love."

"That I do, Freddie. That I do."

Fred rubbed your back, insisting on carrying you up the steps to his dorm room. If you acted much more frail than you felt, it was nobodies business but yours and Fred's.