#yai's hunger during the kiss

[pharawee]

—Before, I thought it was just me who was jealous.

I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR 💮 Episode 7

[zqmbiescorpse]

GLADIATOR, PART 2

johanna mason x female reader

a/n: yay johanna is in this part, sorry if any parts seem messed up? i don't know if copying it from ao3 affected it.

summary: after winning the 72nd hunger games, quite a name had been made for you in the capitol - quickly becoming a favourite across panem. because of this, naturally, you find yourself thrown back into the horror of the games due to the 3rd quarter quell, representing district 5 one last time. though, not all is lost, fellow tribute and close friend, johanna mason of district 7, finds herself in the same position.

tags: graphic depictions of violence (sometimes), johanna mason, katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason x female reader, catching fire, mockingjay part 1, mockingjay part 2, 72nd hunger games, 75th hunger games, gore, eye gore, detailed descriptions of eyeball squishing, disabled reader, female reader, reader is missing an eye, reader is missing limbs, missing fingers, traumatic events, blood, choking, johanna mason needs a hug, rebellion, slow burn, mutual pining, scared of feelings, fluff, angst, making out, kissing, confessions, peeta has his prosthetic leg, maybe smut idk, tension, awkwardness, wlw, i love johanna so much

warnings for this part: trauma, mild violence - a lot lighter than the previous part, also mentions of forced prostitution

word count: 3.01k

(part 3) (masterlist)

You woke with a start, having been thrashing around in your sleep, evident in the many luxurious duvets and plumped pillows scattered around everywhere, that same nightmare fresh in your mind as you processed your surroundings. Every single night you relived the terror of the events that occurred during the games; your victory and merciless killing of the District 1 tribute whose name you hadn't even known. That was bordering on three years ago, of course, his name was engraved into your everyday thoughts now.

Lonnie Velasco. Funnily enough, his name was the only one you could remember out of all the 23 other tributes. His name was the only one you wanted to forget. Without fail, you'd see his face each time you closed your eyes, the memory of his golden curls slicked back with a grim, homemade gel consisting of sweat, blood, and grease - his perfectly kept tanned skin splattered with patches of crimson. Worst of all, it was the fear-stricken look in his eyes, silently begging you to let him live while he tried to breathe; the pressure of your hands squeezing his bruised neck, purples, greys and blues flourishing beneath your fingertips, the life draining from the blonde who was really just a boy.

After countless interviews celebrating your 'honourable' victory, every moment you had unfortunately shared with Lonnie in that arena was seared into your mind, constantly hanging over your head, the guilt clinging to your entire being, its nails digging into your flesh solidifying its position there.

Returning home to District 5, you and your family soon moved into a new, very expensive house provided by the Capitol as a reward for winning the games. It was much larger than anything you had lived in before; an appropriate accommodation for a family of six, but, a lot of the time you wished you could have the spacious building to yourself. You were happy they were happy, delighted that the elongated torture you had endured brought a little positivity into your life.

Yet, here you were, back in a Capitol apartment years later, being reaped for a second time. The third Quarter Quell. You couldn't exactly describe how you felt hearing your name get read out from that stupid slip of paper. Your stomach dropped in an instant, twisting and threatening to throw up any food you had consumed earlier in the day, your knees suddenly feeling weak, shaky, the lower half of your body easily mistaken for a wobbling jelly struggling to support the upper half.

There was no hope for a volunteer as you and an elderly woman were the two female victors of District 5, understandably she acknowledged the fact that her name wasn't called and moved on. Still, it wasn't fair that you had to plunge back into the nightmare, tearing open all gradually healing mental wounds wide open, re-exposed to the trauma of the games you had been working on overcoming. On top of that, you were also, very clearly, unsuitable for combat, your dominant hand having three out of five fingers made it almost impossible to grip anything, let alone a weapon. Not to mention you were half blind.

Crashing waves of anger, misery and hopelessness washed over you, not stopping anytime soon - causing your muscles to tense, teeth grinding against each other in order to stop yourself from lashing out in front of everyone, not wanting peacekeepers to view your perfectly natural, valid human emotions as acts of defiance.

That was days ago, time passed and so did your intense negativity, allowing yourself to take a calmer approach to the situation in front of you. You wanted to make it out alive, meaning you had to prepare yourself the best you could, mentally, more death and tragedy were coming, finding their way toward you, its dirty filthy ways of eternally fucking a person over crawling into the fresh, open flesh representative of your trauma. Then, you were provided with a shining beacon of hope.

That morning, Haymitch had caught up to you somehow, discreetly pulling you aside, out of sight without a single soul noticing your absence. At first, you hadn't thought it was weird, knowing Haymitch for a good while now made you close friends, leading you to believe that he had plans about something. You figured the girl from District 12, Katniss, who had won the Games alongside Peeta the year prior, was involved because of rumours circulating about rebellious acts committed in their games.

Although you were correct about her, you weren't expecting Haymitch to come out with this ridiculous plan to ensure the survival of Peeta and Katniss. Supposedly, he wanted you and, about, eight other tributes to secretly work together to get as many survivors as possible out of the arena, and the two victors of District 12 to District 13. The entire concept made your brain short circuit and you weren't sure if you fully understood what was going to happen, or why it was, yet, you leaped at the opportunity to aid in the rebellion, flattered to be so trusted by Haymitch. He was glad, feeling more secure that you were in on it too.

You let out a sigh, the breath wavering as you stared up at the ceiling of the unnecessarily huge apartment. Chances of getting back to sleep were slim, extremely slim, especially after being coated in an uncomfortable sweat from an incredibly vivid dream and the thought of Haymitch’s plan wouldn't leave you be.

Most of the other tributes, you found, suffered the same fate of constant night terrors, even combined it would be a miracle if between you a full ten hours was achieved. Restless, you'd heard that the others would venture down into the training rooms at night, though, not a single person laid a finger on anything dangerous. It was more of a social thing, they would go down there to clear their minds or maybe talk, depending on whether anybody else was down there with them.

Besides, the rooms had to have been left open for a reason - you speculated it was for the audience, to show strong friendships between past victors, making the upcoming games more exhilarating, entertaining, and possibly sad? Did the people of the Capitol have it in them to feel sad, to sympathise? You weren't sure.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you made sure your sleepwear looked somewhat presentable in case of finding company tonight, shuffling quietly through the apartments to avoid waking anyone who might've been resting. Surprisingly, the corridors and elevators were well-lit at this time, each bright shine leading you closer to your destination.

Eventually, you approached the set of heavy, double doors (metal you were sure) indicative of the training room and social areas. You brushed your shoulder up against it, jolts shooting down your body at the cold surface, slowly cracking the right door open, producing a limited amount of noise.

Squinting at the fully illuminated room, it took a second for your eye to adjust to the space. However, it didn't take long to spot the spikey, red-headed woman sitting not too far away from where you were standing; seemingly busy, not yet noticing you, her fingers running carefully along the edge of an axe, resting in her lap.

You'd known Johanna since the 73rd Hunger Games, the pair of you mentoring for your respected district tributes (7 and 5), thus giving you the opportunity to meet in person. Unbeknownst to you, she had watched your games as closely as you had watched hers the previous year, logical due to your similar age range - her older by just over a year. Because you and Johanna were the youngest mentors for that year, you remembered trying to make conversation, and a friend, so your time back in the Capitol was manageable.

"Can't sleep?"

Ripped away from your mindless daydreaming, you were met with an alerted Johanna, her entire attention fixated on you, a wide grin apparent on her face like she found humour in her own dumb question.

"No…I can't," You managed, the inner workings of your brain coming to a halt the second her eyes were on you. Normally, your mind works at a fast pace, and speaking to people was never an issue. Until it was. Until it was Johanna you were speaking with. "How are you feeling?" You offered, asking an unintentionally dumb question in return.

"How am I feeling?" She echoed, fired up and amused, but in an angry sense. "Pissed off, for starters."

"Sorry, I don't know why I asked that," You trailed off, feeling a bit awkward but really, your short-tempered friend wasn't all that bothered by it, she wasn't mad at you per se.

A sigh.

Watching as Johanna looked back down to the weapon, you didn't know if that was your sign to leave, frustrated at yourself for being so stupid and messing up a conversation before it even had a chance to get going. Tentatively, you turned toward the metal doors, about to walk away.

"It's fine." Shaking the hair out of her face, she lifted her head to gaze at you, catching how quickly you quipped back around to face her. "I'd rather have you for company than anyone else" Johanna cracked up, adding a swift, "Not like there's anyone decent about anyway," to the end of the sentence, retracting the affection immediately after it was given out.

"Well, thank you. It's been a while, kinda sucks this is the way I get to see you again" You paid a short amount of attention to what she had just said, possibly flustered and not wanting it to affect you.

"Kinda sucks?" Johanna laughed, that uniquely menacing laugh that you adored, "This is a load of shit, Y/N and I can't believe they're putting us through it again."

Her tone shifted, the irritation seeping from her words. You noticed her hand around the axe start to tremble furiously, chuckling still while gritting her teeth. You took it upon yourself to join Johanna, sitting down beside her and waiting for her to calm down. She did, the tense atmosphere becoming a comfortable silence.

Sympathy; it was all you could feel. A huge part of your admiration for Johanna came from the fire that burned so dangerously within her, her adamant refusal to sell herself away to the capital as a prostitute, to be used once more by those disgusting, thieving mutts. She lost her family because of it, because she wanted to have some of her life back after losing so much of herself in that damned arena.

You knew that, deep down, a part of Johanna resented you because you escaped the threat of it. The injuries that permanently mangled your body, from the brutality of that final brawl, made you unfit for it, undesirable to the citizens of the profound Capitol. Prosthetics and whatnot had been offered to 'fix you up', but you couldn't let them do that to you. If it weren't for the sheer entertainment your suffering brought for the Capitol, your family would also be dead because you defied them.

Pride was the last word you felt regarding your wounds; they didn't make you feel like the warrior you had been made out to be, they were just a constant reminder of the trauma you have endured - haunting any possible peaceful moments, taking over your life. For crying out loud, you couldn't even try to see the world how you used to before your games, literally and metaphorically (since you lost an eye and have to deal with wonky depth perception, on top of everything else.)

Her breath was in sync with yours, the inhaling and exhaling being the only noise in the room. From the corner of your eye, you could see her looking at you, observing you, while a smug yet warmish smile crept onto her lips. Sheepishly, you averted your focus from a random spot on the training room floor to glance at Johanna. She tilted her head and raised her dark eyebrows at you, expecting you to say something.

"I don't think I'm making it out of there alive this time," You said, honestly. You sensed it wasn't what the pretty redhead wanted you to say, however, you didn't miss the way her eyes softened slightly at your comment.

"We've all done it once, we're all capable." Johanna renounced, sharply intaking a breath, disturbed at what she had implied. "You'll be fine," she added, reaching out to pat your shoulder in support, trying to reassure you. You appreciated it deeply, a light flutter in your stomach.

Unexpectedly, her arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders, pulling you forward slightly, forcing you into an embrace, your arms mirroring the position of hers, your hand brushing against her back. It was silent for a moment. You could hear your own quickened heartbeat and you were sure she could hear it too. There was so little space between you that the sound of her opening her mouth to say something was impossible to miss; her breath tickling your earlobe as she leaned in even closer now.

"Are you in on it too, Y/N?"

All the tension built up in your cramped muscles loosened, providing a sensation that made you feel like you were deflating. The hug was merely a cover to disguise her question, so anybody watching wouldn't have heard what she was asking you, instead assuming that you and Johanna were sharing this moment of melancholy, in each other's arms. To be honest, you mistook it for the same thing. Working yourself up like that, hoping for something different than what you got. She was playing with you.

"Yes…I am," You responded, sensing she'd pull away at any second. She didn't.

Johanna let you stay there for a while. It comforted you both. You had no idea how she would be feeling exactly, but you knew it made you feel safe and appreciated, and hoped that it made her feel similarly positive, taking your mind away from the games for a brief instance of relaxation. Being pretty much cuddled into Johanna, she was all you could think about, as she often was. Occasionally, you would wonder if you made your feelings for her obvious, and of course wanted to know if there was any chance she felt the same, no matter the complications it would bring.

"We should get back," the redhead whispered, the soft, smoothness of her words enveloping your ear, cushioning it, steadily releasing you from her grasp.

"You're right, I'm starting to feel sleepy, for a change. I don't know what you did Johanna, but you've helped loads. Thank you." The gratitude slipped from your lips while a small hint of blush appeared on your cheeks.

Again, Johanna laughed, retrieving the axe she had set aside, standing up and waiting for you to follow, which you did with great haste. The pair of you sauntered toward the large metallic doors, remaining close to one another with each step, brushing shoulders every now and then.

You grabbed the handle, the metal as chilled as it was earlier. Getting the door for Johanna, opening it wide for her to pass through, she had stopped right in front of it, clutching the training axe, an unreadable, maybe frustrated, expression present.

"And what are you gonna do with that? Bring it back to bed with you?" You joked, finding yourself funny.

"No, silly," She chuckled back, for a second seemingly genuinely amused by you, then to your surprise, the District 7 tribute pivoted sharply and hurled the axe across the training room, the weapon wedging itself into a padded area on the wall. With a new sense of pride in her step, Johanna walked on ahead, exiting.

"Hurry up Y/N!" She called out, nearly halfway down the hallway.

You had been standing frozen in place, still holding the door wide open, processing what had just happened (and figuring out if you were attracted to it). Remains of a dumbfounded look lingered on your face as you caught up to the fiery woman.

Eventually, you and her arrived at your apartment, stood outside your room. She didn't have to come all that way with you, in fact, getting off the elevator two floors earlier was quite an inconvenience, but, there she was, right in front of you.

"I appreciate you walking me here," You mumbled, the words barely audible - wanting to show your gratitude, though, you ended up making yourself visibly flustered.

Johanna hummed, lifting her line of sight to lock eyes with you. She had no issue holding eye contact, her gaze intense while she stared you down, a certain something glimmering inside the organs. On the other hand, you struggled, not bearing the same confidence she had. Everything began to feel quite tense, gulping at the sensation of blood rushing to your ears and your cheeks, listening while your heart gradually picked up pace, quickening, slamming recklessly against your rib cage.

She looked like it was taking every bit of her strength to hold back, to not give in to the urges suffocating her senses. You looked desperate. Both of you refused to let the moment end, craving something from one another, neither willing to do anything about it.

Your mouth twitched, about to speak. Nothing aside from a small stutter came out, Johanna's eyes widened for a split second, like she was begging you to talk.

"Goodnight, Johanna." You uttered, offering a smile because you knew that the pair of you were hoping for much more.

"Sleep well, Y/N."

Disappointment flashed over her and you felt just as gloomy. Those minutes between you loomed over your mind while you settled back into bed, different outcomes and things you could've said and done occupying your thoughts. At Least the drama of romance kept the nightmares away for the rest of the night, you slept better than ever, drifting off thinking of Johanna.

Rejection held you back. Fear held her back.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello, hello!

I need more Beleg, PLEASE

2 ideas for you to pick!

1 - spicy hunting trip

2 - a ball or festival/feast - for this one I had the idea that maybe he was teasing reader during the event (or vice-versa) so reader drags him to an empty room for some relief?

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy your day!! 💚

Yay! Now I chose idea number one, but I'm of a mind to do idea number two also and really dial the heat up. Let me know if you would like to read something like that.

"The Chase"

Pairing:  Beleg x Fem. Reader ( second person POV) 

Themes:  Soft | Fluff | Mild smut

Warnings: Kissing | Fingering | Penetrative Sex | Rough Sex

Word count: 1.5K words 

Rating: 🔥  | Minors DNI | 18+

Summary: There's a chase afoot, and you have to outrun the Marchwarden. But, what will happen when he catches up with you?

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The forest was quiet, but wonderfully so.

There was not an animal to be seen or a bird to be heard. A great curtain of mist moved through the trees, and each silent wave made it feel like a thousand, thousand sentinels watched on grimly.

It was around these trees that you ran. On and on you went, your heart pounding away in your chest, your breath fogging up in front of you, your cheeks flushed even as your eyes darted around. 

Oh, he was nowhere to be seen, or so you thought. Beleg devised this plan, having you run through the forest while he pursued you. The Marchwarden was of a mind for something else, to do something different. And it was you who put the idea into his head, and encouraged that soft, gentle ellon to let his inner beast out. He was out there, somewhere, trying to track you down. You picked up your pace, hoping to put some distance between the two of you.

And how much fun you had with this chase. Running through the forest without a care in the world, nothing but sweet, cold air and silence, and...

"Where are you, petal?"

Beleg's voice echoed through the mist. You skidded to a stop and looked around. Your love was nowhere to be seen. You peered into the swirling mist, hoping to catch a glimpse, even a silhouette, of him moving around. Alas, you could see nothing and hear nothing. Beleg moved in silence, and for all you knew, he could be anywhere. You picked up your skirts and ran again, trying hard not to giggle and give yourself away.

On and on you ran, your heart hammering away in giddy anticipation. Beleg was yet to find you and may never find you. He agreed that if you reached the river before he did, then the chase was over. And the river was not that far away now. Thinking you had the upper hand, you grew lazy, not caring where you put your feet. Fallen leaves crunched with every step you took and your breath shallowed out to pants. No matter. You could hear the river now, and victory was almost at hand. You smiled to yourself, thinking you had bested one of the greatest trackers to have ever lived.

And in the next moment, your breath was knocked right out of your lungs. "Found you!" Beleg growled triumphantly and flung his arms around you, carrying you to the nearest tree and pushing you up against the bark. He heard you cry out—from shock at first and then from excitement—before muffling those sounds with his lips and growling when your arms circled his shoulders and your legs hooked around his hips. You felt so light that he was able to hold onto you with great ease.

And his kiss? Oh, his kiss devoured you, his lips hot and hungry as your mouth opened under his. Beleg had been on a high. The adrenaline from the chase was like a drug; the excitement of stepping out of his comfort zone made him dizzy, and the warmth radiating from your own body made him want like never before, filling him with frenzied desire and urging him to just take and take, till you had nothing left to give. There was no tenderness in his kisses this time, no softness, only greed and hunger. He kissed you till you were trembling beneath him and moaning into his mouth. If there was another sound, he never heard it, so deaf was he to everything else.

And you felt him. All of him. His chest pressed against yours, his arms tightening like a vice around you. And you felt him, thick and hard against your hip. It filled you with dark and sinful thoughts—of him taking you now, like this, filling you to the hilt and taking you over the edge. It left you dizzy and weak and made your entire body throb. You felt an arm give way and sneak down, gliding past your waist and over your thighs. You barely heard it—laces coming undone, fabric rustling, his bare skin rubbing up against yours. You felt him pull away for the briefest of moments and whined from the loss of contact.

Beleg chuckled before kissing you again, kissed you silent, kissed you till you were a whimpering mess. He held onto you as his free hand pushed up your skirts and the soft linen shift beneath, slowly making its way up your thigh. You would have pleaded with him, begged him not to stop, but that mouth of his had a devilish way of drowning out anything you wished to say. And you didn't need to say anything anyway. Beleg was already ahead of you, ripping up your undergarments, his fingers brushing up against the slickness of your heat, undoing you with just his touch, his lips. He was relentless and unyielding, and when a finger pushed past your entrance, driving into you ruthlessly and leaving you hot and wet and writhing beneath him, it actually felt like it wasn't enough. You wanted more. Needed more. 

"B-beleg," you mewled weakly when a second finger joined the first and pressed against your throbbing walls. "N-not enough. Please."

That undid him and truly brought out the wildness in him. Beleg would have tried to be gentle, but the time for gentleness had long passed, lost in a dark tunnel of lust. He adjusted his grip, his lips searching yours, to divert your attention from what was about to happen. With a deep, satisfying moan, he drove himself deep into you, his mouth ravaging yours. Your cry—of shock and ecstasy—was muffled as the sound of skin slapping against skin started to fill the air.

It was good. Everything was so good. Caged between this giant of an ellon and the tree, the feel of his hips grinding against your thighs, the sensations that came each time he pulled out and filled you again, your walls stretching and fluttering everytime he sunk his length into you, the feel of his hot breath against your skin. "Yes," you groaned as he thrust. "Yes, like that. Exactly like that."

Beleg lost himself in you. His moans matched yours; his body trembled when your hands got all tangled in his hair. The two of you tore into each other, your bodies pulsing and tensing, need whipping like fresh coils, desire and heat building up into a frenzy. Beleg could only feel a growing desire to take, to possess, and he groaned triumphantly when you yielded again to the wild demands of his mouth. The nails raking through his hair, tugging harshly at it with each thrust were barely felt, but he relished them, for it meant you were under his spell.

With the world spinning wildly around you, you clung desperately to him, your body tightening like a new coil. When his lips broke free and latched on to your throat, his name rolled past your lips in a desperate sob. Just his. Again, and again, and again. Your body started to shake. "Now," you half-moaned, half-cried. "Please. Now. Now."

Beleh wished he could have seen it—the tidal wave of sensations that flickered over your face when he took you over the precipice. He contented himself with what he felt and heard instead: your body snapping under his, pulling him in even deeper, the sounds of your strangled cries as your orgasm ripped through you; the deeper sounds of his when his own body surrendered. With one last satisfying thrust, he emptied himself inside of you.

The forest was still quiet, save for the ragged sounds of your breathing and his. Your back was sore and your entire body ached,  but it was a good ache. Beleg's arms were still wrapped around you like vices, his chest heaving against yours. How wonderful it all was, even staying blissfully still like this.

Beleg felt his breath slow down; his heart started to beat in time with yours. His mind cleared slowly, but he made no attempt to let go, to release the warm body beneath him. And he was filled with worry. For the first time, he had taken you without any care or tenderness, lost complete control of himself, and was worried he had hurt you.

"Petal?" He started to shift, to pull away and set you down. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"

"You didn't." You swallowed and held onto him, and you whined in protest when he tried to move away. "Don't go."

Beleg smiled sweetly and brushed stray strands of hair out of your eyes. "I do not want to, but we need to get cleaned up and go back."

You whined again, this time unsuccessfully. Beleg set you down, thinking of taking you straight to the river for a swim, but the sheer sight of you, all flushed and glossy-eyed, your lips puffy and bruised, his seed and your arousal dropping down your thighs, hammered at him and filled him with the need to take again. Slowly this time, he thought, under the shade of the shade of a nearby oak tree. 

"I have changed my mind," he said, his eyes glinting wolfishly. "How about a long swim,” Beleg took your hands into his and led you towards the river. “And then you let me make incredibly thorough love to you under that tree?"

You blushed furiously, but you could not help but agree with his suggestion.

[zerozeroren]

OC asks? OC asks! Yay! May bunny ask 💚, 🌠, 💧, ❇️ and/or 📦 for Nana? Thank you! 🐰💛

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

For Nana, it's cigarettes. She's been smoking on and off since she was 12, and she stopped trying to kick the habit since 21.

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

Within Nana there's still a bit of a big-hearted, dreamer idealist left, so she would probably wish for something huge, like world peace or for no kid to ever get abused anymore or for the world hunger to end or something of that sort.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

She's really traumatized not only from her Catholic school but also from her work within the police force. It most often manifests in nightmares and withdrawal.

Also after she looses her leg, she sometimes gets severe phantom pains.

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

She doesn't have any prized possessions. She's the least material person in the cast, and having or not having a physical thing doesn't bother her much. If any of her possessions would disappear she would notice but won't be upset. She'll just move on. Thus, she does not keep any memorabilia. What she really values are happy memories, but she's not a person to tie them to anything physical. She just keeps mental catalogues of happy moments.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

Let's change the template to "out of Attitudes characters, Nana is most likely to..." Just to create a little more framework

She's most likely to not drink at a party

She's most likely to take charge during an emergency

She's most likely to win at a strangth-based or sharpshooting-based game

She's most likely to leave early

She's most likely to comfort someone in their grief

[beaubambabey]

Now that I've finished BG3, I have Thoughts

I had to turn my beautiful first Tav Mr. Robbie Roh-Tane aka the time I accidentally made Shadowheart her very own big brother and got too attached and made up a backstory where he went off to bard college to bring smiles to the children of Faerûn because he found joy and purpose in making his little sister laugh but came back to find his family home massacred and his family nowhere to be found which led him to a sad slippery slope where he used drugs to cope for decades until the nautiloid forced him into the Absolute's rehab program and then proceeded to role-play as this strange reunited sibling dynamic... into a mind flayer. which is so fucked up

Robbie aka Rhysander who I will proceed to call Rhys for the rest of this post was made to look pretty and convince people to not fight him. This meant he was Not Very Good At Not Dying which is Bad

Rhys and Astarion broke up after the brain went down because I didn't want to force Astarion to stay with a mind flayer who's slowly losing himself when he came into this relationship for a pretty boy half-elf that championed personal freedoms above all else and encouraged him to think about what he wanted. Which is Fucked

THE FACT. THAT IN A GAME WITH SO MANY CHOICES. IT CAME DOWN TO BECOMING A MIND FLAYER. OR LETTING THE ONLY HOPE OF AN ENSLAVED PEOPLE BECOME FOOD FOR A MIND FLAYER. OR MAKING SAID HOPE BECOME A MIND FLAYER. IS F U C K E D

LIKE. Fuck The Emperor man.

Why can't you manipulate him back this fucking sucks

He was LITERALLY BALDURAN HIMSELF. HE FOUNDED THIS LITTLE HELLHOLE. HE WAS A HERO ONCE AND HE FUCKED OVER THE PEOPLE WHO CARED ABOUT HIM IN THE SERVICE OF MORE ILLITHID POWER AND NOW YOU TOO CAN CONTINUE THE CYCLE YAY FUN FUN

Like yeah I know you can pretend you're still yourself after all this time even as a mind flayer and that you're not gonna make the same mistakes but like??? Y'all

I personally think it would be cool to have come to a compromise with The Emperor where he can eat as many Absolutist brains as he wants on his way up and we help him dominate the Netherbrain but Orpheus goes free but that's just me and my love of No Sacrifices Here Except Your Own Ego

Like honey. It's not my fault the Elder Brain evolved with the addition of an incredibly powerful magical artifact. That's just gonna happen whether we like it or not

I cried when Lae'zel thanked Rhys for his sacrifice. That felt so fucking meaningful and made it all worth it. For a while at least

Maybe I should've put more worms in my brain. Would I still have needed to go full illithid if I became part illithid with the Astral-Touched Tadpole? Much To Think About

It's really sweet that Halsin would still willingly kiss your squiddy face. I love him. Thanks, Daddy Halsin. May you and your nine cartloads of kids you adopted live a long and peaceful life

I cried every time someone hugged Rhys as a mind flayer. It must be such a lonely existence, becoming a monster and cutting off contact with the people you've come to care deeply for.

Shadowheart's ending where she and her parents build a little homestead with so many animals is so cute. She's so happy and delightful. I would become a squid a million times over to give that to her

In roleplay context, it's so bittersweet if you think about being reunited with your sister and parents only to have to stay away from them so you don't subject them to the monster you've become. They live their happy life together and you steer clear of it because you can't bring yourself to ruin it by staying long enough for the hunger to catch up to you. But when you come to the reunion party six months later, the sister you've searched for through the fugue state your loss put you in, the one you saw in every child you've saved, who fought by your side this whole time while you unwittingly mourned her, who you rebuilt your sibling relationship with during this adventure, finally gets to know the parents you got to know. Finally gets to live as herself and be happy and free. And she hugs you sweetly, in spite of your monstrous appearance. She got to have a big brother to protect her when it mattered most, and now she's grown enough to walk her own path in life. I couldn't be happier.

I ran out of inspiration points trying to dominate the brain like an IDIOT and couldn't feasibly convince Gale to NOT become a God. Poor Tara. Poor Mrs. Dekarios. Poor me for having to stare at Gale's chrome nipples. We will discuss this tragedy with Morena over tea.

I made sure to go back and do the Iron Throne rescue before fighting Ansur just to make Wyll into the Blade of Avernus so Karlach wouldn't die. And I'm happy with that decision. Seeing Karlach's face as she reports her findings and compliments your squiddy mug is so fucking sweet.

I was sobbing after we killed Gortash hearing about how her revenge just didn't feel worthwhile and how she was gonna die anyway and. I'm so glad she's still alive in this run

Talked with my buddy who romanced Wyll and made him Grand Duke and he said he made Karlach into a mind flayer and she was chill about it. Idk how to feel but it's nice there are options. Don't know if Rhys would let that happen since it's taking her freedom away and sacrificing her feels wrong but since I'm doing the Netherbrain fights again I'll see what I can do

I'm genuinely tempted to get the No Party Limit mod because it feels wrong to take people out for the final boss.

WHY DON'T WE HAVE ANY GOOD REACTIONS TO ORPHEUS PUTTING YOU ON BLAST FOR FUCKING THE EMPEROR

SERIOUSLY

"You fornicated with an illithid!" And nobody says shit? Not even your partner??? Fucked up

You can ask for one last kiss before the final boss. I didn't realize it would be the last kiss Rhys and Astarion shared

I'm still fucked up about that but. I'm glad to see him happy. My Radiant Hopeful ❤️

Lae'zel chose to go with Orpheus at the end. Didn't try to steal Rhys away from Astarion to fight in the war. Probably because Rhys turned squid. Sad

I'm so exhausted. But by the gods that was a good game.

[alwaysmarveling]

My Amazing Little Chef

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: It gets suggestive for all of 2 seconds (but goes absolutely nowhere)

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You and Nat are going to have a cooking class one way or another

“Nat, c’mon, we’re going to be late!” you yelled down the hallway, shrugging a denim jacket over your shoulders.

“You always say that,” your girlfriend half-scoffed, half-whined as she slid down the hallway.

“Because we’re always late.” You tossed her her own jacket. “And be careful when you do that, you’re going to slip.”

“You’re taking all the fun out of socks, mom,” Natasha smirked. “Besides, I would never slip. Think about who you’re talking to, babe. And I don’t need a jacket,” she dismissed, throwing the piece of clothing on the couch.

“Nat,” you deadpanned, standing up after putting on your shoes, “You say this every time, and then every time you complain on the way home that you’re cold.”

“Not every time,” the redhead pouted. She gracefully slipped on one shoe while balancing on the other leg. “I only do it when it’s outrageously cold. So it’s justified.” You couldn’t help but smile at her protruding bottom lip, kissing away her pout.

“Well, it wouldn’t be ‘outrageously cold’ if you just brought a jacket like I told you to.” Natasha eyed you warily as she put on her other shoe, upset to see you grabbing the piece of clothing back from the couch. “You don’t have to wear it now, just bring it. Please? For me?” You flashed her puppy dog eyes that you knew she couldn’t resist, holding back a smirk when you could see her not-so-hard resolve crumbling.

“Fine,” she sighed.

“Yay!” you squealed, and Nat couldn’t help but grin at the little jump you did subconsciously. “Now, let’s go.”

---

“See, this is why we should’ve never moved out of the Avengers tower. Out of all days for the car to break down, this had to be it?” You rubbed your forehead as the two of you reentered your house.

“I’m sorry, babe, I know how much you were looking forward to this.” Natasha frowned as she thought about her bike, which was currently sitting somewhere in the Avengers tower so Tony could give it some “much needed upgrades.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, peeling off the denim jacket and tossing it on the same couch Natasha had thrown hers less than fifteen minutes earlier. “I just thought it’d be something fun we could do together.” Your girlfriend picked up your jacket, hanging up yours and hers in the closet before stepping closer to you to squeeze your shoulders.

“Anything I do with you is fun, malyshka,” she reassured you, pecking you on the cheek. “On the bright side, they said we could go to another cooking class whenever we want, so we can always go another day. And one of us already knows how to cook, so we won’t die of hunger,” she teased, squeezing your hips.

“Yeah, but the second I go on a mission, you’re screwed, babe.”

“You’d leave me to starve?” Nat pouted. You turned around, a full smile now on your face.

“Of course not,” you whispered, your noses now less than a centimeter away from each other. You pressed your lips to hers, allowing yourself to melt into the kiss until you heard the former assassin’s stomach growl. “Someone’s hungry,” you giggled. “And I did just say I wouldn’t let you starve…”

“You did,” Natasha murmured, trying to meet your lips again. You gave in but pulled away too quickly for her liking. “Where are you going?” You tugged on her hands, pulling her towards the kitchen. “Where are we going?”

“We are going to have this cooking class whether the car wants to work or not. C’mon, we’ll make dinner together.” You pulled a cabinet open, flipping through various recipes.

“Hm, I do like doing things with you.” Natasha tapped her chin, pretending to think over your decision.

“Shut up, you dork,” you laughed. “Go wash your hands. How do you feel about pad thai?” you suggested after pulling out the recipe, shuffling through various cabinets and pulling out all the ingredients you needed. You’d made it a couple times before, and it could be fun to make together. Plus, pad thai wasn’t hard to make—which, let’s be honest, was essential if Natasha was involved—and it was definitely a tasty option.

“Oo, you do love me.” You snorted, the corners of your lips curling up slightly.

“Let’s just hope this turns out well.”

“I’ve got the pizza place on speed dial if it doesn’t.”

“You won’t need to call them if you just listen to me,” you sang over your shoulder, thinking back to the last time the two of you had tried to cook together. You’d turned away for two seconds, during which Natasha had added baking powder instead of flour to the pizza dough. She’d insisted she’d done it correctly when you pointed out the discrepancy in ingredients. Needless to say, the pizza you ate that night was not one that was baked in your kitchen.

“Oh, be quiet, you,” Nat chuckled, smacking your ass playfully as you walked by her. You squealed, and your girlfriend couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction.

“Are my ears failing me, or did the Black Widow just giggle?”

“Y/N L/N, I swear to god, I will kill you. We are in a kitchen. With knives. I can do it.” You let out a fake gasp as you finished washing your hands, turning off the sink.

“You know where the knives are? I didn’t know you’ve been around here enough to know that!”

“Babe,” Nat whined. “You’re being mean.” You smirked at the pout that had taken over her face.

“Alright, alright. I won’t tease you anymore. Besides, something tells me that you don’t need any knives to kill me.” Natasha hummed, kissing your lips long enough for you to taste the cherry chapstick coating her lips.

“That something would be correct.”

“Softie,” you whispered before slipping away from her. “Now,” you started before she could whine again, let’s begin. So, first, you want to break that up-”

“What even is that?” Your girlfriend stared at the solid brick, her brows scrunched in confusion and mouth slightly gaping.

“It’s tamarind pulp.”

“Tamarind- wh- why do we even have this?”

“For pad thai. You can use it to make other stuff too, Natty,” you explained.

“Yeah, but it looks so…”

“So… what? Trust me, love, regardless of how you think it looks, it’ll taste good. Just break that up, yeah?”

“Okay…” Natasha gave you one last glance before following your instructions. You turned around to get some water before she could notice you smiling at the adorable look of confusion on her face.

Ten minutes and some more ingredients and mixing later, the sauce was done.

“Look, detka, I did it!” You laughed at her reaction, pressing your lips gently to her cheek in response.

“Yes, you did. But we still have a long way to- Nat, what are you doing?”

“Don’t we need to taste test it?” she asked, her mouth still wrapped around her fingers.

“I mean, I guess, but- Natty!”

“What?” she questioned, looking at you from underneath her lashes as she dipped her fingers back into the sauce. “It’s good, and I made it. Therefore, I deserve a reward.”

“You’re going to eat all the sauce before we even make the actual dish,” you whined.

“Okay, but, babe. Just taste it, it’s so good.” She stuck her fingers into your mouth before you could protest, giving you a look until you swirled your tongue around her digits, gathering up all the sauce that coated them. You sucked on her fingers with a wink before letting them go.

“You happy now?” Natasha nodded slightly.

“But wasn’t it good? That’s why I need to have more.” You grabbed her wrist before she could dip it back into the sauce.

“No more. I’m hungry, and I’d like to have my dinner the way it’s supposed to be. And no more sticking your grubby little fingers into the food.”

“Fine,” Nat sighed dramatically. “But maybe a little dessert before dinner wouldn’t hurt, would it?” she murmured, her lips now less than an inch away from your ear. “I was thinking, ba-”

“Uh oh. I’m going to stop you right there. It’s never a good thing when you’re thinking.” Natasha opened her mouth to defend herself, but you started talking before she could. “Cooking class, Nat. You’re learning how to cook. That’s it.”

“But why do I need to learn how to cook when I’ve got the best meal I could ever ask for right in front of me?” Her arms snaked around your waist only for you to hit them lightly until she let go. Face burning, you had to admit you wouldn’t mind giving in, but you had a mission of sorts to finish: make dinner with Nat without anything extraordinarily bad happening. “You don’t want me?” the spy whispered, not willing to give up so easily. Before you could respond, the room filled with the sound of her stomach growling once again.

“I always want you,” you chuckled, “But I think you want this pad thai more than you’re letting on. Can we go back to cooking now? Please?”

“I suppose,” Natasha gave in. “But you owe me.”

“I guess I’m okay with that,” you winked at her. “Now, you need to wash your hands again before you get saliva everywhere, and I’m going to cut this chicken.” Your girlfriend gave you one last kiss before obliging.

“Just be careful, baby,” she started as you picked up the knife. “I don’t need you accidentally cutting yourself.”

“I won’t, Nat,” you rolled your eyes. You had just started to cut into the meat when you heard a rushing sound and a high-pitched hum from Natasha.

“What the-”

“Huh?” You looked up from the cutting board and were rewarded by a searing pain on your middle finger.

“Ow!”

“Are you okay?” Natasha turned the water off immediately before rushing to you, hands cupping yours. “Y/N, I literally just told you not to hurt yourself.”

“I’m sorry, I got distracted! The sink made that weird noise, and I’m clumsy. I just...”

“It was just the water pressure being all weird again, hon. Look,” Nat tsked. “You sliced the skin right off. Go wash that off while I grab a bandaid,” the redhead ordered. “And I’ll be doing the rest of the cutting tonight.”

“Nat, I’m fine. I can-”

“I don’t want to hear anything more from you. You cut yourself literally ten seconds after you said you wouldn’t. No more knife privileges for you tonight. Or maybe ever.”

“Natty,” you whined, this time it being your turn to pout. “I’m in pain, and you’re my girlfriend. I don’t need you chastising me, I need you comforting me.” You finished up washing your hands and met the woman at the counter. 

“Well, if you hurt yourself, I’m going to do both,” she muttered, concentrating on wrapping the bandaid around your still-bleeding appendage. When she finished, she lifted your hand gently, brushing her lips over the covered wound, her eyes never leaving yours. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Good. Now tell me how I’m supposed to cut this.”

“I guess, you’d say, what can me feel this way?” My girl...” Natasha sang along with the music as she tossed the food in the wok.

“Natty, be careful, you goof!” you giggled. Your girlfriend simply shook her head at you as she continued to sing, her hips swaying to the beat.

“My girl, my girl, my girl,” she winked. “Talkin’ ‘bout my girl, my girl!”

“Baby,” you laughed, “Pay attention to the food before it burns. You can sing later.” You turned down the volume of the speaker before Nat could get too carried away. “Okay, keep stirring the food in the wok,” you ordered. “I’ll be back in a second. Please don’t burn the house down before I get back.” You stepped away from your girlfriend for a second to grab some plates, chopped peanuts, bean sprouts, and the chicken you had cooked earlier.

“I’m not going to burn the house down,” Nat countered.

“I’m sensing some deja vu,” you warned, your back turned to your girlfriend. She simply rolled her eyes in response, taking her eyes off the wok to watch you and pushing some of the noodles out of the wok in the process.

When you turned back around seconds later, you sighed. “Natty, be careful. Look at the wok.” Upon seeing the now displaced noodles, the redhead let out a small breath as her shoulders dropped. “It’s okay, babe,” you reassured her, setting down everything before kissing her shoulder. “I would say you’ve done pretty well tonight. This is just a little slip-up. And look, no fire!”

“Yeah, no fire.”

“It’ll all be worth it when we get to eat. Speaking of which, this is almost done. You wanna go set the table, and I’ll finish this up?”

“Okay,” your girlfriend smiled. “Thank you, dorogaya.” Natasha pecked your cheek before going to grab the silverware.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, love,” you grinned, humming as you plated the dish. The sound of footsteps approached you from behind, and sure enough, Natasha wrapped her arms around your torso seconds later.

“Wow, that looks amazing. It smells even better.”

“You did that.” You brought one of your hands down and squeezed hers.

“I did do that, didn’t I? I did that,” Natasha said aloud, causing you to laugh. When you turned around, your heart melted at the look of pride on her face.

“My amazing little chef,” you praised, kissing her briefly. “Hey, Nat.” A smile grew on your lips as you got lost in your thoughts for a moment. “Do you think Tony can cook? Because if he can, do you think Pepper calls him her ‘iron chef’?” Natasha groaned at your joke.

“You’re way too cheesy, detka. And let’s keep the discussion on us. I do not need to be thinking about Tony’s love life.” Before you could turn back around to grab the food, Natasha pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed when she finally let you go. “Are we going to stand here all day, or do you plan on letting us eat soon? Because I personally would like to do more than just stare at the food we made.”

“I guess we can eat,” Nat smirked as you brought the plates to the table.

---

“Hey,” you murmured, turning your face to look up at Natasha. She continued to run her fingers through your hair but shifted her gaze from her book to you. “Thanks for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

“So did I,” Nat smiled. “Thank you for teaching me how to cook, printsessa.” You hummed for a moment before responding.

“I don’t know if I taught you how to cook. You still have a lot to learn, my young one.”

“Says the one who cut herself.”

“It was an accident! I was worried about you,” you protested. “I do hope we can go to that cooking class soon, though. Being your teacher is exhausting. No wonder Steve gets so aggravated with you during training.”

“Well, sorry,” your girlfriend scoffed, hitting your shoulder lightly. You dismissed her with a light kiss to the palm of her hand.

“It was really cute seeing you all excited and proud, though. I’d give anything to see you like that again.” Nat blushed, and you kept going. “Absolutely adorable, babe. You should’ve seen yourself.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she finally interrupted you. “You taste like pad thai,” Nat chuckled.

“But it’s good though?”

“Mm, very good,” the redhead agreed, going back to her book.

“Like I said, it’s all thanks to my amazing little chef.”

[mxxnlitwonders]

c’mon pretty boy — miya atsumu

✎ gender. uhm neutral? but female parts are used ✎ contains. pegging, dom!reader, aka atsumu’s a little bratty :3c but i didnt focus on it that much, degradation and praising (giving), oral (giving and receiving), face-riding, little bit of edging, aftercare!!!, bad grammar (i think i switched between tenses hng) ✎ wc. 5.8k (im so sorry)

✎ summary. you’ve always been more of a switch, and you really want to, well, switch, things up. It’ll just take some convincing when it comes to your dear boyfriend.

✎ ameris’ notes. repost from my other blog! owo lil special thanks for nidae back when they helped me a bit with this fic <3

The shatter of the mug echoed through the kitchen, but your form stayed still, sipping your cup of coffee as you stared at Atsumu’s appalled face across the room. His hands frozen and the back of his head still facing you. 

“What?” He nearly murmured, turning to face you. 

Gently and calmly, you set the cup on the table as you uncrossed your legs. Perhaps you should have waited for Atsumu to sit at the table across from you, but what’s done is done. 

Eyeing the remains of the mug on the floor, you stood back up to meet Atsumu’s brown eyes. 

“I wanna peg and dom you,” you said again, then pointed to the mess on the floor. “Also you’re cleaning that up.” 

Atsumu grimaced, “Hell no.” Carefully, he tiptoed around the shattered pieces to grab a broom and dustpan to clean it up. He was thankful that the mug wasn’t filled with coffee yet. 

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” You grinned at him as you leaned against the kitchen counter, resting your chin on your hand. He crouched down to pick up the pieces but gave you a wary side glance. 

Atsumu knew that your eyes were on him like a hawk. The two of you guys were together long enough that you knew his every tell. And he knew it. Sometimes, you knew him better than you knew yourself. You were there for him for most of his life, from losing to Karasuno at Nationals during second year, to the falling out you two had in third year, to reconnecting a year after graduation, and finally to when he got scouted by the MSBY Black Jackals when he finally asked you out. 

The point is, Atsumu knew that you knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea of you taking control in the bedroom. And he knew you knew that he knew. 

“What size do you want?” You asked the setter, already scrolling through an adult sex toy website on your phone. 

“I never said I wanted to get pegged,” Atsumu replied, standing back up to throw the remains away. He had to walk past you to toss it into the trash and suddenly he became more and more aware of the predatory gaze you had on him. 

Biting your bottom lip, you set your phone down and trailed your eyes over his broad shoulders, to his slim waist (at least compared to the rest of him), and his ass. Atsumu’s thighs were nice too, no doubt, except with the gray sweatpants he had on it was hard to admire. But damn, did you want to ruin him. 

Slowly you walked up to your boyfriend and as he turned to face you, suddenly surprised by your presence, you set your hands on his hips, your eyes settling on his chest before going up to his eyes. Atsumu swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing along. Your lust-filled eyes almost scaring him. 

Your hands squeezed his hips, bringing him closer to you. A smirk made its way onto your face when you felt his hardened length against you. 

“Yeah, but I think you like the idea of it, don’t you?” Leaning up with your breath ghosting over his ear you whispered, “You’d love getting fucked in the ass and you’d love being a good boy, just for me, wouldn’t you, baby?” You made sure to grind into his hips when the last syllable left your mouth. 

A low groan rumbled over Atsumu but you suddenly took a step back, an innocent smile on your face being the total opposite to the mood of what was happening just a few seconds ago. 

For once, Atsumu swallowed his pride, knowing that you wouldn’t do anything without his explicit consent. 

“Surprise me. On the size...” he murmured the last part, looking off to the side. 

“Yay!” You cheered in an extremely jarring change of tone, immediately picking up your phone to continue to scroll through for a strap-on. 

Atsumu huffed, slightly pissed off that you just left him hanging. Whatever, he’ll make you help him out. Leaving you to your own devices, he settled onto the couch and turned on the TV. That is, until you spoke up once more. 

“In the meantime, do you want me to help you with your little problem?” You asked, your voice ever so slightly condescending. His cock strained against his sweatpants and Atsumu couldn’t help but shift around his pants, feeling ever so slightly uncomfortable. Especially with how your eyes rest on the obvious tent. 

But you wanted to play around a bit, test the waters. 

“Yeah baby, why don’t you help me out?” Atsumu smirked, trying to regain control only for him to slightly falter once he saw the frown on your face. 

“Sorry baby,” you walked up to him, caressing his face to make him stare up at you, “only good boys get taken care of.” You ruffled his blonde hair before walking away. There was a little sway in your hips as you walked into your shared bedroom and Atsumu knew that he was so fucked. Literally. 

Of course, he shut off the TV to quickly follow you into the bedroom, stumbling over himself on the way. 

Atsumu’s presence could be described as large, to put it simply. 

He’s a professional volleyball player for one thing, so he was taller than the average person. He’s more than fit too, with his broad shoulders and large thighs. Physically, he took up a lot of room. And even then, Atsumu was loud. His personality took up the entire room whenever he could. 

So to see you staring down at him with a hunger in your eyes that he’s never seen before. Shit, for the first time in his life he’s felt small. And fuck does he like it. Loved it, even. 

Not that he’ll ever admit it. 

Not with the way you stood between his legs and how you tilted his chin to look up at you. God forbid he ever admits to being into this. 

“Bet by the end of this, you’ll be so tired I’ll have to take care of you,” Atsumu smirked up at you but instead, your other hand pulled sharply on his hair, yanking him back. You bent down, your lips ghosting against his. 

“If you keep acting like a brat I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum,” you scold, “only good boys get to cum.” 

With that said, you shoved him back by his shoulders, causing him to fall onto the bed with a light plop. To Atsumu’s distaste, you walked away. But when he saw you grab the strap on and the lube that came with it? He could swear he felt his cock twitch in his sweats. 

You set the items on the bed for easier access as you moved to straddle him. You purposely grinded down onto his already hard member and bent down to give him a soft, short kiss, only to move your lips away. You smirked, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes as he desperately tried to kiss your lips. 

“Does my pretty boy want to kiss me?” 

His hand moved from your hips to the back of your head but you immediately slapped it away, pinning the arm down beside his head as you glared. 

“If you keep acting like a pathetic brat, you won’t cum at all tonight,” you threatened. “Just because of that keep your hands to yourself, okay? ‘Tsumu.” Atsumu’s breath hitched. You knew what kind of effect you had on him. You felt him subtly grind into your core just then, but you’d let it slide. After all, the way he was uncharacteristically quiet because of you made you feel a little bit too powerful. 

Slowly, you trailed your hands down his chest, grazing over his nipples before playing with the hem of his shirt. Tapping Atsumu’s side, silently telling him you wanted to take it off, he shifted himself to make it easier and you quickly pulled off his shirt. 

You took a deep breath, admiring him underneath you. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” And shit, Atsumu really did have a praise kink because all he wanted was for you to keep on complimenting him, praising him, to call him your pretty boy. 

“Are you just going to stare at me?” Atsumu smirked, his voice slightly wavering. He hoped you didn’t notice, you did.

“I could,” you replied, your hands slightly hovering over his chest, barely touching him, “I could touch myself, make myself cum as I stare at your pretty body. But that would mean you don’t get to cum. I don’t think you’d want that, would you?” Your hand slid down his abdomen, your finger tracing over the ‘v’ shape lines. You knew he wanted you to touch him, especially with the way he was pressing up into your core. 

Wanting a little bit of relief yourself, you grinded down into him, a slight moan leaving both your and his mouth. 

“Shit, st-stop fucking teasing!” Atsumu growled, tossing his head back slightly. 

You clicked your tongue, “I give the orders here, baby. Not you.”

Climbing off of him, you gestured for him to move further back onto the bed to get into a more comfortable position. Atsumu sat there, watching you as you slowly took off your top and pants, leaving you bare with just a matching lace bra and panties. His favorite ones; the ones that he loved to tear off of you. And you knew it. 

You moved onto the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight as you went to sit between his legs. Atsumu felt incredibly vulnerable with your gaze on the obvious tent in his sweatpants, but he felt safe, comfortable.

Your finger traced over the tent lightly, Atsumu rutting his hips up to get more of your touch but you quickly pulled your hand away. Instead, your hand dipped below his waistband, dragging down both his briefs and pants and tossed the clothes to the side, freeing his hard member as it slapped against his stomach. Trails of precum left on his stomach and Atsumu stared down at you, waiting for your touch. 

“You look so pretty like this,” you sighed out, your hand finally wrapping around his hard cock, your thumb swiping over his red tip to spread the precum. Leaning up, you pressed your lips against his and he immediately reciprocated, pressing back even harder against you. You bit his bottom lip, causing him to groan as you continued stroking his cock, his hips ever so slightly thrusting into your fist. You slipped your tongue into his mouth before you pulled away, a string of saliva connected your mouth and Atsumu’s. 

Your grip tightened as you stroked a little faster and a groan left his mouth, tossing his head back. 

“Fuck, feels good,” he moaned out. 

“Yeah, pretty boy?” You asked. Before Atsumu could reply, you ducked your head down, placing a languid kiss against his red tip. Then a small kitten lick against the beads of precum that gathered at the tip. Atsumu let out a choked moan, wanting more from you but he bit his lip, he wasn’t about to let you hear him beg, he knew he’d lose if he begged. But you weren’t about to lose either. 

Slowly, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and moved your head down his shaft until you felt Atsumu hit the back of your throat. It was difficult taking all of him in your mouth, since Atsumu was on the larger side but it was easier now after a bit of practice. 

Breathing through your nose, you hollow your cheeks and begin bobbing your head up and down his cock. Atsumu tried holding back his moans but when you slightly slapped his hip, he finally let out every pretty noise that was only for your ears. Your hands began stroking the parts of him that you couldn’t reach as your jaw began hurting. But you were determined to make Atsumu cum and with the way his thighs tensed and his moans getting louder as he pleaded for you to let him cum, you knew he was well on his way. 

You take your mouth off of him, to his disappointment, but when your hand takes over, stroking him how he likes it all thought leaves his head. 

“Your moans sound so pretty, baby,” you murmured against his lips before kissing him and swallowing his moans. You couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto your lips as he began thrusting up into your fist and with how he couldn’t focus on kissing you. Instead, he pulled away letting out a loud groan as he felt his peak approach. 

Until you stopped your strokes and Atsumu let out the saddest of whines which made you want to spoil him. But you wouldn’t. 

“Fuck, I was so close,” Atsumu panted. 

“Gotta beg for it, baby, I don’t know how much you want to cum,” you replied. Atsumu scowled at you but you could only smile back at him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Especially with how you decided to wrap your hands around his hard cock again, slowly stroking up and down his shaft. 

Atsumu let out more moans and he knew that you already won. He knew that you wouldn’t let him cum, would make him edge for the rest of the night and as much as he liked the idea of that, maybe it’d be better off if it was for another night.

Another night, meaning he was definitely going to let you do whatever you pleased to him again after this. 

“Fuck,” he gasped out your name, feeling you speed up your strokes, your thumb swiping over his tip. He thrusted his hips up into your fist, felt his thighs tensing and his peak was coming close again. Faster this time as you had just edged him. Just as you were about to edge him once he finally let out the words you’ve been wanting to hear.”

“Let me cum, please, I—fuuuck—“ he choked on his words, letting out a loud, desperate groan. “‘S’close, I want to—want to cum.” 

Knowing that was the best you were going to get out of him, for now, you continued stroking his hard member, your grip tightening just a little bit. You were sure to focus on giving his tip the attention it needed as well. And then his eyes rolled back into his head, a loud moan escaping his mouth that vaguely sounded like your name and spurts of white cum painted your hand and his stomach. 

You stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his member slowly softening. When Atsumu put his hand on your wrist, trying to pull you away from him to prevent overstimulation, you smiled up at him. 

“Good boy, you look so good cumming like that, ‘Tsumu. So pretty, all for me,” you leaned up to give him a chaste kiss. You pulled away, staring at him with half lidded eyes before kissing him again. 

Atsumu lived for your kisses, with the way you were nibbling on his bottom lip to the way your tongue swiped into his mouth, how you slightly suckled on his tongue. If it was possible, he could live off of your kisses but he was only human, still in need of air and still trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. So he pulled away.

His brown eyes stared into yours, as you stared at him with innocent eyes. You brought your hand up to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the cum that fell on your hand and you smiled. 

“Always taste so good, baby,” you moved your hand towards him, telling him to lick what was left and he hesitantly did what he was told. Atsumu’s cock was already hardening once more from how dirty this was. 

“So, are ya gonna fuck me already or what?” He asked, eyeing the strap-on that sat on the bed. 

You clicked your tongue, “Gotta be patient baby. Besides,” you pushed him down gently onto the bed, stripping off your panties and bra before climbing to straddle his waist, “you’re gonna make me cum with your tongue, okay pretty boy?”  Immediately, his hands went to caress your breasts but you slapped them away, pinning them beside his head. 

“No touching until I say so,” you chastised Atsumu, “now make me cum or I’ll leave you exactly like this.” You reach back to lightly stroke his cock before pulling away, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth. 

Before Atsumu could give you any type of remark, you had already climbed towards the top of the bed, settling your legs beside his head. 

Atsumu stared up at your glistening folds, his hands already automatically trying to grab your hips to bring you down to his mouth. Repeating your actions from before, you were quick to swipe his hands away. 

“Remember what I said, pretty boy,” you scolded. With that, he slowly set his hands back onto the bed, gripping the sheets and you lowered yourself onto his face. One of your hands buried in his hair and the other on the headboard. 

Hesitantly, Atsumu licked his tongue through your folds from your entrance to clit, a pleased moan leaving his mouth as he tasted you and he was sure not to miss your gasp. You pull on his hair a little harder, slowly grinding your hips down on his mouth, following his tongue against your core. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so-fuck!” you desperately cried out as he brought your clit into his mouth, suckling on it then going back to licking through your folds. Your grip on his hair tightens as you begin bucking your hips against him, breathy moans filling the room. 

His tongue trails down from your clit to your entrance, thrusting in you as one of his hands moved to then replace his tongue. You’d be sure to punish Atsumu another time because fuck was he putting his mouth to good use for once. He slipped in two of his long, thick fingers into your wet hole that’s a mix of your slick and his own saliva. He moves his mouth back to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bud and suckling against it as his strong setter fingers stroked inside you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you so easily and so well. 

“Fuck, yes, I’m almost-” you felt the pressure in your core building up and your thighs tensing up. A desperate whine left your lips as you finally hit your climax. Atsumu stroked you through your orgasm, letting you ride his face until your grip on his hair loosened up and you slowly got off of him. 

A sense of pride and admiration flowed through you as soon as you saw your slick coat the sides of his mouth and chin. Sitting slightly up, Atsumu grinned at you as he placed his fingers into his mouth, sucking and cleaning his fingers of your juices before pulling them out with a ‘pop’. 

Grasping him by the back of his head, you pulled him towards you, placing a passionate kiss against his mouth. Your tongue stroking his lips before he parted to let you taste yourself against him. Atsumu moaned against you when one of your hands moved to twist one of his nipples between your fingers. 

You pulled away, a smirk very apparent on your face as he flushed red, “So you like that more than you let on, huh.” You recalled the few times you’ve given his nipples attention in the past, him often pulling your hand away but he’d always bring you into a kiss right away instead. Probably to hide his pink-tinted cheeks. 

Atsumu pursed his lips before you moved to kiss his jawline, then began leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his neck, suckling here and there to leave marks. You made your way down his chest, making sure to lightly play with his nipples with your fingers until your lips found its way onto his chest. You pull the perked bud in between your lips, sucking and lightly nibbling. You stared up at Atsumu, who let out light, breathy moans with his eyes shut. 

You pulled away, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube, the cap opening up with a click. Atsumu opened his eyes at the sound, then watched you closely. You patted his knees and Atsumu layed back on the bed, spreading his legs open. 

“You alright?” You asked, watching as he seemed a bit uneasy. 

Atsumu would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. On one hand, he wanted to prove that he could take your cock. On the other, he’s the one usually doing the fucking. But fuck he really, really, liked feeling like putty because of you. 

He felt your hands caress his legs up to his waist, “Relax baby-” you kissed him at the crown of his head “-we can always stop if you’re uncomfortable.” But Atsumu shook his head with a huff. 

“Can’t lose to you,” he argued. You lightly chuckled, knowing that was just a way for him to convince himself that you fucking him? Wasn’t going to make him less than. And if his conversations with Bokuto and Hinata in the locker room were any indication, he was clearly the one winning. 

“Alright,” you grab one of the pillows on the bed, telling him to lift his hips as you slide it snuggly underneath him. You moved to sit between his legs, tapping on them. 

“Hold yourself open, pretty boy,” you ordered softly. Atsumu placed his hands under his knees, spreading his legs open for you and watched as you stared down at his puckered hole. You traced your finger around it, Atsumu slightly jolte and you chuckled softly to place a kiss on his thigh, murmuring reassuring words to the man. 

With the bottle of lube, you poured a generous amount on your fingers before moving to slowly insert a finger into his hole. You kissed his thigh again, asking Atsumu if he was alright. 

“Y-yeah,” he breathed out. He was about to ask you to move but instead bit his tongue. The feeling of your finger in him was... Foreign, to say the least. But it wasn’t unwelcome. With the way you fingered him gently was different to how you’ve been treating him every now and then this past session. 

“Ah-!” Atsumu gasped out in pleasure when you placed another finger into him, even pouring a bit of lube to help ease the stretch. You kissed him again, distracting him from any discomfort as you stretched him for what was to come. Your fingers stroked his insides, scissoring every so often to try to open him up wider. 

You pulled away, glancing at his face to make sure he was alright before he told you to keep going. You smirked, kissing the tip of his nose before you went to kiss his chest once more, leaving dark red marks. He’d have to change quickly if he wanted to avoid any teasing from his teammates in the locker room. 

Sliding one more finger into him, Atsumu moaned. You separated your mouth from his chest, smiling at the marks before staring up at him, your fingers sliding in and out much more easily as you spread him open. 

“You like that baby?” You asked, leaning back to stare at him in all his glory. His cock was painfully hard, dripping with precum with an achingly red tip. With your free hand, you lightly stroked him before placing a languid kiss on his tip before sitting back up and pulling your hand away. “Okay, pretty boy, do you think you’re ready?” 

Atsumu nodded his head, not trusting his voice. You kissed his thigh again before taking your fingers out, watching as his hole fluttered around nothing. Atsumu was about to let his legs down again but you held them both back.

“Be a good boy for me and keep yourself open, baby,” you told him then climbed off the bed to put on the strap on a little easier. Atsumu watched as you placed your legs through the harness, watching as the dildo hung from your hips as you snuggly put it on. Admittedly, you looked really good, to put it simply. And, he was glad you picked one that wasn’t too girthy but still somewhat long. It wasn’t too intimidating as you slid back onto the bed, grabbing the lube bottle once more to coat the dildo before tossing the bottle to the side. 

You settled between his legs once more, your hands caressing his thighs before settling onto his hips. 

“Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” you said softly, as you stared down into his brown eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, just fuck me already,” Atsumu replied. You rolled your eyes, slapping his bare cheek. He was definitely ready but trying to hide his nerves. “Unless you’re too tired.” 

You glare at him, already grabbing the dildo to place at his entrance and pressed your hips forward. Atsumu hissed which quickly turned into a moan as you slowly filled him up. You made sure to go slow, stopping every so often to rub soothing motions on his thigh and making sure he was alright. Each time he’d give you the go ahead you made sure to whisper him praises, telling him how much of a good boy he was being. 

When your hips pressed into him, signaling that you were all the way in, you stilled. 

“You’re so good for me baby, taking me all so well,” you murmured, leaning down to give him a kiss on the corner of his lips. His eyes were shut as he controlled his breathing. Atsumu was admittedly more nervous than he thought but he was enjoying this a lot more than he thought. 

Opening his eyes to stare up into you, he shakily said, “You can move.” 

Your eyes flickered over his face, trying to see if there was any discomfort or any part of him that was even lying to try to show that he could take you. Once you couldn’t find anything of the sort, you slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip in before gently pushing back in. 

As you began to find a sort of rhythm, gradually going from gentle thrusts to rough thrusts, Atsumu lightly panted, purposely preventing himself from trying to let out any moans for your satisfaction. 

With a newfound passion, you angled your hips to deliberately hit his prostate and finally you heard him let out a choked moan. 

“Fu-fuck! Ah-baby please, I—fuuckk,” Atsumu dragged out the last words, tears gathering in his eyes as he held up his legs by the back of his knees a little more. Your hand gripped his hips harder, your nails surely leaving marks. Another hand sprawled on his chest, lightly scratching over his toned body and over his nipples. 

With every sharp thrust into his desperate hole, hitting the spot that is making him see stars, his hard member slapped against his abdomen, leaving streaks of precum along with his previous orgasm. The tip of his cock was so red and pretty that you couldn’t help but move your hand down to lightly stroke it. Incoherent moans continued leaving his mouth as your thumb rubbed over his tip, spreading his precum more. 

“Yeah? You look so fucking pretty like this,” you breathed out, groaning when a particular thrust just sucked you back in. “What a pretty boy, taking my cock so well. Who knew you could be a good boy.” 

“Ahh- fuck!” his words bleeding into a moan as you gripped his cock a little tighter, stroking him a little faster. The sharp pain in his hips grew numb as you continued holding him up, thrusting harder. A satisfied laugh escaped your mouth as you felt him grind his hips up into you.

“You like this? Huh?” You asked, a condescending tone lacing around your tongue. “You like it when I fuck your tight hole so much that you’re holding your legs open. What a slut. My. Little. Slut.” Atsumu could feel his peak coming, the heat in his core building up and his thighs were shaking for the second time that night. 

Atsumu bit the bottom of his lip, trying to hold back any moans. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of how he felt from hearing you talk to him like that. No, not at all. Nev—

A sharp pain against his ass cheek caused him to gasp out but you were quick to rub over the mark, soothing him. 

“Don’t be a brat, come on pretty boy, let me hear your moans,” you rolled your hips into his and Atsumu knew he was close. So, so, so, close. “Or I won’t let you cum.” Your thrusts began to slow down and instead of pumping his cock like you were earlier, you gripped the base of his shaft. 

“Fuuuuck, I’ll be good,” Atsumu caved in, begging so desperately, “I’ll be a good boy for you please, I need to cum.” He let go of his legs, immediately wrapping them around you instead to rut his hips into you. His hands sprawled beside his head as he turned to look to the side, too embarrassed at giving you full control. 

“Good boy,” you murmured and began thrusting harder, faster into him. You intertwined your hand with his when you bent down, kissing the marks you’ve left on his chest. A smirk appeared on your face as you heard him moan. “My little prince.” 

Atsumu’s other hand found its way onto your shoulder at the same time as your hand moving down to stroke his aching cock. 

The two of you hissed at the same time; Atsumu for the added sensations and you as he dug his nails onto your back. There were definitely going to be marks left on your back but you didn’t mind. Not with the way Atsumu’s pretty face was scrunching up in pleasure, the desperate moans that left his mouth as he continued to try to meet each of your thrusts. 

And—oh fuck—with his tongue hanging out from his mouth like he’d always do while playing on the court, shit. You felt like you could cum right there and then with the way his eyes rolled back into his head. 

“Shit, ‘m gonna-” Atsumu let out a whine, unable to finish his sentence as he came all over you and his stomach. His legs tightened his hold around you and you slowed your thrusts with your hand stroking his cock, letting him ride out high. 

When Atsumu’s legs loosened around you, you fully pulled out, watching as his chest heaved with every breath he took. You rubbed circles on his hips, especially over the marks left by your nails. The stinging on your back was still there, but you’d be sure to check them out tomorrow morning. 

“Good boy,” you murmured, licking off the cum off your hand before leaning down to softly say against his lips, “Such a good fucking boy, just for me.” 

You finally kissed him, tilting your head for a deeper kiss, running your hands up his sides as you continued giving him small praises against his lips before kissing him again. Finally pulling away, you admired your handiwork. The many marks left on his skin would surely make him the slightest bit mad, albeit jokingly (somewhat), tomorrow but damn did they look good on him. 

“How was it?” You asked, smiling as you comfortably shifted back into your casual personality. 

Atsumu let out a heavy sigh, tossing his head back against the bed, “ ‘Sgood.” 

“Just good?” Atsumu brought his head up, glaring at you which made you laugh. This was as good as it was going to get but with that gleam in his eyes, you knew this wouldn’t be the last. 

You lightly slap his thighs before moving off the bed and promptly taking off the harness, “Alright big boy, let's get you cleaned up. You weren’t uncomfortable at all?” Worry flickered through your eyes as you watched Atsumu push himself onto his arms. You sat beside him on the edge of the bed, interlocking your hands with him as you searched his face. 

“No, I’m just surprised you had enough energy to fuck like that, thought you were more of a, well, pillow baby.” 

You shrugged, “I just wanted to switch things up.” A grin made its way onto your face as Atsumu groaned, falling back onto the bed and letting go of your hand. You laughed as he threw insults at you for that terrible pun, getting up to grab a few wet and warm towels to wipe him down. You also set the water for the bath as well before heading back to help clean him up. 

As the two of you prepared for the night an hour later, with Atsumu resting his head on your chest as you ran your hands gently through his surprisingly soft, blond hair, you asked him if he’d want to do it again. 

Silence filled the room until Atsumu lifted his head to look up at you. 

“If ya wanted to fuck me that badly you could just ask y’know,” he replied smugly. You placed your hand on his face, shoving him away but his grip around your torso tightened, trying to keep you close to him. 

“Agh, okay okay, fine stop pushin’ me,” Atsumu protested trying to lick your hand to get you to stop. You pulled your hand away (not because of his childish antics), wiping your hand on his shirt with a sigh. 

He rests his head against your chest once more, “But, fine. I... wouldn’t mind it.” He whispered the last part into your chest. 

You hummed lightly, the corner of your lips turning up, returning your hand to thread it through his locks. Now you had something to look forward to and damn were you glad that you saw that one notification on his phone. The one with his shared chat with Hinata, Bokuto, and Sakusa. And specifically the notification about Bokuto directly addressing Atsumu about how “he’s always wanted to try pegging, too.”

You’d have to thank Bokuto later. 

***

“Babe, are you kidding me?” Atsumu shouted from the bedroom. You raised your brow, sipping your coffee before setting it down on the dinner table to walk into the shared room. 

Upon walking into the room, Atsumu was staring at himself through the mirror, his shirt through his arms but the rest of the torso bare and you could tell he was getting ready for his morning run. But what surprised you when walking in was the actual amount of hickies and marks you left over his chest with a few coupled on his neck. 

He turned his head quickly towards you, his blond hair swaying a bit. 

You sheepishly grinned with a shrug, “Oops?” 

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Travelling Alpha

This was originally gonna be headcanons but then, uhhh...I was writing them and um, I got carried away and since the headcanons read similar to a scenario I just went through them and wrote it out like a scenario properly.

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 Eijiro let out a low groan as he stretched his arms up above his head, sore from the uncomfortable way he had slept the night prior; it had been exactly half a year since he had left his old pack so that he could travel and see the world. Six long months of nothing but himself and the wilderness, but after coming from a busy pack life and caring for everyone as the pack’s Alpha; it was a hard adjustment to make.

 One positive that he could list was that he found himself more relaxed since leaving. There weren’t as many things to stress and worry over, the things that he did need to worry about were easily solved; simple things like food, water and shelter.

 Another would be that like today, he could wander around with little to no care about where he was going or where he would end up at the end of the day; Eijiro could simply enjoy his surroundings. The fresh scent of the surrounding forests, the cool Spring breeze that washed over him every now and then; the peaceful sound of the wildlife going about their day.

 He could enjoy every moment of it without worrying about anything other than himself and that was something he wouldn’t trade away, not unless he had a good reason to. This was the kind of lifestyle he could get used to if given enough time.

 Eijiro turned his head to the side as he stopped walking, picking up a sound that he hadn’t heard for a long time; the sound of crying. Soft sniffling and hiccups, a sound that no decent Alpha ever took pleasure in hearing.

 Which meant that he would have to investigate it, even if he had been enjoying his morning journey.

 .

 “Hello?”

 .

 Eijiro called out curiously, grumbling to himself when there was no reply before moving to follow after the sounds of sobbing slowly; not wanting to startle whoever he might find.

 He found you relatively quickly, discovering you hidden amongst the large roots of an old tree; your sobbing so much louder now that he was standing so close to you, the sound making his chest ache with empathy for you.

 “Miss…?” Eijiro moved closer as he spoke quietly, crouching in front of you and causing you to jolt in surprise; wide, teary gaze meeting his own concerned stare. He knew that he shouldn’t have approached you like that, without making you aware of him before he moved closer; but it was always harder to resist his instincts on the day of a full moon.

 Eijiro would shift the moment the sun went down, but for now, he had to make do with any actions he made based on instinct alone.

 “W-Who are you?”

 .

 “Eijiro Kirishima…miss, what’s wrong? Why are you crying out here alone? Who are you?”

 .

 He frowned when you averted your gaze, curling up to make yourself look smaller than you already did; it was a bad sign in his eyes. Then again, finding such a beautiful woman out in the wild alone without anyone around was a bad sign in general; packs would usually send people out in pairs, for safety.

 “…I didn’t wanna be his mate…so I was rejected from my pack, they kicked me out…all because of him…” Your whimpered out words had his blood run cold, eyes widening in shock despite only having a brief explanation of your situation; though it was hard not to be shocked. To be kicked out because you had rejected someone was ridiculous.

 “…What’s your name?” He repeated a part of his question, using a gentle tone with you so that he wouldn’t upset you more than you already were; even doing his best not to reach out and comfort you as his instincts were calling for.

 “(Name).” He nodded slowly at your response before standing back up to his feet and taking a few steps away from you, giving you the space that he thought you might need; brushing himself off of the dirt that had somehow managed to get on him.

 “Well (Name), how would you like to travel with me? I haven’t got a pack at the moment either, so having you around would be great!”

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 ~ ~  ~  ~  ~

 .

 You let out a soft whine of effort as you rolled onto your back, stretching out and arching your back; feeling the way your muscles trembled from the action, any soreness you felt from the previous night fading away for a few blissful seconds.

 “Mornin’ beautiful” Eijiro’s deep greeting made you smile as you rolled back over, colliding with his muscled chest and causing his arms to snake around your waist immediately; holding you close to his warm body, showering your neck with feather-light kisses.

 “Isn’t it a bit early to start with the compliments Eiji?” You shuddered as you spoke, letting your head lull to the side while he snickered in response to your question; nipping over the bonding mark he had left on you the night prior during the full moon.

 Funnily enough, yesterday had been a full year since you met the protective Alpha that you now called your partner; and you had loved the way you had celebrated it with him.

 “It’s never too early to start telling the truth (Name)” You rolled your eyes at his words, rolling in his embrace to face him; pressing your lips up against his own. Anything to stop his teasing touches to the still-sensitive bonding mark.

 “Uh-huh…whatever you say” You hummed softly, pulling away from the kiss and letting out a quiet giggle when his head followed after you, eager to continue the morning greeting that you had given him. Though you had other plans.

 “Come back here…” Eijiro trailed off into a playful growl as you managed to escape his hold, quickly moving about to gather the clothes that you had thrown everywhere the previous night right before sunset; the easiest way to avoid having them shredded to absolute bits.

 “Don’t even think about it. That can wait until tonight…didn’t you say you had somewhere you wanted to take us?” You glanced down at Eijiro, pulling your clothes on leisurely while he watched your every move; making no move to hide the hunger in his crimson gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

 “Yeah…right, now that you mention it” Eijiro paused, sitting up with a quiet groan, reaching back to rub at his sore muscles before getting up to his feet; approaching you despite still being naked himself.

 “What would you say if I said I wanted to take us back to my old pack” You frowned at his words, tilting your head to the side while you allowed him to wrap his arms around you; an innocent enough embrace for the moment.

 “Your old pack…? I’m not sure Eiji…” He smiled at your hesitance, leaning down to nuzzle against your neck tenderly, a quiet hum of content building in his chest; causing you to relax almost instantly, enjoying the low rumble.

 “Aw, come on (Name)…let me take you there! I could introduce you to everyone, plus they’re bound to love you. I mean, you did manage to steal the heart of their ex-Alpha and that’s one of the biggest reasons I left”

 .

 “Wait, what? You were…you used to be the Alpha of a pack?”

 .

 Eijiro nodded his head in confirmation at your question, rubbing your hips before moving to get dressed; sensing that it might be a good idea if he were dressed.

 “When were you gonna tell me?” He shrugged in response to your question, glancing back at you while pulling on the pants he had been wearing yesterday; seemingly confused as to why you seemed to be so surprised about his past.

 “Is it important? I’m not that man anymore.” You opened your mouth to respond with a sharp remark before deciding better and closing your mouth, shaking your head to answer his vaguely curious question. Eijiro was right, he wasn’t that man anymore, so theoretically it shouldn’t bother you.

 “No, never mind…alright, fine. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to go see your old pack” You sighed out quietly in defeat, soon letting out a squeal of laughter when Eijiro lifted you up into his hands; spinning around with you. A large grin on his features.

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 ~ ~  ~  ~  ~

 .

 “So, you’re the woman my son has fallen for then?”

 .

 You gulped nervously as you stared at Eijiro’s mother with wide eyes, Eijiro himself standing close behind you with his hands on your hips; keeping you in place so that you couldn’t run away from the terrifying woman in front of you.

 “Yes…I um, I suppose that would be me?” You managed a small smile as the rough looking woman continued to stare at you, relaxing only when a kind smile stretched across her crimson stained lips; however, the moment was short lived since his mother reached out and pulled you to her chest.

 She wasted no time with smothering you with her love and adoration, a complete personality swap compared to the stone-faced woman that greeted you when you first arrived with Eijiro a few hours earlier.

 “Don’t crush her mum!” Eijiro laughed heartily as he watched the two of you interact together, moving to sit on the nearby couch since there was no longer any need for him to keep you steady in front of his mother.

 “Oh hush up Eijiro! You’ve been gone for nearly two years and now that you’re home, you’ve brought back this adorable mate! I’m entitled to be a little excited!” His mother’s reasoning had you laughing along with her, soon returning her loving embrace before retreating back towards Eijiro the moment she released you.

 Even if she didn’t scare you anymore, you didn’t want to come out of the visit with broken bones; Eijiro’s side seemed like the safest place to be.

 “I told you I was sorry about that!”

 .

 “And I told you that you weren’t forgiven until you give me grand-babies to cuddle!”

[lordsisterxotome]

By Firelight (Mozart x Reader) NSFW

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Mozart x Reader

Warning: Smut! 

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,704

Requested by: @justdidabadthing​

Other Notes: First post on my new sideblog, yay!!! I was seriously inspired by an ambience video while writing this. It was fantastic so here’s a link to it to listen to while you read --> Elegant Bedroom Ambience

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       Bare bodies cuddled closer, ever-longing for each other’s warmth despite the fire roaring in the large grate and the silk covers long since thrown off. Firelight flickered against the creamy walls and furnishings and outside a heavy snow fell, blanketing the earth in white. Candles flickered faintly in the chandelier and on wall sconces, bathing the room in a warm orange glow.

       Except for the occasional crackling of the fire, all was silent, the couple on the magnificent bed basking in the after-glow of another round of passionate love-making. Long fingers rubbed circles into your bare shoulder as your lover watched the firelight dance against your naked skin. Shivering, you cuddled closer, enjoying the feel of Mozart’s chest rising and falling against your own with each breath. A lazy smile tugged at the corners of your lips as the arm around you tightened, his hand stroking the curve of your hip.

       This wasn’t either of your rooms. In fact, you weren’t even at the mansion right now. Mozart had been invited to play at a ball for a friend of le Comte’s, the invitation including a night’s stay at their estate as an honored guest. It had been a day-long carriage ride to reach the palatial estate out in the countryside, during which your lover had held your hand the entire time, tense shoulders relaxing a little when you cuddled up to rest your head on his shoulder. You had blushed when his hand found your thigh to give it a meaningful squeeze, perfect lips easing into a smirk as he wrapped an arm around you to pull you firmly against him.

       As usual, he performed beautifully, enchanting the other party-goers with his graceful looks and magical fingers, and the more you watched, the more the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. The coil of anticipation in your stomach wound tighter as the evening went on, Mozart’s hands on you every spare moment he had. It didn’t help that your gown was off the shoulder, leaving ample opportunity for his talented digits to ghost over the exposed skin deliciously. The little touches and squeezes, seeming perfectly innocent to anyone who could have caught a glimpse, were anything but, making your pulse accelerate as your lover charmed you all over again.

       His hand had gripped your side softly as you finally bid your host goodnight and were escorted to your room, your body warming in response to his as he walked close beside you down the hall. It sent shocks through you when his fingers tapped an impatient rhythm into your side, knowing how those fingers could play your body just as well as piano keys.

       To everyone in attendance he seemed like the perfect gentlemen, but you barely had a chance to appreciate the luxurious room before he was on you, tearing through the lacings of your dress to get to your bare skin. Falling onto the bed with you, Mozart made love to you in a flurry of limbs and teeth and fangs before carrying you to the bathroom where he drew a bath in the grand, claw-footed tub and made love to you there too.

       The soft orange light of the fire threw your shadows against the wall as he made love to you over and over again, bodies entwining until it was unclear where you ended and he began. You had long since lost count of how many times you had screamed his name tonight, your voice echoing back at you as pillows and sheets fell to the floor or water sloshed over the curved edge of the tub. His heat had long since pervaded your mind and body, leaving you feeling wonderfully full and loved as you rested against him, but he didn’t seem finished for the evening as his voice broke the quiet.

       “Let me make love to you again,” he murmured, a familiar desire pooling in the pit of his belly and suffusing his limbs with heat. His constant need for you surprises even him, but he isn’t complaining so long as you're his and he’s yours. Looking up, you answered him with a long kiss, letting him roll you onto your back as he took his place above you once again tonight. You could never deny him, especially when you knew your need for him would never be sated for long. Mozart was ethereal as it was, but in the firelight he looked angelic, all haloed yellow and orange and silver. There was nothing angelic about the raw hunger in his eyes now though, the need dulled only a little by how many times he had already taken you tonight.

       Your inner thighs are still sticky with his last release and Mozart purred as he watched his seed seep from within you. Pale hand grasping his flushed cock, he stroked himself a couple of times before positioning the inflated head against your heat. He slides into you easily and you sigh, closing your eyes as your body tingles pleasantly. You don’t think he’s ever made love to you so many times in one night before, and there’s a slight burn as his hips meet yours, his cock fully seated inside of you.

       The pace he sets is slow, a gentle roll of his hips against yours as your walls massaged his length. Soft sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room and his breath fans across your face. Lips descend on the sensitive spot just below your ear and your arms wrap around him to hold him close. Tilting your head back to give him better access, you moaned softly as the force of his thrusts changes - still gentle, but more punctuated now - slowly working your spent body towards release. 

       His pleasured groans as your walls squeeze him are music to your ears, rivaling his piano playing in beauty. Your neck and chest are already covered in his marks, but he eagerly adds more, drawing a mewl from you as he takes a sore nipple into his mouth and sucks softly. You feel so good, so tender and loved, and it brings tears to the corners of your eyes. How can he still make you feel so good when you physically shouldn’t be able to handle it anymore? Every touch, every gasp, every look has you going crazy for him. 

       This moment feels like a fairy tale, your silver prince loving you so softly it brings tears to the corners of your eyes as the snow falls in heavy flurries outside. Why does it make you so happy to realize you’ll wake up in this room with him in the morning? The mere idea of him being the first thing you see come daylight has your heart skipping, and you smile against his skin as you turn your head to nibble at his jaw and ear. 

       “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in your ear as his member continues to delve into you, sending shivers down your spine as you gasp and moan for him. “You feel so good, meine liebe. Mmm, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you.” 

       The over-stimulation from so many previous orgasms has you nearing your peak all too soon when you wish you could stay in this moment of tender love-making forever.

       “Wolf!” you murmur breathlessly, warning him of your impending release, but he already knows. He knows your body better than you do. He can feel it in the way your core tightens around him, see it in the way your eyelids flutter and breath catches in your chest. His tongue laps at the wounds on your neck, a phantom pleasure of that brought by his fangs making you cry out softly. Mozart’s already had his fill of your blood tonight and fears taking anymore will make you pass out. Right now he just wants to feel you come around him, wants to see the effects of his passion on your body. 

       With a thrust that buries him as deeply inside of you as he can reach, he triggers your climax. A soft cry leaves your lips, feeling his hips stutter as your walls clamp down on his throbbing cock. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he cums inside of you with a muffled groan, his heat warming your insides for the final time tonight.

       Mozart collapses panting on top of you, spent cock chased by his cum as it slips from your folds. You slip a leg around the back of his knee, holding him in place as his head rests against your breasts, hands rubbing circles into the skin of his back. He’s never felt more loved than he does right here, held in the arms of the love of his life, his muse. Already, new melodies bloom to life in his mind, all of them stemming from you, but he doesn’t move to write them down. To do so would be unthinkable when he’s so happy it aches.

       Moving just enough to look up at you, he cups your cheek in his palm, a thrill of delight racing through him as you lean into his touch. Whether you know it or not, he’s always trying to tell you how precious you are to him through his music, each note dedicated to the love you inspire in him every day. 

       “I love you,” he murmurs, nose brushing yours as he brushes strands of hair off of your forehead. The look in his eyes is so raw, so tender, it’s hard to believe he ever looked at you so coldly when you first met. There’s love in every line of his face as he gazes at you, lips parted in awe and violet eyes shining with love as your hands reach out to draw him in for a smiling kiss.

       “I love you too, Wolf.”

       The words aren’t enough, not for either of you. To put what you feel into three words so simple feels odd, but it’s all you have. 

       Firelight continues to dance off the walls as you and he fall into a blissful sleep and the snow continues to fall like powdered sugar outside, the warmth of your love staving off any chill.

[bangtanloverboys]

what are friends for // jhs

summary - it was a known fact that an effect testosterone has on some people includes being horny; thankfully, you have a friend to help you out

pairing - roommate/fwb!hoseok x transmale!reader

genre - smut, minor fluff at end; friends with benefits au

word count - 2.1k

warnings - mentions of masturbation and sex toys, showerhead masturbation, minor description of trans male genitalia, mentions of surgical scars, fingering kinda, daddy kink, minor nipple play, minor over stimulation, you are hoseok’s good boy, mention of male masturbation, aftercare

author’s note - this is my first submission for the BTS Ghostie Writer’s Bingo, for the tile “friends with benefits”, and i decided to do it as my first smut so. . .yay? i would also like to mention that in this fic, reader has been on testosterone for a while and after being on testosterone for a while there is such thing as bottom growth (i.e. the clitoris enlarges) so that is what i mean by “description of trans male genitalia”. if you’re a trans man reading this and are uncomfortable with things like that, i suggest you move on as i do not want you to risk becoming dysphoric. 

You wanted to bang your head against the wall and cry, your body was screaming for attention and touch. This was one of the few setbacks of being on testosterone, you were horny almost constantly or at random points throughout the day.

At first, you dealt with it a somewhat normal way. You would touch yourself when you were alone and that seemed to solve it for a while. Eventually though, you needed more. Your own hand wasn’t enough. You got a vibrator, then a dildo and soon those things too no longer felt satisfactory. That is until Hoseok came into the picture.

Hoseok was your college roommate, while initially you were a bit scared to come out to him. Coming out was always a scary thing, but when you already were passing as a cis guy, you didn’t want anyone to look at you any different. But when you eventually told Hoseok, he was very chill about it and was very supportive of you.

Quickly the two of you became fast friends, even deciding to live together in an apartment not far from the university you both attended. During this time, Hoseok was very understanding of your random shifts with hunger and hot flashes, what you tried desperately to keep away from him though was your horniness.

It really didn’t help that Hoseok was hot as hell, he was downright sinful in general. The way he did dishes, the way he studied in the library, hell the way he drove was hot and drove you bonkers. You tried all your methods previously to try and lose Hoseok from your mind, but none availed. You were ultimately fucked with a hot ass roommate and no full way to satisfy it. That is until he heard you one night.

You were per usual routine to try and jerk off while you assumed Hoseok was asleep, little did you know he could hear you from his room and you slowly drove him insane with your whimpers and moans. It wasn’t until you let his name slip from your lips a bit too loudly when you heard a “Fuck it” come from his room, when he opened the door to your room, his eyes dark and his stature was stiff. He made his way over to your bed and looked you dead in the eyes and gave you two options. One, come to him and let him help you get off. Or two, if you don’t want to, just be quiet.

That was the easiest choice you were ever given.

The past several months, you and Hoseok came to an agreement of whenever either of you were horny, you’d come to each other and it seemed to work out pretty swimmingly. Hoseok was everything you needed to keep you satisfied so you were happy and content.

But now, you were in a major predicament. He was out for the weekend and you were suffering now. While the two of you have fucked around a lot, you never knew was his boundaries came to for phone sex so in an effort to avoid that conversation on grounds that he didn’t want to, you didn’t call him. Or contact him in general because the mere thought of Hoseok right now had you squirming. 

In a last ditch effort to gain any sort of release, you decided to take a shower. Initially you were going to take a cold shower to possibly cool down but again your body betrayed you and put the water on hot. 

When you deemed the water ready, you stripped down and got into the shower. Instantly groaning as you felt the hot water flow down your body. Hoseok was away for barely 2 days and already you missed his touch, the warm water was barely making a good substitute for him but it was doable. As you stood there in the stream, you let your hands slowly travel around your torso. You let out a soft sigh as you lightly drag your fingers underneath your scars. 

Slowly you let your hand travel lower, and lower reaching your core. Your indeed finger swirled around your swollen nerve ending. Groaning at the sensation, you lean your head back and feel the water cascade down your chest. As you draw small circles over your nerve, you eye the shower head. . . Hmmm. . . 

You stop your ministrations and pull the removable showerhead from it’s hold. With the water closer to you, the water feels warmer and the stream is soothing against your skin. You move the shower head lower and closer to your heat. When you feel the water against you, you let out a loud moan. It may not be Hoseok, but it will do for now.

You lean back against the shower as you gently make circles around your core with the stream of water. When that no longer felt like enough, your thumb found the spray nozzle. With a couple turns, the steady stream of water came out faster. At the sudden change of pressure, you moaned even louder, bringing the shower head closer to you. After a few minutes of keeping the jet as close to your nerve as possible, you could feel yourself teetering on the line of an orgasm but it never comes. 

As you try your best to get yourself off, you barely hear the door to the apartment unlocking and your roommate calling out, “I’m home!”

Verging on tears, you call out for him, the lack of an orgasm. “Hoseoookk~” Through the frosted glass of the shower door, you can see the door to the bathroom open, cold air suddenly filling the steamy room. 

“Y/N? You okay there?” He calls out to you, not opening the door quiet yet. 

“No- Need you. . . needy Daddy. . .” With that simple word, you watched the figure in front of the glass change his demeanor. He straightened his shoulders and you watched as he started stripping from his clothes. 

When Hoseok opened the door to the shower, he was exposed to you still leaning against the wall, clutching the shower head to your bundle of nerves. “Oh did baby boy get into some trouble when I was away?” You nod to answer his question. “Aww, I’m sorry. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here to help you.” Hoseok said as he walked into the steaming chamber. You watched as he lowered his head to yours and captured your lips in a wet and sloppy kiss. You moan into the kiss as you take your free hand and thread it through his dark locks. 

Hoseok took the showerhead from you, causing you to whine as the pressure was removed from your core. He tsked at you, “Patience baby.” Immediately you shut up and took whatever he was planning to do to you. With now both of your hands free though, you keep your hands in his hair, keeping your hands snug, knowing he likes that. You can feel him smirk against your lips as you tugged on his hair.

Slowly but surely, he started paying attention to your enlarged nerve with his hand. Lightly pulling and fiddling with it between his thumb and index finger, causing you to moan against his lips. “More, please more.” Hoseok thankfully obliged by pressing more kisses to your jawline and throat. He removed his hand from you but quickly replaced it with the shower head, the quick change in pace sending waves of shock throughout your body. His head moved down your chest, leaving small love bites around your collarbones and shoulders. The heat in the shower plus the warmth of Hoseok’s body pressed against you cause you to feel sweat start to drip down the side of your face. 

“Baby boy is so worked up, can’t cum without Daddy’s help?” You heard him mumble before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You could feel his teeth bite down ever so slightly then lapping against it with his tongue in an effort to soothe the pain he caused. 

“No, need you. Always need you,” you cried in desperation as Hoseok brought the shower head closer and closer to where you needed him most. He moved the jetstream in small little circles, tightening the familiar coil in your gut. You were getting closer and he could tell, having his other hand snake behind you to give your ass a quick squeeze, pushing out another moan. 

“Are you gonna cum? Gonna cum like a good boy?” You heard him rasp from below you, you let your head fall down so you can look him in the eyes, giving him full view of your fucked out face.

“Yes, yes! I’m a good boy! I’m your good boy!” The words tumble out of your mouth as you feel the coil snap, your nerve endings quivering against the jet of water that continues to be pressed against you. Your grip on Hoseok’s hair tightens as he doesn’t remove the shower head, just listening to you cry and whine as you cum. As tears slowly start to fall from your eyes, you feel the jetstream be removed from your spent heat. Quickly as he can, you watch Hoseok turn off the water and pull you into his arms.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. You were so good. I’m so proud of you.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. He slowly led you out of the shower and sat you down on the toilet, obviously not trusting your legs to hold you up. He grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist then another one, a more fluffy one, and wrapped it around your shoulders, drying you off all while whispering words of affirmation and care.

Once you were mostly dry, Hoseok helped you into the T-shirt and boxers he stripped himself of when he entered the bathroom then led you towards your room. He laid you down on your bed, tucking you in and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, saying he’ll be back in a moment. You gave a quick nod as you watched him leave. You could hear him bustle about in the kitchen as he poured a glass of what you can only assume is water and pulled something from the cabinet. When he returned he did indeed have a glass of water and a small tray of cookies. “Drink the water and nibble on the cookies, I’ll be right back alright.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead as you took a sip from the glass.

You followed his instruction and ate a few of the cookies, the sugar slowly waking you back up. You could hear the shower was on again and you were a bit confused as you thought he turned it off but after a split second you heard Hoseok let out a loud groan you realized what he was doing. You felt your face flush when you remembered that all of the attention was on you and you acted like a total pillow prince and not taking care of him in return. 

After a few more minutes, the shower turned off and you heard the patter of Hoseok’s feet come down the hallway and back towards your room. All he had on was a new pair of boxers as he walked back over to you and sat on the bed. “How are you doing, baby?” He asked, a small smile playing on his lips. 

“I’m good,” you gave him a nod, which widened his smile. 

“That’s good. Drink your water more, then go to bed okay?” He instructed as he sat up to go back to his room. 

“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving.

“What is it?” He asked, concern evident in his dark brown eyes. 

“I didn’t take care of you. . .” you mumbled out, pouting a bit. 

Your comment got a chuckle out of Hoseok, “Baby, it’s okay. You needed me more than I needed you at that moment, okay?” To which you nodded, understanding. “Is there anything else you want?”

“Um. . .cuddle?” You purse your lips as you looked up at him. This got the man to smile, nodding as he moved over to the other side of your bed and got under the covers. Right away you snuggled right up next to him and sighed, the natural scent of him just calming you down. 

“Hand me a cookie will you,” he asked, to which it was your turn to laugh and you handed him one.

“Try not to get crumbs all over my bed.”

“I would never!”

[admdmrtn]

or 5-8 pls 🤩 KSJSKDJSKDJSKDH

5. Saying that A has the carnival picture, how do you think your detective will react once they find out they have it?

She’ll be shocked, to say the least, and figure out exactly when Adam went back to get the picture. Could it have been shortly after the mission to the House of Mirrors was completed? Or was it during the time the carnival was burning down and Sanja was kidnapped? It’ll be important for her to know because it’ll somewhat tell her at least a form of timeline of Adam’s feelings lol. She’ll also be pretty distracted with the memory of that photo - how his arm had snaked around her waist without him been given the instruction to do so, and how even though he assured her that them taking the photo is all for their undercover story, his eyes held a different message as she cupped her cheek. Crazy. Edith would think it’s crazy that he’d gone back at all to get the photo. Her heart would be so warm just thinking about it. And at one point, I think she’ll try to get a copy of the photo too.

6. If your detective heard Sanja’s prophecy for A, how would they feel about it?

Not too surprised. I think she’ll be more surprised by Adam’s follow up question, the one where he asks what should happen if he does in fact allow himself to fall. It’s that hope that’ll fuel her I guess? She’ll be secretly happy, no doubt, and it’ll definitely give her yet another insight to what Adam’s truly feeling for her. 

7. What does your detective think of the glimpse into A’s past in the house of mirrors and their “guilty” judgment?

Surprised as heck, but also not. She’s mostly intrigued about how he seemed to be enjoying himself during the first half of the memory, specifically when he “[grinned] at someone beneath him, his sword hovering over the figure’s throat.” The Adam she knows now has never, even in happier surroundings, ever shown that many emotions - and now the one time he does is on the battlefield right before he kills someone? It’s weird to her, but if her instincts are right, that perhaps once upon a time, he was ruled by the hunger for power in his heart rather than his head, then it would explain why Adam’s got a fixated monster complex and treating his vampirism like a self-serving punishment. 

8. If the detective and A’s first kiss is full of denial afterwards, how would your detective react?

OOOOOOOFFKFDHKJH well. Edith would be too busy being flustered whenever she seems him anyway because what’s worse than one (1) person being incapable of processing his feelings? two (2) people who can’t deal with emotions properly! yay. but for real, I think that once she’s over the shock (and butterflies in her stomach ew) she’ll want to eventually confront Adam to talk about it - and she’d definitely get a little irritated if he continues to deny it.

[haiyuta]

Chained Up

Summary: Being an omega at university you noticed your seatmate (and crush) an alpha has been missing. Being a good student you were you went to the packhouse go give him his notes. Not knowing he’s in heat. 

Word count 2.0k || Genre: abo dynamics, kissing, smut, heat, soft alpha, we love soft alpha Wooyoung

A/n: Happy Halloween this is totally unedited so apologize in advance if I just needed this out. Anyway yay I got content out enjoy. 

Lost in your thoughts you rested your palm against your cheek. The professor wrapping up the end of the lecture. Your mind numb from all the information you absorbed.

Sighing you pressed your palm to your face gazing at the empty seat in front of you. Missing the handsome blond his usual 'good morning' and that charming wide smile of his, from his natural scent.

Wooyoung an alpha hybrid has been missing from class for almost a week now. You assumed after him and a few betas san and Yeosang went out for a run you heard he 'hurt' himself. They furiously claimed you shouldn't go to the packhouse to cheer him up.

Some weird part of you was begging to see the alpha. Maybe it was your omega loyalty or the natural want to help an alpha but it was a nagging feeling. Like he needed you.

Being an omega and being friends with Alpha, betas and fellow omegas was an interesting dynamic.

A gentle smile went to your face thinking of alpha Wooyoung. From his gentle smile to his scent. You shivered at the thought of his deep musk and his cologne.

Shaking those thoughts away you packed your stuff up leaving with the others. "Miss Y/n," you heard the professor call your name.

Crap you thought turning around to see him. "Yes," you quickly answered.

He shifted handing you some papers "Would you possibly give Wooyoung or his friends these packets I don't want one of my students to get behind," he explained.

"Um sure," you replied taking the paper mentally kicking yourself as you did.

Leaving the class you looked at the papers and sighed. "Oooo what's that," your friend said waiting for you.

"A packet for Wooyoung," you said showing the papers.

A wide grin filled her face "the Wooyoung," she said pausing. "The alpha with the soft-looking blond hair, a soft smile and who also subtlely flirts with you," she said smiling.

You rolled your eyes at the beta shaking your head. "He doesn't flirt with me he's just really nice," you clarified. Your stomach fluttered when you remembered the times when he told you you're smile was pretty when he invited you to a party with you gently declined because of work.

"So you going to give it to him or send one of his friends," she hummed walking next to you.

"I'll do it," you answered back inside excited you'll get to see him. Pointing a finger "not cause we flirt just cause I want to see how he's doing."

"And he'll invite you in and then you guys can talk your hearts away," putting a hand over her heart. "So romantic," she finished.

Rolling your eyes you didn't respond slightly nervous at going to his house.

You stood at the door of Wooyoungs apartment wondering if you should knock or not. A bundle of notes in your hand from the last three days. Your professor asked you to give it to him since he knew you wouldn't reject.

Biting your lip you didn't want to disturb Wooyoung what if he was sick and just wanted to be left alone. Darn, you should've given this task to one of his close friends like Hongjoong or Yunho you thought.

Knuckles barely brushed across the door till you realized it was open. A scent hit you like no other it was Wooyoungs but it was intoxicating almost suffocating you. "Hello," you called out in the house barely getting the words out.

A low groan came from down the hall alerting you. You were alert at the sound of the groan your body was drawn to him.

Rushing to the room you opened the door your eyes widening to see Wooyoung on the bed his blond hair messy and damp. The scent of him hit you like a truck you could feel your body buzz seeing him in all his glory. One of his hands was attached to the headboard his other free.

His nose twitched then his head snapped opened suddenly looking at you. The look in his eyes were feral.

"Y/n," he growled your name his eyes wide and hazy almost a different color. "What are you doing here," he said.

"The professor," you started you barely could form a sentence. "Are you in heat," you asked quickly. You shook your head realizing you already knew by the scent he was in heat.

Sighing he looked at his free hand "Yup and this heat is brutal," he paused gazing at you with that intense look in his eyes "you should get outta here Y/n before I do something I'll regret."

You licked your lips answering "you're already doing something to me," you commented back. Feeling your heart racing, palms itching to touch and please him and your core getting wetter just by looking at him.

You glided over to his side your eyes hazy looking into his eyes you noted his normal warm brown eyes were glowing a gold ring around them making them pop.

"Woo," you trailed off "alpha," you. He grabbed your hand with his free hand his grip felt safe and nice. Pulling you close to the bed your knees touched the edge. Those eyes of his were glowing, his skin tan and beautiful those lips waiting to be kissed. Before you knew it you placed your lips over his in a hurried kiss.

He kissed back with passion his lips massaging yours at a greedy pace. You moaned at the hunger of the kiss your mind swirled with lust and want.

The tension in the room was already at a high from the kiss. Your heart-throbbing wanting to kiss those puffy lips of his.

Shifting you gently climbed on the bed sitting next to the blond. "Please let me help you," you asked looking at him.

He eyed you shaking his head "You don't have to Y/n I've been through many heats, not this long but I'll survive," he said smoothly.

Shaking your head you remembered your first heat it was awful. Like fire licking your skin for days, you didn't even know what you wanted but you wanted it to end as your eyes filled with tears begging for some relief.

Lifting your hand you trailed it down his chest pressing your fingertips to feel what's underneath his soft tummy making you smile loving how he felt.

"I want to," you gently looked at him trying to convey you really wanted.

Before you knew it you felt his lips crash to yours once again your body gently framing yourself over him. Pulling away he panted "I've wanted you for a long-time Y/n," he pulled away a hazy grin on his face.

"Should we," you asked gesturing toward his chained wrist wanting to get those off of him so you could feel his hands on you.

"I don't want to hurt you," his voice was soft and needy at the confession "or mark you," he hummed. Of course, marking was a worry the heat of the moment he could press those sharp fags into your scent gland and make you his mate.

A soft smile lit your lips at his words "You have control just by the way you handle me I know you won't hurt me."

He gazed at you "the key is in the bottom drawer," he stated. Grinning you reached over finding the key gently going to the chain. The chain fell with a clink.

Wooyoung quickly grabbed your face kissing you his soft lips were soft and caring. Quickly you grabbed his hand linking yours and his together.

Parting ways you gently sat back placing your fingers over his hard dick. "How many times have you came during this heat," you smirked pulling his sweats down ever so slowly. Gently teasing his length and tip.

"Too many to count," he gasped out when your cold hand came in contact with his base. He was warm in your hand the gentle feeling of him in your hand making you damp between your thighs. Wishing this was already between you.

"And now you have me and all I want to do is help you," you confessed releasing him from the fabric. You eyed his face it was thrown back twisted with pleasure. He was like putty in your hands. Running your palm up and down jerking him off. Your thumb gently spreading his precum along his angry mushroom head.

"Fuck Y/n" his hands went to your hips grabbing at anything he could lightly groping your ass. Lifting his hips turning to get more friction. Thrusting into your palm his jaw unclenched and with a beautiful groan, you felt the warmth of his essence coating your palm.

"You made a mess," you hummed gazing at him.

Groaning his eyes hazy "ah fuck that was amazing." Wiping your hand off your fingers went to his stomach enjoying the softness still had.

His scent filled all around you making your head dizzy before you knew it you were bare only your underwear and bra left on.

Wooyoung licked his lips as he watched you strip. Leaning up he placed you gently in his lap his mouth going to your breast. From nipping to kneading he enjoyed the soft mounds of yours. The motion made your head dizzy your stomach tightened at the pleasure.

"Wooyoung," you moaned almost at that tipping point.

"Yes my omega," he hummed looking at you. The word my omega made your insides turn with want.

You moaned feeling yourself shiver from his words. "Please," you whined out something simple yet he knew what you want.

Without words, the blond pushed you on your fours. The more animal style made your skin tingle with want. You pushed your hips back into his begging to be fuck.

"Are you sure Y/n," he asked his hips gently humping your thighs.

"Yes," you whined. Inside you wanted him but you were grateful he was still in a headspace to even ask you for permission. "Only you," you moaned.

Gripping your hip you felt him gently thrust into you. He rocked into you and you pressed your ass back into him. He filled you so well small tears filled the corner of your eyes at the feeling of him.

He gripped your thighs as he pressed in and out of you. "Ah fuck your warm," he panted "I've dreamed of this Y/n," he moaned your name.

"I'm so filled," you moaned your arms getting weak. You twisted your eyes shut feeling a developing wave build making your toes tingle with want.

"Can I," he moaned.

"Please," you moaned back wanting him to spill himself in you. An omega primal need to breed even though you knew you were on the pill and couldn't...yet.

He pressed deep into you as he came the feeling of his warmth filling you. A deep growl ripped through the room as he came. A few more sloppy thrust you soon chased your orgasm. The warmth spreading across your body wrapping you in a blissful blanket.

Staying in that position for a moment you enjoyed the afterglow. After a few moments, you felt him pull out a slight giggle came out. "I've made quite a mess," he joked.

Rolling over you eyed Wooyoung his hair messy, his eyes now a dull gold and his heat seemed to dim down for now.

"Mh you look so handsome," you hummed leaning up placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He smiled in the kiss parting "You look hot with my cum between your legs," he bite back glancing down at your ruined thighs and damp panties.

"It's your fault," you said biting your lip looking at him.

"I'll gladly do it, again and again, baby girl," he smirked back at you.

Quirking an eyebrow you looked at him. "Well you should think about something other than me cause we have a test on Monday," you smirked back.

"A test," he whined shocked at the test coming up. 

[writer-senpai]

A Fanfiction-driven Fling

a Caesar Zeppeli x Reader one-shot

“Come at me Caesar! I can take it!”

Caesar Zeppeli chuckled at your stance; you looked so cute with your fists up. The two of you had been doing some extra hamon training together, but it was starting to get late. He had planned on asking you out during a nice romantic dinner.

“I don’t doubt you for a second, cara, but we should probably get something to eat.”

He walked over to you, and teasingly pat your head. “Also, your breathing is wrong, we should work on that next time.”

“Hey!” You playfully punched his arm, to which he simply smirked. “How about this: my phone should be over in my bag, you can order a pizza, then we can keep training while we wait?”

Caesar’s eyes gleamed, and he finally gave in. How could he resist making you happy? “Mamma mia, if you insist.”

“Yay!”

He chuckled as he walked over to your bag and promptly ordered a pizza. But before he set it down, his eyes stalled on the tab you had left open. You had been reading a lemon fan fiction.

His eyes widened in surprise; as far as he knew, you had never had a boyfriend before, and you didn’t seem like the soft type who read that sort of thing. He smirked. Maybe he wasn’t the only romantic one between the two of you.

When he returned with two glasses of water, you sat against a wall, looking quite tired.

“I’ve ordered the pizza, (y/n). I also brought you a drink; it’s important you stay hydrated to keep your beautiful skin healthy.”

You blushed at his words, gratefully accepting the water. Something seemed off about him tonight; was he actually flirting with you? It can’t be, he’s just naturally friendly. But the smirk on his face made you uneasy; what was he up to?

You took a sip of the water, and were surprised when Caesar put his arm around your shoulders.

“Would you like a lemon with your drink, cara?”

You abruptly spit your water on the ground, feeling your face heat up.

“Oh god... on my phone... did you see..?”

He nodded. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, amore. You can be strong while liking romantic stories.”

“I feel so stupid,” you mumbled, standing up as you covered your face. “I’ve never even had a relationship before, I don’t even understand it all sometimes... I’m sorry you saw that.”

Now Caesar stood up, taking your hands in his. “Don’t apologize, it’s natural to desire intimacy.”

He gently lay his hand against your waist, sending a shiver throughout your body. You looked up into his gorgeous green eyes, seeing a look you had only dreamed about before. Caesar stared at you lovingly, his gaze seeming to penetrate into your soul. For the first time since you met him, he looked nervous.

“Would you like me to teach you about romance?”

Though a blushing mess, you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, causing him to redden.

“Of course, amore.”

He gently picked you up so you could kiss him, a light touch that warmed you up. It was wonderful, unlike anything you had ever felt before, but that wasn’t even the best part.

“Wow...”

He smirked, a look of hunger in his eyes. “That was just the warm up, cara.” He gently pinned you against the wall, your kisses becoming more passionate by the second. Your only thought was him. The electric feelings he had awakened within you were amazing.

He broke away for air, and you shyly sighed. “Damn Caesar, you are a great kisser.”

He gently cupped your chin in his hand, a smirk on his face at your continuous blushing. “You’re a fast learner, amore. Care for round two?”

[patovpran]

Hey, is too much to ask for two fanfictions??? I love your writing style and i cant get enough of it! xD. So my request on the list thing is: 9 + Forthbeam and 4 + Forthbeam. Sorry if its too much!

No need to apologize, you can ask for as many as you like! And yay! I'm so glad you love my writing 😊

Here is the first fic and the second one will most likely be in a reblog of this post once I write it.

Also, this is based on Distractions but if you haven't read that, let's just say that Beam was thirsty.

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Beam was about to go insane. After a week of not seeing Forth due to him going to visit his family, his first appearance back makes Beam spiral into another dimension. During the vacation, Forth has gotten another tattoo. Which is a thing Beam can add on a list of details that make Forth so attractive and that make Beam's life (among other things) harder.

„My niece is so cute!“ Forth beamed as he talked about what he was doing while at home. His coffee was barely touched. „She made me a bracelet.“

Beam leaned over to take a better look. It was made of of intertwined strings of yarn in three colours: pink, purple and blue. He smiled at the realisation why.

„Bi pride, huh?“

„Obviously.“ Forth winked before finally taking a sip of his drink.

„Are you coming over?“ Beam asked before taking a sip too just as Forth's swallowed his.

„I haven't seen you in a week.“ Forth pointed out. „Of course I'm annoying you all day today.“

„Oh no.“ Beam joked. He won't say it but he had missed his like crazy. It was weird not seeing him after his classes or going out without him by his side. He was already so used to his presence.

After finishing their drinks, Beam drove them to Forth's dorm so he could put away his suitcase and then they went back to their usual meeting spot. Beam's dorm.

„You changed the sheets.“ Forth noticed as he walked in the room. „They aren't white anymore. Got bored of the hospital aesthetic?“

Beam rolled his eyes at Forth's joke while he was very amused by himself.

„Unlike someone, I actually have more than one set.“ Beam hadn't been impressed when he found out that Forth only has one. „Besides, they needed washing.“

Beam turned away, hoping he didn't blush. You see, Beam has been having a difficult time and occasionally it would show on his bed. Sometimes even his subconsciousness betrayed him.

„Well I love gray so…“ He said before jumping on the bed and spreading like a starfish.

„Hey, make room for me.“ Beam kicked him in the foot that was hanging off of the bed.

„Nah.“ Forth had his eyes closed and was smirking. Beam sighed before deciding to tickle him which made him roll to the side in a fetus position. Beam occupied the spot beside.

„Baby.“ Beam snickered and regretted it because, of course, Forth chose to hear it in a different way than intended.

„Yes, love?“ Forth turned to him, his head resting on his hand and his elbow pressing in the bed.

„Shut up.“

„Make me.“ Forth said jokingly, and wiggled his eyebrows at him.

Beam, who would usually just shut down his teasing, stared intensely at him from a moment. His heartbeat sped up and he finally decided to do something about the thoughts that inhabited his brain lately. He was going to realize them.

In moments, he had Forth beneath him. He was straddling him and he could see Forth face change from surprise to hunger as Beam leaned in closer. Forth instinctively licked his lips before Beam's crashed against his.

The kiss started at out slow but, thanks to Beam's eagerness, it quickly escalated and got more heated. Beam let his rationality slip away and let his body do what felt right. And Forth didn't seem to mind.

Their lips parted and Beam let his own kiss down Forth's jawline, then down his neck tattoo where he chose to leave a mark. Forth responded to his touches with quiet moans and muttered curses.

„Please, don't stop.“ Forth breathed out. Beam didn't answer with words and instead pulled his boyfriend's shirt up. He continued kissing his body, moving down his chest to the edge of the pants before connecting their lips once again.

He knew that now Forth's inner beast has awoken. Forth turned them over, their lips breaking up only for a short second. He left his hands drift up and down Beam's body, squeezing his thighs and hips, pressing their crotches together.

Beam knew he wasn't being quiet as Forth moved on to kiss and leave marks all over him but he didn't care. He let himself over to the pleasure that was long overdue.

[thatcomesandstaysfire]

So I know I missed the Catching Fire rewatch (and The Hunger Games rewatch...oops) but I finally have a chance to sit down and watch CF. I’m just gonna put every little thing that pops into my head here...sorry in advance

- That depiction of her ptsd? *chef kiss* 

- It’s kind of dumb that they set that first Gale kiss inside the fence. I just remember my reaction reading when Snow said he knew about the kiss that took place outside the fence. Like, oh shit how much do they know? Is there anywhere that is safe?!

- Haymitch would be good at baseball

- Peeta’s Glow-up yall! Too bad they put him in some of the stupidest outfits

- Donald Sutherland and Jennifer Lawrence are soooo good in the office scene

- I kinda wish they included her mom drawing her bath and adding the dried flowers. 

Peeta: That was nice acting

Katniss: You too

Peeta: bruh

- when that peacekeeper realized the door was open

- seriously what is that sweater, peeta?

- oo yay their favorite colors

- its scenes like ^ this one, or any direct quotes really, that make me disconnect a bit because Jen (especially) and Josh are NOT Katniss and Peeta for me. Idk dude

- district eleven guts me. so well done! and when Haymitch hugs and katniss, and says it will be alright, but all she can see is the older man’s corpse being carried away!! perfectly sets up how helpless and dangerous it all is. 

- “Will you stay with me?” “always” still a little salty we didn’t get this scene after the tour when she injures her foot, and we get the “I didn’t quite catch it.” The pay-off from that in Mockingjay made me flip, it hurt so bad. 

- Honestly still salty about how many Everlark they cut. 

- “Everyone wears [their hair] like this now, Grandpa” Do you think the did this to deliberately call out crazed (superficial) fans by saying they’re just like the capitol. We’ll wear your hairstyle and obsess over your love story while ignoring the real message. 

- Caesars FACE during the proposal! Stanley Tucci was excellent casting

- ooo gales grumpy

- Cant get over that random capitol extra that touches Jen’s shoulder during the party at Snows mansion

- “All mahogany” brilliant

- I wish they’d kept peeta’s original line from the books when they’re told about the liquid that makes you puke. “You go along, thinking you can deal with it, thinking maybe they’re not so bad, and then you-” which leads to the “maybe we were wrong, katniss” It’s such an important moment! But in the movie, Peeta’s line “there are people starving and twelve and here..” doesn’t have the same revelation or same rebelliousness too it.

- Phillip Seymour Hoffman does a great job, but the whole characterization of Plutarch in the movies is way off for me. 

- This movie is really dropping in a bunch of small pieces of fan service that were lacking from the first one. The Hob gets mentioned, and now we see Ripper. Not like only-movie viewers will get that. 

- I wish we had Peeta protecting Katniss from seeing Gales whipping like in the books. Peeta’s kindness and self-less love for Katniss are perfectly communicated through that entire event, and in the movie, we only really get a glimpse. 

- I HATE that they made Ms. Everdeen basically incapable of healing and had Prim take over. I get it, Prim is underdeveloped but you don’t need to take away one of the few things Katniss admires about her mother in order to make Prim more likable

- aw puppy dog peeta 

- oof I am not a fan of Willow Shields acting. It’s so flat. 

Katniss: What do you see

Prim: o_o hope 

- I will never not be mad at haymitch for the “thousand lifetimes” line

- Ugh! I know that gale kiss before the reaping was supposed to communicate (I guess?) that Katniss chose gale and shes saying goodbye or whatever, but ugh i hate it. It is unnecessary

- That one slip of paper in the bowl still kills me. I remember people laughing in the theaters. 

- aw effies face

Prim: o_o Katniss! Katniss

- white t-shirt, black jacket peeta. unf he looks like a greaser. One of the few good outfits they put him in.  

- Sugar cube scene - FLAWLESS. I love Sam Claflin

- Jena Malone is exactly how I pictured johanna

- Also “Katniss’” reaction to Peeta agree to unzip, hilarious, but that is all Jen. 

- Wiress, Beetee, and Mags are also really good casting 

- PEETA WHAT ARE THOSE PANTS?? (you all know they ones I’m talking about)

- The Rue painting? the Seneca beard on the dummy? the bow? Excellent 

- “If it wasn’t for the baby”..... then that smirk! Then haymitch’s lil cheers! its soo good. Also josh’s little trot up the stairs in his little white boots? hilarious.

- Haymtich’s nipples...that is all

- “remember who the real enemy is” 

- Pissed we didn’t get an everlark quick during the breif “see you soon” scene before the quell

Snow: Look at them holding hands. I want them dead

Plutarch: Be Patient

Snow: bitch what did you say to me

- NOOO CINNAAA

- Goddamn that entrance into the arena! the way its shot is so disorienting and overwhelming. Well done Francis. 

- Peeta’s got a kill under belt folks! 

- “Gods it’s hot” yes you are

- Finnick you cheeky bastard

- What i wouldn’t give to be Finnicks elderly backpack

- That snotty kiss after the force field. Katniss trembling. Finnick’s look of realization. I do wish they included the line about “It’s probably her hormones” though. 

- Its a SPILE!!!

- the gasping, moaning and groaning when they’re drinking water/when they’re treating their boils from the fog--- so suggestive, i can’t 

- Peeta ended quite a few monkeys, how can yall say he’s weak

- Peeta easing the morphing while she dies is a very well done scene and it is shot beautifully, but it would’ve been so much better with the direct lines from the book. It's so much gentler and lovelier. 

- Where is the green ointment? Where are the childish shenanigans??

- Katniss and Wiress are CUTE!!

- missed out on yet another everlark moment after the cornucopia spins

- YYOO the jabberjay scene is so intense! And peeta pushing his head against the force field, look so helpless to get to katniss breaks my little heart 

- BEACH SCENE!!!!

- Lol plutarchs little “make yourself comfortable” while we know he’s off to his hovercraft. 

- See you at midnight----So that was a lie 

- Just a comment but Jen’s hair in every scene in the arena looks so good. 

- “REMEMBER WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS” she’s got it folks

- Snow is STUNNED 

- Jesus motif - katniss is legit T-posing in the hovercraft claw

- the scene katniss attacks haymitch and then being subdued is perfection. THE DRAMA

- that extended closeup at the end, where we see the RANGE of emotions that crosses her face, i just, Jen is really talented. 

Verdict: Haymitch’s nipples 

But for real, CF is my favorite movie in the series. It’s not perfect, but as a movie ADAPTATION, it's pretty great. 

[lovehotelreservation]

When I’m Not With You, Nothing Ever Feels Good

Summary: Much has changed to Polnareff’s beloved France ever since he took off for his mission to Italy. Much has changed to himself at that as well.  But your love for him has not.

And thus he will be okay.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Reader/Polnareff

YIPPIE KI YAY THE TIME HAS COME FOR US 2 RETURN TO POLNAREFFLAND!!! THIS ONE-SHOT WAS WRITTEN LAST YEAR AS MY VERY FIRST AND ONLY COMMISSION BY NONE OTHER THAN ACTUAL MRS POLNAREFF @arbokzee​!!!

THE TITLE FOR THIS FIC COMES FROM “PLACES” BY MARTIN SOLVEIG FEATURING INA WROLDSEN

I HOPE TO SOME DAY OPEN UP COMMISSIONS AGAIN BUT IN THE MEANTIME WE’RE GONNA POP THE BIGGEST CREAMPUFFS FOR MONSIEUR POLNAREFF 2DAY

I HOPE U ENJOY!!!

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The honeymoon phase was never over for Polnareff.

So deeply enamored with and reverent of you, he could have been exhausted to the bone from whatever mission that the Speedwagon Foundation had sent him on, but he would always have the strength and eagerness to swoop you into his arms and carry you into your chic Parisian abode. With the distance and time spent apart, his longing for you simply had to be sated the moment you were reunited. His lips yearned to meet with yours while his arms sought to embrace and retain the heat that made all those nights abroad so cold and lonesome.

When Polnareff returned to France, to you, he--in more ways than one--was home at last.

That was the mindset of his earlier adult years.

The same could not be said now, with him in his 30s, having spent the longest time away from his beloved motherland--away from his beloved wife.

His mission to hunt down Passione's mysterious leader Diavolo had seemed simple enough. This was by no means reason to let down his guard--Diavolo was far too similar to Dio if just in name alone--but he did not expect to take such an extensive amount of time away from you.

But now, here he was at his home--a humble yet chic loft in the heart of Marais--having returned from his mission at last.

The streets, the people, the Paris, the France he knew.

Changed.

Much like him.

Unlike you.

Rather than him carrying you into the house with immense joy in his heart, you were instead bringing him inside while a muted sense of happiness emanated from him.

Having been bound to a wheelchair for some time now, his eye scarred, his legs metal, he felt every bit of a stranger in his own home, which was kept mostly intact by your care, save for some renovations for easier accessibility made on his behalf--even though the Speedwagon Foundation took great care in preparing prosthetics for his use.

It was testament to how your affection, your heart, your love--they remained to be as pure as ever.

The fact alone was enough to keep him from utter despair, to bring even the smallest yet most genuine of smiles upon his face.

There was nary a moment when Polnareff did not feel absolute joy when you were around, but his expression could not help but falter in utter bafflement at the words you murmured to him.

“Please take me from behind tonight, mon chéri.”

The tone of your voice, the adoring yet yearning look in your eyes, the feel of your hand guiding his to your cheek.

You were serious.

"F-From behind...?"

He was stunned.

As your husband, he was always glad to indulge you with anything. But that position--the thought of you on your hands and knees, the sound of wanton moaning and panting escaping your parted lips, the gleam of the moonlight cascading down your body while he knelt behind you, grabbing your hips as he pounded into you with animalistic fervor--

Polnareff had to stop himself.

He almost felt ashamed for the rush of heat and throbbing ache that quickly surged towards his loins. That position was much too barbaric to subject you, his beloved queen, to.

After all...

His mouth was ready to express a gentle refusal.

The first night of lovemaking since his return and he would not be able to see your face and those gorgeous expressions of ecstasy?

He simply could not wait any longer to witness that pleasured look, the very one that tempted his dreams and taunted his desires.

Even with that hopeful neediness reflected in your eyes--

Whatever words that Polnareff was about to say fell short, however, as he recalled back to earlier in the day when you were showing him all of the new features to your home.

More particularly, he remembered the grand and ornate full-sized mirror that you had brought to the bedroom, positioned right before the bed. Polnareff felt heat blossom and spread from within his chest.

You had been grinning quite cheekily when you asked what he thought of the mirror.

The beginnings of an amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Your heart remained pure but your penchant for being his sly, little minx had yet again successfully stirred and awoken his arousal.

After all, you were more than familiar with how thrilling he found personal exhibitionism.

There was much for Polnareff to adjust to upon his return home, but so long as you were here, staring at him with the very same yearning look that he was always prone to expressing--at this very moment or for the rest of time, there was no need for fear or insecurity.

Just the enduring and earnest love that continued to thrive so splendidly between the two of you.

Gently stroking over your cheek with his thumb, Polnareff proceeded to give you his answer.

First, his eyes shut then opened, the cerulean hue of his irises having gone from expressing hesitation to a passion that had been bottled up far too long. Then he spoke, his words tinged with a husky tone, "What a way to commemorate my return, mon ange. You are in need of well-deserved release, non?"

And, at last, to truly seal this night between you both, he did not wait a moment to claim your mouth with his—to finally satisfy the cravings that had tormented him so.

While getting to lay upon his own bed once more was a true comfort in itself, there was no place he would rather be than situated between your thighs while he had you sit upon his face. The slickness of your heat left him enamored and his self-restraint in tatters while he feasted upon your center. 

Manners and proper etiquette were always becoming of a true romantic--or so his younger self always proclaimed--but his hunger for you incited noisy licks and suckles, his hands planted firmly on your ass to keep you within reach of his mouth, squeezing and kneading your flesh with glee.

As he satisfied the hunger that plagued him during the years separated from you, the same was being reciprocated on your end. While he could never have enough of the feel of your lips pressing against his, paradise once lost was rediscovered by the glorious wet heat of your mouth engulfing his cock while your fingertips tenderly massaged and touched over his inner thighs.

Your touch was always welcomed by him, but the loving stroke of your fingers around his legs was truly among the most genuine displays of affection. His appearance had changed drastically but you still adored his body with the same amount of love as you always held for him, if not more.

A man who prided himself on being the shining paragon of the ideal lover, he genuinely felt nervous and afraid during his initial recovery after his fight with Diavolo, worried that you would leave him over his injuries. However, as you had tearfully expressed to him at the hospital to how sweetly you handled his body now, he knew that there was no reason to fear any longer.

Rather, all Polnareff needed to concern himself with was catering to your pleasure as much as he possibly could.

Still, to stand behind you by the edge of the bed upon his prosthetic legs felt surreal in every way, especially since he always preferred any position that allowed for him to look at your face during intimacy.

There was reason to the near timidness of his hands resting upon your hips. But the sight of your nude body positioned so seductively exquisite before him, with the reflection of that anticipating and tender expression on your face shown clearly on the bedroom mirror--he had all the reassurance he needed.

And by the teasing swivel of your hips, he had all the drive he needed, as though those nights of intense, burning desire spent to be sated alone were not enough already.

"Chaton," he called out hoarsely, followed by the low hum of your name. You turned back to face him, responding with the soft chime of "Jean--?", only to be interrupted by him swooping down to steal a kiss right as he eased his cock inside your core from behind.

The gasp you let out was matched by the hiss that slipped from his lips, a noticeable shudder coursing through his body upon the sopping wet heat that squeezed around his cock at long last. As much as the ecstasy nearly caused him to shut his eyes, he strained to keep them open to catch the expression on your face, both by gazing directly towards you and then--once your mouths parted fully--by the mirror itself.

There was truly no better sight than the reflection before him, the both of you shown intertwined in your own personal eroticism. As he did find thrills in subtle exhibitionism with you on date nights, it was an eternal mystery as to why he never thought to introduce a full-sized mirror to your bedroom--in more ways than one.

But there was no time to contemplate the whys of the past—rather, it was time to focus on the beautiful tremors coursing through your body, watching your face contort with pleasure as you wantonly called out to him for more of his touch.

No matter the years that had passed, Polnareff always insisted on carrying himself as a true gentleman. And though he could never even begin to think of being selfish in bed with you, he quickly crumbled to the passionate man he was, possessed and bewitched by your affection. With his body hunched over yours, one hand squeezing your hip while a thick, muscled arm curled around your body in a warm yet protective embrace, he strained to keep you still as he ravaged you with the thundering rhythm of his thrusts.

His breathing ragged, he could not find it in himself to shift his gaze away from the mirror, the very object that at first left him in despair, but now was a reassurance of his future with you, "It's as though I'm gazing upon a wall in the Louvre. And yet-- and yet...! There is no masterpiece on this Earth that could ever compare to you, mon ange, ma reine."

Feeling as invigorated as ever, Polnareff did not cease in his passion for you as his lips kissed over your skin, minding himself to not mar your complexion but to instead give his praising touch.

Truly, he was looking forward to re-familiarizing himself with every inch of your body.

His lips trailed from your shoulder blades up to your ear, a sultry but loving whisper uttered, "I've spent much too long away from you, ma reine. Please..." He kissed against nape of your neck. "...let this love-struck fool of yours make it up to you."

You expressed your approval by the mewl of his name and your hips grinding back against his.

Your name was called out once more, your lips claimed by his near immediately after.

Smoldering, open-mouthed, needy.

How he hated ever having to end a kiss with you.

Still, as your gazes returned to staring towards the mirror, the sight before you both was something he would always cherish, the reunion he sought to have for so long here at last.

He released your hip to instead now have both arms embracing you warmly, squeezing you tight against his chest as he groaned out, "This body of mine could be shattered to pieces, but the only one who could break this heart of mine is you, mon amour."

Your hands slipped over the backs of his, gently holding them all while you gazed at him sweetly through your reflections, "And I will always do my best to protect and cherish that heart, Jean. I swear this to you."

Another shiver went along his spine, just one of many for this glorious night of reunion that was only at its start.

Here in your shared bedroom in the comforts of the humble abode that the both of you looked forward to sharing your lives together in, with you right in his arms and the sound of your name uttered so distinct and lovingly, it was without doubt that Polnareff was home at last.