#no can I just. the fact that the crown is INSIDE the heart. instead of on top like it ALWAYS is

[blowingoffsteam2]

“Our most precious memories lie so deep within our hearts that they’re out of reach…”

#soriku #the necklace theory #kh makes me insane #the way kh uses visual clues CONSTANTLY #and IN YOUR FACE #COMPLETELY UNHIDDEN #no can I just. the fact that the crown is INSIDE the heart. instead of on top like it ALWAYS is #the fact that these cards are literally made from SORAS memories #like COME ON #from my twitter

[sunrise-imagines]

I love your finn x reader farm world stories you've been writing. They are so good I can't stop reading them, I don't know how to ask this, And I don't know if you're still taking requests but can you write Farm World finn x reader Where the reader is from Ooo, but she looks exactly like farmworld finn' s wife And how would he react. I'm sorry if that's messed up, I like pain.

Ohhhh boy this one will be heartbreaking. Thanks for requesting! Reader uses she/her pronouns in this one

This is an AU in which Reader’s farmworld self replaces Huntress Wizard, love you HW

TW: Angst, mention of illness, mentions of death, hurt and a little comfort,

Farmworld Finn x Reader who’s his wife’s counterpart

• You had agreed to go with Fionna, Cake and Simon to find another crown and make their world magical again.

• After a close run-in with the scarab, you find yourselves in a post apocalyptic city.

• People all around you were giving you surpised looks, which only made you even more uncomfortable in this already hostile environment.

•When Jay first sees you all in the city, he can’t believe his eyes. He’s had this happen before, sometimes seeing someone with a similar hair color to his mother, only to have to remind himself that she’s gone.

•But when you turn around and he sees your face, there’s no mistaking it. It’s you. He doesn’t know how or why, but you’re here again! Tears flow down his cheeks as he struggles to keep quiet and out of sight.

•Once the Destiny gang are gone, Jay looks at you in awe before hurling himself into your arms and hugging you so hard you almost fall over.

• The three of you have to try and explain to him that, although you look like his mother, you’re not actually her, and slowly his smile starts to fade as the realization sets in.

•He agrees to take you to his dad, but is really worried about he will react.

• The five of you make your way to the small farm, where Finn is busying himself chopping logs. He wipes his brow, turning around to scold Jay for staying in the city so long. But then he sees you.

• No. This isn’t real. This is just another one of his dreams. That’s what this is. It’s just a dream. None of this is real. Any moment now he’s going to wake up, shaking in a cold sweat like he has every night for the last 3 years.

• But then you reach out and touch his arm, and he feels the warmth of your hand on his skin. You’re real. You smile awkwardly, a little unsure of what to say, “It’s Finn, right? It’s nice to meet you.”

• For the first time in years, he sheds a tear, and you instinctively you bring your hand to his cheek and wipe it away with your thumb. He brings his hand up to hold yours, feeling your soft hands against his calloused ones.

• “Who are you?” He asks, his voice shaking as if you might dissapear at any moment.

• “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m from another universe, and my friends and I need your help.”

• You try to explain yourselves to him, the fact that there are multiple universes, that you came to save Fionna and Cake’s, and that there is even an alternate version of himself. You decide to gloss over bringing up your own counterpart, having pieced together from Jay’s sadness that her fate was likely an unpleasant subject.

• He brings you all inside, and instantly the kids are all over you, crying and none of you have the heart to tell them the truth, so you play along. None of them care if it didn’t make sense, they were just happy to have their mom back.

• After a tense dinner and discussion about the crown, all of you are made to sleep in the hayloft. But after Fionna and the others have fallen asleep, you sneak out back to the house.

• You find Finn sitting in front of the fireplace, watching the flames as Jake lays next to him. You hesitate, debating just leaving and going to sleep, but his voice breaks the silence first.

• “I know you’re there, leave me be.” He mutters, not looking away from the flickering light. But you don’t leave, instead taking a seat next to him. Jake pads up to you and sits in your lap.

• You stay like that for awhile, the tension so thick you could cut through it, but after a little while you steel yourself and in a soft voice finally ask the question that’s been eating at your mind, “What was she like?”

• He sighs, a deep and tired breath that he’s clearly been holding in for far too long.

• Finn tells you everything, how the two of them met not long after the crown was destroyed, how she was the only one who accepting him despite his past as the Snowman. How the two fell in love, her kindness slowly melting the icy walls around his heart. How they built this house together, and not long after moving in their first son was born. How eventually their tiny family kept growing, only getting happier with each new addition. How a couple years after Bonnie was born, she started to developed a cough, and at the time she brushed it off as nothing a little rest couldn’t fix. But she kept getting worse, eventually becoming bedridden and barely able to move. How the doctors pulled him aside and told him that her prognosis wasn’t good, and while he tried to hide it from her, she already knew her time was coming. How the kids would bring her flowers and help feed her, and how she kept smiling and laughing no matter how bad the pain got. Then one day, she took his hand in hers, telling him how much she loved him and their family, and how grateful she was to have been able to be with him, if only for a little while. And then she was gone, and his world changed forever.

• After he’s done, you’re left speechless. There’s nothing you can do or say to take away the pain he’s feeling, and your presence is no doubt exacerbating it. You feel tears well up and you try to think of what you can do.

• In the end, you just put your head on his shoulder, speaking so quietly it’s almost a whisper, “I’m sorry I’m not her.”

#adventure time x reader #adventure time imagines #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time #fionna and cake fanfic #fionna and cake imagine #adventure time fanfic #finn mertens x reader #finn the human x reader #farmworld finn x reader #sfw #sfw imagine #fionna and cake

[astrozuya]

GOLDEN HOME — hong joshua.

✦ content‎: ‎joshua x gn!reader. fluff. 0.8k wc, non idol!shua. summary: no matter how bad the storm outside gets, you can always come home to joshua.

the last few remaining rays of sunlight are fast disappearing, and both your long, tiring day and the sun's journey across the sky are drawing to an end.

you're on the way home. the subway is crammed full of worn-out students and office workers, and you have no doubt that the transparent exhaustion displayed on their faces is mirrored on yours as well.

the subway ride feels like it's been hours instead of minutes, and the only thing keeping you going is the thought of the welcoming arms of your lover, joshua, waiting for you at home.

home. you relish the word, probably more than most, because after years of living in cold, hostile houses that felt like they were consuming you, you've found one that supports you. although that may be mostly due to joshua.

he's similar to the idea of a home that way, solid and comforting. he shelters and nurtures, providing a safe haven for you to let go of your troubles and just revel in the simple joy of building a life together.

he holds up the parts of you that are broken or damaged, and cradles them gently in a way no one ever has for you before.

that's one of the reasons why you love him, and it's why you still have the strength to keep going even after bad things and worse emotions leave you feeling like a wreck.

it's why you're quickening your pace, almost breaking into a run when you set eyes on your house. you throw open the door, discard your coat, and then immediately head inside, looking desperately for—

joshua. you draw in a shaky breath, relief clouding your senses. you're home.

there he is, eyes crinkled as he smiles in that familiar, precious way. he stands up and stretches his arms out, laughing softly when you hurl yourself into them, wrapping your arms around him and breathing in his warm, comforting scent.

his gentle fingers stroke your hair. "hi, sweetheart. i missed you."

you want to tell joshua that every moment spent away from him rends your heart, but he knows. you know he does, and you know he feels the same way. so you just bury your face further into his chest and mumble, "i missed you too, shua."

and then he leads you to the sofa, stretching out comfortably and letting you sit on top of him, his arms circling your waist.

"how was your day?" joshua asks, running his hands down your arms, your back, tracing the curve of your shoulder soothingly.

"mm, not great," you say, and joshua doesn't press any further, knowing that when, and if, you want to talk to him, you will.

sighing in content, you slump against him, resting your head on his shoulder as you look around at the home you've built for yourselves.

not the house itself— the building is hardly what matters— but the fact that it's your home.

it's home in the way it's warm, and smells faintly of whatever shua's been cooking that day, kitchen counter still bearing the remains of the process.

it's in the way the walls are covered in photos; of your friends and his friends, and then the two of you: you and shua on holiday; shua in a flower crown; you in the sea, laughing; shua with his arms around you as he presses a cheeky kiss onto your forehead.

it's in the way the house is full of carefully selected furniture and the walls bear art suited to both of your tastes, with little ornaments and pretty things and books and albums lining the shelves.

and most of all, it's your home in the way joshua is here— your safe harbor, your steadfast anchor.

joshua follows your eyes wandering around the house as he plays with your hair absent mindedly. "what are you thinking about?" he asks, curious.

"i'm just happy." you smile and look up at him, admiring the way his tawny sweater brings out golden tints in his eyes and hair, the way soft strands of his brown hair fall messily over his forehead.

joshua smiles because you're smiling, and pulls you a little closer.

his eyes turn crescent-shaped, the way they do when he's really happy, and you swear your heart is melting because how can you love someone so much? how can the world go on as usual when there's this molten, golden love taking over every inch of your being?

you shift in his arms, stretching, and he looks at you, a little panicked. "are you hungry?" he asks. "i forgot to ask you earlier, but you must be tired."

"i'm fine," you tell him, and he frowns, saying, "darling, eat something first, then we can cuddle all you want—"

"i'm a little hungry, but it's fine, shua, i wanna stay like this. just for a little longer?"

joshua huffs, but he's smiling. he leans in close and plants a tender kiss on your cheek, poking it afterwards. "okayy, we can stay like this for a bit. you're lucky i love you."

"i am." and you close your eyes and lose yourself in the rise and fall of his chest.

a/n: i became a carat recently & joshua immediately became my bias so it's only right that this is my first svt fic <3 anyways i hope i did shua justice, and i hope u enjoyed reading this !! <3

#joshua x reader #svt x reader #joshua fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #joshua x gn reader #svt x gn reader #seventeen imagines #joshua hong #joshua imagines #svt imagines #svt fluff

[bunny-atsunset]

[Leona Kingscholar N S F W Alphabet] AKA: What he's like as a partner IN DEPTH x GN Reader

Content warning: 18+, Various sexual acts described (oral, penetration etc), cursing, !softLeona! A/N: I'M BACK! (REQUESTS MAY BE OPENING AGAIN SOON) I saw this thingy going around with a few other Twst guys so I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring! It's a bit of a long one! Enjoy~

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You are his and he takes care of his. He makes sure you’re good, comfortable, and having fun. (If you are this far into a relationship he is pretty perceptive of your moods) Leona may offer you to take a bath with him and definitely order some food. I imagine he gets a little ravenously hungry after sex. And he wants you well-fed too, he doesn't mind spotting you. He ideally wants you two to stay naked or be in his clothes in his bed, in his arms. This may change depending on the situation but after he always makes sure you're taken care of and then…yep. He’s OUT for the night, proud of his work. He’s a creature of habit and it’s his favorite ritual to fuck you silly and have plenty of quality time after, even if it's just nodding off together to a movie. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Leona likes his Hands. They are the thing he has the most precision and control over after all. He plays chess with his hands and they're very sensitive to others' touch. In fact, he was a bit hesitant to hold your hand at first. 

He doesn’t like when just anyone touches them. But, if you kiss his fingers or palms you can practically hear his heart pounding. His fingers are broad, nimble, and surprisingly smooth. Average size hands but large digits and he likes putting them inside you. This is how he finds out how you tick after all, discovering how he can touch your sex and body just right to make you call his name. He loves the look of his hands all over your body as he memorizes the curves of your form. (Bonus: I also think he's pretty proud of his hair, it's his crowning glory after all; his mane. He takes care to make it look good for you and he loves to be groomed by you. Wash his hair, braid it, brush it.)

He just likes touching you, especially your midsection, But on his partner, it’s definitely the neck. Before you were together he would sit behind you in class and fantasize about it. Skating his fingertips across the nape to make you shiver, moving a piece of your hair aside, or dragging his tongue down the center of your throat... It’s probably the first place he kisses you. Your scent and pulse are strongest here and he loves to press his lips and face in the crook of your neck when he stands, sits, or lays behind you. It's his fucking favorite place to be in the world, he can rest safely here, and whisper to you so only you can hear. Plus, it's prime real estate to leave hickies or marks getting a sick kick out of seeing you struggling to hide them in class the next day.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Leona loves it. He loves eating your cum after he coaxes it from you and doesn’t let any go to waste, especially if he misses you. He’s a picky eater but his partner is his favorite treat. He loves the smell and taste of your juices so much he is almost tempted to sample how both of your cum tastes mixed together. 

He loves the smell of your cum all over his cock, face, or any part of his body. He is yours after all. Also, he cums a lot. He’s not much of a “multi-orgasmer” preferring to edge until the end or save it for you. But when he finally does it gets everywhere, the warmth running down your legs. Seeing his seed melt down your body, it scratches a primal urge and he feels a tug of pride to watch it unfold before him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Leona isn’t one much for porn most is too over-the-top for his tastes. So instead he is more prone to go through your social media photos, maybe one where a sliver of your thighs is showing or you were biting your lip in a certain way.

This man is all about the details and if you are his partner he craves the little things that make you special and that’s what keeps him up at night, with the urge to be near you. The way your nose wrinkles at him or the way your chest moves under your clothes when you breathe. He has to resist himself when he thinks about the way your nipples get hard under your uniform shirt, dreaming about sucking on them as he touches himself.

The POV nudes or coy of you flashing him are what he craves. When he misses you he pleases himself to the selfie you sent him in his shirt and only his shirt. His mind fills in the rest, you next to him, no bottoms sliding his hand down your thighs before he plays with your sex, and all the while he plays with himself too. Once you are together he loves to snap his own pervy candid shots of you for this purpose as a way to “treat himself” later if you aren't paying him enough attention.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Leona is handsome, he’s a prince and he knows the power of his notoriety. He is desirable to a decent demographic of people so this probably opened some doors to some easy sexual encounters before Night Raven College. He’s the type to not wanna look inexperienced either and he picked up what he could and experimented with his sexual preferences, finding out what he likes and doesn't. He also figured out it was a good way to blow off some steam back home in the gilded cage of the palace. He is somewhat experienced now but hasn’t had any serious or long relationships. He became bored with casual sex encounters very quickly and is not interested in anyone at the school.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

There are two.

Cowgirl/boy: For a couple of reasons. He likes to look at you, sitting on his cock like it’s your favorite seat, and has a clear view of your cute face as he runs his fingers over your body. Under you, he can control the pace easily, digging his nails into your hips and sometimes he likes seeing you in control too. He wants to show you that contrary to how he acts with others he’s soft for you. He’s your Lion. And let’s be honest, if he wanted to be lazy he would be content all night watching you do all the work. Riding his cock for as long as you need, and happy to be at your service until you’re done with him. He’s very patient after all.

69: Work smart, not hard. What’s not to like? He’s getting sucked off by his favorite person in the world while he gets to sample you as well…all while laying down? He takes the bottom of course so he can relax and spread out under you. He likes to feel your weight over him as he takes his time to please you. Don't hover either, S I T. Fuck his face, he can take it, he’s not a herbivore after all. He’ll suck you off too, or tongue fuck you slowly until you cry out, licking all your juices off of his face after as a reward for his efforts.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on the mood but Leona is a teaser. During casual sex, he would probably quip or say things that make you laugh, especially if you are a little nervous. He’ll call you pet silly names or whisper in your ear.

If he is more focused or feeling more sentimental he probably teases less often. Not much phases Leona so he probably wouldn’t care if you joked with him too as long as you didn’t take it too far. He is the king of casual sex, so as long as you are both having fun any mishaps that happen during the throes he’d probably just laugh it off and keep going.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Leona doesn't worry much about body hair in general, yours or his. He does minimal grooming down there too. He probably has a happy trail and some thicker pubes but because he does Spelldrive club he showers often after practice. So he would always be clean anyways even if wasn’t trimmed. (He probably always smells like some specialty cologne he got from the Sunset Savanna.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Casual intimacy is his love language, he likes his hands on you even if it’s just a few fingers trailing down your arm under your sleeves.  Leona is very guarded in general but if you are his romantic partner and he’s at a point where these walls are down…then woof. All bets are off. Why would he hide around you? He would be much softer and open than the Leona you see around others. He saves his softness for you and isn’t afraid of people knowing. His ears will lower and he’d mutter sweet things to you in his native language, all while his cock buried inside you. This is his chance to say things he wouldn’t be able to say or articulate at any other time. He is generally confident but he loves your praise to confirm you are his and he’s doing a good job. It’s the small, tender things that catch him off guard in these moments. Sex itself is something that is not a big deal to him. But the way that you kiss his scar or his lips tenderly is enough to make his heart explode.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s not opposed but, in general, it’s not a big deal to him. He can go a really long time without doing it and mostly does it out of boredom or for a bit of high. Though with a partner, he would touch himself to you pretty often, he doesn’t wanna get rusty for you after all and last longer. He’d delight in finding little photos that arouse him of you or thinking of scenarios of the two of you that make him all hot and bothered. While Leona is particular about his tastes in a partner he views masturbation as a casual thing and probably doesn't bother with toys or porn. Just rubs one out quickly when the urge takes him. Mostly before bed or in the shower all the while wishing you were there. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

 Scent Kink: Smell drives him crazy, especially if you are his partner. But, it also comforts him. He wants you in his clothes or vice versa so he can be reminded of you always. During sex, he can smell when you start to get aroused and uses this to his advantage. The smell of your cum makes his mouth water. He likes to lick your sweat too and lives for that musty after-sex smell.  

Cum Eating: Yep. (Go back to “C” for more detail)

Scent/Bite Marking: He wants to be claimed by you. He’d never beg openly but he wants it BAD. And of course, he wants to do the same to you. (Only if you want to. Nothing turns him on more than being wanted.) Mark him with your scent. (He’ll teach the proper way if you’re not a beastman) Leave bites or hickies on his chest or neck that he can look at later and admire. The idea that he belongs to you and you belong to him drives him fucking wild. He’s not “possessive” per se but rather it’s the idea that he’s allowed someone this close and this is a physical reminder of the sacred bond you have. He’d never mark a casual sex partner so diligently after all. 

Plus…you look so cute sucking on his skin doing your best to leave a mark back, or rubbing your face against his like he taught you lion beastmen do. But, watch out. He will try to one-up you every time.

Oral Fixation: (More of this in the “O” section but yeah.)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that’s comfortable. His favorite nap spots, he's not picky but he wants to be comfortable and not worry about people interrupting. He's not at all opposed to public places if he’s in the mood for an afternoon delight, like letting you fuck him behind the Spelldrive bleachers. He would get a kick out of seeing a spot in a classroom where he played with you under the desk. (He’s a sick man.) Maybe not all the time, because he’s a bit of a pillow prince but..if he is desperate for a taste of you sometimes he’ll just lay you down in a secluded spot outside and fuck you, covering your mouth so you two don’t get caught. He wants to come back to this spot later to remember what happened.

 Mostly, you would be in his room though where he can take his time and you two would have the most privacy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Praise (genuine of course) and knowing you are his. Leona is attracted to confidence and when you approach him with an aura of forwardness this has him biting his tongue. He loves to know that you want him, and only him, so just say it. Tell him that you want him and need him and rizz him up a little. It doesn’t take much for him to get excited by you. The subtleties he picks up as you get to know each other he eats up like little morsels. How you say his name, touch him and pay attention to him in your own special ways. He relishes the idea that only he gets this kind of attention from you.  He is a bit clingy, though he’d never admit it, and tries to give you your space. But, when you two are alone and you are spoiling only him, this encourages his draw to you. He likes when it’s just the two of you like you're the only two people to exist. You two against the world, the idea makes his blood pump and cock hard. He’s a teaser and he likes it when you tease him too. Toy with him a little but…don't tease him for too long. He wants what he wants after all.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Degradation: I feel like a bit of dirty talk is fine, call him a pervert for snapping photos of you, or a freak for the hungry way that he goes down on you. But…hardcore degradation or disingenuous praise is a big turn-off for him. He’s got thick skin, but he also doesn't easily forget things and can be overly sensitive about comparisons to other people. (like Malleus or his brother)  Don't demean him or kiss his ass, he deals with that enough already back home. Tell him why he’s special to you and be honest. Tell him he’s yours. Leona doesn’t like to be facetiously called “King”; he finds it patronizing. He’s a prince, not a king. He doesn't wanna be reminded. Instead, tell him how well he did at his last Spelldrive game or how good he is at taking care of you. 

Hate fucking: He’s pretty straightforward with his desires he wouldn’t go out of his way to fuck someone he hates even if he found them attractive. His pride wouldn't allow it. There are plenty of those back at home to fuck if he’s that desperate for some company. Or he can just jerk off. It’s not worth the effort to him.

Anything harming his face: (Not including face sitting he loves that) While biting and scratching is one thing I don't think he likes to be in too much pain. He would hate to be hit too hard, especially in his face, and it would only serve to irritate him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Leona is a very visceral person and he craves the taste of you and something about being close to your genitals drives him wild. When he goes down on you he is fully immersed in you, The smell, the sweat, all of your fluids dripping down his chin. With you inside his mouth, he feels every twitch of your sex, every movement of your hips as he pleasures you. He loves to figure out what makes you tick.

He obviously would like receiving too, lounging comfortably and laying his head back to watch you go at it. Having you suck his cock is weirdly cute to him, your devotion to him, the way you look up at him. Again, he loves 69, with you on top. He gets to be under his favorite ass and pair of thighs going to town on his next meal. And then there’s you, sucking him off with your cute mouth, the noises the sensation, it’s all just a bonus. Honestly, one of the few times he might not be able to edge as much as he wants and have to come earlier.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. Leona likes lazy, casual sex and he would prefer to go slow unless he was really pent up. He’s patient and likes the build-up of easing his dick slowly inside you, inch-by-inch until you can't help yourself and set the pace for him. He usually prefers for you to cum first for his pride. So after you get yours or if he really missed you, he wouldn’t hold back. Sometimes pinning you down to get his frustrations out. But, on the regular he’s got a slow languid stroke with deep thrusts, loving the view of his cock disappearing inside you again and again.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Yeah, this guy loves casual sex with his partner. Casual intimacy is his strong suit. If you give him the heads up and as long as he’s not too tired he’ll be unbuckling his pants as soon as you lock the door.

He can generally tell when you want him bad or are horny so he might offer to finger fuck you after class or maybe some time on his cock if you can find a nice place where you two can be alone. He says all this so casually of course, like he’s talking about the weather. Leona is a man that likes to take his time and play with his meal, but he enjoys the intimacy of quickies too. And if he is feeling lazy he’ll just lay back and let you ride him or ask you to sit on his face. What? He’s just relieving your stress after all and doing you a favor.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He already knows what he likes but of course, if you want to do something new he would be open to trying. He’s not super judgemental as long as long as it is not too much work for him. Though a lot of flashy kinks with lots of setup (like rope or roleplay he would see it as a waste of time.) But I think he would let you do whatever you wanted to him as long as it’s not too involved. Dress him up, choke him, spit in his mouth, bite him. He’s a pretty simple guy but open-minded as long as you take the lead.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It has been said by a few characters that Leona has insane stamina with both magic and sports. He may be lazy but he is coy with his abilities sometimes because he knows ppl underestimate him. He has also shown to not “break a sweat” in wrestling and magic battles, so yeah. He can last a LONG time. He can control when he comes very well And the pull-out game is 10/10. He would love to edge himself and see how long he could hold back to show off for you and wear you out first. It’s a pride thing. So, if he’s in the mood to spend some “quality time” for the night with his favorite person…cancel everything. It’s gonna be a whole thing from the build-up to the moment he releases, to the aftercare. He’s gonna make sure you think he’s the best after all.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Naw, he's mostly au naturel, he wants you to be pleased but… if he’s being honest he prefers doing it himself. And he doesn't really want or need toys much for his own pleasure. He’s not jealous but may get a little…snippy if you have a large collection of sex toys. Like: “Hmph, what do you need that for?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

TEASER, for sure. For those long sessions with you, he wants to sample all of it and go slow and see you squirm, he wants you to shiver at his husky words. He likes to make little quips about how cute (even when you get mad at him) you are or how good you make him feel. He will even whisper dirty things in your ear during class if he’s in the mood. He would send you lewd texts during lunch or class describing how much he wants to “taste” you later.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

While Leona has the capability to be loud and has a very resonant and deeper voice he seems more a person who makes little noises of pleasure like sighs and grunts. He's good at controlling himself and could go a whole session without making a single noise if he had to. It comes in handy for those “sessions” in the gardens. And he would find it amusing if you were the “loud” one and tease you for it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Fantasizing: He may say differently but Leona spends a lot of time alone just thinking sometimes his mind slips into fantasies of the future and it’s grand. Dreaming of what he wants to do to you or what you do to him, especially during the time before you became intimate. If he is courting you in the first place it is pretty serious because this man will never seriously court someone he doesn't see a future with.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Leona’s favorite pair of underwear are silk leopard print briefs, when he feels horny he loves how they feel rubbing against him in his pants. He’s got a pretty sensitive cock but has good control from all his experience. He’s not huge but a bit above average (7 inches.) It curves up and when it’s fully hard it can almost touch his belly button. Most of the impressiveness is his girth. He has a big head and big balls, when he's wearing his jeans and if you tease him enough you can get a preview of what to expect. More of a “shower” than a grower maybe 3.5 inches when soft.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His libido is kind of all over the place, waxing and waning depending on his mood. When single sex is not something he thinks about but if he does he nips it in the bud with a quick jerk-off session to care for himself.

But if he’s with a partner he is more prone to be turned on more, often going through phases of intense desire with you. He doesn't have a “heat” but rather periods where he feels more needy and craves your touch.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He COULD fall asleep right away, you make him so...comfortable and safe. But he prefers not to go to bed too messy, though he’s not a stickler, most late nights he’d probably wipe himself off and you with an old shirt. Then he’s out, latched onto your back until morning. Best sleep of his life.

But if it was more of an occasion he would love the ritual of bathing with you and eating food with you. (See “A”) He also would love to just lay naked with you afterward for some skin-to-skin contact. Ideally, if he knows Ruggie won’t be banging on his door the next morning he would want to be completely naked with you all night. You in his arms, so he could look at your naked body before he fell out. He's lazy, sure, but you're worth staying up a bit for. Probably not much talking afterwards as he likes to soak in your afterglow in silence, running his fingers over what’s his. Maybe during this time, he puts on a movie while you lay together but you wouldn’t get very far before you hear the tale-tale snoring in your ear. This man can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, but you are his favorite place.

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[pullhisteeth]

i just found this blog and i already love it, can i get a comfort fic with eddie comforting reader after getting broken up? im not sure if this is too vague of an ask, but thank you<33

hi, thank u so much! I hope this is what you had in mind ♡ you come to Eddie after a breakup and he tries to contain his own feelings. [2.1k] contains hurt/comfort, breakup, bad end of relationship, friends to lovers (kind of), fluff

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When Wayne shakes Eddie awake, it's half one in the morning. He knows this because the only light in his room is coming from the digital clock by his bed; big red numbers blaring 01:34.

"Eddie, son, you need'ta get outta bed," Wayne tells him, voice low. There's something else there, too; Eddie's not sure if he's still too far away from awake to really hear him properly, but he sounds worried.

"Wha- You alright?" he says, rubbing his eyes with his fist and sitting up on his elbow.

"Off to work, but she's outside," Wayne says, and Eddie knows what he means. He knows you're out there, knows the state you must be in. You're the only person besides himself who could make Wayne so concerned.

Without another word, Eddie tears off his comforter and makes his way through his room, shoving past his uncle, to the front door. When he swings it open he finds you, sat slumped on the step, and though your back's to him he knows you're crying.

Wayne pats him on the shoulder, giving him a sympathetic look as he leaves. Before he goes, he turns at the bottom of the stairs and crouches in front of you. Holding your shoulder gently, he whispers something Eddie can't hear, and gives you a light kiss on the crown of your head.

As he drives off, Eddie sinks down next to you, squatting so he can lean over and smooth your hair down.

"You gonna come inside?" he says softly, trying with all his might to keep his voice level, for your sake. His fingers toy with strands of your hair, and he notes that it's cold. You've been outside for a while.

You sniff and rub your hand across your face, before rising awkwardly to stand. You turn and follow him in, eyes trained down on your feet, taking his hand as it reaches for yours.

Eddie closes the door behind you and goes to the kitchen. While he fills up a cup with water, you toe off your sneakers and sit stiffly on the couch. The Munson trailer is like your own home, and has been for many years, but you feel like an alien in your own body, some contorted version of yourself possessing it.

Placing the cup on the table, Eddie takes a seat beside you, keeping his distance but angled towards you. He can't get you to look at him.

"How long were you out there?" he asks, unsure where to start but hoping this might ease you in.

You sniff again and wipe your cheek with the back of your hand. As you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, you say, "only an hour."

Your voice is wet and thick, like swimming through treacle. It prises open a crack in Eddie's heart, the one that appeared when you came bounding into his bedroom to tell him Adam Jenkins had asked you out. It got bigger and bigger each time you told him about the dates you went on, grinning wide and gushing about this boy Eddie could not believe you'd settle for. It nearly split his heart in two the first time you came running to him with tears all down your pretty blouse, the first time he'd stood you up.

The good dates dwindled after that, and the bad ones became normal. In fact, the dates ceased altogether a few months ago, and instead you became quiet; insular. You stopped calling Eddie, and your visits to his home were few and far between.

Eddie had chewed Wayne's ear off more times than he could count over those months. But, much to Wayne's frustration, he left you to it.

"Why didn’t you just come in?" he asks you sadly, trying not to think about you outside in the cold crying over a stupid boy.

"I…" you start, but it won't come out. So he reaches for you, taking your hand slowly. When you don't protest he scoots over so your thigh touches his, and he locks his fingers with yours.

His thumb rubbing circles in the back of your hand seems to slow your breathing. He makes a note of it.

"I haven't been round for so long, I just… felt bad," you sigh, and if you crying on his front step hadn't finally broken his heart, the way your words come out all blue might just do it.

"You're allowed here whenever you want, sweets," he says, voice hitching when you hiccup another sob. Instinctively his hand leaves yours and winds around your shoulder, pulling you in, smoothing up and down your arm. You fit in like his other half, head resting on his shoulder as he lets you cry. It's thicker sobs than before, heaved between more hiccups and tormented sighs, and though it's so difficult to listen to he forces himself to, keeping the rhythm going up and down your arm.

"I'm sorry," you breathe out as the crying calms.

"Don't say that," he replies, his own cheek resting on the top of your head. "Don't gotta be sorry for anythin'."

"Yes I do."

"No, you really don't."

"I've ignored you for weeks, Eds, and now I'm crying all over your pyjamas."

"You could throw my pyjamas in the lake and I'd still love you," he says without thinking. If you notice his slip up you don't let on, though he thinks it must be because you've been saying it to each other since you met, two scruffy kids in middle school. You just don't realise what it means for him now, all these years later.

In fact, he gets a laugh out of you. It's a watery giggle, bubbling quietly up your throat, but it's still there and it makes him bite his lip to hold down a triumphant grin.

"I didn't know where else to go," you tell him. "I couldn't stay, not when he… He dumped me, Eds!"

"Oh, sweets, I-"

"No, you don't understand, he's been an asshole for months and he dumped me! That's not fair, I should have done it ages ago, I knew he was bad and I just couldn't and I-"

"Hey, hey," he coos as your breathing picks up, lowering himself to the floor where he kneels in front of you. He holds your arms in his hands and says, "c'mon, calm down, baby."

He can't help all the petnames. Each time he calls you one he wants to kick himself for being so crass when you're so shaken up, but old habits die hard.

"Deep breaths," he tells you in a whisper, hands now rubbing both arms, up and down in soothing motions. You do as he says, shutting your eyes tight and taking a breath in through your nose, holding it in, and blowing it slowly out of your mouth, just like he taught you when you had your first panic attack in high school.

"The worst part," you start, "is that I already miss him."

He just leans up on his knees and wraps you into a hug. He's at a loss, with no idea how to help you through this.

He settles on telling you it's gonna be okay over and over as he rocks you and you hug him back, crying softly into the shoulder of his t-shirt.

"Can I stay here?" you ask, mouth wetting the fabric.

"'Course you can," he says. "'S'your home too."

"Thanks, Eds."

"Stop that."

"Thank you," you repeat, and he feels the smile on your face.

"Stop it," he teases.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." You punctuate the final one with a kiss to his neck – it's light, almost impossible to feel, but he does, and then he feels the way you stop stiff on your way back up to sitting.

"Shit," you breathe. "Sorry, I-"

"It's okay," he assures you, pulling you the rest of the way up so he can look you in the eye. "I'll grab you some pyjamas, you can clean up in the bathroom," he says, wiping the pad of his thumb under your eye where your mascara's run in watery black rivers down your cheeks.

Leaning into his hand, eyes fluttering, you says, "thanks."

He does as promised, fetching you a t-shirt and some clean pyjama pants from his room while you drink some of the water on the table. You slip into the bathroom, giving him a slight smile as you disappear behind the door, and when you close it he nearly screams into one of the sofa cushions.

Instead, he busies himself locking up the trailer, switching off lights and doing the last few dishes Wayne left behind. By the time he's done you're emerging from the bathroom, face clean if a little puffy, donning his clothes and he reconsiders the cushion-scream, because he can't believe someone can look as good as you post-breakup cry in clothes that aren't meant to fit you.

Holding his hand out, he pulls you to his room, kicking stray laundry to the corners as he goes.

"Need anything else?" he asks as you settle on the side of his bed by the wall, pulling the comforter up to your chin.

"You," you breathe, almost so quiet he doesn't hear it. Stopping still he looks at you with what must be a confused expression because you giggle at him and roll your eyes.

"Not like that, you perv," you tease and he relaxes, shoulders slumping in relief, because as much as he does wish you meant it like that, he's not an asshole who'd take advantage of his emotional best friend, and he's glad you don't think he would.

"Just need a hug," you clarify, and so he climbs in next to you after switching off the light and closing the door. He wraps you up with ease, pulling you in so you're slotted into his side, face at his chest.

"Thanks, Eddie."

"I told you, you don't gotta thank me."

"I know, but I want to."

"Oh." 

After a beat, you say, "He was an asshole, wasn't he?"

"Yeah," he replies. "But it's okay."

You groan into his t-shirt and tense up in frustration, so he rubs those soothing shapes into your back.

"I hate myself," you whine.

"Hey," he says, voice firm, pulling you back so he can look at you in the dark. "Don't you dare say that. 'S'not your fault he's a dick."

You're silent, showing no sign of stopping him.

"You're the best person I know. I dunno how he was so fuckin' blind to the fact you're literally amazing but that's his fault, not yours."

You're looking back at him with wide eyes, but there's no sense of surprise on your face. It's more like you're enthralled, entranced by what he's saying.

"You deserve everything, sweets. Not some guy who makes you cry."

"He really is just some guy, huh," you muse, and it makes him laugh, a loud, brash sound that you flinch at, before joining him. Soon, the two of you are laughing together, bent double, happy tears springing down your faces.

"He is!" Eddie agrees, voicing levelling as you continue giggling. "Just some dickhead guy. Seriously," he says as he wipes tears off your face, "I hope you don't think he has any sense."

"I just don't get why I stuck around for so long," you admit.

"Feelings are weird," he tells you, sounding far wiser than he feels. "Make you do weird things."

"You say that like you know," you say.

He hums in response, hand still on your face, holding it like you're threatening to leave him all alone.

"You should sleep," he whispers, dodging honesty, lying by omission.

It's your turn to hum, settling back into him. He lies still as you doze off, deciding to keep himself awake until he knows you're asleep. He's not far behind you, though, slipping into sleep with you wrapped around him. He doesn't mind if this is as far as it goes for now, doesn't mind waiting for you to get over this mess, but he'll do just that – wait. Wait until you're ready, wait until he can tell you the truth. Not yet, though.

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[mizutenshii]

DAISIES.

— pairing ; kaneki ken x human!gn!reader

— summary ; he looks so cute with a flower crown atop his head, how can he be a monster?

— cw ; fluff fluff, pre-relationship, comfort

the breeze that traversed the streets of the city was getting kinder with every day that went by, now that spring had fallen over the country. spending your time outside was starting to become more pleasant and more and more people decided to do so. as a result, the park you decided to visit was quite lively. 

you enjoyed it, but kaneki didn't seem too pleased by the presence of that many people. you could understand why, and you appreciated the fact that he still agreed on going to the park with you.

to compromise a little, you took a spot in the sun a little distance away from the other occupants. you hoped that the scent of humans wasn't too intense this way, and on top of that you could talk more freely – let's be honest, the topics you talked about weren't for everyone to hear; they required a fair level of secrecy in order to protect the ghoul. 

so there you sat, amidst the daisies that grew scattered in the spring green grass. the male paid them no mind, keeping his gaze on the people in the distance. you wondered, what was he thinking?

actually, you didn't want to know. 

when a ghoul laid their eyes upon their natural prey, the images and urges inside their minds surely were not pretty. 

you made a face and plucked one of the tiny daisies that sprouted at her feet. yeah, it definitely took some time to get used to hanging out with a ghoul. you really had to keep yourself from thinking too much into things because it sometimes brought along very disturbing realizations and images. you shivered.

"at some point in my life i really enjoyed spending my leisure time in parks like this," kaneki suddenly spoke, tearing his eyes off the other people and turning to look at you instead. "now it just feels weird, like i don't belong here anymore." 

there was a sadness in his eyes that also laced his voice, and you could read the longing he felt. a painful longing back to his human life – one that he would never get back. the young ghoul was always hurting on the inside, but in moments like these it surfaced, presenting itself to those who cared. 

"why wouldn't you belong here?" you asked, picking another daisy, and another one. "i mean, there's a sign that asks you not to feed the birds but i don't see a humans only sign."

it was an attempt to add a mild and light-hearted joke to the heavy atmosphere that came along with the ghoul's remark, maybe even a small gesture to lift his spirit. 

the boy with hair as pale as the moon snorted, but it was only a brief moment of amusement before his expression fell glum again. 

"would a zookeeper let a lion between their zebras?" he questioned, sighing bitterly. "they don't, and it's for a reason."

"lions and zebras live together in the wild," you shrugged. "look, i really don't see a problem with you being here. you're just enjoying your time in the sun and you have all the right to do so, if you'd ask me." 

you picked another tiny white flower, connecting the stems absentmindedly as you talked to the boy next to you.

"i know," kaneki sighed, finally noticing the daisies around him and lightly touching them with his fingertips. he watched them bounce back gently when he lifted his hand again, and that was as far as his attention for the flowers went. "it just doesn't feel right anymore," he added. 

"do you want to leave?" you offered, about to drop the connected flowers in order to get up and save the boy from his internal struggles.

but a hand that – surprisingly – landed on yours stopped you from actually doing so, and you froze.

"no no, we can stay," the ghoul rushed. "i guess that for as long as you are here, i'm comfortable enough to stay. at least you kinda make me feel like i'm not completely out of place."

"o-okay," you uttered, your wide-eyed gaze on the cold hand that rested atop your own. you felt your heart skip a beat but that must've been because the sudden coldness on your skin startled you, right?

you sat down comfortably again and kaneki seemed satisfied, also appearing to be more at ease now that he got his discomfort off his chest. after shooting the ghoul one last glance, you decided that he was, indeed, okay, and reverted your attention back to the flowers in your hands.

by now you held a pretty long chain of flowers; connected daisies that together formed a flowery garland. it looked really pretty, and you were almost pleased with the outcome.

the boy with hair as pale as the moon looked up at the blue sky, clearly reminiscing about the past. you decided to let him be for a moment, to let him rearrange his thoughts and feelings. you focused on your task at hand; finishing the string of flowers to a point you deemed long enough. by the time you reached your ghoul, you rested your hand in your lap gently, careful not to damage the crown of flowers.

"i'm having thoughts, y/n," kaneki confessed, his dazed gaze now on a group of people in the distance. "i feel like a monster."

you pursed your lips, knowing very well what kaneki meant by that. but then an idea popped up in your mind, and you brought up your hands. admittedly, you made the flower crown for yourself to wear. however, you came up with a better use as the ghoul's demeanor tensed up.

beaming at him, you gently placed the flower crown atop his white locks. the ghoul simply gazed at you in awe, and you couldn't help but coo at the sight. the delicate tiara of daisies sat on top of his pale fringe daintily, and it looked adorable.

"you're not a monster, kaneki," you told him sincerely. "at least not in my eyes. look at you, you're so cute."

honestly, you had to fight the urge to squish his cheeks. although you got along very well, you still deemed it too early for such levels of affection. so you smiled widely at him instead, not paying the churning of your stomach any mind.

you were betraying humanity.

but you didn't care anymore.

a smile found its way to the ghoul's features, so small but unmistakenly there. the pain in his eyes had vanished and was now replaced with unmasked appreciation. your words held meaning, they didn't come from just someone. kaneki believed you.

he belonged. he was valid. he was no monster.

mizutenshii — 29.O9.2O23 — masterlist

at least in your eyes. and that was what mattered.

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[dr4kenlvr]

"𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

mikey sano x fem!reader - angst/hurt/comfort (1.2k+)

request: hihi! I love your writing it's so nice I was wondering if you could do a drabble for bonten!mikey x fem reader where they're already together and the reader comforts her poor boyfriend because he's having a rough night because he's remembering all his friends and family he lost and is thinking how useless he is

a/n/cw: ok hear me out.. i made him your fiancé because IT JUST FITS RIGHT MIKEY DESERVES TO BE HAPPY !! i gotta say, this piece is quite angsty, but trust me when i say reader will always be there for mikey <3 cw: this post contains huge spoilers from the tokyo revengers manga: tenjiku arc and forward

red wine sloshes against itself in your glass, as you swivel your wrist only slightly. you watch the liquid ripple, before taking another sip with a glance at the clock.

12:18 AM, it read. with every passing minute, you waitied patiently for your fiancé to walk through the front foyer. mikey was a busy man; he worked long hours and ensured everything at work was in-order before leaving. vice versa, you made sure to keep things tidy and just-right at home; clean table tops, a warm dinner, and the scent of mikey's favourite candle wafting through the air.

with your own job taking up many hours of your day, it was sometimes tough to maintain the perfect home that mikey bought for the two of you. but as you glanced around the living room, with its pristine white chairs, lush houseplants, and welcoming fireplace—you settled with the fact that the two of you, were doing an amazing job together.

because that's how it's always been: you and mikey, together.

the shut of a door catches you from further thoughts, and the quiet steps of mikey's oxfords sound louder against the cool tile floor. you set your glass on the small table beside you with a relieved smile, before making your way to him while you adjust your silk robe.

he's in the middle of removing his jacket, then his shoes when he hears your sweet voice call for him from the kitchen just behind the wall he faces. "manjiro—welcome home, sweetie."

he rounds the corner, smiling gently with worn eyes when they land on you. he studies you; the way your robe drapes itself perfectly over the body he's grown to love so much. your hair isn't styled, instead left in its natural state. your eyes are excited to see him, but he knows you're sleepy. mikey can feel his façade halt upon seeing you.

"i'm home, darling. have you been up long?" he steps closer, indulging himself into your open arms. his body visibly crumples under your hold, and you hold back your next words. meticulously, you take notice of the way mikey clings onto you a little more tighter than usual, his fingers tense and unwilling to let go. his arms squeeze you closer into him, and he hides his face into the crook of your neck.

"manjiro? is everything okay, my love?" you mutter, craning your head to kiss the crown of his head on instinct. the silver hairs tickle your neck at the touch. he begins to rub your back in small motions, and you can hear a quiet sniffle in response. at that, you begin to worry, and gently coax mikey to face you. you knew something was wrong.

when he follows, mikey makes no attempt to loosen his grip on you. his hollowed eyes stare at you with something you don't often see in them: fear.

reading mikey like an open book was second nature to you, whether through his body language or the stories his eyes tell, you knew it all. and with the way his irises are blown with complete sadness and guilt, staring at you with so much emotion, you felt your heart crumple.

"oh manjiro," you caress his cheek, pulling him back into your body. "talk to me, please tell me what's on your mind." you prompt, always urging him to speak on his feelings. the mikey you knew had a habit of bottling it all inside. but never would you dream of letting mikey fight this battle on his own.

the comforting tone of your voice pulls at his heartstrings; your warmth spreading all over his body, your fingers treading lightly through his hair. another sniffle escapes his body, and it's then he realizes tears are dripping down onto your now-stained robe.

mikey rubs at his eyes, and a dense sigh claws its way out. "... i can't do anything right," he starts, eyes trained on your shoulder and voice barely above a whisper. if there were anyone else present, you might've not been able to hear him. "everyone i love—" he stops to focus on you, "—gets into danger, because of me." his throat clogs up as another tear runs its course down his pale skin. you wipe it away with your thumb, a gnawing feeling growing in the pit of your chest. nontheless, you nod and encourage him to continue.

"because of my life, and the things that i do, i-i put the ones i love the most in danger," mikey's tears continue to flow, his mouth creased in a sorrowful grimace as he remembers the people he's lost. and the people he might lose.

"baji," your lips tremble at the mention of his childhood friend, "my baby sister, emma. god, i'm so fucking useless! i'm never enough to protect everyone!" mikey cries, head dropping down onto your shoulder in defeat, allowing for the overwhelming emotions to rack over his body. his lungs tense and release with sorrowful sobs, making mikey feel like a little boy in your arms.

you hush him tenderly, rubbing his back in consoling circles, but you can't help the tremble of your hands. you fail to control the tears of your own that have surfaced and fallen, so you say what you truly mean from the bottom of your heart and soul: "manjiro, what you've gone through in your life is horrible, it is far too much hurt for one to handle. i know, baby, i know that it hurts," the words continue to spill out your mouth, "but what you've gone through is not your fault, and it never will be." you sternly state, fingers still threaded in his hair.

you crane your neck to peer at him; his eyes are swollen and red, looking back at you before seeing your own tears. he reaches up to wipe at them, chewing his lip sullenly at making you cry. "these thoughts are hurting you, manjiro. i hate to see you hurt yourself like this," you sniffle, smiling hopefully from your next words: "i'll protect you."

mikey's eyes fill with another emotion at that: was it hope? or love? you'll protect him?

a small glimmer dusts his vacant eyes at the thought—for his whole life, mikey has always been the protector, not the protected.

"i'll protect you," you repeat, "from anything or anyone that makes you feel how you do right now." you lean into to peck his forehead. "and if that person is you, then i'll always be here to tell you otherwise—you're the love of my life manjiro, i am not going to leave you. not now, not ever, okay?" you kiss his head once more, and your tears have finally stilled. your assured eyes stare at him in wait.

mikey feels his heartbeat slow at your words. they seap into his brain and carry their love all the way through his blood, and into his heart. the steady pound of his chest tells him to slows his breathing, to listen to the sounds of your heart by his ear, to listen to the sounds of you. 'she's my finacée', he reminds himself. his finacée who is breathing, in the flesh,—holding, kissing, touching, loving him. 'and she'll be the one to protect me.'

mikey smiles at you for the first time that night. and you smile back.

he exhales a sigh; this time it's light and full of solace. he spares a glance at the time: 12:45 AM. standing in the middle of the night, the two of you find one another clung in a boundless embrace—holding what you each find most dear: each other.

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[brutal-nemesis]

Goretober VIII: Worming Their Way Into Your Heart

*emerges from the other end of the weekend wearing a suit covered in blood and corn kernels* do NOT go in there have a @coyotehusk goretober blurb instead

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Ingredients: parasites (in the mouth and under the skin), gore, gross wound description (i talk about pus!)

“Why do you have a worm?”

Kuro proudly held up the glass jar she was carrying so he could see the creature inside even better. “I just want to see what it’ll do to you!”

Castys shrunk back, stopped by the chain on the collar he was wearing again. “I think it’s going to make me very miserable. The end. Nothing to investigate.” 

She just laughed at that and pounced on him, pinning him down. Why did he bother, again? “I’m sure it will, but I want to know just how miserable.”

“Very.” 

“Really?” Kuro unscrewed the lid of the jar and forced his mouth open before he could attempt to close it. “Show me.” 

She dumped the fucking worm in his mouth. 

However, she was dumb enough to just cover it so he couldn’t spit it out, which didn’t stop him from biting down and-agh it was wriggling he hated hated hated the feeling of it squirming around in his mouth why wasn’t it dead yet he’d-

“The funny thing about this kind of worm is you can cut it in two and it just makes two worms. Maybe you have a breeding pair in your mouth now. We’ll have to see if they multiply.” Castys’s eyes went wide at that. She-she’d been expecting him to do that so that he’d increase the number of-or maybe she was lying, he wasn’t sure worms even worked like that, being able to reproduce with themselves, but he didn’t really know anything about worms, just that there were two in his mouth and they were wiggling all over and he didn’t want to swallow them but he knew he was going to have to or things would get worse somehow she might stitch his mouth shut again and he really really hated the feeling of them squirming, rubbing against his tongue and wrapping around his teeth and tickling the inside of his cheeks and he couldn’t take it-

He swallowed.

His entire body shuddered reflexively, as if that could erase what he’d just done. “Good boy, Castys,” Kuro praised, getting off him. “Don’t you dare try to throw them up. I’ll just make you eat them again.” Castys glared at her as he sat up, his mouth still tingling with the ghosts of the stupid worms which were hopefully just going to die in his stomach.

“Can I have some fucking water?”

“You know what, yes. You need to stay healthy and alive for your new friends.”

So he got water, he got food, and no more torture, so the days (well, what he assumed were days) flew by sort of peacefully. Just as he’d started hoping that the worms were dead after all, he started to feel sick. It started out as a fever, then itching on his left leg, the sight of something wiggling under his skin, and soon he started to get awful, painful blisters on his lower leg. The itch faded, leaving behind an excruciating burning feeling, so intense it was nearly maddening.

Soon enough, worms started to emerge from the blisters.

All Castys did was touch one of them, try to pull the damn thing out, and moments later he found himself on the stupid table again, strapped down tight. Kuro poked at his leg, her every touch only inflaming his wounds more. He’d glanced down at his leg a few times, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. The blisters were red and angry, the hair around them matted with blood and pus, each one crowned with a little white worm wiggling its way out. The process was slow, and dying didn’t speed it up. In fact, if anything, it seemed to make things worse, the skin around the blisters gaining a weird yellow hue, barely visible around the thick crusts of dried pus surrounding them.

Even when the worms were finally gone, every moment was agony, and death didn’t change a thing.

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#i wrote something #castys #kuro #goretober 2023 #parasites #gore #immortal whumpee #yargh im tired #friend's wedding was good but im glad its over #i looked very slay in my tux tho it was the gender of the year #the very conservative catholics were giving me some looks but what are they gonna do #but i had to be in pictures for both the groomsmen AND bridesmaids it was rude #but the photographer loved me even though she kept getting my name wrong 😔 #anyway have some Worms #i looked it up and some worms can in fact have The Sex with their other half if they're cut in two #it was sorta based off the guinea worm but it's just an unspecified parasitic worm #so that way i can do what i want

[introverted-imagineer]

Only Fools Build Bridges

Part 13

Warnings: Death, Violence, Battle, Smutty themes

'RUN SAXON’

It was as if time stopped. Fresh, sticky, thick red blood coated the soles of my feet, and for the first time in a while, it wasn’t my blood. The Queen stood straight-faced, her thick cloak and demeanor hiding the fact that she was truly taking much shallower, quicker breaths than she led on. The newly crowned ‘King Coward’ had a look to kill. Godwin stood brazenly, but inside, his stomach was probably churning as he seemed to gulp down whatever contents had just arisen from his throat. The walls were not only collapsing around England but around its leaders themselves. My stature was limp, my body aching, my head spinning, only able to hear the sound of my heart beating and the raging ringing that pierced my eardrums. But the fact remained the same, I had to run. 

The world around me flooded back to an astounding relativity of time. The sound of clanging metals, screeching against one another as its handlers fought for dominance against one another. The barbarous grunts of Vikings echoed across the bridge as they simultaneously protruded a threatening thump as they smashed weapon to shield. The desperate gasp of men around me as they slowly perspired, desperately gasping for a miracle as arrows were plunged deep into their flesh. Godwin, Queen Emma and King Edmund almost snapping their own necks at the speed which they directed their gaze from the horrors ahead, instead, to me. It’s amazing, how the human body can be so defiled, bruised, and battered in ways that were nothing short of excruciating, but with enough adrenaline, and a little hope, all that anguish could be cast aside in an instant. 

The crisp cool air swept against my salved legs, a gentle sting piercing each bit of open flesh as I turned my back to the battle unravelling in-front of me, facing the wind head on, it took all the willpower I had left to move one foot in front of the other. I could hear footsteps scuttling behind me as I slipped down the stone stairwell, hissing at the feeling of gravel grating my already frail skin. Landing on my bottom, I gripped the walls beside me in an attempt to gather the strength to pull my body from the ground. In a panic, I whipped my head around to find the boy King right behind me, sword in hand. This was definitely it. This was the end, death had been a constant companion these past few months, but now he was coming to claim me. Involuntarily, I swiped my palms from the stone wall, bringing them around my torso to comfort myself from my inevitable end. The rough thrust of a sword came crashing down on my shoulder, but instead of entering my flesh, it only collided on the surface. ‘MOVE’ King Edmund screamed as my weight naturally thrust in the direction which the hilt of his sword had pushed me. The King ran forward, continuing down the stairs as men trailed on his lead, heading toward the battle. 

‘Y/N’ Godwin’s voice, exasperated yet sullen, piercingly seethed from the upstairs turret. But as men continued to obediently follow their King to the Viking front, his aggravated cries were drowned out by the sound of footsteps of men flailing down the stairs. I thrust my weight forward, crawling on all fours, busting my knees against the ground with only the thin cloth of my skirt, which was already ripped in places, providing any protection. I rounded the stairs, crawling along the thin inner baileys of the castle, crawling towards the next closest tower to hide within the interiors of the castle. As I crawled toward the side castle doors, stones began to pound the ground next to me. I could hear Godwin grunting as he desperately tried to stop my movements. It was necessary for a strong warrior to harbour skills in armed combat, harness every power within oneself to control ones fine motor skills in order to perfect the gruesome job of killing. If you couldn’t harness all that, then like Godwin, you were placed in advisory roles. The wooden door was slightly ajar as the wind causes it to bang against the stone walls. Ajar, closed, ajar closed. As I got closer, I gently lifted my sore arm, my shoulder piercing and throbbing, desperately warning me against such action. The door slightly ajar, as it went to bang shut against its frame, instead it collided with the palm of my hand, allowing me to crawl inside and slam the door behind me. The pelting of stones continuing to bolt against the outside of the door. 

While I was familiar with the main grounds of the castle, the unfamiliarity of the small room around me caught me by surprise. It was barren, lifeless, dusty. But the throne that sat in the centre of the room as well as the half filled wine decanter showed evidence that this room was very much still occupied. 

I took a moment to breath. The adrenaline running through my body confirmed my suspicion, that somehow, I was still very much alive. The ringing in my eardrums began to ascend. Clutching the armrest of the chair next to me, using my good arm, I managed to pull my frail body from the ground. The pain and stinging from my legs was now concentrated in my shoulder where the hilt smash of a sword had previously occurred. Limply trudging across the room to the small table that sat behind the throne, I picked up the wine decanter, not bothering to use the goblets, I chugged every last drop of the odorous, likely expensive contents. Leaning my bodyweight on the table, the sound of high-pitched screams echoed from down the corridor. I turned to the back of the room, trudging aimlessly toward the thick velvet red curtains that lay by the stain glass window that allowed a clouded sunlight to only just lighten the room. The doors burst open as the sound of crying women entered the room, followed by the sound of sturdy cobbled shoes striding against the wooden floor. I hitched my breath in my throat as the Footsteps strode toward the curtain, only to have them stop as someone plonked themselves on the throne. ‘Let us pray’ Queen Emma’s soft, yet sturdy voice commanded across the small room. The sound of women's voices shakily begun to mutter prayers to themselves. Some reciting ones from the bible, others praying for mercy. 

Behind the curtain, through a small crack of broken glass, I put my eye up to the window, peeping through the little hole to see what horrors had taken place outside. Ships had almost magically appeared within the harbour, the yelling of soldiers and Vikings as they bloodthirstily swung their weapons at one another. But there was an eerie undetectable sound. An insatiably loud creaking. 

Without any warning, the bridge between the mainland and the main gate of the castle came crashing down beneath. The women inside screamed at the sound of the loud bang, piercing their senses, however I stared in disbelief. 

Prayers became more speedily recited, I could almost hear the Queens fingernails digging into the wooden armrests of the throne which she sat. It seemed like hours we sat there, myself still safely concealed behind the velvet curtain. A grey swept cloudy sky turned to nightfall. 

The sound of footsteps echoed from outside the room, thunderous, prosperous, confident. The interior doors to the room flung open as that familiar barbarian language filled the room. Women screamed, myself and Emma staying still. ‘YOU HAVE FOUND THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND. I DEMAND TO SEE CANUTE’ she announced as she fiercely stood from her seat. ‘Would you settle for me?’ An almost cheeky voice exclaimed. ‘Olaf’ was all she replied before the footsteps trudged forward, escorting the Queen and the women from the room. Most of the Vikings left, but a few stayed. 

Hours it seemed passed as the Vikings sat on the ground, relishing in the moment of relaxation. Even the fiercest needed a break. I stood there, behind that velvet curtain, my body leaning against the stone wall behind me, threatening to give out as my already weak legs became sorer and sorer.  I still couldn’t understand the language perfectly, but I could pick up a few words from the conversation around me. ‘Defeat’ ‘Captured’ ‘King Coward…’. The shallow discussions were suddenly interrupted by the doors flying open, and Canute’s all too familiar voice protruding across the room. ‘Out’ he commanded. The men instantly reacted, getting up from their spots of the ground and exiting the room. As the last pair of footsteps left the room, the King muttered something to the person, the word ‘Mathilda’ could be heard at the end of his sentence, followed by a brotherly slap on the back, which Vikings so often greeted one another with. Canute strode towards the centre of the room, sitting upon the same throne which had Queen Emma on it hours ago. Another set of heavy footsteps wearily followed the King into the room. ‘Come Harald’ the King commanded. My breath hitched in my throat at the sound of his name. 

The doors closed gently as the two men conversed. While I couldn’t understand entirely, the tone of the men's voices indicated the gravity and seriousness of the conversation unfolding. The discussion and vocabulary was complex, nothing like I’d heard before. But only one sentence unfolded that I could understand, it came from Canute addressing Harald. ‘What if I could make you King of Norway?’ The discussion turned to arguing as the pair conversed with one another intently. Harald’s sudden silence indicated that he wasn’t expecting to hear whatever Canute had told him, nor did he likely want to hear it. Canute, satisfied with the outcome of the conversation rose from the throne and strode toward the door to leave. But his footsteps stopped, he let out a chuckle, but then he spoke in a language I could understand. ‘You can come out now…Saxon’. The doors slammed shut as the King retreated from the room. Stood still, still in shock, my consciousness was brought back by that familiar voice. Confronting, deep, yet somehow soothing. ‘Saxon?’ He said. Gently I pulled the curtain to the side slowly, revealing my presence after hours of standing. He was covered in blood, his under-eyes seemed dark, yet his face shone in the moonlight that cast upon his face. Without thought, I limped towards his tall frame, arms reaching out for him. His tall statue bent down as he held his arms out to catch my weak frame. My chest collided with his rock hard armour, and my feet were swept from the ground as I nuzzled my face into his neck. His strong arm wrapped around my waist as his other arm reached up, and his large hand rested on the back of my head, stroking my hair. He smelled of sweat, blood, seawater and mud. I didn’t care though, and as much as I wanted to dismiss the feelings, his embrace brought comfort to me. At that moment, I felt safe.

Our stomachs pressed against one another, my breasts pressed tightly against his, his beard felt rugged against the side of my face. Something about it felt comfortable, yet nerve wracking. As our chests rose and fell against one another, his arm seemed to get tighter around my waist as we stayed in the tight embrace. I could feel the hairs on his body stand to attention as my hot breath danced on the skin of his neck. I didn’t want to pull away, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to either. Wetting my lips with my tongue, I accidentally licked his neck, a slight moan emitting from his mouth as his body seemed to stiffen. ‘I’m sorry’ I choked out, before the tears ran involuntarily from my eyes. ‘Shhh Shh Shh’ he comforted, stroking my hair with more vigour. I almost gasped as his weight shifted, and my feet returned to the floor. I couldn’t look at him, so I kept my eyes cast down to the ground. His warm hands suddenly cupped my face, I wanted to push them away, but I couldn’t. He simply leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. I leaned my forehead right into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. I could feel his arms gently reach around his back, unwrapping my limp wrists from his torso. ‘Go prepare a room Saxon’ he whispered before he trudged away from the room without as much as a glance, leaving me standing there. 

What the fuck.

#vikings x reader #vikings valhalla #vikings imagine #vikings #harald x reader #harald sigurdsson

[highpri3stess]

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Also mikey is a bitch. Izana is just as bad and anyone who says other is one: not based. And two: WRONG. That mf put her in the icu and the way he talk about women is so gross like

“Yeah, he’s so adamant about protecting women.” Izana said dryly. Why does he need to care about other women who were probably asking for it? It wasn’t his business. “It annoys the hell out of me. I can understand protecting my sister but what does other women have to do with me?”

Kisaki was right to call him a freak (never thought I'd be agreeing with Steve urkel)

And I was right about everyone in toman/tenjiku (I expected from them bc they are MEANCES IN CANON) but like, rindou ('swiper, no swiping!" Looking ass and ran are surprisingly nice??? Like they had enough decency to show up with flowers and everything (and the fact that they genuinely felt bad. It just gave me hope which is sad bc THE BAR IS AT THE FLOOR and yet people are praising them for it) and bajitrio getting takeout and baji gossiping. Taking the twitch of the finger meaning that she liked the joke. My heart 😭💔💔 (NVM. IM A FUCKING HYPOCRITE). And Mitsuya literally calling them out?? (HES THE ONLY GOOD ONE. I LOVE BAJI BUT MITSUUA SHOULD HAVE BEEN CROWNED NO.1 BOYFRIEND)

And hanma should shut up. That's why he has no friends BAR kisaki. Jack skeleton Looking ass.

"He didn’t want to feel this. To hear his own thoughts curse at him, call him horrible names like ‘woman beater’ and ‘heartless’. He hated that even his own head turned against him once again, triggering something so evil and vile in his heart that made him want to see someone bleed out."

WOMP WOMP

He had tried to fight it. The violent nature inside him. He tried to squash it with anything -meditating, drugs, giving into his depraved sexual urges. All that and still, one singular thing could ruin everything he had built.

GO TO THERAPY

He felt bad. She spent lonely nights by the looks of it, wishing you would wake up. He had never seen her look so tired or worn out before and he hated seeing her so stressed over something so … irrelevant.

BOY IF YOU DONT SHUT YOUR BITCH ASS UP-

Even when he was painstakingly mean to you, you tried so hard to apologize. It made it harder for him, being jealous of your ability to warm hearts faster than him. He wanted nothing more but to make you cry and hurt like him until you’re no longer kind anymore. Anything that would block out that brightness from you.

[So you bullied her, bc you hated that she was nice and you projected your dead mama on her 💀💀💀 the cope is so bad it's laughable]

Naw cause the fact that even Kisaki had something to say about Izana 😭 like, it is that BAD. The two brothers are complicit in the crimes against reader 😭

AND HE SHOULD GO TO THERAPY YES! Like why is Mikey projecting so hard n her instead of just sorting his feelings out? Like that's a grown man behaving like that.

I live for nice bajifuyu concepts. Mitsuya has my heart in his hands, because I know for a fact he won't just keep quiet while s woman is being disrespected

#💭 new message from: blue 💙 #thank you so much for reading! #monsters ♡

[gbveryspecialguests]

[Pat would find a note on her desk in horrorland, but instead of stuff that would lead into surreal nightmarish fever dreams- only wholesome stuff will be found!]

[The card itself was one you could buy at horrorland near one of the non-chiller gift shops with the cover of said card saying, "You're one cool person!" with an image of a horror stuck in a giant block of ice- there was also some glitter on the card but not the good kind...no, this was the kind where the SECOND you touch it, boom, prepare to have glitter-hands for a whole month now-]

Anyways! The content inside the card goes as follows:

"Der Pat,

I know this is out of the blue but I just wanted 2 say I <3 you sm!

Out of allll of the humans I've met you are easily top 1

Youre kind, cool, and always works so hard for others

So I want 2 repay that by helping you out more too! Dishes? I'll make them spotless. Cooking? You'll never feel hungry again when I'm around!

Doesn't matter where you are or wat the job is I'm gonna help you no matter what :DD

Oh! And did you know it's now scick sciencific a FACT that you are the coolest person ever? (And not just because the card said so)

I did interviews with people 2 prove it so here's my research:

Karlotz: Yeah, Pat is really cool !!!! <-(They didn't say it like that to warrant the exclamation marks but I'm sure they wouldve!)

Random Guy: Uh yeah, sure, Pat is cool. Can I have some room service now? (It was law that only ppl who knew your coolness cud have room service for the day B) )

Werewolf pup: (So they didn't say anything but when I showed one a picture of u they started sniffing it a lot so I assumed that meant they liked you)

So yeah! Keep staying cool like the horror on the card hehe

-Love Keith"

.....grammar mistakes aside it was a pretty good card- and at the bottom of the words was a tinnyyy picture of Pat with a small crown on her head and some sick shades, all done in only the best stick man style]

Heh...

Keith, you always have a wonderful heart... Even though it's mashed with your other organs.

This also reminds me when -

- I left everyone...

Ever since my boss offered me a choice, I didn't know what to do.

I didn't know what to feel.

I didn't know what to say...

Even my goodbyes are interrupted by my tears.. Unlike everyone there... Back home... They all smiled, waved, cheered, cried.. But I didn't say anything else...

Ah... When I come visit for Christmas soon...

I'll thank everyone for everything.

#goosebumps #horrorland #goosebumps horrorland #art #goosebumps fanart #fanart #oc #pat #digital art #Patrica Jackson #Good memories #But the same life #Even though she is far #She still feels near to all of us #She's always part of this family.

[thranduilswifesblog]

Tales of the Heart

Genre : fanfiction, fluff, angst, slow burn, romance

The previous chapter

Chapter 8 : girl in my dream

Words : 758 words

Thranduil awoke from his slumber, his side aching from the fact that he had fallen asleep on the table.

Made me promise I'd try

To find my way back in this life.

I hope there is a way

To give me a sign you're OK.

Reminds me again it's worth it all

So I can go on.

familiar singing, from a familiar voice sounded....

Thranduil got up from his desk, and put his face close to the window.

All of my memories keep you near.

In silent moments imagine you here.

All of my memories keep you near.

Your silent whispers, silent tears.

The singing voice became clearer. Thranduil rushed out of his room and ran to the sound of the singing.

Thranduil enters the forest, the path he takes is the path he walked in his dream. He looked around, the forest was not dark, it was very bright instead. Illuminated by stars and fireflies.

Thranduil went deeper and deeper into the forest, until he entered an area that he was very familiar with. The place he used to go with Verena. The place in his dream, the place where the mysterious girl danced.

And Thranduil's eyes fixed on something in front of him. Exactly in that place, Thranduil and Verena used to spend their time sitting while eating fruits, it was also in that place where the girl in his dream danced, and it was also in that place now that Thranduil saw the girl again spinning, her beautiful white dress floating in the air, her golden hair fluttering, and her beautiful face shone under the moonlight.

Thranduil was stunned by the girl's face, he approached the girl slowly "excuse me" He called softly

The girl was surprised and stopped dancing "Oh Dear! Am I disturbing you?" She asked

"Sorry, have we met? Who are you? And why are you dancing in the middle of the night like this?"

She smiled "I used to live in Greenwood, and I used to play here with my friends, so I let go of my longing after not coming home for so long" she replied

Thranduil's eyes widened "VERENA!?" he said, shocked

"How do you know my name?"

"You don't remember me?" Thranduil asked

Verena was silent for a while, then she widened her eyes in shock after realizing who was the person in front of her "THRANDUIL?!"

Thranduil nodded "yes! It's me!"

They both laugh, Thranduil runs and hugs Verena tightly, he picks her up and spins her "I thought I would never see you again!" they both laughed very loudly, and made several trees that were sleeping, woke up

"Quite!" Verena warned

Thranduil pulled her down on the ground "how was your life in lindon?" Thranduil asked

"It's beautiful" Verena replied

"Why choose to return?"

"Let's just say I miss my house" Verena replied

They both chuckled.

Thranduil stared intently at Verena's face, he couldn't control his happiness and smiled broadly as he looked at her

"What?!" Verena said, irritated

"No. It's just, I hope this isn't a dream".

"Oh... Let's make sure" Verena slapped Thranduil hard on the cheek, leaving a red handprint

"Aww!" Thranduil winced "why did you do that?!" he said shocked

"To convince you that none of this is a dream!" Verena replied "are you awake now?!"

Thranduil shakes his head "you never change"

"Really? But I'm getting old"

"And beautiful" Thranduil answered, curtly

Verena widened her eyes, she patted Thranduil hard on the shoulder "I didn't expect the Crown Prince to quibble already" She stood up and walked away

"Where are you going?!"

"I'm going back to the lodge, I'm tired and want to sleep" Verena shouted

Thranduil got up and chased him "I'll take you. Thranduil took Verena's hand and wrapped it around his own.

They walked, occasionally looking at each other and smiling.

.

.

.

"Fine, I'll go inside and sleep, you go" Verena said

Thranduil nodded like a fool "see you tomorrow"

Verena raised her eyebrows "see you tomorrow? How can you be sure I'll still be here tomorrow morning?" She teases

"Then I'll make sure guards guard all the gates so you don't leave again"

"Isn't that coercion?" Verena said, smiling coquettishly

"I don't know" Thranduil shrugged his shoulders "good night" Thranduil suddenly kissed Verena on the cheek and ran away "meet me tomorrow at the training ground, I will train with Feren" He shouted while waving his hand

"THRANDUIL! THAT WAS MY FIRST KISS!! I WILL KILL YOU!" Verena yelled

"You can do it tomorrow" Thranduil ran and laughed

@lady-of-imladris @queenmeriadoc @jordie-is-definitely-sane @jordie-your-local-halfling @sotwk @estel-elrondion

#thranduil #fanfiction #the hobbit #the lord of the rings #tolkien

[ejzah]

In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 16

“Daddy, who was that?” Caleb asked as Deeks walked back into the kitchen. Honestly, Deeks was surprised he hadn’t come to investigate. The reason became clear a second later when he noticed Caleb had taken his dishwashing duties very seriously.

“It was Kensi,” Deeks answered, coming up behind Caleb, and kissing the crown of his head. “Having fun?” He nudged a plastic cup full of water, precariously balanced on the ledge between the two sink basins.

Caleb’s eyes shifted impishly as he filled up a mason jar, but otherwise ignored Deeks’ comment. “Oh, are you guys going on another date?”

“And how would you feel if we were?”

Instead of answering immediately, Caleb pondered his question for a few seconds, hands drifting aimlessly in the water.

“Happy,” he decided. “Because it makes you happy and it makes Miss Blye happy. I can tell because you smile and laugh a lot more when you’re together.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “And then maybe if you take her to a really nice restaurant and buy flowers, she’ll let you kiss her.”

“Oh really?” Grabbing him around the waist, Deeks flung Caleb over his shoulder, heedless of his wet, soapy hands clutching at his shirt. “Sometimes I think you know too much for your own good,” Deeks said, mercilessly tickling the bottom edge of his ribs.

“Daaad!” Caleb protested, even as he giggled, and flailed, clutching at Deeks’ shirt. “Put me down.”

Relenting, Deeks flipped him back on his feet, and smoothed his hair back into place. Or as much as his curls would be tamed.

“So is Miss Blye your girlfriend now?” Caleb asked with his trademark tenacity, and Deeks sighed internally. Sinking to a crouch, he tugged Caleb onto his knee.

“I don’t know, kiddo,” he told him honestly. “It’s complicated.”

“Like with you and mom?”

Way to break his heart.

“No, not like me and mom.” He was aware of Caleb’s unwavering gaze, his little face serious. “There’s nothing wrong between me and Kensi. In fact, I’m really happy that I know her and she’s in our lives.” Caleb’s eyes widened hopefully, and Deeks quickly added, “but…we’re still figuring things out.”

Despite what he’d told Sam Hanna just hours ago, he wasn’t prepared to reveal his feelings to the world at large. Or Caleb, who was likely already concocting fantastic versions of the future in his head.

“That’s confusing,” Caleb said with a frown, and Deeks chuckled.he quickly stifled it when Caleb’s mouth narrowed in a glare.

“I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that everybody this kind of stuff confusing.”

“But you do like her.”

That was the understatement of the millennium, but he tempered his enthusiasm.

“Yes, I like Kensi very much,” Deeks confirmed, which transformed Caleb’s frown into a brilliant, toothy grin almost instantly. “Alright, are we good now?”

Caleb nodded, and Deeks kissed his head, squeezing him tightly.

“Sweet. Now you find something for us to watch, and I’ll finish these dishes.”

***

Kensi stalked into St. Bridget’s the next morning with a purpose. She’d arrived before most of the staff, including the secretary. Which is exactly what she’d hoped for; enough of her personal business had been through the rumor mill recently.

She cut through the office, and stopped outside Sam Hanna’s office, giving a perfunctory knock before she stepped inside without waiting for a invite.

Sam looked up, unsurprised to find her there.

“Morning Kensi, what can I do for you? If it’s Jason’s mom again—”

“Actually, I heard you called Caleb Deeks’ dad in for a meeting. I didn’t realize there were any issues,” she said.

“I think we both know I didn’t meet with Marty Deeks to talk about his son,” Sam said. “I called him in to address the rumors that have been circulating for the last several week and came to a head this weekend.”

A small part of her was grateful that he didn’t try to conceal the truth from her. The other part though, was just as furious as when Deeks told her.

“Sam, I’ve never known you to be one to listen to gossip.”

“I do when it has the potential to hurt someone I care about. Or this school,” he replied calmly. “And I see that potential in Marty Deeks.” Kensi made an outraged sound, but her forestalled her with a raised hand before she could speak. “I’ve never known you to take risks like this before him.”

“I went to a gala with him, Sam, we didn’t elope to Vegas and get married by someone from Star Trek,” Kensi responded acidly. “Do you plan on interceding every time I show interest in a man?”

“Only when he’s as smooth talking as this one. “Remember, I promised your dad I’d look out for you.”

Kensi rolled her eyes at the age-old issue.

“I’m not 16 anymore, and who I decide to date is not your business. I can take care of myself.” She paused and drew herself up a little taller, even as she tried to appeal to Sam’s more reasonable side. “Listen, I’ll be discreet for the rest of the school year, but I will not stop seeing Deeks. I care about him, and no one, including you, gets to have a say in that.”

Sam regarded her with a grim expression for several long moments. She knew all his intimidation tactics from years of experience, so she didn’t react. Eventually, he smirked, chuckling softly to himself.

“What?”

“He said something similar.” Sam gestured to Kensi, and explained, “About caring about you. Apparently you two are on the same page.”

Even though she already knew as much, the confirmation sent a soft wave of pleasure through her.

“Good. Now stay out of my personal life,” she said turned to leave and Sam called after her, secure in the knowledge that they were alone,

“Then stop making out on your front porch!”

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A/N: I hope you’re still enjoying this story. I really want to focus on the relationships, and diving into Kensi and Deeks’ lives.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #Sam #Caleb Deeks #fluff #in miss blye’s class #part 16 #au #teacher Kensi #lawyer Deeks #self-indulgent author #ejzah fanfiction

[epiphyllous]

periscope (Malleus x Reader)

notes: NSFW (R18), established relationship, gn!reader (no specific genitalia), second POV “you”, reptilian genitalia for malleus*, implied switch relationship but predominantly dom!reader, sub!malleus, exploration, oral sex, facial, mild soft dom/brat dynamics *hidden penis within an opening; the words 'cock,' 'balls' and 'slit' are used for him word count: ~3k

Malleus is used to scrutiny-- it was a guarantee as the crown prince and a habit when he became a student at Night Raven College-- but even he is unused to the intensity in which you watch him as he undresses. 

It's not that he feels uncomfortable with your gaze; your eyes on him have always made him feel some type of way, be it warmth, giddiness, or pride. Having your attention is a gift, and he drinks it up until he is filled to the brim. When you look up at him, eyes gleaming with mischief or when you give him a side glance that sets his heart ablaze, all of them are welcome. This is however, the first time, he thinks that you look at him like this-- inquisitively clinical.

Or something close to it-- your gaze is still smoldering as you see his naked body despite your request to examine it. His skin prickles unfamiliarly, self-aware of the fact that you are still fully clothed, and he is bare for you to witness. 

"So you really do have it," you say in awe, "a slit. Just like a lizard." You bend down and look up at it respectfully, though the movement still makes his heart stutter.

Malleus quickly tracks how things have gotten to this point: the two of you were beginning to get heated with kisses and touches, and when you advanced to pin him on the bed, you reached down only to feel the lack of a bulge. At first, you were disappointed by assumed lack of sexual interest (a hard-on is an easily identifiable way to note arousal, he has learned), but when you pulled down his pants to take a peek as he explained…

Well, seeing is believing.  

"Yes, it seems that my fae lineage lended me to some features of that of a dragon." Malleus pauses. "...who are somewhat related to lizards, yes. Distant cousins, perhaps."

"Cool," you say, and he knows you genuinely mean it. You glance up at him. "Is it okay if I look a little closer and touch you?" When he nods, you place your free hand on his thigh to steady him and with your other, gently corralling him into spreading his legs a little further. 

Malleus tries not to visualize the fact that you are kneeling at his feet with your head near his crotch.

His thoughts are otherwise derailed when he feels your fingers trace along the slit at his groin, and he jerks unconsciously at the new sensation. "You okay?" He hears you ask, and he nods resolutely, though he feels as though he should have asked to sit down instead. 

You spread your hands on his groin. Delicately, you peel open his slit with both of your thumbs and tilt your head closer so you can see inside better. "Is your penis inside of here?" You ask in wonder, and before he can confirm, he feels your finger gently prod inside, and he jerks again when he feels your fingertip brush at the head of his hardening cock. 

"Fascinating," he hears you say to yourself. Malleus breathes out deeply through his nose as he stands himself upright again. You stay still, patiently waiting for him to steady himself, hands on his thigh. "Alright? You can stop me at any time."

"Yes," he says, swallowing. "You may proceed."

"I know this sounds weird, but we just have very different anatomies," you begin to say. He appreciates you speaking; he has always found your voice to be soothing, and that fact has not changed even now. "So this is all very new to me. You say that the entirety of your genitals drops only when you're aroused?" 

"Yes, that is correct," Malleus says, focusing on the way you rhythmically rub his thigh comfortingly. "This is how I have known it to be, though I- uh!" His hands raise instinctively to hold onto something as his legs buckle at the sudden flash of pleasure and find themselves holding onto you. It is only a hand onto your head so far, but even that makes him feel his face warm in embarrassment, especially when you look up at him with a calculating gaze. "I apologize," he says, clearing his throat. 

"Oh, no problem," you say, smiling, and he should have known by now that that smile meant you were up to no good. "You were saying something about an exception?" 

"I... was saying that it often descends even when I am n-not-" Malleus closes his eyes and breathes out quietly, restrained as you rub your fingers onto his cock again. "...Not particularly in the bedroom." 

"Malleus," he hears you say teasingly, and his cheeks prick with heat at the tone. "You're telling me you've had to hide a hard-on during school?" 

"I admit I had not meant to speak about that," he says, strained. When he feels your lips onto his groin, he jumps again slightly, looking down at you sharply even though you only return his gaze with an expression of innocence.

"Sorry, did I surprise you?" You say, "I didn't want to interrupt you, but I guess it's time to ask if I can use my mouth on you."

You look up at him as though you do not know how he feels about it. 

Your clever, quick-witted mouth is able to speak insightful truths as readily as it is able to tell humorous jokes. It can bend into a shrewd grin or a gentle-hearted smile, and Malleus thinks he, too, loves the way it flattens as you focus. And when you kiss him with that mouth of yours, it is as adroit as your hands, placing kisses just in the right angles with a tongue that matches your lips with the way it burns him up from the inside. 

It is almost embarrassing how much he does not mind your lips on him anywhere.

"Malleus? Hello, Malleus?" He hears you call out to him, and he realizes he must have been lost within his head for a moment again. Malleus sees you tilt your head at him, amused but knowing. "I can only be so patient, you know," you tell him jokingly. "So? Me? Use mouth?"

"Yes," he replies simply, and he realizes he did not give him the luxury to brace himself when he chokes out a breath as you dive into his slit and lick a long stripe upward. The tip of your tongue brushes along the underside of his hardening cock that's beginning to make itself known, and his balance does stutter then, his feet taking a step forward involuntarily before he can even try to level himself steady again.

Malleus has only done the equivalent of shoving his groin further into your face, but before he can apologize for it, he feels your hand wrap around his thighs from behind and pull him even closer. The human tongue is a strong organ, you often remind him (teasingly, flirtingly, playfully), and he is prompted again by this thought when you relentlessly press your tongue into his slit over and over again. 

Malleus has always thought of himself as a quiet man with much to say (with so few to listen until you came along, but he digresses). But with your tongue delving into a place, he has hardly thought of previously, he thinks he might become the opposite: loud, gasping, and incoherent. 

He does know at least one word though: your name.

Malleus pants, gasping in a breath when he feels your hands squeeze his thighs. He wonders if you can feel the way they tremble when he cannot remember the last time his legs have ever felt so weak. If the need to find support was present before, it is at its strongest as Malleus grasps at anything to keep him from toppling over in pleasure. His hands find refuge into your hair, clumsily brushing them away from your face, and his fingers digging into the strands and grasping desperately. He's pulling too much; he knows that even though the haze that it must sting, even just a little. You whine in protest at the treatment, not that it makes you stop, but an unintended consequence of it is that he can feel the way your voice hums-- and he feels himself spiraling. 

"Wait," Malleus manages to say, "a-a moment, please." Acquiescently, you pull away from his slit, mouth wet and lips slick from his precum, and he almost forgets what he wants to say. "May we reposition ourselves so that I am sitting? I'm afraid if we continue, I won't be able to stand any longer."

You nod in agreement, and he gets a cheeky smile from you. "So the tower can topple after all," you say, wiping your mouth with a quick hand before allowing him to help you stand up. "Would you like to sit or lay down, princess?"

It's not like him to feel so out of control for so long, but he finds that it is simply a condition of being in love and loved by you. At the nickname, he cannot help but pout-- just a bit-- even if it only feeds into the name you have given him. "Hmph, would you rather I have fallen on top of you?" He asks petulantly, and you only grin up at him, much too used to his turn of mood to be phased. 

"Maybe," you tell him, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Maybe I could have ended up as your seat instead, hm?" 

He can feel his cock twitch from inside of him, and he can feel it peeking out ever so slightly. Malleus is surprised that it has not completely emerged by now with how aroused he is-- and he is quite certain that he is very much so. You notice the same time as he does, and as you walk closer to him, your hand lightly, barely brushing over the exposed, sensitive nub, and he must hold onto your hand before you have any ideas while he is still standing. 

"Relax," you laugh. "I wasn't going to do much. But I was wondering, Malleus-- I'm surprised you can hold it inside of you while you're turned on like this." Before he can agree, you continue, "Would you be able to keep it inside a little longer?"

"Longer?" Malleus echoes, curious. He may be inexperienced with sexual intercourse, but he at least understands that, for a lack of better words, a cock is of better use when it's presently outside. "Is there any particular reason you would want it to stay there?"

"Yeah," you say simply, stepping forward carefully as you guide him until his legs hit the bed. You smile up at him until he is laying down on his back with you on top of him, and you smile from above him. "You think I can keep eating you out like this?" you ask. "I don't think I was done yet, do you?" 

.

Sucking cock, you tell him later, is fundamentally not that much different from eating someone out. The feelings that come with each of them, however, differ, and Malleus can't help but agree. With his legs caging your head, with your hands gently prying him apart, you eat him out like he is your last meal. (Neither of you hope that is the case.)

Your nose is buried inside of his slit that he vaguely remembers to be concerned that you wouldn't be able to breathe. But you are unrelenting as you lap with your tongue and use a free hand to finger him, looking for his balls that are not that far behind from emerging like his cock. There is not much holding his cock back from bursting out, for that matter, except for a feat of sheer willpower from the fact that you asked him to keep it in. 

Malleus finds that, especially at this moment, he wants to do as you say; if you ask him to jump, he'd ask how high.

The way you indulge yourself with him, focused, intense-- how could he deny your nor himself this pleasure? 

Then your mouth is off of him. 

"It's peeking out," he suddenly hears you say.

The stop is so abrupt, Malleus finds himself in a haze that he slowly wakes up from as you gently caress his legs to relax. He takes deep breaths to compose himself just to speak without gasping. He can almost feel the way you wait for him, amused by the way he struggles to find his words. 

"Do you know what I'm talking about?" You ask him, a lilt in your voice. "The head of your cock. You can't hold it in anymore?" You lick a stripe up the head and Malleus knocks his head back at the sharp pleasure that strikes him suddenly, and he chokes. He hears you laugh, and before he can even muster the thought to be peeved at your teasing, you are apologizing with kisses along his inner thigh, your hand reaching out for his to tangle your fingers with his lovingly.

This is a side of you that he has gotten to learn about, a part you have trusted to share with him. The way you love to tear him apart in a ferocious almost feral way with a pride that is befitting of a student of Night Raven College. The intensity, the deliberation in your intentions to pull him asunder is another way you love him. In your tumulus, warm, playful ocean of love, he swims and swims and swims without being afraid of drowning. 

"You've been so good for me," you say with affection in your voice. It makes him keen as much as it makes him melt from the inside out; your praise-- oh, your praise, he has never craved approval until he's tasted the sweetness of your attention. "Do you want to cum like this, Mal? Is this okay?"

"Yes," he breathes out, arching his back ever so slightly when he feels your breath ghost over his throbbing head. He covers his eyes with his arm, overcome with the sudden need to beg. (And you didn't even need to ask; in the back of his mind, he knows you are smug beyond measure.) "Please. Please let me cum." 

You could very well string him along longer (he would do nothing but follow), but mercifully, you nose at his cock and kiss his slit in response. "Don't cover your face, Mal," you say, "I need to see what makes you feel best." 

And who is he to deny your request?

Malleus holds tightly onto your hands that are holding his arms down as you suck on the head of his cock like you're running out of time. He lets out a drawn-out noise of pleasure, his cock sensitive from the attention you have given it, and he can feel the finale build inside of him quicker than ever before. He gasps out your name, and he's almost afraid he's too late to warn you. "I-I'm cumming-"

Without hesitation, you press forward relentlessly and after a moment at the peak, Malleus feels himself falling. He squeezes his eyes shut as his back arches off the bed, toes curling as his heels dig into the softness of the bed as he finishes. At the force of his ejaculation, his cock springs out from its confines and spurts out once, twice, and counting with his cum. At some point, he can feel his cock bounce off your face, and he knows for a certainty that your face is so lasciously decorated with his semen since your hand is still connected with his as a line steadily reeling him back to the present.

For a moment, there is only the sound of his rough breathing, his body limp from the release of pleasure. He feels you climb onto the bed, sitting on top of him right above where his cock twitches in the aftermath of his climax, and looks up. As though his heart has not had enough excitement for the night, his heart leaps at the sight of you smeared in white, unbothered. 

With a sly smile, you wipe a streak from your cheek and lick it from your hand. His pupils are blown wide still. 

"Good?" You ask simply, waiting for him to grasp onto your hips in another step to steady him. 

"Yes," Malleus replies, breathing out. "That was... spectacular." 

At this, you smile at him, and his heart warms with this other, gentler way in which you love him. 

"Awesome, that was good for me too," you tell him, stretching out your arms. He sees the expanse of the skin between your shirt and bottoms and thinks that you have not gotten your fair share yet. You begin to pat at your face, wincing at the realization of the amount of cum you still feel present. "I'm going to go wipe my face with something other than your bed sheets so-"

You let out a yelp of surprise when Malleus pulls you over to him, and you can only blink up in confusion when he flips you until you are under him. Before you can question a thing, Malleus bows his head to lick up a stripe of cum from your neck to the bottom of your jaw. He hears you gasp in a mix of surprise and pleasure, your hands curling around his wrist. 

"I believe it's my turn now, isn't it?" He says, nuzzling into your neck until you raise your head up to give him free access. 

"Are-Aren't you t-tired?" You stammer, breath stuttering as he kisses and licks at your neck. When he stops to loom over you with amusement, he watches carefully as your skin slowly darkens in embarrassment from the neck up. 

(He can be as ferocious with his love as you can.)

"Dearest, I am a fae," he says with a low laugh. "If it is a matter of stamina, I will have you beat on all counts." He bites into your shoulder, leaving a mark that makes you shiver, and he can already feel his excitement grow again as his fingers slip under the bands of your bottoms and feel how wet you are. 

His eyes gleam. "Are you ready?"

#twst smut #twst kink #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #im a bio major trust me #(best of both worlds starts playing) #this is the post i was talking abt

[stella-facem-ducens]

I think I don’t hate red.

my fic for zutara month day 7 “touch Starved” 

Summary: When Fire lust for Water and Water desires Fire (this is a smut fic :3)

@zutaramonth

The situation is more than bizarre, for the very first time Katara doesn’t how to feel, usually when it comes to Zuko she has two moods she is piss off with him or she is tired because of the endless chasing now under the tight bind that keep her in place, tied in a pole Katara feels something different she is curious, the cause, they way Zuko is looking at her, there are so many emotions in his eyes she can see anger, confusion and desire.

Zuko is doing the same to her, he is staring deep into Katara’s eyes, and he see the same thing instead of anger Zuko sees curiosity which makes an unfamiliar feeling burst in his chest, Zuko is accustomed to see in people’s eyes repulsion but not in hers, gradually Zuko is closing distance getting near to the waterbender, the girl who confused Zuko so much.

  “Why are you looking at me this way, why are you not disgusted by me ?” Katara could feel the heat irradiating from Zuko's chest, his hot breath near her cheek, those amber eyes looking at her, like a dragon looking at his treasure.

  “Zuko I am not sure if this is how you flirt…. what do you want me to say”?

“The prince of the fire nation is the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen, the way he masters his element is outstanding and those eyes are beautiful, they are like the sun.”

  Katara bit her tongue she absolutely didn’t want to recognize that and Zuko couldn’t stop blushing, Mai has never told him such beautiful words and this water tribe girl is boosting his ego but the feeling vanishes as he remembers the necklace inside Zuko’s pocket, a reminder this girl is not single.

  “Peasant, do you enjoy play with men? or is just with the avatar.”

“You don’t seem that kind of girl, so tell me Katara what is with you? Why is your precious fiancé not here with you?”

  “What on Earth are you talking about, what fiancé?!.”

  “Don’t lie to me peasant, I am sure you have one, after all it is your people's costume to give this kind of thing, I am not a fool.”

  Katara couldn’t believe it was her mother's necklace.

  “I am not sure what you are talking about Zuko.”

“If you remember and I am sure you do after all you raided my town.”

“I am from the south, we don't do that. The most important, why are you holding a dear memento from my dead mother!?”

“Please give it back…. I miss her every single day… please I beg you it is the only thing left I have from her.”

  The sound of Katara's sad voice, how she is at the brink of tears certainly doesn’t make Zuko happy in fact he is fighting his instinct to hold her and hug her. 

  “I lost my mother too, I guess that is what we have in common “

“So Katara let’s make a deal, you get your precious memento back, but you have to answer some of my questions.”

“You already talked about my face, what do you think about my chest where my mighty flames reside, tell me how the power inside the crown prince of the fire nation feels.”

  At first the question seems odds but the desire in zuko's eyes makes it clear what is his intention 

If they have to put a name of what is happening; is not love at first sight, this is desire at first sight and that is more than enough for the crown prince, if he wants something he is going to get, it is that simple, this waterbender is going to be his. 

dragons only have one mate, this girl is the one, Katara just need to realize her future is already decided, he is her future, and she is his

Katara can feel in the air the beating of Zuko’s heart, the heat coming from his chest. 

when ropes finally come off, she rests her head on Zuko’s chest, the fire inside him calls her.

Zuko can barely contain his lust, his body is burning in desire, his cock hard as steel, ready to please his future lady, tame her, show her pleasure no other man can replicate.  

He kisses Katara fervently, his hand slowly reaching his waterbender’s butt, the young prince is on fire he is eager to burn her, to make her lust fire to make her see they can burn everyone. he will be the flame heating her steam, a steam so hot it will burn everyone who dare to challenge them.

Katara couldn’t hold it either. She is moaning, the waves of pleasure Zuko is making her feel. how deep Zuko is pushing his tongue into Katara’s mouth, for him she tastes like heaven, like the most pristine water. 

  “You are beautiful, my raindrop" says Zuko, watching Katara moaning under his touch. 

  “Zuko, I.. I”

  Katara couldn’t form any words, not because she is basically betraying everyone; what her father taught her, he told her she must never be with another man until marriage, she must never let a fire nation get close to her and she must always harbor hate for the ashmakers those are the words her father said to her before he sailed beyond the horizon.

The real reason why she can’t form any sentences is because her body is missing Zuko’s heat, she wants to lean into his fire, feel again his hot breath, the sensation of his kisses how they felt like drinking hot tea so hot it numbs your tongue, she missed the burning hand in her butt, claiming it as his.

  “Zuko if in my life I have to regret something I want to regret this please don’t stop.”

  “Oh, dear Katara you are going to regret everything except me and what we are going to do”

  And true to his words the next thing the fire prince do is burn every claims any men may have on his treasure, the collar on Katara’s neck clearly crafted by the avatar is quickly yank away and burn, burning it near Katara so his princess can feel the flames, they are burning the gift the avatar gave her, the collar claiming Katara as the avatar ’s girl is finally burnt into ashes, the colors of the air nation doesn’t fit in his dear Katara ’s   neck

as the final dust of ash falls into the ground a sense of liberation fills Katara, she is free from a future that doesn’t longer exist, she will never be call avatar ’ s girl and with this new gain freedom katara takes the initiative she kisses Zuko hard, with her intense kiss she summons small sparks coming from inside Zuko, invading her mouth, her entire mouth is in pure ecstasy, those amber eyes now filled with lust, makes her fire prince sexier but is not enough for Katara, she needs to feel more, she needs to touch more with one hand slowly moving, too timid to do it faster she reaches Zuko ’s armor and trying her best to take it away, Zuko couldn’t feel happier and quickly succumb to his lady desire.

on the river bank the only thing dominating are the sounds of kisses, moans and heavy armor falling into the ground, the sounds of raw untamed lust, that is the perfect description. 

  “Zuko please let me touch you more… I need to feel more of you… I need to feel your hot skin against mine.”

  “You are a lewd lady but as your prince I am more than happy to fulfill your selfish desires.”

  in an instant both benders finally embrace each other, the friction between their bodies, the hands greedily moving from Katara ’s butt to her tight teasing her with his fingers, enjoying the sounds Zuko ’s little Katara makes, how the waterbender ’s legs start to fails her, how she voluntary open her legs a little to give him more access and he reciprocated by rubbing his manhood in her virtue, his rod pushing in desperately agony, he wants to go inside her so much but he is going to make her beg, a prince never beg

  “Say it Katara, you know what you want, you can barely stand under my touch.”

“You are surrendering your body, your strength to me” 

“Give your mighty dragon what he desires, you know what you have to say”

“Serve me”

  “Zuko, make me yours.”

  “You have to try harder, waterbender, don’t you remember, I am not a peasant, I am not just Zuko, you know who I am.”

  “My Prince, my dragon, I need you.”

  with eyes fills with devotion Zuko pushes deep into Katara not even caring if it hurts or not because Zuko is absolutely sure she is made for him, they are compatible in every level he will never hurt her, they are made for each other and he is not wrong the most beautiful lustful scream confirmed it, Katara inner walls fit him so right so tight, her entire body is eager to accept him, her body was made for him and only him

overwhelmed by the warring sensations, the burning, the needy emptiness, the want for friction, the intrusive stretching. He feels like a hot flaming steel rod as he finally breaches her maidenhead, sinking his length slowly inside of her, his hands shaking as they hold her hips tightly in their grasp, a groan punctuated by an exhilarated growl.

Katara was still adjusting to the sensation, her body feeling stretched and full, almost  too  full. Eased with each thrust, Zuko begins to growl rhythmically, in time with his thrusts.

Zuko struggles to keep the flames inside his chest, fire is dangerous, it is rare for a firebender to release their fire during mating, it requires a full trust in your partner's abilities.

Katara, she is different, katara lusts for his fire, she lusts for every single part of him, the proof of that is the kisses she is giving him in Zuko ’s neck, going from his chin to her chest forcing the flames inside him burst. unable to keep control and like a beast Zuko releases his fire, the sky turns red with Zuko's flames and as he breathes fire Katara keep kissing his neck

the deepest form of trust between the mate and her firebender

with each thrust Katara loses more and more the strength in her legs, not even the pole behind her can support her. 

the beast, the crown prince Zuko, he is devouring her with his dick

  “on four Katara, your prince's desire to make you feel his entire length.”

  Yes… yes… yes… My Zuko, claim me.”

  with a smile Zuko release his lady from his possessive hold, the sight of his lady quickly collapsing to the ground clearly her legs are unable to hold her, the view of her now in four, how beautiful she, with a wicked smile Zuko thrust his entire length inside her, both of them can’t keep it in, the emotions are too strong they can't keep it quiet  Katara screams Zuko name to the world to hear while he, like a dragon jet fire flames so hot they are almost white, sparks erupts from his feet burning the tiny bits of wood nearby, the water boiling, hot steam soaring, surrounding them, steam so hot anyone near it would get their lungs burn but water will never allow her mistress and her mate be hurt

  “Katara, you feel so good”

  “Burn everything, my fiery beast, let me feel your flames” an excited Katara screams in pleasure the sensation of Zuko inside her, the beauty of the flames around her, Zuko for her is the personification of the sun, her mighty sunshine.

  The words Katara said to her prince with such love, lust and desire do trick, Zuko ’s dick is pulsing in anticipation, ready to mark her as his, fills her, in a primal grunt Zuko grabs Katara waist and carefully change the position, he wants to do it in the missionary position, he wants to see her face. 

  “I am going to mark you Katara, fill you with the seed of the dynasty that will rule this world” as he is about to cum Katara grabs him by the neck and pull, kiss him, both of their bodies are shaking in pleasure, in what it can almost be described as dragon ’ s roar Zuko marks his princess, his lady, his waterbender.

like river of lava with a force only a fire bender can master Zuko cum, aiming to Katara very core, so hot and consuming, Zuko fills Katara deep inside making sure Katara ’s womb belongs to him, her walls contracting, each drop of her dragon ’s seed finds rest deep inside her, a new addicting feeling is forming inside her, she will never forget how it feels. her entire womb becoming a pool of magma. Katara wants Zuko’s cum so much, neither earth, water or air can compare to what fire is doing to her.

She loves every part of him, the flames, those yellow eyes, her body, everything about him. Katara is like the ocean, her body want to pull Zuko ’s body to the deepest part of the sea 

During their orgasm Zuko sees the beauty of love in her eyes he is not sure how long it will last but he will never forget what he saw, he saw the pure raw form of love in Katara ’s eyes.

For a moment they stay in silence, neither of them wanting to separate from each other, katara ’s core is greedily milking each drop of Zuko ’s cum and his dick is possessively refusing to go soft, she is his to fill. 

So both of them opted for the second best thing, they sit with Katara on top, still connected but the fire prince is not done, not even close he needs to consume his Katara until the last piece

“You know waterbender I haven’t punished you for kyoshi island”

before Katara could even respond or complain her prince sucks her nipple, kisses her breasts trying to kiss her heart too but he needs more, from her breast he goes up, to her neck covering her in love bites.

The moans are a blessing to Zuko’s ears like a symphony of lust and love, he will never forget how a celestial ’s symphony sounds. 

He isn’t expecting an angry Katara, did he do something wrong? The answer comes quickly, she starts kissing him passionately this time she is the one claiming him, her tongue deep inside him trying to reach the flames inside Zuko, searching eager to find that burning sensation. The sensation of their first kiss, she is looking for those sparks of lust.

she is not done she can tease too; a dark idea comes to her mind she starts grinding zuko ’s massive dick against her inner walls, he is still deep inside her and she is going to take advantage of that, she is the one this time to make Zuko scream her name.

Her mission is complete, finally from her prince’s mouth those sparks come again, the ones she is starting to love, the proof of Zuko’s deep desire for her, those flames are finally free.

  After the kiss ends, Zuko is proudly proclaiming a simple truth.

“You greedy waterbender, if I knew better, I would say you are from my kind after all your people is all about community and sharing but it appears you are eager to consume me”

“don’t worry my fire lady, I will provide you with the fire your soul desires.”

“You will find no better men in those filthy dirt-benders, you will find no better in the punny breeze-bender you called avatar, you will not find no better men on cowards from the north, no puddle-bender will be better than me.”

  After the proclamation, Zuko lie down letting Katara ride him, a perfectly opportunity for her to escape, Zuko already made his choice, he chose her, it is time for her to decide the answer comes as expected, the greedy waterbender is riding him good with each thrust she is not leaving a single inch outside, she is taking Zuko’s massive dick completely which is amazing because Zuko knows how big he is and he also knows his princess love it, the lust in Katara’s eyes are the evidence, it showed when she saw his cock the first time

Zuko is about to reach his climax and Katara knows it too, the final decision is in her hands.

Katara doesn’t stop when she hears Appa coming closer to her location, she doesn’t stop when she hears her friends calling her, she doesn’t stop when she sees the shadow of the giant bison in the horizon, at this moment everything she needs is Zuko

“I want your seed Zuko, I want all of you, I need to feel your heat inside me again, I want to feel the warm sensation in my belly, I want to feel your pulsating dick releasing your cum in me, the seed of the fire nation in me…. Please turn my womb into a pool of fire and magma, mark my insides with your cum. 

As she says this she grabs Zuko hands and place them in her hips with a final movement she push down and let the must lustful sound leave her mouth to the world to hear, she let Zuko seed remind her she is now fire nation, claimed by the crown prince whatever she like it or not her body will always remember the fire nation ’s prince claimed her, she is forever his. she let Zuko burning hands mark her hip, a red handprint, it will disappear in few days but it will a reminder of what happened today for days 

She is undeniably his and for the look in his face he is undeniably her.

  Katara ’s body is sore and with Aang near, it is obvious they can’t keep doing it, as she stand up Zuko grabs her and place a big kiss leaving a love bite in Katara lower belly and then soft tender kisses following a pattern, the fire nation ’s symbol 

  “You know Katara, this world can know peace when my nation wins, when I am fire lord the world will find and know peace.”

  Katara is sure Zuko means well, she knows her sunshine, the prince, truly believes that but for her, is Aang the hope for the world, she has to go with the avatar and stop Ozai

The look on Katara's face tells Zuko what his princess is thinking, a little angrier Zuko continues.

  “I will keep chasing the avatar and I will keep looking at you with the same eyes I am looking at you now.”

saying the last part softer, hopeful Katara feels the same, hoping she will look at him with desire too

Katara stays silent, she truly doesn’t know what to think, the groan of a flying bison reminds her she must go. 

“You should dress yourself; I will not tolerate the avatar looking at you while you are naked”  the crown prince commanding it with jealousy, Katara has no intention of letting neither Aang nor Sokka see her naked, covered in Zuko’s love marks not because she is ashamed but because she is not that kinky

Before Katara could leave, a still naked prince showing off how handsome and big he is, grabs something from his pants on the floor. It is Katara’s necklace, but the fabric is different. Instead of blue it is dark red.

Before leaving Katara does something unexpected, a kiss, a short but meaningful kiss, a kiss that feels and is a promise.

  A few hours later now with Katara on Appa, her friends get curious about her necklace.

  “Katara what happened with the collar I gave you.”

“Yeah sis, and now your old one is red… as soon we land you should totally change it to blue.”

  Katara tries to agree with her brother or be sad about Zuko burning the gift aang gave her, but she refuses to lie, for her it would be dishonorable, she won’t lie about something she doesn’t regret. 

“The collar was burnt and about changing the color” Katara makes a solemn pause this is important for her.

I think I don’t hate red.

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