#Also 🤌 It's about the intimacy 🤌

[siren-of-agony]

Immortal whumper that let's immortal whumpee run away every now and again.

They both know, sooner or later, they'll be found again.

#whump #whump prompt #immortal whumpee #Immortal whumper #🤌 It's about the constant fear 🤌 #🤌 It's about the recapture trope 🤌 #🤌 It's about the characters knowing each other so so well and them being the only constant in each other's long long lives 🤌 #🤌 It's about the horror in the comfort and the comfort in the horror 🤌 #🤌 It's about the question if running away is worth it or if the anticipation of being found again and again isn't worse than enduring #the constant torture 🤌 #Okey im done now #Actually #🤌It's about maybe feeling almost safe after like a hundred years or more only to realize that whumper has actually been waiting close by #for years for exactly that moment #Maybe even having wormed their way into whumpees social circle #To show how fake that safety always was 🤌 #Also 🤌 It's about the intimacy 🤌

[daddy-ul]

battlestation things

There was a moment!!!! (I was gonna talk abt it in a post abt night #2 but oh well)

There was a moment at last quarter of whiplash in which James went behind Lars, while Lars was standing and banging on the drums, and he was spour him on, mouth open looking at him go and synchrozining his "encouragement" sjskakakak

Rythm section, right there.

ALSO THE FEET. Basically it's his spot, after all these years. Rob puts his feet on a different place and gets a different (funny) reaction.

#soph. you know me. #battlestation action has a special space in my heart sansjsjsjs #jh and lu #the-mighty-het-speaks #ask #(d)jinn all'opera #rt and lu #pity that there isnt a riser anymore (but it makes sense why with this hellish giant tapis roulant) #bc i loved when james hopped on it behind lars and they went back to back or just standing there at his shoulders #I ALSO LOVE THAT EVEN WITH THIS MAMMOTH OF A STAGE #if there is an instrumental? they all start around lars. near each other. they did it for orion and for ktulu #it's about 🤌 intimacy 🤌

[mieczyslawsravenclaw]

Behavioral Tactics - Spencer Reid & Stiles Stilinski

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•Pairing - Spencer Reid x Reader x Stiles Stilinski

•Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!

•Summary/Prompt - Someoneʼs fantasies about having Spencer Reid & Stiles Stilinski at the same time (Why choose, right?) are about to come true, after a little bit of wine and a lot of flirting.

•Warnings/Content - piv unprotected (DONT DO THIS KIDS - AND WITH 2 DIFF DUDES JUST LET IT BE FANTASY AND BE HORNY IN YOUR BRAIN HOLES OKAY) ; A-Z all bases covered bc Iʼm one horny bish ; Reader- focused 3-some if that wasnʼt evident ; Spencer and Stiles are HOT SO JUST BE WARNED OKAY ; Mentions of alcohol, some lil bits of bondage and such thingies, SO MUCH PRAISE, petnames and such IʼM SORRY IʼM CHEESY OKAY

•Word Count - 3.5k

•Authorʼs Note(s) - Yaʼll this is just PURE self indulgence at this point, so if anyoneʼs also into it, cool cool cool - I pretty much imagine reader to be Stiles' age and they're in their mid-to-late 20's with Spence around 16 years their senior but you can imagine it however you want! // ALSO TYSM FOR ALL THE NOTES ON MY FIRST FEW WRITING BLURBS OMF YAʼLL MAKE MY DAY I SWEARRRRR

•Additional Tags - Switch!Reader but mostly Sub!Reader, Switch!Spencer, Dom!Stiles, Slightly Tipsy Wine Night Turns Into PURE FILTH, Consent AS ALWAYS Is Important, Brat!Reader fr fr, Boys Whimpering I JUST 🤌🏻

Spencer wasnʼt usually one to drink, but this was a special occasion, he says - the three of us werenʼt able to see one another often, and so a second half-empty wine glass was currently in his hand, in danger of being spilled as Stiles finishes his story and makes the older man laugh so hard his face goes red.

“You told him you would what?ˮ He crows, eyebrows raised.

“I said it once, Iʼm not saying it again.ˮ Stiles shakes his head, reaching for the wine bottle Iʼve currently got clutched to my side. “Hey, refill me, why donʼt you?ˮ

I shake my head; Iʼm feeling fuzzy and light, and enjoying the game of keep-away far too much at the moment to let it go. The idea of them having to wrestle it away from me gives me a funny feeling in my stomach, but I ignore it.

Or so Iʼd thought. Because the moment the idea crosses my mind, their eyes catch it. Micro-expressions. I knew the term well from many late-night conversations with my two close friends, as they were both FBI agents, one specifically focused on analyzing behavior. How had I expected to hide this from them? It was only a matter of time until-

“Sheʼs doing it again.ˮ

“Huh? Iʼm doing…what? Iʼm not doing anything.ˮ

“Dilated pupils,ˮ Spencer notes, as if heʼs diagnosing something clinical. “Reddened skin. Iʼd stand to wager…elevated heart rate, as well?ˮ

Getting up from their shared couch, Stiles reaches for the wine, but instead, his hand brushes my neck with a careful look in his eye. Iʼm fixated, unable to move or speak, or really even breathe, to think of it.

“Youʼre right on the money, Reid.ˮ He nods, his fingers at my pulse point. My skin is burning at the sudden intimacy.

“Whatʼre you guys going on about?ˮ

“Still playing innocent?ˮ Stiles chuckles, backing up. I let out a heavy breath, half- caught in my throat over a newly forming lump.

“I have no idea what…ˮ

“Weʼre talking about?ˮ Spencer finishes, licking his lips and leaning forward. “Oh, but I think you do. Donʼt you agree, Stiles?ˮ

Stiles nods, not even looking at him. Theyʼre both hyper-focused on me, and the attention feels both fantastic and utterly unbearable at the same time.

“Every time weʼve gotten together, the three of us,ˮ Stiles continues, reaching out a hand and beckoning me forward. They shuffle apart, making a space between the two where Iʼd fit…if I wanted. “Itʼs undeniable. The looks you give.ˮ

My heart is in my throat, eyeing the space that Spencerʼs now patting. I set the bottle aside, the game utterly forgotten.

“I-ˮ

“Did we misread?ˮ He raises an eyebrow, setting down his glass. “Iʼd thought for sure you were thinking of us all…together.ˮ

The sip of wine Iʼd been taking that turned more into a chug comes back up into my glass. I cough, pushing it away. Stiles takes it, making sure Iʼm alright before continuing Spencerʼs thought.

“Sweetheart, if weʼre making you uncomfortable-ˮ

“No, not at all.ˮ I blurt, looking back and forth between them. Spencer, with his hair slicked back and slightly disheveled, who Iʼve thought of time and time again but never had the courage to do anything about besides call out his name in my late nights alone with myself; Stiles, my best friend, my confidante…one of the most attractive men Iʼve ever known. The whirlwind of explicit mind pictures involving him goes back a long, long time. Yes, Iʼve thought about it. Dreamt of it. But for it to actually happen, to no longer just be a fantasy, was never something Iʼd anticipated.

“I told you,ˮ Spencer smirks, not at all cocky - just knowing he was right.

I flush. “You guys talk about me alot, huh?ˮ

"About us, sometimes.ˮ Stiles nods, still eyeing me and beckoning me to sit. “Look, really, if you arenʼt into the idea, Iʼll back off. Weʼll back off,ˮ He amends, a short glance to his side. “But honestly, itʼs been a long time coming, hasnʼt it? You and us.ˮ

His words are divine, luring me in. Iʼm taking his hand before my mind can catch up, and sitting in the space between them. The heat from their bodies is only a further spur into this dangerous new game weʼre playing, now.

“I think…youʼre okay with it, arenʼt you?ˮ Spencer murmurs, gentle but teasing. He brushes my hair from my neck, leaning closer.

“Youʼre drunk,ˮ I let out a nervous laugh, shivering at his touch. Stiles is mirroring him on my left, although heʼs a bit more brazen, closer to me, his lips at my ear.

“Not even close,ˮ He chuckles, breath tickling my skin. “A glass or two isnʼt nearly enough to get me drunk. How about you, Spence?ˮ

“Nope.ˮ

“Well, I-ˮ My eyes flutter shut when Stilesʼ kiss hits my neck, brain going fuzzy. Oh, my god, what?

“Are you?ˮ Spencer goads, his hand resting on my thigh. “Iʼve certainly seen you drunk off of at least twice what youʼve had tonight, and from that point of reference, Iʼm going to say youʼre more in the buzzed-to-tipsy range.ˮ

“Just say no, I mean it,ˮ Stiles pulls back, his voice a husky whisper. “Consentʼs more important, Iʼll just take care of business myself, if I gotta.ˮ

“Iʼm fairly sober,ˮ I admit, looking at him. Gods, I want to kiss him. I want to kiss them both. “And Iʼm okay with it if you are. If…you both are?ˮ

“Okay with it?ˮ Spencer laughs. I catch the edge of his grin out of the corner of my eye, unsure who to focus on.

“I want it.ˮ I swallow, ready and willing to admit to every brazen thought Iʼd ever had. The temptation is much too strong, the lull of their voices and hands and lips and eyes and… Oh, good heavens, here we fucking go.

“Thatʼs evident in your behavior,ˮ Spence teases, hand slowly inching up my leg. “Do you want to lead, or be lead?ˮ

Not one to wait on me to respond, Stiles is back at my neck, and Iʼm finding it hard to speak. Rather than attempt words at this point, I tug at Spencerʼs collar, eyes on his lips.

His gaze, heavy-lidded and lust blown, drinks in my desperation for but a moment, then heʼs kissing me - and what a feeling it is, to have their attention centered on me. All at once, distracting and overwhelming, yet I canʼt get enough. Spencer kisses like he needs air and Iʼm oxygen, devouring me to the point Iʼm almost being pushed into Stilesʼ lap.

“Hey, there,ˮ Sti chuckles, gripping me tighter the moment Spencer backs off. “My turn?ˮ

I nod, more nervous about this than even Spencer had made me. Something about Stiles has always just…gotten to me, that way. And now is certainly no exception, with him pulling me into his lap and pulling my face down to his own.

Kissing Stiles is much different than kissing Spencer; Where Spence is hungry, Stiles is almost animalistic, despite being entirely and simply human - he makes up for it in the passion he brings, deep and hot and breathy kisses that make my head spin.

“We should- uh, my room?ˮ I mumble against him, reaching for a hand from either one of them. They both take me up on it, and let me lead them up the stairs. I can feel their bemusement coming off of them in waves, sprinkled into the desire that has them so warm Iʼm already sweating in my minimal clothes.

Once the doorʼs shut behind us, and Iʼm sat on my bed, their gazes have mefeeling so indescribably small.

“So eager, sweet girl.ˮ Stiles cooes.

“Look at you, weʼve barely touched you and youʼre already squirming.ˮ Spencer smirks, slowly undoing his belt without breaking eye contact. “Think you can be patient for us?ˮ

My eyes flick between them, one locking the door while the other, taller one is approaching me; I instinctively reach for him, but Spence tuts, pushing me back.

“Guess not,ˮ He chuckles, motioning for me to move back towards the headboard. I have a sinking feeling I know exactly where heʼs going with this, and I whine in protest as Iʼm proved right - wrists pinned above my head, secured with the very belt that had just been around his hips.

“Youʼre gonna be trouble, arenʼt you?ˮ

“Of course she is,ˮ Stiles laughs, coming to sit on the bed with us. They both gaze at me, helpless as I am, with the utmost mix of adoration and desire. I had expected to feel enjoyment from this, but safety? Oh, itʼs the cherry on top of a very delicious cake.

“No, Iʼll be good - I swear."

“Of course you will, sweetheart.ˮ Spencer tips my chin up to him as he climbs on top of me. It kills me that I canʼt reach up and touch him, and with that little smirk spreading across his face, he knows. Between him leaning down to kiss me again, and the gentle but firm hands of Stiles snaking up my thighs, Iʼm breathless and pleading.

“Please, please, just-ˮ

Spencerʼs lips cut me off, and I let myself get lost in the haze of him for a moment, just a moment. My attention snaps back into focus when I feel my shorts being tugged down my thighs.

“You two…ʼtryna kill me.ˮ I moan, and I can feel Spencer smile against me.

“Actually, the likelihood of dying due to any type of sexual arousal or intercourse is fairly minimal, so youʼre likely in the clear.ˮ He quips.

“If I could roll my eyes-ˮ

“Oh, weʼll give you something to roll your eyes back for.ˮ Stilesʼ voice comes from right above my heat, and I shudder, bucking up to try to grasp any sort of friction.

“Calm down, pretty girl.ˮ Spencer chides, his hand gripping my jaw and bringing me deeper into the kiss. I sigh, giving in, and simply allow his kisses on my lips, my neck, and Stilesʼ slow and agonizing undressing of my lower half.

He lets out a low noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, once my panties are discarded. “Youʼre a fuckinʼ mess, princess. Is that all for us?ˮ

Itʼs all I can do to let out an approving whine, a not so subtle begging for something, anything to break this coil built up in my belly. My arms are starting to hurt from the amount of tugging Iʼve been doing to try to get free, but I can barely even feel it. I just need them, both of them, so badly.

“Cʼmere, get a look at her.ˮ Stiles pulls Spencer back, and he pouts a moment before focusing on me - well, the lower half of me.

“Fuck.ˮ Spencer groans, rubbing his chin with a slack-open mouth. “You werenʼt kidding. Pretty girl, youʼre wet.ˮ

“Are you gonna do anything about it?ˮ My tone is desperate, but entirely bratty. The looks I get from the pair of them tells me Iʼm gonna pay for that.

“We could just leave you there and take care of ourselves.ˮ Spencer snaps back, but I can see in his eyes thatʼs the last thing he wants. I donʼt have to be a profiler to know how badly he wants to be inside me right now.

“Or we could do it together,ˮ Stiles adds, watching my reaction. “Oh, you would like that a little too much, though, wouldnʼt you? Does that get you off, sweet girl?ˮ

I nod. “Okay, Iʼll behave, just please, touch me or something?ˮ

“Sheʼs so pretty when sheʼs desperate for us, isnʼt she?ˮ Stiles smirks, leaning over me tauntingly. One hand traces lightly over my thigh, ever so gently. Spencer sits right on the other side of me, his grasp a bit more firm, a lot closer to where Iwant them to be.

“Aw, I think she deserves at least a little something.ˮ Spencer cooes, bringing his free hand to his mouth. I watch in awe as he sticks his fingers in and brings them out with a pop, so sure of himself as he brings them to my folds. Gentle but swift, he inserts one, then two fingers, once he hears the noise of relief I let out.

“S-Spence-ˮ

“There you go, beautiful. Just needed someone to touch you, huh?ˮ

The long, practiced fingers of Spencer Reid send my mind into a tailspin; Unable to think of anything other than the sheer pleasure and joy of knowing this is actually happening, I canʼt bring myself to feel any sort of self-consciousness - I only know the sweet nothings they whisper, and once Iʼve hit my limit and cried out for Spencer, how they trade off and now itʼs Stilesʼ turn to learn my body.

Somehow, though his touch is different, itʼs equally as pleasant, from the tugs he makes against my sweet spot to the thumb rubbing circles against my throbbing clit. Only when Iʼve came for him, as well, does Spencer gently push him aside, positioning himself between my folds with a hungry groan.

Stiles climbs up to kiss me, and Spencerʼs kiss…is somewhere else entirely. Iʼm mewling against the lips that suck on mine, bucking up despite myself into Spencerʼs face. He takes it well, only gripping my thighs harder and pressing his tongue deeper into my core. I can feel myself leaking onto his chin, and like a man starved, he eats with a deepseated hunger and noises that make my stomach twist. Mumbles and groans of ‘you taste so goodʼ push me over the edge once, twice, I lose count.

When itʼs time for the expected switching, Iʼm aching to feel something more, and it seems Spencer can sense this; while he climbs up to kiss me, he also sets to releasing my binds.

“Wanna know a little secret of mine?ˮ He whispers, voice low in my ear. “Iʼd like to see you take a little bit of your control back…just a bit.ˮ

The release I give into Stilesʼ mouth as I kiss Spencer, now that Iʼm free to do whatever I please with my hands, is monumental. Iʼm tearing at Spenceʼs clothes, and he responds with pulling my shirt over my head, his mouth latching onto my breasts. I cry out, more than ready for everything this will give me. It doesnʼt take long for the three of us to get undressed, heat of the moment as it is.

“Please-please-ˮ

“Thereʼs no need to whine, love.ˮ Spencer murmurs, tracing down a pattern from my lips to my chest. “What do you need? Use your words.ˮ

“Someone needs to be inside me, and now.ˮ

This earns a chuckle from the both of them.

“Are we flipping a coin?ˮ Stiles quips, sidling up behind me as Spence rolls off to my front.

“Statistically speaking, it is the most-mmm-ˮ His voice lilts as I reach for him, eyes fluttering when I stroke. “Now thatʼs not…fair.ˮ

Stiles reaches over across my hip, circling my clit. “Behave, princess.ˮ

I rut back against him, earning a low moan.

“Someone. Either. Both?ˮ

“Now that sounds difficult to…position-ˮ Spence grunts.

Stiles takes the opportunity of my distraction to shift me a bit, pressing his tip to my folds. One rut forward and heʼs swiftly entered, making my hand and voice stutter against Spence. “Good girl,ˮ Stiles cooes, brushing my hair off of my neck and kissing at it as he works to find a pace inside me. “Good girl.ˮ

I whine - really, thereʼs no other word for it - and do my best to continue pleasuring Spencer, but the overstimulation of it all makes my brain go numb. Heʼs helpful, though, fucking up into my hand and echoing Stilesʼ praises with gentle and passionate kisses to my lips, my chest, my jaw. When Sti rolls me over, pulling out and climbing onto me before getting back to it, Spencer backs up and eyes us with utterly delicious lust, his hand pumping slow and hard against himself.

The noises filling my room are lewd, downright nasty, but the feelings are just so good, I canʼt bring myself to feel anything but disgusting pleasure from it all. Have we been here for hours now? Days? It feels like itʼs been forever and yet no time at all. The scratches Iʼve left down Stilesʼ back wonʼt be going anywhere for likely just as long. When the beautiful man wants to use my mouth, Iʼm ready and willing, and take his load without blinking. I doubt Iʼll ever get over the sight of him letting go and howling my name, either.

“There you go…did sʼgood for me.ˮ He praises, wiping the stray trail from my lips as he backs up, a sweet kiss to my cheek as well. “Spence?ˮ

“Only if sheʼs up for it,ˮ Spencer approaches slowly, eyeing me carefully. “How about it, pretty girl?ˮ

I nod fervently, and he likely would have laughed if he wasnʼt so overtaken. I reach out to pull him onto me, but he lifts me up and mumbles something about it ‘being my turn to be on topʼ. Hesitantly, I adjust myself until Iʼm hovering over him. Something about those eyes on me has my heart thudding so hard Iʼd almost think heʼd hear it; The noise that rips from me when I sit down onto him is almost criminal.

“Youʼre in control,ˮ He tells me, hands on my hips as but a guide to rock me back and forth. “Do what you will with me.ˮ

I set to making a pace with him, and to my enjoyment, Spencer is a whimperer when I do it just right. “You feel… fuck, you feel so good on me, baby. Better than I ever imagined, my mind canʼt even do you justice, and thatʼs… saying something, oh my god-ˮ

“Sweet talker,ˮ I coo, grinding against him just to get more of those wonderful whimpers. “Youʼre gonna make me… Spence-ˮ

“Please, cum all over me, youʼve earned it, havenʼt you? Been so fucking good for me.ˮ

“I-I need-ˮ The words wonʼt escape, so I simply show him, bringing his hands to my breasts and motioning, pull.

Heʼs a diligent submissive for the moment, doing as I ask. And the waves crash over me and out of me and onto him with such intensity I almost lose vision. More, I want more, and Iʼm begging for it so much that he canʼt say no, rubbing a pattern on my pounding clit until Iʼm seeing stars.

“Doing okay, baby?ˮ

“I could take you two…all night.ˮ I moan. The energy to do so may put me in a coma, but…

“I wanna cum in you,ˮ He grips my chin, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. “Can I? Is that okay?ˮ

"Yes, so very okay.ˮ

As Spencer chases his high, heʼs sloppier and thrusting up into me with the loudest noises of the night from him, and again I lose count of the edges he sends me over; A sweet melody, him calling out to me as he topples over his edge and comes down, both of us running down the space where we meet. I collapse onto his chest, and he strokes my hair, soft and sweet praises and kisses a stark contrast to the dirty things weʼd all done together tonight.

A strange noise rips from the edge of the bed, and we turn to look and see Stiles, completely passed out and snoring.

“Is he…?ˮ

“He is.ˮ

We laugh, careful not to wake the poor boy as Spencer gets to work cleaning me up. Once heʼs done so, I tug Stiles up into bed with us, relishing in them holding me on either side.

“Mmmm…sleepy.ˮ He groans, snuggling into me. “That was fuckinʼ something.ˮ

“Very much something.ˮ Spencer agrees, smirking on the other side of me.

“Something we should do again sometime?ˮ

“Yes!ˮ Stiles whines. “Just…lemme sleep more first, and Iʼm ready…tʼgo…ˮ

Spencer and I laugh again, and itʼs clearly a unanimous decision - this will happen again. And thank the gods, because I certainly havenʼt gotten enough of them just yet.

#stiles stilinski smut #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #stiles stilinski x reader

[oldshrewsburyian]

Hi! I just finished reading Gaudy Night, which I bought a while ago after seeing you talk about it. (Thank you so much for spreading the word btw!! I shall now be proselytizing to anyone who will listen.) I absolutely loved it. The mystery was great, the writing was 🤌, but the romance!!! Phew! So nuanced! So refreshing! But I'd love to hear your take on the dog collar thing. What was up with that?? Do you know if it was supposed to be as spicy as it seemed to my 2024 eye?

Hello, Anon, I am so delighted! The Gaudy Night proselytizing spreads!

The dog collar! As spicy as it appears to you? perhaps not. More confidently I would say: probably not spicy in precisely the same way it appears close to a century later. I think that the most significant way it advances intimacy is as the first thing Harriet allows Peter to give her, as he cannot resist pointing out. Because Harriet and Peter (my beloveds) are also terrible at talking directly about their feelings, it also allows them to do that. It allows Harriet a dispassionate (!) experience of Peter's physicality and her own, and I think that matters. And because -- again, I cannot overstate this -- they are terrible at talking directly about their feelings, it allows them to experiment with the vocabulary of claiming ("I have taken your collar away to have my name put on") in a context far removed from their scrupulous intellectual discussions about obligation, desire, and the counterpoint.

#messes!!!!! #gaudy night #peter and harriet

[otomiyaa]

Quality Time

Wriothesley x Lyney

A/N: Don't ask me when I came up with this. At the cinema when I was bored during a movie. Also if you enjoy this pair, click this, I recently commissioned this art and it's just 🤌 amazing! You won't be disappointed!

Summary: Not explicit but very suggestive - Lyney came to Wriothesley with a mission: to seduce him and make up for some lost time of intimacy. Too bad the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide is too busy to play...

Wriothesley stared, pinched his own cheek and shook his head. Hmm.

"Am I dreaming? Am I imagining things? Was my afternoon tea poisoned?" he wondered out loud in quite the dramatic way.

But there was a reason to be dramatic, and theatric. There in his chair, in his office at the the Fortress of Meropide, sat is boyfriend. Away from daylight and away from the spotlight of the theather, Lyney appeared to have made himself comfortable in a pretty unique manner.

He was lounging in the Duke's chair, hands secured behind his back with Wriothesley's very own handcuffs, but not looking like he was in any trouble. In fact, he looked rather comfortable and smirked playfully as Wriothesley took in the remarkable sight.

"You're not dreaming, Sir. You're not imagining things either, although I do hope those fantasies of yours are somewhat similar to this." He winked. "And no, I think your precious tea was perfectly fine. Hi, Wrio. How's your day?"

Lyney stretched his legs and crossed them at his ankles, looking way too comfortable.

"What are you doing here? Did you... cuff yourself?" Wriothesley asked, walking closer and reaching out for his hands, but Lyney turned away and flashed him the cutest and flirtiest little grin.

"I came to play, obviously. You don't come to me, so I come to you. Simple." He shook his hips seductively to make his point. Woah.

He came to play. He came to seduce him, to be naughty, convince him to take time off work while indulging in pleasure, the little minx he was. Wriothesley smirked. That was also what he loved about him.

Still... He sighed and gazed at the time. In just 15 minutes if not less, Neuvillette was going to be here for an appointment. There was barely any room for some sweet quality time. He clicked his tongue. The timing of Lyney's moment of mischief couldn't be worse.

"What, don't like what you see? I'm all yours~" Lyney licked his lips and writhed in Wriothesley's seat, displaying how helplessly tied he was. Thank the Seven he was still properly dressed. But yes. Of course he liked it.

Wriothesley was shamefully aware that it had been exactly 13 days since the last time they were intimate. All because work just sometimes took too much of his time and energy. He had hardly been home, and Lyney didn't exactly have an empty schedule either.

"Lyney..." He was burning with temptation and desire to just devour Lyney right then and there. But... 15 minutes had become 14 minutes already. Just 14 minutes until his appointment with Neuvillette. Still, was he going to tell Lyney 'no' in his pretty face when he was being this naughty, confident and playful, and make him leave in shame?

"I'm not going anywhere you know~" Lyney sang. The little brat. Wriothesley rolled his eyes fondly and grabbed his arm. He should really throw him out, but he couldn't.

"Is that right?" he asked, lifting Lyney off the chair with ease, and he sat down and pulled him down on his lap.

...He was not going to take the bait, but it wouldn't hurt to play a little at least. Well, maybe in a different way than Lyney intended. Lyney immediately arched his back and leaned against him in a flirty and sexy way, allowing Wriothesley to kiss his neck and ear from behind. Lyney really thought they were going to get all hot and steamy here, while in fact...

"HWAhhah?" Lyney let out a cute squeaky giggle and jolted when Wriothesley had made a claw of his hand and wiggled his fingers big and wide on his tiny and vulnerable tummy.

"What's wrong?" Wriothesley hummed seductively in his ear, and he wiggled his fingers some more, now adding another hand which he positioned at his hip. He squeezed his hipbone and enjoyed a little too much how he jerked in his lap.

"W-whahahat are you d-doihihing?" Lyney whined, squirming on top of him when Wriothesley used his two big hands to tickle him with.

"You wanted to play, didn't you?" he mumbled, taking Lyney's earlobe in between his teeth and nibbling and suckling on it. Suddenly when it wasn't meant in a sexy way but just to tickle him, Lyney wasn't being the flirty beast from earlier. No moan or sigh came from his lips. He was giggling his head off, and Wriothesley was enjoying every second of it.

"Nohoho not like thihihis! W-Wrio-ahahaha!" Lyney struggled and squirmed, but his hands that were stuck behind his back were becoming quite the disadvantage.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lyney? Are the handcuffs in your way? What happened to your magic?"

Wriothesley was a little mean to ask these things when Lyney had long lost the ability to speak. He lay helplessly in Wriothesley's lap and squealed as the Duke had lost every little bit of control and wrecked his cheeky boyfriend with all ten fingers.

"AHAha- wheheheeh Wria-hahahah! Naha-ehehe!" Lyney laughed and squealed breathlessly, and Wriothesley eyed the clock on his desk again. Still 10 more minutes, so he was going to enjoy tickling Lyney for every single one of them. And he really did.

He recalled how easily ticklish his sides were. The kitty-like mewl sounds he would make when he merely touched his thighs without even the intention to tickle them. And even in this position, he could wriggle his fingers under his arms and make him shriek by tickling those deliciously sensitive armpits.

"Pleh-plehehease Wriotheslehehey!" Lyney bucked on top of him when Wriothesley had at last moved to playing his ribs like an instrument.

He clawed and wiggled his fingers around, digging in and scratching occasionally, enjoying the kind of music it made. By kicking his legs, Lyney made quite the dance moves to go with his sweet melodious laughter, and Wriothesley couldn't help but smile as he admired the performance.

"Thank you, Lyney. I really appreciate that you came to play," he mumbled in his ear, then kissed and blew on his neck to tickle him there too. Lyney cried out and shook his head hysterically.

"You're so-aahahahaha!" Wriothesley was so 'ahaha', he knew that of course. Smirking, he continued the playful assault. Surely Lyney didn't know this was only because they only had very few minutes of private time left. Not enough for the fastest quickie, no, Wriothesley would want it to take forever. However the more he tickled Lyney, the more he started to regret this particular decision as well.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Wriothesley asked, trying to tease him while he started to suffer at the realization that he had to send Lyney out of his office really soon. He wished he could keep on tickling him like this minutes longer, hours even and - .... click.

His heart sank at the sound of the door downstairs. Then slow, quiet yet reconizable footsteps could be heard, coming up the stairs.

"Wriothesley? I am here."

Neuvillette. His fingers on Lyney's body froze, and he held his breath.

"W-Wrio? Who's...?" Why Lyney was so surprised he was expecting a visitor, he had no idea. However, Neuvillette was two minutes early, and Wriothesley had lost track of time after all.

He hastily looked at Lyney, all blushy and breathless in his lap, and considered what he should do. It was no secret to Neuvillette that they were a couple, but they always kept work and private matters separated like professionals.

He would also feel bad if he were to get caught like this, since it was the request of his own that Neuvillette, busy as always, should come down here for their meeting.

Now that he was already here, it was also too late to send Lyney away, so...

#genshin impact #2partfics #wrioney #tickling #tickle fic #wriothesley #lyney #otomiya!writes #lee!lyney #ler!wriothesley #lee!wriothesley #ler!lyney

[creedslove]

WE CAN'T 💔 - PART TWO

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: things aren't great between you and Javier after you refused going out with him, but you two are just too stubborn to admit your feelings

(This is the second part of the WE CAN'T 💔 drabble)

• PART ONE

Warnings: angst, a tiny bit of fluff, Javier is a dick

A/N: guess what, I rewatched the McPickle scene and got jealous again 😀🤌

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Waking up the next morning to a cold empty bed, knowing that if you hadn't refused Javier's invitation, you would probably be waking up in his bed, or having his weight and warmth next to you; if maybe you hadn't felt so disgusted by Javier's clear acquaintance of those hookers, you would be lying next to him. It was a bittersweet feeling, on one hand, that was definitely a deal breaker for you, it made you uncomfortable to know he was just so regular for those girls he had certain intimacies such as knowing their real name, and not only that, they liked him, they giggled and blushed when he was around, whenever some of them were arrested for whatever reason, they'd always ask for Javi and of course, he would be nothing but sweet to them.

You could handle it if it was in the past, if you knew you could overlook that behavior, ignore the jokes around the office and give him a new chance, but the problem was mainly because Javier didn't simply want that; he was more comfortable in his evils ways, shielding himself from any commitments, running away from relationships and feelings, never wanting to settle down and allow himself to feel things, to him, the deepest connection he engaged was one where he didn't have to face any rejections nor personal attachments; he paid, he fucked, he came and he sent home. When he dared break the cycle he found himself so comfortable in it, he got rejected by you, so he vowed himself he wouldn't give you or anyone another try. He was fine just the way he was, not even knowing what came to him in order to make him have that awful idea of asking you out. He just didn't have the patience to go through it all over again, first dates, getting to know each other, flirting, and all of the ritual before he could actually sleep with the person, so he would stick to Helena, Gabriella, Vanessa and all the girls who loved pleasing him.

He wasn't sure how he would act once he faced you at work, he decided not to worry about that, burying his face into Vanessa's neck while she moved her hips against his, his cock throbbing at the feel of her tight pussy. He closed his eyes and fought hard the urge of pretending you were in his lap, he didn't want to, you'd refused him, he didn't want to even think of you, all it mattered at that moment was his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

•••

However, facing Javier in the office wasn't as bad as you thought it could be, just as you would never know he was also anxious about it. You were worried Javier would treat you like shit, would be rude or mean, and he worried you would spread what happened through the office, telling everyone you refused him, because of his ways. And yet, neither of you did what the other feared. Things were a little tense, Javi kept a lot to himself, not talking to you unless it was necessary, but when he did, he was soft and polite. The flirting and compliments were missing, but you would survive that. You liked Javier, a lot. But you two were incompatible and nothing could change that.

So days turned into weeks that passed by really fast and before you could even realize things, your birthday was right around the corner; in the meantime a lot had happened: you and Javi drifted away from each other, Connie had left Steve and the chaos in Colombia continued draining the three of you in a spiral of violence and depression, but once in a while, you felt the need of shaking things up and having fun, and because of that, you decided to throw yourself a small birthday party. There would be a cake, booze and some friends from work. Steve had already confirmed, being totally lost without his wife, not knowing if she'd broken things up with him or not; some other friends from work also said yes, but there was one missing: Javier Peña.

When you walked to his desk, he was on the phone, mumbling and chuckling, you could hear the name Gabi. You fought all the desire you had of rolling your eyes and walking away from him, but the moment he noticed your presence, he ended the call and turned his attention to you.

"Hey, Javi… my birthday is coming up next week, I'll have a small gathering at my place and I'd like you to come.. you don't have to bring me any presents, though"

He was quite surprised at the invitation, nodding and telling you he'd be there.

You were so excited about your party, getting ready and dressing up so nicely for it. People didn't take long to arrive, Steve was the first, of course, being the upstairs neighbor, he got to your apartment to help you up with everything. You chatted about many things, Connie, Peña, and work, and you realized Steve was actually pretty nice. Not that you didn't know that, but you often only paid attention to Javier, he was the only one you wanted to see.

As the party went on, you couldn't help but stare at the door every now and then, wondering what time Javi would be there. You were kind of excited to see him, perhaps you missed him, or perhaps you wanted him to see you, desire you and realize what he'd been missing because of his inability to seek cheap comfort.

But just as you waited through the whole party, Javier never came. As people began saying their goodbyes and leaving, you realized he probably didn't even have any intentions of showing up in the first place. He was such a dick, you couldn't even believe you even thought you could be friends with him.

Steve could tell you were disappointed and he knew exactly the reason why, better saying the reason who, you were disappointed in the first place, so he decided to stick around some more, helping you clean up and gather the empty liquor bottles.

As you were dragging one garbage bag full of them through the hallway, Javier walked in. His arms were locked tight around Gabriella's waist and you stopped dead in your tracks as you stared at them. The hooker swallowed looking at the two of you and feeling the tension in the air. Javier licked his lips and remained silent. He didn't know what to do, should he wish you a happy birthday or should he pretend he'd forgotten about it. Your heart was shattered, even if you didn't know if he did that to get back at you for declining his date or if he just did it out of cruelty, but it didn't really matter, at the end of the day, it just showed you you mattered less than a hooker to a man who claimed to have feelings for you, a man who claimed to at least care about you as a friend.

Steve walked towards you and held your face between his hands, learning forward and kissing your lips. His hand stroked your cheek, at the same time his warm lips were against yours, you didn't expect that kiss to feel so good, just as you didn't expect him kissing you at all.

As he broke the kiss, he smiled at you softly

"Good night, Y/N" he said gently and turned to Javier "night Javi" he said as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just kissed the woman Javier had feelings for but was too much of a coward to stop hurting her. Steve went home feeling glad; Javier deserved to see you with another man after breaking your heart just as you deserved some affection, even if Steve didn't love you, he cares about you enough to try and give you a special moment in your birthday, something Javier didn't even try doing it.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal imagine #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fanfic #javier peña imagine #javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena x y/n #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fanfic #javier pena imagine

[smoosey]

you often rec fics, do you have any codywan fics that you consider hidden gems/underappreciated?

Oh!! Immediately, I think of germinate by @alderaani, and its companion piece mycorrhiza. They're short (less than 2k together), but they explore loss and grief and connection so perfectly, so powerfully, in that short space. They're about love in war, they're about things that endure!! I have so much love for these little fics, and I can't recommend them enough!

I also thought of A Figurative Sense by @elwenyere. Intimacy and eroticism unmatched tbh. I know this author's longfic is extremely popular, but listen to me. Read this one. It's only 1200 words, but 🤌 it's like good chocolate. Let it sit, let it melt on your tongue a little bit. It's absolutely beautiful from start to finish. The last line takes me out every time.

Tbh I really appreciate this ask! I think it's easy for beautiful little oneshots to get buried over time on AO3, and it’s no one’s fault, but I do think it’s a shame sometimes! These fics seem so skillfully and lovingly crafted, and are such a delight to read, and I'm glad you gave me a chance to ramble about them.

Anyone else with recs, please feel free to reblog with additions!! ❤️

#thanks nonny!! #fic rec #codywan #i am embarrassed to say i did not comment on these fics when I first read them #i did not want to 💀 bother the writers 💀 #i did not really Understand #it wasn't until i started posting my own writing that i began to realize #how it feels for someone to connect with you over art you've made #especially since writing is so often lonely #i have been trying to go back and comment on fics i remember enjoying but #alderaani and elwenyere if you see this – i loved these ❤️ #ask

[thewritingginger]

;) Alphabet - Ran Haitani

Lets start the week with some wink wonk HCs ;)

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Letters: H, A, I, T, N Warnings: 18+, Talks of sex (obvi)

Enjoy ~

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

Ran keeps himself groomed when he has a partner

When he is single his grooming can slip a bit in ranking

Ran isn’t very hairy in general

Besides pubic hair, he doesn’t grow much more than fuzz on his chest and the sparsest trail of a few hairs from his groin to his navel —so he usually just shaves those off when he’s grooming

If he does grow any chest hairs I feel he’d shave those off too but that's not often

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

Ran likes to lay back and hold his partner or just lay with each other if they don't feel like cuddling or being touched

He might lay on his side and talk to you about anything; the sex you had or what you want to have for dinner, etc 

He may even joke around a bit with that lazy smile of his as he runs his finger tips up and down your sides or through your hair

I also can see he being quite playful from time to time and may take the opportunity of you being so relaxed and naked to tickle you, especially if you’re joking around

Overall aftercare with Ran is really chill and comforting in a playful way

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

Depends on the mood of the night

Most of the time sex is just fun and shouldn’t be too serious

If one of you hit your head or knock teeth he’ll let out a little laugh and kiss you w/o it breaking the mood

Lazy love making is his jam *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻

Taking his time on his partner

But the most important thing is if you’re both enjoying it

So he can be romantic but it’s all about what the two of you want in the moment 

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

Yes & Yes

Ran is a pretty chill partner tbh

If you like using toys or want to try any, he’s down

He’s down you use them on his partner and have them used on him

Likes restraining his partner from time to time and edge them w/ a vibrator

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

Not that it’s a turn off or anything but Ran doesn’t seem like he’d be too into BDSM

He can get behind holding their wrists down/ restraining them with his hands or tie

But overall he doesn’t really need a bunch of bells and whistles to have fun during sex

He’d do it if his partner wants him to

Overall being in control and partaking in major BDSM has just never been a big fantasy for him / something that he needs to do to enjoy himself

I hope I’m doing Ran’s character justice, what do you think?

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated :)

💛 ~

~ Masterlist ~

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers ran haitani #tokyorev ran haitani #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyorev headcanons #ran haitani headcanons #x reader #x gn!reader #*nsfw #*nsfw alphabet

[zingaplanet]

About your pinned post, what's your opinion on Fedal and Prosenna?

Y'all are watering my asks and indulging my ranting habits, i love it ❤️🤌

Well, now that is an interesting relationship comparison! And I say that not because I think they are both opposite versions of each other, it's a bit more as if they're alternate versions of how each other could've been, if that makes sense?

I think this is the case with many rivalry relationships as well, especially one that managed to reach the intensity level of federer-nadal and prost-senna (where they battled each other almost over decades still at the very top level of the sports). I do think with rivalries, there's always a kind of mad obsession that naturally comes with them, you have to, I reckon, otherwise you wouldn't be able to maintain that drive. The difference is the way you choose to deal with that level of intensity, and (because competition is the most soul-baring form of bonding there is) relationship intimacy with another person. It isn't easy because it could be suffocating.

Senna might be the most obvious target here. He was, undeniably, obsessed with Prost (if not at least with beating him). But I think Prost was equally obsessed in some way! Otherwise he wouldn't have been sucked into the narrative and mind games for that long. And unfortunately, I think they dealt with it (Senna, at the very least) with the only way they knew how, by maintaining a distance so as not to combust when they clash too close with each other. Prost talked a lot about trying to make friends with Senna in the beginning (inviting him to his home, to lunch, etc) but was completely ignored as Senna told his friends that he was 'scared to be friends with Prost' because he viewed him as his ultimate rival.

I think this was very understandable. Senna obviously couldn't imagine the dual intensity of being close to someone he already designated as an ultimate chasing target in life, a benchmark of his own identity in a way. But that also kinda only left one avenue for them to channel this emotional intensity and any string strung too tight will always break eventually. Maybe this was also why their rivalry was very intense and problematic, even by the treshold of high-level sports. Let's be honest, at its peak it was one of the nastiest history has seen.

When Prost retired, not only did Senna, I imagine, lost his sense of identity and purpose in racing (which he himself said), I think they also lost a way to channel this intensity. Imagine the one thing that plagued every second of your life (to beat him, to best him, to defeat his records) suddenly being taken away, and the jarring gap it must've left. That's maybe why Senna begged Prost to come back almost every week since he retired and why their personal relationship started getting better after, as sans the other avenue, this could be the only way to channel that level of intensity.

I don't really believe in soulmates but I do think some people are meant to meet in life. And a bond that intense, where you can use the phrase mad for each other quite literally, needed to be channelled in one way or another, albeit unfortunately Prost and Senna couldn't make the right choice in time.

The sad thing was I don't think Senna ever imagined the possibility of them being in that duality of friends and rivals while they were still active (Prost might've, but it wouldn't have worked in itself). There's no one to blame in this regard, it could just be the difficulty and stigma around high-level male dominated sports in this period. I actually genuinely believe if Senna were to make it, they would've been close (Prost said so himself) because there's no way one can simply sever an emotional bond that intense without finding an alternative. It truly is one of the saddest tragedies and what-ifs in sports.

Which is probably why the Federer-Nadal dynamic is very rare and quite strange in a way. They seem to get the memo early on that it was somehow possible to channel this bond not just through intense (and ferocious) rivalry but also through a deeper personal connection such as friendship. I found this fascinating as it seemed to appear out of nowhere, both of them didn't really have an example to follow. They themselves saw the nastiness of the Sampras-Agassi rivalry right before their era and tennis locker room in the 2000s wasn't exactly a welcoming space for any newcomers, the tour was quite hostile.

Federer, however, initiated the friendly nature of their acquintances even before their rivalry began. Maybe it was something just akin to his nature, but it wouldn't have worked (just as Prost's attempt didn't) if Nadal hadn't reciprocated, especially as their rivaly grew more and more intense.

I truly believed that this early dynamic that they've put themselves into (and in a way trapped themselves in) kinda dictated the way the rest of their rivalry went and why it never truly went nasty. It's about a very delicate balance between professional drive and personal relationships. They've had some mishaps and some miscommunications along the way, of course, but perhaps it's what helped them to not let themselves be consumed by the sport as well. Tennis wasn't their whole life, it's a big part of their lives, sure, but Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal still exist outside of the sport. They have families, children, other dreams and ambitions etc., and both didn't hesitate when asked if they could imagine life after tennis.

So I think it's not that their bond was less intense in a way, they simply found ways to diffuse them better through a strong (sometimes negative as well) competitive relationship balanced out by an equally strong, positive personal relationship. Yet, it doesn't mean that the loss of one doesn't affect the other. Hence when the rivalry ended (with Federer's retirement), Nadal said a part of him left as well, and has been struggling with his form ever since. Similar to Prost and Senna though, we do see their personal relationship growing stronger after the retirement, again as if to compensate the sudden loss of emotional bond.

It's fascinating to me, this level of interconnectedness in both of relationships, of almost existing for the identity of one, and the need to be two in order to be whole. I talk about this emotional intensity as if it was something alien and abstract but I do believe that what lies underneath is a very strong, perhaps almost intimate, level of respect even in the nastiest forms of rivalry. In a way, it almost resembles a sense of belonging, knowing that the other is the only one that truly understands what it means to be you, or in simple words, to live what you have lived, to be on the losing side of your best wins, and to live their best days alongside the worst moments of your life.

Some rivalries aren't so lucky to have as happy an ending as others. But I do think nonetheless, that finding your complete equal, one that gives you purpose, dreams, and the thoughtless will to get up everyday, to make all of it matters because they matter and so you must too, is already a gift in itself, right?

#the longest one i've ever done #really i think the duality of how rivalries can develop is fascinating #federer nadal in a way are the most ideal outcome of how a bond this intense can be managed #but i truly understand how difficult it was #fedal #prosenna #tennis #formula 1 #f1 #f1 rpf #classic f1 #ayrton senna #alain prost #rivalry #op #long posts #sports

[mirdance]

Here to scream and also request body worship for Astarion... The conflict of being treasured versus the disgust of intimacy versus sheer confusion that anyone could love a thing like him versus Horny 🤌

Yes! This is one reason why I find Astarion so relatable. Next week I should be signing my divorce papers. While it wasn't 200 years of pure shit, it was about 12 years. I was a teen to 30 years old with this man, and now I'm going to be free! The internal conflict he has with being treasured vs the disgust of intimacy is something I am familiar with. I'd love to be intimate with people, but my trauma response is to push them away. I think Astarion is very similar in this regard.

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As far as the prompt goes, would you like for Tav/Reader to be the one worshiping or the one that is worshiped? 👁️ My brain can go either way lmao.

#astarion

[writingsbychlo]

What about soft sex with Mattheo Riddle? I truly feel like he would be so down for naked intimacy and praise.

Imagine, it's during the golden hour, both of you are kind of exhausted, you are alone in your room and just start to slowly undress and take each other in soft looks, soft gazes, soft kisses that turns into slow make outs with slow movements, his mouth kinda stays open throughout his kisses and your noses rubs against each other cheeks.

Maybe you had a bad day, maybe he had one, you both praise each other during it and don't rush into it. His eyes are only on you watching you in the warm golden light, kissing you everywhere, kissing you where you're insecure, kissing your breasts that maybe their size sometimes worries you since you compare yourself with other girls, kissing you between your legs, kissing the apex of your thighs where maybe once you were insecure about it since every girl is different, but he makes all of your insecurities heal and disappear. He made you love parts of yourself that you were once unsure about because of some past experiences. He loves you unconditionally and shows it to you with his actions, words and gestures. He truly makes you feel like a work of art, because you are one.

At the same time, you are also praising him and reassuring him. Showing him that his scars don't make him ugly, he doesn't need to hide them, that he can be as loud as he can, that he can be himself, he can make noises without you judging him or thinking he's less than something, that he's beautiful, that he's good and doing good, that he's loved and can fully express what he feels like without any judgement. ❤️

Anyway that's kind of my headcanon :)

Selenophile, lover of the moon ✨🌌🌙

Ps: I still don't know what I wrote...

PSs: I'm 19, don't worry about it 😅

this… this is perfection. this is 😘🤌🏻. cherries on top gobble that up delicious. it’s top tier. I am so glad I learned how to read for this alone

[tadpolesonalgae]

do you read a lot of fanfics on here? I'm curious to know what writers or stories you like or do you have a recs blog?

Honestly not as much as I used to 😕

There are still other writers that I look forward to seeing them post, but again, I kind of wish I had more time to just browse and nose at other people’s work :/

That being said…

Any of @azrielhours ‘s fics I will inhale instantly. I’m totally retreading old ground here but she writes intimacy and tenderness so painfully well—it astonishes me every time and always gets me to relax so a lot of affection is being sent her way 🧡��

@whisperingmidnights — again, anything she posts I love getting to read. I think she articulates emotion with extraordinary clarity, and the details and descriptions she includes in her fics just make whichever scene she’s creating so effortlessly easy to visualise!

@leafsandstarlight oh my gosh do not even get me started on her vampire!eris—so yummy and scrumptious 🧡💛 we’ve chatted a little about him and her writing for him is just 🤌

(She’s also written a few things for Helion too, if anyone’s after some extra High Lord of Day content 🧡💛)

I’ve recently started reading @c-e-d-dreamer ‘s Nessian fics too because I adore her writing style, it genuinely feels like I’m getting to read more acotar content which is amazing to be able to do 🫠 I started with When We Howl, The Moon Will Cower, witch (get it?) is in progress at the moment, but is so good and has an interesting premise!!

I also recently read @honeybeefae ‘s dark!az x Rhys’ sister!reader (which features the use of a love potion so of course I was going to read it) as well as @bubbles-for-all-of-us ‘s exile—which I adored. It was the perfect slice of sadness to start the day with and charmingly written, too 🧡💛

#anons <3 #fics

[thekinkyleopard]

Hot For Teacher

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Fic-Series

Part 5

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

SNZ FET, Smut, Contagion

Author’s Notes: So I have a confession….I forgot HFT…I KNOW I KNOW IM SORRY! I got so lost in my side projects I forgot my baby 🥺 This is why I shouldn’t be held responsible for a fic series. The ADHD in me gets off track for a bit but I’m HERE NOW….so please enjoy. As always @aller-geez owns Remi and did the amazing cover art 🤌🏻 this was also a special request for Geezie 🤭

Description: Inspo drawn for this chapter from…vVv…with a twist.

Spring break was over. It was, interesting too. He had FaceTimed a certain black haired student almost every single day since, well…the first time they did….what they did. Levi was in terribly dangerous territory. If one may notice the words, first time, were used, because many many more of those instances of intimacy occurred. Treading very deep and hot water. However, they didn’t meet up, as much as it burned in them not to. As much as they wanted it. Levi said they had to keep everything sexual, through the phone, for now. It would keep them the safest that way.

Speaking of, His phone suddenly went off as he was slowly getting himself dressed for the first day back to class. The chime of his ringtone quickly echoed the room, without much coordination he stumbled across the space to grab it and quickly answer it before he had much time to check who it was.

“Hello?” He answered with a rushed tone to his voice as he fumbled to get his phone comfortably against his head, hands struggling to button up his shirt.

“Lebi?” He heard a soft sniffle on the other end followed with the very hoarse, and wet clear of a throat. The professor looked down quickly to see who it actually was, and it was Remi calling him. He felt a tinge of surprise.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked cautiously, never having heard the man sound so worse for wear in their time of knowing each other.

“No…I’b nod…I caughd a cold…I can’d cobe in do cladd…” another harsh, congested snuffle could be heard from the other end of the line. Levi’s eyebrows furrowed inwardly and he shook his head.

“Well, are you taking care of yourself? Is there someone there to help you get better?” Unconcerned about the student’s absence and just wanting to make sure he had what he needed to heal. Remi let out a breathless, sarcastic laugh before he answered.

“Nobe…I can barely ged oud of bed…” he whimpered softly, feeling terrible for himself. Mostly terrible he was going to miss the first day back with his favorite Professor.

“Alright well, I guess I’m going to have to bring you here, and take care of you,” the educator spoke certainly nodding his head though it couldn’t be seen by the other.

“Whad aboud cladd??” Remi sounded panicked, already worried that the professor was willing to toss his career aside for a silly little cold. “You can’d candel!” Almost scolding the leopard now.

“Relax, I’ll send out an email to let everyone know, Class will be on zoom today…I’ll zoom at my desk, you can rest in my bed,” his voice was smooth, calm and caring, sure of himself, a new side to the professor that Remi hadn’t experienced. He would normally just leave a student to fend for himself, would he not? So where was all this special treatment coming from? It warmed Remi’s core, he was more than grateful to finally know what it feels like to have someone actually, well, give a shit.

“If you’re poditibe….I won’d deny a houde call…” trying to be flirtatious through the horrendous sounds of him trying to snort through the plugged feeling in his nose. Levi shook his head and could only smile from his end of the phone.

“Shoot me your address, I’ll send an email out right now, and a possible a late notice….I’m going to send an uber for you…wear a mask!” He shook his index finger towards the phone with fervor almost to rub in the importance of not spreading his germs. Despite the entire fact this action was completely unseen. “I mean it…” Remi sighed before he let out a strained cough.

“Yeah…Yeah…h’..see you sood?” Clearly holding something back as he spoke softly into the microphone.

“See you soon…I…see you soon,” Levi hesitated, what the hell was that? What did he just fight back from saying??? ‘Get a grip!’ He screamed internally.

“What was that?” Remi’s heart froze, he could have sworn…

“Nothing, see ya,” he quickly disconnected the call and then breathed in heavily. “I’m seriously going to get myself fired what am I doing? First day back and I’m already driving the dude here to take care of him and….” He paused, blinking twice before his eyes widened again. “Shit! I’m all out of supplies!” He grunted in frustration already disengaging with the self punishment. He quickly flung open his phone and did two tasks, ordered Remi an Uber the second he received his address, and then opened up DoorDash. Quickly stocking his cart full of cold medicine, cough drops, tissues, hand sanitizer, tea, vitamins and anything else one may need to fight off a cold.

“Okay, meds on the way, car on the way…e-mail needs to be sent…” he quickly tapped out a clear message to the class and even went over to his desk to set up his laptop with zoom. It was all coming together nicely. He just had 45 minutes before class, and the Uber said Remi would be there in 20. Damn….the professor didn’t realize the student lived so close to him…he pondered for a moment to himself about how much quicker it could have been if he drove but it was clearly too late for that now. “Okay uh…” he scrambled to his bedroom and ripped the sheets, blankets and pillowcases off the main sleeping devices.

The slender man was running around his home like a chicken with his head cut off. He wanted to make sure everything would be perfectly set and ready for the student when he arrived. After adding an unnecessary amount of pillows and extra blankets to the large king sized bed, he heard a knock at his door. “That’s probably the DoorDash,” he said rushing his long slender legs through the halls of his home to get to the source of sound. Swinging open the door to waste no time he was met by a meek young woman, blonde hair and dark brown eyes.

“Delivery for Levi!” She smiled nervously handing over the large bag of goods to him. He returned the expression of joy and nodded politely at her.

“Thank you so much, really appreciate you!” She blushed nodding back before they parted ways, Levi closing himself back inside the house. “Awesome,” he said out loud shuffling through the bag to make sure all the items he purchased were in fact, in the bag. Pleased to find it all as it should be he walked back to his bedroom, and began to strategically place every item on the night stand, closest to where his desk would be in case he would need to tend to the wolf at any moment. Everything was placed in such a way that, anything Remi might need to grab himself, would be right within reach. Things Levi would more likely administer to him, went toward the outside.

“Okay that should be good…maybe I should throw some soup in the crock pot….” He pondered before the front door knocked again. “No time, I’ll just order something later,” he shook his head scrambling to the door yet again and swinging it open to be met with a very broken and beaten down looking Remi.

“Dib you ged my dexds?” He snubbled weakly, ripping the mask off his face now before he ran his sleeved arm across the underside of his leaking nose.

“No, sorry I was making sure everything was good so you could settle down immediately when you got here! I apologize…” he said gently before stepping aside to allow the other to walk through the threshold.

“All good…jusd making sure my servide didn’t cud obb,” Remi continued to sniffle and snuff, his nose incredibly full and congested which was obvious every time he spoke. Levi, linking his arm around the larger’s, led him patiently to his bedroom.

“All the sheets are fresh, there’s a bunch of stuff for you on the side table…if you need me, just raise your hand so I can come to you, if anyone on zoom hears that you’re at my house, I’m probably fired,” he chuckled softly, nervously, his hand touching the back of his neck as he played with the baby hairs there. Remi, cautiously, as if he was going to break himself or the super soft comforter, slid inside of the bed, immediately burying his body into the comfort.

“Thang you….serioudly thid id doo dweed ob you…” Levi’s eyes brows pushed together as he tried desperately to understand what the man was saying this time, normally pretty well rounded with such stuffed up words.

“Have you taken any medications today?” He asked, dismissing the sweet sentiment that was given to him, and focusing on making sure he just got better, this wasn’t about him. Remi avoided eye contact now, his dulled emeralds looking to the side before he cleared his throat.

“Erm…No…” the educator sighed inwardly before tsking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. In one quick motion of his hands he grabbed some dayquil pills and vitamin gummies , placing them now in Remi’s lap. Levi leaned closer and ran his palm across the wolf’s forehead, testing his temp, before pushing the hairs out gently from the front of his face.

“I’ll go get you a glass of water, after you do all those things,” now pointing his index from the pills, to the gummies. “Try to lay back and relax okay?” He asked the other as if he was trying to convince a stubborn teen. Those ocean blues tracing over every sickened outline of Remi’s face. Not the cocky, confident man he was usually faced with. Eyes swollen, complexion ghostly pale, dark circles and tear stained cheeks all topped off with a terribly red nose. It made his heart sink to see it.

“Yed, Dir…” the wolf sighed with a deep inhale and dramatic exhale as he responded. The leopard grinned running his fingers quickly all the way through the softened strands of hair once more. This small actions made both of the men’s hearts pound faster in their chests. These were the first real acts of intimacy Levi has ever really initiated between them..it was so nice. Remi had dreamed of that touch for weeks, months now. His eyes slid to a close as he enjoyed the gentle caress but just as fast as it came, it also was quick to leave. Leaving him feeling hollow, and craving more.

“I’ll be right back,” the cat reassured him before standing up, leaving the room and bringing himself out to kitchen. Once he was at his fridge he slung open the door, as if in autopilot he just started pulling out bottles of Fiji water. Was it unnecessarily expensive water? Yes. Levi, however, spared no expensive when it came to his hydration. Also, he really just liked how pretty the bottles were compared to the rest of the bougie water market.

Levi carried four bottles in his arms as he lugged them over to the sickened man now nuzzled up in his bed. “Okay I brought you one for now, and a couple extra bottles as well for later,” he sat one bottle next to Remi’s blanketed thigh, and the rest of them, he stuck on the night stand.

“Fidi?” He muttered looking at the overly fancy displayed bottle of water. Levi took a seat at the edge of the bed, just barely having enough room to not completely slide off.

“Yeah you never had Fiji water before?” He asked him curiously raising a brow, placing an open palm down to the other’s thigh. Remi shrugged.

“I jusd dring tab,” the wolf admitted, really not seeing much of a difference in tap and $5 water bottles. The leopard almost looked appalled, offended even. It was the first thing that made Remi crack a real smile as he watched the professor’s face turn.

“Oh, gross…our tap water is atrocious, you need water that’s actually good for you,” he finally responded, shaking his head and nudging towards the bottle. Knowing he was not even remotely equipped to have a discussion about water, he could only shake his head with a smile, grabbing the bottle firmly. Without a single word, Remi cracked open the lid and immediately threw back the dayquil pills, chasing it with a swig of Fiji water. He winced. His eyebrows furrowed in and he looked like he just experienced something….different.

“Why doed id tade like thad?” He asked smacking his lips and tongue together awkwardly like he had a spoonful of peanut butter shoved between his lips.

“Like what??” The white haired man looked amused now as he watched the other try to come up with the right words to express himself.

“Round…” Remi responded finally after a few moments to consider. His eyes now connecting with Levi’s as if he was way more sure of himself now.

“Round?” The educator looking more perplexed than he had before. He had never heard of water being described in such a way. It almost made him want to laugh but he swallowed the feeling and just did his best to understand. Trying not to make the other feel bad.

“Round.” The wolf repeated himself yet again, confidently.

“Huh….” The words had escaped him, Levi truly learned something new from this scrappy man everyday it seemed. “I’ll just have to take your word for that I suppose….” He giggled gently, it was a sweet sound, Remi only having recently been able to really recognize it as Levi’s. Spring break was probably the best thing that could have happened for him, it truly made him feel closer to the professor, and now? Taking care of him while he was sick? Might as well propose.

“Shouldn’t you be gedding cladd ready?” The student asked sorely, now popping a few gummies into his maw, chewing them obnoxiously, his voice still weakened by his currently ill status.

“Right…Right, I need to do that…” Levi blushed brightly almost having forgotten he had a whole ass job to do. He took a deep breath inward and stood up now, as he was walking to his desk he looked back and flashed a nervous smile to Remi. “Member…shhh,” he placed his index over his lips, Remi grinned, pretending to lock his lips shut now with an invisible key. The educator grinned brightly before making his way fully to his desk where his bed was completely out of view from the webcam. Sitting down comfortably in his desk chair he waved his mouse around to open up his screen, joining in on the zoom call he already had prepared for him.

“Hello Everyone! Sorry I’m late, just feeling a bit under the weather, but I don’t want you all to miss out on the opportunity for your first day back from spring break!” He said, trying to add a slightly sickened inflection in his tone, dialing down the cheerfulness he usually carried with him into class. “Today, I have nothing really big assigned to you, Thursday we’re introducing a new book, so today we are going to have a bit of a creative writing assignment,” Levi continued to work, as he would in the classroom but through the webcam. He wasn’t completely prepared for an online class like he normally would be with respective slideshows the class could open and go through. Instead he was relying mostly on a free day. Giving everyone the opportunity to sort of ease back into the grind after two weeks of good times.

Remi laid up in Levi’s bed and couldn’t seem to rest, he was in his professor’s bed. He was in his bed, and being dotted on by him…the same professor that denied his advances in the beginning….almost completely lost in a circus act within his own head as he jumped through hoops, he felt a tingling sensation building up in his nose. Oh no, this can’t be good. He thought his fits were over, that was this morning though…and it had been a little over two hours since his sinuses had threatened to overflow.

The wolf tried to silently clear his throat into the hem of the large comforter he was snuggled into, but it led him into a cough. Not just a cough, a series of coughs, the more he tried to muffle it into the fabric, the worse his body seemed to react. Almost panicking at the idea of getting Levi caught almost 20 minutes into their hour long class. ‘Shit…get it together…’ he whimpered inwardly but this was no use. He could see the side eyes from the educator as he tried to keep his composure, Remi unable to fight the prickling sensation in his nose as it was building, and building, and finally, had to let it all go.

“Hih’TSCHIEW!” He missed the blanket, he sneezed outwardly in front of him, a wet mist hit the air and the noise was sure to have been recorded through to the class.

“It’s important to reme-…” the sound interrupted him momentarily, his cheeks reddened, his face felt hot and he cleared his throat. The students all had different responses. Some didn’t even notice, but some of them raised an eyebrow. Why was there a sickly person in their Professor’s home? “Sorry about that…I’m taking care of a friend today…” he muttered sheepishly to explain himself…poorly. “Anyway! With this assignment…” Levi continued to go into more details about what he was expecting from each student with this new project, though in the back of his mind his conscience was screaming at him to help nurse the suffering man across from him.

Remi, still fighting for his life with the demons living inside his body, he felt another build up, the tension in his nose rising as the pressure pushed into the middle of his forehead. He winced, his leaking nostrils throbbed before he cupped both his hands over his face and blew into them. “Hh’itsshhhih!! Hah’TSCHUU!” A spray of wet mess landed in his palms, his eyes watered profusely and his face swelled up with each oncoming attack. “Hih’iitschuu!” After the third one, his whole mug was leaking and he was doing the worst job of containing it as he scrambled for some tissues. Grabbing a good few from the fancy box beside him, he began to rub one in circles motions, the tissue encapsulating the sore and reddened area. He allowed the ick to pour out onto the tissue and tried to empty himself out as much as he could.

Yet the sound of snuffles, clearing nostrils and sneezing was turning to be quite the distraction. Levi closed his eyes once and tried really hard to focus on his lecture, he really wanted to cancel the whole class. He didn’t see this free day as anymore constructive than a day off anyway, and clearly Remi really needs someone. Him specifically. Somehow, Levi feels blessed with the opportunity to be at the wolf’s bedside, someone to truly care about. It made work seem so, inconvenient now.

“I-I uh …excuse me class…start brainstorming amongst each other,” he hit the mute microphone button, and double checking it was actually muted. Then he stood up and crossed over to Remi’s side. “Hey you doing okay over here?” He asked genuinely, running his fingers through the man’s hair like he had done earlier.

“I’b so sobby….I’m fucgging dhis ub for you…” he muttered as he let in another long, wet inhale, trying to clear up whatever was holding him hostage. Unfortunately, it was not really working out all that well.

“Shh, non-sense, as far as they’re all concerned….” He shrugged simply grabbing a tissue to help clean the student’s terribly wet and sickly face. “I’m just a closet homosexual…which is fine,” he let out a breathy chuckle as his bright blue orbs traced over Remi’s, while he patiently blotted the many wet trails that traced the wolf’s cheeks and mouth.

“Who eveb are you righd now?” The green eyed student chuckled a bit, following with a rough and hoarse cough. He felt a strong pulse in his heart, though his chest was sore from coughing, he could feel warmth there, where it hadn’t been in a long time. He never had anyone care for or even about him. Beside his little sister. This was something so new and he wasn’t sure what it even meant. Is this how people are supposed to treat each other? Or…was he special?

“I guess…I’m breaking all the rules,” he shrugged his shoulders simply, bringing his hand back with the crumpled tissue and bringing his free hand up to gently rub at Remi’s temples. Inwardly, the wolf had never felt so full. “What can I say…M’a sucker for the green eyes and stubborn attitude,” they both shared a genuine smile before Levi grabbed one of the still cold bottles of water. “I can’t get you a cold compress right now but here use this to try and fight off the temperature….and maybe don’t snuggle up in EVERY blanket available to you…” letting another gentle giggle leave his lips as he began helping strip the man of a few layers that were inevitably only making him sweat more. Remi now discarding his hoodie and shirt to allow his bare skin a moment to breathe.

“Hnnnn…Kay….” Remi muttered in response as his feet then battled and kicked the extra blankets in an effort to aid the other. After feeling satisfied enough to, Levi returned to his desk and unmuted his mic. Remi was spreading out every limb across the large bed, trying his best to stay cool while he rubbed the bottle up and down the sides of his sweating temples.

“Alright, sorry about that…let’s hear some of your guys’ ideas!” Right back into the groove as if nothing ever happened. While Remi was still fighting a raging war between him and the Virus of Babylon. He coughed once, trying to cover it in the crook of his arm before completely blind sided by another persistent need of release. “H’GXPBF!” He moves to stifle it in his palm that he presses hard against his mouth, lines of drool puffing through the sides. He inhales with a slick and wet sound, trying to keep tissues on hand to wipe his face as he groans miserably. The meds were taking so long to kick in it was actually almost driving him slightly mad. His head swirled as he stared up at the ceiling, blinking slowly to try and keep with the rhythm of his shallow breaths. “H’KXGNT!” Another one stuffed with the small throw blanket beside him that he had snapped over his mouth just in time.

“That’s a really interesting way of describing what happened, Lahni, I really appreciate you sharing that with us,” the leopard was speaking to the class but every few seconds he couldn’t help but take a peak over at the sickly male, a quite obvious side eye in a HQ webcam. Trying to keep himself seated, he willed his attention back to his class.

After a few more moments of struggle, wet slopping sounds of Remi trying to clear his nose and throat. Eventually, the wolf was finally starting to somewhat relax enough to get himself drifting off to sleep, Levi taking notice and feeling slightly relieved. Attention back on his class, his eyes glazed over the many different faces in attendance. “So how about you then, Vinny? What is your piece about?” Coaxing more conversation out of the students, and as the minutes passed it almost seemed like they would have a decent session.

That was until 40 minutes into the hour long class, Remi suddenly jolted awake, panicking, yelling incoherently and groaning in pain. The ruckus was enough to get everyone in the zoom call’s attention, they all froze. Especially Levi. “I…will be right back let me just go check on my friend really quickly….” He muted the call and then immediately rushed over to Remi’s side. “Hey, hey you okay? I’m right here…it’s alright…” he reassured the profusely sweating and wide eyed man, who was clearly confused about his current whereabouts, but was starting to come to the more he felt the professor’s hands gently fluttering across his skin.

For a few seconds it took the man a bit to catch his sanity, gasping hoarsely as his eyes darted around to hopefully find a means to the end of his dry mouth. “I-…uh…” his hands now fumbling around the sheets. Levi could roughly guess what it was the other was searching for, and quickly grabbed the half full bottle for him and unscrewed the lid before handing it over.

“Here, drink first,” the raven haired man nodded gently before reaching slowly with a shaking hand and taking in the refreshing liquid, letting out a slight exhale of relief when he pulled it from his lips. “Better?” The educator asked softly, hand at Remi’s clammy shoulder trying to search for life within him.

“Y-yeah…” he gasped now running a hand through his slightly damp locks. “Nightmares…they happen a lot…” he muttered slightly embarrassed to have been perceived in such a vulnerable state. The leopard nodded empathetically, lovingly tracing circles at the back of Remi’s neck with the pad of his finger.

“You know what, I have an idea,” Levi smiled thoughtfully, a display of genius spreading across his face before getting up and walking over to his desk. He disconnected his webcam but kept the microphone in use, just muted currently. Remi cocked an eyebrow as he patiently watched the other flitter about. Picking up his laptop Levi brought it over to the bed where he slid in beside the man. “No speaking,” he said bringing his index to his lips before settling in comfortably, the wolf slightly giddy, rested his head on the other’s lap while Levi’s laptop more or less sat at his knees. ‘This is perfect,’ Remi thought inwardly, if his tail was out, it would be wagging. The professor unmuted his mic.

“Sorry guys, for the rest of class you won’t be graced with my beautiful face, my friend needs some comfort, and I don’t want to expose their sicky features, they wouldn’t appreciate that being their first intro to my class,” he tried to play it off, like truly he was really just a thoughtful friend. Some of the students seemed touched, even a soft gentle “Awe,” could be heard from a few of the girls.

‘If only they knew,’ Remi snickered within his head as he buried his face into the educator’s lap, who carried on with the rest of his lesson, his right hand loosely playing with a few of the dark strands of hair. The raven haired man sighed with contentment, then he realized, the small nap, added with the pills he took earlier, actually left him feeling a tad better than when he passed out. Though, the throbbing in his head still haunted his skull, he was very much well enough to push it back. Confront it later. Well enough to be completely and utterly aware of the fact that his head was laying directly on Levi’s dick. He could just…easily…no. He had to behave, although…there wasn’t any cam recording this so…why not, right? As the white haired man above him ran his fingers absently through his own moistened locks, he rubbed his cheek, gently, tenderly, against the front of Levi’s pants. Said man, shifted slightly, a gentle hue of pink dusted across his cheeks as he became conscious of Remi’s location and actions.

‘It’s fine…he’s just adjusting…he wouldn’t…break the rules right NOW…would he?” Levi shuddered as he felt another brush against him, but it felt like there was a heavier force applied. “I-I would like to hear 3 more uh…3 more of your guys’ prompts, before we end class today,” managing to get through his words before he looked down to see Remi’s darkened emeralds gazing up at him already. ‘Stop!’ He mouthed toward the student, but a small smirk splashed across the side of his mouth and the wolf only took that as a challenge. Not an actual cease and desist. He turned his face inwardly now, using his teeth to undo the front of the educator’s pants. Levi was trying really hard to do his best at paying attention but he couldn’t stop his body from reacting in the ways it did. Length already hardening at the idea of any sort of real world attention. “A-And th-then what will your…uh…main body be, Jesus?” He asked trying to seem engaged. His eyes glanced back down as he watched the wolf bury and nuzzle his face against the tightening space in his pants. Remi doing a much better job at being silent than he had earlier.

Levi let out a shaky, long exhale as he continued to listen to the rest of his student’s excerpt. “Really g-…” rolling his eyes back into his head as he felt Remi slowly sliding him out of the confines of his pants. “Good…I’m sure it’ll be, very….engaging,” his head dropped back to focus, trying to will his ceruleans to stay open and glued to the screen. The troublemaker had sprung forth the professor’s hardened length, and teased it with the tip of his tongue, sliding it across the base and around the tip. He wasn’t just going to let him have it. He was going to make the other absolutely wild for it. Levi took another shaky breath inward. ‘Two more….two more concepts….’ Certain he could push through this sort of mental and physical torment as he tried not to seem too desperate. Yet, his cock was already threatening to leak over, as the wolf caught a trailing bead rolling away, with the flattened surface of his tongue. “Ooooh…Kay…” he tried to disguise the very shaky and unstable sound to his voice. “Samant-…tha, you’re turn let’s uh…hear it!” He was trying so hard to push a persona of cheerfulness, no worries or cares in the world. Alas, he kept coming up empty. His brain could only focus on the one thing he wanted more than anything, Remi.

Who was taking his sweet time in exploring and savoring the taste, the feeling, of his favorite educator’s length. God how he had craved any part of the other to be against him, and now he had him right where he wanted him. With just the right precision, Remi’s lips wrapped around the tip of Levi’s cock, sucking, gently, swirling his tongue in a gentle fashion across the tender hole. “F-…” the leopard tried his best to keep his composure but it was slowly crumbling under him as the insane pressure to his tip rocked him. “Fantastic!” He responded breathlessly as his student finished. “Loved it, Sam, keep it ….up,” he sucked in a rough breath of air, before biting his lower lip harshly. Trying to use pain as a distraction, but somehow it really only made it worse.

“Okay…last one,” he squeaked, sounding much more obviously strained, it was starting to cause a few of the students to raise their eyebrows in question. Remi meanwhile, slowly slid himself further down Levi’s length, encapsulating it with his tongue and tightened throat. His motions were painfully slow. The professor sucked on his lower lip now, doing whatever he could to keep the desperate urge to moan away. Yet, Remi felt like he would do absolutely anything just to hear it echo in the same space as him. He knew better, even if he was crossing a line.

The leopard’s fingers curled and tightened within Remi’s hair, trying to apply force, or change the tempo, yet the larger maintained whatever pace, he wanted to be at. This was driving Levi absolutely wild, he had stopped listening a while ago and was now looking down just to watch, his ceruleans tracing over the other’s busy features.

“I uh…Thank you, for……” he took a breath “Sharing, that would conclude class for today so, every bo-…” feeling himself hit the back of Remi’s throat was almost enough to make him explode, but he didn’t. “Body, get started on those assignments…..” he hesitated “Oh and Welcome back,” before he ended the zoom call abruptly, not even taking a second to answer any questions he slammed his laptop shut and shot his gaze down to look directly at Remi that popped off the other’s length. “Seriously???”

“What?” The wolf licked his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“During class? And also…I said through the phone only!” The leopard slightly panicked but, god it felt so good he really truly didn’t want it to end. He didn’t realize HOW good it was going to feel even with such bare minimum attention.

“I can’t help myself…you’ve been..so good to me I just wanna…” sucking his lower lip in between two hungry rows of teeth before releasing it, eyes never leaving the other, “Return the favor,” the smaller couldn’t even begin to fathom what was happening as he slowly started to slide into lust.

“We, can’t…” whispering not because anyone would hear them, but he may become far too aware of the situation. “You’re…sick…I’ll get…sick,” he whimpered now, as Remi raised his body to press their foreheads together.

“Tell me it’s worth it…” the wolf whispered, his hand slipping tenderly up the side of Levi’s flushed freckled face, cradling the other’s jaw within his palm. The smaller blushed, brightly, his body froze almost. How could he….? Yet as those purple circled emeralds stared over at him he couldn’t help but swallow a large lump that had formed in his throat.

“It’s worth it…..” his voice barely audible as the words fell off his lips, the answer enough to send the wolf up, and crashing their mouths together. Reunited at long last with those distantly familiar soft lips. Remi couldn’t hold back the guttural groan that boiled up from his chest as their tongues slid past working mouths. Losing themselves in a sea of needless passion, Remi’s hand found itself grabbing hold of Levi’s still exposed length. The leopard broke the kiss and took a deep gasp inward as he felt the other’s grip encase his swollen length.

“J-Just…hands and…and mouths okay?” He asked shyly, not quite ready to go all the way with the man while he was this unwell. He wanted to hold out for getting the absolute best treatment. Didn’t mean he would walk away from this empty handed. Literally. The student nodded gently, he understood. He also deep inside wanted the first time with the small cat to be special, not like this..though this was a pretty special occasion to him, he could wait.

“Okay,” he answered finally, leaving the smaller excited, and pleasantly surprised that there was no need to bicker over it. Their mouth reconnected in a sloppy, and wet fever while hands roamed each other’s bodies, Remi’s more specifically ripped his off, button by button. Finally his free palm pressed flush against the space where he could feel the educator’s heart beating rapidly. “Your hearting is going insane…” he breathed against the other’s lips, placing chaste, small pecks against his nose and chin. Fingers still grasping and massaging the man’s length.

“You…make me insane…” he responded with a heavy tone, Remi growled low under his breath and captured his lips again. A few more moments being lost in each other’s mouths while the wolf’s hands remained expert against the melting cat.

“Good,” was all the man could retort with, as he was far too busy making sure his mouth never left the leopard’s skin. He’d wanted this for weeks, even in the simplest form of it all…just kissing him. Luckily, that wasn’t all they were doing, and would do…he was busy, deep in his exploration as his hand trailed downward between Levi’s cheeks, slipping his finger through just to get a tease.

“R-Rem..w-wait…” he pressed their foreheads together, the wolf did pause, but only for a few motions.

“You said hands and mouths…” he failed to see how any rules were being broken in this moment.

“Y-yeah…okay…yeah…” shaking his head slowly, he realized he was getting lost in his own desires, not making any sense in his own head as he reached in to place hot open mouth sucking kisses against the side of Remi’s neck. Who in turn, rolled his eyes back, and slipped his fingers forward, now unstoppable as he had been waiting for so long to just get a taste of the other’s insides. His middle finger padded around, and prodded at the other’s puckered hole. Hungry for him as he peaked the tip just barely through the barrier. The professor shook, his hands desperately grabbing at Remi’s arms, chest, now the waistband of his sweats. He’d seen how big it was on camera, now he couldn’t wait to see it in person.

They both shuddered under each other’s advancing and heated movements. Levi’s own hand finding it’s way through into Remi’s pants and taking the awaiting firm cock in his heated palm. They both groaned in unison, while the wolf slid a digit inside the wanting cat.

“Aa-..ah,” Levi huffed against the crook of the student’s bare neck. He couldn’t hold in the way he felt anymore, it was so good. He released a careless moan, high pitched, it was like a song to Remi, he’d never heard that even when he watched him use toys on video.

“I love your sounds…” Remi chuffed in between swirling his greedy finger inside the other’s wet hole, and allowing his hips to graciously twitch into each passionate movement of his crush’s fingers. Both of them were a mess of bodies as they crunched up beside each other, hands exploring their forbidden places while mouths clashed against different unexplored areas of flesh above the belt.

They both felt something burning inside them other than the obvious lust they felt for one another. For the first time he had ever been intimate with someone, Levi was enjoying himself. He actually felt like he couldn’t get enough, his body was overdue for the feeling that coursed through him currently. His moans and whimpers sensual, and velvety, something so sweet to the wolf’s ears as he added a second finger inside of the cat. “Fuck…you’d feel so fucking good on my cock…” growling with lust driven excitement. Goosebumps littered the smaller’s freckled skin now, his shirt torn to shreds and hanging off his flushed shoulders. Ravaged by the larger.

“I’d give anything for it…” vulnerable, too vulnerable, too honest. He would, he at this very given point and moment in time, would throw away his entire career to spend the rest of his life to feel this way with the other.

“Tell me,” he huffed darkly into Levi’s ear, his fingers working faster, plunging in with circular motions before drawing them back out. Repeat. His motions getting faster the more he felt the educator slide those softened thin fingers around his length. Trying to connect the two, trying so desperately to picture what it would feel like to have his length replaced with his fingers as of right now.

“I-I’d move you in….” He responded, almost a little too quickly, like he considered it. His hand gripping, and teasing the larger’s length, squeezing with every word, “Get fired, I don’t care…I’d work in grocery if I had too…” his voice was so much different than it was usually carried. The raven haired man found great pleasure in bringing out such a naughty side to the educator.

“Yeah? You’d do all that?” The wolf chuckled darkly, now working a third finger inside the drooling cat, who’s forehead long gave up, resting against the other’s shoulder as he panted. “Just for me?”

“Just for you,” Remi could nearly lose it right there with the words that fell off Levi’s swollen lips.

“Say it again,” his voice much darker, his hips now shifting faster with the leopard’s constantly teasing hand. His own palm quite busy fucking the little cat’s hole where he wish his dick could.

“Just for you,” Levi whimpered again, weakly truly unable to hold back the dizzy feeling he was getting in the back of his head, as he could feel the pleasure hitting him while Remi’s fingers assaulted his prostate.

“Who?” The wolf growled again, now within the messy haired man’s ear, gripping hold of his lobe after he spoke.

“You…” another breathless answer, straining to speak as their desires built up within the core of their groins.

“Who’s you? WHO,” almost sounding angry at this point, it would terrify any normal person, but no, not Levi, it only drove him closer to the edge as his hand worked tirelessly to pleasure the demanding wolf that almost hovered him. Taking a free hand to grip at his own spilling length, he couldn’t take it, he needed to release.

“Remi…” doing his best to answer, to obey, to be the other’s good little kitten. God, this wasn’t like himself, he would never come undone like this for anyone else…but this man, had an absolute chokehold on him.

“That’s right, Just for Remi, right?” Moving his fingers slower, before quickening, then slower, hovering out his entrance before a rough pound upward into Levi’s sensitive bud.

“Just for Remi,” he mewled again, Remi leaned back, needing to catch a glimpse of the other’s pathetically flushed face. That was it right there. Between the declaration, and the look on that small man’s face, he knew he was no longer able to hold it all back.

“God, I’m going to fucking cum,” his hips moved with a desperate quickness as Levi’s fingers continued to squeeze and slip tightly over his swollen shaft.

“Please?” The leopard begged, finally opening his bright blue orbs to connect with the other, both of them shuddered as they made eye contact.

“Stop it…Jesus Christ…everything you say I swear to god….” It was proving to be too much, Remi could only hold back for so long, and between the look on the educator’s face and everything that was happening, his hips stuttered, they froze. “Shit, I’m….” He blew his seed in between the two of them as he never loosened his motions, refusing to give up til he could make the other feel just as good.

“Remi…” it started off confident, loud, but it faded into a strangled cry as he too, spilled over the edge of pleasure and into the palm of his own hand, trying to minimize the clean up. Their bodies leaned up against each other as their hands went limp, and Remi pulled his fingers out of the other. They took a moment to catch their breaths.

Minutes passed and Levi couldn’t help but chuckle loosely. “So…are you going to take care of me when I inevitably catch whatever virus is living inside you?” The wolf’s body moved slightly as he laughed soundlessly, just a few huffs through his open mouth.

“Of course…that was the whole plan…to buy myself more time alone together,” they both now laid back against the mountain of pillows behind them, cracking playful smiles towards each other.

“You dog!” Smirking confidently towards Levi, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe but…just for you,” both of them turning to look at each other from the side. Blue orbs scanned over tired, and still pretty worn down features. While Remi looked over that of such healthy, but exhausted ones.

“You need more meds, and rest,” almost completely changing the vibe, even after all that? Remi felt a bit slighted, but he understood. Clearly, Levi wasn’t one for breaking many rules, nor being close to anyone, if this was stressful territory, the wolf would just have to be patient. Eventually things would fall where they needed to.

“Yeah, you’re right…back rubs?” He looked at the other now with a pouting face and sparkling greens eyes. The professor could only laugh in response and nodding his head to assuredly answer his request.

“I can do that…” Levi responded again with that same expression on his face, like Remi puts all the stars in the sky for him. Every time the professor gave him that look, the wolf melted inside a little more. As the educator pulled out some Vicks vapor rub, he gently assisted and moreover took charge, while Remi laid back and allowed himself to be taken care of. Grumbling happily as Levi cleaned him up and applied the vapor to his heaving chest. “Good?” He asked for reassurance.

“Amazing…” letting out a deep exhale that was more than enough to satisfy the man helping him. Levi felt whole. He felt like he was truly right where he was meant to be.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re better in no time,” with a movement so gentle, he leaned forward and placed a loving, tender kiss across the other’s heated forehead.

“I’d like that…” Remi’s heart raced, fluttered and flipped. He was more than Hot for Teacher. He was falling madly in love with him more and more everyday, and he could only hope that the other was too.

To Be Continued….

Author’s Notes: Maaaaan it’s so hard to write when you’re pet sitting two maniac dogs and trying to work, and help people with school stuff, and write, and NOT BLOW YOUR OWN BRAINS OUT. I just wish to live in a small tank where I can write my silly little fics of me and my friend’s silly little OCs. Anyway. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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[kingmagnificoofrosas]

I just need one little thing clarified...

"...reducing him to an object of sick twisted lust..."

"...making him a porn object and writing downright disgusting things..."

I totally get about toxic sexualization, but just want to ask: it's not about healthy romance and making love with a true soulmate, right? it's about toxic things only?

i usually write romances about healthy OTPs, and i wrote one for Magnifico, it also included making love. I'm just afraid to... be accused of this toxic sexualization or something.

please do not consider it rude, your words are matter to me. 🙏🏻

Hey dear 💙

Don't worry, I got you!

I absolutely meant unhealthy, toxic sexualization only. I wasn't talking about writing healthy romance and intimacy between two soulmates. I was talking about things some people said. I will not repeat what I've seen but to put it decently, those comments went above and beyond "I would like to have intercourse with him."

To further clarify my point. When I first saw Magnifico, I was like "Hoooooo ma goodness, he HOT!!" And that was never in a sexual way. Just me adoring and gushing over his beauty. Cause he's dang handsome, alright. The sky eyes, the high cheekbones, defined jaw, neat hair, goatee!! Heck the goatee ❤️😩🤌🏼 the BODY, the smile ... I see this man and my heart skips a beat.

You know, that squealing, giggling, fangirling kind 🫶🏼

But seeing some people making comments about what they would like to do to him *gag* ... And I kid you not, it read like someone was quoting a porn script. Or for some, the first and only thing they think of is something sexual. When I said that some reduce him to an object of sick twisted lust, I meant exactly that.

It's also not someone just saying something like, "I bet he's skilled." If you know what I mean. Still, ok, weird. But at least it's nowhere near explicit.

Such thoughts never crossed my mind even once. The fact that this is even happening is so sad.

I'm so shocked and deeply disgusted by what I read some people say, part of me just wishes to erase it from my memory. Also, what the heck are fanarts of *eherm* full blown nudity of him even doing online? And I don't mean shirtless only. Good grief, I know most of us Magnifico-defenders are mid-teens, young-adults and adults but I just picture some kids scrolling through social media for WISH fanart and then they suddenly get a drawing of below waist porn shit. Ew! Seriously what the frick, EW!

I also wasn't talking about portraying sex in the right, healthy way in a novel or fanfiction. This is a whole topic for itself. In my humble opinion, a good writer can bring all the right feelings across without having to write every single damn detail. I'm writer and I always give the advice : You need to be able to show the reader whats happening without becoming explicit.

I'm aware that writing intercourse is a very delicate topic and tbh it's tasking even for a professional writer. As a christian, I'm standing for closed-door romance. Meaning, I read and write intimate scenes non-explicitly. And honestly, that to me is so much more fulfilling than writing or reading explicit scenes. To be able to make the air sizzle and the readers heart pount without getting explicit is a skill and there is so much beauty in it if it's done well.

Because, like you said, love-making is so much more than just an act! It's God's gift to soulmates. It's the highest form of expressing endless true love. It's becoming one, it's two souls made for each other melting together. It's meant to be beautiful! It's meant to be pure. It can be wild passionate fire just as much as it can be tender and sweet.

And exactly that is also why my heart bleeds and breaks when I see sick stuff online.

I hope this clarified my statement and helped you a little bit 💙🫶🏼 if you have any more questions or want to have me give out advices as a professional writer, I'm always here for it!

#writers advice #info post

[mandalhoerian]

bruh my comment was too long to post under the new chapter so i’m sending an ask. saw the ao3 notif and scheduled to read it this fine evening, good thing i was like “lemme scroll on tumblr and see what’s up” because SJFKDJLXBZB the face i made when i saw i was tagged and followed BY YOU? also ma’am 🤚🏻wdym nobody comments like i do. like what do you mean. i have a concerning relationship with receiving praise so i advise you to stfu (affectionately).

my poor girl vera can’t catch a break, loss after loss after loss in such a short period. i just want to give her lots and lots of hugs (consensually). on another note i love that she clocked ada’s intentions right away bc capcom wtf is that writing. one person taking down a whole organization is like sending only one person to save president’s kidnapped daughter (laugh track). let me tell you i have been waiting for this 🤌🏻 vera and ada interacting 🤌🏻 leon being there all charming and naive and trusting people easily 🤌🏻 shai you just get the dynamics of all the characters *so right* 🤌🏻

sorry for the excessive amount of parentheses and emojis let me just find another obnoxiously annoying emoji to spam about the intimacy between leon and vera. 🤧 it’s this one but i’m wiping my snot away from crying about it. the small touches between the two are so tender in this fucked up world 🤧 vera’s hand on his forearm… leon collecting her in his arms, comforting her 🤧 his arm on her shoulder 🤧 i could cry and get a headache from thinking about them. i’m so serious.

(gnawing at the bars of my enclosure) JILL VALENTINE MENTION???? VERA KNOWS HER? WHAT IS THE LORE? I NEED TO KNOW.

how does one end a delirious comment. uhhh. so yeah. i love nttd and vera so much and i’m so happy that it’s back babyyyy.

Ofc I followed!!!! I don't remember why I didn't in the first place like but like ???? ur making it sound like I'm some big shot but like pls im a loser who's writing oc fanfiction on the internet and is so lucky and grateful to get people invested in it!!!!! AND YES nobody comments like you do! You're the dream of a fanfiction author ON GOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH

ramble below to keep your dashboards clean:

I think we talked about this over on ao3 but honestly re2r's ada just doesn't make sense to me. The FBI cover is logical (when you first think about it), but the way she's immediately pulling a gun on Annette the minute they see her and DECLARING her intentions isn't. She then proceeds to reveal her target is Annette, and then her going with the FBI thing becomes less logical, bc why would Annette hand over the G-Virus sample to the feds, either? It's entirely a shock factor thing revolved around Leon, she's only fooling him -- or maybe, she's fooled Ben like this, too, and was forced to stick to her cover when shit went down, we don't know 😭 why did they do my girl ada like that... (ngl re4r ada supremacy. period.)

But either way, un-truths she would throw as a bone to a "civilian" like Leon would of course be caught by Vera, nugget by nugget, while still making her think "mayhaps the FBI is misinformed????" -- I didn't want to ruin that fine line by Ada going on about Annette making the virus and her being the most dangerous of all "g-virus g-virus g-virus" or whatever because 1) WHY WOULD A SPY DO THAT???? 2) it would surely make Vera go "yeah NOPE" 💀💀

it's so much fun for them to try sussing each other out, Light and L mind games over there while Leon is happily frolicking. not one thought behind those eyes 😭

ALSO LIKE YES THE TOUCHES!!!!!! It's Leon initiating all of them for me 👹👹👹 physical touch taking over when words can't. my favorite thing of all UGGHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR JOINING ME IN MY MISERY

ALSO totally not going "actually 🤓☝" as I'm saying this because it's been HALF A WHOLE YEAR + the fic is over 100K words -- Vera knows Jill from post!mansion incident - pre!outbreak, in that ephemeral "investigation" phase of Jill's. I do mention it in the fic that Vera supplies information to Jill (as around that time she's trying to get rid of the weight of all she knows and trying to pass on the "hero's job" to someone else) and they exchange their findings while trying to be careful not to get caught by ppl Umbrella put on Jill's tail. I think I wrote it in passing that Vera was disguised as a secretary and sat back-to-back with Jill on a booth in one of those occasions? She's loosely connected to re3r by having a brief appearance in carlos' police station section in my head, entrusting Jill to him and all and promising to meet up with them in the station once she talks to her dad about it ☹

"delirious comment" WDYM ITS MY LIFEBLOOD THANK YOU 😭

#an ask for shai

[danydarkly]

Is the dance in latest chapter inspired by a real dance? If so, which one If I may ask and if not, wow, because I, as a person who can't dance, would never have come up with a dance choreography! Winter chapter is just *cheef kisses* 🤌

Thank you so much! ^^ It was sorta inspired by different kinds of dancing, actually! I pulled inspo from Regency-era dancing and various folk dances. I didn't want to lift any specific dance because I wanted this dance to feel like part of the village's culture. I also wanted it to fit with the timing of the conversation Leikos and Scarlett have during the dance. But my main goal was for the dance to be very hand-oriented, throughout Red & Wolf there's a lot of attention to hands and the status of trust between Leikos and Scarlett (not sure if that's apparent enough but it's something I try to convey), there's a lot of intimacy with hand-holding and with how a hand is held - it can say so much without actually saying anything at all. Not me going on a tangent about hands lol anyway, here are some examples of the inspiration:

VS some panels from the dance scene:

I don't/can't dance either, so my approach to trying to choreograph this was half-part listening to a couple of songs and half-part thinking about what they're saying and how the scene would "flow". I didn't practice the whole dance to make sure it made sense though lol so I mostly just hoped for the best - I'm glad it worked out and readers liked this scene, I thought about it for a long time :"")

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