#all wet eyed and yearning gaze

[dykells]

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐀.𝐀

𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✷ she hopes im cursed forever to sleep on a twin sized mattress never graduating up in size to add another 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,1k ✷ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: religion, homophobia n’ nsfw content

abby feels owen’s hand on her waist like a brick to her chest weighting her body down, it wouldn’t take much for the drowning to begin but your face across the room was both oxygen and the final anchor of her demise. she weighed her options as their personifications stood before her, father smiling brightly at the happy couple unaware his own daughter forced her chirpiness while she yearned in the deepest aching to be swept off her feet by the girl just a few away– who now refused to face her much understandably. you cursed her for inviting you to their preppy engagement party, cursed her for multiple reasons more, yet your heels stuck to the ground like they clung for dear life anticipating a plot twist shaped by regret.

“excuse me” she finally croaked out mid conversation, the place where her fiancé’s hand once held onto now burning her skin like a rotting poison. she wished to bathe herself clean in the rain like a baptism, wished owen didn’t felt like sin tainting her body from being with you, her holiest of experiences, wished she had not known heaven between your legs so she may live on her life guiltless and not as someone who has felt blasphemously like a god herself. your fingers brush past eachother as she walks up behind you and fireworks bloom from your fingertips like lily flowers at spring. lillies, her favorite, your perfume.

you follow her to the bathroom, breath unsteady, and regardless of how long the affair has been happening no familiarity prepares you for the crash of her lips against yours as you twist the doorknob. sometimes you think these moments might make you understand her, to have abby anderson’s tongue exploring your mouth, hands by your neck to keep you still, perpetual apple cinnamon smell, was nothing short of a religious experience. perhaps that is what the church brought out in her, this same inextinguishable fire at the pit of your stomach with understanding of icarus and his hope for the sun. if all sins felt this sweet it did not seem so big of a sacrifice to die for them– you’d die for her if asked.

“abs, stop” you whisper once her lips are on your neck, long wet kisses all across the exposed skin warming up your body from the winter cold better than any cloth could have, she’s hungry, biting you down and her fruity scent doesn’t let the irony of forbidden fruit to die on you even as she hums in fake confusion allowing herself more time in her feast begging it to cloud your judgement as it almost does “abigail, we have to stop”

“don’t do this to me” she begs, voice cracking “please don’t leave me, you’ll take all the sunshine with you and it’s cold, it’s a cold winter i need your arms, your limbs, your body, my sunny girl-“

“you’re getting married, abs” you sigh with the exclamation, it seems nearly as though you’ve just reminded her of it like someone who forgot to turn off the oven before they had left the house, someone destined for burnt flames, your reality scares her into kneeling submission and you’re laughing because it looks like a proposal and it’s absurd, her hands gripping yours, her gaze doe-eyed and unconditional. you are missing a ring but you see hers, diamond, and the ache doesn’t easen.

“you are everything that i want…”

“then leave him, abby. don’t sit on the dirty bathroom floor of a venue for your engagement party and promise me a love you are too scared to give me, i can’t keep excusing your cowardice for the sake of sanity. take off that ring and walk out of here with me, we’ll figure it out, we’ll be happy together, your winter won’t be cold”

she pretends to take in your words, analyse them as if her nights haven’t been filled with scenarions and possibilities all of which there is pain unbearable. you’re searching her eyes with a hope unbeknownst to men and suddenly you feel the line between dream and desperation blurring itself into oblivion. abby lets go of your touch and slides the ring from her finger out onto it’s demise on the tiled floor. you think you won. you think god exists when she locks the door behind you and presses you against the wall, believe he had heard your prayers once her fingers dip between your thighs. when she’s thrusting inside you, you cry out for god instead of her name, moan louder at the sight of her wedding band far away on the ground, feel your walls clenching around her digits and her warm breath against your neck, she’s mumbling so many i love yous you barely notice how multiple sound like im sorrys.

with your hands curling around her loose hair she gets sloppy, deprived, wants you to tug on her and beg for her mouth without needing the plead to taste you and you do so eager it burns her scalp. she’s back on her knees and she thinks for a moment not admited this might be her holy repent. tugging on your jeans till their ultimate glide towards the floor, shes sucking on the wet patch of your underwear as a tease, letting her senses flood of lillies and pussy. she finally pushes it aside and dives in, godhood in the shape of your swollen clit grazing her teeth, you tilt your waist to give her further access and there are stars and angels behind your fluttered eyelids.

she calls your her sunny girl as you rain down her face in white honey, her muscles spread your legs further apart and suck it in till it has destroyed her makeup, part of her wishes to leave this bathroom and still smell of you, part of her is scared owen might kiss your heavens from her tongue and catch it all. she’s putting her ring back on at your climax, and you’re confused and heavy breathing. a sob clings to your throat.

abby tells you all she’s ever known is the cold. tells you girls like her are unworthy of the sun. tells you owen is waiting and maybe you should leave. she doesn’t tell you she thinks god isn’t real once you’ve turned your back because he would never have created something to purely magnetic to have it ripped from her hands, she does not tell you the only thing worth worshipping is the gap between your teeth, the crook of your neck and the dimple in your cheek, doesn’t tell you she thinks hell is this. but she almost does. she almost does. on your way out, you just sob and hope she’s cursed. hope god is angry. think god is her.

© dykells twentytwentythree

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson angst #abby anderson smut #lesbian #the last of us fanfiction #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby x you #abigail anderson #dykells works #wlw fiction #abby x fem!reader

[clairdelunelove]

thinking about yuuji and his puppy dog eyes.

he’s normally starry eyed and so intrigued by what you have to say. the epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend. just an active listener because if you’re talking about it then it must hold some importance to you. and that’s enough for him to drop what he’s doing and pay close attention to whatever you have to say. but then he’s giving you those pleading eyes to give him a kiss.

just an innocent peck won’t hurt. you don’t mind if he leans closer and basks in your warmth, do you? it’s been a while since he’s had you all to himself. well, according to yuuji, a couple hours of not sticking by your side is almost a criminal offense. and don’t mind his hands tugging at the curve of your waist to pull you in closer. you were just so pretty today. just can’t believe his luck of wooing you. and he’s secretly grateful that the weather’s warming up because you’re adorned in shorter clothes and dainty ruffles. it’s always his favorite on you (not that he minds what you typically wear.) it’s just– there’s something about snagging a glimpse of your plush skin that riles him up. how soft you are compared to all his calluses and scars. the sole purpose of why he works so hard to be your protector and provider. makes him sweat along the collar of his shirt as he desperately tries to not let his gaze roam. but it’s so noticeable. his eyes literally droop if he stares too long. and of course his eyes are the shade of liquified honey; the right amount of glassy and desperate that you yearn for. you can spot the forceful swallow of his throat as he stares. it’s so apparent because he doesn’t even attempt to hide it when he's this deprived of you. but that’s not what you want, right? you just ushered him to the side to tell him about your day. and while you’re running through your usual mundane schedule, he’s brushing a strand of hair away from your face. did you doubt that he wouldn’t be listening? no, no, no; he’s concentrating. takes into account how the pitch of your voice climbs higher when he cups a big, possessive hand on the back of your neck. drags you to him with the promise that he’s still paying attention. and he almost groans when he hears the tiny noise of surprise you utter at his subtle display of strength. he’s so strong but he treats you so delicately. you recognize the carnal glimmer in his eyes. yet, you don’t make a move to stop him. you’re too good to him. so you won’t mind if he starts placing wet kisses down your neck to interrupt you for a second, will you? end his suffering and let him touch you now, please.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #jjk x reader #yuuji itadori #yuji itadori #jujutsu kaisen #itadori x y/n

[ekdarnellbooks]

midnight embrace

They were young lovers once.

He met her at a tavern, her laugh lighting up the room. She smiled at him from across the bar and it stirred something in his cold, dead heart.

He went back nightly, hoping to see her again, and there she was, laughing and celebrating with her friends. Her glossy black hair hung loose down her back, sage eyes flickering to him, catching his stare.

When he didn’t look away, she bit her lip into a smirk. Those beautiful lips, so tender and full, perfectly pink to match her rosy cheeks. She had the essence of life, the embodiment of joy and wonder.

Another night, and he was back at the tavern. And there she was, waiting for him.

“What is your name?” she asked, sidling up to his lonesome table.

“Renatus,” he said, his ruby eyes piercing her.

“Vita,” she said with an offered hand, and he took it. If she noticed his icy touch, she didn’t show it, though she blushed as he planted a soft kiss atop her palm.

Her scent was excruciating, sweet and coppery, her blood pumping through the thin veins of her wrist.

Vita.

Life.

He conversed with her all night, answering her questions and listening to her silky voice.

He led her to the alleyway as dawn approached. Not enough time. There would never be enough time.

He cupped her cheek, that soft, rosy skin, icy fingers brushing against her neck.

When she didn’t turn away, he kissed her. Her beautiful lips, full of life, full of warmth, everything he wanted and yearned for.

Sweet Vita.

Lovely Vita.

She whimpered into the kiss as he pressed his body flush with hers, her back against the stone wall.

It would never be enough.

As blue light filtered over the horizon, he left her. He could not be here when she saw the sun.

*

Lovely Vita.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. But he did it anyway.

The next time he saw her, he invited her to his home. The glint in her eye was knowing, but did not know all.

Sweet Vita. Innocent Vita.

She accepted.

Night was falling as she arrived, eyes wide at the palace before her. She had not known. Not known who he was, all that he was.

But she would learn.

They dined at the table, set with fine porcelain and crystal. They sipped wine, her cheeks with a rosy flush, her eyes hooded as she bit her lip.

He knew what she wanted. She did not know what he wanted.

He took her hand, escorted her down the long hallways.

He opened the door and pulled her inside with a kiss.

Lovely Vita.

The way her mouth parted as she whimpered, letting him in.

“Renatus,” she breathed, as his tongue ran across that lovely little neck, her tantalizing veins teasing him.

He undressed her, then himself, and laid her on the bed like a gift. A gift he could not wait to open.

“Renatus,” she breathed, as his tongue ran across her already-wet entrance, slick with need.

It was too much; it was not enough. It would never be enough.

She writhed against him, his tongue dancing across her in sensuous swirls.

He could hear her blood, hear it pounding in his ears as her thighs wrapped around his head, pulling him closer.

Beautiful Vita.

Full of life.

She gasped when he entered her, then moaned as all her limbs enveloped him.

“Renatus,” she breathed once more, her whisper prickling his skin.

“Vita,” he purred as he eyed the pulse on her neck. She was beautiful, all sage green eyes and rosy cheeks. That sweet smile.

He ran a hand through her raven hair, cupping her head as he gazed into those beautiful eyes. So sweet, so innocent, her chest heaving in time with his thrusts.

Before he could stop himself, he sank his fangs into that beautiful neck, that slender neck, so pale and smooth.

She screamed, a shrilling sound so loud it hurt his ears, but still he drank. He fucked.

He was a monster, and he always would be.

She pushed him, hit him, scratched him, but soon she grew weak.

It wasn’t enough.

He continued to drink. He continued to fuck. Long past the moment she stilled, her breath gone, her eyes closed.

He spilled his seed in her, life and death intertwined as one.

Lovely Vita.

He tore into the flesh at his wrist, red droplets dripping across satin sheets.

He brought the wound to her mouth, pressing her dead lips to his skin, making her drink.

She opened her eyes, as wide as saucers, still-stiff muscles clenched with fear.

“Why?” she asked.

“I need you,” he replied, petting her pretty hair.

He pulled her into his arms as tears rolled down her cheeks.

With time, she wrapped her arms around him, accepting his embrace, his icy touch.

With time, she would learn. She would understand. He needed her. She needed him. This is how it had to be.

Beautiful Vita.

Life, no more.

But his, forever.

#monster romance #monster fucker #dark romance #vampire lover #vampire fucker #monster lover #vampire romance #tw necrophillia #necrophilism

[sashiavi]

YES!!! YES THE BUNNY HYBRID GIRL WITH KAVEH AND HAITHAM!!!! i need more please you write so well lord pLEASE I NEED MORE

🍑•°𝙰𝚑𝚑 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝! 𝚃𝚢𝚜𝚖 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚎 𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 ;; 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 ♡

•··········🍑···········• ֪٘ ︶ ͝ ٘⏝𖹭⏝ ͝ ٘︶٘ ֪•···········🍑··········•

𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝙺𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑 𝚡 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡ Alhaitham And Kaveh Play With Their Puppy Girl♡

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: | ¹⁸⁺ | ˢᵐᵘᵗ | ᵃᶠᵃᵇ ˢʰᵉ/ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ | ᵗʰʳᵉᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ | ᵖᵒˡʸ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢʰᶦᵖ | ᴰᵘᵐᵇᶦᶠᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ | ʰʸᵇʳᶦᵈ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ | ᵃⁿᶦᵐᵃˡ ᵗʳᵃᶦᵗˢ ⁻ ᵉᵃʳˢ & ᵗᵃᶦˡ | ᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ 'ᶜᵘⁿⁿʸ' ᵃˢ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗᶦᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈ |

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ¹.⁸ᵏ

•· ֪٘ ︶ ͝ ٘⏝𖹭⏝ ͝ ٘︶٘ ֪·····.•🍑•.····· ֪٘ ︶ ͝ ٘⏝𖹭⏝ ͝ ٘︶٘ ֪·•

"Sit."

The way their sweet little puppy girl stared up at them, hearts in her eyes, flooded with nothing but absolute adoration. Her tail wags and her soft ears twitch, barely containing just how elated she felt. The ball of her heels were tucked under her bum, her weight holding herself to the floor, lounging in a cute little kneel in front of her two most favourite people. Just as her master had instructed.

"Good girl.. sweet girl," coos Kaveh, raking his hand through her hair, scritching behind her ear. A whine warbles from the back of her throat, she keens into his touch and her puppy tail wags impossibly faster. The two men sit before her, eying her over, pleased with their sweet puppy's obedience.

"Open", instructs the ever impassive Alhaitham. He presses two fingers to his sweet puppy's lips, pretty and plump, caressing them from side to side. She eagerly separates her lips, tentatively pressing her tongue to the tips of his large fingers. Alhaitham's hard gaze softens ever so subtly, a 'hmm' rumbles from his chest. His puppy visibly beams, her ears stand up against Kaveh's hand and her fluffy tail, ever so persistent, follows in suit before wagging again. Alhaitham pushes his digits into her pretty little mouth, she is eager to take them, drooling spit all over them, wanting to make her masters happy. His puppy moans sweetly around his hand, her tongue swirls slowly between the juncture of his fingers, licking up and around, coating them in hot spit. She squirms in her position, her thighs burning her core aching, yearning for any form of friction on her cunny.

"Shhh.. shh darling, you're doing such a good job.. so pretty for us... just a little bit more pretty girl.." Kaveh chimes in, his hand straying from her soft ears to the apple of her cheek, caressing her skin ever so gently.

"Such a good girl.. our precious girl," he coos again, praising his sweet puppy for behaving so well. She whines breathily on to Alhaitham's fingers, becoming drunk on the sweet words that tumble from Kaveh's soft lips. She could stay here forever, sucking on her master's fingers, sitting prettily for them while warming whatever appendages they pleased in her mouth. Alhaitham removes his fingers from her pretty mouth, a slick string of drool chasing after them. Their puppy whines flushed, dumb and fucked out just by sucking on her master's fingers. Her breath hitches and she keens, nosing at his hand for more. Alhaitham 'tuts' and brings his fingers to his own mouth, the taste of his pretty puppy's breath on his fingertips.

His cock stirs in his pants, pressing hotly against the firm material. His fingers slip from his mouth with a heated exhale, slick with both of their essence. Kaveh brings Alhaitham's wet fingers to his own lips, peppering kisses and teasing bites against his fingertips, tasting both of them on his tongue. Alhaitham groans and utters profanity, entranced with Kaveh's pretty lips, his glinting vermillion eyes testing him. Alhaitham had half a mind to take on Kaveh for his behavior, he thought otherwise however, their puppy was waiting. He slips his fingers from Kaveh, getting up from his seat and steadily situating himself behind his sweet darling puppy, who sat so nicely for him.

He slides his hand down her back, resting it upon her hip, his palm warm against her skin. She moves with the pull of his hand, situating herself on her hands and knees, cheek resting on Kaveh's thigh. Alhaitham brings his spit coated hand to his little puppy's behind, wasting no time and stuffing them into her pretty puppy cunt. His puppy pants, breathlessly whining, burying her face into her other master; Kaveh. Kaveh soothes his sweet girl, his hands return to her puppy ears, massaging sweet circles into them. He coos and praises her for being 'such a good puppy', 'what a pretty girl'.

"My sweet puppy, behaving so well, such a good puppy" Kaveh soothes. She writhes in his lap, clutching to him for comfort as her puppy cunt gets fucked by her other master's fingers. Her sweet puppy cunt drools over his fingers, clenching over the bullying pace he sets for her. The puppy girl keens, her face red hot, eyes glittering with pretty tears. Kaveh coos, praising the sweet girl for behaving so nicely. Alhaitham removes his fingers from her gushy cunny, exhaling through his teeth. His palms rest against his sweet puppy's round cheeks, pressing his wet fingers into her plush skin. He pulls them apart, exposing her pretty drooling pussy, all for him to see. She whines, and her tail stands still in embarrassment, slightly, tentatively wiggling in anticipation. Alhaitham puckers his lips slightly before spitting a hot glob of spit on to his puppy's pussy, painting her with his saliva. Her sweet tail wags faster, her toes wriggling and her body squirming in excitement. Alhaitham buries his face into her sweet puppy cunt from behind, licking and nibbling at her little clit.

His sweet puppy girl cries out, babbling and whimpering into Kaveh's lap, who soothes her so sweetly, petting her head and caressing her face. Kavehs hands never leave her, he scritches and scratches her ears, sending the most delicious shiver to her cunny. Alhaitham breathes against her core, heatedly, matching the scorching ache of her pretty clit. She nuzzles her cheek into the pretty pink tip of Kaveh's cock, her eyes doughy and dumb as she looks up at him. Kaveh sucks in a breath, exhaling shakily, tentatively, tapping his flushed head against his puppy's pretty lips. Her hot puppy breath overwhelmed him, his cock aches.

"Good girl." Alhaitham chokes out matter of factly. He licks a long stripe up his puppy's cunny, savoring the sweet taste on his tongue. He props up, kneeling behind her, his fat cock snuggling between the fold of her pretty puppy cunt. He holds the base of his cock, pushing the thick head up and down her cunny, catching her pretty clit. The puppy moans out loud, her tongue dragging against the head of Kaveh's cock, creating a delicious friction for her master. Kaveh can't resist, slapping the head of his length on her pretty tongue, his head lolls back and he chokes out a moan. Alhaitham grips his puppy's soft hips, grinding his cock against her opening, dipping his tip into her hot cunt. His puppy sobs and pushes back, trying to catch his thick cock in her cunny, have him fuck her nice and deep. Alhaitham's hold tightens, bruising his naughty puppy with his fingertips.

"Bad puppies don't get what they want," he deadpans. His palm crashes against her soft ass cheek, his puppy sobs out a garbled whine, her head tucking into Kaveh's gentle hand.

"What do you say?" Alhaitham huffs, bringing his palm down a second time. His puppy drools, her glittery eyes roll back at the contact, Kaveh nudges her softly, egging her to please her other master.

"mm.. 'm sorry.." She whines and warbles, chirping sadly into Kaveh's lap, her tail droops. Alhaitham 'hmms', his palm strokes over the red imprints he created on his sweet puppy's skin. Satisfied, he brings her drooling puppy cunt to his length, burying his cock deep into her warm cunny, bottoming out, her pretty ass pressed against him. His puppy barely chirps a sound, breathlessly whining as his cock plunges into her. Alhaitham starts his pace, fucking into her puppy cunt meanly, bullying her sweet sweet cunny with his fat cock. His pretty puppy's pussy was so wet, so excited to be used and abused by her master. Obscene gushy noises come from her cunt as he fucks into her, clapping against the skin of her behind, her slick drooling down her thighs. Kaveh watches them, the tips of his ears fire red, his cock aching so badly for his pretty puppy, he wanted some attention too. His sweet, sweet puppy girl minds him, gazing up at him prettily with a fucked out expression. She opens her mouth with a moan, drool sliding down her tongue dribbling on to the tip of Kaveh's cock. Kaveh grits his teeth, edging his sweet puppy's mouth towards his aching length, gently, petting her soft ears and cooing to her.

"That's it.. c'mon puppy, so close... so close.. put it in," Kaveh practically sings, his voice laced in honey and desperation. His pretty puppy dumbly laps at his head, licking up and down, tasting the sweet milky pre that drips from his slit. Kaveh groans out loud, his hand tightening into his sweet girl's hair, she chokes out a broken whimper. He mutters a string of apologies, petting her hair down, he tickles the skin of her cheek with his finger tips, thumbing her chin. He pinches her face softly, guiding her to his cock by her chin. Her lips pry open, she pants and moans out as Kaveh edges his cock into her mouth. His pretty puppy cries, sinking down on her master's cock, swallowing around his tip so deliciously.

Her puppy cunt gushes, Alhaitham's cock pounds her silly, fucking her cunny through her orgasm. Her sweet puppy pussy creams on his fat cock, spraying slick all over her thighs. A thick ring of white cream forms as the base of his cock, Alhaitham shudders and picks up his pace, fucking his little puppy dumb through her climax. His pace jutted her forward forcing her to throat Kaveh's thick length. Kaveh bites his lip hard, thrusting his hips up into his puppy's mouth, meeting the force of Alhaitham's thrusts through her pretty mouth. She drools and gags on his cock, clutching onto his thighs for any sort of leverage. Her ears flatten and her tail wags hard, moaning muffled by Kaveh's cock down her throat.

"Oh pretty.. s-sweet puppy... I'm going to cum... you're going to make me cum!" Kaveh cries out, his hips sloppily fucking into his puppy's warm mouth. Alhaitham groans in agreement, his hips coming close to her own, humping against her ass, grinding his cock head into her drippy puppy cunt. She chokes a whine against Kaveh's cock, the vibrations shooting through his body. Kaveh gasps, throwing his head back as he humps against his puppy's lips, his hot cum shooting down her eager throat. His puppy shallows obediently, her cheeks wet with tears, drool and cum dribble down her chin. The feeling of Kaveh's cock pumping down her throat eggs her own unsuspecting climax, her cunny clenches hard against Alhaitham, squeezing him wetly, she messes over his cock, creaming over his length.

Alhaitham heaves a moan out of his chest, he pushes his hips as far as he can, his cock pulsing into his puppy's pussy. Her cunny squeezes him so well, as she gushes and squirts on his fat cock, milking him like a good little puppy, he paints her puppy cunt white with his cum. He rocks his hips, riding out his orgasm, petting his puppy's hair, his hand nudging Kaveh's. Their little puppy wobbles, finding comfort in Kaveh's lap, nosing at his clay skin. The trio pant and swallow thickly. They caress each other sweetly, grounding one another, coming down from their golden high together.

𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜-

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐!

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[patchworkgargoyle]

i'll miss you more than anyone

Time for some Steddie yearning hours!

1.9k words, rated T for language. Angsty pining with a happy, fluffy ending. Basically unedited because I'm posing this at 1am. Forgive any wonky tenses. Now on ao3!

Title from Something About Us by Daft Punk.

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It took considerable force, but Eddie managed to wedge open the only window in his tiny, shitty apartment with a grunt and a sigh. No matter how much WD-40 he forced into it, the damn thing's determined to stick and squeal. If he didn't know any better Eddie would swear it did this just to annoy him. Stubborn piece of shit. Takes one to know one, he figured.

He let out another sigh. Leaning his elbows on the kitchen counter, he flicked his zippo open and lit a smoke, relishing that first warm draw of acridness with his eyes closed. Robin would snark at him about the fact that his lease specified no smoking, but fuck the landlord. He needed this. Eddie tilted his head back and exhaled, watching the smoke curl out and away into the darkened alley between the buildings.

The day had been… hard, to put it lightly. It was the last day of Steve's visit. He'd come to see Eddie, to explore Seattle, for a whole week. Just the two of them. It'd been so good, even if Eddie's backstabbing heart wouldn't stop hoping that the visit would end up as something more. It was stupid, a useless hope. Stubborn.

They'd meandered around Capitol Hill so Eddie could show off the first place he'd ever felt safe enough to be queer and loud about it, unable to look too long at Steve's expression of relieved pride in him. He let Eddie drag him to a few bars, introduced him to some new friends who welcomed him with open arms and pointed, knowing stares in Eddie's direction. They'd walked along the pier, doing the touristy shit, ate greasy fish and chips wrapped in newspaper and watched seals play and beg for food in the harbour. 

Hell, Eddie even let Steve drag him up to the Space Needle. It was something Eddie had refused to do when he first moved, not wanting to do something so mundane and cliché when he was trying to become a local. But of course as soon as Steve insisted he folded like wet tissue.

Now Eddie knew he'd be cursed with the image of Steve, his hair windswept, gazing out at the city with wide-eyed wonder at the sparkling sprawl of buildings as the sunset painted him in pink and golden hues.

Eddie didn't even bother looking at the city, the ocean. They couldn't ever compare.

Not for the first time that night, Eddie hung his head and rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm, wishing the image would stop fucking tormenting him. He was so fucking hopeless.

Raising his head again, he took another drag and stared up at the moon. Light pollution blotted out everything but the moon and Venus. It was the one thing he missed about Hawkins (that was a lie, always a lie), seeing the stars appear in the deep, dark blue above like all the gods took a needle to the fabric of the sky. Here, Eddie's only two stellar companions danced around each other every night. Sometimes closer, nearly touching it seemed, other times further away, locked in an eternal game of will-they-won't-they.

Tonight he only saw the lonely moon through the gap in the buildings. A waning crescent that shone bright enough that it lit up the darkness of Eddie's silent kitchen with a silvery glow. It was silly, but he held a tiny wish that Venus wouldn't be too far behind so at least Eddie would be the only lonely sad sack tonight. At least the thought made him chuckle at himself slightly.

Seeing Steve off at the airport that morning felt like Eddie was about to rip himself in two. If it weren't so public, if it weren't so risky, he might've confessed to Steve right then and there in some desperate attempt to get him to stay just a few days, hours, seconds longer. He'd dig his own heart out of his chest and offer it up on a silver platter; anything for the man that carried him out of hell. But Eddie was nothing if not a coward. They'd hugged each other tightly, just shy of too long, and Steve waved goodbye with a bittersweet smile and something shining in his eyes.

Eddie'd had to wait an hour in the airport parking lot before he was stable enough to drive back home.

Thing was, he was so fucking lonely out here. He'd moved to get away from the pitchfork-wielding, grudge-carrying people that never bought the government's cover story, to stop the vitriolic graffiti that had kept getting sprayed on Wayne's new trailer. The kids would get caught up in it too if they were caught hanging around The Freak. Eddie couldn't fucking go anywhere without keeping his head on a swivel, and it was so exhausting. He'd needed to leave. Even if it meant having to leave his family, the only people who knew the real story behind his scars and nightmares–even if it meant leaving Steve. So, it was hard, having Steve–a piece of his home, maybe even his heart–come visit and then leave after just a handful of days. Great days, but still. 

Choking out a bitter laugh, Eddie scrubbed at the tears starting to trail down his cheeks. Stupid, he was so stupid. His throat closed up around another laugh, turning it into a silent sob, a frustrated growl as he begged his stupid heart to just let it fucking go, to stop hurting, stop tantruming pathetically inside his ribcage about a man he could never have.

Just as another sob threatened to claw its way out of his chest, the phone rang. The shrill sound made him jump, nearly dropping his cigarette out the window. Swearing, he reached and pulled it over, answering.

"H'lo?" he rasped.

"Jesus, Munson, you sound rough," Steve's tinny voice replied, amused, "did I wake you up?"

The tightness in Eddie's chest burst into butterflies and he couldn't help but laugh around a sniffle. "Nah man, I was up. Shouldn't you be asleep, though? Isn't it 3am there or something?"

"Yeah, or something. Just got home though."

"Wait, what? The fuck are you calling me for, then?"

Steve chuckled. Christ, it was a great sound, filtered through endless miles of telephone lines though it was. "You told me to call when I got home safe, remember?"

"After you'd slept or something, dude, jesus christ. You didn't have to call at the ass crack of dawn."

"Well I wanted to."

Eddie mentally started stomping out the fresh butterfly swarm fluttering around in his guts. Unfortunately, he couldn't hold back the smile on his lips, wide enough that he knew Steve could hear it in his voice. So he teased, "Wow, Harrington, it's almost like you miss me or something." There was a pause.

"I do."

Sincerity weighed down Steve's words, two syllables dropping into the well of silence left in their wake. Eddie felt the ripples through his whole body, leaving stillness behind.

"Really?" Eddie whispered. He heard Steve inhale shakily and ached to be beside him again, to have him near, pull him close, feel him again.

"Yeah, Eddie. I miss you so much, it– god, it hurts," Steve said with a tiny, heartbreaking laugh.

"Fuck. I– same, Steve, I've been bawling my eyes out since this morning." His words were thick with even more tears threatening to spill but he blinked them back.

"I'm sorry."

Eddie snorted, though regretted it immediately and swiped at his nose with his sleeve. "Why're you apologising?"

"Hate knowing you're hurting too."

"Can't be helped, I'm afraid," Eddie sighed, then added quietly, nervously, "not like you could stay."

Speaking just as quietly, Steve said, "Maybe… maybe I could."

"Huh?"

"I've just, I've been thinking," Steve started, gathering steam, "for a while now but also on the flights home. It sucks that you're out there by yourself. And the kids are all graduated and leaving, and Robin and Nancy are planning on moving, and-"

Eddie's unable to help it, interrupting Steve's rambling that he definitely picked up from Robin, but he can't hold it back, hope forcing the words out. "Stevie, are you saying–?"

"UW accepted my application," Steve said. "I could move out there, get my teaching degree."

"Why?" 

The question hung in the air, all of Eddie's breathless wishes clinging to it. Steve took a steadying breath on the other end of the line.

"I have feelings for you Eddie. Might be kind of in love with you, and I really don't think it's one-sided. Should've told you at the airport."

"How did you know?" 

Chuckling, Steve said, "You're not subtle, but when I said the view from the Space Needle was beautiful, you agreed even though you never took your eyes off me."

"I wanted to tell you," Eddie said in a rush, heart in his throat, "all fucking week. I'm kind of in love with you too."

Steve laughed, full and warm, and Eddie might've collapsed with relief if he weren't leaning on the counter still. "We're idiots, huh?" Steve asked.

"Massive idiots. Complete morons. Absolute buffoons. You're telling me that we could've been kissing all week if one of us had just gotten the balls to confess?"

"Well, maybe more than just kissing." Steve's voice dropped suggestively and Eddie grinned at the bloom of desire that grew in his chest.

"A gentleman never assumes, big boy, but good to know."

A yawn echoed through the phone and the heat Eddie felt morphed into depthless fondness. "You should go sleep, Stevie."

"Probably. Gonna be wrecked for my shift tomorrow." He sighed softly. "Worth it, though."

"Worth having to pry your eyelids open while Marge berates you for letting her kid watch movies her husband rented?"

Steve snorted. "Yeah. Worth packing my bags and running off to the coast, too."

"Christ." Shaking a little, Eddie asked, "Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything." He yawned again, hard enough Eddie could hear the receiver shudder in his hand. "I wanna keep talking to you but I'm dead on my feet. Can I call you tomorrow? Please?"

"You don't have to ask, sweetheart," Eddie said, pouring his fondness into every word to make up for the fact that he couldn't be there to see Steve's gorgeous, sleepy face, to fall into bed with him and wrap him in his arms. "Hell, call me when you wake up, before you go to work. You gotta tell me how your flights went anyway."

"Uhg, right. Ask me about the lady who scoffed at me reading The Hobbit."

He scoffed. "She dares to look down upon one of the great works of literature? I don't know her but she has made a mortal enemy on this day." The tired giggle Eddie heard made him smile so wide it almost hurt.

"You're so dramatic."

"You love it."

With a contented sigh, Steve said, "Yeah, I do." Another yawn, loud this time, and Steve continued, "Good night, Eddie. I'll call tomorrow. I miss you."

"Can't wait. Miss you too, Stevie."

Eddie hung up, the receiver settling in with a click. It felt like his body was made of bubbles, or fireworks. He almost couldn't believe it, that his hopes actually came true. Steve loves him, wants to move to Seattle for him. What!?

He let out a long, loud whoop that echoed in the alleyway. A distant neighbour yelled at him to shut the fuck up, but Eddie couldn't care less. He loved Steve, who loved him back.

Grinning, he looked up at the sky again. The moon had moved on, but there, creeping over the roof of the apartments next door, Venus finally made an appearance. Laye, but still there, still following. A beautiful, shining pinprick of light, trailing in the moon's wake.

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#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #fanfic #sav scrawls stuff #am i projecting my loneliness onto my favourite blorbo? yes. thats what fandom is for #its cathartic or something #and should i have worked on my big bang fic instead? absolutely. fuck.

[milkycarnations]

Kinktober 2022

|Week Four| Homicidal Liu x afab!Reader | strip tease, mutual masturbation, begging | 752 words

kinktober masterlist | body appreciation, subby Liu/soft dom?, vibrator. sweet n' soft, edging, overstim, cum eating, there is a huge lack of sexy words, I can only legally say pussy so many times,

Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. I like soft big men.

You eyed him carefully as he slipped his shirt off. His hands looked soft and gentle and you imagined how they'd feel on you, slipping past your legs and playing with the heat between your thighs, rubbing and pinching your nipples, you thought of it all. He had lost his sweats and boxers not too long ago when he made a show of popping his dick out of them. He was so hard, his pants looked as if they had shrunk a few sizes. Now, he was resting against the footboard with his legs open, staring at you standing next to him. He was already needy: a bead of precum dripping from the tip of his cock.

"C'mon," he motioned for you, "Sit down in front of me."

You did what he asked, plopping down with your back against the headboard. You spread your legs open for him, matching his pose. You both faced each other, exposed in a way you've never been before. You took in the sight, admiring the scars lining his torso and his arms. God, he was so sexy. There was a wet spot on your panties that you knew he had noticed.

"Please, take them off. I want to see all of you," he pleaded.

Not arguing, you lifted your legs into the air and slowly tugged them off. Slick clung to the fabric. As you caught him staring, you felt your face heat up. Why had this felt more intimate than just touching each other?

Liu started to grope himself softly, his gaze fixated on your pussy. He looked drunk, eyelashes wet with frustrated tears, heavy lids, and soft moans falling from his parted lips. Occasionally, he'd glance up and make eye contact with you. He had such a needy look in his eyes - one that was asking you to touch him. You hadn't begun touching yourself yet, but you could feel your body start to tremble.

"Please, don't make me ask anymore. Play with yourself. I want to watch you." he let out a breathy moan as he started to pump his cock in his hand. You leaned over and pulled a vibrator wand out of your bedside table. Once turned on, the sound of it buzzing filled the room. Liu sped up, rutting his hips into his hand.

"Yeah, c'mon. I want you to feel good for me, baby."

You spread your fingers into a v-shape and held yourself open. Easing in, you pressed the wand against your clit gently. You were already so sensitive from at least an hour of yearning for him and touching each other through clothes. Every thrum of the wand made your hips buck involuntarily. A soft whine fell past your lips. Liu followed suit. He sounded so pretty.

"Just like that. Fuck. Please." he let his head slump back as he watched you. He seemed desperate, fucking his hand quickly and thrusting up into the air.

The vibrator made your legs tense as you worked yourself up to your orgasm. You set your feet onto Liu's legs and propped yourself up better. At this point, both of you were moaning loudly for each other.

"Fuck,"

You heard Liu blurt out, taking his hand off his cock for a moment.

"Almost came," he muttered.

He had insisted on cumming together, while you watched each other. He was holding it out, edging himself for you. You didn't want to keep him waiting any longer. You turned on a different setting, making the vibrator pulse faster. It was too much for you and you knew you were bound to cum soon.

You watched as he continued jacking himself off unprompted. It was rough and messy and he seemed impatient.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck please," he whined out your name, "please tell me you're almost there?"

You could only nod at first, wordlessly saying yes.

He threw his head back, panting.

"I'm gonna cum. I can't hold it back anymore. Cum with me please,"

As he spoke his sentences started to break up until he could barely speak. You quickly followed suit, going limp as you rode out your orgasm. After a few seconds, you turned the wand off and let yourself sink into the bed.

You noticed how Liu made a mess of his legs and stomach. You leaned forward, centering your face above his cock. Squirming beneath you, he grabbed onto your shoulders as you lapped up the cum on him.

"Think you can go for a round two?" you asked.

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[trudemaethien]

Hey, for the wip-game, I'm really interested in "real boys don't cry" and "foxdogfox", can you share something about them, please? :))))

Soooo, I keep trying to answer this and instead getting lost in my docs, editing this and that. Which is not a bad thing! But I was trying to answer quickly, oops 😂

You… have picked two porny things! The first one is from the noncon au and uh.

Fox says with a smirk, “It means, Rex, you can have sex, as long as you take it up the ass, like a real boy.”

“I am a real boy, kriff you,” Rex snaps. “Defects don’t make me fake.”

i’m sure nothing bad or disturbing or dysphoric will happen in this fic at all. 😅

…

OTOH foxdogfox is formerly a chapter of the dogmafic, which I have been poking at, but this particular chapter I am thinking of posting as a standalone. It features both Sgt Fox and Commander Fox, and of course, Dogma.

Dogma slaps his inner thigh with a sharp sound of flesh meeting. He’d suspected the show of submission was a ruse. “Mouth off again, and you can definitely forget all about getting fucked, Fox. Tell my Fox where it is, and watch your tone with me.”

Fox looks strangely triumphant. “Your Fox, hmmm?” he asks, eyes flicking behind Dogma. Dogma follows his gaze, to see Fox, his Fox, —he’d been calling them that to differentiate in his mind, and now he’s said it out loud— his Fox staring at him with a surprised but pleased expression.

Dogma stutters, “My— not, possessive, uh… Five-oh-First-Fox is just too many syllables, sooo—” he might not have noticed unless he was staring right at them at the exact right moment, but he is, so he does see the shadow of sadness cross their eyes. Stiltedly casual, Dogma tacks on, rushing and stumbling over his words, “—unless, if they did want, um, to be my— we hadn’t discussed anything like that, but we could. Not right at this moment, but yes. Probably.”

Beneath him, the asshole Fox snickers. “Gar copikla,” he says, not as nicely as Echo had the first time Dogma had heard the phrase.

Dogma still has him by the balls. “We aren’t tubies, cut it out with that ‘cute’ shit,” he snaps, distracted.

…

“Kriff,” Fox breathes. His cock jerks against Dogma’s knee as his teeth sink in. “Please rough me up.”

“So you like a little pain?” Dogma muses, sitting back. “Guess I’ll have to punish your bad behavior some other way, then.”

“Ha, I’m no wide-eyed, tube-wet cadet, boy; good luck trying to break me,” Fox sneers. “I’m not some kind of fragile delicate trinket.”

Corporal Fox returns from the fresher, lube in their hand, in time to hear the last exchange. “Maybe we should treat you like a fragile delicate trinket, sounds like you’d hate it,” they threaten laughingly.

But Dogma sees the conflicted look of mingled apprehension and desire flash across Commander Fox’s face. “Yeah, babe, that's perfect,” he states, grinning with just an edge of malice. Fox shudders in his hold. This is definitely going the way he wants.

Fox quickly strips off the rest of their clothes and climbs back onto the bed. “Babe,” they tease Dogma, amused, and kiss him sweetly. They turn and comb gentle fingers through the Silver Fox’s grey-streaked curls, and lean down to kiss him too, upside down.

Fox yearns into the kiss for a second before he reverts to contrary and resistant. He turns his face away from Fox, pursing his lips and closing his eyes in denial. Dogma is quick to take their place, pressing his mouth softly to each of Fox’s eyelids and stroking fingers up the length of his throat.

You get excerpts because these are really close to done …. hopefully that close is measured in time and not anything else 😅😅😅

#ask answered #fanfiction #wip title game #wip title tag game

[dyrewrites]

Weald and Wen - i don't care that i already shared a snip today, you're getting another

As the cyan-streaked shadows dissipated, blush stalks and violet light greeted Faerai, met soon by wet moss and a canopy of wide, colorful caps.

Gormwoods, Mitra’s words flitted through her thoughts, with a wave of fear for the little light, we are back in the Wen.

Her rucksack remained tight against her side despite the swift exit from the Darklands, but the strap bit hard and she had to pry it loose from moss silks and fur before looking around.

Delgrij was not beside her.

Ozma neither.

And Faerai’s freshly rustled fur stood on end, smoothing as she found her shadow at her feet. It was stretched thin but rippling taut...leading into nearby brush.

She sighed then asked after it, irritation coloring her tone, “Da, come out.”

Ozma slunk from the brush on all fours, its head bowed low and eyes flickering.

But Faerai was not finished, “We not know why da choose now, but know why pull Delgrij with and trap in deepwoods.”

Ozma shrank in her accusation, its eyes stuttering dim and low on its shadowed face.

“Da grips jealous memories too tight,” Faerai continued and it rippled as she sighed, “Delgrij not steal papa, and not steal us. Delgrij is friend and da needs to let jealous memories go.”

Ozma spiked, raising its snout high as its eyes burned brighter.

“Let. Go,” Faerai insisted.

Ozma spiked again, wriggling its head up and down and side to side but Faerai held its gaze, hers burning hotter. And, after another ripple and another wriggle, it cooled and slipped closer to nuzzle its apology.

“Elleyfen, da,” She sang to it, petting its shadowed head, “We understand how hard it is to share love, but papa would not want you to hold this pain,” she narrowed her eyes then and added, “or act so rough with one he care for.”

“Sprout!” Delgrij’s voice broke through the large fronds growing between the stalks, terrified and cracked, and Faerai raced toward it. 

Then Faerai snuggled up in the moss beside and poked him with an elbow, “Delgrij shiny?”

A few strides through the brush, his silks ragged and slaked in moss, she found him. And, though he jerked away first, he returned her embrace just as tight, with ichor beading in his eyes. 

“Delgrij shiny,” He repeated and, picking moss off his silks, said in a hushed tone, “the pebble must not know I said that.”

“Need find Mitra first,” She whispered.

“We do,” He agreed and the memory of the howling Auru shuddered through his bark, “but I am certain the Auru we were to follow are...gone.”

“Nothing take,” she said, too easily, too certain.

“That is likely, given their cries,” he told the brighter light of the fungal canopy, his eyes and bark yearning for the sweet dim of the Darklands, “Then again, I assumed that darkness took me. Can we be certain that–”

“Da save us,” Faerai clipped, “Not save hunters.”

Delgrij nodded and eyed the sprout’s shadow, reaching a shaking branch out as it tilted its wisping head towards him. As his fingers met that shadowed fur, not sticking or burning, the shadow’s eyes flickered up at him and he pulled back. “A–About your shadow...”

She watched Ozma slink closer to Delgrij’s branches; wriggling for another touch. And the glow of its eyes itched beneath her skin. With shame it itched, shame not truly her own but shared as fully as she shared all else with her shadow.

She answered with that shame warbling her voice, “We not know how da take Delgrij...but know why.”

“A beat, sprout,” Delgrij asked as he looked away, searching the crowded stalks before he rose from the wet moss and took a seat on a wide, and dry, cap set low to the ground. Then he patted beside him and Faerai scrambled up.

“Da have trouble with Orn too, when Orn and papa grow close,” she explained, once settled, and Ozma rippled on the ground beneath them as she continued, “would trip and bite and play tricks but not, not...that. We are...sorry, for da.”

“Ah, so this is that nuefey again?” He asked.

Faerai smiled at his use of ladysong, how perfectly he sang her word, before she said, “Yes. We should have warned. Da tell us in cap, in not many words, that Delgrij is niphyet.”

“Oh, oh, I know that one,” He perked as a strange twinkle took his eyes, “Ozmanei referred to me as that so often that I begged Naunni to translate. It means love stealer, correct?”

The chuckle spilled before she could trap it, but she nodded and said, “Yes, is love stealer, but it is wrong, and we tell da it is wrong. Delgrij is not niphyet. Cannot steal what is given.”

“Wait...given? Naunni and I never,” Delgrij stopped as Faerai pointed to his slingbag, “What?”

“The cloth,” she said simply.

Taking the fur cloth out, he presented it to her and she pointed to the swirling script sewn into it. But Delgrij scoffed at the implication, “No, he explained these words. It says, ‘to my closest friend’, a harmless gift.”

But the sprout’s eyes suggested otherwise.

As did her small smile and quiet voice, “ 'For he whose laughter shames the Song,’ ” She looked at her shadow then, rippling in its bestial form and added, “Papa compare Delgrij to Song and use personal words. This is not easy thing for Fyrni. Those words are...special, meant only for family...and bonds.”

Delgrij stared then, at the cloth, at the words he thought he knew, the love he thought unrequited as he asked, “And what are personal words?”

“Papa call Delgrij ‘he’,” she said and took his branches in her paws to force his eyes to hers, “Papa cared for you very much.”

Those beading tears spilled, if only a drop or two, and he gazed again at the cloth, at the fur, still so soft and vibrant despite the ages apart from its owner, “That does warm the memories we shared,” then he eyed her shadow, “and explains the ire.”

“Memories all we have,” she said, smiling yet unable to wring the whimper from her voice. 

“No, no sprout,” Delgrij soothed, gesturing to Ozma, “He is here, right here in the protective glare of your shadow. Those eyes are nothing if not Ozmanei's and Naunni…is here,” he offered her the fur cloth, holding it flat in his branches, “I watched him stitch it, you know. An unbelievable sight, I hardly believed he could accomplish such fine sewing with those…gigantic paws.” Faerai laughed behind her lips, spilling her own tears and Delgrij smiled at their shimmer as he pressed the cloth into her paws, “It should be yours.”

But she would not take it, “Is Delgrij’s gift,” she said, then her pupils flared, sudden and bright and her ears popped upright, swiveling as she shouted, “Hunter!”

And before he could ask, before he could shout back, she was gone; barreling on all fours into the stalks.

#writeblr #snippet #novel #writing #weald and wen #darkfantasy #nonhuman #i may never explain the relationship between delgrij and naunni outright #but it makes me happy #so there's a lot of it sprinkled about in the story #even if it has absolutely nothing to do with the plot

[lemontsumu]

“Why is Tsumu-chan sobbing on the floor hugging our niece like a tragic heroine from an action drama?”

“Dunno. Ask his husband”

“That’s your brother.”

“Yer problem now, though.”

Hajime lunges forward to sit upright with a soft sigh, but the way the corner of his mouth slightly cants, fondness making itself apparent between half-bitten lips, doesn’t escape the couple’s view.

Tooru giggles as he snuggles into Osamu’s neck, watching his childhood friend walk over to his two darlings and kneels on the ground to console the crying bride as if the final cut of a movie scene. “Iwa-chan is such a secret sap.”

Osamu chuckles, quick to agree. “But he’s a Miya now, remember?”

“Oh, my bad! Iwa-Miya-chan is such a secret sap,” he corrects himself.

Osamu shakes his head but indulges his quips anyway, rough hands sliding underneath Tooru’s shirt to squeeze his sides before making a home on the cant of Tooru’s waist.

Airi lets out an adorably ticklish laugh, a right and reedy thing, mirroring Atsumu’s joy when he’s not in tears.

(For the umpteenth time, Tooru inwardly thanked all the Japanese and Argentinian gods for blessing his niece with hair prevalently of the Miya genes instead of…well, you know.)

“So?”

Hajime heaves a deep exhale. Then, “Airi saw a little kid trip over the side of the street so she ran over to the boy, and…what did you do, sweetheart?”

“Airi helped him up and asked, “are ya okay, corazóncito?” she knits his thick brows in focus as she reenacts the earlier encounter.

“Aww, my corazóncita is such a kind girl!” Tooru gasps and launches himself from his husband chest, capturing the ball of sunshine in a tight embrace. “I think she’s ready to become a big sister,” Tooru, the menace, suggests, wiggling brows.

Airi gapes, genuinely in awe, eyes twinkling as she looks back at his Papa. A wordless plea that sends warmth blooming in Hajime’s chest.

As if on cue, Atsumu finally joins them, all calmed down and freshened up; he rests on top of his husband, still sniffling, a roll film of the future flashing in Hajime’s mind as he meets Atsumu’s honey stare. “I think so too.”

Atsumu tilts his head in wonder.

Hajime doesn’t let him in on his daydream, only kisses the pout off wet lips.

And if Tooru notices Osamu getting teary-eyed on the other end of the sofa with a familiar yet foreign gaze that’s half yearning and half endeared, he pretends not to notice and decides to tease him in bed later.

Tooru cuddles the little girl tighter, lovingly musing she’d be the most caring big cousin too.

#haikyuu!! #hq drabbles #miya atsumu #miya osamu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaatsu #osaoi

[rorapostsbl]

🍄 whispers of the heart, untold. (part 3, finale.)

- rambheem -

( i love them sm cannot believe this is coming to an end 😭 hopefully i do the ram's pov justice here bcz i was in bheem's pov & it's easier for me to visualise idk??? )

━ ━ 🌟 ━ ━

the past hour or so had been a blur for ram. all he really processed was bheem, his sturdy hands carefully holding him above as they fought their way through troops.

they escaped towards the jungle, to buy some time for them before it all inevitably went down. ram's lidded eyes were focused on only one thing — bheem.

he was beautiful, even when he was all sweaty and panicked. ram's lips curled upwards as he remembered all the times they'd spent together, drifting off to another world momentarily as the jungle's calmness enveloped him.

he eyed bheem, saw his concerned eyes, lines prominent under them, brows knit up, lips bitten as he wrapped ram up in the cloth, skin tingling as they came in contact with eachother.

ram found himself yearning for those set of dark eyes to meet his own — they did a moment after. bheem looked up, unable to stop himself — even as he tried to remind himself of ram and sita's relationship — only to find ram's gaze hyperfocused on him.

bheem flushed, quickly looking down as he murmured "we'll get out of here soon, anna" and he scurried off to wash his burning face with cold water.

ram's lips curled into a lazy smile, satisfaction purring inside of him as he saw bheem go off towards the stream nearby, hands fidgeting — a habit he picked up on whenever he was flustered or nervous.

ram clenched his teeth when he sensed the british troops close in around them slowly. it was now or never.

he got up, muscles jumping in protest, which he vehemently ignored — grabbing the bow and arrow and setting off towards the unguarded bheem.

━ ━ 🌟 ━ ━

they both lay on the ground, away from the city, hidden by the canopy of trees that lay thick and steady, as if to protect them from any outside harm.

it took awhile to regain the energy they had lost — before they got up and went to the nearby stream, dipped themselves in and staying in the freezing water as their muscles felt relief. ram propped himself up against the rock he found.

silence surrounded them, but bheem was thinking so loud, ram could hear it from how far away he was. he wished for bheem to go back to how he was before all this — carefree of his actions.

it almost felt as if the younger had to think of every little thing around ram before he even moved a finger.

ram knew, there was no way he couldn't know. it was clear as day, as clear as his own feelings — bheem too returned them. but. there was always a 'but' that stopped them both.

ram lost track of time, dozing off again under the peaks of sunrays and the sweet cuckoos of birds around. bheem seemed to notice, but he didn't say a word.

once bheem was sure his anna was asleep, he waddled near ram, taking a second to assess the elder.

he'd grown his beard, his hair a sloppy mess around his face, sticking to the skin due to it being wet.

bheem bit his lip, hand coming up and almost in a butterfly - like touch, he tucked the strands away, abit happy seeing his anna's face clearly.

he watched ram sleep, eyes shut and mouth falling open slightly, puffs of air coming out. he must be tired, bheem could tell.

his anna needed a good washing up, grease stuck to his hair, cuts littering his body and face — they could get infected, bheem worriedly thought.

just in time, bheem felt footsteps approach them, again. this time though, their was excited chatter accompanying it, and bheem relaxed as he felt his family come. he glanced one last time at ram, and then swimmed away, immediately getting out of the stream before his family arrived with malli.

━ ━ 🌟 ━ ━

it was, inevitably time to talk about what all had happened between ram and bheem.

bheem had clearly misunderstood alot between sita and ram, leaving ram flabbergasted when he cleared his throat and told that sita should sleep with ram.

"why?" demanded ram, eyes furrowed as a frown took over his lips.

bheem nervously looked at sita, seeing her shake her head at what he'd said abruptly, bheem started to backtrack. maybe he— he misunderstood?

"why, bheema?" ram pressed on.

"because, uh, you, you both are lover- lovers?" bheem reasoned, though it sounded more like a question.

ram sighed as sita patted his back and looked one last time at bheem, in that strange way which told bheem that she knew. and went back to the clearing where temporary tents were set up and every one was now sleeping.

she knew way beyond she spoke of. it scared bheem. had he offended her? bheem didn't know.

"anna- did i offend-?" the question died in his throat halfway as ram stood up, making his way beside bheem and settling down on the piece of wood they'd taken as their seater.

ram stared at bheem with a glint in his eyes, studying the delicate features of his and enjoying how the younger's nervous eyes flickered everywhere but at him.

"bheema," ram began slowly, his voice dripping with honey as he lulled the younger into him. it always worked, as bheem's eyes snapped onto his.

"me and sita aren't lovers. i love someone else." ram slowly whispered the words out for the world to hear.

bheem seemed tormented, before looking up again with a question in his demeanor.

"you want to know who this person is?" ram voiced out the question for him, a smile threatening to break out.

butterflies took over his stomach as he tried to work his way through the knot in his throat.

with much courage, he leaned sideways, shivering when he locked eyes with bheem to see him tracing each of his moves. he leaned until he was pressed right against bheem's ear.

goosebumps broke out on bheem's skin, making ram finally smile fondly.

before he could get lost in the distinctive earthy scents of bheem, he whispered,

"it's a boy. his name is bheem, i love him very much."

the next moments passed in a flurry. bheem's shocked gasp, ram's gentle smile and assurance, and finally —

ram situated bheem on his lap, somehow. arms around his waist and bheem's perched up on his shoulders as the younger peered down at ram, with a cute blush covering the tips of his ears.

ram leaned up, eyes locked with bheem's as he closed the distance between them.

and oh, oh. it was sweeter than anything ram had ever imagined.

━ ━ 🌟 ━ ━

the next morning, they woke up at noon. ram was woken up to commotion as bheem searched around for something. the tent they had been sleeping in was open — cold air rushing in as bheem stepped in and out of the tent.

before he could ask what the matter was, bheem turned around and squeaked seeing ram awake.

whatever has happened to bheem, ram's sleep addled brain wondered, before his eyes wandered down the muscled chest, grinning at the love bites littered everywhere.

possessive bastard, he was.

the desperate need lit up inside him like fire, as he streched himself awake, hiding his smile away from bheem as he stood there, not knowing what to do.

ram got up and stalked closer, and impatient longing to have bheem back in his arms overpowering every other rational thought as he wrapped his arms around bheem's waist and pulled him close until they were pressed together.

"good morning, my love" ram muttered, as he hid his face in the cavicle dip, pressing kisses and running his hands throughout bheem's back.

"if you consider noon as morning, good morning anna" came back the snarky reply, though it carried no heat.

bheem had, himself woken up not long ago, barelled himself headfirst into "ohmygodwhatjusthappened" before heading out and being greeted with knowing looks and winks.

cheeky laughter followed him as he took a bath and headed back to their tent, set away from the rest of the group on purpose to give the couple some much needed privacy.

ram chuckled, as he raised his head, eyes searching for his beloved's. when all he got was nervous flickers of eyes, he gave into his yearning and pressed his lips onto bheem's, the all-consuming fierce want filling them both again.

it seemed to do the trick as bheem quickly looked up, surprised, to find ram's eyes already waiting to greet him.

ram melted all over again, lips locked and hearts joined.

━ ━ 🌟 ━ ━

ram was nervous. bheem noticed it right away, the uncharacteristic chatter he seemed to take up, his calm and composed aura was disturbed.

bheem tried not to think of it as ram being nervous to meet his tribe — in a negative way. maybe the elder was overwhelmed?

they'd decided to take up horses to ride towards his tribe deep within the jungles, peddanna with malli leading the way, jangu and lachu behind, ram and bheem at the very last.

bheem urged ram to come and meet his tribe, as they needed to know who had saved malli as well. ram had profusely denied, urging they go without him and he'd take sita to her home and meet bheem later.

bheem didn't want to push his anna but at the same time he really wanted to show his tribe...his loved one.

though now he doubted whether ram would be comfortable being introduced as bheem's partner.

they stopped for a break mid-way, and bheem decided, that it was now or never.

he approached ram, smiling when their hands automatically connected and their bodies gravitated towards eachother.

"are you nervous, anna?" bheem gently asked, rubbing circles on the elder's thumb.

when no reply came, he continued, "we could just not tell them, if it makes you uncomfortable."

even if it'd sting abit to introduce ram as a friend, he'd do it. it wasn't worth being introduced as eachother's lovers at the cost of ram's comfort.

ram exhaled heavily, an unpleasant dread settling in at the thought of his actual fear.

squeezing bheem's hand, he softly admitted, "it's not that. i am just scared they won't...accept me or see me fit for you."

what followed was bheem's continuous assurances of the tribe loving him no matter what he thought — until he had to shut the other up with a damning kiss on his lips, which left bheem's eyes hazy.

━ ━ 🌟 ━ ━

tags -

@rambheem-is-real @rambheemisgoated @sinistergooseberries @thewinchestergirl1208 @yehsahihai @ronnoxandlumoss @eremin0109 @prdnya-blog @bromance-minus-the-b @mikabilis @obsessedtoafault

( lmk if u want to be tagged/do not want to be tagged in my upcoming rambheem fanfics 🐧 )

a/n; i REALLY wish this was nice to read and not TOOOOOOO long. tbh, i am not satisfied because there wasn't enough kissing AT ALL. i wanted to write smexy times but i'll have to read up if there's any rules/warnings here to give before doing that....cuz i am new 💀👍

ALSO !! i am open to prompts, but might only write those i take a personal writing to.

#ram charan #jr ntr #rambheem #desiblr #bheem #rrr #alluri sitarama raju #komuram bheem #gay fellas #happy ending finally #fluff served in a gold platter #thank u for putting up with this mess

[s-talking]

there's a shadow in the corner of his gaze and the sensation of waves crashing against his frame, pulling against his limbs and aching where they've touched. never present / never ending, there's salt in his scars and a burning in his lungs but nothing bites sharper than the disappointment that rings with the voice so synched with the pulse in his ears ----- ' do you expect anything else if you cannot even swim against this? perhaps your life will prove a more valuable reward to studiousness. ' ---- until everything becomes too much and he finds himself slipping under, water knocking through every available spot as he open his throat in a failed attempt to scream. but there's no one here to listen, the shadow on the surface merely retreating, a sudden wish for help the only reoccurring thought and the more he attempts to follow it ----- crash! the reality of waves only dragging him further down, becoming his chains; presenting him as nothing more than a heavy lump that will no doubt sink to the bottom of the floor. drowning, drownee; his eyelids are still wet once he closes them and he can't be certain if it's the ocean or his tears that become the raging force behind it, allowing the warmth to take over his cold in something more solid and ----

he finds himself awake, body lifted from it's usual uncomfortable position in his attempts to cling onto something to tug against the imaginary chains that never truly managed to hold him; his head pressed into a shoulder more still than his would-be heartbeat and he considers uttering an apology but it's the least reoccurring thought in his mind at the moment ---- waking up; is the highlight. wondering how he ended up like this, all tight limbed and glassy eyed on the mans shoulder, is the reprieve. he can trick himself into thinking he hasn't been as bad as he thinks, that maybe the nighttime darkness will dim the reality of his situation but for how long they've come to know each other, he knows envy can't be fooled so easily; he doesn't need the light to tell him somethings wrong.

❛   shit.   ❜  he mutters, a sudden break from the silence he tries to pour himself in. shit, shit, shit. ❛   you don't mind ... if we stay like this for now, right?   ❜ / thank you for indulging me this is so long but im!!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 about that certain moment of silence people feel when their whole life comes crushing down, & tried to imagine what ayato must have felt when he discovered that his mother never really loved him, that the long years of punishment & abuse were merely a stepping stone meant for another, & that his entire worth, the very meaning of it, could be so easily crushed... much like that castle made of sand. most of our life's misfortunes come pretty quickly, so quickly, in fact, that we barely even have time to react but for ayato sakamaki? ohh, that misfortune was most certainly his entire existence. you'd be surprised what else you can learn by just watching. that poor, sweet, innocent thing... he used to hide from his mother, you know? he'd hide in a closet, & wait. the sheer thought of being drowned alive scaring him half to death but, even so, the boy still yearned to be loved. so much so, he sometimes uses that very same closet to hide even to this day & for some strange reason, not once did he ever notice the little love note most viciously carved on the inner side of the wall; ɎØ U ȺɌ Ɇ NO Ŧ Ⱥ ŁØ N Ɇ.

pretty reassuring, isn't it? envy had spent almost five months studying every aspect of his life, just digging & digging into the rabbit hole only for his own darkness to grow bigger ── far more twisted & hungry ── resonating ever so deeply with the horrors found within. after all, it's all connected to love, in the end. they both had their fair share of it. they both had yearned enough to kill & no matter who or what crossed their path, nothing could ever get in the way so that makes them technically soulmates, right? a pair of vile monsters destined to come together & fulfill each other's longing, indulging in every dark secret instead of just stashing it away. this is precisely why he'd left that message, & why he's here tonight; to let the other know.

to ' help ' him understand.

still, for just a moment ── that very fraction of a second in which ayato sat up ── envy honestly believed that he was going to dart out of bed & flee, that he'd never see him again, but the young vampire pressed in tight... allowing for envy's cold hands to reach for him in the shadows. they felt him tremble softly. so sweetly vulnerable, so terribly, terribly exposed. he could barely even sit up as they hugged, painting a wide, devilish smile 'pon those murderous lips. oh, no. no. he wouldn't even dream of moving. not when ayato is begging to be saved.

❝ shhh.... ❝ so the little killer hushes, his sharp fangs glimmering wickedly in the dark, ❝ shhhh... hush now... ❝ pushing the other slowly down, envy towers over & with one hand resting next to ayato's head, proceeds to wipe away the falling tears. the touch being strikingly gentle yet cold, but no more than the putrid gaze that suddenly weights down 'pon the vampire, peering right into his quivering soul.

❝ . . . . . ❝

a long moment of silence ensues just then, followed by the black nailed fingers slowly brushing their way into a sea of red hair, so delicately crowning those porcelain features. they are breathtakingly gorgeous & divine, & shall be forever. isn't that wonderful? with that amount of time, ayato & him will surely become like two birds of a feather & the whole world as we know it shall burn at their feet. what the other really needs now is a little push, a little reassure, ( if not some good old discipline, ) making the little killer lower with curiosity & vice, bit by bit pressing their hips together before propping up on both elbows for support.

right there & then, he whispers to him softly, muttering in a low, dark, almost purring tone, ❝ you can... never... get rid of me... ❝ only for the wicked smile to fade, & just like that, seal those nightmares with a slow, most haunting kiss.

#// ayato corruption ark? ayato corruption ark. #envy saw into his dark past & instead of letting it burn #he wishes to nourish the flames #& for ayato to embrace them much like he did #to stand above any fear as well as those who oppose him #becoming envy's perfect partner in crime. #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

[captainhoothoot]

#sakuatsu  

Day 02: Mating Bites | “Fuck me already”

Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022

⚠️ CW: nsfw

"Behave."

It was a simple command, but all it took for Atsumu's knees to buckle under his weight.

Looking up from where he knelt, he met Sakusa's dark onyx eyes brimming with want, desire and lust.

He found himself tearing his gaze away, heat coloring his cheeks, unable to face the fervent hunger brooding in those orbs.

How long had he yearned for Sakusa to look at him in this light?

Body quivering, Atsumu watched the alpha stride towards him purposefully with a confident air of poise, power. Every living cell in his body was telling him to present on his fours, but he was under Sakusa’s alpha command.

Amidst the anticipation, blood surging through his veins and heart hammering against his chest, there was a wave of calm from the rich, intoxicating pheromones of sandalwood and bergamot, and Sakusa’s touch- long, dexterous fingers weaving through his hair gently. 

The calm did not last for long. 

Not when the grip in his hair suddenly tightened, and his head was yanked back. Not when Sakusa leaned into his ear and whispered ‘mine’ possessively.  Not when teeth sank into the juncture of his shoulder, just shy of his mating glands, a promise of what was to come.

A cry that sounded more like a long, drawn out whine emitted from Atsumu’s parted lips.

"Omi-"

"Be quiet," Sakusa spoke lowly, inhaling the sweet scent of the omega’s pheromones- peaches with a hint of cinnamon, lips curving into a knowing smile when Atsumu’s petulant whine fell short, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palms.

Forced to swallow his words and meet the intensity of Sakusa's stare, heat pooled in his belly. A wet trail of slick leaked down his thighs. Atsumu knew he wanted this- to be taken apart by the alpha before him. Mated, bonded, bred.

Sakusa was the only alpha he'd wanted.

Atsumu had mustered the courage to ask Sakusa out on dates. Beamed when the alpha agreed begrudgingly, ears red in embarrassment. He had gone as far as to tease the dark haired alpha on the court and behind closed doors.

When all else failed, Atsumu appeared by the alpha’s doorway during his heat leave, preheat consuming him, tears clinging to his lashes. 

A part of him always feared that Sakusa found him unattractive- he was the unconventional omega. Brash, confident, tall and strong, Atsumu possessed none of that sweetness and gentleness regular omegas did. Maybe that was why the alpha never caved into his advances. 

On this occasion however, he found some success-

Sakusa had dragged him into his den with a sense of urgency upon seeing Atsumu all teary eyed, smelling sweeter than nectar. Dripping between his thighs, an umated omega in heat, served on a silver platter for an alpha to take.

Atsumu was oblivious to how the alpha had long felt about him. An equally hungry desire to take, mark and breed, Sakusa had only held back in fear that it wasn't the right time.

Not that it mattered anymore.

Not when there was the omega of his dreams right in front of him, smelling sweet and ripe for the taking. 

"Already?" Sakusa teased, nostrils flaring at the scent of sweet slick pooling between parted knees.

Releasing his grip to rub Atsumu's cheek, a burst of affection shot through his chest when the omega bit his lower lip, looking slightly coy, before nodding. Leaning into Sakusa’s touch, Atsumu allowed a finger, followed by two, to delve into the wet heat of his mouth.

Fighting back his gag reflex, he swallowed around the slick digits obediently, eyelashes fluttering shut.

"Good boy," Sakusa murmured fondly, chest rumbling.

Fingers curling, pushing deeper into the tight heat of Atsumu’s throat, a sense of gratification surging through his veins at the sight of the pretty, docile, blonde kneeling before him. 

"So honest. Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Alpha will give it to you."

Atsumu's eyes sparkled, clarity amidst the haze of his heat. He smirked slyly, staring up at the alpha he'd been chasing after for years. 

"Fuck me already. I've waited long enough, don't you think? Wouldn't want another alpha to get their hands on me."

Sakusa growled, eyes darkening at the challenge. 

"Don't test me, Atsumu. I won't just fuck you. I'll take my time with you. Mark you, fill you up with my cum and breed you full of my pups. You're mine." 

A whimper of approval tumbled out of Atsumu's chest.

Eyes glazing over, his heat took reins. Atsumu presented on his fours for his alpha's taking.

And Sakusa did more than take, teeth sinking into the back of Atsumu's nape, sheathing himself into his omega's wet heat with a low, pleased growl. 

"Mine."

#sakuatsu #haikyuu!! #hq writing #hq omegaverse #hqomegaverseweek2022 #hq oneshot #hq smut

[foxprince90]

The Poem referenced in Chapter 10 of Serpentine Shadows:

At Dawn

BY ALFRED NOYES

O Hesper-Phosphor, far away

    Shining, the first, the last white star,

Hear’st thou the strange, the ghostly cry,

That moan of an ancient agony

From purple forest to golden sky

    Shivering over the breathless bay?

It is not the wind that wakes with the day;

    For see, the gulls that wheel and call,

    Beyond the tumbling white-topped bar,

Catching the sun-dawn on their wings,

    Like snow-flakes or like rose-leaves fall,

Flutter and fall in airy rings;

    And drift, like lilies ruffling into blossom

   Upon a golden lake’s unwrinkled bosom.

Are not the forest’s deep-lashed fringes wet

With tears? Is not the voice of all regret

    Breaking out of the dark earth’s heart?

She too, she too, has loved and lost; and we—

We that remember our lost Arcady,

Have we not known, we too,

The primal greenwood’s arch of blue,

The radiant clouds at sunrise curled

Around the brows of the golden world;

The marble temples, washed with dew,

To which with rosy limbs aflame

The violet-eyed Thalassian came,

Came pitiless, only to display

How soon the youthful splendour dies away;

    Came, only to depart

Laughing across the gray-grown bitter sea?

For each man’s life is earth’s epitome,

And though the years bring more than aught they take,

Yet might his heart and hers well break

Remembering how one prayer must still be vain,

    How one fair hope is dead,

    One passion quenched, one glory fled,

With those first loves that never come again.

How many, how many generations,

    Have heard that sigh in the dawn,

When the dark earth yearns to the unforgotten nations

    And the old loves withdrawn,

Old loves, old lovers, wonderful and unnumbered

    As waves on the wine-dark sea,

’Neath the tall white towers of Troy and the temples that slumbered;

    In Thessaly?

From the beautiful palaces, from the miraculous portals,

    The swift white feet are flown!

They were taintless of dust, the proud, the peerless Immortals

    As they sped to their loftier throne!

Perchance they are there, earth dreams, on the shores of Hesper,

    Her rosy-bosomed Hours,

Listening the wild fresh forest’s enchanted whisper,

    Crowned with its new strange flowers;

Listening the great new ocean’s triumphant thunder

    On the stainless unknown shore,

While that perilous queen of the world’s delight and wonder

    Comes white from the foam once more.

When the mists divide with the dawn o’er those glittering waters,

    Do they gaze over unoared seas—

Naiad and nymph and the woodland’s rose-crowned daughters

    And the Oceanides?

Do they sing together, perchance, in that diamond splendour,

    That world of dawn and dew,

With eyelids twitching to tears and with eyes grown tender,

    The sweet old songs they knew,

The songs of Greece? Ah, with harp-strings mute do they falter

    As the earth like a small star pales?

When the heroes launch their ship by the smoking altar

    Does a memory lure their sails?

Far, far away, do their hearts resume the story

    That never on earth was told,

When all those urgent oars on the waste of glory

    Cast up its gold?

    Are not the forest fringes wet

    With tears? Is not the voice of all regret

    Breaking out of the dark earth’s heart?

    She too, she too, has loved and lost; and though

    She turned last night in disdain

         Away from the sunset-embers,

    From her soul she can never depart;

    She can never depart from her pain.

    Vainly she strives to forget;

    Beautiful in her woe,

         She awakes in the dawn and remembers.

[marvelouspeterparker]

peter whispering in readers ear and realizing it makes her 💦 bc of his spidey senses and then using that to his advantage for like a whole day till reader is totally wrapped around his finger/willing to do anything to do anything bc she wants peter sooo bad and then some dom!peter action🤩🤩

 both reader and peter are 18+ in here !! 

this is lowkey filthy btw––and dedicated to @peterspideysstuff because she fueled my peter needs yesterday

it all started before first period when you were getting your things from your locker. peter snuck up behind you and slid his hands around your waist. you could feel his body heat as he pressed up behind you innocently, leaning his head over your shoulder to press a kiss on your cheek and greet you good morning. 

“hi princess.” you jumped slightly and straightened up, not because you were scared, but because of how silky his voice sounded in the morning. and fuck––that nickname. it’s like he was doing it on purpose. but no, he was just being your sweet, caring boyfriend. 

“h––hi pete.” you sighed, leaning into his embrace and he swayed side to side with you a couple times, his arms enveloping you tightly. 

“y’look so pretty today baby.” 

then in chemistry second period when peter leaned over to ask you if you were still coming over to his place after school. he set a hand on your thigh to get your attention, and the way his soft fingertips dug into your skin sent tingles all through your body. you were too stunned to even react properly. your legs immediately shut, trapping his hand between them and you heard him laugh quietly before whispering in your ear, his soft breath cascading down the side of your neck. he slid his hand down further and gripped your thigh tighter. 

“you still coming over later? may won’t be home.” 

you turned to look at him, but instead of being met with a smirk, you saw a soft smile on his face––huh, maybe he really didn’t know what he was doing to you.

“uh yeah, yeah of course,” you managed a smile and peter’s stretched out even more. 

“great!” he turned back to his work and after a few moments you felt his breath hit your ear again and you gasped. “you gonna give me my hand back any time soon, darling?”

your brows furrowed in confusion but a quick squeeze of your thigh reminded you that his hand was still trapped between your legs. “o––oh!” you opened your legs and he slid his hand off slowly, keeping contact with your skin until the last point possible. “sorry,” you mumbled, looking back at your work.

peter scanned your body, your composure, you were tense, your thighs shut tightly together––he could also smell you thanks to his heightened senses. there was no doubt about it––you were more than turned on. he kissed your cheek, enjoying the way your eyes widened slightly, “you’re so cute.”

you shrunk down in your seat and hid your face in your palm, resting your elbow on the table to try and calm down and focus on your work and peter couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

luckily for him, but unluckily for you, you both had all your classes together today, which meant peter was using this to his advantage––and yours too eventually.

he spent every moment he could, leaving lingering hands on you when no one was looking, kissing your cheek, whispering in your ear––things he very well could have said out loud at full volume just to rile you up. he could tell you were getting wetter and needier, and more submissive. 

when lunch came around, you were stuck to him like glue, trays side by side on the lunch table. your legs were intertwined with his, one leg crossed over his thigh as you ran the toe of your shoe up and down his calf. he had to straighten up and clear his throat a few times to calm himself down. 

everyone couldn’t help but notice how affectionate you were being––and they couldn’t not. the most pda you and peter would ever engage in was him kissing your knuckles, or kissing each others cheeks. this was new territory. 

no one was going to say anything of course, it was sort of an unspoken agreement. but of course flash had to break said agreement.

“you might as well sit in his lap, you know.” he was joking, of course. but it still took you by surprise. 

you looked up at flash with slightly wide eyes then up at peter. you were met with a cheeky smirk and him patting his thigh invitingly. 

you shrugged and maneuvered your way into his lap, lounging your legs sideways as you sat on his thigh and hid your face in his neck, leaving small kisses on his skin. peter rubbed your back gently and you practically purred, curling further into him. he made sure to glare at flash, daring him to say something else––he backed off immediately. 

peter left a small kiss on your cheek but before he pulled away he whispered “such a cute little thing you are.” you couldn’t help but whimper into his neck and you felt him smile as he went back to his conversation with ned. 

by the end of the day you were looking up at peter like a puppy, awaiting instructions, a small pout on your face. 

after class peter met you at your locker, “you ready to go babe?” 

you turned around immediately and wrapped your hands around his arm, “yup!” you were more than ecstatic to finally go home and peter found it adorable. 

he kissed your forehead and walked out with you, “alright sweetheart, let’s go home.” 

this all leads us to this very moment now. peter’s hand around your throat as he presses you into the door. that’s right, you hadn’t even made it fully into the apartment before breaking down and begging. “please peter––”

“all this cause i whispered some words into those pretty little ears of yours?” he brought hand up and you expected him to rest in on your cheek as he usually does, and you closed your eyes, ready to lean into his touch. but this time you felt his finger lightly trace around your ear from the top to the lobe and you shivered involuntarily, your eyes blowing open, making him smirk down at you. 

you looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy from how needy you were, “please pete. need you.”

he laughed, but this wasn’t his usual sweet laugh––this one was more menacing, almost. “i know sweetheart,” he leaned in to whisper in you ear once again, “could smell you dripping in your panties all day.” 

you gasped and dragged your gaze elsewhere but peter wasn’t having that. “no need to be shy, princess. we both know you’re just a needy little slut for me––”

you let out an involuntary moan, too turned on to be embarrassed anymore and he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around him instinctively. 

he walked you into the bedroom and kicked the door closed before throwing you on the bed. you bounced up from the force of his throw and looked up at him in shock, your mouth slightly dropped open. 

he quickly shrugged off his shirt and threw it aside, and you regained your composure and did the same. when the two of you were completely naked, he crawled over to you on the bed so he was hovering over your. his lips grazed yours for a few seconds, teasing you, making you yearn for more. when your hands came up to hold his face, he grabbed them and pinned them above your head and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you.  

“so needy,” he whispered in your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and up the other side, “so obedient”, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss and pulled away to look you in the eyes, “so desperate for me, aren’t you?” 

you looked up at him, doe eyed, nodding along after almost every word that came out of his mouth. he licked his lips as he looked down at you. 

he grabbed both of your hands in one of his, still pinning them down and trailed his free one down your body, fingertips grazing your breast and your nipple before sliding down your stomach and stopping right before your center. 

“know you’re wet since i could smell you all day, but god baby, now that there’s nothing in the way...” he bit your collarbone before meeting your eyes again, “you smell absolutely delicious.” your back arched into him and he bit his lip at the feeling of your hard nipples and soft breasts pressing against his skin. but he was quick to pin you down again with his free hand. 

“gonna let me have my treat now?” now it was his turn to look at you with puppy dog eyes and the reality of it all was so ironic and so filthy. he was such a tease. he smirked, “i think i deserve a taste after being teased with it all day.” he leaned down and traced your jawline with his nose, nestling into your skin ever so softly, “wasn’t very nice of you––” he kissed your neck. “you were practically waving it around in my face. could smell you before i even saw you.” 

you whined in response and he chuckled softly. he let go of your hands and made his way between your legs. his fingers were grazing your skin as he slid down the bed and the feeling was only making you more antsy.

“spread em wide for me babygirl, that’s it.” he put your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around your thighs before winking and quite literally diving into his meal. though he was giving you what you wanted, what you needed––it felt like he had no mercy whatsoever. it just felt too good.

you let out a sigh of relief and your hands came down to pull at his curls as tears pooled in your eyes, “f––fuck peter!”

he groaned and only started going faster, shaking his head as he locked you in place, forcing you to endure the pleasure. he really was restraining himself all day, he wanted nothing more than to sit you down on the table and bury his face between your thighs during chemistry, or during lunch, really any time he saw you––which was all day.

you interrupted his filthy train of thought when your thighs tightened around his head. “m’gonna cum baby––” it was more of a warning than a statement. peter hadn’t explicitly given you permission to cum, so his response? sitting up on his knees and practically folding you in half to devour you even more, intertwining his fingers on top of your waist to properly lock you into place. 

you screamed, hands gripping for your dear life at his hair, his arms, anywhere you could reach. your whole body felt like it was vibrating––and it took you a second to realize it was because it actually was. your legs were shaking and you could feel peter grinning between your thighs, tongue still working its way between your folds, quickly gliding over your clit. 

“shit oh my god––” your whole body was as tense as a bowstring, your eyes shut in ecstasy and peter did not stop until you had cum a second time in a row. 

he set your legs down and kissed your thigh before getting into place, “i’d clean you up,” he looked up from your pussy, “but i’m just about to make another mess down there, so there’s really no point.”

before you could even respond, he slid into you, bottoming out immediately. “oh fuck!––” 

he smiled and kissed your forehead, “tell me when i can move, princess.”

you wrapped your hands around his neck and gave him a quick peck before looking up at him. “you can fuck me hard, pete. want you to take me however you want.” 

he cursed quietly to himself before sitting up on his knees once more, grabbing your waist and thrusting into you hard. “god you feel so good.” soon, his hips were plowing into yours, his fingertips digging into your skin, bound to leave leave bruises. “such a good girl aren’t you, my good girl––”

his skin was slapping against yours, your body was jolting with every hit, “so tight, princess. so wet for me––” 

your hands reached down and grabbed his as best you could while he was holding you, “you gonna cum baby?” 

he nodded, grunting loudly, “fuck yeah i’m gonna cum inside this wet pussy. you gonna cum with me? can feel you clenching around me, shit––”

you nodded your head, your moans getting higher in pitch and when you clenched around him one last time, he let out a loud groan, his pace faltering and getting more sloppy as he released inside of you. 

the both of you let out content sighs, your bodies deflating like balloons as you lied down facing each other, still connected to one another. peter thrusted into you slowly a few more times, enjoying the small whines you let out. 

he pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around you, sighing, “i gotta whisper to you more often,” one of his hands slipped down to play with your wetness again as if to emphasize his point, “damn––”

#man this came out of nowhere #hope you enjoy tho <3 #peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker ask #dom!peter #dom!peter parker #dom!peter parker smut #dom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #dom!peter parker blurb

[forever-rogue]

hi! if requests are open for bucky, i like the concept of him being unsure of himself with reader (not a superhero/avenger, maybe just a mutual friend) and pining after them compared to how easy it was to get dates in the 40s. thank you!

tfatws revived my love for bucky im not ashamed

A/N: tfatws has definitely done the same for me! no shame whatsoever!

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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You tore your gaze off of the television before you turned to look at Bucky. His blue eyed stare was trained on you, intense and unwavering. Sometimes it had managed to unnerve you, but you’d gotten used to it over the year you’d known him. He was more than just silent...he was calculating, but it never felt wrong. Waving your hand in front of his face you made a small sound to get his attention. 

“Bucky?” you whispered his name softly and that seemed to snap him back into attention as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. Even in the dim lighting of the room you could see that a warm flush of red had crept up in his cheeks, “everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he shook his head, more at himself than anything else, a self-annoyed look crossing his features, “spaced out for a minute. What were you saying?”

“I wasn’t saying anything,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him, watching his features soften when he realized you weren’t going to chastise him for zoning out, “I for one was watching the movie, which is more than I can say for you - you should love the Hobbit if you actually read the book when it first came out. And these movies are actually good. Pay attention, Bucky!”

You grabbed one of the pillows off of your couch and lobbed it at his head; but he was quicker, reflexes still sharp and honed after all this time. The corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk as he held the pillow before determining whether or not to throw it back at you. Immediately sensing what he was doing, you shook your head and jumped up, ducking behind the couch.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, why are you hiding?” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as you peeked up at him. The nickname rolled easily off his tongue as it caused a shudder to run down your spine. You knew it meant nothing, that it was just something he tended to call people; it was definitely just a thing. It was nothing particularly about you or targeted at you but you couldn’t help but pause. You knew that you wouldn’t have minded if he called you that intentionally. But that could never, ever happen. This was Bucky after all and you were just...you.

“I know your game, Barnes,” you grinned at him, deciding to let the nickname slide, “I’ll call it a truce and we can go to your favorite place to get some dinner. I’ll pay! I’m waving my proverbial white flag.”

“Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he set the pillow back down on the couch as he stood up and raised his hands in surrender. Slowly you raised to your full height, but kept a wary eye on your best friend, “I keep my promises, you know that.”

“Fine,” you agreed as you grinned at him. Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked you over and he felt his knees go weak momentarily. He could stare at your smile for hours, “get your jacket and let’s go old man.”

He scoffed in jest as you grabbed your shoulders and jacket off the coat rock and motioned for him to follow, “I’m not that old-”

“106? Isn’t that old?” you raised an eyebrow, barely able to contain your giggles as he rolled his eyes dramatically, “just kidding, Bucky. You know I just love teasing you.”

“I am in my 30s,..technically, thank you very much,” he insisted as he slipped on his shoes and you handed him the leather jacket, “don’t push your luck, kid.”

“See,” you grabbed the keys and he opened the door, ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back, “I swear Bucky Barnes, you’ve been an old man since you were a kid. Now let’s go! There’s pancakes with my name on them waiting.”

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Dinner with Bucky was easy...then again, everything with Bucky was easy. Every time you were with him, things just felt natural and normal, conversation and everything flowed freely. You’d met Bucky completely by chance, running into him, quite literally, on the street as you walked out of your favorite coffee shop and proceeded to spill coffee over both of you. He’d been apologetic, claiming it was his fault, but you’d been insistent that it was yours. One thing had led to another and soon enough you became inseparable friends. 

Much to his surprise, and delight, you’d never treated Bucky as anything but...Bucky. That’s how you’d met him and that’s all he was to you. Bucky. Of course, he was much more than a friend, at least in your mind, but you weren’t about to divulge that little piece of information. At least not yet. Maybe one day...or not. Probably not. No. You weren’t about to make a fool out of yourself and confess your feelings for a man that saw you as nothing but a friend.

Bucky, always alert and cunning, had noticed you’d become quiet throughout dinner as you both ate in silence. Normally he wouldn’t question it, but he knew your tells and could easily read you by this point and knew that something was up. 

“What?” he gently nudged your foot with his and you snapped back into attention as you looked at him, “you’re awfully deep in thought for someone that just wanted some pancakes.” 

“It’s nothing,” you insisted nervously, swallowing your bite down and clearing your throat, “just...tired?”

“Mhmm,” he wasn’t going to push you, know you’d come around eventually, “whatever you say, sweetheart.”

There it was again, and you felt a warmth flush over your face as you focused your attention on the syrupy mess on your plate. It was silent for a few more minutes before you noticed a few women sitting at the diner’s counter, giggling among themselves as they cast longing glances at Bucky. Something in your stomach twisted and your heart constricted. Of course they were looking at him, women often did. And you couldn’t blame them; Bucky was handsome in almost every way, and you yearned after him as well. But unlike most other people, you weren’t about to be so obvious about it. 

“Looks like you have a little fanclub,” you murmured softly under your breath as you lightly motioned towards them women. Bucky slyly followed your gaze and studied the newcomers and huffed in annoyance. He abhorred any sort of extra attention, especially when it came from people that only liked him because of his looks. Besides that, it often didn’t last terribly long; usually people realized who he was - used to be - and that scared them right off.

“They’ll leave soon enough,” he shrugged them off before turning his attention back to you, “besides, I-I’m not interested. It’s not like it used to be…”

“Back when?” you quickly snorted in amusement as he jokingly glared at you, “back in your day? I bet you had them all over you then too.”

“Well, it certainly was easier,” he admitted as he played with the straw in his almost empty milkshake, “nowadays people are harder to read. They all either want one thing, or they just stick around until they find someone else. It’s not worth it...and honestly, now one has caught my eye.”

“No one?” you asked as you pushed your last bite around the plate, letting the fluffy pancake soak up the syrup, “I find that hard to believe, even for you, Buck. Everyone has someone they’re interested in.”

“Huh,” he mused as drained the last of the milkshake, “well then, is there someone that has captured your interest?”

“I...no, not really,” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the lie. Instead he immediately made a sound of small disbelief; you should haven’t even bothered to try and lie to him. He could see right through you, “there’s nobody.”

“I thought you said everyone has someone that they’re interested in?” oh yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to let this go at all. 

“Except me.”

“I find that doubtful.”

“What about you then, Bucky Barnes?” you decided to deflect by throwing the question right back at him, “has anyone captured your interest?”

Bucky paused for a moment, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he mulled over his next words carefully, “yes. There is someone.”

“O-oh,” you stammered as his gaze shifted back to you, blue eyes keenly studied your features, “you gonna tell me who it is?”

“Well,” he started slowly, tapping his fingers on the table as he leaned towards, "there is someone, but I don't know if she knows or thinks of me as more than a friend, but god, I hope she does. She's been my friend for a while now and I kind of want to ask her on a date, a proper date, but don't quite know how."

"Do you...do you think she could feel the same about you?" butterflies erupted in your stomach as you tried to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Surely he couldn't mean you. But then...why was a light flush of pink in his cheeks? Why was he watching you so intently?

"I don't know," he confessed with a light shrug as he sat back in the booth, an arm extended over the back, the picture of ease, "sometimes I think she might, but I don't want to think she does and mess anything up. I'd rather keep her as a friend than lose her."

"I guess you won't know unless you ask her…" you were positive that he could hear your heart beating rapidly, "you never know until you try. I have a feeling she won't turn you down if you ask...just a hunch…"

"Hmm…" a smile, dazzling and brilliant, grazed his features, "well then sweet-"

"Excuse me," one of the girls from the counter had approached your table and was leaning into Bucky, with her back to you. She was twirling her hair around her finger as she offered him her most dazzling smile. She was definitely beautiful and you really had nothing to base your annoyance off of, but she rubbed you the wrong way, "I was just wondering if you'd-"

"Hi, excuse me?" you couldn't help yourself as you gently tapped her arm. Bucky raised an eyebrow as she gave her a surprised look on her face, "I don't want to interrupt but he's mine. And if you don't mind...we're on a date."

"O-oh," her eyes widened as she looked between you and Bucky, who was currently sporting the most shit eating grin, "I didn't know. Sorry…"

She scurried back to her friends as you looked back down at your plate. Bucky cleared his throat as he leaned in, hardly believing what had happened. You could feel his curious blue eyes on you, searing and questioning.

"So she feels the same way or she's a good liar," he said softly as you chanced a glance, biting on your lip, "I'm yours, huh?"

"Shut up," you groaned, "it was to get her away from you, so you're welcome."

"Mhmm…" god that smile made you want to melt.

"Bucky!"

"Thank you," he bowed his head slightly, "what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing...why?"

"Can I take you on a date?" he asked as you looked at him in surprise, wide doe eyes meeting his, "a proper date?"

"I...yeah, Bucky. I'd like that a lot," you agreed softly, "see...I told you she won't turn you down."

"Guess you were right," he was causal, but inside his heart was fit to burst as he reached across the table and gently put his hand on top of yours, "I'm already hers, but she's my girl too."

Yeah. You could definitely get used to that.

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[widowsofchaos]

Could you do the prompt #60?

❝ mine

summary: Wanda isn’t too fond with how close a certain Captain is to you. pairing: Wanda Maximoff x black!reader warnings: fluff, jealous Wanda, a smidge of jealousy, and smut. Filthy use of the Slovakian language. Palm kissing aka my weakness. ao3 // requested from this prompt list a/n: Wanda is my wife, your honor. Hope I did my lover justice. Carol Danvers cameo. requested prompt 60: “Pay attention to me.” 2k words. Sorry for this late request, writer’s block is a menace. No beta, all mistakes are my own. do not repost my works

It was late into the night, and Wanda’s spirits were more alive --- and enraged.

Anxiety and adrenaline bleeds through her witchy fingers, sparks zap dully at the tips, clutching her cup of liquor tightly.

Downs a hefty sip, a hiss, her lips snarling as the firewater trickles and burns down her throat --- Samogon, or how you cheekily teased, “Mother Russia’s own moonshine. Ruthless just like her children --- I mean look at Natalia, she puts vodka in her cereal.” A tiny smirk curls at her lips, your faint laugh lulls her in the memory.

A familiar giggle catches her ears once more --- melodic, soothes her ears, but Wanda scowls, knowing exactly what’s making you laugh. Her knuckles strain white, gawking over her shoulder, peeking eyes glow dangerously crimson red.

The party is amidst bustling with drunk melding bodies, great food, endless playlist of music --- ever so luxurious --- as every party Stark throws; regardless it being a private party among friends.

Across from the bar, near the lounge couches, you seated with your silhouette legs crossed, your head tilted back, tipsy giggles slipping from your lips; seated next to you was a certain Captain.

Oh no --- not Captain America, he was busy cuddling with his lovers, how he slurs lovingly ‘my Bucky, my Sammy.’ Steve and Bucky two fingers deep in Asgardian Ale, with Sam edging deep in whiskey. All three sharing kisses in the far corner, ready to sneak back to their room for late night loving.

Shamelessly undressing you with her eyes was Captain Danvers herself, her arm slung over your shoulders, deep in casual conversation with you. Simple maxi dress, adorning your hips, softly encasing your figure, low cut that amples your breasts --- and Carol was eating it up.

To the outsider’s eye, it would be seen as friendly banter, tipsy chuckles -- but Wanda knew better. Her eyes flicker to her wedding ring --- sparkling red --- the same one that twinkles on your marital finger.

She clicks her tongue --- Wanda indeed knows better. The friendship between Carol and yourself is fairly a new one, naturally gravitating towards Carol, how curious and intrigued you get to meet another inhuman besides Wanda and yourself.

No surprise how natural conversation flows between the Captain and yourself --- everyone you meet gravitates to you like a magnet, treating one as if they were an old friend.

You look delicious --- as always. Beauty that makes anyone double-glance, delicate yet intimidating. That glow, you carry a shine, an essence, a force of nature, but it’s so much more. Beneath the surface, radiates comfort, you can break any stoic façade with that wattage smile. Wanda and yourself match, a perfect yin-yang, one and the same, and Wanda loves it.

Both of you can feel it, see it, taste it.

Clever fingers, clever lips, clever tongue. Clever small hands carving Wanda’s hardened façade, in the quiet, warm and intense moments in time, where Wanda can be vulnerable, finally shed waterfalls over her losses, let her rant and rage without judging eyes --- where she can lay her heart in your hands, and she knew, you handle with care.

Because you know her, understand her. Able to simmer her down, know where her emotions stem from the deepest crevices of her spirit.

The endless drinks were nice, but Wanda rather be with you, somewhere else. She rather prefers to be in your shared quarters, with the babies, eating sugar snaps, and watching tv. A cozy night-in, and finally would tuck Billy and Tommy in their cribs; sneak away to bed, caress and cradle each other till succumbing in deep slumber.

But --- you convinced Wanda, thinking tonight’s party was a good reprieve, to relax with friends, and drink till merry, without the stresses of motherhood. Now, she battles another stress, another grievance.

Green-eyed monster rearing its head --- jealousy.

‘She’s full of shit.’ A sultry Slovakian spite lingers in your mind --- only in your mind, a sharp side-eye, you glance to see Wanda, nursing her drink --- halting your pinched fingers from twirling your flute.

Slightly puckering your lips, restraining a grin splitting from ear to ear, you coyly titled your head at Carol, who was complimenting the tattoo that adorns your shoulder-blade. How slyly Carol’s fingertips trace the tatted lines, feigning curiosity.

‘Her hands all over you, fucking kurva.’

‘Pay attention to me.’

A dull clank of a glass against the counter could be heard. A breathy chuckles escapes from your nose, as you can feel Wanda’s eyes burning holes in the back of your skull, and no doubt, dying to literally burn holes in Carol’s blonde dome. “I think I’m gonna hit the hay, my head feels light.” A polite excuse without offending Carol from your erupt leave.

“Awh, already? It’s not even late, grandma.” Carol teases, as she presses the rim of her beer against her lips --- her fifth one tonight --- tangy flavor of Budweiser weighing on her tongue, fueling her mischief. “Who are you calling grandma, I wasn’t the one born in the sixties.” A few strings of chuckles, you graciously depart from Carol, as she wiggles her slender fingers goodbye.

Waltzing to the bar, your hips swaying, placing the flute on the counter; sitting next to a stewing witch. Elegantly perching your elbows on the marbled bar, your nails flicker delicately as your wrists bent against your chest, coyly swinging gently on the bar stool. Slyly peeking from the corner of your eye, you catch Wanda staring at you.

Tenderly covering her glass with your palm, tugging it out of Wanda’s palm, and gliding it away. “Let’s go to bed.” You slither, eyes glassy --- the champagne bubbling light in your head, skin tingling and aching for Wanda’s touch; your eyes rover over her figure, curves snug in a velvet maxi dress.

Auburn hair coils in slick waves, draped over her smooth shoulders. Leaning in, you can smell the liquor wafting from her slick lips, Wanda tsks, cheekily leaning towards you; her fingers sought out to your thigh, gripping the flesh.

Lips now hairs away, “Oh --- now I exist?” Wanda sneers, sultry, her accent weaving out in a hiss. “Don’t be like that.” You tsk, smoothly gliding off the stool, your fingers sliding against Wanda’s open palm, interlocking softly. Wanda murmurs, be like what? As she pouts, gazing at your heart-shaped lips.

“Now, is my wife going to bed with me or is she going to hex the Captain?” The pad of your thumb caressing Wanda’s finger, trying to tame the witch. “I prefer hexing her, and then ravishing you on the glass table for her to see --- želá si, aby ochutnala vašu kundu, vašu šťavnatú ako sladkú broskyňu.”

Filthily whispering in her native tongue, her fingers curving, and bending graciously as carmine magic emits. The warmth of her breath beats against your cupid-bow, ever so close to your lips; tantalizing, more intoxicating than any ale in all the realms.

Wanda pulls away, earning a whine from you, she hushes your lips by the tip of her oval nail, “Behave till we get back to our room.” With no other word, Wanda snags your wrist in her grip, dragging you out of the party into the dark hallway.

Scattering feet wander through the compound halls, only clicks of heels echo and pierce through the silence. Dancing shadows linger on the walls, breathy moans, wet lips. Wanda’s palm glides and grips the curve of your neck, pinning you against the wall --- just a mere inches away from your apartment door. “I can’t wait any longer.” Wanda growls low in her throat, her antsy hands.

Slithering fingers slip under the hem of your bunched up dress, feathery fingers chilled at the tips from the glassed liquor caress the skin of your inner thigh. Earning a silky hiss through your teeth, as Wanda’s lips parts open upon yours as if breathing in your essence; as her fingers dove beneath the fabric of your thong. Soaking her left handed fingers between your velvety lips, your fingers cling onto Wanda’s hips, sneakily massaging her soft ass through the smooth fabric, bundling up her cheeks. Groping, and squishing.

“Do you feel it?” Wanda asks, dripping with lust, a dull spark zaps at your clit, jolting you with a whimper, teasingly Wanda left your throbbing clit to toy with your clenching hole, but she doesn’t slip inside you. Yearning for her to touch you more, plunge and curl to the point of delirious pleasure. Delightful swell swirls in your heart, a flicker in Wanda’s eyes --- something you couldn’t quite pin.

All she can see is Carol’s hands touching you, touching what is hers, Carol’s slithering eyes roaming your breasts, and curves. It wasn’t your fault, no --- you were just being a good friend, engaging in conversation --- but she felt abandoned. As if Carol swooped you away, like a thief in the night. Stealing a treasure that didn’t belong to her nor deserve it.

You’re her wife --- you are hers, just as she is yours.

“I need to feel all of you.” A mess of words, gasping breaths, as Wanda happily snuck her two fingers inside your spongy walls, fluttering, and quivering thighs. Thrusting with no hesitation, your hips crash against the palm of her hand, tangling tight as a tether, curling fingers beckoning in a salacious curve. Pulling you close, her fingers digging in your hip-bone, breasts to breasts, melting against the wall, kissing you, your mouth, your cheeks, the slope of your nose --- delicately pecking your shut lids.

The palm that cradled your hip, traveled the terrain of your waist, and glided upon the arch of your spine, traveled between the shoulder blades, her touch eliciting sensitivity on her bare flesh, and cupping the nape of your neck. Fondling your neck, as her lips never wavered from your face, remaining as she continued her shower of kisses, as she fucked your cunt with vigor --- unrelenting, your wetness echoing with unabashed squelching.

A wet spot formed the dead center of Wanda’s panties --- just the sounds of you can make her cum on the spot. Sticky against her peach-fuzz, your legs sliding against hers, as her fingers continue with no interruption. Wanda’s wet panties stick to the skin of your thigh, humping with desperation, the sensation of syrupy cotton and heated bare skin nearly drove Wanda to the brink of endless bliss.

“She can’t have you ---” Wanda groans, her pupils almost rolling to the back of her skull, as the lips of her cunt split and ride even harder against your knee. Nearly gliding down the wall pavement, clinging onto each other in a loving embrace, “---she can never have you.” Wanda whispers in the shell of your ear, her teeth graces sharply the line of your jaw, her tongue licks a wet glide, sucking and nibbling on your pulse-point, marking her territory.

As one palm cups Wanda’s ass, guiding her as she unravels on your thigh, a hand leaves to her shoulder blade, your fingers flicker with her straps, pulling it over Wanda’s shoulders, and with a frenzied impulse, tug the fabric down --- Wanda’s milky breast spills out, still swollen with breast milk.

Pink areolas hardened by the cool air, your moist tongue peaks from your lips, and the tip flickers against the dripping nipple. Leaning your head down on Wanda’s chest, suckling greedily --- nearly her whole tit was engulfed in your mouth, sloppily slurping.

A shriek nearly bubbles at Wanda’s throat, cradling your head in her arm tenderly, kissing your temple, her nose inhaling your scent --- always emanate a tender scent of crushed roses; as your chin drips with milk. “Mine, you’re mine.” Wanda wispily moans, as you drank from her tit, saliva coating the corners of your mouth. Moaning at the taste on your tongue, satisfying your carnal palate --- the vibration sending a shimmer up the crevices of Wanda’s spine.

Sweat beads at your brow, as sweat drenches Wanda’s baby hairs clinging onto her temple, mouthing ‘love me, love me’, her fingers pulling the threads of silk from the jewel between your legs, now drenched. Two gardens watering, the petals of tulips bloom. Your thigh now slippery, grinding her clit hard, slow thrusts --- riding out, edging herself; refusing to cum without you.

As if you were a fragile china doll, shakily Wanda’s spidery fingers brush against heated skin, sweeping the arch of your neck, dancing down on smooth brown shoulders, downward to the line of your fore-arm.

Leisurely slowing down her fingers that rested inside your moist caravan, sinuous fingers kiss the skin and daintily hold your wrist, pulling away from her bum. Lifting, and lightly twisting upward to bare your exposed wrist; you halt, hesitantly your eyes peer up at Wanda. Cheeks dewey, and dusted pink.

Lips part from Wanda’s sodden breast, a string of saliva connects from your bottom lip; as if time ceased still, bringing your wrist to her lips, her eyes never leaving yours. A breath hitches in your throat, open mouthed kisses trail up, lovingly your fingers cup her soft cheek, her lips plush at the cusp of your palm. Wanda’s eyes are two moons, hauntingly beautiful, makes your spirit want to create a temple in blind faith in the name of love, yearning to worship; the waves of love coils off of each other.

Hot breath is a hymn, cascades against your hand, slow and soft kisses --- a tingle at your fingers. A simple gesture yet holds no bounds of adoration, deeply into each other eyes. Wanda’s fingers lock with yours, her wet lips part against the pad of your thumb, her teeth nip, her tongue lick ever so faintly; sucking the finger between her lips.

Erotically Wanda’s hips began its tirade once more, her soaked fingers flourish inside you with no mercy --- she knows, oh she knows. You’re close, oh so close, close, close to the edge --- you know Wanda’s close too, by the way her breath pitches ever so higher; just dying to fall over in Wanda’s arms, fevered. Bury inside each other, this unspoken waltz, not needing to verbalize --- it’s there, not always having to be feverish hot fucking, but it can be passionate, desperate, and warm.

To dive deep inside each other, crawl under the skin, and rest there as a love nest.

Foreheads touch, nose to nose, eyes fall into the depths of each other, a mess of entangled limbs --- a splash of kaleidoscope bursts before your eyes, mouths smashing to dull the shrills; cumming hard on Wanda’s fingers dragging it out, as her fingers dragged out, agonizingly so.

A sheen of wetness crashes and coats your thigh as a balm --- witnessing the motion embody each of your faces with each ripple of your orgasms. Memorizing every expression, any twitch, lips shaped in Os, never tearing your eyes away from each other, because you both wanted to --- such beauty.

The smell of Wanda is intoxicating, makes you dizzy, love-drunk, and adored. Resting your bodies on each other, raspy giggles flow, face leaning on face, caressing cheek to cheek, as Wanda nestles her hands on your face. A daze of happiness, the stresses of a green-foaming monster now a faded memory, cuddling each other in a tight hug, just airy laughs muffled in your chests. Just leaning against the wall, full length of your bodies pressed, braced as if being one.

A faint cry of the twins breaks the haze, ever so sync the boys wail for their mothers --- just like clockwork, it must be 2 am; time to feed the hungry bellies of your babies, just like their mama feasted on their mother. Slipping back into reality, fixing each other’s disheveled clothes back to somewhat back to being decent. Frizzy hairs springs in all directions, sheens of sweat now coat your skins, but a sense of relief drapes upon you two.

As Wanda leans her hand on the wall, resting your head on her stretched arm, head tilted as you soothe Wanda’s cheek, watching her, the greenery of her irises shine bright at your glassy brown orbs, as if a fire that can’t be smothered.

Making the butterflies erupt in her chest, making Wanda feel seen in so many ways that she never had before. En pointe, standing tall to kiss Wanda’s lips, light and sweet, resting your head in the crock of her shoulder. Lashes flutter as Wanda holds you to her bodice, with your heart swelling, you whisper to her.

“I will never leave you. Wherever you go, I’ll follow.”

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