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sugudollz · 3 months

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corrupting virgin suguru 🧎🏽‍♀️

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Corrupting virgin Suguru? Hm… yeah.

MDNI!! Virginity loss (Suguru obv). Big dick Suguru lmao. He refers to you only as “baby” (even though I was ITCHING to make him call you “mamas” I had to restrain myself. It just didn’t feel right.) AFAB reader. Experienced! Reader. Virgin Suguru has been on my mind since foreverrr 😩. Not proofread lol. I have a discussion due later today but erm. Um anon sorry if this is disappointing ummm THIS IS SO RUSHED SOMETHING CAME UP BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO MAKE YOU WAIT 😭. This was supposed to be so different bro…

“BABY, WAIT—” Suguru pants, watching as your hands reach down for the zipper of his jeans. His big hand shoots down for your wrists, holding them in a firm grip as he tries to recollect himself.

You bat your lashes up at him, feigning innocence and obliviousness. Giving him the prettiest look you can muster, you ask him in a sweet voice, “what? What’s wrong, Sugu?”

And of course it’s that look you pull every time you want something from Suguru. He loves it, your pretty eyes, gorgeous lips, except he hates it at the same time because he can never say no to that sweet look.

“Just… wait a sec…” Suguru mutters, cocking his head to the side as he takes in deep breaths. You pout but listen to him anyways. However, your eyes stayed glued to the obvious outline of his hard cock, how strained it looks and how tight it must feel.

Tonight, like every other night, was supposed to end in a few kisses after a nice, relaxing shower and comforting cuddles. Then go straight to bed. Like always, as if routine. The only thing different? You were feeling a little… impatient.

While your lips were pressed against Suguru’s, you slid your tongue right past his, then proceeded to scoot up on his lap. Your hands wandered from his chest to the back of his neck, securing your balance to push yourself closer against Suguru’s body. In the process, your clothed pussy rubs against his half hard dick, making you giggle and him gasp.

“Lemme do this, Sugu,” you mumble in the crook of his neck, your lips right against his flesh and your lashes tickling it. “Please?”

The way you speak so gently is so enticing; what is Suguru meant to do? Say no? Sighing, he lets go of your wrists and leans back, looking down at you as he notices an eager smile embrace your features.

Of course, Suguru has been thinking about this day ever since he met you. The feeling of your little hands wrapped around his length, or the feeling of your warm cunt enveloping his dick and clamping down on it. It’s what he’s fisted himself to every night before bed. Why wouldn’t he?

“Mm… mkay…” he mumbles, nodding his head and relaxing his body against the headboard of the bed. You jump from his lap to stand on your knees, legs on either side of him and hovering over him. Your hands make quick work of reaching for his zipper and undoing it, mouth practically salivating from the thought of fucking him.

After undoing his zipper, Suguru lifts up his hips to allow you to shimmy down his jeans. He watches in anticipation as you do your thing, sweat building at his forehead and in between his knitted brows as he sinks his teeth so harsh into his lower lip it almost draws blood.

Slowly, you rid Suguru of his boxers, your eyes aimed at him the whole time. Then, your eyes dart down to his freed cock when you hear his breath hitch.

“F-fuck…” he mumbles, throwing his head back as his hand flies to the sheets of the bed, clenching them tightly. Your eyes shine with lust, biting down on your tongue to suppress any unnecessary noises. You can feel your panties getting damp just from touching him, squeezing your thighs together for some friction.

After more and more gradually aggressive strokes, you come to an end and remove your hands. Suguru watches you attentively, eyeing the way you slide your skirt off of your waist, followed by teasingly removing your panties.

With your wet pussy almost fully exposed to Suguru, he gulps, eyes following as you take his cock and line it up with your pussy. After taking in a deep breath, you gently lower yourself on his length, gasping when you feel his tip enter you.

“Shit…!” Suguru pants, doing his best to keep watching the way you lower yourself onto his dick. You’re watching it as well, the way your wet cunt sucks him in, sweat forming between your knitted eyebrows.

“Mmph—Suguru, you’re so deep—” you whine, sucking your stomach in as if that’d make it any easier to take him fully. “So big…” you mumble.

That’s when Suguru is as deep in as you can take, already on the verge of whining.

“You feel so…” he trails off, already lost in the feeling of your tight walls hugging his cock in every right way. That was new, obviously, your juices dripping down on his length.

“M gonna start moving now, ‘Kay, pretty boy?” You whisper sweetly, but your eyes are telling a different story. Suguru takes a few seconds to collect himself before he nods and breathes out a quiet, “okay,”

You start moving your hips up and down, Suguru’s hands flying for whatever stability he can find to keep him grounded to earth. As much as he tries to keep his attention on your pretty face, he just can’t because the way your pussy grips him like a vice is too overwhelming he just has to squeeze his eyes shut.

His cock stretches you out so well, and he didn’t even know it. Murmurs of “fuck,” slip past Suguru’s lips repeatedly, his shirt riding up his torso and exposing his skin.

Suguru never thought this is where his day would end, but he’s glad it did. After months of getting himself off to unrealistic and repetitive porn videos, he’s finally feeling the godsent gift that is your warm pussy sucking his cock in, and it seems like you’re enjoying it too.

Suguru has never touched a woman sexually. He doesn’t know how to move his hips to give you pleasure. But of course he wants to help you, so he bucks his hips up into you, groaning when your walks clamp down on him. You whimper at the stimulation, throwing your hands on Suguru’s sweaty chest, digging your nails into the flesh.

“F-fuck, Sugu—don’t do that—” you whine and your head drops as you pant, putting a halt to your hips. Suguru nods and slowly opens his eyes to meet your sweaty body.

“Alright, shit, my bad.” And you start bouncing again, fucking your pussy onto his cock steadily, your tits jiggling from the effort. You can feel the tip of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making you moan with every push. “Feels so good…” he says that quietly, almost inaudibly, and he can feel his dick twitching inside of you, as can you.

Suguru then realizes that this is way better than fucking his own cock at night—the way your walls easily get stretched out from the sheer size of his girth, the warmth of your cunt, just the feel of it, it had his eyes rolling back. Being a sorcerer all of his Highschool years and even after, his never had the chance to get laid or any of the sort, so this is a thrilling new feeling. He can already feel his lower abdomen tightening, legs twitching and breaths shaky.

Of course, you can feel the change in his body language and demeanor. Smiling smugly, you lean down to his ear, attempting to keep the steady rhythm of your hips as you breathe into his ear.

“Gonna cum?” The words roll of your tongue with a hint of playfulness laced in your tone. Suguru huffs and grunts, nodding his head as if he was tired.

“Yeah,” his voice is breathy when he utters this. You giggle and raise your hips just before aggressively slamming back down to his pelvic bone, the cock hitting all the right spots. Suguru’s hands immediately fly for your waist, digging his fingers into the flesh but he tries to keep his hold gentle.

Continuing with your sly movements, you can feel a knot in your tummy tying. Suguru, as with every other thing about you, notices the way your pussy grips tightly onto his girth and the way your hips get sloppy and exhausted.

“Cum, Suguru,” you whisper sensually, and in response, Suguru’s head snaps your way, confusion painted on his face.

“I-in you…?” It’s obvious he’s a bit nervous, since of course he doesn’t want to put a baby in you the first time he’s entered your pussy.

“Mhm,” you hum and to that Suguru just exhales deeply. In just seconds, Suguru is emptying his load inside of you, groaning and moaning the whole way. His head is thrown back in the process, his teeth sunken into his lower lip. He repeats your name under his breath like a prayer, along with murmurs of “fuck” and “so good”.

It’s a great feeling, the sensation of orgasming. His eyes roll to the back of his head and you’re fucking him the whole way through, which is what brings you to your climax. You’re gushing all over his cock, whines and whimpers falling from your parted lips. Burying your head in his neck, your sweat drips down onto his skin.

Your juices coat his dick, and Suguru opens his eyes just to watch it—but they soon wander to your pretty face like it was second nature, and it’s there he sees how gorgeous you look as you come down from your high.

“I love you so much,” Suguru pants and from the sudden confession you’re caught off guard, but smile lovingly anyways and kiss his neck.

“I love you, too,”

You carefully bend your upper body over Suguru’s, your face in the slope of his neck and Suguru doesn’t even think to mention the fact that his cock is still buried in your sweet pussy.

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celtic-crossbow · 4 months

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Blood Ties Chapter 12

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore, canonical character death, poorly written smut, mention of scars, allusions to child abuse

A/N: I feel like I say this about every chapter but I really struggled with this one. I even scrapped 3,800 words because I hated it so much. It still ended up being a long one but it feels like a lot of time skipping and nonsense. The beginning is nice though. ;) I hope it’s at least somewhat enjoyable. Thank you, my dears.💙

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Your body was on fire; electric jolts sparking with pleasure each place where his skin was touching yours. It was never like this before. It was purely physical, without attachment. Now it felt like he had integrated himself into your very soul. You wanted him deeper than his cock dragging over your inner walls; you wanted him beneath your very skin.

Each thrust was slow but deep, his back arching when he rolled his hips into you. His lips and hands felt like they were everywhere all at once. He wasn’t just fucking you. He was making love to you. Deliberate, delicate, yet no less exhilarating.

Your hips raised of their own volition to meet his. You were desperate to snap that inner tension; the tightly coiled heat low in your belly. Daryl had other plans. He was drawing this out. He was savoring you.

“Easy. I gotcha.” He purred against your ear just before his lips attached to the skin above where your pulse thrummed. “S’gon’ feel real good. Hang on fer me.” He ventured lower to draw a nipple into his mouth, the swirling of his tongue pulling a moan from you, your hands moving from his bare back to his hair and then returning. You urged him back to your mouth, whining against his smiling lips.

“Please.” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for; there was so much sensation that you couldn’t even pinpoint where you needed him most. “Please, please, please.” He chuckled and made a slow journey with his fingertips, whispering down your torso to disappear between your bodies. A calloused thumb pressed against your clit and you nearly wailed.

“Tha’ s’it. Let go fer me.” His thrusts never wavered, leaving you to dimly wonder if this would be the first of many orgasms he would give you before he was chasing his own high. “Cum fer me, Y/N.”

You could feel your cunt clamp around him and begin to pull him impossibly deeper, preparing for your orgasm to wash over you. You were right on the edge, teetering. His lips met yours and your hips angled upward, the knot ready to burst. Just as you felt the first wave of ecstasy—

You opened your eyes to the dim light of a small lamp on the bedside table. You still felt tired when somewhere in your mind, you could recall that something happened and you should feel better. In your sleepy haze, you couldn’t seem to summon the memories. Only the residual feel of Daryl’s body pressed against yours and the pleasure he was so eagerly offering you.

“That must’ve been some dream.”

You lifted your head to find Carol sitting in a chair close to the bedside, a small smile on her face and her hands folded on her lap.

“Carol.” Your lips curved upward ever so slightly.

“So dehydrated but still able to drool so I’d say we’re making progress.” She chuckled while you dragged the back of your hand across your mouth with a curl of your lip.

“The baby okay?” You scratched at your scalp, still trying to piece together what happened that ended with you in bed and hooked up to fluids.

“Mhm. Hershel says the heartbeat is strong.” She smiled, the sadness behind her eyes more transparent than she probably realized.

“What happened?” You inquired, slowly pushing yourself up to sit against the headboard without disturbing the IV tubing. Just as her mouth opened, the memories of your rescue mission came flooding back in a breathtaking onslaught. “Oh god, Daryl!” You grabbed the blanket and threw it back, aiming to get to your feet, only halting by a gentle touch to your ankle.

“He’s in the next room. He’s gonna be fine.”

When the sudden rush evaporated, you sank back against the pillows. You had all three made it.

“He was in shock by the time you made it back. Hershel gave him some IV fluids and is going to start some antibiotics. He’s all patched up. He’ll be back to his cheery self in no time.”

You chuckled. “Just a ball of sunshine, that one.” Your smile fell away, remembering just how horrible he had looked the last time you saw him; dragging his feet along behind you. Blood dampened his shirt, his pants. He was pale as milk, dark circles under his eyes. You held on to a fragile hope that he— if nothing else —looked better after stitches and fluids. “Is he awake?”

“He was stirring a little while ago.” You nodded, picking at your left thumbnail. “I’m gonna get you some water. Maybe we can take out that IV now that you’re awake.” The other woman stood gracefully, donning her usual smile except it wasn’t quite reaching her eyes. Your gaze followed her out the door, your heart aching for her. She was so intent on caring for you and your baby while her own child was still missing. It was a bleak reminder of how unfair life truly was.

You inwardly sighed, your stomach beginning to feel ill at ease. How did you end up in this position? All of it. The dead rising to eat the living. Losing everyone you held dear. Making a baby with a complete stranger. And now so desperate to keep that man in your life that it frightened you. Just…how?

Everything had been so normal before. You had your routine with your father waiting at home for you everyday. You’d sit with him over a dinner that you prepared, listening to his lame jokes and laughing even harder when they weren’t funny. Your uncles and aunt would come over once every two weeks for a big supper. You’d usually save the larger kill for those occasions.

God, you missed them.

But they weren’t here now.

Daryl was. You’d be damned if you’d lose someone else.

A soft knock on the door signaled Carol’s return. She had a tray of food. Eggs, apparently. The last time, when Daryl had brought them, you had been famished and paid no mind to the smell. It was different this time, and your stomach was not pleased.

“The eggs.” You gagged, sitting up and covering your mouth and nose. Carol’s eyes widened and she swiftly put the tray outside the door and grabbed up the water glass before she shut the smell out.

“I’m sorry.” She said quietly. “I brought the pills that Maggie and Glenn were able to get. They found a few bottles so you should be set for now.” She handed you the medication and the water. Your stomach churned angrily. “I’ll see about getting Beth to make you another smoothie.”

“Thank you.” It was made clear by the expression on her face that she was worried. “I’ll be okay.” The pill had a grainy texture and left a horrible taste. You washed it down with a sip of water, but the unpleasant assault on your tastebuds continued. It would be worth it if it meant everything would stop trying to crawl out of your throat.

“I’ll get Hershel to see about that IV. Then maybe you’d like to go see Daryl?”

You gave her a nod and a tight-lipped smile, watching her leave to fetch the vet. Ugh. You knew he would lecture you, but you couldn’t let it sway your desire to protect your little family. That’s exactly what it was: a family. Your relationship with Daryl didn’t alter the fact that you would share a child. Co-parent. Protect one another.

A rapid knock on the door before it opened revealed the vet. “Carol tells me you’re feeling okay. Maybe we can remove your IV if you can ensure you’ll continue to take in as much water as you can.”

“I can do that.”

He studied you for a moment, as if searching for a hint that you may not follow through. Apparently satisfied that you’d heed his instructions, he rounded the bed and began working on removing the catheter from your arm. The grim expression was sign enough that you were about to be scolded. “Y/N, you understand the risks involved when you go out there.” And so it began. “This, I can’t stop you from doing but you should consider the safety of your child if nothing else.”

“No one else was going to try and find him. It was something I had to do.” You lowered your head, feeling not unlike a child who was in trouble for drawing on the walls and knowing better.

There was nothing left to say. He continued to stare for a moment after instructing you to bend your arm and hold pressure on the square of gauze he’d placed there. Perhaps, he was attempting to understand. Maybe he was judging your decision. Maybe he was even praying for you. It didn’t matter. In the end, he gave a curt nod and turned to leave the room.

As soon as the door closed, you tossed the gauze onto the bedside table, carefully lowering your feet to the floor. The mattress acted as support while you ensured dizziness wouldn’t bombard you. Your vision stayed clear, even if your stomach was still protesting. Hopefully it would settle soon enough.

You knew Daryl would likely be across the hall. There was an anxiety at the thought of seeing him; one you couldn’t validate. You knew you wanted to go, to see with your own eyes that he was alive and healing. You chose to ignore the feeling and opened the door, pausing on the threshold when you heard his voice.

“I didn’ do anythin’ Rick or Shane wouldn’ta done.”

“I know.” You could see Carol step into the doorway of the adjacent room. You stepped back behind the frame of your own, feeling like an intruder. “You’re every bit as good as them. Every bit.” The door closed, her soft steps moving further away, most likely in route to get your smoothie.

You could absolutely throttle the redneck after hearing him downplay what he had been nearly killing himself to achieve. He had worked just as hard as anyone else in the search for Sophia. If he wouldn’t acknowledge the effort he’d put in, he was likely giving himself hell over being placed on the sidelines after his injury. There was no way Hershel was going to clear him to go back out there anytime soon.

Your bare feet barely made a sound when you crossed the space between rooms, leaning into the door with one hand on the knob while the other quietly knocked.

“Jesus, can’t a guy get some sleep ‘round here. What is it now?”

Scrunching your nose in response to his grumpy attitude, you opened the door and peered inside. He most likely wasn’t expecting you. His back was to you, the sheet up to the curve of his hips, giving you a glimpse of the deep, dark puckered lines of several scars. His skin was still pale. They likely didn’t appear so harsh against his normally tan complexion. Still…

“Hey, dumbass. How’re you feeling?” The way he flinched and clumsily gripped the thin cover to drag it up higher made your chest tighten. The reason he didn’t want to remove his shirt when you fucked; he didn’t want you see.

“Callin’ me a dumbass when you was the one came runnin’ after me all half cocked.” He mumbled, not turning to look at you. Deflecting. You decided to let it go. He was so ashamed of that part of himself. He needed to keep that secret. It wasn’t yours to know. Maybe one day.

“I could make so many jokes out of what you just said and most would be at your expense.”

“Y’can go now, funny girl.”

You crawled up onto the mattress and maneuvered your way over to where he lay, resting your chin on the curve of his shoulder while carefully avoiding adding any pressure against his wounded side.

“Don’t be such a sourpuss. You know you’re glad to see me.”

Daryl scoffed, shrugging his shoulder to jostle your head. “Pain in my ass.” You peered at his outstretched right arm, the taped tubing leading up to a bag of clear fluids, half empty. At least his skin was feeling warmer. “Y’okay?”

“I’m sure they already told you that I’m fine.” You answered softly. You resisted the urge to brush your fingers over the bandage on his head.

“Don’ matter. Better ta hear it outta ya own mouth.”

You smiled. “I’m fine, Daryl. A little nauseous but Maggie and Glenn found the medicine.”

He grunted, a moment passing before he asked “baby okay?” His voice had lowered, muscles tensing beneath your chin, as if he were bracing himself for your answer.

“Mhm. Hershel checked and said the heartbeat was strong.” He relaxed almost immediately. You were once again reminded of his desire to not be touched. You had seen him flinch away from Rick and Carol. After a rare glimpse at his bare back, the fear made sense. But he saw you differently. He had chosen to accept you as safe for whatever reason. It had to be more than your willingness to spread your legs for him once upon a time not that long ago.

“Tha’s good.” He muttered. He sounded a little groggy.

“He give you something for the pain?” You tilted your head on his arm, your cheek lightly pressing against the muscle there.

“Mhm. Didn’ wan’ it. Shoulda saved it.”

“Take the meds, you stubborn ass.” You nearly shoved at him, albeit playfully. It still would have caused him discomfort. His movements were stiff, the muscles rippling under your face as his hand came up to present a clear message in the form of one finger. “You’re so mature, Dixon.” You teased. “I’m so honored to be the birth giver of your spawn.” There was instant regret when you felt him flinch, tense up, and then deflate.

“M’sorry.” His voice was raspy. Tired. You didn’t hesitate to caress the white bandage over his temple this time.

“Don’t be.” You soothed, watching him battle to stay awake. “I’m not.” You glanced at the sheet covering his back, shielding his shame from you. You could see the very top of what appeared to be the aftermath of a burn. Daryl had definitely had the opposite of your childhood. Where you had love and tenderness and support, it was suggested Daryl had pain and cruelty and isolation. Somehow, you knew that he would want better for his own child.

“I ain’t gon’ be…like our daddy. My kid…ain’t gon’ be like us.”

You brought your hand up to trace shapes onto his forearm, smiling as goosebumps rose from the gentle caress. “Daryl?”

You thought he might already be asleep, but then he drew in a breath and answered with a drawn out “hmm?”

“I really am honored.”

He went so still that he appeared to hold his breath, before he made a dismissive noise and shrugged you off of him. “Tryin’a sleep, woman.”

“Okay.” You had hit a nerve. It wasn’t like you didn’t consider the possibility he’d react negatively. “I’ll be across the hall.” You gracelessly scooted across the mattress, just having thrown your legs over the edge when there was a grip on your wrist, firm but gentle. You looked over your shoulder to find him awkwardly balanced on his right elbow while keeping the arm as straight as possible for the IV. He wasn’t looking at you but it had to hurt for him to have twisted into how he was to reach for you.

The breath he took shuddered. “Stay.”

“Alright.” Your free hand came to rest on the one that held your wrist, intending to provide comfort for a request he was obviously uncomfortable to make, but he pulled back his arm and settled against the pillow. Withholding your sigh, you settled behind him on your side, facing him but not touching.

It wasn’t difficult for sleep to find you in the dimly lit room with Daryl’s deep, even breathing acting as your gentle lullaby.

It was frightening how so many things could change so quickly. Hell, an entire world could end in a matter of days.

You were up and about the day after you awoke with the IV in your arm. Hershel had instructed you to take it easy and, for once in your life, you had listened. You helped with cooking and hanging laundry. Anything that allowed you to sit often for water breaks and did not require you to lift.

Daryl was also out of the house that following day. Not because Hershel had allowed it. But because he felt anxious, cooped up. He was stealthy, as per usual, and back in his tent with a book before anyone had noticed he was missing. To his credit, he did move slower and didn’t engage in anything strenuous. Well, for a few days anyway.

Lori’s pregnancy had been a shocker to everyone. It was laughable to you how suddenly, you weren’t such a burden in the eyes of the second officer. It was also very revealing. You had suspected something all along, but watching him with Rick’s wife when he thought all heads were turned had just confirmed your suspicions.

That same man was growing more and more volatile with each passing day. He was constantly challenging Rick, the sort of leader of your little group, and then going off on his own to do god knows what. Daryl had butted heads with him a few times over a variety of things. The most recent was just before Lori’s pregnancy was revealed. Shane made an off-handed comment— after you had once again stood your ground against him —about breeding with a redneck having an affect on your mentality. The archer had only conceded when you had stepped in front of him.

Tensions only rose when Glenn had revealed that Hershel had been keeping walkers in the barn. The issue was debated and discussed repeatedly with no clear resolution. Shane had come stomping over to the porch where everyone was congregated, handing out guns and riling everyone up. He was determined to clear the barn. You stood with Lori, even as Daryl went in with Shane, guns blazing. The action was one that would change everything for everyone forever.

When the lanky little girl stumbled out of the darkness beyond the barn doors, no one moved. No one made a sound. Except Carol. She had tried to run to Sophia, would have gladly allowed her daughter to rip into her throat at that moment if it meant she would get to hold her. Your fingers only brushed the woman’s arm as you attempted to stop her with a watery call of her name. Luckily, Daryl was successful. He held her until the last moment and even after the walker had fallen by Rick’s gun.

The drama didn’t end there.

A young man had been kept in the barn after Rick, Glenn, and Hershel had brought him back with an injury that required surgery. Randall ended up knowing of the Greene farm and thus, became a threat. Rather, the group that had left him was a threat, but… guilty by association and all that. Daryl had participated in the torture of the kid for information. That led to the collapse of already unsteady ground between the two of you. Dale had died still believing that the group was above taking a life. Randall was still in that barn, awaiting the decision on his fate.

Daryl took the discovery of Sophia in the barn harder than anyone, the exception being Carol. He moved his tent away from the camp, hunted alone, and stayed away from everyone.

Including you.

The one time you had tried to talk with him, not even about the distance between you, he had reacted with anger. When you stomped away, you swore you wouldn’t go back. And you hadn’t. That had been more than two weeks ago.

Inside the house, you were noticing even more changes but these were within your own body. It was as if, over night, your breasts had decided that your bra was just no longer suitable housing. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you studied them. They didn’t look bigger. Squeezing them in your palms, you hissed at the tender ache the gentle action left behind. You’d just have to wear a flannel over your cami so your nipples didn’t alert everyone that the evening was getting chilly.

Your special condition had been particularly nasty the past two days, requiring fluids once again, leaving you weak and exhausted. You grabbed your jeans from the armchair and stepped into them. There was the slightest bit of resistance getting them over your hips, earning a crease in your brow. It wasn’t until the button and zipper wouldn’t meet that you realized something really had changed.

Pushing the denim back to your knees, you turned sideways in front of the mirror. Sure enough, there was the slightest curve to your lower belly. How hadn’t you noticed? With a defeated slump to your shoulders, you let your head roll over to where your sleep pants laid at the foot of the bed. Those and your oversized t-shirt had been enough to keep you ignorant to the changes your body was making to accommodate your baby.

“Ugh, I’m not ready, Thumper.” You whined with a cool palm over the small bump. Grumbling to yourself as you kicked off the jeans and grabbed the plaid cotton pants, you slipped them on and just pulled the t-shirt back on over your camisole. Your flannel would be enough against the autumn chill and with your boots adding to your already questionable attire, you trudged out the door and down the stairs.

Your first stop was the kitchen. Lori was there with Carl, handing him a plate that contained a sandwich and probably stale potato chips. She smiled at you as you entered, eyeing your outfit with a barely concealed smile.

“Hey there. Making a fashion statement?”

Drinking down a glass of water to swallow your pill, you turned sideways and hauled up your shirt and cami before lowering your pants slightly. The other woman gave you a nod.

“Ah, I see.” Lori began putting away food that was not used for lunch. “How far along are you?”

The question caught you off guard. You honestly hadn’t thought about it in a while. You had been more concerned with Glenn being able to find enough vitamins, with keeping down enough food and water, with Daryl being a jerk, and just with surviving. The farm had brought about several weeks of safety and you wished for your little calendar that you had kept in the beginning.

“It’s okay if you don’t—”

“No, I got this.” You assured, beginning to count on your fingers. It was more difficult than you thought. The days seemed to blend, some more eventful than others, leaving you unable to recall the quiet days in between. “Maybe 17 weeks?”

Lori nodded. “Sounds about right. Everyone’s different but I’m finding myself more sick with this one than I ever was with Carl. When you have your second, it could be smooth sailing and you could have already “popped””— she raised her hands in air quotes —“by the time you’re this far along.”

You tilted your head. “Popped?”

Lori chuckled and continued with her task. “Means that one day you just wake up to a very noticeable belly.”

You looked down at your stomach, still on display with your shirt tucked under your arms to keep it raised. You wouldn’t say that you have “popped” as Lori put it. It was hardly noticeable until you tried to fasten your jeans. However, it was there. You adjusted your clothes and pursed your lips with a hum.

“Not sure there’ll ever be a second. I think one might be enough for the end of the world.”

You could see her expression shift, the smile and ease morphing into a questioning discomfort. Maybe it was time to table this conversation.

“I think I’ll head outside for a while. Get some fresh air. Maybe see if someone will take me to get some different clothes. I definitely don’t want to run around in my pajamas when the weather turns.” The other woman nodded with a tight-lipped smile. “Let me know if you need help with anything.”

“I will, thanks.”

You dipped your head and ambled out the screen door. The sun’s glare, high in the sky, was a shock to your eyes after being tucked away inside. Your hand acted as a visor against your brow as you scanned the farm. Everyone was scurrying around in their day to day activities, a sort of normalcy settling since everyone had moved into the house.

Except Daryl, of course.

You heaved a sigh at the thought of him out toward the edge of the farm alone. He could handle himself but the self isolation he was inflicting caused a heaviness in your heart that was beginning to fester. Carol had tried to bring him back and he had become irate. The things he had said to her were shared with you when the woman had finally let her tears fall against your shoulder. You wanted to throat punch him.

Maybe you would.

You saw Andrea perched on top of the RV with her rifle. You could almost picture Dale hovering behind her, as he often did. The vehicles had been moved closer to the house, providing much needed reassurance of a quick escape if it were deemed necessary. Chewing on your lip, you let your shoulders drop. It was time to bury that hatchet.

The climb up the ladder wasn’t as difficult as you thought it’d be. You weren’t thrilled about the height with your sporadic bouts of dizziness but as long as you stayed near the middle, it’d be okay.

Andrea glowered for a moment before turning back to keep watch over the fields.

“Hey.” You greeted. She didn’t respond, her eyes looking you up and down before she turned around again. “I deserve that.”

“You deserve more than that. You pointed a gun at my head.”

You had to close your eyes and take a deep breath. “You could have killed Daryl, Andrea.” You kept your tone level, holding up a hand when she spun around with no doubt a snarky retort on her tongue. “I didn’t come to argue with you. I came to apologize.”

“Yeah? Apology not accepted.”

Another deep breath. “That decision is yours to make. Nevertheless, I’m sorry. I was sick. I was exhausted. I wasn’t thinking clearly and you had just shot the man I lo— the father of my baby.” You blinked, stunned by what you’d almost said in the moment. The look that suddenly appeared on Andrea’s face conveyed she’d caught it too. You shook your head and continued, hoping both of you could just forget it. “None of those things are an excuse for what I did when it was truly a mistake. So, I’m sorry.” When you turned to climb down, you had nearly let yourself be suffocated by the weight of your near an admission. Was it an admission? Were you just emotional? Hormones? Insanity? The dream and then this?

“I won’t tell anyone.”

You turned back, catching her eye and holding it. She could. She could spread it through the group and eventually it would make its way to Daryl and you were not ready to have that conversation. After a moment, you nodded in silent thanks. “Are we good?” Your voice was weaker than you intended.

Andrea smiled, a surprising kindness in her gaze. “We’re good.”

You inexplicably wanted to cry, barely controlling the quiver of your chin. “Thanks.” Going down the ladder was a little more difficult in part to the blurred vision for which the tears were responsible.

Once your feet were on the ground, you just started to walk, no destination in mind. When your heart screamed for Daryl, your rationality stomped it down. He was your friend. Alright, you’d been closer to him than anyone else in the group. It was never supposed to be something more. You didn’t want anything more. You didn’t want a baby with him. You didn’t want to feel trapped there.

But you didn’t feel trapped, did you? The majority of that group was kind to you. They cared for you when you were ill, expecting nothing from you. Daryl, for all his tendency to an absolute asshat, had been tender with you at times. You were safe when you could have been alone, left to figure out the pregnancy and raise a baby on your own. No, you wouldn’t have made it on your own. The complications would have killed you.

You let out a sob, walking faster and allowing the tears to flow without wiping them away. Your cheeks and neck were damp. Why were you even upset? Had the world finally broken you? You thought you’d last much longer than that, but you never could have predicted the events that had led you to where you were.

And where you were was Daryl’s camp.

The archer was perched on the ground, next to a dark patch of earth surrounded by rocks; a fire pit that was currently unutilized. He was scowling when he looked up at your approach, but his expression changed; a sudden conveyance of concern as he hauled himself to his feet.

“Wha’s wrong?”

You didn’t know why you were there. The last thought of him before you spoke with Andrea was one of anger. Your body was crying out for a feeling of safety; for a shield from everything bad that could harm you or the little innocent life inside you. Somehow— for reasons you no longer had the energy to debunk —your feet took you straight to Daryl.

“Y/N?” His gruff voice spoke into your hair after you walked directly into his space, your fisted hands tucked under your chin while your face pressed into the solid warmth of his chest. He didn’t move. You didn’t want him to, not really. It would only make everything more confusing.

When he remained silent but his hand came to rest lightly against your back, you turned your hands and grabbed fistfuls of his vest. You pushed him away and hauled him right back, angry that he let you. You needed him to yell at you. You needed him to tell you that he didn’t care; that he’d only be around for you because of the baby.

When you tried to shove him again, he stood firm, his other hand coming to cradle the back of your head.

“Goddamnit, Daryl! Push me away! Shut me out!” You slapped a hand hard against his chest, fingers pulling at the leather again.

“Why?”

You couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t answer because you didn’t know. You didn’t want him to send you away. And you were so scared of that revelation that you yearned to scream just to feel something other than scattered turmoil that was enveloping your heart in a deviant swaddle of barbed wire.

Without a resolution to your emotional plight, you continued to cry until it drained everything out of you. Damn him, he just stood there with his arms around you; being the shield you so desperately needed. You wanted to hate him for it.

You wanted to, but you couldn’t.

Your sobs eventually dulled into sniffles and hiccups. After what felt like hours, your legs gave out, any strength you had when you left that bedroom was utterly spent. Daryl didn’t let you fall. You knew he wouldn’t. You weren’t tired enough to miss the way he held you up or the way he bent to sweep his arm under your knees.

You didn’t look at him while he carried you; turned your back to him when he placed you on the cot inside his tent. The flinch when he draped the sleeping bag over you was unintentional. You hoped he’d leave. Maybe he’d go out to hunt, irritated that you invaded the space he’d built for himself.

“Why’re ya here?”

Of course he didn’t. The universe hated you, that was abundantly clear now. “I… don’t know.”

“This cause’a hormones or whatever s’called?”

You snorted weakly, your hand working out from beneath the sleeping bag to wipe at your face. “What do you know about hormones, Daryl?”

“The book says—”

“Book?” You sat up on your forearm and twisted to look back at him. The archer looked annoyed, a decent flush spreading from his cheeks to the top of his ears.

“Went inta that town they go ta fer the meds n’ shit. Grabbed a, uh, book about baby stuff.” You blinked at him, earning a frown in return. “Don’ look at me like that. Yeah, I read, Y/N.”

You looked past his shoulder to where two books peeked from beneath some of his clothes. The one in question was closer, upside down and open beside the battery powered lamp.

The Expectant Father: Facts, Tips, and Advice for Dads-to-be

The small upturn of one corner of your mouth had him shifting to shield the book from your sight.

“How much have you read?”

“‘Nough ta know it ain’t much fun fer ya some’a the time.” He wouldn’t look at you now, finding interest in a piece of grass that he’d tracked inside. You hummed, a stirring in your chest that directly correlated with the feelings that had guided you there in the first place. The difference now was that you felt oddly grounded, able to focus on a single thought or feeling.

“Daryl?” He grunted without looking up. “Will you please move into the house?”

He sighed as though he’d been asked a thousand times. “Nah, too many people.”

“Then… can I stay out here with you?” It was your turn to find something to occupy your gaze. You settled on the sleeping bag zipper.

“Ya need ta be inside. Safer there.”

“I have a bedroom.” You weren’t sure how you felt about sharing a close space with the hunter, but you knew you needed him close. Tent or bedroom, you didn’t really care. “It’d just be me and you.”

The subtle shift of his jaw indicated he was chewing the inside of his cheek. Maybe you could find him something like toothpicks or straws, anything to keep him from hurting himself when he was uncomfortable.

“Why ya want me there? Ain’t like I’m miles away.”

“I feel safer with you.” Now it was you turning pink, your cheeks and neck flushing warm.

Daryl snorted. “Ya got over half a dozen people in there.”

“They’re not you.” You countered before you could think of a better way to say it. “Look, you’re the first person I met from this group. You’ve never hurt me. I trust you to fight with me.” You ducked your head. “To fight for me. To protect me if I can’t protect myself. To protect our baby.” When you met his eyes, you realized he had never looked at you the way he was at that moment. He still had that unreadable expression that you sometimes wanted to slap off of his face, but his eyes. There was something in his eyes.

“Lemme think ‘bout it.” He stated while rising to his feet. “Gotta meet ‘bout the kid later. Letcha know after.”

You didn’t want to drop the subject but at least he was going to consider it. Sitting up, you slumped on the cot, already feeling the need for a nap. Your energy levels had taken a major hit from your momentary lapse of sanity. Scratching at an itch on your belly, you were suddenly struck with the urge to share the progress note with Daryl. He was reading damn books on pregnancy. Surely he’d want to see. Right?

“Um, Daryl?”

“Yeah?” He’d stepped out to get his crossbow and bring it inside, continuing whatever he’d been doing. He still hadn’t asked you to leave. Maybe he was afraid you’d go batshit crazy a second time.

“I thought you might… well, this morning…” You furrowed your brow, groaning at your inability to put it into words. Finally, you just stood and lifted your shirt, sliding your pants down to just above your pubic bone. “I, uh, can’t get into my jeans anymore thanks to Thumper.”

Goddamn the man’s ability to maintain an expression of complete and utter stoicism. You suddenly felt self conscious, exposed. Maybe he couldn’t even see the difference. Fuck.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t… I think I should go.” You slipped your fingers beneath the waistband of the pants but that’s as far as you got before you felt Daryl’s fingertips on your knuckles. He didn’t say anything as he stepped closer, shining blue orbs zeroed in on your stomach. You tracked his movements, each step slow and deliberate until he was directly in front of you. Using the tip of his index finger, he drew a line from your sternum to just where your pants sat below the small curve of your belly.

“Really in there, huh?” His voice was soft and raspy and you weren’t sure if he was talking to you at all. It seemed like a moment between father and child. His palm was warm when he placed it flat just below your navel. You watched his hand, his fingers brushing lightly over your skin. It tickled but you stifled the giggle that threatened.

You opened your mouth to ask what the book said about how far along you were but when you lifted your gaze from your belly, he wasn’t looking at it at all. Deep blue pools were staring right back at you.

You knew your breaths were coming faster and your heart was beating a tattoo against your ribs. “Daryl?” Did you imagine that or did he just glance at your lips? You brought your hand to his face, barely brushing his skin when he pulled away abruptly.

“Head on back ta the house. Don’ think I’ll be movin’ in there. Better out here.” He grabbed up his weapon and turned his back to you.

You were still standing frozen, belly exposed and hand just finally dropping to your side. “Daryl, I—”

“Go.” Daryl’s voice cracked on the word.

You adjusted your clothing and stepped toward him. “Daryl—”

“GO!”

Eyes blown wide, you flinched back and stumbled from the tent. With energy you didn’t know you had, you ran and managed to make it to the house without falling though you stumbled on more than one occasion. You ignored the concerned calls of your name, nearly taking a tumble on the stairs, before finally disappearing into the bedroom and slamming the door. With your back against it, you tried and tried to catch your breath through the onslaught of tears. Your chest was tight, your stomach rolling.

Trapped in your distress, you couldn’t hear the screen door slap against the wall, Daryl’s boots heading toward the stairs, or even Carol’s accusatory shout.

“What did you do, Daryl?!”

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 6 months

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for kinktober! 31 & 4 for remus x fem reader please?

love this request 💛 hope you enjoy!

word count: 1k (MDNI!)

4: morning sex 31: thigh riding

Warmth. And a slight heaviness. These are your first sensations upon waking, and it takes you only a moment to attach them to their source: a sleeping Remus wrapped around you.

You can tell by the colour of the light streaming through the sides of the curtains that you have to be up soon.

Enjoying what time you have, you push yourself back further into him, loving being his little spoon. Your shifting weight seems to stir him because you feel him move with you, and a second later you feel his nose nuzzle the back of your neck.

“Morning, lovely,” he whispers hoarsely.

“Morning,” you reply sweetly.

He kisses your neck where his face is, close to your ear, and you squirm a bit at the delightful tickle. The movement draws your attention further down behind you: Remus’s morning wood, hard and ready. You giggle and grind your arse teasingly into him.

“Mmmmm, no fair, sweetheart,” he complains.

“What?” you fake innocence.

“Very funny.” Another kiss. “C’mere.” Pulling your hip, he turns you around in his arms so you’re turning to face him. Face to face, you nudge his nose with yours.

“Hi,” you whisper.

Grinning, he says, “How can you be so bloody beautiful?”

“Whatever,” you blush, hiding your face in his neck. You feel him chuckle and kiss the top of your head, his hand coming to your hair.

His other hand, still on your hip, sneaks under the hem of your shirt, caressing your bare skin in soft circles.

You’re in bliss and hate that you have to get up so soon. You wish you could lay in bed with him for hours.

“Remus,” you whisper, pulling back so your faces are a breath away from each other.

“Hm, lovely?” he whispers back, running his nose along yours, scanning your features deliberately with adoring eyes.

“I love waking up to you,” you confide like it’s a secret.

The already warm honey of his eyes looks like its melting at your words.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, like you’ve just told him the kindest thing of your lives. You thought it was pretty obvious.

“I don’t think it can ever get old,” you continue, melting into the moment.

He’s beaming softly at you.

“I love you,” he tells you simply. He kisses you gently, lazily, but lingering longingly on your lips. “I get to wake up to my world in my arms.”

You look into his eyes for a heavy moment, letting his words dance into your heart. Then you bring his face back to yours, kissing him slow and hard.

He moans into your mouth, finds your rhythm, follows it a while, then accelerates it. It’s a passionate softness now.

“C’mere,” he pulls you again. He brings your chest completely flush with his and rotates a bit so that you’re half on top of him. You bring your leg between his and shift to be completely on top of him.

One of his thighs is between yours, and you’re squeezing all of him close in your drowsy pleasure. He shifts his weight to hold you tightly, and the movement of his thigh against your heat draws a heavy sigh from your mouth where it’s still connected with his.

He pulls back enough to watch your face as he does it again, on purpose this time. You whimper.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” His voice is noticeably lower than last time he spoke. With your eyebrows scrunching and your lips parted, you nod.

He brings his large hands down your body, groping your arse and using their new position to push you against his leg in time with its next thrust.

Remus adores the sounds you make in reaction, but not enough not to muffle them by harshly bringing your mouths back together. His lips press against yours; his tongue asks yours to dance as he continues rubbing you against himself.

You can feel how wet you’re getting at the pressure, feel the warmth and throbbing building between your legs.

Remus picks up his pace slightly, massaging your arse, devouring your moans all the while.

So far, he’s very much been leading, but when he whispers gruffly into your ear, “Ride me, baby; make yourself feel good for me,” and starts mouthing your neck as he holds you close, your hips instinctively obey.

You grind yourself back and forth on his thigh, the friction addictive, each warm rush urging you to do it again, harder. You bare your neck to him and hold yourself up on his shoulders for better leverage. You begin riding him in earnest, your breath panting and your bed creaking.

“Remus,” you hiss, as you grip him close and push yourself against him over and over. He nods and keeps kissing you ardently as he moves his leg to your rhythm.

“‘M gonna…” you whisper, your mouth falling agape, your eyes squeezing shut. He grips you tighter, moves faster. “Reeem,” you whimper his name.

Another electric second and you’re coming on top of him, the pleasure coming like huge waves crashing slowly and steadily on soft, wet sand.

The sounds escaping your open mouth are strangled and euphoric. You ride through another crest, and another, then you slow, still grinding but languidly now.

Your whole body trembles on top of his, and Remus chuckles, squeezes you, and kisses the top of your head repeatedly once you collapse on his chest.

You lie in bliss till your breathing evens out, but it’s startled again by the loud alarm ringing on your bedside.

“Shit.” You reach and turn it off without leaving your mount.

Remus sits up now, his arms still around your waist as you straddle him.

“Sorry we didn’t…” you start, palming the prominent bulge in his pants. He tsks and kisses you before you can finish your thought. Your arms come around his neck, and you hold him close and play with his hair as you kiss.

“Watching your face when you come is a high on its own,” he smiles. He gives you another quick peck then adds cheekily, “And there’s always later to look forward to.” Another kiss against your laughing lips before you both scramble out of the sheets toward a bright new day.

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urmomspersonalwhore · 7 months

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Concealed Fate

MINORS DNI

-Clorinde/Reader, NSFW, hatefucking, degrading, hair pulling, slapping, slight brat taming, etc…

“Someone should put you in your place.”

Kinktober 4

You were a wanted thief of Fontaine.

While walking by a stand, you grabbed an item they were selling, making sure no one was looking. Your head turned to your side until it was squished against somebody’s chest. A bodyguard of the Hydro Archon and champion duelist, Clorinde. Next to her, stood Focalors who didn't pay attention to you and instead talked to a blonde and possibly the president of Spina Di Rosula. The purple-haired bodyguard saw you stealing and instantly recognized you as the wanted criminal.

Of course, you were arrested...

You always threw an attitude and started arguments with the guards. Every day testing their patience.

It was only after two days that you heard some keys dangling and your door being opened. Your head turned, the familiar duelist standing there. She held a pair of cuffs with a monotone expression.

“Hands out.” The woman muttered.

“Someone should put you in your place.”

Not wanting to cause any trouble, you did as told but of course with a small attitude. She didn't take it too well, roughly pulling your wrists as she placed the restraints. Turning and tossing you onto the sorry excuse for a bed. You were left speechless, not knowing what to say as everything was so fast and confusing. Though small ‘stops’ were said when Clorinde pulled your pants down.

“Shut up” she grunted once she pulled your arms so your back was pressed against her chest. That was when you noticed she had taken her Lower clothing off, feeling the faux cock against your pussy. Despite your protests, you still were wet from the rough treatment of the Dualist.

“You’re getting off from this? Didn’t know you were such a slut.” The woman mocked,

“It’s just-“You were cut off by the strap being slipped past against your walls. A groan slipped out of her mouth from how tight it was. It wasn’t just because you were a virgin, but mainly to attempt to stop her. A hand landed on your ass, leaving a red mark temporarily. A sign to loosen up, so you did. But alongside a small plead,

“Please, stop-“ “Shut your mouth before I do it for you.”

A whimper fell from your vocals, her hips slowly moving in and out. Waiting for your cunt to allow easy access, and when it was finally granted, she pounded into you mercilessly. The room filled with the loud noise of skin smacking against each other and the weak bed creaking with each thrust. It didn’t take long for you to cum, but that didn’t stop her. She continued to abuse your hole, pushing your head down against the singular pillow and your ass in the air. A bit of drool escaping your mouth alongside mewls. You hated how your body reacted to her rough thrusts, craving for more.

“Fucking whore, so wet for me.” She spoke between groans, feeling your walls tighten again. Your moans became more frequent and heightened in volume. Seeing that you were close, her relentless abuse became worse. Drawing smacks to your ass from time to time, leaning down to grope at your breasts. A minute later, you emitted a hoarse moan. She didn't stop, only after you came the second time did she lay on top of you. Keeping the faux cock in you to hold in your cum before pulling out. Both of you heavily panting coming to a halt after a bit.

She pulled back her pants and underwear, took off your cuffs, and left you to put your clothing back on. The door was slammed shut.

You knew this wouldn't be the last.

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just-another-star-47 · 2 months

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🌶 NSFW 🌶

Disclaimer: Please be aware that the following story is fiction and a fantasy and written with the mindset, that Sebastian could never do anything that MC truly dislikes. Scenes like that need communication and clear boundaries in real life, so please reflect on the things you read.

Because I never hated you

90s AU

"Sebastian?"

"Hm?"

They were still lying in bed, their sweaty bodies slowly cooling down but still tightly entwined. The smell of tobacco lingered in the air, even though Sebastian had swapped his cigarette for a book a while ago. As his eyes flitted over the lines, his fingers buried themselves in her hair and gently massaged her scalp.

"How come...?" she bit her lip and ran her fingertips restlessly over his chest, "...how come you're so good?"

The last words were mumbled and with a raised eyebrow, Sebastian turned his eyes away from the book and towards her.

"Good at what?"

Her unpleasantly touched sigh and the way she avoided looking at him finally helped him draw the right conclusions.

"Oh..." he carefully let her slide from his chest back onto the sheet as he leant over her, "so I'm good in bed, am I?"

His self-satisfied grin made her roll her eyes, "Forget it."

"How could I?" he chuckled softly and lowered his lips to the shell of her ear, nibbling it tenderly, "to be honest, I'd even like to hear it again."

"Certainly not," her reply sounded only half as resolute as she had planned as his lips slid down her neck, raising goosebumps.

"To be honest, I've read a lot," he finally answered her question, running his fingertips over her.

"Anatomy of the human body..." his fingers circled her nipple, "and definitely more explicit reading."

With a low hum, his mouth closed around the part of her body he had just stimulated, sucking on it playfully. He enjoyed the way her back instantly arched, her body eager for more touches.

"Besides, you're making it pretty easy for me, kitten."

Grinning, he watched her expression, the look in her eyes that literally begged for more.

"So... No extensive experimenting?"

Even though her voice was laced with lust, he could hear the slight note of uncertainty and his brow furrowed.

After a moment of silence, he finally shook his head: "No. It takes more than an attractive body and a little charm to get me to... experiment."

Running a hand through his hair, he sat up and regarded her, holding her gaze with gentle eyes before his usual mischievous grin creeped back onto his face.

"For example, a cheeky brat who drives me nuts and is only quiet when her body is busy digesting what I serve her."

"I didn't do anything!" she grumbled, wincing as Sebastian leant down and bit into her inner thigh.

"Only because you're still out of breath, baby," he laughed to himself.

"My kitten is just too tired to show her claws."

As she grumbled in frustration, Sebastian dropped beside her, supporting his head with one hand while the other ran over her body again.

"Sometimes I wonder how far you'd go for me, despite your cheekiness."

His eyes, sparkling with excitement, found hers, holding her captive until the moment his thumb stroked her clit and she closed them in delight.

"That's my girl," he whispered in her ear, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he watched her body tremble with satisfaction.

"Perhaps now is the time to apply some more of my knowledge."

He shifted his weight, letting the fingers of one hand enter her and massage her most sensitive areas, while the fingers of the other gently stroked her throat.

"What do you think, doll? Shall we go a little further?"

Unable to answer, a loud moan escaped her throat, her hips thrusting against his hand as he increased the intensity and speed of his movements.

"Let's take that as a yes, huh?"

With a surprised gasp, she opened her eyes as his hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed lightly. She felt her heart hammering in her chest as a hot shiver coursed through her body as she pleaded with her eyes for more.

"Fuck yes, I knew it. That's my girl. My beautiful, good girl."

His fingers pressed into her neck, cutting off the flow of blood to her brain and leaving her strangely suspended as she experienced the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a storm surge.

Dazed, she felt the pressure release moments after, and he pulled her towards him, one of her legs on his shoulder as he fused their two bodies together.

She could do nothing more than react, her body tired yet tense to the extreme, wave after wave crashing over her.

"I love it, when you're loud like that, baby..." Sebastian murmured with a grin, his thrusts intensifying, his hand cupping her chin to get a better look at her face, drawn with delight.

Her nails left a pattern of red marks on his back as he bent lower over her, her body intuitively submitting to his rhythm. Whimpering, she staggered towards her orgasm, the sign for Sebastian to put his hand around her neck again and squeeze.

"Yes, come for me, baby. Let me see how you fall apart with my hand wrapped around your pretty neck like this..."

His voice was rough and almost breathless, his gaze fixed on her face as he kept his rhythm and himself together.

Only moments later, her body jerked, filled with euphoria that was indescribable in its intensity.

"Fuck, you look so damn beautiful like that..." Sebastian's voice broke, unable to hold back any longer, "... fuck... yes."

They lay on top of each other, panting, his cum trickling down her inner thigh as he slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.

"Come here, sweet girl."

Still dizzy, she snuggled against him, feeling his fingers along her spine before tracing circles over her back.

"You liked that, don't you?"

With a faint nod, she let out a sigh, her body still vibrating from all the emotions.

"Yes. I should probably have a look at the books you're reading, though..."

With a warm laugh, he pulled her close and pressed his lips against the marks his fingers had left on her neck.

"I'd be more than happy to show you."

All snippets can be found here.

What have I done, what have I done..🙈

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natswritingz · 2 years

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Little Black Skirt (Eddie Munson x fem!reader) SMUT 18+

(A/N- My writing took a weird turn and like switched up on me, so I hope you enjoy this style, whatever it is? Requests are open, I also apologize for any typos, I did proofread but knowing me, I probably missed something. Hope you enjoy :) )

Warnings - SPANKING KINK! This story is all about spanking and fingering, dom Eddie, praising, also being called slutty hehe

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Eddie hated, hated, when you wore your tight little skirts, because of course the only time you'd wear them was when he couldn't lay a hand on you. You "never" wore them when it was the two of you in private according to him, which was a fat lie.

Today was one of those days you wore your little black skirt, it fell only mere inches below your ass. A nice treat for Eddie later, you'd argue it was a nice treat for him all night.

"I'll see you Monday." You hugged Robin goodbye as Steve rolled his eyes behind the two of you as if this wasn't what happened every time you all hung out.

Eddie just stood in a trance, your legs looked fucking fantastic, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The wind would slightly pick up and move your skirt just enough for him to see the red lace of your panties, his favorite pair. Your thighs, just there tantalizing him, he thought his face would look better between them.

You stood back from the embrace, Eddie now taking you under his arm as Steve and Robin got into his car and drove off. Watching the taillights disappear into the distance of the trailer park, you could feel Eddie remove his arm from your shoulders and before you knew it, his large hand paired with cold rings grabbed at your ass.

"I feel like I faintly remember requesting you to not wear the sluttiest thing you own when we're in a position I can't take you on the spot." The brunette's sarcastic comment induced a facetious eye roll from you.

"Man, I feel like I remember faintly not caring." Turning on your heel Eddie's hand was involuntarily moved from your ass to your hip. Now looking at him, you both had coy smirks on your face, each for different reasons. You beamed with playfulness, while he was fueled with lust and unspeakable ideas.

Ed wanted to waste no more time, taking ahold of your hand he guided you inside to the cluttered trailer and into his even more cluttered room. Going to sit on the bed, Eddie stopped you and instead took a seat himself, leaving you on display.

"Since you decided to tease me tonight with your little skirt, I think it's only fair you receive a punishment. Don't you think, babygirl?" His dominance made you weak in the knees. The corner of his lips curled to a devious smile; one you've grown quite used to.

"Fine, let's get this over with." You coolly played it off, not knowing what he had up his sleeve kept you on pins and needles.

"Tsk - in a gritty mood tonight? I definitely think ol' Y/N deserves her punishment." The desire in his eyes was apparent the more you went back and forth, his pupils dilated with the slightest rim of brown. "Come here and bend over my knee." You sent him an inquisitive look to which he replied to by tapping his palm against his left thigh.

Deciding to entertain Eddie, you obliged and laid yourself over his knees, your ass now face up in his lap. He stifled a groan at the sight of your skirt already beginning to ride up, the red panties ever so visible. You felt the presence of a single digit drawing lines up and down your thighs with the occasional tracing on the curve of your ass, his gentle touch made your core ache.

"Look at this slutty little undergarment you have on, what was the reason for wearing these? Hm?" His voice became lower the more he spoke, a telltale sign Eddie was beyond horny. His gravelly tone made you pull your lip between your teeth, your eyes shutting harshly before letting your face relax once more.

"O-only pair that was clean." Seeing right through your stuttered fib, he knew the real reason, you wanted his attention and that was just what he was going to give you.

"So now we have to lengthen your punishment, for lying and wearing this little skirt. Anything else you wanna do to add to your punishment, sweetheart?" He cupped his hand to the back of your knee, slowly dragging it up towards your ass, sending goosebumps to your surfaces.

"I didn't li-" SMACK. Your body jolted at the sudden impact, the stinging sensation on your left asscheek coming mere seconds later. You could hear Eddie's shallow breathing paired with a faint grunt; he was enjoying himself.

"You're just digging your hole there, babe." His palm rested on your ass, massaging it to calm down the pain before lifting and letting it fall with another harsh slap, a whine escaped your lips. "Sounds like someone's getting pleasure from being a bad girl." Then another one, SMACK.

"Fuck - Eddie." You moaned your words through a clenched jaw, your ass was virtually on fire. The pain mixed with your excitement, perfectly balancing each other like yin and yang, leaving you to soak your undergarment and ache without any touch to your covered pussy.

"What do you need, princess? Just tell me what you need." He cooed, adoring the beet red marks he left on your pretty ass.

"Touch m-" SMACK. This hit drew a loud moan from your swollen lips you had been biting at a little too much.

"You want me to touch you? Do you think you deserve it after tonight?" All you could do was hum in agreement. He tsked his tongue in thought, removing his hand that was clamped to the back of your knee and began playing with the hem of the lace panties. "Such a beautiful view, a few more spanks and I'm not sure I'll be able to tell where the material starts." The thought of Eddie leaving your ass bright red somehow turned you on more, you weren't sure that was possible at this point, but Eddie always had his ways of surprising you.

His pointer finger crept along the fabric, falling to where your covered cunt throbbed. He pushed against your covered clit which endorsed another moan from you, rubbing ever so slightly, painfully teasing you.

"You know-" He moved his hand upward, looping his finger around the fabric just above your wet slit, pulling the material up just enough to have it put pressure on your core. "I love hearing your noises when I spank you, I know you're enjoying it just as much as I am."

"Maybe more than you." You butted in. You couldn't see his smirk, but you could sense it, you knew Eddie all too well. He pulled the panties up, the article pushing on your clit even harder. Your hips moved as instinct, desperately trying to get more relief. Another loud contact could be heard paired with the sensation of pleasurable pain. Desperately looking for something to clench, you took a fistful of his sheets, knuckles turning white as you secured your grip.

"Let's take these off." Removing his palm from the hold he took above your pussy, using both hands he snaked his fingers under the cloth while you raised your hips, swiftly pulling them to the halfway mark on your thighs. You were exposed to him now, free to explore as much as he'd like.

His left hand began to tease your entrance, drawing sloppy lines between your lubed lips. A sigh of relief poured from your mouth, his warm fingers continued to dance temptingly. Finally giving you what you want, he slowly entered his middle finger, allowing your walls to eagerly accept him.

"Mm - you're so fucking wet for me princess, too bad you've been such a bad girl, I'd be licking you clean right now." His right hand could be felt in your hair, jerking your head back to where your breath caught in your throat. Your eye's landed on a Judas Priest poster you hopelessly attempted to fixate on, Eddie was driving you mad with his teasing.

He pumped his digit slowly, sliding in and out, you swore paint drying was faster than his current pace. You found yourself fighting the urge to push back against his hand, your hips needed to buck or roll, anything for more. Anything for him to go deeper.

"Look at how patient my girl is, such a good girl." He leaned towards your tilted back head, whispering his praises in your ear. "Not trying to grind against me, just letting me finger you at my own pace." He knew what he was doing, he wanted you to misbehave, to permit another spank.

He completely stopped moving, no longer moving his hand and just letting his finger rest snug inside you. Asshole, you thought to yourself.

"Eddieeee." Your whine was needy, still refusing to make any motion against his hand.

"I know you wanna fuck my hand back, babygirl." He let go of your hair, allowing you to hang it at your own elevation. "Do it. Give in." His words of encouragement pushed you. You needed the release now, this instant. With that, you pushed your ass back, feeling his finger submerge deeper.

The hand that unclasped from your hand now slapped your ass another time, his finger still inside you. The pain of the slap and his finger sliding into your soaking pussy felt like utter bliss. You continued to roll your hips which got Eddie to give in, entering another finger and curling them while he laid another smack on your ass.

"Umph - yes, ke-keep going." You moaned, reinforcing your grip on his sheets. The sound of his open palm against your cheek filled the room once more, then again, and again. As he continued to smack your backside, he picked up the pace just how you like it, reaching your g-spot repeatedly.

"You like that, princess? You like me fucking you while I punish you?" All you could do was loudly moan in response, currently, words weren't at your disposal.

It was so stimulating; the fullness of Eddie's large fingers, the burning sensation radiating from your ass, his dirty words, the grunts he'd let out as you squirmed around on his hard bulge. It was enough to make you think you've died and gone to heaven.

"You gonna cum babygirl?" He could feel and sense it, your walls clenching around his fingers, the soft whimpers mixed with moans that exited your pretty mouth, you were going to cum. Mhm was the only 'word' that you could vocalize, his hand still pounding against your pussy, the other now massaging your ass through the slaps he gave you.

"Shit Eddie - I'm gonna cu- Eddie I'm gonna-" You were a mess with shaking legs.

"Cum for me princess." And so you did, your walls pulsating around his fingers, the butterflies in your stomach felt like they were being released as you rode out your orgasm with sharp pants, you were unfolding in his hands.

Giving you a few seconds, he slowly pulled out and drew his hand to his face, licking his middle and pointer fingers clean, savoring your taste. You continued to lay face down on his lap, exhausted from the explosive orgasm you just had.

"I've changed my mind, I think you should wear this more often." His words made you lazily giggle.

"If that happens every time I do, gladly."

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lovelybucky1 · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 12- Period Sex

warnings: afab reader, period sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex,

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Bradley Bradshaw is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He’s caring, attentive, and oh-so willing to wait on you. He does everything in his power to make sure you’re comfortable and content, which is why when you were hit with a particularly painful bout of cramps, he never left your side.

He made sure you had water, coffee, juice, soda, ibuprofen, blankets, pillows, a heating pad, and all the stuffies you could ask for to keep you comfortable. He put on your favorite movies and sat on the floor next to the couch to watch then with you.

While everything he did made your heart swell, you were still experiencing pain. Bradley hated seeing you like this, so he went to the internet to do some research, and found something very interesting.

“Period sex?”

“I read that it helps with cramps, and if nothing else it’ll take your mind off the pain,” he explains, a pink blush on his cheeks.

“I’m not opposed to the idea but… won’t it be messy?” you ask hesitantly.

Rooster smiles softly. “Don’t worry about all of that, honey. I’ll take care of it. You just go take a nice shower and relax while I set everything up, okay?”

You nod and Bradley kisses you gently on the forehead before helping you out of bed and carrying you to the bathroom like the princess you are. He gets you a black bath towel and wash rag, not because you can’t reach them, simply because he wanted to. You hug him tight before he leaves you to shower.

While you’re busy washing up, Bradley sets up the bedroom. He dims the lights, makes the bed, lays more black towels out, lights a few candles, draws the curtains, and sets out comfortable clothes for you.

Before long, you’re opening the bathroom door, steam pouring out from behind you as you stand in the doorway, wrapped in your towel. You take in the sight of the room, looking as romantic and magical as it did on your anniversary.

Bradley appears in the doorway of the bedroom, a cool bottle of water in his hand. He sets it down on the nightstand before walking over to you. He leads you to the bed and he pauses in front of it.

“Tell me how you want this, sweetheart. Do you want clothes on?” he asks, gesturing to the folded pile on the arm chair. You shake your head and he smiles a bit, trying to hide his giddiness at getting to see your breasts. “Talk to me, baby.”

“I… want you, Bradley,” you whisper, feeling shy. He pulls you into a hug, pinning your arms to your chest while you try to hold up your towel, and the two of you just laugh.

Bradley lets you go and he brings his hands up to take the edge of the towel from your grasp. You let him, and he opens the towel and lets it fall to the floor at your feet, exposing you to him.

His eyes travel over your bare skin, and he curses under his breath. He thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen by far, and it makes him beyond happy to call you his.

He places his hands on your hips and leans in to kiss you gently. It’s soft, slow, tentative, like you might break if he moves too suddenly. You appreciate the thought, but even during this time of the month, you’re not going to break. You kiss him back with more intensity, and you catch his moan of surprise in your mouth. He pulls away a bit to chuckle.

“Let me take my time with you,” he whispers, and you can’t deny him that.

He warms you up slowly, continuing to kiss you as he walks you backwards, pressing you against the bed. His hands trail over your body, until they meet their final resting places on your lower back and between your legs.

Bradley rubs your clit slowly, using the slickness of your pussy to ease his movements. You’re more sensitive than usual, and the callousness of his fingertips almost hurt as they touch your bud.

“Fuck,” you whimper, just as he pushes his middle finger into you.

“So tight for me, sweetness. I’m gonna have to work you open.”

He pulls his finger out, and you whine at the empty feeling. You don’t have to long much, because once he has you on your back on top of the towel, his fingers are back inside you, scissoring and stretching you.

Once you’re open and ready for him, Rooster wipes his hand on the towel, kicks off his sweatpants and tosses his shirt across the room, then crawls on top of you. His knees rest between your legs and his forearms cage your head.

“You want my cock, honey?” he asks, voice a low whisper in your ear.

“Yeah,” you reply in a similar tone.

“You want me to wear a condom?”

You consider his offer, knowing that there will be less of a mess if he does, but you both love how it feels without one.

“N-no.”

Rooster chuckles breathily in your ear. “Good girl.”

He slides his tip through your folds until you’re squirming. By the time he pushes in, you’re desperate for it. The wet squelch of his cock bottoming out into you makes you cringe, but the feeling is too good.

“So fuckin’ wet, honey. Feels so fuckin’ good,” he mutters.

He grabs your thigh and brings your legs around his waist so he can fuck you deeper and hit the spot he knows will make you crumble.

“Fuck, Bradley!” you gasp.

The mix of the pain from your cramps and the pleasure of his thick cock inside of you make your head spin. You’re already more sensitive than usual during this time of the month, and his teasing wound you up even more. You know you won’t last long, especially when his fingers find your clit and begin to toy with it.

“Gonna make you cum, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum ‘til you can’t anymore,” he says, mouth pressed against your eat.

He sucks your earlobe into his mouth as he drives his cock into you. Noises are flowing freely from your lips, and you don’t have it in you to be ashamed, not when your boyfriend is making such a mess of you.

You feel the knot in your stomach tightening, so you bring your other leg up to wrap around his waist. He’s impossibly deep, and your orgasm crashes over you like a wave. He fucks you through it, never once faltering in his pace.

“That’s one. I know you have more in you, honey.”

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64yrsold · 1 year

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the sound

“Where’s your white shirt?” I asked, furiously scrubbing my dress with a lint roller.

“Which white shirt?” He replied, watching me inquisitively. He cleared his throat.

“The one I laid out on the bed for you,” I chirped back, leaning close to the mirror to smudge away the mascara under my eyes.

“I thought, maybe, your parents might like this little number,” He sang, pointing his thumbs at his silky mustard button-down. He swayed gently, showing off the fabric. I looked at him in the reflection of the mirror, face unmoving.

“Okay, baby, I love that shirt, I really do-“ I began, and he smirked, standing behind me and kissing my neck.

“It’s my lucky shirt,” He murmured in my ear, “I don’t think I’ve ever taken it off by myself.”

“But my parents. They aren’t gonna like it.” I winced, searching my makeup bag for some normal, neutral lip balm.

“Well, why not?” He demanded, running his hands over the curves of my hips.

“Look at how boring I’m dressed right now,” I held my hands out, gesturing at my ill-fitting and shapeless neutral dress.

“You look gorgeous,” He gasped, pulling my hands back down to my sides, “It’s just, uh, different. Which I like, of course!” He looked at me nervously in the mirror.

“I’m… Please, I don’t want you to hate them before you even meet them.” I groaned, dabbing on my lip balm. “I can hate them. But you have to like them.”

“I love them!” He grinned, hugging me briefly. “I’ll change my shirt. I’ve got to make sure I wear something your mum likes.”

I spun around, pointing a finger at his face.

“Are you… hitting on my mom.” I said lowly, and his eyes widened.

“No!” He laughed, swatting my accusatory finger away, “I promise, darling, you’re the one for me. No matter how hot your mum is.”

“Alright, we’re not going.” I stomped out of the bathroom, pacing the hallway.

“I’m joking! Your mum is not hot! Unless… Uh, you want her to be?” He called after me, “Baby!”

I fanned my face, crouching down for a moment, before giving in and sitting on the floor.

“God, I’m panicking.” I shuddered, taking a few deep breaths.

“Hey, you’re alright,” He appeared, standing over me. He knelt in front of me, a hand gently patting my shoulder.

“You’re not helping,” I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

“Alright, fair,” He shrugged, “Honestly, I didn’t know you were so nervous. I’m sorry, I should’ve paid more attention.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.”

“But listen,” He said calmly, “I’ve got the white shirt on. I’m going to be very quiet. I’ll be kind, sweet, a true gentleman. I’ll be good, baby.” He put his hand under my chin, thumb pulling at my bottom lip. “I’ll make you proud.”

I sighed, reassured.

“I know,” I closed my eyes, “I want them to love you. Because I love you. And you’re non-negotiable.”

“Trust me,” he leaned in, nose touching mine, “Nothing’s keeping me from you.”

“Promise?” My eyebrows furrowed together, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Of course, promise,” He tugged at my chin, “Come here,” He dropped his lips on mine, the pressure drawing a sigh from my throat. He breathed me in deeply, letting my hands skirt over his chest.

“Shit,” I pulled away quickly, “No, no kissing.”

“Why?” He chuckled, tongue skimming his bottom lip.

“They’re gonna know!” I urged.

“Know that we were kissing?” He tilted his head to the side, scratching his neck.

“Yes,” I said, “One time,” I whispered, and he leaned in closely, “I was making out with my high school boyfriend in a park.”

“Whoa,” He raised his eyebrows sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

“And then I went home. I walked in the door, and my dad said, ‘Were you out kissing some boy just now?’” I did my best impression of my dad, lowering my voice. “How the fuck did he know that!” I shook my head.

“Well, understood, then,” He agreed, kissing my cheek cautiously, “I’ll keep it PG.”

“Keep it G,” I warned, “Like, seriously.”

“Okay, you got it.” He nodded.

I stood up, but he stayed on the ground, knees to his chest.

“Are you coming?” I asked, dusting off my dress.

“Yeah, just,” He gave me a look, cheeks warm, “I’m keeping it G.”

“Oh my God,” I giggled, nudging him with my foot.

“Don’t- Don’t touch me right now,” He shut his eyes tightly, “I can’t help it, angel, you were just kissing me,” He took a deep breath, “Just… You have to leave.”

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astarionsilverbough · 6 months

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Raphael used to have long, shiny hair.

Oh, but it was beautiful. He coveted it, cared for it. It was almost ritualistic for him, the tending to the soft locks that fell nearly to his ass, just barely covering the dimples carved into his lower back.

It is a sacred thing, his hair.

And then comes the day when Harleep sinks a savage hand into it to yank him into submission - and like everything else Harleep touches, that sanctity is brutally defiled.

After his dear lord husband has taken what he feels he’s owed, Raphael takes a blade to the hair he loved so well as he nurses his wounds in the bath. From then on, he keeps it short. Almost meticulously so.

Until -

“You’ve the most beautiful hair. Have I ever told you that?”

And he doesn’t often allow this - this tenderness after he and Dekarios spend time together. But the warmth that radiates from Dekarios’ golden skin is rendering him weak; it is a weakness he’s beginning to indulge in more and more.

Dangerous. Oh, it’s so very dangerous.

“If you have, I don’t recall it,” Raphael mutters against the front of Dekarios’ throat. He runs an idle hand over Dekarios’ ribs, feeling the way the man breathes and weaving the sound of his heartbeat together with the cadence of those breaths until they’re syncopated.

Dekarios’ fingers sink into Raphael’s thick, soft hair and he goes still on instinct. But this isn’t his lord husband, the beast that keeps him tethered to his father; this is Gale Dekarios, and Gale Dekarios only hurts Raphael if Raphael asks very, very nicely.

So, it doesn’t happen often.

And it doesn’t happen now, as Dekarios cards his nimble, clever fingers through Raphael’s hair in gentle, sweeping strokes. He thumbs over the shell of Raphael’s ear and the cambion shivers. Dekarios hums through a soft smile.

“It’s so soft,” he remarks, sounding bewildered, “how do you get it this soft? What’s the secret?”

“No secret,” Raphael says, heart thundering as Gale gently scratches his scalp with blunt fingertips, “I simply don’t use product or tease it to death every morning.”

“To death!” Dekarios exclaims quietly. “I have lovely locks, thank you very much - they might be a bit… coarser than yours but I think I have quite a nice head of hair.”

Raphael lifts his chin. He doesn’t want to move to look at the mage, lest the man stop what he’s doing. Before he can decide either way, Gale shifts to kiss across Raphael’s cheekbone to his ear.

“Now would be when you could reassure me, tempest,” Dekarios burrs. “ ‘oh, yes - you have gorgeous, lush locks, Gale’. Why thank you, dear, I quite agree!”

Cheeks heating, Raphael snorts. “Your impression of me is abysmal,” he starts, turning his face towards Gale’s, “but I will admit - under duress - that I am fond of your ridiculously teased hair, Dekarios. Even if it is greasy and stiff at the end of the day.”

It’s unkind. Still, Gale smiles against Raphael’s ear. The heat builds between their bodies; Dekarios is shockingly solid for a man of magical persuasion. He rolls Raphael into the messy sheets of his conjured bed with ease, hips finding their way between his thighs as if -

Well.

By magic.

“I know I jest too much,” Dekarios murmurs, one big hand still cradling the back of Raphael’s head, fingers tangled in his hair; “that I cannot argue with,” Raphael says dryly.

“I mean to say,” Dekarios continues, nosing at Raphael’s jaw and cheek, “that I know you enjoy me - the way I look. The way my hair is stiff and greasy at the end of the day. I needn’t coax compliments out of you, it’s unfair of me.”

Raphael wants so badly to hate him. To rail against the tenderness - but he’s too weak. Rendered willingly fangless because he doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he ever bit into Gale Dekarios hard enough to draw blood.

“And if I hated it?”

“You would tell me,” Gale says, stormy eyes commanding Raphael’s focus. “Wouldn’t you.”

It’s not a question.

Gale tips forward; Raphael strains up. The kiss is devastating and slow, tempting him closer to a madness he isn’t sure he wants to escape.

Dekarios keeps a hand fisted in Raphael’s soft hair as he fucks into him again with even, tempered thrusts.

It feels sacred.

It is sacred.

Raphael stops cutting his hair.

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ticklygiggles · 8 months

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Day 3 - Ginny's birthday Extravaganza | N$FW

A/N: Third day of Ginny's week! I hope you enjoy these wonderful and very hot babies, my sweetest girl! I love you endlessly! @otomiya-tickles

Summary: Baek Youngchan and Seo Hyunsoo try something different in bed~

"I hate this."

"Hmm? How much?"

How it infuriated him to hear that mocking tone in Baek Youngchan's voice. He must have been out of his fucking mind to accept something like this, that's for sure, but he couldn't fool himself; when Baek Youngchan told him that he would like to try something new in bed, Seo just couldn't say no because, as much as he hated to admit it, Baek Youngchan was very good in bed.

He made him feel great all the time and the orgasms he achieved with this man were out of this world. So if Baek Youngchan wanted to try something a little kinkier, Seo wouldn't say no, but of course he would act like he didn't want to do it.

It was useless anyway, because Baek Youngchan knew him embarrassingly well.

Seo squirmed with a small growl purring in his chest. He pulled on his arms and legs and when he felt the pressure of the handcuffs around his wrists and ankles, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement, butterflies fluttering in his lower belly.

He clenched his fingers and toes and squeezed his eyes behind the bandage around his head. Not being able to see made him really nervous, but at the same time very excited. Being under Baek Youngchan's power, completely naked and when he couldn't move or see, made adrenaline rush through his body and caused his cock to tremble slightly.

He squirmed once more, before opening his mouth to release more venom at Baek Youngchan. "Will you ever start doing something or will we stay like this all night?"

Baek Youngchan chuckled, "so eager already? Didn't you say you were hating this?"

"Hmph! Whatever!" Seo huffed, a soft pink hue leaking behind his blindfold. "You better start doing something, though, or else- haah! A-Ah, what's that?! It's itchy!"

It was not only itchy, it also tickled! Something soft dragged across his lower belly, drawing a trembling line from hip to hip that had Seo's skin prickling with goosebumps. Seo gasped and squirmed, pulling at his bonds, trying to jerk away from the soft touch.

"S-Stop," he whined, "that f-feels awful, I- ahahaha! Ack!"

Aaghh! He wanted to kick himself in the face! Why was his skin so damn sensitive?! The soft thing dragged up from one of his hips to the tender skin right under his ribcage, the muscle jumping when the tickling sensation disturbed it.

The flush on Seo's face traveled to his neck and ears. Last time he checked, Baek Youngchan didn't know he was ticklish, but now- dammit!

"B-Bahaek Y-Youngchan! You b-bahastard, thihis w-wasn't what I- ahahaha! Nohoho!"

This son of a-! The soft object had yet again changed spots, moving up from where it was languidly drawing circles under his ribs to his chest, quickly settling in one of his nipples.

A deep moan escaped Seo's lips and he pulled at his restrained limbs again, his body arching against the touch. It fucking tickled! He felt sparks of overwhelming sensations all over his body, it made him want to crawl out of his skin, but the sparks were also slowly making their way to a certain part of him that was getting harder and harder the more Baek tickled him.

"A-At least s-s-say someth-thing, nnghh! Haah!"

"You're so pretty."

Seo whined, his hips jerking upwards a little. He had to come and say such a thing with such a loving voice, huh?! Seo hated him so much, he hated him, he hated-

"AHAHAHA, n-nohohot thahat p-plahahace!" Seo barked out bright laughs when he felt the tender touch climbing from his erect nipple to his taunted armpit.

It brushed lightly over the skin, but Seo was a sensitive man and that was one of his weakest spots, so he really couldn't help but laugh, head thrown back as he pulled at his arm.

Why was tickling, of all things, making him feel this way?! He was fully erect by now, his cock sticking up proudly as it bounced with every of his movements. This was so humiliating!

"These are feathers, it kinda looks like a duster," Baek said over Seo's laughter as he twirled and brushed and shook the feathers against the sensitive underarm, drawing out more of that delicious moany laughter. "It's pitch black and it contrasts with your skin so nicely, Hyunsoo. I'd like to take a picture."

"D-Dohohon't you dahah-ah! N-Nohohoho! It's too lihihihight!"

Baek chuckled and Seo felt fucking butterflies in his stomach. "Should I go harder?"

"AHAHAHA! N-Nohoho!" Seo cackled when he felt a couple of squeezes against his waist. "L-Lihihihight is goohohod!"

"That I can see," Baek Youngchan said and Seo squeaked when the feathers were suddenly off him.

He went limp against the bed, trying to calm his breathing and feeling his body shaking slightly. His dick was hard as a rock and his hips were circling a little; he already felt precum leaking from his tip and he whined. For how long would Baek Youngchan play arou-

"Nnghhh!"

He was startled when he felt Baek's mouth closing around one of his nipples, his teeth gently scraping against the sensitive skin and then his tongue flicking against it, making him moan loudly.

"Nngh, s-stop. I don't- haah! N-Noho! Nohot tihihicklihing agahahain!"

There were no feathers this time, but Baek's fingertips lightly tracing his skin. Thumbs gently rubbing against his hips, nails dragging up his sides and skittering against his belly and under his ribs; and then moving higher and higher until he reached Seo's armpits.

"Ahahaha! H-Hohohohold ohohon! N-Not thahahat spohohohot!"

Baek Youngchan barely hummed as he lifted his head, the string of saliva connecting his mouth to Seo's nipple teared apart when he lowered his head to Seo's other nipple.

"Aangh! B-Bahahaek Y-Yohoungchahan- aha! S-Stohohop!"

Seo was seeing stars. Baek's fingernails gently, lightly, tenderly scratched at his taunt skin, making him laugh and giggle and squirm slightly. His sensitive nipples tingling as Baek gave them all the attention with his mouth. He was going crazy, his brain felt like mush, the combination of sensations driving him up the wall in the most amazing way possible.

He was going to cum.

"Stopstopstopstop, I'm gohohonna- nngh!"

He felt his mind going blank, his sight blurring as thousands of sparks flew as he finally reached his peak. His cum spurted out as he trembled and cried out a yell of ecstasy and pure bliss.

He was left trembling with aftershocks, breathless and dizzy, seeing little dots dancing infront of his eyes and forgetting about everything and anything, except for the strong hands clasping his waist, grounding him.

"You're not going any softer," Baek Youngchan purred, his eyes dark with lust. "Maybe it is time for this?" Seo weakly lifted his head.

Ah, it's definitely #F9AAAE. Seo's eyes turned into hearts upon seeing Baek's erect cock and he gulped, nodding quickly.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Baek smiled, undoing the bonds around Seo' ankles so he could angle his legs perfectly. "So eager. Stay still for me, Hyunsoo. I'm going in."

Ah, Baek treated him so stupidly nicely. How could Seo possibly deny him anything he wanted?

#xxx buddy #baek youngchan #seo hyunsoo #baek x seo #ticklish!Seo Hyunsoo #n$fw #spicy #mia's things #ginny's birthday extravaganza #ginny's week

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thekaykery · 2 years

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reasons why i hate you

pairing: min yoongi x fem!reader

category: established fwb, pwp, smut

word count: 3.1k

rating: 21+

warning(s): dom!yoongi, brat!reader, a conversation about status, cursing, pet names, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap, he uses the pull-out method), riding, voyeurism (he records), average degradation, overstimulation, praise, aftercare and mention of dinner

notes: the moodboard was completed by @egocypher ❤️ thank you shay, and thank you beezy @hobeemin for beta-reading this for me. ❤️

You hate him.

With every fiber of your being, every cell, every heartbeat, and every breath.

It isn’t fair. Whatever heavenly being that cursed you to live at the same time as him deserves to be damned. His existence is your ultimate bane. You want to get rid of him so you can reside in peace, but the most you can do is pretend he wasn’t born.

But at the same time, you yearn for him. You want him to continue bothering you, make your life a living hell and heaven at the same time. To listen to his soothing voice and see his adorable smile. To witness him above you as he scrambles your thoughts with a single roll of his hips. Kiss him, watch him work his magic on you, dragging you further under his spell.

He is like poison.

But do you care? Not really.

You suppose that’s why you’re drawn to him. He’s forbidden, someone you can never have.

Your entire being thrums with energy as you observe him patiently pluck away at the strings of his acoustic guitar, his keen ears trying to understand a tune within the chaos of the notes.

Curled up on the couch, you wait for him to finish the bar he’s constructing, your fingers playing with your sweater. You grimace at the harsh noise of a string being played too hard, and you’re afraid it’ll snap, but he lays a veiny hand on top of the strings above the soundhole, silencing it.

This same silence strikes a flame in your lower abdomen, your skin itching with anticipation. Maybe he’ll finally pay attention to you like you’re his guitar, the music within you waiting to be played.

“Was that alright?” he softly asks, his smoldering gaze meeting yours, making your heart leap. “To me, something’s missing.”

You shake your head. “No, I think it’s fine.”

He stays quiet, thinking, then stands, setting the guitar in the chair. His movement has your fingers curling into fists, tummy twisting with eagerness as he approaches you. Placing his hands on either side of you, he peers at you, head tilting slightly.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he murmurs, and the way he says your name makes you shiver, “why do I have the idea to add your pretty noises to my song?”

Heat floods your cheeks. “What do you mean?”

Annoyance flashes over his face for a brief second. “Come now, don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I mean.”

You do.

He’s referring to the times when he’s buried balls-deep inside you, spoiling you with filthy words, drawing the naughtiest noises from you. When you let him do whatever he wants to you, treat you like an angel walking on Earth or a slut who needs a reminder of where she belongs.

You love it. All of it.

“I should record you and use your moans in my song.”

Your jaw drops at his blunt statement. He’s a nasty man, and his nastiness has bled into you, corrupting you, making you as sick as he is.

Everything he likes in bed, you like in bed.

“Should you?” you say, knowing he’ll take your challenging tone as bait.

He narrows his eyes and shoves a hand into his pocket to grab his phone. He fiddles with it for a moment, then sets it down beside you. He isn’t kidding.

“Take ‘em off,” he lowly orders, eyeing your shorts.

With pink cheeks, you undo your shorts, hooking your thumbs under the waistband along with your panties, removing both garments in one go. You lean back and spread your legs, baring your drenched cunt to him, toes curling in excitement.

You hope he eats you out, drives you up the wall with his ridiculously talented tongue.

He hums in satisfaction because of your obedience, lowering to his knees. His veiny hands find the undersides of your thighs, his rings ice-cold against your clammy skin. You bite your lip, anxiously waiting while he examines your pussy.

“So pretty…”

His tongue rolls around in his mouth, and your breath catches as a drop of spit lands on you. Growing impatient, your lips part to hurry him along, but he connects with your aching core, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gently sigh, hearing him grunt and feeling his grip tighten, his nails lightly digging into your skin.

He repeats this action a few times, the combination of his spit and your juices creating strings, connecting his mouth to your folds. He spits again, then captures your sensitive bud of nerves with his lips, suckling on it. You moan, your head falling back as his tongue occasionally darts out to slurp up your essence, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“Yoongi,” you mewl, clenching around nothing, watching him dine on you like a starving man.

The man hums, flattening his tongue and lightly shaking his head side to side, eliciting a whine from you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly this time, hollowing his cheeks. He switches to lapping at it, rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue against it. You whimper, your hand finding his hair, strands silky and black, bolts of pleasure zinging through you again and again.

Molten lava and hellfire. That is what Yoongi is to you, while you are an iceberg, endlessly melted by his incessant heat, and you never want him to stop.

While you hate him with your whole being, you hit the jackpot.

“Such a pretty puppy,” Yoongi rasps, the vibration of his voice making you shake. “Always so wet for me, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” you croak, eyes rolling the moment he teases your entrance with his tongue.

“Of course.” He crudely spits on you once more, parting your folds, watching the bead drip down to your entrance and mix with your wetness. “So damn wet every time I see you. Just can’t get enough of me, hm?”

“N-No.” You swallow as he lifts your clitoral hood with his thumb, squealing when he suctions the nub, violently jolting with each suck.

Yoongi parts from you with a pop, eyeing your drenched cunt with a lustful gaze. “Poor thing. Puppy must be aching, yeah?”

You nod, panting, shivering when he lightly blows air on your pussy. You tug on his hair with a little whine. Yoongi hushes you, wordlessly reminding you to be patient and diving in. He rapidly laps at your clit, his free hand joining the orchestra between your legs, teasing your throbbing cunt. You whimper and lift your hips, his tongue making wave after wave of pleasure wash over you. The knot in your tummy twines tighter with every lick, your thighs trembling in anticipation.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whisper, steadily rocking into his receiving mouth, your body aflame because of the way he stares up at you. “F-Fuck, don’t stop.”

He lightly chuckles, slipping his thumb inside you. You gasp softly, walls clamping down around it as he steadily pumps it in and out of you. Biting your lip, you rut your hips a bit faster, your eyes rolling slightly. Fuck, it’s not fair. He’s not fair.

Fuck Yoongi and his godly skill of giving head.

He nips at your bud of nerves, and you yelp. His thumb is replaced with his digit, which swiftly thrusts into you, bringing more noises out of you. He resumes his actions with his tongue, and the combination of both that and his finger has you moaning.

“Y-Yoongi!” you choke out, feeling that bubble of ecstasy threatening to burst. “‘M gonna cum, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

He doesn’t, opting to go faster instead. Just that alone breaks you. Shrieking, your thighs squeeze down around his head, your high slamming into you like a tsunami. You moan loudly, your back arching, restlessly bucking your cunt a little more. As you settle into overstimulation, Yoongi slows, guiding you through your orgasm. Once you’ve calmed down, he breaks away with a hum, his lips and chin shiny.

“Delicious,” he murmurs, smirking. You lay limp beneath him, face flushed, trembling lightly. He gently rubs your thigh, his rings cold against your warm skin. “You okay?”

You slowly peel your eyes open, your mind swimming with the high of your orgasm. “Yeah… Shit…”

Chuckling lightly, Yoongi reaches over and stops the recording. Heat floods your face and ears. You forgot he kept his word. He locks his phone and tosses it on his chair, which thankfully doesn’t bounce off and land on the floor. He meets your gaze; the way he looks at you tells you he isn’t done with you just yet.

“Alright, angel,” he says, lifting you off the couch to take your spot. He has you straddle him; your cunt still bared to him. “Think you can cum again?”

Confusion ripples through you. Yoongi usually sends you off after you cum or vice-versa. He’s never wanted a second round with you before, so hearing this is strange. Seeing your expression, his hands glide up your thighs, snaking one between them to glide a finger through your folds.

“Is it wrong of me to keep listening to you?” he softly asks, finding your clit and rubbing threadbare circles on it. You shakily exhale. “Honestly, Y/N…”

The way your name falls off his lips has you shuddering. Your name comes from him like an unbreakable curse, an impending storm about to hit. Your stomach flutters nervously. You know he’s aware of your dislike for him, but does that stop you from hanging with him? No. Yet, for some reason, you can’t find it in yourself to stop this.

This has to end before either of you gets too involved.

But will you?

Most likely not.

“Yoongi,” you murmur, grasping his shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Why do you do this with me?”

His hand stills. You wait, watching his eyes flicker around your face for a moment.

“I don’t know,” he quietly replies.

You don’t say anything so he can elaborate. But he doesn’t. You frown. “That’s it?”

The lust in his face shutters. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I was expecting a reason,” you say flatly. “Are you sticking around because you want something from me? Or do you just want my body? It seems like the latter to me.”

His lips purse. “I’m not your boyfriend. I told you that shit doesn’t fly with me.”

You want to snap back a retort, but you refrain, inhaling a calming breath instead. “Yes, I remember you saying such at the beginning of our arrangement, but…” You bite your lip. “What do I say when people ask about you? We’re not exactly friends.”

He quirks a brow. “You talk about me?”

You clamp your mouth shut. Why did you say that? You shouldn’t be speaking about a person you hate.

“W-Well…”

Silence; until Yoongi breaks it.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Why do you hate me?”

You laugh a bit. You didn’t expect this from him. “Why do I hate you?” you softly say, diverting your gaze. “I’ll give you a few reasons why I hate you. I hate the way you make me want more. I hate how you crawl under my skin without even trying. I hate how you drive me crazy with literally no effort.”

You pause, heart thumping. “I hate how I want to keep seeing you, how I want to listen to your voice and see you smile and hear you laugh. I hate that we’re living at the same time, and I hate that you ruined my life.”

“I ruined your life?”

“Yes,” you whisper hoarsely. “In all the best and worst ways. I was a good girl, a good student. I showed up to classes on time and turned in all my schoolwork before it was due. I didn’t have tattoos, I didn’t drink, and I definitely didn’t have sex.”

You finally look at him. “Then I met you at that party, and now I drink. Now I have tattoos. Now I show up late and turn in my assignments past the due date. Now I have sex. Because of you.” You poke his chest. “I do all of these things now because of you, Yoongi. I used to be perfect. A perfect student, the perfect good girl, the perfect daughter. You ruined it all.”

“Is there a point to all of this, or are you just trying to make me feel shitty?” Yoongi butts in.

“Yes, if you stay quiet.”

He rolls his eyes.

You sigh, swallowing. “I hate you because you freed me.”

He waits for a few seconds. “That’s it?” he parrots.

You smack his shoulder. “Shut up, asshole.”

“So, does this mean you like me or some shit?”

You hesitate, scrambling to collect your thoughts. “I… don’t know how I feel, but I do know I don’t want this to stop.”

He doesn’t reply, staring at you. Then he says, “Alright. I don’t mind that.”

You nod. “Okay. But why do you hate me?”

You receive a breathless chuckle. “You’re a distraction. You’re loud and annoying, but you’re kind-hearted and sweet. I hate that you’re my complete opposite, and I don’t deserve to see your body like this.”

You tilt your head curiously. “You think you’re undeserving of me?”

He nods. “Pretty much, and I’m not someone you should be with like this. I… I can be selfish.”

“Yoongi, you’re not the only selfish one here.”

His lips twitch for the briefest moment. “Maybe.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “We should re-evaluate the terms of our… friendship.”

“Alright.”

“Okay, so.” You adjust slightly. “One thing I definitely want is that you refrain from seeing other girls. I don’t want to be contracting whatever you get from them.”

He snorts. “Okay.”

You glare at him again for a short second. “Second thing. I would like us to talk when we’re not fucking.”

He lifts a brow.

“If this is going to be a long-term thing, I don’t want to be strangers.” You cross your arms. “I want to get to know you as a person, Yoongi. I need to know you beyond your dick.”

“Any other demands?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“‘Kay. Can we continue now?”

You playfully think about it. “I suppose.”

His hand grasps your nape, tugging you down to kiss you while the other slips two digits inside you. You moan softly against his lips, rocking into his touch. His tongue enters your mouth and finds yours, caressing it, his fingers curling, fingertips brushing over that one spot that makes you see stars. You whimper, clutching the couch behind him.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you croak.

He hums, quickening his pace, and you lightly squeal. Little gasps escape you, eyes rolling in bliss as Yoongi nips your neck.

“Think you’re ready?” he grunts, withdrawing his fingers as you nod eagerly.

You watch him shove his sweats and boxers out of the way, freeing his beautiful cock. It stands tall and proud; his girth flushed red, his tip leaking. He lowers you slightly, gliding his tip through your drenched folds. You shiver, head falling forward as he guides you down his length. Moaning, you take the rest of him in one movement, your cunt squelching.

“Shit, princess,” he hisses, furrowing his brows when you begin to ride him, using him as support. Your ass lightly smacks his thighs, his balls nestling perfectly against your second hole each time you sink on him.

“Feel so good.” Whining, you lean back on his knees with your hands, gasping as his cock rubs along your front wall, hitting your special spot ridiculously well. “Fuck, Yoongi, hate you and your damn dick.”

“Yeah?” His eyes are glued to the spot where you’re connected. He finds your clit with his thumb, rubbing figure 8s on it, making you stutter. “Just despise how amazing I make you feel, hm?”

“U-Uh huh!”

Yoongi reclines on the couch, simply observing you bounce away, your tits jolting under your shirt. “Made you my little cockslut.”

You whimper, biting your lip, driving your hips with speed. This has you squeaking. He’s so deep inside you that his head barely kisses your cervix. “F-Fuck, Yoongi!”

He groans in response, firmly grasping your wild hips to stop you and switch positions, pinning you beneath him. He then roughly bucks into you at a rapid speed, making you cry, your pussy throbbing. You cling to the armrest for dear life, the couch creaking beneath you because of Yoongi.

“G-Gonna cum!” You arch your back and spread your legs a bit wider, moaning as you reach down and quickly rub away at your clit.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, angling himself slightly, his tip now directly slamming against your sweet spot, eliciting a wail. “Gonna cum all over my cock? Make it nice and creamy?”

“Y-Yes, oh, fuck!” You feel your high creeping up on you steadily, and you’re so, so ready to submit to that delicious euphoria. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Yoongi!”

“Not gonna until you cum, sweet thing.” He dips down and kisses you, swallowing your noises as they steadily grow louder. “Come on, puppy; I know you can do it.”

“‘M-M so close!” Your wrist is starting to ache. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! A-Ah, hah!”

You screech as your orgasm finally hits you, plunging you deep into the pool of ultimate bliss you’ve grown accustomed to. You gasp for breath, your head spinning while Yoongi slows slightly, coaxing you through your high. You screw your eyes shut, your body settling into overstimulation as his pace grows sloppier by the second.

Yoongi abruptly withdraws, and you watch as he rapidly pumps himself, hearing his low groan. Ropes of cum spurt from his tip moments later, landing on your tummy and shirt, a little even finding your face. You softly sigh, growing limp on the couch.

Yoongi momentarily leaves, returning with a damp cloth and one of his shirts in hand.

“Sorry,” he says, helping you sit up, cleaning you while you swap shirts. His tee engulfs your tiny body. “You okay?”

“Mhmm…” You tug on your panties and leggings. “You?”

He playfully scoffs. “I’m just fine.”

Yoongi straightens, grabbing your dirty shirt and heading to the door. He pauses in the doorway. He glances at you uncertainly. “Do you… wanna stay for dinner?”

His offer surprises you. “Oh… sure.”

“Okay.” With that, he leaves again.

You stay where you are, your mind replaying what happened. Yoongi asked you to stay and eat with him, and this makes you smile a bit. Although this is a FWB arrangement, he’s still respectful.

“You coming?” he calls.

“Yes!” you reply!

Maybe, just maybe… This is the start of something new.

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levmada · 2 years

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Your trans Levi gives me life. Would you consider write more? As soon, as you take requests again of course!

I honestly love this! One of the best written things I have ever read! I want trans Levi in my life. His body being worshipped by y/n when he feels insecure, y/n taking care of him after top surgery or when he struggled with the hormones, him pleasuring y/n for the first time, y/n just cuddling him and y/n standing by him in Public and stuff…

Honestly I’m hospitalized rn and I was so happy my request got answered! Amazing job

Also to recognize me: I’m 🌻

Love you! (Also sorry if I used any wrong terms, im not familiar with trans vocabulary)

nooo you did perfect!! i wanted to respond right away

reminder that i am trans and not appropriating or talking out of my ass lol

//male terms for afab body parts, some gender dysphoria, needles mention, very light mention of homophobia

i think it takes him a long time to get comfortable with sex, especially before he starts on any hormones, gets approved for top surgery, and (gender dysphoria is different for everyone who identifies as trans but) since he isn't interested in bottom surgery, it's a whole mess for him. at first, he always has a loose top on, wordlessly requesting you not to touch his chest, so your hands always stray around his hips and thighs instead. he needs you to say to him, Look how hard you are for me as you lap into his soaking cunt, spread open so he gasps from every press of your tongue. Pretty boy as your fingers curl inside him with the head of a purring vibrator rolling snug circle around his clit. Leaking so fucking much.

Levi doesn't like to make noises, both because letting you know how good you're making him feel is mortifying, and because he can't control the pitch of his voice when you fuck him good, and you always fuck him good. he'd rather give you his tongue, his fingers, suckling your nipples until they're peaked and tapping your clit with vibrations. grinding his strap inside you as deep as he will go. he prefers to make you scream.

hc that levi HATESS needles (for canon reasons..) but shots are the most effective way to take testosterone and it’s fucking grueling to convince himself to ask if you’ll help. he kinda walks up to you in the kitchen after you pick up the first prescription and locks his arms around your waist.

You giggle. “Yes?”

“Do me another favor.”

And you smile.

The first couple times, he looks away, pinning one leg of his boxers up while you inject his thigh. It’s kind of cold, and he hates needles, but there’s a happy flutter in his heart with every round of hormones. Because holy shit he won’t have to live the way he used to, obsessively lowering his voice and keeping the WikiHow article in his bookmarks of how to imitate a man’s body language, walking shoulders squared without subconsciously swaying his hips, drawing liner on his brows to make them look more masculine, the oversized clothes, getting looks whenever you’re shopping for clothes and getting MORE looks when it seems like two women are in a romantic relationship—boo fucking hoo. At least, he won’t have to obsess over that shit AS much.

you comment all the time on the changes to make Levi feel better about his anxious suspicion that nothing’s happening, even though he doesn’t worry openly. A lot of weight that used to fill out his hips and chest redistribute to his back and his biceps. He grows a LOT of hair, dark hair on his arms and dusted across his chest and thighs. When you’re swapping kisses in bed—his breath still hitches when he can bear to get rid of his shirt, which isn’t often—you focus on his neck, sucking little marks, and skip over his chest. His belly packed with soft muscle, and a new trail of hair below his navel. You keep your gaze on him as you lick downwards, starting from right there.

All the sex is a good thing. Testosterone makes it so the littlest thing sets off desire, and all the sudden he’s rolling his hips against your ass in the mornings (and even in the middle of the night…), his palm sneaking up your shirt and swallowing up your breast, whispering for you to spread your legs.

Along with this comes a shorter temper. He’s irritated more often, and at small things. Where he didn’t before, he’d openly glare when another man gives you a second look when you’re out, and get fidgety when he’s driving, for example. Hell, when you’re driving he’ll call the other dumbasses on the road out for what they are lol. He really needs you to even him out and tell him to let it go while he processes all these emotional changes.

The way he processes his emotions changes. Occasionally he gets a bout of acne. His voice cracks before it starts to naturally lower. It’s a whole second puberty.

Top surgery is a long and grueling process. It's pretty common that right afterwards, the patient gets a serious bout of fear and anxiety, due entirely to a physiological sense of loss, not regret. It's normal. Levi is pale and quiet as he rouses from the anesthetic, and he knows it's a temporary feeling, but he'd still rather sleep it off, silently requesting you keep holding his hand. He'd squeeze whenever you tried to pull away.

The physical soreness is pretty bad too. For like a month, he isn't allowed to pick up anything heavier than 10lbs, and while the drains do their thing (probably the grossest part of the whole ordeal imo) he makes a face and looks away whenever they have to be changed. For the first month, his chest is just bandages and these ugly catheters for fluid and blood he has to be careful not to jostle on the daily. Top surgery is a big experience, it takes a while to recover from.

But when he’s healed… all that remains of what used to be there scars lining the bottoms of his pecs and nipples… he can’t hide the smile that spreads across his cheeks in the exam room. You’re grinning at him behind your hand.

Levi is not the proud-of-his-body type but it feels AMAZING to walk around and go to sleep with his shirt off. He can donate all his binders, so he can say goodbye to the back pain and soreness and crippling chest dysphoria since you always remind him to please take it off before you go to sleep. Later down the line when he’s less sore, you worship his chest with your mouth, making up for all those times before. Suckling his hardened nipples, leaving bright red marks.

And like… the only thing he’s more thankful for than successfully transitioning is you, who in the first place accepted him as a man before he even got properly started. Every step of the way you’ve been his rock, and he makes sure you know he's thankful every fuxking day.

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divinegrey · 2 years

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𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 / 𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚗𝚊 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

some soft reyna for you all <3

prompt: begging for reyna comfort. in need of more soft stuff for my wife 🙏🏽🙏🏽

words: 1250

warnings: pure fluff

Your muscles are sore and you can’t wait to crawl into the shower and wash off the day’s work. It’d been a tough mission, one that earned you more cuts than bruises, but all in all, it was a success. You’re thankful for it, and thankful that everyone who was assigned under your command made it out safe and sound. You don’t know what you’d do if someone had gotten grievously injured.

Really, it just helps you understand what Sage and Brimstone go through daily.

You walk down the hallway of the residence hall, rolling a knot out of your shoulder. You reek of sweat and there’s sand in mighty uncomfortable places. Figures they’d go after Bind again. You hate sand.

Pushing open the door to the suite, you notice the darkness of the room and the lump in the bed. Cautious, you shut the door softly and move quietly on your feet, putting your belongings on the dresser.

The lump in the bed turns over, and in the dim lightning you see radiant eyes staring at you sleepily. “Cariño?”

“Hi, my love,” you say, a grin passing to your face. “Don’t worry about me. Just going to hop in the shower and I’ll be right there.”

Reyna sits up on the bed, the bare skin of her back rippling as she raises her hand over her head. There’s an exhaustion in her eyes that gives you worry; usually, Reyna never expresses exhaustion. She simply doesn’t, being a Radiant fueled with abilities. It leaves you only with a few guesses as to why.

“Rough day in the lab?” You ask. Reyna nods, and you purse your lips together. You know little of what Reyna and Sabine do in the latter’s lab, but every time Reyna comes back from it, she looks drained of her energy and her own lifeblood. It’s something you don’t like, but also something you’ve never been able to discuss because… well, it’s personal. Reyna will tell you if you need to know.

It all but encourages you to be quick. You walk into the conjoined bathroom attached to the large suite (it only made sense to have a bigger space if you’re dating the Empress herself) and strip off your clothes, leaving them in a pile in the corner. You turn the water to a cool temperature. Stepping under the spray, you wash out the day’s work.

Really, though, you shouldn’t be surprised when a tattooed arm reaches over your shoulder and turns the water to a warmer setting. Said arm then slides around your shoulders, pulling you in.

You lean your head against Reyna’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too, mi amor,” Reyna murmurs. Her other hand slides possessively over your stomach, holding you tightly. You sink into her touch with a grateful hum. You lace your fingers together over your stomach before turning around to face her. Reyna gives you a tired smile.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask, bringing Reyna’s hand up to your lips for a kiss across her knuckles. Reyna considers it, her eyebrow furrowing together, before she shakes her head in the negative. In kind, you give her a smile before sliding into a hug, resting your head on her skin and guiding her into the spray of the shower.

Reyna’s shoulders drop, untensing, and you reach to the side, grabbing her favorite shampoo and squeezing a healthy amount in your hand. You rub your palms together, then reach up, working the soap into her hair.

And to your surprise, Reyna lowers herself onto her knees, adjusting for her taller height. You don’t question it; tonight is one of those nights, it seems, where Reyna needs a gentle hand and a soft touch to make everything feel better. You’re more than happy to give it to her, and more than happy to let her hold onto your ass while you run the shampoo through her hair.

You guide the water to her hair, washing it all out before starting the process once more with the conditioner. Reyna draws circles on your hip, the sharpness of her nail a grounding presence that anyone would take a threat, but to you? Reyna would never hurt you. She’d rather let the world burn before doing that.

Never doubt the depths in which the Empress loves.

“Stand up, my love,” you say, and she follows your instructions to the letter. You take a wide tooth comb and brush it through her hair, getting all the soap out until the water runs clear. You cup your hands on Reyna’s face, staring into her dazzling eyes. “Better?”

“Much better. Thank you,” Reyna says. She pulls in under the water for a kiss, and if it wasn’t so cheesy and adorable, you’d slap her on the shoulder. Gladly, you sink into her embrace, relishing the feeling of Reyna’s lips gliding over your own. After some time, Reyna pulls away, whispering, “Your turn.”

Reyna returns the favor, taking the time to wash every nook and cranny of your body, getting rid of any lingering patches of dirt and sand. It gives her the opportunity to kiss you up and down, starting at your thigh. No inch of you is left unkissed, and your heart fills with warmth at the care Reyna takes.

No one but you sees Reyna like this. No one.

“My Zyanya,” you murmur, cupping her cheek as she rises to her full height. “I love you.”

“I love you endlessly, mi amante,” Reyna replies. “Let's get out before we prune. I want snuggles.”

You can’t argue with that logic. You towel each other dry, and when Reyna asks you to braid her hair, you do it happily. The idea of pajamas are all but abandoned in favor of much needed skin-on-skin contact. It’s a craving you both have for different reasons; Reyna is a space heater (you love it), and you know how Reyna needs to feel your skin and your life thrumming beneath it. She’s attuned to you in a way that’s beyond your understanding, but you take it as a sign of her love.

There’s no one else in the world you would rather have by your side than the woman snuggling up to you right now. She’s in a particularly soft headspace tonight, and you accept her touch with open arms, shifting until you find something comfortable for the both of you. Reyna ends up pressing her ear to your sternum, and you hope she feels the kick in your heartbeat that always happens whenever you’re around her.

You trace your fingers over the muscles of her back, down her spine and up again until soft sounds that almost sound like purrs come from Reyna’s mouth. The dark lines on her arms flare with a slow, pulsing light. She burrows into you, as if she was trying to dig inside your skin. You laugh quietly, pressing your lips to the crown of her head.

“You’re adorable,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“Te amo, mi corazón.”

The love that is shared between you and Reyna is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced in your life. You never thought you’d find something like this when you joined the Protocol. You thought the Protocol would be a way for you to escape your past.

Instead, it became a new beginning.

Closing your eyes, you drift into a pleasant sleep with the woman you love in your arms.

~~~~~ A/N: violently crying into my hands rn when will i get this

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BG3FicFeb Day 18

SFW: Angst with a happy ending

Background: Tav, Astarion, and Halsin are in a poly amorous relationship. Tav and Astarion had planned to remain child-free, but when Tav accidentally becomes pregnant, she decides to carry the child so that her lover, Halsin, can have a child of his own.

NSFW: Illithids/Any Monster

I'm not really into monster fucking, so I'm just going to do a little what if drawing of Illithid Tav and Astarion that I'll post of my Twitter and Tumblr.

Tav was near the end of her pregnancy by the time a bout of severe anxiety hit. She was also constantly exhausted, her belly enormous, which she scowled at Halsin for. She fully expected their child to come out half-grown and nearly as big as he was. She stayed in bed most of the time, waddling around the cottage if she needed to use the toilet, which was frequent, or when both her husbands had gone out to get her things. They were both doting on her with all the care they could muster, trying to alleviate her anxiety, but it usually ended in her screaming at them to get out.

She feared she had made a mistake in keeping the child, that she would either hate it or never be able to let it go and become as controlling and emotionally abusive as her own parents had been. She worried the child would tear her body in two coming out or leave her unable to continue her life as a performer. She stressed about her husbands leaving her, raising a child all alone or if the child became very ill. She had made her husbands promise that her parents could never know about the child, because if they learned they had blood kin, they’d do everything they could to take it from her.

She slept fitfully in bed, Halsin and Astarion out dealing with the final preparations for the baby’s arrival. She’d been restless the entire day, trying to rearrange furniture and organize the kitchen despite her awkward size. The men had just been in the way, so she’d shooed them out with a few choice words. She finally awoke in terrible pain, her lower back aching and radiating around her to hips. She thought at first she’d just strained it pushing the couches around, but when she pulled back the covers, she saw both her chemise and the mattress underneath her was wet. “Great, I’ve pissed myself,” she sighed, rocking herself like an upside-down turtle to get out of bed with her enormous belly.

She groaned loudly as she got to her feet, the pain even worse. She immediately felt the urge to use the bathroom again and wondered if the baby was just squeezing her bladder for fun now. She waddled to the bathroom, pulling at the neck of her chemise so she could take it off and put on something dry. As she sat on the toilet with another loud groan, she could see her thighs tinged with blood-streaked mucus. “Oh…” She looked at it, feeling the anxious knot in her stomach squeeze tighter. “Shit, shit, shit, what does this mean?”

She waddled naked into the living room, in search of one of the midwives guides Halsin and Astarion had gotten her, but had only skimmed over because they were either boring or made her more anxious. Both her husbands had read them cover to cover, but neither of them were here now. She found one and began flipping through it before she became overwhelmed by a terrible cramp that doubled her over in pain. “Ahhh, what are you doing? Are you coming out?” She cried. She flipped through it again as the pain subsided and she found a section about preparing for labor. “Bloody mucus…yes…intense cramping…yes…” she continued down to checklist of signs of impending labor. “Shit! You asshole, your fathers aren’t even here to help!” She swore at her unborn child, looking down at her belly.

The bulk of her weight had shifted further down and she knew the baby would be coming anytime now. “Can I delay it in any way?” She looked through the book again before being overwhelmed by another cramp. “Gods! Please!” She yelled, barely able to stay on her feet. She was tempted to slip off the ring that allowed Astarion to walk in the sun, just for a moment, to alert them that something was wrong, but she worried about breaking the blood bond spell completely. It also meant that she couldn’t go for help, as it was still the middle of the day, and his sun affliction had been transferred to her. Halsin had at least coached her on their birth plan, utilizing her enormous bathtub for a water birth.

She waddled back to the bathroom and turned the faucet on the tub on, overcome by another cramp that brought her to her knees this time. By chance, or perhaps husband’s intuition, Halsin and Astarion returned at that moment, hearing her cries from the bathroom as they entered the cottage. “Clataedre!” Halsin tossed everything in his arms onto the kitchen table and ran to the bathroom. He found her leaned up against the tub sobbing. “My heart, what happened?” He helped her up.

“The baby…is…ahhhh coming…right now!” She moaned as the cramping subsided for a moment. “I thought I was going to have to do it alone.”

“I’m here, my queen, my beauty,” he wiped her tears away and kissed her cheeks.

He adjusted the water and helped her into the tub as Astarion came in. “Is it time?” Astarion looked at them.

“We believe so,” Halsin nodded as Tav groaned from another cramp.

“How far apart have the contractions been?” Astarion asked.

“I don’t know!” She yelled, as this one was the most painful yet. “I can barely think. I hate you both.”

“It sounds like she is very close,” Halsin tried to hide a grin.

He stayed at her side, prepared to assist in the delivery, as he’d done with several others both as First Druid and at the commune. Astarion knelt behind her to offer to moral support and a hand to squeeze. “Breath, Clataedre, it will be time to push soon,” Halsin checked her cervix.

“Fuck you!” She growled. “You both did this to me. I going to…argggggghhh…rip your cocks off!”

She squeezed so tightly on Astarion’s hand that he cried out. “Tav, you are hurting me!”

“You think this doesn’t hurt?!” She screamed. “Why are you smiling!?” She turned her attentions back to Halsin, who was grinning widely at her rage.

“I’ve witnessed she-bears give birth with less fury,” he blushed, gently stroking her stomach. He had to admit he was a little turned on by her ferocity.

“Well, if you don’t get this cub out of me, I’m going to feed you to one,” she scowled, having a brief respite from her contractions.

They came again soon enough and then it was time for her to push. She had let go of Astarion’s hand, for fear of breaking it, and gripped the edges of the tub as she growled. “That’s it, my love, I see the head. One or two big pushes and you will be done,” Halsin trembled with excitement, his first and only child nearly here.

She was exhausted and breathing heavy, her rage sapping all her strength. “It hurts so much, I can’t,” she cried as Astarion rubbed her shoulders.

“I know you can do it, my love,” he nuzzled against her neck, wrapping an arm around her chest. “We’ve gotten through worse, yes?”

“Yes,” she cried, preparing to bear down and push again.

She strained her throat as she pushed, groaning loudly as she felt the baby slip free of her hips, a sharp cry filling the bathroom. “It’s here!” Halsin said with more joy in his voice than could ever be contained. He cradled the baby in his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks. “It’s a boy, a beautiful, perfect boy.”

Tav opened her eyes, utterly exhausted and sunk back onto the tub. Halsin was beaming, his cheeks wet from tears, holding an enormous infant with a head of downy silver curls. “His…he has silver hair…just like,” she looked back at Astarion, who was crying as well.

“Silver hair is rare among the Silverboughs,” Halsin smiled. “So we will truly never know who the father is.”

Tav sunk back onto the tub, grasping Astarion’s arm, until she was once again overwhelmed by a terrible contraction. “Agggh, I thought it was over!” She cried, gripping Astarion’s arm tightly.

“It should just be the afterbirth,” Halsin looked her over, handing the boy to Astarion for a moment. He had no idea what to do with his son, having never held an infant before, so he just held him as tightly as Halsin had. Halsin saw movement around her still swollen belly and his heart skipped a beat. He’d listened and sang to her stomach almost nightly for the past few months and once or twice thought he’d heard a second heartbeat, but it had always synced back up to one. “My heart,” he looked in her eyes, his hands still on her stomach. “There is another coming.”

“Another!” Tav and Astarion said at the same time, their son crying out a little as they shouted.

“Another contraction? Another…ahhhhh,” she twisted in pain again, feeling the urge to push.

“I thought I heard a second heartbeat once or twice, but his must have been much louder than this one’s.”

“Twins?” Astarion’s eyes widened.

“They are a little less rare in the Silverboughs. I suppose I should have mentioned that,” Halsin blushed, moving to deliver their second and wholly unexpected child.

“Yes, you should…ahhhh,” Tav panted, barely able to keep her head up.

“This one should be much easier,” Halsin smiled, rubbing her belly. “This child appears much smaller.”

“Than the giant I just squeezed out?” She slumped a little. “I can’t…I’m so tired…”

“I know, my heart. Just a few more pushes…You have now given me the greatest gift in the world twice over…I will carry you everywhere…for the rest of your days.”

“You better,” she scowled, summoning the last of her energy to push.

Her cries were more subdued and she struggled a bit less, finally pushing free their second child, a petite and beautiful girl with the same downy silver curls as her brother. “A girl,” Halsin sobbed, as his daughter looked up at him quietly with the same amethyst eyes as her mother.

“Is she alright?” Tav slumped against the tub again, completely weak and exhausted. “She’s not crying.”

The baby cooed slightly, seemingly content to come into the world with much less bluster than her brother had been. “See for yourself,” he handed her their daughter so he could attend to her afterbirth and heal her. “I think she will be quiet and contemplative like her mother.”

“She has my eyes,” Tav smiled, as the tiny girl cooed softly again.

“He does as well,” Astarion beamed, still holding his son and looking down at his new daughter.

“This won’t be too much for you?” Tav asked sleepily as Halsin healed the tears to her pubic region. “Two infants at once…and all the other children at the commune.”

“I was given two arms for a reason,” his face hurt from smiling so much. He took the child back from Tav and motioned for Astarion to do the same, instructing him to always cradle the boy’s enormous head. “I will get the cubs put in their crib…we will need another at some point. Astarion can get you put into bed to rest,” He leaned in to nuzzle his head against hers and then planted a kiss on Astarion’s cheek. “I love you both more than anything.”

Halsin took the two drowsy infants to the bedroom and got them cleaned up and swaddled, before placing them in their cramped crib. He’d carved it by hand, but he would not have time to make another one. With her brother being much larger, his daughter would need her own as soon as possible. Astarion helped Tav up after kissing her deeply, showering her with affection. He guided her slowly to the bedroom, easing her down into one of the well-stuffed reading chairs they’d brought down from the loft when she’d gotten too big to climb up. He changed the soiled bedding quickly and brought her a clean chemise to wear that tied at the neck so she could nurse.

Their daughter finally began to fuss a little, so Halsin brought her over to nurse for a moment. “I think her brother was hiding her as a surprise,” Halsin smiled, helping Tav ensure she got a good latch. He stroked the infant’s head softly, her downy curls now dry and perfect just like Astarion’s.

“Quite a surprise,” Tav smiled, her eyelids fluttering from exhaustion.

Their daughter drifted off to sleep after a brief suckle, Halsin taking her back so Tav could rest. Astarion helped her into bed and tucked her in with another long kiss. Halsin had taken Tav’s chair, staring down at his daughter as she slept. He already knew she would consume his entire world. Astarion peeked at his son, dozing in his crib and then went to Halsin, planting a kiss on his forehead and stroking his daughter’s curls. “Thank you for doing this for me…both of you. I know neither of you ever expected to be parents…but you can have as much influence in their lives as you wish,” Halsin looked up at him.

“I can’t speak for Tav, since she was the one who actually had to carry them, but your smile made it all worth it,” Astarion grinned, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. “And they both have my amazing hair.”

Halsin laughed quietly, hoping not to disturb his sleeping daughter.

“I’ll head back out and look for another crib. We will need double the supplies now,” Astarion beamed, placing a gentle kiss on his daughter’s soft head.

He floated back down to the market like he was on air. How had his life changed so dramatically in only a few years? He was free of Cazador, in love with two people who adored and doted on him, and now he had two beautiful children he could watch grow up under the care of the most kind and gentle man that he’d ever met. He didn’t care how near impossible it was that they were actually of his seed, despite their hair. Whether or not the tadpole had changed it so he could bear children or that they just shared some of his traits by coincidence, he didn’t care. They were the fruit of a love he could never have imagined.

He found his way to one of the nicest furniture shops in the city, passerbys stopping to comment on his warm smile and glow, and he would announce that he’d just had twins. They’d offer congratulations and some of the other elves, who knew how rare such a birth was, offered gifts. By the time Astarion left the shop, a crib to be delivered to their cottage as soon as possible, he already had an armful of gifts for the infants. It was a good thing, as he’d left most of his coin purse for the crib, the fanciest and most beautiful one they had. Nothing would be good enough for his little princess.

He returned to find both Tav and Halsin sleeping in the bed, the girl still in Halsin’s arms and his son nestled against Tav as he’d nursed and fallen back asleep. He climbed in next to Tav, snuggling against her and taking his son in his arms, so he wouldn��t roll away. The five elves had an hour or two of uninterrupted rest, before everything began at once again. The crib was delivered with a loud knock, which woke everyone, two who needed to be changed right away and one that was so tired, she barely even opened her eyes.

Halsin attended to the crying infants’ diapers while Astarion brought the crib in. The bedroom was cramped now with the two cribs and the changing table and wash basin. They bumped into one another and carefully wound their way around all the furniture trying to attend to everything. This would be the chaos of the next month of their lives. Tav peeked an eye open, taking one glance at the extravagant crib Astarion had purchased, smiled, shook her head, and closed her eyes again.

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