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signed-sapphire · 2 months

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The Fallen Star ✨

A Wish rewrite

Cielo design 💛

The boy is here! The most ever! The Fallen Star’s very own Starboy!

So I lied and don’t have the finalized designs for King Maggie or Queen Ams yet soooooo *throws confetti at you* take this Starboy reimagining in the meantime!

Eugh boy the name gave me trouble. I didn’t want to use Aster since that’s the name of a a couple popular Starboys already (@annymation/@gracebeth3604/ @mythartist21) and while the Greek name is cool, I wanted something a bit different.

SEE-EH-LO, for anyone wondering. He/they pronouns <3

I was heavily considering choosing Estrella and making Starboy a Stargirl, and then we’d have a gay romance. But this is supposed to be SOMEWHAT of a homage to early Disney. This may not be KoW, but… idk. Cielo is a gender neutral name. Literal manifestation of light. Go ahead and draw them as a female-presenting figure and it’s still TFS!canon~

Aaaaaaanyways. Here’s the actual rewrite!

First of all! Cielo is NOT the Northern Star! He’s a baby star like… in the bottom right

However, the Northern Star? Evangeline? Yeah, she’s gonna be in my rewrite

But Cielo is NOT her

For now I’ll just say Evangeline is sort of a mentor-figure to Cielo and leave it at that

So not all stars are wishing stars, and similar to Kingdom of Wishes, a wishing star is born when first wished upon

Once a wishing star fulfills their first wish, they become Stars (capital S), and are free to help anyone that needs it

The more wishes a Star fulfills, the more powerful they become

Idk maybe it’s like a Rise of the Guardians thing, where the more people that believe, the stronger your magic is

Sparkles and hope and glitter and shit

Until, as explained in my rewrite… the Stars grew bored and started simply granting wishes

Then people grew lazy and started demanding wishes

And all this belief made the Stars go overpowered

Basically it became Wonderland, everything coming true, kingdoms burning and villages destroyed

Yeah. So Magnus god rid of them eventually

Though who would suspect that it would be the king’s own daughter that would bring back his greatest fear?

Yep, Asha brought Cielo down

Not purposely, but even if she had done it purposely, she wouldn’t have chosen Cielo

He’s a little baby, a dwarf star maybe

Only ever gotten one wish in his life…

Huh never seen that before *side eyes KoW*

Personality traits

Optimistic

Very Anna-coded

Probably ADHD tbh (autism x adhd duo unite)

Stubborn

HE’S the quirky Disney princess

Although more Flynn than Raps

Backstory

Fuck around and find out

(And by fuck around I mean wait for my rewrite to come out bc I haven’t slept in two days and I’m too tired to articulate their story accurately)

Design

Due to popular demand, Cielo now has the Charlie Morningstar cheek thingies

Also @gracebethartacc got an ask about canon!Star being marketed with a star over their right eye so… vitiligo mark, anyone?

Yeah I don’t have many colored refs but basically Cielo’s star eye mark and cheek thingies turn into vitiligo marks when in their “human form”

Uh take this

Ye sort of like this^

Heart shaped face! His part is also supposed to resemble a “V” shape to make the top of the heart

My sister said they looked like Viva and I’m crying but too late to take it back

I guess they’re both Spanish? Ajdjajhsjajajs

Thin slutty waist. Imagine Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel bc Jeremy Jordan is Yes.

Like I’m obsessed with that wet cat of a character I’m thinking about Cielo’s voice being Jeremy

Although his younger VA days as like Varian would better suit Cielo…

ANYWAYS

Design by @mythartist21 save for the Trolls hair and cheek thingies! Those were my additions

Uhhh pointy ears, poofy sleeves

Idk is the star eye mark AND the cheek thingies too busy? Lmk and I’ll try to post a colored ref of that helps

#asha #disney wish #princess asha #asha x star #star x asha #the fallen star au #wish 2023 #human star #starsha #saph doodles #wish reimagined #wish disney #wish star #wish #star wish #wish concept art

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dindjarindiaries · 1 year

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Dincember - December 6: Hot Chocolate

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Hot Chocolate

main masterlist • dincember 2022

The Razor Crest groans for mercy as the hatch in the side of her hull begins to open. The crisp chill in the air has only added to the sounds of her age, and as alarming as they should be, they also spark a newfound warmth within your chest. You sit up on the crate and the child does the same on your lap to get a better view of the lowered hatch.

Din has a spring in his step, despite the frost that coats his beskar. The knapsack swings upon his shoulder as he closes the hatch and makes his way over to the two of you. “Hey,” greets Din, the smile in his voice as pure as the one he reveals with a quick removal of his helmet. He bends down to give your forehead a kiss.

“Hey.” You fight your own grin and raise an eyebrow. “You sound happy for someone who just had to do a supply run in this unbearable cold.”

Din shrugs, the upwards tug of his lips betraying his attempted nonchalance. “You’ll see.” He sets the knapsack aside and nods. “I’ll put the rest of these away later.”

You start to set the child aside. “I can put them away if…”

“No.” Din sets both his gloved hands out towards you, keeping you frozen right where you are. “Stay here. Don’t move.” He grasps the blanket that’s draped over your shoulders and pulls it tighter around you. “Just… give me a few minutes.”

With the excited light in his gaze, you would wait forever if he asked you to. Your response, then, comes easy. “Of course.”

Din nods and heaves a breath. He steps away and takes something from the knapsack, though his movements are so quick you can’t quite observe what it is. The child coos with interest from your lap while you both watch Din race around the hull. He focuses on items like spare mugs and the water heater, all of which he rarely ever uses. Still, you observe him rather than question him, craning your neck from side-to-side to peer past the view of his back turned towards you.

Just as Din had assured you, he finishes his work within mere minutes. He carries two mugs over to you, with a third smaller one that he hands to the child. You take the mug and thank him before you even look inside of it. The hot liquid is a rich brown color, the aroma sweet and the mug already working to warm you even more. “What is this, Din?”

Din, who’s since knelt in front of the crate, gestures to the mug in his own hands. “A delicacy from my childhood.” He glances over his shoulder at the hatch of the Crest. “We always saved it for cold days.”

You let the corners of your mouth turn upwards. “That sounds amazing.” You take a cautious sip of the drink, closing your eyes at the warmth, sweetness, and richness wash over you. “And it tastes even better than that.”

Din’s gaze sparkles even more. His shoulders start to rise. “Really?”

Your eyes widen as you nod. “Really.” You take another sip and hum with delight. “This is perfect.”

Din tries to hide his smile by lifting his own mug to his lips, yet fails. “Just like you,” mumbles Din in a shy manner before he draws his first sip. You grin and free a hand to run it through his hair, the action just as comforting as the warmth of what Din’s brought into your makeshift home.

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#excited din is so pure and i just adore it #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #dincember 2022 #dincember #dindjarindiaries

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jasminexox5 · 1 year

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Walking into his room to the sound of him softly crying at his desk quickly running over to him to see if he’s ok. The poor angel spending all hours of the day in here just needing you there and then and nothing else in the world. Kevin immediately looked up from where he was sitting to see if it was you. His hair all messy and cheeks red from crying he couldn’t be happier to see you then. Seeing that sparkle in his eyes when he sees you standing there was enough to warm your heart.

Jumping up from his chair and into your arms never letting that smile fade from his face. Holding him tight in your arms letting him be the first one to let go. “I’ve missed you mommy, it’s been so lonely” he says as he buries his head in your neck embracing you. Stroking his hair making him whine out for you and subtly grind into you. “Is my baby boy needy?” you tease him making him pout.

Sitting down with him on your lap with Wilson in his arms snuggling into your chest holding you and his plushie calming down the minute he was with you. Just wanting to calm down and be with you. Barely even saying a word to you but the looks he gives tell you a million words. Wiping his dried tears away with your thumb moving to stroke his cheek and Kevin melted into your touch. Gently caressing his cheek making him squirm in your lap and look up at you with doe eyes begging you for more.

“Look at how needy my prince is now” you say to him as he sat up straighter in your lap trying to hide something. The way he was holding the plushie was obvious that he was hiding his boner not wanting you to see. “Such a dumb baby thinking you can hide it from mommy” moaning at your words giving in and not hiding it anymore being so needy aching for your touch.

“Don’t worry prince mommy has you now just relax” you said as he gripped your arm to keep him grounded. Giving him his plushie to hold onto as you start palming him over his sweats. He was already hard from you stroking his hair. He gasped as your hand moved under his shorts to slowly jack him off. “Look at my slutty boy being so needy that he doesn’t need underwear” moaning at the degradation and your hand moving up and down his cock teasing his slit.

Collecting the precum that was leaking from his tip and making him clean your finger. Moaning around your finger taking it that deep he started to gag. “Save that for later baby” saying jokingly to him as he rolled his eyes. Bucking his hips up for friction but not getting anything. Kevin’s doe eyes locking with yours as he started to beg for you. “Mommy please can you suck my cock. Your prince is so needy please mommy I'll be so good for you I promise" hiding his face with his plushie making it wet with his tears and drool. Somehow his words persuaded you

Tapping his thigh as he squealed at the fact, he was getting his way once again. Sitting down on his chair as you take your place in between his legs on the floor. The sly smirk on his face as you tug his shorts down and his cock hit off his lower abdomen tugging the shorts to below his knees. Kevin slouched back in his chair, his hips already bucking up for you.

As you take him in your mouth, he moans out in relief as you take him deeper inch by inch. He threw his head back and let out a loud moan, losing control forgetting that you were still in his office and not at home. Kevin’s eyes filled with tears as he came closer to the edge and losing all feeling in his legs. “Mommy don’t stop, your prince is so close” he cried out and you did what he said not wanting to stop until your prince comes.

As he came the tears fell down his cheeks sobbing into his plushie as it’s the only thing he can hold onto hiding his red cheeks with the mouses ears. Getting up from the floor making sure Kevin was ok. “You have done so well for me prince. You want to snuggle with mommy all night after we get all cleaned up hmm?” his face lights up as you say that, and he nods.

#sub!the boyz #sub!tbz #the boyz smut #tbz smut #k pop smut #hard hours

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herb10 · 2 years

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I’ll save everyone time. She’s probably old, ugly (yet doesn’t have a “real” body thus making them both shallow) and slutty. He’s also slutty and lost his sparkle or whatever. He’s just like every other nfl player… not being a virgin? Wah.

"real body"

I don't mind discourse but if any anon is here to be ageist, misogynistic or just straight up hateful you can leave now. Don't be mad that Justin ain't dicking you in particular. With a personality like that, he'd run a fucking mile. "Lost his sparkle" my ass.

#elle asks

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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Sorry in advance but this man should be commemorated in a museum

That waist and body line are cultural heritage

#hwang hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #sparkle’s slutty saves

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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #shinsou x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #hawks x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bhna smut #deku x reader #bakugo smut #dabi smut #kittybutmakeitferal

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 3 years

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What A Ride

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Rated: Mature! 18+ only! Thigh riding, dirty talk, sluttiness.

Requested By: Anon

“Peter Parker thigh riding??”

You had been alone in the small apartment you shared with your boyfriend all day. He was off doing what he does best. Being the good guy and saving the day. The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

You had cleaned every inch of the apartment and even laid out food to cook for dinner. Now you were bored out of your mind. You laid on the couch scrolling your phone for some new fan fiction to read. You came across a kink challenge post that instantly intrigued you. You read through the list and the brief paragraph that went with each kink. You found yourself marking off the things you and Peter had already tried. You’d done almost everything until you got to “thigh riding”.

You read the paragraph a few times before putting your phone down. Your mind instantly racing at what it would be like to try that with Peter. Would he enjoy it? Would you actually enjoy it? You made the decision then to at least give it a go. The worst thing to happen would be the two of you didn’t like it but at least you could say you tried it.

A few minutes later, right after sunset, the apartment door opened. Peter walked inside dressed in his normal people clothes with his backpack over one shoulder. You knew his Spider-Man costume was in the bag among other things. He dropped the bag by the door then shuffled over to the couch where you were still sitting. He fell beside you with a huff.

“Long day?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yea, it was like every bad guy and gal in Queens was out and about today.” He sighed.

Silently you moved to kneel on the floor in front of him. He instantly went from half asleep to wide awake at the sight. You undid his pants then pulled them off tossing them aside. You slowly unbuttoned his shirt as you peppered his neck and jaw with soft kisses. You could hear the change in his breathing. You pushed open his shirt revealing his toned chest and abdomen but you didn’t take his shirt off.

You slowly, teasingly slipped your shorts and panties off. You climbed onto his lap positioning yourself to sit on one of his thighs. You saw the instant curious gleam in his eyes as he watched you. You leaned forward capturing his lips with your own as you slowly started to grind your already wet clit against his bare thigh.

Peter groaned as his head fell back against the couch. You had to admit this did feel pretty good. His hands grubbed your waist as you continued quickly finding a good pace.

You pressed your chest against his as you moaned softly. Peter’s hands gripped your waist tighter.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you baby but I love how eager you are.” Peter spoke in a list filled voice.

You whimpered are his words. You were now soaking his thigh as you pressed yourself down harder. He chuckled softly.

“My little slut just can’t get enough can she?” He asked.

“No” you panted.

He grip on your waist tightened even more.

“No what?” He asked darkly.

You but your lip to keep from moaning. You loved this side of him. It took awhile for him to be comfortable with it but once he saw what it did to you he was all for it.

“No sir” you breathed out.

“That’s a good girl. I can feel how soaking wet you are. Coating my thigh. You want it don’t you?” He asked teasingly.

This time you couldn’t hold back the moan as your hips started to move faster against him. You were so close.

“Fuck!” You shouted in surprise.

You landed with your back against the couch cushion. Peter had thrown you off of him. You looked up at him in confusion only to see the hottest thing you’d even seen in your life. Peter Parker hovering over you with his unbuttoned shirt and boxers still on. His boner was obvious in the loose fitting fabric. His smirk was devilish and his eyes sparkled with more mischief than you’d ever seen in him.

“I can’t let you get off just yet my pretty little slut.” He teased as he lowered his body to yours.

You took in a slow deep breath trying to ready yourself for what he was about to do. To your surprise he pressed his thigh against your core making you gasp. He attacked your neck with kisses and sharp nips of his teeth. Your hips bucked from his actions making you grind against his thigh.

“That’s it baby girl keep rubbing that little clit against my thigh but don’t cum yet.” Peter ordered against you neck.

You gladly obeyed him. You kept bucking your hips to rub yourself against him. He continued his assault on your neck, ear, and jar. He knew just what to do to make you go insane. You were a whimpering mess below him.

Your orgasm was building quickly but Peter knew you too well. He pulled his thigh away from you making you whimper and squirm beneath him. He chuckled darkly.

“I like watching you squirm baby.” He practically whispered.

“Please Pete” you choked out.

You gasped as you felt his thumb press down against your clit.

“What was that?” He asked narrowing his eyes at you.

“Please, sir, let me cum. Please.” You begged him.

He hummed in satisfaction.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He chuckled.

You scream in surprise mixed with overwhelming pleasure as Peter started to quickly circle your clit with his thumb. You orgasm came quickly bringing your back off the couch. You grasped onto Peter like he was the only life line you had. Your body jerked involuntarily as Peter flicked your clit with his thumb a few times.

He leaned back looking down at you like he was admiring a painting he’d just finished. You felt the heat of your body flood your cheeks from his gaze.

“I don’t know where you got that idea but I’m damn glad you did.” He chuckled.

All signs of the dominant Peter were gone as he pulled you onto his lap. He held you tightly against him as you came down from your insane high.

“How about we have some dinner then I’m gonna finish what you started.” He said with a smirk.

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #fanfiction #Peter Parker #spiderman #tom holland #a smutty world #smut #thigh riding #dirty talk #tease #requested

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sushiburritonoms · 3 years

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okay fine, I’ll play. let’s see, something you can’t make sad (and no, that is NOT a challenge!)… Summer has me in a vacationy mood, so how about DinLuke number 30, tourist/knowledgeable local au? I’ll leave you to decide if Din is the reluctantly knowledgeable local, or if Luke is eager to show the hot dad and his son around

FINE. YOU WANT HAPPY, I'LL GIVE YOU HAPPY!!!

Wait, sorry that came out in my drama voice. *coughs*

30 of AU Ficlist: tourist/knowledgeable local au

Din was no longer a religious man, not since he gently but firmly broke away from his Mormon upbringing years ago. But there were some habits that were hard to break, especially for an exmo, and he couldn’t help but offer up a quick prayer to...something...before he set out on his hike with Luke. Maybe he was praying to Poli`ahu; she would be the most appropriate goddess, given where they were (and wouldn’t his adoptive mother have had a fit over that!). He sent up a quick prayer for no rain, for clear skies, and, most importantly of all, no tourists. That last was a big ask, even for the Goddess of Mauna Kea.

But it was the off season for the Big Island, and a weekday, so the trail was quiet. It was a short hike, five miles roundtrip. It was practically nothing for the two of them. Din wasn’t trying to wear Luke out….yet. That would hopefully--fingers crossed and prayers sent to all gay friendly gods/godesses out there--come later.

“It really is unbelievably beautiful here,” Luke said quietly as walked near the ocean. He paused for a minute to close his eyes, tilting his face towards the sun, looking like some sort of god himself, especially with the way in which the light hit the highlights in his hair. A sun god, maybe. Din felt a wave of fierce affection and lust rush through him, like a burst of wind off the sea. His hand drifted down to his cargo shorts pocket, where he reassured himself that the small box he’d put there that morning was still there.

“I can’t believe you left,” Luke admitted as he opened his eyes. “If I was raised here, I’d never leave.”

Din had heard that before from many people. But coming from Luke it felt sincere and probably was, given his childhood history. “You’d be surprised how quickly you get used to all this,” he said as he waved his arm at their picturesque surroundings. “You don’t notice after a while. The island is too small to spend your whole life here.”

He’d wanted more from his life and freedom from the expectation that he would settle down, marry a nice Mormon woman, and have a small army of children. He’d always been fine with the children part, and even the marrying part. But the woman part had been the dealbreaker, and when he left the Big Island for the mainland he’d also left that childhood expectation behind.

Now he was back home, a decade later, and surprisingly it was almost how he’d originally expected his life to turn out. He had a son, he had love, and hopefully….

No. Best not to think about it, not to jinx it. Instead, he waited until Luke had his fill of the ocean before they continued on their way.

“I can see why you didn’t want to bring Grogu,” Luke said as they carefully navigated a rocky curve. “This isn’t very kid friendly.”

“There’s not much for him to do. The current here is too strong for him,” Din explained as he reached out a hand to Luke so he could help him across.

Luke pouted. “But I thought you were taking me to a secret beach so we could swim. Or...do something else.” Luke raised his eyebrows at him.

“I never said swimming would be involved,” Din said as he gave Luke’s ass a swat. “We’re not doing what you’re thinking about doing either.” Yet. “This beach isn’t secret, it’s pretty famous.” There were other more private beaches he could take Luke but that wasn’t the point. It had to be this beach for a specific reason.

“Almost there,” he added as he felt his nervousness begin to grow. Din could see the ridge where they would begin their descent into the bay. “This area is called Puʻu Mahana; it’s an ancient cinder cone that erupted eons ago.”

“Hmm... I love it when you talk about eruptions,” Luke leered at him. “I could listen to you talk nerdy all day.”

Din snorted. “Shut up and get over here.”

“Alright geez, wait up. I--woah.” Luke stopped at the top of the ridge next to him and stared in amazement. “That’s beautiful.”

“Papakōlea beach,” Din said with satisfaction as he looked at the pristine and--miracle of miracles--completely empty sand. They were early enough so they had the bay to themselves. Everytime Din came to Papakōlea he was taken back by the bay’s contrast of colors, with light green cliffside melting away into bright blue water.

“It’s so green!” Luke exclaimed happily. “Is that grass on the sand?”

“Not quite,” Din chuckled as he led the way down the ragged cliffside, towards the old metal staircase built into the cliffside. “Papakōlea is special because it’s one of the few green sand beaches in the world.”

“Wait? Green sand?!” That was it, Din had lost Luke. His love ran ahead, hoping over rocks to clammer over to the staircase like a small child. By the time Din had caught up, Luke was pulling up handfuls of sand and letting the small grains fall through his fingers.

“I never knew sand could be green! We should have brought Grogu! It’s his favorite color!” Luke beamed at him as he approached.

“And yours,” Din acknowledged with a nervous smile. It was rapidly becoming his favorite color too, after silver.

“What is it?” Luke asked. “Fossilized seaweed or something?”

Din snorted. “What? How the hell did they let you graduate from Cal again?!”

“I wasn’t a science major,” Luke retorted. “So why don’t you explain, Professor Djarin?” He leered at Din and oh fuck. He had to bring up his favorite roleplay right now, right when there was a 50% chance he was about to ruin one of the best things that had ever happened to him.

Din pushed aside vivid memories of Luke dressed as a slutty schoolboy out of his head with extreme effort. “Ah..it’s olivine,” he said, suddenly nervous. “Tiny specs of olivine that is created by the volcano on the island. It’s a dense mineral so it tends to accumulate on the shore rather than be swept into the sea like most other deposits…” His voice trailed off as he saw the moment when Luke suddenly realized why he’d been brought to this particular beach.

“Olivine aka peridot,” Luke said slowly. He let the last of the grains of sand fall from his hand as he moved to touch the small, slender peridot gem that was always around his neck on a smooth silver chain.

Din had asked Luke in the very beginning of their relationship why he always wore the green gem around his neck. Luke had explained that the peridot was the last gift from his grandfather, Qui-Gon.

“He told me he was originally going to give it to my dad’s future wife, because it was a family heirloom. But my biological father never really got along great with my grandfather, and dad and father weren’t able to legally marry until after grandfather died. So he gave it to me. I don’t know why he didn’t just give it to Leia, but when he died, I put it on and never really took it off. I’ve always loved the color. Peridots are the stones of compassion and I think that’s just really nice.”

As their relationship grew Din realized that the peridot gem was a perfect description of Luke himself. Compassionate to a fault but also vibrant and full of life. He was spiritual, creative and strong; all characteristics of the gemstone according to the hippie websites Luke liked to frequent. So when they decided to return to Din’s hometown of Kona for a vacation, Din immediately thought of Papakōlea beach. Olivine was a common mineral on the islands--they liked to market them as “Hawaii’s Diamonds”.

So where else could he bring Luke to propose to him?

“I need to ask you something,” he began. He pulled Luke further along until they were in a spot where Din could see the green sand and the crystal clear blue ocean. Blue and green, the colors that reminded Din of Luke. “The day we met, you gave me the greatest gift of my life by saving Grogu’s life. You came in like a superhero, flying in on your stupid skateboard and grabbing him from the path of that car. That could have been the worst day of my life and instead it was the third most important day.”

Luke stared at him with bright eyes that sparkled with unshed tears. “The third?”

“Second one was the moment they said that Grogu could stay, that I could start the adoption process,” Din acknowledged.

Luke nodded. “And the first?” He whispered.

Din took a deep breath and sent another wild prayer to Poli`ahu or Peli; whoever was listening and had got him this far.

“I’m hoping the first is right now.” He slowly reached for the ring box in his pocket and got down on one knee. The sand was rough against his bare skin and he was shaking--but so was Luke. There were tears slowly falling down his face and he was looking at Din as if he was the sun god and not him. “Luke Skywalker,” he said slowly as he opened the ring box, “Would you--”

“YES!” Luke blurted out.

“--You have to let me finish!” Din said with a laugh.

“You’re taking too long!” Luke grabbed at Din’s hands and pulled them to his chest. “Yes, yes a hundred times yes! Of course I’ll marry you! I thought we pretty much were already.”

Din laughed, his voice cracking. “I want it to be official--”

“Of course you do. Can’t take the fear of God out of a exmo like you.” The softness of Luke’s voice tempered the teasing words.

“Hey this is scared land,” Din said somewhat seriously, “on this part of the island, it belongs to the goddess Poli`ahu.”

“Well, then with the grace of ‘Polly-hue’, I say yes, Din. I’ll marry you.” Din had only a second to frown at Luke’s butchering of the Hawaiian language before he was dragged to standing. He ditched the ring box on the sand so he could put the ring onto Luke’s finger. It was a silver band embedded with koa wood and olivine, made by a local company on the island. It sparkled perfectly against the backdrop of the sand but Din had only seconds to admire it before he was dragged into a searing kiss by his fiancé. He tangled his hands into Luke’s hair and let all the love and relief he’d been carrying on their short hike pour out of his mouth and into the other half of his soul.

When they finally parted and pulled away, the light caught the peridot on Luke’s neck and shone brightly, like the slender gem was alive and winking at him.

Au List is here if you have a request

Previous answers:

19. parents meeting when they take their kids to class au

15: meeting in the E.R/A&E au

40: Soul destroying exes meeting again after not speaking for years au

25: Library/Avid Reader AU Part I

Library AU part II

#just for V the happiest ending I could think of #with a side order of religious trauma LOL #this makes me sound like I know stuff about gemstones I do not #all I know I learned from Steven Universe ok #my wedding ring is also made of koa wood!#but with purple sugilite instead #I also interrupted my spouse because I have no chill #still get teased for that #sbficlets

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cindersandroses · 4 years

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Digital Get Down, Chapter 5

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 5/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Size OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard… never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

WARNING: Mentions of assault.

AUTHORS NOTES: Love you all!

Also on AO3!

Chapter 5

Opal turned to the side as she looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. She smoothed the front of her dress over her rounded belly and picked at the slight ruching that was meant to help hide her imperfections along with the black color of the dress, but it did neither. There’d be no hiding anything. This was about as bodycon as one could get, and indeed she bought it a long time ago because she thought she looked hot in the form fitting silk. As soon as she got it home, though, and really looked at herself wearing it in the harsh light of day, she put it away, in the back of her closet with the other beautiful clothes she’d bought but never found the courage to wear.

That was changing. Now. Today. Okay, not today. But as soon as she walked back into her house. She planned to go straight to her closet and pull them all out and wear each of them as soon as she had the right opportunity or occasion. Considering that most of them were on the fancier side of things, meant for dates, she figured she’d have more chances to wear them now, anyway.

Even though she and Henry would literally be halfway across the globe from each other after this weekend. She couldn’t dwell on that fact, though. If she did, then the sadness set in. She refused to let that particular emotion claw its way back. They’d make it work if it was going to work. It wasn’t like she couldn’t just take her computer places and work there.

If she could convince her boss to allow frequent trips.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t also spend part of his time in Los Angeles.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Henry walked by behind her, drawing her attention away from those troubling thoughts. He fumbled with the cufflink on his left shirt cuff. She was going to make a quip about it, but the words died on her lips when she noticed he looked at her like a fat kid looked at cake. He licked his lips, smiled, and walked into the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but blush. She never would’ve believed he was truly stealing glances at her, but that notion had been squashed earlier at the spa. In fact, now she was hyper aware of his long, molten stares.

And it was all because of the wonderful esthetician who completed her facial after their massage. What had started out as a traumatic experience ended up making her feel the most confident she’d ever felt in her own skin, thanks in part to Jessa the esthetician’s enlightening conversation.

“He’s looking at you like you are the purest water and he’s just had some hot sauce.”

Opal giggled, and blushed, looking at the woman. “I just keep thinking he’s going to be like, ‘Ugh, not my type’ and leave, Jessa.”

“Girl, please. You got one of those peach bottoms that men love to get a handful of. You already got him eating out of your hand, he’s not stopped glancing over here this whole time,” Jessa said, putting her hand on her hip. “And if he does do that, I got a handful of fine brothers who would eat that peach bottom up. So you just let Jessa know and I’ll hook you up.”

The comment made Opal laugh loudly, disturbing the serenity of the spa and resulted in a few perturbed glares from other clients. Henry had glanced up, one eyebrow raised in interest. She smiled at him sweetly and he went back to his shave. Opal smiled. “Thank you, Jessa. I’ll keep you updated.”

Opal had made sure to slip Jessa an extra tip, even though she was sure Henry had tipped everyone well. Stingy wasn’t really a word she would use to describe this man, not materially or emotionally.

Or physically.

Definitely not physically. He liked touching. Being affectionate.

She did not; or, more aptly, she was not used to it in the romantic sense. But she wasn’t even that affectionate with her family. There were a few hugs here and there as a child, but they weren’t overly huggy. And then there was the other thing he didn’t know about, because she never talked about it, that prevented her from initially enjoying his touches.

It was getting easier, though, the more he touched her. She found, with some relief, that she actually quite liked being close to him in that way. Perhaps there was hope for her, after all.

Opal moved away from the mirror and followed his trail to the bathroom. She rested a hip on the door jamb and watched him finish his grooming. He saw her in the mirror and smiled.

“Like what you see?” he asked, that insidious brow raised.

“Nah,” she said with a grin. “I was just thinking about how you use twice the product I do.”

Henry rubbed his hands on a hand towel to remove the remnants of whatever moisturizer he’d used on his freshly shaved jaw. “That’s because it takes a lot to make me look this good. You’re already bloody gorgeous, so you don’t need it.”

Her cheeks heated and she shifted her weight awkwardly on her bare feet. Why were compliments so difficult to take?

“And as an answer to your question, I do like what I see,” she replied. “I appreciate your efforts. But I also love getting to just observe each other. That’s what we were missing over the last year.”

Henry stopped and smiled at her. “I watched you getting ready, and that’s why I’m so behind. I couldn’t stop watching you. You are enchanting,” he whispered.

The air caught in her lungs upon hearing the deep gravelliness of his sentiment. He closed the distance between them. The hunger, the lust, the pain, the joy, the need, all passed across his face. He leaned down and brushed his lips across her temple. “We’re going to make a hell of a couple tonight, Princess.”

“Yes, we are,” she replied breathlessly.

“Let me finish getting ready. You are distracting.”

Opal giggled. “Pot, kettle.”

She moved away from the door and went back to the bed to struggle into the sky high heels she had thought would be great to wear, but now she regretted the decision to pack them. Her feet were going to ache by the end of the night. But--the minx inside her reminded--that could possibly lead to another massage. This time, just with Henry.

As she finished up the last buckle on the strappy things and stretched her legs out to check how they looked, she noticed Henry watching from across the room with a glazed look in his eyes. She laughed at him, because it was the exact same look she’d had as he secured the waistcoat around his trim torso. “This… me putting on shoes shut you down?”

Henry reanimated with a shrug. “I have a thing for really high strappy, almost slutty, heels. Nothing like…” He stopped and blushed slightly. “Uh, never mind.”

Opal stood up and went over to him, just barely shorter than him now, and grinned. “I will have to remember that for later,” she replied.

“Oh, god, please do. Bonus points for silk stockings and the whole belt contraption,” he murmured.

She giggled. “You know, men and women are so different. You want the littlest piece of clothing on me, but I’d rather see you in a three piece suit.”

“I can fuck in a three piece suit just as well as I can without,” he teased.

His comment, and the harsh word, caught her off guard. Taking the opportunity, he went over to grab his cell phone. He beckoned her with a crooked finger. “Come here.”

She didn’t ask for clarification or even think about it; her feet in their dangerous footwear moved of their volition. When she reached him, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head, all while snapping a quick picture. He looked at it, smiled, and turned it around for her to view.

Her cheeks were high with color. Her skin glowed; her eyes sparkled. Her smile showed almost every one of her teeth. Everything about it made her seem so vital, so alive, so… beautiful. She had never seen herself so happy. Simply being near him made her want to beam from ear to ear.

He smiled softly. “Now you see what I see when I look at you.”

“I don’t always look like this,” she protested.

“You do,” he replied. “Let me send this to you so you can send it to Amber.”

Opal shifted uncomfortably. She’d completely forgotten about sending Amber a picture. What kind of friend was she, anyway?

“We can’t bring our phones tonight,” he explained. “Something about making sure nothing unflattering gets out.”

Opal looked up at him and nodded. “Okay. Let me just send Amber a text telling her I’m going out for the night.”

She saved the picture to her phone and opened up the text stream with her friend. She took the picture, sent it, and wrote, “I don’t think I ever expected my Hank to be this real. Going out for the night. Talk to you in the morning.”

She plugged her phone in, stood up, and took Henry’s hand. “Okay. Let’s go.”

~~~

Opal stood in the atrium of the Georgia Aquarium and sighed. She was enchanted. She’d been here a ton of times before at previous cons, but never on a night specifically designed to be an intimate cocktail party with all of the con’s celebrity guests.

What actually was her life right now?

Henry talked to Dany and Dwayne, and she couldn’t get over the fact that she was standing next to The Rock. How many times had she sat next to her brothers while they watched this giant man wrestle? If someone had told her this was going to be her life when she left Los Angeles the night before, she’d have told them they were lying. It was all a little surreal.

Dany smiled at her, obviously picking up on the fact that she had zoned out and had literal stars in her eyes. “So, Opal, what do you do?”

Opal hummed and blinked at her. “Yeah, sorry. I’m a designer and programmer for Blizzard. I have been there, oh gosh, almost ten years now. Best job I have ever had.”

“And you live with?” Dany inquired.

Opal understood Dany’s reticence to accept her into the group. Dany didn’t want anything to harm the business, and even though she seemed tough, she clearly cared deeply for both men as friends. Still, though, Opal didn’t think she gave off a crazy fan vibe.

“My best friend, from like middle school,” Opal said, moving to stand closer to Dany. She leaned in to speak quietly. “I know you’re worried about me using him, I get that, trust me. If I was in your position I would, too. But honestly, Dany, I didn’t even know he was him… until this morning when I arrived. I just thought he was a dorky British guy named Hank. That was it. In the months leading up to this I just got to know his heart and who he is, not Henry Cavill, God’s gift to women. I knew SuperHank, the cleric who runs around healing people, because he is that guy. I got to know the Hank who was shy and loved to cook and gets excited about Warhammer and new fantasy novels. Who tells me constantly that I am worthy and beautiful.”

Dany beamed at her. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.”

“And frankly, you scare me a little bit, so I won’t do anything untoward,” Opal said.

Dany laughed and flexed a bicep. “Don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t.”

“But seriously, Opal,” she said and grabbed Opal’s hand. “He needs someone he can love with his whole being, and I’ve never seen him happier than when he has spoken to me about you.” She squeezed her hand. “It’s not going to be easy, but I promise to make sure you’re okay and safe, and that you can be with him.”

Opal grinned. “He is pretty special.” She looked beside her, expecting to find him there. “And... gone, apparently.”

Lauren smiled at her. “He and Dwayne went to get some drinks.”

Opal felt her stomach clench. She tried to smile, but before she could muster one, Henry was back by her side. He handed her a flute of champagne. “Here, Princess.”

Opal took the glass from him and didn’t say a word. Her jaw clenched and it took everything in her to stop her hand from shaking.

Henry frowned. “Is that okay? Do you want something else?”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s fine,” she replied and tried to smile again. Even though she couldn’t see it, she knew it came off as more of a grimace because of the expression Henry returned. He knew something was wrong, but the words to explain it to him failed to form on her tongue.

Not that she really had the chance to say anything, anyway. A loud, booming voice rang out across the atrium, “LITTLE BRUDDA!!!”

Opal spun around and watched in abject horror as two grown men raced towards each other and chest bumped each other like drunken frat boys.

Dwayne shook his head. “Seriously, you two? We’re in public.”

Henry came back and smiled. “Jason, my man, this… is Opal.”

Jason looked at her, his eyebrow raised. “Well, hello there, beautiful. I’m Jason…” He took her free hand and kissed the back of it. “If he gives you any trouble, let me know.”

Opal blushed. “Thank you. I will.”

Dazzled once more by the Man Also Known As Khal Drogo, Henry startled her with a hand on the small of her back. She looked up at him, still holding the flute from which she had not yet had a drop of champagne.

Henry leaned down into her ear. “Do you want me to get something else for you?”

She shook her head. “No, I just, uh… I’m going to get my own drink.”

She excused herself and headed over to the bar, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t running away from him and running away from the conversation she should have already had with him, even before they both decided to meet here in Atlanta.

She wasn’t in line long when she felt his presence behind her.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, concern written all over his face.

“I am, honestly. I just… well… it’s stupid. I don’t drink anything that I don’t see poured myself, and I very rarely drink alcohol in public. I should have told you. It’s just my hang up and, gah... I’m sorry I freaked out a little bit.”

Henry’s eyebrows knit together. He nodded, but he clearly wanted more.

“Let me get my drink and we’ll take a walk and talk, okay?” she asked, hoping to smooth things over.

He nodded and stood quietly with her. Even though he was clearly confused and maybe a little angry, his presence was still one that calmed her and she found herself resting against his sturdy bulk as they waited. Opal ordered her cranberry juice in a martini glass. To anyone other than herself and Henry, it looked like a Cosmo. It was her fallback when she wanted to hang out with the cool kids but didn’t want to do what the cool kids were doing. Because that one time she did what the cool kids were doing? She lived to regret it.

She took his hand and started to walk through the first exhibit. Opal paused at a tube enclosure in the middle of the room full of jellies. A black light shone down into the water, illuminating the sea creatures as they performed a graceful, haunting dance around their tank. She stood quietly, Henry standing next to her, silent, thinking.

Finally, she cleared her throat from the heavy emotion making it difficult to breathe. “I was drugged.”

Henry’s fingers curled into her back. Though he tried to mask the sharp intake of air, his gasp was still audible. “Opal, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” she said, just barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t just that. Amber and I were freshmen in college and I wanted to fit in. We went to a frat party. A guy we had art history with invited us.”

His anger was palpable; it wasn’t anger directed at her, though. Somehow, she knew that, as she stared at the gelatinous orbs bobbing through the water. She took a sip of the cranberry juice before moving on.

“I woke up the next morning, head fuzzy, in a room I had never seen before, and my panties around my ankles.” She braved a look up at Henry, to gauge his reaction. The sharp line of his jaw was set, his rage evident.

For some reason, it was cathartic to share this secret with another human. Amber knew, of course. Amber had nursed her back from the brink after they got home from the hospital.

“It’s the reason I pull away sometimes when you touch me, and the reason I am so unsure of myself. I’m sorry I never told you before, but you have a right to know.”

Henry didn’t speak; he looked at a point beyond her, staring in stony silence for the longest time. He finally tore his focus away from that point and gazed down at her. His face spoke volumes, even before his words did. He rested his chin on her head and wrapped her in his arms. “You know I would never, ever do that.”

“Oh, no, I do! I just… I want so badly for you to touch me, to be yours, I just need… time,” she said. “I don’t even know if I’m actually a virgin or not. I don’t know what they did to me. The next morning, Amber took me to the ER and a rape kit was done, but it was inconclusive. I’m sorry if this changes the way you feel about being with me.”

Henry pulled away from her and put his drink on the floor. He took her face gently in his hands. “I never, ever would feel any different about you. I just… I understand now.” He kissed her forehead, but didn’t move his lips from the spot they’d touched. His next words were muffled, but the meaning behind them was everything. “My promise to you is that I will not hurt you, and it’s all going to be at your pace.”

She smiled and pushed his hands away from her face. With her free hand, she reached up and let her hand rest on the nape of his neck. “Well, then, we can do this, cause I’m very ready for it.”

With little strength, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. It wasn’t passionate or chaste; it was somewhere in the middle. A reassurance. A promise. Her promise to be as open with him as possible. His cue that she was okay with him pushing her boundaries. And she loved him for it.

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how to kiss

drabble

warnings: smut, slutty baek

a/n; I feel like baek is freaky on the low

“What, have you never kissed anyone before?”

There it was. The question you’d been hoping to avoid as long as possible. But it was inevitable, especially in a place like this, surrounded by people wasted out of their damn minds, and playing a childish game of truth or dare. Could you have expected anything less?

A telling grimace twisted your features, your eyes swinging shamefully from the face of the boy who’d asked, that damned Park Chanyeol, to the shocked faces of your other peers, and finally to the floor. “No way,” Minseok scoffed in disbelief, arms crossing firmly over his chest, “it’s not possible.”

Your blatant lack of response had several gasps bouncing around the small circle of people that had formed on the bedroom floor. “Y/n,” Jongin began carefully, “you’re not trying to say that you, a twenty three year old senior in college, have never kissed someone before… are you?”

Actually, that was exactly what you’d hoped to avoid saying.

“Oh you have got to be kidding!”

“I’ll kiss you.”

Silence immediately cut through the commotion, all eyes turning to look at the smirking face of Byun Baekhyun. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes as he stared across the circle at you.

“What?” You managed to choke out through your initial shock.

“I’ll kiss you,” he repeated easily, voice sounding confident and steady. Your eyebrows twitched in utter disbelief at his words. Was he making fun of you? By suggesting something as ridiculous as that? He couldn’t be serious… could he?

“Why?”

His grin widened, “why not?”

Because Byun Baekhyun had a reputation. And not a pretty one, at that. He was known around your college campus as the kind of guy that got around. The kind of guy to hop into anyone’s bed if given the slightest opportunity. Whether those rumors were based on facts or pure speculation, you’re not completely sure. Though, it wouldn’t be all that surprising if they were completely true.

But there was something about his offer that you couldn’t deny was tempting. It wasn’t like you had intentionally been saving up your first kiss for your ‘true love’ or some bullshit like that. It just so happened that there’d been no such opportunity presented to you to get this burdensome first kiss over and done with.

“Okay.”

The word escaped you before you could so much as second guess. The shot of straight vodka you’d taken not too long ago was probably to blame for that. He looked pleasantly surprised by your response, eyebrows quirking upwards. Without saying a word, he handed off the bottle of vodka off to Sehun before standing. You swallowed thickly, watching with wide eyes as he made his way over to where you sat on the opposite end of the circle. He dropped slowly onto his knees in front of you.

Up close… he was somehow even more attractive. Everything seemed visible, the hint of brown eyeshadow adorning his eyelids, the light traces of freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose, the tantalizing strawberry hue on his small –yet plump– naturally pouted lips—

“You sure you can handle it?” He teased at your stunned expression, the tip of his tongue flicking at the corner of his mouth. The almost patronizing tone of his voice set a fire of determination alight in your gut, and you set your features, trying to control the suddenly rapid beating on your heart.

You tried your best to mimic his relaxed expression, lifting a brow while your lips curved upwards into a lazy smirk, “can you?”

You barely even got the question out before his lips connected with yours. Instinctively, your eyes fell shut, brows knitting inwards as you put every ounce of your concentration into not completely fucking up. The last thing you wanted was for someone as experienced as Baekhyun to say that you were a shitty kisser in front of a room full of people. Talk about humiliating.

“Relax.” You almost jumped at the sensation of Baekhyun’s soft murmur against your lips.

“Sorry,” you felt yourself flush in embarrassment, only able to manage a meek apology. But, the tension in your body was alleviated by the sound of his low chuckle. It wasn’t mocking, and you found yourself being silently grateful.

“It’s alright.” He didn’t waste another moment before allowing his warm hand to curl around the back your neck, gently drawing your lips back onto his.

Instead of focusing on not making a fool of yourself, you decided to focus on his lips— how they felt pressed against yours. They were soft. Why hadn’t you thought they’d be soft? God they were so soft. And they were warm… purposeful. The kiss deepened suddenly, his head tilting to the side as his fingers slid through the hairs on the back of your neck. It felt like he was trying to steal the breath out of your lungs. You shuddered as his tongue traced your bottom lip, gently nudging past it to dip into your mouth.

Oh god.

Your mind started feeling abnormally hazy, the oddly delicious flavor of vodka and mint on his tongue suddenly the only thing you wanted to taste for the rest of your life. It wasn’t until you felt the muscle flexing beneath your palm that you realized you’d grabbed hold of one of his thighs, grip tightening every time his lips or tongue or teeth did something particularly exciting. You almost fainted on the spot when he moaned softly into your mouth. If that wasn’t the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard— and holy fuck you’d just made Byun Baekhyun moan.

Pride sprung up within you, and you couldn’t resist doing a little happy dance in your head. In a bout of boldness, you sunk your teeth lightly into his bottom lip and tugged. He groaned deeply, and you peeled your eyes open just enough to watch it bounce back into place when you released it. That spark of glee only intensified when he drew his lips off yours just long enough to ask in a breathless, somehow hoarse voice, “fuck, you sure this is your first kiss?”

A smile tugged the corners of your lips upwards as you murmured in response, “positive.”

“Fuck.”

You would’ve probably would have laughed had he not slammed his lips into your so roughly a part of you worried they might bruise and begun kissing you like his life depended on it. It was fast paced, a little more difficult for you to keep pace with, but you managed, kissing him back with just as much ferocity.

“Shit, you guys gonna get a room already, or what?”

Embarrassment welled up within you upon remembering that you were, in fact, not alone. And that there was a whole room of people just watching you.

Bug you didn’t have much time to overthink that before Baekhyun was suddenly standing, pulling you up with him. “Do you wanna get out of here?” He whispered, only loud enough for you to hear.

Honestly, you barely heard the question over the sound of your heart thundering in your ears, but still managed a faint nod nonetheless.

“Are you sure?”

Your thundering heart suddenly faltered, and you focused your eyes onto his. Sincerity and concern sparkled within them. Something warm filled your chest. He wanted to make sure you really wanted to go with him, and weren’t just saying yes in the heat of the moment. Damn. Who would’ve guessed Byun Baekhyun could be so considerate.

A reassuring smile graced your features, and you squeezed his hand lightly. “I’m sure,” you paused before leaning in and whispering, “If you think I’m done with you already… you’d be sadly mistaken.”

The stunned expression on his face drew an amused giggle from his lips.

“Boys,” he suddenly grunted, quickly darkening eyes not leaving your face for so much as a millisecond as he addressed the others in the room, “Don’t wait up for me.”

You experienced more than just your first kiss that night.

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