i bet you can smell them

anonymous asked:

Headcanons where Pennywise realizes that he’s falling in love with the reader and gets extra possessive over time.

This is…longer than I meant for it to be. I guess I got a bit carried away, oops?

  • So um. Angst. He hates you; he hates how you’re different than any of his other prey, hates how he has come to see you as a living creature with thoughts and feelings and not merely a food source. 
  • But he needs you. He needs your presence, comes to rely on it even. Pennywise feels as if he’s addicted, he loathes the attachment he feels, and yet…he can’t bring himself to just end his maddening thoughts and kill you.
  • His initial attraction to you nearly immobilizes him because it is such a foreign feeling: when you touch him for the first time, his arms just sort of hang limply at his sides, a blank, dumbstruck expression on his face as drool dribbles down his chin.
  • You start to use this strange power to your advantage; giving him lingering touches if he is beginning to frighten you or if he seems particularly angry and just watch as his eyes lose focus, sometimes even shutting entirely as he attempts to process the rush of affection he feels due to your touch.
  • Pennywise does not want others to have anything to do with his human.
  • “You’re such a nice girl. I bet you got a lotta friends. Well, tell them I’m your only friend now.”
  • Every time he can smell someone else’s scent on you, he gets furious; snarling, hurling questions at you, “Why’d you let them touch you, huh?”
  • If you ever want to spend time with your other friends, he is immediately defensive: “Am I not enough for ya, Y/N? Is that it?”
  • He silmuntaneously craves your fear and despises it. Angst 2.0. The scent of your fear intoxicates him and he finds it irresistible, yet the teary, hate-filled gaze that you look at him with whenever he is behaving in an especially monstrous manner makes him feel an emotion he would never admit to feeling, guilt.
  • If someone seems to be looking at you in anything more than a platonic manner, you’re sure to spot a red balloon floating about- serving as an ominous warning.
  • The first time he verbally expresses his affection for you, it’s all a big mess. He’d recently exploited your fears in an effort to teach you a lesson for being too friendly to a guy you used to have feelings for a year or so ago. Your fists are banging against his chest, he’s growling viciously as foam leaks out of the corner of his mouth, eyes glowing with barely surpressed rage, and you voice the unspoken question that’s haunted you ever since you first encountered the clown, “WHY DON’T YOU JUST KILL ME ALREADY?”
  • Pennywise doesn’t think before he speaks, it’s a knee-jerk reaction- claws rip through the flimsy fabric of his gloves, and he hisses in a low, gravely voice, much different than the eerily light and crackling voice you’d become accustomed to: “Because I love you, you infuriating little pest.”
“I’m on the phone...” ~Smutty September~

Prompt:Could you write an Elijah Mikaelson smut for smutty September, please? Giving him a Blowjob under his desk in his office and he has to stay really quiet because he is on the phone with someone important. It really pisses him off and he has to punish the reader afterward.

Pairing: Elijah x Reader

Word count: 950

Warning: besides the usual smut, curse words, and rough sex…none.

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LOTS O’ Tips on Writing: Blindness

Hey y’all, so I’m not really a reference blog exactly, but I figured I would share some of my experience in writing (and in life) with a character type that a lot of people seem unsure of how to represent. That would be characters with partial or complete blindness. I myself have one character who is completely blind, and I too am on the low-sighted spectrum, so I figured I’d clear up a few misconceptions about characters with blindness! This is a long post, so part of it is under a read-more, but I include subjects ranging from medical details to describing non-visual senses to handling romantic relationships.

1) Blindness is totally a spectrum. Someone who is legally blind at 20/200 vision doesn’t see “nothing but black”. In fact, people who are legally blind can sometimes see enough to use some adjusted devices or read large-print books! Legal blindness (or low vision) means that someone’s eyesight is very poor even with their highest corrective lenses. 20/200 means that something 20 feet away from them has the same definition as something 200 feet away from a well-sighted person. That’s why 20/20 vision often represents “perfect” vision, because objects at 20 feet look like they’re… well, 20 feet away. Sometimes, legal blindness can be caused by natural degeneration from severe myopia (nearsightedness) from age, extreme strain, or just genetics.

2) When thinking of what a visually impaired person experiences as far as sight, ask yourself if the description is necessary first, then listen to interviews or podcasts for a description if you do need it. Please don’t take the word of someone with no eye function at all and apply it to someone with severe myopia or cataracts, because blindness varies. People with one cause of blindness may have cloudy vision, extremely blurred vision, ‘missing’ spots in their sight, or lack of color, while someone without any eye function (or without any eyes at all) will wonder why you’d even ask! Often “a black void” or “nothing but white” isn’t exactly true. Someone who doesn’t see color or light won’t see a lack of light either! Black? White? What? You really don’t have to even describe what they “see” unless they are partially-sighted.

3) Characters with all forms of disability can still do some badass shit. They can defend themselves as well as another character, they can learn to navigate a new space, they can play games and run and be athletic. They can be artists, musicians, or even own their own business. They can do their own household chores. They can be great parents. They can use modern tools and devices with the right adjustments. Don’t be afraid to let them accept - or ask for - help, but please don’t make it seem as though they’ve become useless. Give them all kinds of talents! (for example, my visually impaired muse can channel spirits, tends to her own herb garden, and is a classically-trained soprano. Possibilities are endless, you guys!)

4) Cause of blindness should be known if you insist on describing your character’s full facial appearance and how their blindness affects them. But remember this: you don’t have to draw attention to the appearance of someone’s eyes constantly. Don’t let that be the only thing that defines them. Here are a few tips though: many people who are legally blind have very ordinary-looking eyes. The cloudy white/blue eyes you often see is usually from diseases like cataracts, while paled eyes without visible pupils may be from congenital (childhood) glaucoma. Other forms of glaucoma cause black spots in the iris. Cataracts and glaucoma can coexist in one person. Eyes can have an inflamed red sclera from bacterial infection-induced blindness such as meningitis. Some infectious diseases require removal of the eyes (we see this in cats and other animals all the time). There are tons more reasons. When researching the cause of your character’s blindness, pay attention to the level of impairment, because not all causes of blindness have the same outcome!

5) People whose eyes have nerve damage don’t always move perfectly together. As tempting as it is to give your visually impaired character the ability to eerily stare directly into someone else’s gaze all the time, often people who lack nerve control in the eyes have issues of mobility now and again or even constantly: eyes that move independently, one or both eyes that won’t move at all, one pupil stuck in full dilation (anisocoria), and they may not be aware that their eyes are moving in odd places. Please don’t use this as fuel for humor, as some folk go out of their way to cover their eyes constantly because of this. Speaking of cover, not all visually impaired people wear sunglasses like the cliche in movies. Many will wear them in public because their eyes are very sensitive to light rays or because the light gives them horrible headaches, while others choose to cover their eyes because they’re aware that their eyes lack mobility control or they’re shy about a drooping lid/etc. Not everyone who has problems with vision wears something over their eyes.

More information on memories, relationships, and making the best of five senses are in the read-more!

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The Storm Just Blew Me Away~Eddie Kapsbrak x Sis!Reader

The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years - if it ever did end - began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

Georgie Denbrough and Y/N Kapsbrak were running through the rain-drenched streets chasing after the boats that Bill had so carefully made for them. Every now and again one of the six-year-olds would squeal with laughter as the boats twisted around a corner and down another one of Derry’s roads. Nobody was outside except the two best friends who were dressed in their yellow raincoats and wellington boots. From the outside looking in, the scene was too perfect. A couple of kids with their hoods up sloshing down the paths of their hometown laughing and shouting with glee. Little did anyone know, pretty soon  Georgie and Y/N would be facing the worst thing they could ever possibly encounter at their age. IT would haunt Y/N Kapsbrak for years to come.

Y/N and Georgie both screamed ‘NO’ at the exact same time. Their boats had swiftly turned a corner and disappeared down the storm drain. Neither of the two had ever run so fast. They got down on their hands and knees despite the water and looked into the darkness. Their boats were nowhere to be seen. It smelled like mould and the sound of rushing water could be heard down below the streets of Derry. Suddenly a pair of bright yellow eyes popped up out of nowhere.

“Want your boat, Georgie?” It was a clown. Why is there a clown in the drain? Y/N Kapsbrak wondered to herself, “What about you Y/N?” IT held up their boats, one in each gloved hand.
“We sure do,” Georgie said with a smile. Y/N smiled too. She just couldn’t help it.
“That’s good!” The clown said in a cheery voice, “And what about a balloon? Y/N?”
“Well… sure!” Georgie reached out but Y/N pulled his arm back. He gave his best friend a puzzled look.
“We’re not supposed to take stuff from strangers,” Y/N said with a stern expression, “My dad told me so.” Despite how scared she was she didn’t let her voice quake. She was trying and succeeding, to be brave.
“That’s very wise of your dad! I am Pennywise the Dancing Clown, you are Georgie,” He looked over to Y/N, “And you are Y/N. See, we’re not strangers anymore.“ 
Y/N smiled and reached out. She drew her hand back though.
"How did you get down there?”
Pennywise grinned, “The storm just bleeeeewwwww me away! It blew the whole circus away. Can you smell the circus Georgie? Y/N?”
The pair leaned forward. Suddenly they could smell peanuts and cotton candy.
“You bet we can smell it.” Georgie said
“Want your boats then? I only repeat myself because you do not seem that eager.”
“Sure we do!”
“And a balloon? I’ve got red, green, blue, yellow…”
“Do they float?” Y/N asked
“Float?” The clown smiled again, “Oh yes, indeed they do. Everything floats down here.”

Georgie and Y/N both reached out and the clown seized their arms, one with each hand, and dragged them down into the depths of the sewers.

The sewers were dank and dark. Y/N couldn’t breathe. She was being dragged to and fro and was screaming so very loudly, as was Georgie. He was shouting Bill’s name at the top of his little lungs.
“EDDIE!” Y/N called out for her big brother. Of course, there was no answer.
Georgie had somehow managed to escape the dancing clown’s tight grasp and was running back down the tunnel.
Y/N was happy he’d gotten away but she wasn’t happy that she hadn’t. Apparently, neither was Pennywise. He dropped her into the sloshing water and sprinted back after Georgie. Y/N suddenly remembered the things she had put into her coat pockets before leaving the house. Things only a six-year-old would think to bring. Two plasters, a bar of Fry’s Milk Chocolate, and her walkie-talkie that was tuned to her brother Eddie’s. Eddie! She pulled out the walkie and began talking into it.

A few seconds went by. 
“Y/N? What’s wrong, over?”
It was her brother.
“Fuck-Y/N,” She could hear her brother standing up and gathering some things, “DON’T WORRY Y/N I’M COMING. GO AND HIDE, RIGHT NOW! OVER AND OUT!”

Y/N didn’t waste any time she took a left and found a little niche in the wall. She climbed into it and tucked her legs in. There was a shiny red beetle crawling up the ceiling. She began to cry. She wanted to go after her best friend. His screaming had stopped now, and all she could hear was sadistic laughter. Then it was footsteps echoing down the stone hallways. 

“Come out come out wherever you are, little Y/N!”

Suddenly she had an idea. She noticed a large rock at her feet. She picked it up and threw it down the tunnel. It landed in the opposite direction the way they came in. Pennywise fell for it and sprinted down the hallway. Before he realised he had been fooled she got out from her hiding place and ran back the way they came and to the entrance. She had found the drain! Oh, thank god! She thought.
She grabbed onto the ledge and with all her strength and pushed herself up and out into the rain. She had no idea where Georgie had gotten to. She was crying by this point. Y/N stood up and tried to gather her bearings. Then she saw Eddie running down the streets. She met him halfway and bounded into his arms.

“Eddie! Eddie, I’m so scared. IT still has Georgie but he’s stopped screaming. I think I saw his jacket floating…”
“Shhhhhhh, it’s going to be okay. Come on, we’ll go and tell someone. We’ll find him.”
“Okay, Eddie. How about we go and tell Bill.”
“Good idea.”
“Love you, Ed,”
“Love you too.”

And then the two siblings went off into the rain towards the Denbrough’s house, completely unaware that Pennywise the Dancing Clown was looking out of the storm drain at them, wondering when they’d next walk past.

This was requested xx Hope you like it x Also, I’m aware that there’s little parts from the book. Only the dialogue at the start, the rest of it is my own. I just thought it would be cool to have an original part from the book in it. No matter how small.

Times of Terror
  • "What was that?"
  • "I think the door is locked!"
  • "You're not getting out of here."
  • "What is THAT?"
  • "Shhhh! They'll hear you."
  • "Please don't hurt me..."
  • "You're not begging loud enough."
  • "What is that smell?"
  • "No, please no..."
  • "Is that blood?"
  • "Hold still or you'll bleed even more."
  • "Come here. This won't hurt a bit."
  • "RUN!"
  • "What are you doing?!"
  • "I don't think I can last."
  • "Do you see them?"
  • "Can you get to that car?"
  • "Here kitty, kitty, kitty..."
  • "I bet you're delicious."
  • "Don't touch me!"
  • "Midnight, right? We have to last 'till midnight."
  • "This is a disaster."
  • "You clever thing..."
  • "I can't do this..."
  • "We shouldn't be here."
  • "I can't sleep."
  • "The thing you should fear here is ME."
  • "My phone isn't working."
  • "Hello poppet."


* triggering content below, proceed to read/reblog with caution!

’ If you’re gonna start the killing, you best start it right here. ’
’ Make sure I’m all the way dead, because I’ll come back and make you my bitch! ’
’ Chinese, Japanese, Dirty knees, look at these! ’
’ What you lookin’ at? ’
’ I’m lookin’ at you, _________. ’
’ Yeah, you see something you like? ’
’ I set my standards pretty low, so I’m never disappointed. ’
’ Oh, well I don’t disappoint. ’
’ Please, mister. This is insane. ’
’ ‘Cause it’s definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone. ’
’ Is the shit on? ’
’ Please… Stop… ’
’ Stop? Bitch, I have just started. ’
’ I bet all the girls/guys wanna fuck you. ’
’ Would you say that again? ’
’ Do you kiss your mama with that mouth? ’
’ That ain’t the only thing I do with this mouth. ’
’ I’m gonna have to be taking your car today. ’
’ What’s that about clown business? ’
’ Do I stutter, bitch? ’
’ There is no fuckin’ ice cream in your fuckin’ future. ’
’ I think I’m gonna be wanting some ice cream in about ten miles. ’
’ Don’t you fucking imitate me, it’s fucking rude! ’
’ I know what I know and I know I don’t like that nut sack… ’
’ Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you? ’
’ Yes, it is going to kill me! ’
’ What the fuck is your problem? I’m in and out in two seconds! ’
’ What the fuck is your problem? ’
’ I think I’m gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity. ’
’ Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good! ’
’ Tutti Fuckin Fruity! ’
’ Here’s the list of names I need you to run down for me. ’
’ That’s a funny-ass name. ’
’ Just tell me if anything connects. ’
’ Shit always floats our way, don’t it? ’
’ You keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you’d catch it all. ’
’ Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road. ’
’ You’re smoking dope. ’
’ You recognize the clown? ’
’ Well, mother pin a rose on me, that is so great! ’
’ I want these motherfuckers dead! Kill ‘em! ’
’ What’s the matter, kid? Don’t ya like clowns? ’
’ Why? Don’t we make ya laugh? Aren’t we fuckin’ funny? ’
’ I’m gonna kill your whole fucking family. ’
’ All right, now get your fuckin’ ass out the car. Go on. ’
’ They’re even better than the real thing, ya know? ’
’ I love famous people! They’re even better than the real thing, ya know? ’
’ Consider me fuckin’ Willy fuckin’ Wonka! ’
’ You ain’t goin’ nowhere, bitch! ’
’ What? Are you calling me a whore? ’
’ I was going to take it easy on you and make it fast. ’
’ I was going to take it easy on you but then you had to go and play the fucking hero! ’
’ Hurry up and don’t take too fucking long. ’
’ I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work. ’
’ You’ve got to hustle that pussy, baby. ’
’ Did you hear what he called me, boss? ’
’ Find a new angle and you might attract a higher clientele. ’
’ Jesus Christ, what a fucking mess. ’
’ There must be one hundred yards of bloody asphalt and corpse chunks. ’
’ You listen to me, and you listen good! ’
’ I am gonna kill every member of your family! ’
’ You listen to me, and you listen good! I am gonna kill every member of your family! ’
’ I’m gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I’m gonna skin em’ alive! ’
’ They’re gonna crawl on on their hands and knees, and they’re gonna beg me for mercy! ’
’ They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim! ’
’ But all I’m gonna have for them is pain! Pain and death! ’
’ Give me some sugar, bitch. Make it sweet. ’
’ I keep thinking about old times. Like when you was a fucking baby. ’
’ Shoot me! Shoot me right in the ass! ’
’ So what do you wanna do? ’
’ I knew that fucking cunt would do something stupid! ’
’ Open the fucking door! Open the goddamn door! ’
’ What are you gonna do? Shoot me? ’
’ Shoot me? What did I ever really do to you? ’
’ I swear I’ll do it! I’ll kill you! ’
’ Why would you wanna kill me? I’m your only hope. ’
’ Why would you wanna kill me? ’
’ There ain’t no bullets in this thing. It’s all fucking mind power. ’
’ I think I can still smell your wife’s pussy stink on my gun… ’
’ Where the hell you goin’? Damn it. ’
’ I feel contrite about blowin’ his brains out. ’
’ Sir, you think we’re gonna die here today? ’
’ You had to come all fuckin’ big stick, walkin’ tall, like a big fuckin’ hero. ’
’ Look at you now, hero, you’re gonna fuckin’ bleed to death! ’
’ Meow, meow, here pussycat. ’
’ You gonna take me back to your room and play with me? ’
’ Will you just keep your head in the business at hand here! ’
’ Are you staring at my sister and thinking bad thoughts? ’
’ Woo hoo! I feel like we’re all really getting to know each other now! ’
’ Everyone loves me. Don’t you pretend you don’t fancy me. ’
’ Does she like it when you puke? I mean is that part of your deal? ’
’ Well there ain’t no what, that’s the end of the road. ’
’ Killing sounds so permanent. ’
’ It don’t scare me none and it don’t suddenly make you a fucking hero. ’
’ I want lightning to come and crash down upon my fucking head! ’
’ You could go piss yourself for all I care. ’
’ If you want special favors you gotta give me something in return. ’
’ I tried to walk the line but now I realize there is no line. ’
’ Maybe he had a divine moment when his brains hit the floor. ’
’ I want you to see what happens to heroes… ’
’ I can’t fucking wait! You want it? Here it is, come and get it. ’
’ I want them alive long enough so I can piss in their faces. ’
’ Oh man! I could hear that bone shatter all the way from back here! ’
’ Looks like you’re not getting off that easy. Huh, bitch? ’
’ I bet you scare lots of folks, don’t ya? ’
’ You want a piece of this motherfucker? You want a piece of this? ’
’ What’s that I smell? I smell rabbit! ’
’ You bring us all the way out here and this prick pulls a gun on us? ’
’ Why don’t you get back on your fucking horse and ride. ’
’ Next time, we go someplace else. ’

rp sentence starters using lines from leigh bardugo’s work , six of crows 

“ of course they were wrong. ”
“ every act of violence was deliberate. ”
“ every favor came with enough strings attached to stage a puppet show. ”
“ it’s always good to have a country in debt to you. ”
“ this night smelled like violence. ”
“ it’s about sending a message. ”
“ i’m not going to bet on my own death. ”
“ i don’t know what you are, but you’re not made right. ”
“ when everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing. ”
“ greed bows to me. ”
“ i don’t think gods work that way. ”
“ men mock the gods until they need them. ”
“ are you going to tell us anything else about your miraculous plan? ”
“ there’s a difference between confidence and arrogance. ”
“ i’m not sure i have a heart to give anymore. ”
“ unless you can be useful, go away. ”
“ i’ll make you wish for death. ”
“ i’m not in a very rational mood. ”
“ you do not argue with a man covered in blood and a knife up his sleeve. ”
“ look for miracles and listen to bedtime stories. ”
“ if they want my blood, let them come for it. ”
“ it is an insult to the dog to call you one. ”
“ i’m going to feed you to a pack of hungry hounds. ”
“ congratulations on your recent advancement to murderer of rank. ”
“ i’ve spent most of this last year trying to find a way to set things right. ”
“ has a true word ever left your lips? ”
“ i might have loved you too. ”
“ your conscience is interfering with your memory. ”
“ i’m a very valuable investment. ”
“ i don’t want to go back to sleep yet. ”
“ at least we’re both the same kind of stupid. ”
“ i’ve been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days. ”
“ i don’t want your prayers. ”
“ our luck is changing. ”
“ that seems like cheating. ”
“ we both must take the risk together. ”
“ you’ll see who wins in the end. ”
“ don’t leave me. ”
“ someone had to pay. ”
“ doesn’t matter how big the gun is if you don’t know where to point it. ”
“ we’ve managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. ”
“ the trick is in getting back up. ”
“ i’m not going to pretend everything is okay. ”
“ i don’t want to kill people, not really. ”
“ i’m already a ghost. ”
“ better terrible truths than kind lies. ”
“ the heart is an arrow. ”
“ how long have you been holding onto nothing? ”
“ i practice the art of ‘pull his shirt over his head and punch till you see blood’. ”
“ i made a bad call, and i deserve the blame for it. ”
“ if we don’t survive this night, i will die unafraid. ”
“ you should have drowned. ”
“ you don’t deserve miracles. ”
“ if your god is so delicate, maybe you should get a new one. ”
“ we really need to get more suitable friends. ”
“ you know they would not offer you mercy. ”
“ let them live in shame instead. ”
“ we are all someone’s monster. ”
“ i want you to stay. i want you to … i want you. ”
“ and how will you have me? ”
“ give me a reason to stay. ”
“ we all carry our sins. ”

Because...daddy! ~SmuttySeptember~

Prompt: Heyy for smutty sept can I have a rough Klaus smut bc daddy.

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Warning: Daddy kink, rough biting(dull teeth), hair pulling, name calling, just very, very rough.

Word Count: 1.2k

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The New Pack ~ Part 6

Some things will always be eternal.

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Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

A/N: I’m both sorry and pleased to say that this is the final part of the series, for now. (Maybe I’ll write a sequel after Season 6.) Thank you all for liking it so much, I never expected it to turn out so good! I also want to dedicate this last chapter to @ligthngale​, hope you like it darling! *3*

”How is she? Will she make it?” Scott asked his mom when he met her at the hospital the same evening the guys had come with you. Melissa was standing outside the room where you laid, looking through the small window on the door, you were barely alive, your pulse was low and your healing process were slow.

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A letter full of regrets. So I played dragon age and here is a small tribute for a decision I had to make.

“I’m not a specialist in writing feely stuff. Despite being completely sure drama was my thing. Whatever…
I used to recall our life in Kirkwall pretty often. Every single day actually. Sitting in tavern with that good old smile and openly saying nonsense like “Oh yeah, that joke of him was perfectly timed” or “Never gonna forget such stupid faces those sons of nags made”. I didn’t care if someone’d heard me. Memories were too fresh to shut them up. All that adventures, no wonder nobody believes my books. Come on, kicking tons of asses, getting wealthy, killing few dragons, robbing a castle. Sounds astonishing, right? And what’s the coolest part - I remember it all. Every tiny detail. Bet I can even recall how Rivainy’s burnt hair smelled after one of slavery market’s clean ups. She looked like a well cooked vivern and screamed furiously. Hawke had to buy every single shiny Jewell from all the Hightown stores just to be sure he won’t be stubbed harshly later on.
Hawke…you remember that bloody champion never played cards well? I still can see his eyes glittering with glory and pride at the day the victory was finally his. Once and for all, I guess. Odd man. You know, despite being damn serious in business and battles, he never said names in such rude and harsh way. He was all like “Hey, Varric, buddy how’s life going?”, “Aveline, you, woman of honor, get out of your desk, lets get some drinks”, “Fenris, I owe you an elvenage-sized box of vine for saving my poor ass!”. It never resembled metal cold “Die” he addressed every piece of crap standing against us. He called us family. We all had dark temptations, odd weaknesses but he saw the light in shadows. And even when our bodies tried to betray him, Hawk…believed. He cared for us so freacking much my own mother never did. Though he wasn’t even the oldest of us. Did anyone really felt older? Doubt that.
So….what I’m trying to say…
Danm, I can’t. Why is it so difficult to operate with simple words. Or don’t I still believe it?
You remember our nights in the Hanged Man? Alcohol, games, face punching. Although Saint boy barely held cards, Hawke still was loosing. Daisy got knocked out from the first glass and all gang unwillingly had to carry her home. And of course there were bandits on the way, and of course they got screwed. After a huge lightning show party had to skedaddle not to bump into bunch of templars. Grumpy argued about “stupid magic” and Blondie just had to answer. Captain talked in commands and Daisy hiccuped so loudly I was aware knights would track us by sounds. Hawke remained silent. And then burst in laughing. Hugged everyone tightly in the giant arms of his. And said he’s happy. He thanked us for all we were. That was a long time ago…
Hawke is gone, guys. I wasn’t there to help him. Wasn’t there to save. I didn’t even had a chance to make up to him. For all he did. I was the one who dragged him into it. It’s on me. But…he wouldn’t want me to blame myself, would he? Guess I still can hear his voice.
Hawke would have said something…supportive. It won’t help anyway. When he lost an important part of him words barely worked. And Hawke wasn’t just a part. He changed people from the inside. Made them better. He made us better. Without him…I don’t even need to know, what would I be like. Life did its best in challenging him. He never fell, never surrender. Beating Arishoc to stand up for Pirat Queen? Sure, why not, he only was five times bigger. Fighting mad templar empress? Living statues? Beams of fire and energy? Oh, okay, everything so that Blondie won’t cry over and blow up something else. Ghosts, spirits, blood mages? No problem. He ripped his ass for our sake. I owed him life I live. I still do.
I want nothing, but promise. From you all. Hawke…was a person worth following. Do not forget it. Do not forget him. Keep that memory. Save it. We had known him long before he became the champion, before he became refugee. We knew him out of those titles, out of history pages. We knew real him. Knew and loved.
Hawke will always be with us….
In our hearts”

What kind of scent on a girl would EXO like

Ohhhh this is… I liked this question so that’s why I decided to take a break and answer it xD Kekeke, enjoy. This is just my opinion though, doesn’t mean I’m right. Ara~
Ps: We all know all boys like Vanilla scents… or almost all boys.

Xiumin: Probably something sweet like a vanilla or coconut perfume. 

Sehun: Something fresh and cool like 1,2,3 perfumes from Ralph Lauren

Luhan: I think he would enter the category of fresh… but sweet? KKK like the perfume Pink by Lacoste or even something floral … something that reminds him of rain xD

Tao: As long as it is Gucci I don’t think he would mind xD

Kris: He probably would love anything she wears but like everyone, he would like a favorite cologne. I think it would be something similar to Chanel or Chance by Chanelm Maybe Jeu d'amour by Kenzo.

Kyungsoo: I think he wouldn’t really mind, just like Kris. But he would definitely have a thing for sweet aromas like Jeu d'amour by Kenzo or Be Delicious fresh blossom by DKNY. 

Suho: I kind of think he likes perfumes like No5 by Chanel… you know like… old women stuff (Don’t get me wrong that’s my favorite perfume). So yeah he probably likes a girl that smells very nice and classic. (BacktoTheBasics)

Chen: Oh oh lowkey think he’s a lover of Victoria’s Secret fragrances because honestly… have you smelled them? They are sooooo good… and I bet that he would buy something nice for you, besides the fragrance xD ;) ;) ;) ;)

Yixing: Oh baby likes sweet stuff I’m sure. Just like Xiumin, something vanilla related or maybe just the scent of your sweet soap/body wash. Probably would be the kind of guy that smells your hair when you hug xD

Baekhyun: Something sweet but strong… you know like passion fruits or… exotic flowers (Is that a thing? xD) I don’t know… but you get the idea right? Something good but crazy… mysterious. Strawberries!

Chanyeol: I don’t know… I can only imagine how nice he would smell xD But something fresh probably… like L’eau Par Kenzo.I have this one and it reminds me of… grass… nature… rain. Yeah maybe he would like that.

Kai: Chicken… definitely xD nah just kidding. But probably something like vanilla or chocolate… so he can eat Kiss you xD

The Alpha’s Beta Sister

Requested By Anon

Theo x McCall!Reader

Warnings: sex, smut, fingering, Dom!Theo, teasing, dirty talk

Part Two

Theo smirked and continued to torment Stiles and Scott, completely oblivious to your existence. You were surprised that neither your brother nor the Chimaera had noticed your increased heartbeat or the smell rolling off you.

“(Y/N)!” Lydia hissed from across the hall. That drew Scott’s attention and he retreated from his verbal battle with Theo.


“Watch it.” He grunted when he barged into you, the light contact and his eyes fixed on you causing your heartbeat you pound even harder and you flushed a deep red.

“Leave my sister alone.” Scott grunted as he tugged you behind him and glared the boy down. “You ok?”

“Yeah… fine.” You hum, gazing after Theo’s retreating figure.

“Why’s she looking at Theo like that… no, no, no (Y/N) you like Derek remember… giant Alpha Derek who’d eat you if you tried to open up which is why it’s cool for you to like him.” Stiles babbled.


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Summoning a Demon - 2 (H/M)

Genre; Horror/Smut

Length; 540+words

Originally posted by the-xclan


With no warning, he pulled you into his arms and planted a gentle peck on your forehead. “There’s no reason to fear me, darling..” He sweetly purred as he pressed his lips against you one last time while interlocked his hands with yours.
“I’ll take very good care of you, okay?”

“As long as you listen to every word I say, you’ll be safe.”

Just as you seemed to fall into whatever spell or hypnosis he was attempting to put you under, something in your mind snapped- bring you back into reality and causing that stomach churning dread to return. 
Immediately you began to panic as you tried wriggling out of his strong grasp, “Get off me!” You shouted. 

Leaning down, the demon tightly held both your wrists in one hand while using the other to brush the loose strands of hair out of your fear ridden face. As your teary eyes locked with his, the fatally seductive expression that coated his pale face had begun toying with the embers in your core. 
“Mhmm, you look so pretty scared, little one..” He purred, licking his sharp fangs before ghosting his lips over your collar bone.  

You began to melt once more, this feeling of overwhelming lust suddenly washing over you the closer his plush lips got to yours. “I- I don’t want you here..” You whimpered as you turned, looking towards the end of the gloomy hall way; eyeing the little book that was sprawled out in the open. 

He immediately noticed, peering up at you with a pompous smirk, “Don’teven think about it babygirl..” He lowly snarled, gently nipping your sensitive skin with the very tip of his fangs; relishing the tiny pained gasp that escaped your parted lips. 
Taking a deep breath, he let out a panty dropping hiss as his yellow irises had flicks of red peppering them. “I can smell you from here..” He purred, using his long tongue to lick all the way up your neck to your cheek. “I bet you want me deep inside you right now don’t you?”

Your thighs involuntarily rubbed together as your cheeks flushed a bright shade of rose while you tried to fight the attraction you felt towards him. Shaking your head you, you yet again tried breaking free from his grasp, “No..” You whimpered, “I- I want you out of my house..”

“Really?” He scoffed, letting out a fiendish chuckle as he inched his free hand down your body; grazing over your supple breasts as he traced down the middle of your tummy before stopping just above your heat. “Because..” He began in a chilling whisper, bringing his lips close to your ear. “I can smell how fucking wet you are for me, sweet girl..” 

As his fingers moved nearly a centimeter at a time, he teased your wanting core- drawing out one of your cherubic little whimpers.  “Succumb to the lust you feel raging inside you, little one.” He growled before planting enticing kisses along your jaw as his fingertips began to gently brush against the front seam of your leggings; licking your lower lip as he felt your essence soak through.

“No matter how much you to try to fight it, you’ll soon allow me to fill you up completely.” 

MariChat May
Day 7: Happy Pawing
Words: 820

He really shouldn’t be here. He knows that.

But what’s the use of a school dance if he can’t even dance with her. If he can’t say ‘Dance with me, princess.’ and enjoy the night holding her in his arms. But he couldn’t, not as Adrien. They weren’t good enough friends to even make jokes about dancing together without the threat of awkwardness following.

Even when he flirted with her as Adrien she would tighten up, raising her shoulders and talk about getting air.

Which lead him here.

To the place he really shouldn’t be.

Transformed into Chat, in a secluded corner of the school, in a space used for storage, holding her close and inches away from kissing her absolutely senseless.

He’s curled around her, both arms around her shoulders with his head resting on hers.

“Why are you out here princess?”

The truth? She couldn’t stop thinking about him, she couldn’t stop thinking that he belonged next to her, dancing with her all dressed up in a suit and tie. Complementing her dress and keeping an arm around her waist to help her stay warm. She missed him, and she wanted him in there, she wants to know who he is and she wants him to know. She craves it so badly that the first reminder of Chat, a pickup line from Adrien, sent her stomach turning itself inside out painfully.

“I just needed some fresh air.” she says instead. “The smell of perfume in there is so strong it’s making my eyes water.

‘Liar’ his brain supplies

“I bet.” he answers. He can still smell the perfume, despite being away from the center of the school, and the music reaches up to them as if trying to coax them back down.

Chat takes a step back from her, as painful as it is and holds out his hand to her.

She refuses to take it, and looks away instead.

“Please don’t make me go back out there, I’ll be dizzy.”

‘Please don’t make me go out there and be without you for another two hours constantly dodging Alya’s questions about why I’m not trying to dance with Adrien. Please don’t leave me and let me stand alone on the sidelines as I watch people sway together keeping their hearts close together. Please don’t make me act like I’m okay. Please don’t leave me.’

Chat steps closer, and grabs a hold of Marinette’s hand, prying it gently from where it is over her mouth, lest she say something close to her true feelings.

He pulls her towards him, and holds his waist with his other hand. He starts swaying to the faint music gently. Mari smiles at him, her eyes scrunch in at the corners.

As she looks at him her eyebrows push in, then her mouth turns down and her eyes brim with tears.

Chat brings a hand up to her face, kisses her cheeks when the tears fall and holds her waist fractionally tighter.

‘I’m so sorry I can’t be there for you. I’m sorry you have to go through this alone. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you I promise.’

“Chat?” Marinette asks, voice just a whimper. It breaks his heart and he strokes her cheek. She leans into the touch. “Will you have this dance with me?”

He laughs, not because it’s funny, but because she needs him to laugh right now.

“That’s my line, princess.” he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to her forehead. She hums.

“Will you though?”

“I’d be honored.” he answers and she moves her hands to his shoulder, he moves his hands to her waist.

For a moment, they’re just suspended. Hearts pressed together, floating and swaying gently to the music and every second Chat’s joy grows.

She loves him she loves him she wants him near her.

He leans forward hunches over her a small purr starting up on his chest and his hands flexing and rolling on her hips. The material of her dress crinkles and he continues. Watching it wrinkle and straighten, gleam at this angle. He becomes so absorbed he barely notices when he falls out of rhythm and eventually gives up dancing altogether instead focusing on the shimmer of her dress and the feel of her hips under his hands.
She leans into him, eyes looking up and him looking down.

“Chat.” she says.

“Yes, princess?”

“What are you doing?”

“Pawing you.” he says like it’s the simplest thing in the world. He’s long learned to accept his cat like tendencies around her. She pulled them out of him and he could do nothing against it except go with the flow

“It feels like an excuse to feel me up.” she replies.

Chat leans down, captures her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulls away and she presses her forehead into his shoulder.

“Do I knead an excuse to feel you up?”

dust to dust .one.

 bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - total au - taking a lot of creative liberties with this one. 


“Something wicked this way comes.”
—William Shakespeare

Her mother is pushing things into her closet, hanging her and her sister’s clothes up next to her cousin’s. The pastels are bright to the blacks and grays lined up inside, like some reminder she’ll notice daily, telling her she doesn’t belong here.

“Now, I know this is a big change, but it’s only temporary, Betty.” Alice tells her, standing back as she turns around to grab more clothing that’s sitting next to her on the bottom bunk. The room is small, with only a tall dresser at the corner, an antique looking desk, and a three person bunk she’s now sharing with her sister and cousin. “Why don’t you go outside with your sister and Sabrina?”

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When You Smile At Me You Know Exactly What You Do

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Words: 4.295

Summary: “I don’t think I have the stamina for “all the time” but I’m glad you’re optimistic about our sex life.”

(Jeremy and Michael go to the county fair)

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general james madison headcanons

a/n: you all have @sweaterkitty-fluff for these, she sends me random laf headcanons that make me smile so this is a thing

  • he doesn’t have any food allergies but he has allergies to basically everything outside
  • like i am not kidding, he goes outside and he sees like a single flower and he starts sneezing
  • he’s also allergic to dogs and cats but he has like ten dogs anyway even though thomas says that’s the reason james is always sneezing
    • his eyes are always watering as well but he’s fine, i promise
  • also he really dislikes dog hair on his clothes.
  • but he wants the dogs to lie on his lap
    • he just wants to be happy and have a bunch of dogs
  • if you like dogs as well, he will just come home one day with another a dog and just look at you
    • james this is the third dog you’ve brung home this week how do you even-

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iheartbethers  asked:

Could you do a continuation of Cheeky Bird or a kind of saucy imagine with Fionn? (Boy gets me goin 👅🔥) sorry if this was confusing!

Cheeky Bird pt. II: waiting games
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You could feel it, his gaze on you, You could feel it slowly trailing down your body, over your skin, leaving a trail of heat and goose bumps in its wake. You could feel his eyes slowly undressing you, but there was something about them, something dominate, cocky. He’d been doing it ever since Harry had arrived with the Brussel sprouts, just staring but with that look that you’d never seen on him before.

“Hey love, ya wanna go ahead and start getting ready, between me and Harry we can finish in here”.
He was acting completely innocent in front of Harry, like he wasn’t no more than 5 seconds ago staring you down with a hunger in his eyes.

“Between you and Harry you’ll have eaten all the food and burned down the kitchen”.

Harry had a look of hurt on his face as Fionn laughed.

“Y/N darling I would never ruin all your hard work, you can trust me”. Harry playfully winked at you while Fionn laughed.

You headed to your room to take a shower, get dressed, and do your makeup. You had already picked out a dress for the dinner tonight, a lovely, classy little red piece. But when reaching into your closet for the dress another catches your eye, it’s a navy blue, short little thing that hugged you in all the right places. What made it even better was that it was Fionns favorite, it drove him insane and it usually ended up on the floor by the end of the night, or at least until Fionn couldnt contain himself any longer. After pondering for a bit you decide to wear the navy dress, you didn’t want the game to be over yet, you wanted to continue to tease him until there was a winner, seeing as how Fionn must think he won after telling you you were to be punished. You walked into the kitchen, Harry and Fionn both doing a wonderful job at cleaning up and getting everything ready.

“Y/N!! W-what are you wearing love? I-I mean that’s not the dress that you said you were wearing”.

Fionn was flustered and you could tell your plan was working.

“Mmmm I know but I thought I would wear your favorite for you big night”.
You dipped your finger in a bowl of left over icing that you had for the cake, sticking your finger in your mouth and sucking it off while making perfect eye contact with Fionn, removing your finger from your mouth with an evil little grin on your lips.

“Eh mate I can see why it’s your favorite”.
Fionn lightly elbowed Harry for his comment.

“Ok well I suppose I’ll go ahead and start getting ready. Harry, make yourself at home, Y/N, I need your opinion on something so meet me in the bedroom”.

You said a small excuse me to Harry and headed to the bedroom. As soon as you walked into the bedroom Fionn immediately closed the door behind you and pushed you against the wall. With one hand rested by your head and the other lightly wrapped around your throat, he gives you an intense kiss, his tongue lightly running over your bottom lip and entering your mouth. Fionn breaks the kiss leaving you both breathless.

“Did you think that was cute back there? Wearing this dress that you know drives me crazy and teasing me? Huh?”

“Fionn, I don’t know what your talking about”.

“Really? With the sticking your finger in your mouth and sucking the icing off, just like you did to me earlier with the dough”.
You can tell you got to Fionn by the look on his face and his heavy breathing.

“So listen here, your gonna be a good girl and help me with this problem you caused and Harry’s in the next room so we have to be quiet”.

“Problem? What problem?”
Fionn pointed down with the hand that was by your head seconds ago, looking down you could see a huge bulge in his pants. Laughing uncontrollably you look at the pained boy in front of you,

“Wow Fionn we have guests arriving, Harry’s in the house try to control yourself”.
“Look I really need your help please Y/N”.

Fionns lips start inching closer to your neck, he’s now leaving hot wet kisses down it while mumbling out a “please it hurts”.

Breathlessly getting lost in the attention that Fionn is giving your neck you ask, “ why don’t you just take care of it yourself?”

“No, I tried already I need you, has to be you, you’re the only one who can make it better” Fionn whined as he moved his lips down to your exposed collar bone.

“Fine, Fionn but you hav'ta tell me what you want, do you want my mouth, my hand, just for me to grind you, what do you want?”

“I don’t bloody care just something”.
You drop to your knees, unbuttoning the boys tight pants and pulling them down, looking up at Fionn with innocent eyes you tease his hard length through his boxers with your hot mouth".

“Eh no teasin love please, I don’t think I can take it”.

You do as Fionn asks and pull his length from his boxers, spitting on the head and spreading it down his shaft stroking it a few times before you put just the head in your mouth. You continued to stroke him at a slow teasing pace while you lightly sucked on his tip while flicking your tongue over the slit. Fionns head was thrown back, eyes closed, and brows furrowed.

“Please baby girl, don’t tease me, please just put all of me in your mouth, please”.

You slide your mouth all the way down his length, slowly bobbing your head up and down while holding him at his base. You slide your mouth all the way down him, burying your nose in his dark pubes and choking. You know it seemed weird but you loved his pubes, dark they are but with Little specks of gold in them, you always told him and he always got shy about it.
“Shit baby girl, that feels so good, you make me feel so good”. Fionn was breathless and on the edge of cumming, little whimpers, grunts, and moans leaving his lips, teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

“Ay, Fionn mate Cillian, Tom, Tom, Barry, and Nolan just arrived hurry up”.

The two of you could hear Harry through the door, Fionn let out a disappointed whimper.
“Fuck! Baby you’ve got to hurry, I can’t go out there this hard, this sensitive”.
You worked you mouth at a quick pace, sucking him, flicking your tongue over his tip. You took your free hand and started playing with his balls lightly squeezing and pulling.
“Your mouth, it’s so warm, so wet, you’re gonna make me cum baby girl, s-shit you’re gonna make me cum”.

You could feel his cock twitch as he spurt his hot ropes of cum in your mouth. You loved the way he tasted and you Always let him know, you loved how sweet he was but also tangy with the bit of salty that was always left on your tongue. You pop your mouth off of him showing him that you swallowed every bit of cum he left in your mouth. You stand up “You wanna taste yourself baby?” Fionns breathless and still sensitive, still whimpering. “Uh huh”. You place your lips on Fionns letting his tongue explore the flavor of him in your mouth. Breaking the kiss there is a string of spit connecting you two, “You’re so good you always make me feel so good baby girl”. You smile at Fionn “Go get ready pretty boy”. Fionn runs off to get dressed while you clean the smudged lipstick off of your face and reapplying it.

“Ready baby girl?”
“Yes Mr. Whitehead I believe I am”. You both head out to the party to meet your guests.
“Y/N darling don’t you look exquisite”.

“Yes she does…”

You give Cillian a hug and can feel Tom GC eyeing you.
“Thank you dear you look quite handsome yourself”.

“Ay mate quit eyeing my girl”.
Fionn lightly elbows Tom while they both laugh.

After everyone’s arrived you all head into the dining room for dinner.
“Now Fionn, Y/N I know this is your home but would the two of my mind if I did a toast?”
Fionn gave Mr. Nolan the go ahead, but you couldn’t pay attention because his hand was slowly moving up your thigh and under your dress. His hand immediately makes its way to your center, moving to your clit making circles on it with his skilled fingers. Your instantly hit with the amazing pleasure he’s giving you while also trying to keep composed and not moan out during Nolans toast. You grab Fionns hand making him stop,
“Fionn, what. Are. You. Doing?”
“You’ve been teasing me all day love, just thought I’d return the favor, and mmmm you’re not wearing any panties”.

“Fionn j-just stop not here not now, just stop and I’ll let you do anything you want once everyone’s gone”.
“Anything? Promise?”
Fionn pulls hand from your now wet center, makes like he slipped his hand in his food, and sticks his finger in his mouth, sucking your juices from them, savoring the taste, he lets out a small moan around his fingers removing them from his mouth.

After saying your last good byes to everyone and thanking them for coming Fionn shuts the door to your apartment.

“Bed. Now”.
You do as you’re told and immediately head to your room, Fionn right behind you.
Fionn grabs you by your head, kissing you passionately, teeth smashing together, and his tongue winning dominance over yours. Fionn unzips your dress letting it fall to the ground while you work on undoing his pants. Fionn pulls his shirt over his head leaving him in only his boxers and you in nothing. Placing his lips on yours again, Fionn crawls on top of your body, hovering over you on the bed, making his way down your body with his wet kisses leaving a trail, his tongue flicking over your nipples while suckling on each of them.
“Spread you legs love, I want a real taste of what I had earlier”.
You spread you legs for him as he kisses and nips at your inner thighs. You can feel his breath on your already wet center as he inhales your scent.
“Mmm baby girl you smell so good, bet you taste even better”.

Fionn inches closer to your wet folds, you can feel his nose nudge your clit and you slightly jump from the sensation. The teasing boy places his wet warm mouth on you clit lightly suckling and flicking his tongue over it. You grab Fionn by his hair and start to moan from the pleasure he’s giving you, you can already feel yourself about to cum.
“Fionn, you gonna make me cum”.
Your breathing is now starting to get heavy and you’re whimpering from the pleasure of his warm tongue on you. He looks up at you with his beautiful eyes and releases your clit from his lips.
“W-what why’d you stop? I was so close”.
“Well you teased me so much earlier so I thought I’d repay the favor”.
Fionn immediately attacks your folds again, this time you being more sensitive from the almost orgasm that he denied you. Sucking harder, faster this time.
“Mmmm baby girl you taste so good so sweet, I could eat you out all night long”.
Fionn mumbles as he inserts one finger into your entrance, pumping in and out of you at a quick pace.
“F-fuck Fionn please don’t stop I wanna cum ,you’re gonna make me cum so hard”.
Your head is now thrown back, eyes closed, and legs shaking around Fionns head. Your vision is filled with white spots as Fionn licks you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Your body is overcome with the intense pleasure as your orgasm courses through you. You’re now moaning out Fionns name with a string of curse word as you come down from your high. Fionn looks up at you with his beautiful eyes, you’re now a whimpering mess from how sensitive you are. You can see that Fionns chin is glistening in your juices as he crawls up to you, lips almost touching yours.
“Wanna taste yourself baby girl?”

You whimper out a yes and shake your head as Fionn captures your lips with his and you can taste yourself on his tongue, similar to his taste but sweeter.
“Love, please I need to be in you”.
You can see the pained look on Fionns face and you look down, the poor boy is hard as rock as you try to pull his boxers down, the hard length making it difficult. Once his cock is free from its restraint Fionn reaches over to the bedside table to get a condom from the drawer. You reach over and stop him,
“No baby, I want you bare tonight, please?”
Fionn looks at you for a good long second.
“Are you sure love?”
Fionn doesn’t waste anytime, he starts to disappear in between your legs, slowly pushing himself inside you, hissing at the new sensation of being bare mixed with how much warmer and wetter you feel this way. He gives you both a moment to adjust before he starts moving his hips at a slow pace.
“Shit Fionn you feel so good like this, it’s like I can feel every inch of you, every ridge”. Fionn starts pushing deeper, harder into you,

“F-fuck baby girl you’re so tight, god I can feel how wet you are, you feel warmer”.

He’s now grunting in your ear, you moaning uncontrollably as he moves at a faster harder pace.

Fionns now a mumbling mess, whimpering, moaning, grunting, the occasional growl leaving his throat as he thrusts into you.
“You feel so good, too good, nothing should feel this good, it’s like you’re a drug, like your heroin but better, there’s no way that feels better than this, nothing can.

You’re now on the edge of your orgasm and you can tell Fionn is too by the way he’s mumbling.
“Cum for me baby girl please, I’m so close but I need you to cum, I can feel you hugging me so tight”.

Your orgasm hits you as your vision is filled with white spots again, legs shaking around Fionn and moaning out curse words. You can feel Fionn Cumming as he growls your name in your ear, hot, thick, ropes of his cum shooting inside of you. Your now both whimpering messes as you come down from your highs. Fionn places a gentle kiss to your lips.
“God baby girl that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had , you make me feel so good”.
Fionn pulls himself from your entrance.
“Fuck baby that’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen”.
You both watch as your mixed cum spills out of you. Fionn bends down and swipes his tongue over your entrance as you jerk away.

Fionn runs his fingers through your cum, holding his hand up to your mouth.
“Wanna see how amazing we taste?”
You take his fingers into your mouth and suck the sweet but tangy juices from them. You close your eyes and let out a little moan.
“Mmm Fionn we taste so good”. Fionn smiled at you as he laid down, you resting your head on his bare chest.
“You’re beautiful and I love you, you know that?”
“You’re beautiful too Fionn,and I love you as well”.
Fionn places a kiss on the top of your head as you both fall asleep, exhausted from the best, most intimate sex you’ve ever had.

The Surrender

A Kakashi Week Post!

The town of Shirayama was a sleepy town off of the coast that didn’t have much time for tourists or politics, the ideal place for Kakashi to take a simple vacation. Naruto was placed temporarily in charge of the village with Shizune and Shikamaru there to guide him.  Konoha’s residents still remembered Naruto’s pranks as a child and they would finally gain their retribution by giving him an unrelenting pile of paperwork.

There were a couple of major projects finishing in two years, and that felt like the appropriate time to appoint Naruto as The Seventh.  Giving Naruto a taste of the responsibility that came with being Hokage would allow him to enjoy his free time while he could.  Kakashi had sent notice to Shirayama a couple of days prior to leaving so the locals would not be alarmed by his presence.  The village leader sent an immediate response back, stating that they were going to throw a celebration in his honor.  

Genma, Raido, and Kakashi had caught the scent of cooking food before they arrived, their mouths watering.  The delicious smell intensified as they reached the approached a woman standing at the village entrance.

“My name is Hiroka and I will be your guide while you are here.  It’s such a pleasure to have you visit our small village, Hokage-sama.” The older woman bowed as she greeted. Hiroka was close to tears as she looked up at Kakashi, leaving him discomfited with the hero worship.

“Maaa, you can drop the honorific.”

Hiroka gasped.  "Nonsense!“  She led them through the deserted town to a large tent by the beach.  There were a few people working the grills outside, the smell of cooking fish prevalent in the air. “You are a leader worthy of the highest praise.  I’ll inform Isao that you have arrived so he can introduce you.”  

Kakashi heard Genma snicker behind him.  "I bet she doesn’t know about your obsession with Icha Icha,“ he muttered as Hiroka vanished inside of the tent.

“There’s nothing wrong with Icha Icha.”  Kakashi’s hand slipped his hand into his thigh pouch to thumb the spine of Violence.

The noise of the crowd died down as soon as Isao, the village leader, began to speak.  

"We have never had the Hokage in our village since its founding, and we are throwing a celebration today since that has now changed.  We are privileged with the arrival of The Sixth Hokage, Hatake Kakashi.  He is one of the most decorated ninja in all the land and has been given many titles.  He is the son of the White Fang, Hatake Sakumo.  The youngest graduate of The Ninja Academy at the age of five, the youngest jonin appointed in village history.  He was known as Copy Nin Kakashi, Kakashi of the Sharigan, Master of a Thousand Jutsu.  He is an expert in all five elements—”

“Shit,” Raido muttered.  "Is he going to list everything you can do?“

"Let’s hope not,” Kakashi responded as he stared hard at the tent flap where Isao prattled on.

Ten minutes later, it was apparent that the village leader was doing just that.

“—Master of Ice Release: One Horned White Whale, Master of—”

“When did you learn to make a narwhal?”  Raido asked.

Kakashi’s stomach gave a loud grumble.  "During a mission in Snow Country ten years ago.  I’m wondering how he found out that I could do that jutsu.  I’ve only used it during that mission.  It’s a huge waste of chakra.“

“—Illusionary Mist Jutsu, Kamui, Kamui Shuriken—”

How did Isao know what happened in Kaguya’s dimension?

"Can’t you make it stop?  By the time he finishes it will be time to go back to Konoha.”  Genma was glaring at the tent flap, and Kakashi worried he might spit out the senbon to attack their unseen tormentor.

Kakashi took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.  "You have to keep this to yourselves.“  

"Whatever you want,” Genma replied.  "I think my stomach is beginning to eat itself.“

Kakashi raised the tent flap to enter and the crowd gasped.   A few children stood to their feet, beaming with joy and wonder.  Isao fell silent as Kakashi walked up.

Kakashi took a good look at his tormenter.  The village leader had a dark brown hair, a slightly crooked nose, and a genial face. Isao was untrained as a ninja and would lose a fight against a genin.

This was the man who had broken him.

It was only when Raido gave a loud cough that Kakashi realized he was leaking a bit of killing intent.  No wonder Isao looked so pale.  

“I can’t believe I am saying this,” Kakashi muttered as he swallowed the bitter taste of bile in his mouth.  He turned to the crowd to give his most congenial smile.  Babies stopped crying.  A woman in the front fainted.  “Please call me Hokage-sama.  And I think it’s time we started our celebration.”

Kakashi clenched his fist as Genma and Raido started guffawing behind him.  His annoyance faded when Hiroka led him over to a table and presented him with a plate of grilled saury.  She handed him a pair of chopstick and filled his glass with water before he even asked. Just this once, being called Hokage-sama was okay.

Kakashi was still going to designate this as an ANBU caliber mission for Raido and Genma though. There was no way he was going to let this get out.