little pur

So I was thinking about how Lance would react with the whole Lion musical chair switch thing…and then I thought about how the Black Lion would view Lances reaction. And. You know. Black Paladin Lance endgame.


Black, as the new Paladins called her, saw Blue’s cub often, even before her own kitten had disappeared. Blue’s baby was so sweet always visiting his Lion.

Shiro never visited her.

So, of course, Black paid attention to the new visitor in the Lions Den.

The Paladin would sit criss cross apple sauce, as he called it, in front of Blacks sister as he’d regale Blue with his day. There were clear dramatic embellishments but Black found the little cub endearing, with how he flailed his tiny limbs and painted Blues claws. He seemed to have some self confidence issues as well, and the Red kit seemed to get angry at him whenever he saw hik in the Den.

The cub didn’t stop dropping by after the Paladins and their Princess decided to shuffle things around either, the kitten would visit with Red, doing his best to bond with the temperamental lion, but he never forgot Blue.

He also never yelled at Red.

Black wasn’t very fond of Red’s Paladin. Red was bitter because her kit no longer spent time with her, but she seemed to be growing attached to Blue’s kitten.

Black was envious of Red and Blue both, Yellow and Green were content as neither had to play musical paladins.

It was silly that the five humans and two Alteans thought they had any choice in the matter of who piloted them. Blue especially had taken her time selecting her Paladin, a whole 10, 000 years.

Black just wished the Red kit and the Princess would stop prancing around as if she would actually let the kit pilot her.

She’d much prefer Blue’s cub. This caused some strife between her and her sisters, Red wishing to make her lot jealous, Blue just wanting her cub back for herself.

In all honesty Black just didn’t want the Red Paladin to pilot her because Shiro thought he was the one to pick his replacement. Black would have to go through a few more training techniques before she wold be satisfied when the humans and Aliens found Shiro.

But it would take them far to much time to find Shiro if they kept trying to get Reds Paladin pilot her. If they wanted Shiro they should give her Lance. She wanted to get her claws done like Red and Blue!

Black was completley allowed to be kitish every once in a millenia.

Black growled as the Red kit banged his fists against he barrier, what did he hop to get from this? Black walled over to where Blue and Red were sitting she was done with the Red cub.

The Red Paladin followed after her, clearly indignant. Black ignored him and Greens giggles. Blue nuzzled her gently, trying to provide some comfort. Red merely Mooney after her Paladin.

The red cub yelled a little longer before stalking off, almost crashing into the sweet Blue kitten. Black, Blue and Red sat up a little straighter, purring excitedly as the kit made his way to them. Green and Yellow wandered over curiously.

Black turned to Blue, doing her best to plead with her eyes. Yellow nudged the cub with her muzzle, poKing him with her claws.

The Blue kit looked at the Lions in awe. Black smiled appreciatively with the rest of her pride. Yes, this was a good cub. Nice amount of fear and adoration.

Blue sighed dramatically and plucked up her cub in her mouth, placing the terrified and flailing kitten onto Black’s nose. Black beamed.

The kitten fainted.

Jokes from elementary school were pretty fucked up and could easily double as creepypasta

I remember in my elementary school there was a joke that circulated about a guy who wore headphones going in for a haircut. The barber said he needed him to take his headphones off, but he refused. The barber cut around the headphones but later asked again, but the man once again refused to take them off. The barber then got aggressive and took them off, and the man fell dead on the floor. The barber, curious, put on the headphones and it was the voice of a woman saying “Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.”

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven


“Hey, love.” Jungkook said as he stood.

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Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader- Sugar Bribery

Yay!! I actually posted something!!!! Now that testing is over, I can finally stop stressing over tests and work on requests!!!  I may still only write one or two per week, but I really don’t know what I’ll do. Also, I’M SO CLOSE TO FINISHING ALL OF MY REQUESTS!!!!  I think I still have at least six, but I’ll check when I post the next request that was sent to me.

Warning: Sexual Themes (Literally only kissing)

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KAI PARKER X READER

DESIRE

gets a lil’ steamy at the end ;)

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She sat in the middle of the Salvatore living room, a warm log fire crackling behind her and sending up flickering orange embers. She was in the middle of the lounge, legs folded over the plush carpet, head bent down in concentration, a thin layer of sweat gathering across her brow. She wore old and ripped black skinnes with a plain white tee, her hair tied up in a messy knot atop her head, strands sticking out here and there. A series of curse words tumbled off her pouted lips, her eyes fluttering open as she growled and grabbed the unlit candle in front of her before promptly sending it flying across the room and smashing into the wall. She breathed in the warm and woody scent of the open room, coming to her feet and narrowing her eyes as they landed on a concerned looking vampire.

“What do you want?” she snapped at Damon before blowing a piece of hair from her eyes.

His dark hair was messy, smoldering eyes avoiding hers, glass of bourbon in hand, as usual.

He pursed his lips, fingers fidgeting, obviously nervous as he responded, “I know you’ve been having some trouble getting your magic to work…”

“And?” she stood her ground, toes sinking into the fluffy carpet.

“I know I can’t really do anything to help you,” he started.

Her brilliantly bright eyes narrowed, and she bit at the inside of her cheek with worry, “you didn’t.”

“He can help you.”

Her heart dropped in her chest, anger flaring as she took three strides forward with her eyes locked on his shameful expression. Suddenly, the glass in Damon’s hand exploded, sending shards everywhere, and liquid pouring across his front. It sliced red into his skin, which healed itself at once, but didn’t wipe that shocked look off his face.

“You still want to tell me you have everything under control?” he growled under his breath.

She turned her back to him, eyes closing as she took in a deep breath, instant guilt settling in, hands running agitatedly through her hair.

“Look, Damon, I’m sor-” she turned back, eyes coming open and landing on someone who was most certainly not a Salvatore.

“Hey, princess.”

Kai was bent against the wooden door frame, arms folded across his chest, blue eyes drinking her up with a flick of his tongue against his rounded lips. He wore a dark tee with a bluish grey flannel, and it matched those eyes, she thought. His hair was perfectly smoothed up, eyebrows raised as a familiar smug expression settled across his infuriatingly perfect features.

“Kai,” she growled.

“Don’t sound so happy to see me,” he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m not,” she insisted.

His eyes narrowed, and he smiled to himself, “mhm, sure.”

“I have this under control,” she said, eyes pulling away from his.

“Say it one more time, and you might actually believe yourself,” he chuckled with a couple steps forward.

She clenched her jaw, and it pulsated lightly as she did her best to keep grounded.

“Aw, did I make you mad?” he said, picking up on this as well as the flare of her cute little nostrils.

“Leave,” she breathed, refusing to look at him.

“No,” he responded, coming closer to her, only a few steps away now.

“LEAVE,” she demanded, the fire in the grate flaring up to twice it’s size as she said it, her anger flooding into her magic without ease.

Suddenly his hands were on hers, fingers locking gently around her wrists, the familiar buzz of magic from his skin sending electrical currents into hers. As he held her, he worked her through the rush, and the fire slowly sunk down, resuming it’s natural glow and flicker after only a second. She took in a raspy breath, eyes opening again to meet Kai’s, her body going into overdrive from the close contact.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, gulping down the lump in her throat.

His lips twitched lightly before splitting into his familiar and goofy grin, “your emotions,” he smiled, dimples lighting his cheeks.

“What about them?” she asked, aware that his hands were still resting against her flesh.

“They’re all over the place,” he said. “That’s why your magic has been all over the place. Your emotions make you have this lack of focus that either results in you doing too little or doing too much.”

“Oh,” she said with disbelief.

He shook his head and dropped her wrists with a chuckle, “you can’t stand when I’m right.”

Kai waved his hands, and the broken candle reformed and zoomed back into place on the carpet, still flameless. The girl sunk onto her knees to sit on the carpet, and Kai towered over her and walked circles around her like predator after prey.

“Light it,” he commanded.

She shot a glare up at the heretic, who only winked in response. Sighing with exasperation, she focused back on the candle, mind buzzing as she urged a flame to appear, feeling more hopeless by the second when it remained stagnant. She bit her tongue, trying again and taking a sharp breath in when absolutely nothing happened.

“That’s what I thought,” Kai said, stooping down to her level.

“Going to mock me?” she hissed.

“No,” he blinked in surprise, sounding genuinely honest.

She didn’t say anything, she only pursed her lips and gave a small nod.

“Relax,” he encouraged softly, “don’t work yourself so hard.”

Kai trailed a finger in the air, and as he did so her hair came undone and went spilling in loose waves across her shoulders. Then he traced a little swirling motion with his slender fingers, which caused her shoulders to settle and body to ease into relaxation. The pressure on her chest seemed to lift, the heat inside of her dissipating. He nodded, approving of his work and smiling at her adorable and confused expression.

“Good,” he said, moving around to come behind her.

Kai got on his knees behind her, the tiniest of gaps between their bodies as he sunk into her back, hands wrapping around her body from behind and sliding up her arms, cool silver rings grazing her skin as his fingertips drew gently to her palms.

“Close your eyes,” he breathed soothingly, “and try again.”

So she did. Her eyes closed, fingers separating as she took in a deep breath. But as she did so, Kai’s overpowering scent entered her lungs, and her mind instantly went into a haze as she drowned in the smell of pine trees and dark spices. His soft flannel wrapped around her as he did, and she couldn’t help but find herself wanting to bury her face into the cozy fabric that pressed into her. Worst of all was that feeling of his chest pressing hard into her back, his heart thumping softly as his breath came trickling across her skin.

“Y/N?” he asked, giving her wrists a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

She tried with all her might to ignore Kai and get the flame to spark, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I’m having trouble…focusing,” she mumbled under her breath, eyes closing as she gave another attempt.

She could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “why’s that?”

She tried to formulate a clever response, but was met with nothing, so chose to ignore him. She shook her head, eyes narrowing as she embraced Kai’s closeness rather than getting distracted by it, and just like that-

“Impressive,” he smiled.

A flame burst to life, flickering gold and red and dancing side to side.

She let out a happy little giggle, “it worked!”

“See? Your emotions,” Kai persisted.

“Or I just figured it out,” she said to the candle, fully aware that Kai was still wrapped around her.

“Magic is driven by emotion, little witch,” he purred softly into her ear, “and if you don’t believe it when I say it, maybe you will when you feel it.”

Kai’s voice had dropped low, and her eyes latched to his momentarily, her head turning to the side as his eyes darkened. The heretic pushed his hands further down, so that his fingers now came lacing through her own, his magnificent blue eyes darting between her own eyes and lips. He bent in closer, force fully pressed into her backside as he breathed across her skin.

“It can be driven by joy, anger, sadness, and even…” he trailed off.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, heart hammering as he dipped his lips inwards.

“Desire,” he finished.

He let her make the decision, which she didn’t think for two seconds about before delving into his lips. Her mouth came crashing against his, a new wildfire starting, but this one inside of her body. Kai squeezed her hands as he rocked his hips lightly into her backside, earning a soft noise of approval from her. He liked the sound a lot, he wanted to hear it again, he thought. Their lips worked in sync, fast and hungry, but this position not being enough for her, she flipped the heretic onto his back and climbed over his chest, straddling him as she shook her hair back and brought her hands sliding across his chest. His hands went flying up, cold rings to her flesh as he went about seizing her head and forcing her back down to his lips, her own hands finding their way into his brown locks. Each brush of their flesh sent a wave of ecstasy like magic into each other’s bloodstream, the need to taste and feel it all rising in their chests. She rolled her hips softly against him, causing Kai’s mouth to fall open, at which point her tongue found it’s way into his mouth. Kai growled with hunger, mouths refusing to part as they both kissed until they had no breath left, each waiting to see if they could hold out longer than the other. His hands went sliding around her thighs and squeezing them roughly, about to hook into them when the two were suddenly aware of a burning sensation. A huge ring of fire had erupted from the candle alone, the magic bursting out from her because of her hunger and lust being all over the place, and it now swarmed their bodies, engulfing the carpet and crawling closer. The girl cursed, having no idea what to do as she stared at the fire with panic, but then she felt Kai’s slender fingers trail across her cheek, and she looked back down at him. He signalled to take a deep breath with him, so she did, closing her eyes and focusing on him, opening them soon after to a fire-less room. Kai blinked up at her with admiration, a proud smirk forming on his lips, blue eyes crinkling with knowing.

anonymous asked:

dunno if you take requests anymore but can you pplease write something where harry texts you all the naughty things he'd do to you from his point of view? like if he was on tour or travelling to do promo of SOTT or Dunkirk, wtv x

Harry. Missus.

Disclaimer: I’m not gonna write the cliche where Harry tells the missus what to do and how, I’m going to write what Harry would make happen if he were with the missus, but there won’t any clue at all. If you don’t like this kind of stuff please simply don’t read it and don’t send hate. I’m sorry if there are many typos, I’m on my phone and can’t fix them at the moment. Thanks for reading if you do.


Hey babe! I’m just done with interviews and promo. 

I’ve had my dinner but… Somehow, I’m still hungry ;)

You want dessert? :P

Mmm I won’t say no to something warm and sweet babe

What I have melts on the plate..

It’s not even going to make it to the plate. Straight into my mouth babygirl… I’m famished ;)

So come hop your cute petite ass onto my desk. I want to take my time and enjoy that amazing body for as long as I can 

I’ll run my hands up over your feet and along your calves, squeezing and massaging them until I grip your thighs, right behind your knees and smile up at you, turning me head up for a kiss.

You bend down and open your mouth, your warm sweet breath filling my head and I’ll dig my fingers into your soft thigh and lean up, biting your lips and growling into you as I suck on your tongue lightly.

Lay back and enjoy this babygirl. I’ve got you.

I’ll groan and suck on your tongue harder. digging my fingers into your flesh and massaging my way up and down your thighs as your hair falls around us and I feel your arms snake around my neck

I sit forward and pull you closer, pressing my body between your legs, grinding against you slowly while my hands keep fondling your soft legs, my thumbs digging in and probably leaving slight marks and bruises on your delicate skin

Your hands and fingers slide into my short black hair, gripping my as I push my tongue against yours, tasting you and hungering for more! I growl again, breathing heavily as I rush my lips against yours and feel your tongue gliding over mine,warm and wet and slippery in my mouth

You feel me begin to grow in my jeans. You’re just wearing one of my tshirts and a pair of lace panties. My bulge growing and throbbing, hard against you through the soft material. I grip you by your legs and pull you closer, rubbing myself against you and feeling your warmth through our clothes, your hands pulling and scratching at my head and neck as we kiss passionately.

I move my hands behind you, grabbing you by your gorgeous ass and squeezing one cheek in each hand. I pull you against me and lean forward, pushing my boy into yours.

You move and wiggle against me, rubbing your tits against my chest and your legs wrap around my lower ribs, your ass barely touching the desk as I grope and feel you and out tongues explore each-others’ mouths

I groan loudly and feel you begin to grind against my bulge. You let out little purring sounds into my mouth as I feel you grinding your lit and pussy against my bulge. Your ass moving in my hands as you buck your hips, dry humping me while I squeeze your sexy butt cheeks hard and firm

I chuckle and pull away slightly, smiling up at you ‘Oh no you don’t, little one… I’m only getting started with you’ I say as I put one hand on your throat and push you back, choking you ever o slightly ‘You still oh me a dessert, don’t forget…’ pushing you further and further back until you have to unwrap your legs from around me

I take hold of both your legs and put them over my shoulders as you lean back on the desk, bracing yourself with your hands behind you. My hands move back up your thighs and push my tshirt up your soft pale body, exposing your flesh as I turn my head and kiss your inner thighs, first one then the other, letting you feel my stubble brushing and scratching your skin 

I lick and kiss and bite my way up your thighs as you whimper and pout above me

Harry, please.

‘Mmmm no not yet babygirl… You are on my time now. Be patient’ I smile, winking up at you and I push the shirt up over your tits and expose them both, letting my thumbs brush against your hard nipples as I bite and lick my way up your thighs

I feel your breathing slow and your body relax. I smell your warm soft skin, your scent filling my head.

I’ll brush one cheek against your pussy through your lace panties, feeling your body tense as my stubble scratches your most delicate little girl parts

I groan softly, but deep, letting you feel the vibration through my teeth and jaw on your thigh.I reach up with one hand, taking you by your throat and pushing you right back up against the wall, so you nearly fall backwards against it and the other hand grabs hold of your soft warm boob, and I squeeze it hard ‘Grrrmmmfff yes… This is what I’ve been thinking about all day my little pet' 

I turn my face, eyes close and breathing heavily, and I smell your panties, drawing in your scent and feeling your wetness on my nose and lips, groaning again letting the cool air blow over your wet panties, sending shivers up your body and making your legs tense so I can feel your heels digging into my back

I look up one last time, into your eyes, and growl possessively but calmly ‘This is mine, little one…’ and with that, I turn my head and push my face into your pussy, licking and groaning loudly into you, feeling your body shake and your legs tremble as I bite and lick and chew on your delicious, dripping cunt through your lace panties! 

Your  passion flowing over my face already. Your juices soaking through the lace and dripping down my chin as I growl and grunt and breath into you like an animal on its prey. Devouring your delicious sweet flower as gnawing at you like you’re the last meal I’ll ever have!

My hand gripping your throat, going tighter and firmer as I fall deeper into the abyss of my lust. Squeezing your tit and rolling your nipples between my fingers, you know I’m going to leave marks on your neck but you don’t care. You beg and plead as I bite and lick your pussy through your panties and I push my gface into you more, harder, firmer! My nose rubbing against the hood of your clit and my tongue slipping your panties aside and finally sliding between your smooth wet pussy lips, tasting your nectar and feel your body shake in ecstasy! 

I hear you whisper 'please’ desperately ad I come back from the fog, looking up at you, still rubbing my nose and lips and chin against your pussy 'Please what, kitten? What does my little pet need?’ I ask, my breath on your thigh nd my face still brushing roughly against your tender partially-exposed flesh

I smile and see the pleasure on your face and the lust in your eyes 'Well?’ I ask again, still rubbing my cheek and chin and nose against your pussy 'Please what, littler girl?’ I ask again, smirking at you and then taking your panties between my teeth and sitting back slightly, pulling them aside and down out of my way, breathing heavily so I can draw your scent deep into my lungs!

I smile and watch your eyes open and loo down at me, glazed over and lost in the clouds. I push my chair back and stand up slowly, bring my hand down from your throat. I take your panties in my fist roughly, my knuckles pushing and grinding against your pussy and clit, and I start pulling it own off you slowly, enjoying the feeling of your hand on my chest and neck and your legs shaking as you straighten and hold them together for me to pull your panties off.

I pull them off your soft, delicate feet and bring them up to my face and smell them 'Mmmm oh babygirl… This is what I’ve wanted all day’ I say as I look into your eyes and take them between my teeth and with my free hand I start undoing my jeans and pushing them down, along with my boxer. My rock hard cock springing into view at full attention!

I take your panties from my mouth and bring them over to your face 'Open wide princess’

You obey and I put them in your mouth, letting you taste your pussy juices, showing you how wet I made you and I take my cock in my hand and stroke it a few times against your soaking cunt, letting the foreskin draw fully forward and brushing it against your lips and clit 'Is thi what you want my little slut? Is this what my little whore is begging for?’ I ask tauntingly, stroking the length against you slowly and then taking it in my hand and slapping your bare pussy with it a few times, letting you feel the weight and hardness against your flesh

I smile and watch you change… My sweet, innocent little princess evaporates and is replaced by her twin… The sultry, slutty, hungry whore who can never get enough 'good girl…’

I growl and hold my cock at your entrance feeling you open your legs and put your heels against my ass, trying to pull me in but I hold back easily, controlling every move as I smile and look into your eyes 'Oh you eager, greedy little bitch’ I say, smiling and hearing you moan and pout and purr.

I rub my cock in small circles around your pussy and clit, stroking it a few more times, letting my foreskin move all the way up the head until it catches your lit and covers it, trapping it between my foreskin and the head of my cock. I lean in and bite your earlobe and growl softly 'This belongs to me, my little kitten…’ slapping my heavy hard cock against your pussy

Grunting as I hear you mewl desperately, hungrily, and then I suck your earlobe hard and whisper again 'And this, my little baby… .This belongs to you…’

And with that I hold my cock head at your entrance and without warning, I groan loudly straight into your ear, deafening you a I buck my hips and slide my swollen, thick mushroom cockhead between your smooth soaking pussy lips

In one long, slow, smooth thrust, I push myself into your warm, soft, trembling body. Filling you as I push inch after inch deep into you. Slowly, letting you feel every ridge and bump and vein, making every throbbing thick inch of me fill you up as you gasp and cry out and grab hold of me, your legs shaking and locking around my waist drawing me further

I groan and lay forward on you, my body weighing you down and pinning you to the desk and the wall, as I slide the last inch into you and you feel my heavy shaved balls against your ass and I stay there for  a moment, feeling your warm pussy engulf my cock and your body melting in my arms

I grunt and plant my legs apart from each other, putting one hand on the wall and the other on the desk

You hold onto me, clinging to me as I lift myself again and look down at you 'Enough of being soft and sweet. You’re not my princess anymore… You’re my whore!’

I growl and start bucking my hips, fucking you in slow deep thrusts at first, filling you with every hard thick inch and pulling out until just the head is left in you, then sliding back in

Deep and hard, making your body shake, banging the desk against the wall with my thighs, my heavy dangling balls slapping your ass with every thrust

I look into your big beautiful eyes, my breath i your face and my cock filling you again and again your moans filling the room and your smell driving me insane with lust 'Yes this is what you need. You fucking hungry, wanton little bitch! This is what you crave: To be mounted and dominated and rutted in by a beast

I groan and fuck you harder, driving my cock into your depths more violently with every thrust

My sweat from my forehead dripping onto you, my hands gripping the desk and my thighs hammering it against the wall! My body slapping against you as one after another the brutal, deep, violent thrusts wrack your body!

Your legs trembling, my body slapping against you, your pussy juices splashing along my haft and against my balls a they whack against your ass and pussy with every drive into you!

I take my hand form the wall and grab your throat, choking you violently, pushing you against the wall and glowering and grunting into your face with every animalistic thrust into your depths 'I’ll fuck you like I want to break you, you fucking greedy little whore!' 

Your hands clawing at me, grabbing and scratching, your breath wheezing through your nose and mouth as your beautiful eyes well up with tears and I grunt louder and louder! MY body slamming into you, driving my cock deep into your pussy and filling you with my raging hard flesh again and again and again!

Choking you against the wall, your toes curling over as your legs tremble and your juices squirt all over my legs and balls and desk, and I don’t give a fuck! I see your tears and hear you whimper and I growl, driven further into the red haze of my animal lust 'Cry and scream all you ant you slut! Nothing can save you now… You are mine and I’ll use you until you are broken into a thousand pieces!’

My fingers on your neck and throat, digging into you hard! I buck my hips and thrust with my legs, pounding my cock into you like I fucking hate you!! Leaning in I bite your neck an mark you, leaving my signs on you for the world to see, so everyone knows this bitch is owned and that you’ve bee used like the depraved whore you are!

I groan and bite you, sucking on your skin and I feel the tingle in my belly, that sweet familiar sensation that tells me I’m approaching the edge!

Your hands and nails digging into my back, marking me as I slam into you faster and faster. The desk shaking and  banging against the wall in a fast frantic rhythm now! My body pouring with sweat, my groans and grunts deepening and quickening, filing your ears so you can’t hear anything else in the world except my ravenous hunger for you!

I close my eyes and throw my head back! I grip your throat and pull you back suddenly, pulling your ass off the desk and I slam you down on it on your back, pushing your head up against the wall! Twisting and contorting your body as I want it

I pin you down and hold you i place, thrusting hard into you! Slamming you with all my strength, destroying your beautiful soft body as I pound my throbbing thick cock into your cunt without mercy!

'Grrraaagghh fuck bitch yes I’m close!!’ I scream loudly, choking you and grabbing hold of your thigh with my other hand! Digging my fingers into you again, marking you as I hammer your pussy hard and deep, making you ache inside and out!!

I close my eyes and my legs begin to shake. You pull me deeper, your on senses incoherent and scattered, your only sensations being the pain of my hardness ravaging your tight sopping cunt and my hands roughly holding you and overpowering you! Using you like a fuck doll I’m about to dump  a huge fucking load into!

I cry out and my body shakes suddenly! I plough forward, ramming my raging hard cock eep int you and holding it there, letting it throb and pulse deep in your gorgeous body!

I cry out and pin you down, holding you exactly where I want you!

Then I fall of the cliff. I release all the anger and frustration and lust and passion.. I cream loudly and choke you and grip you with all my power, marking and hurting you intensely, as my cock erupts deep in your cunt and I pump rope after rope of my thick, warm, creamy seed deep into your cunt and flood your omb with my spunk! 

My hands not releasing you, and shake an shiver and groan with each incredible jet of cum that pumps into you! One after another they flood your body, filling you as I groan and gasp in ecstasy, feeling myself melt into your warmth as your legs wrap around me possessively, not letting me go, holing me inside you, and I feel you clenching and releasing your cunt, milking my tender cock, drawing the last drops of me deep into you

I lay forward on top of you, my chest heaving, my heart racing, blood thundering in my ears and still I feel you. Your hands all over my back, your gorgeous legs still wrapped around my, not even considering letting go, and your brutalised, broken pussy still squeezing and milking my cock, wanting every single last drop of my seed deep inside your womb, and I gasp breathlessly 'even now kitten… gggrraaaggh… still as greedy as ever, my pet’

I’ll stay there, not pulling out. Growing soft inside you, feeling your bod melt under me. My seed filling you, warming you inside and I know that between my marks on your body, and my cum in your belly, my little slut has been well and truly owned. My kitten. My whore. My babygirl…

Fuck babe… I loved that.

So did I, too much

Mmm oh yes babygirl, mine to own and enjoy and spoil and use and show off and dominate

Hehe too much? I don’t think that’s a thing xx

   Touchè, it’s never too much because it’s never enough

It’s never meant to be enough. Lust is insatiable… And thank fuck for that!

Did you cum for me during that, babygirl?

Three times, I enjoyed that a lot I told ya

Oh fuck… I love that! 

I’m very glad you did. I cam so hard at the end. Harder than I had in a while

You’d have been filled up so much babygirl. Filled to the brim with my thick, warm cum

I don’;t think there is any better sign of ownership by a man, and submission by a woman, than him cumming deep n her pussy and filling her with his seed. I fucking love that so much.

I love how filthy and hungry you can be, while looking so sweet and innocent, babe

My kind of girl!

That’s why you chose me, :P

They’re still in the tavern.

Everyone has gone away and only few candles are alight, casting long shadows on the walls.
After the boisterous laughs and drunken mess of a moment before, now there’s a sober stillness that gives Lefou a certain… almost disquieting feeling.
He stole a glance towards Gaston.

He sat there, a forgotten pint half drunk in front of him on the table. His face was partially hidden by a shadow, and the warm light only enhanced the strong line of his jaw. He seemed deep in thought; apparently still brooding over something.

Lefou got up, wobbling slightly, and took his overcoat. Time to call it a night, he supposed.

“You all right?” he asked, breaking the silence.

He thought he had managed to cheer the man up with his– frankly brilliant - improvised song.
Gaston didn’t reply. Instead he stood up with a loud screech of the chair. Lefou stood still, blinking at his friend.
He came near him humming quietly.

“…say it again, who’s a man among men”

The deep rumble of that voice sends a shiver down Lefou’s spine.

“…who’s the super success”
Lefou went along with him, a much slower (and maybe tipsier) version of the tune.

He felt the sudden warm weight of Gaston’s hands on his shoulders and stilled immediately. Gaston circled him and went on, still humming, until he brusquely pulled Lefou against him from behind.

For the second time that evening Lefou found himself against that strong and compact chest, and his mind went blank. He felt a warm breath on his ear, and shuddered closing his eyes.
He didn’t know what’s gotten all of a sudden into Gaston, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. It all felt rather like one of his dreams. Maybe it was.

“…Don’t you know”

Hearing that deep baritone from so close and being able to feel the vibrations of it on his back did things to him. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Gaston’s hands travelled from his shoulders down to his sides, and gripped hard.

Pressed like he was against his body, being kept firmly in place by those muscled arms and powerul hands, Lefou felt warm all over, he wanted this dream to never end… not a dream though, supplied one tiny part of his rational mind.

Maybe he should stop this. Maybe Gaston was joking. But it didn’t seem like that. He never did such things, not with Lefou at least.
What if…

“Can’t you guess” Gaston growled lowly in his ear, then nuzzled in his curled hair.

“G-Gastoooon…” his own voice was a high-pitched and strangled exhalation.

“Mmmh, that’s right.”

He could feel Gaston’s smirk on his neck. His legs felt like jelly and Gaston’s arms locked firmly on his waist.
The candles’ light danced before his eyes, the room started to wobble.
Oh.
Oh no. It wasn’t the room. Lefou gasped and a low moan escaped him. Gaston was oh so very slowly swaying with him, left and right, humming still, back and forth, an hypnotizing rhythm.
But he needed to know.

“Isn’t- isn’t this a bit too much?” he asked, already fearing the response, the inevitable laugh and rejection.

Gaston breathed him in, rubbing his nose on Lefou’s neck. He nipped it lightly, his teeth sharp on his tender flesh. The man had really an obsession for bites, he thought amused. Seconds of cosy warmth and soothing rocking passed by.

“On the contrary, my little Lefou.” Gaston nearly purred, his voice was so low. Lefou gasped and felt a familiar electric pull on his lower belly.
Oh sweet heavens. Did he dare hope?

“It isn’t nearly enough.”


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( Part 2 )

Twin Andrews Part 2 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by rebel-heda

Originally posted by fiftyshadesofroden

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part three: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

a/n: part two of twin andrews is here!! if you love it and want more make sure to send me a request for a part three!! love u nugs🌹

“wow V” i chuckle as we walk out of the gym “i can’t believe you got Betty onto the squad” we all laugh and Betty smiles admiringly to her friend.

“it’s about time we had a cooper on the squad” i chuckle looping my arm in the blondes “thank you both- this has been a dream since like forever-” she swoons grabbing her heart.

“you wish is our demand” Veronica tells her friend as we bow jokingly in front of her we all laugh holding a new uniforms in our hands “should we try them out for size?” i nod eager to get into something that was familiar.

we pile into the girls change room and put on our uniforms “im a vixen!!” Betty squeals jumping up at down and swishing her mini skirt.

“B can you zip me up?” i pull my red hair aside as she zips me up

“wow (y/n/n) looking hot!” Veronica exclaims fanning herself cause me to stick my tongue out at her “why thank you miss V”

we walk out of the changing rooms head held high, it started to finally feel like i was finally getting back into my old life, the one i left a year ago for with my mum. I find myself smiling at my friends glad that i came back, i needed them and I didn’t know that till this very moment.

“have you spoken to Archie?” i was snapped out of my thoughts

“spoken to him about what?” i ask stopping at my locker to grab a few books “Betty didn’t tell you?” i shrug feeling someone’s eyes on me “tell me what?” i press.

“she doesn’t need to know-” Betty stumbled with her words, i furrow my eyebrow hitting myself in the head with my chemistry book “if this is about B having a crush on him then yes i know” i roll my eyes.

walking backwards i giggle at Betty’s blushed cheeks, ronnie joins in on the giggle nudging the blonde with her elbow “approve?” she questions and i nod winking st the girls

“look i gotta go- Pop’s after school to celebrate? we have our very first Cooper and Lodge girl that means milkshakes and burgers on me” i ask glancing at the clock it was the last lesson and I was craving one of pops famous burgers

“sounds like a good idea!” Betty smiles at me “good see ya’s later”

i turn on my heels and collide with another body sending me to a heap on the floor, i land on the victims chest and we bop heads “fuck!” i cuss rubbing my head.

i didn’t get a chance to see his face before i tried to stand instantly going dizzy, hands dart to my waist keeping me steady.

“woah easy there Andrews” i instantly recognised the voice “Jughead?” i exclaim glances at his face taking in all his features and that old beanie of his “oh my god” i throw my arms around him as he circle my waist.

“i wow you look-” i step back glancing at him “you look good juggie” i hug him once more and he freezes before hugging me back. “still not a hugger?” i ask and he shakes his head.

“no but you’ve always seemed to be the exception” i laugh “id love to stay and talk but i have chem-” he smiles “me too, walk together?” i nod following the boy

“so how come you weren’t at Pop’s last night for my big return, i knew something was missing but Archie didn’t mention anything” he goes quite so i figure I’ve hit a nerve.

“how are things?” i ask changing the subject “yeah okay” his voice sounds strained “are you sure?” i press “im here aren’t i?” i bite my lip and walk next to him in silence earning a few glances from peers, a river vixen walking with an ‘outcast’.

“this is us” he point to the class i follow him in just as the second bell rang others scrambling into their seats as Mr Hill slips in behind us “seats everybody” i gulp glances around desperately for a seat i forget we’d be in pairs.

all eyes are on me and within seconds the class is buzzing in soft whispers “Andrews” i hear jughead call sitting a few desks back, he gestures to the open seat next to him and gladly slip into it “thanks jones”.

he nods glancing to the front of the class “welcome back miss andrews” Mr Hill greets me “good to be back” i clear my throat awkwardly the eyes of my classmates piercing into me.

“so the hotter Andrews is finally back” i turn in my seat to see Reggie smirking in his seat running his hands through his hair “Reggie Mantle, god even Chicago couldn’t erase your idiot voice from my brain” i smile sweetly batting my eyelashes before facing forward rolling my eyes.

jughead laughs at my comment and i smile at him “baby you couldn’t forget me if you tried” i shake my head facing forward “oh but baby It’s not your devilish good looks that made you memorable it was more what you were lacking in you know where”

the class erupts in laughter and i smirk at my victory “ive always liked you feisty my little river vixen” he purs.

“enough” our teacher yells standing and scribbling notes on the board “good to be back” i mumble catching Reggies sleazy glances in the car of my eye “gross”

i mumble copying the notes “you okay?” jughead whispers “yeah just sleaze ball taking a little bit of a long look” i gesture to Reggie with my pencil and Jughead narrows his eyes at the boy.

“yeah he definitely hasn’t changed since you left” i laugh trying to hold in my giggles and people’s eyes start to stray from the board to me.

“hey juggie” he murmurs glancing to the board then back to his book “Betty & Veronica wanted to go to Pop’s after school to celebrate them making the team- do you maybe wanna come?”

he puts down his pencil facing me “andrews are you asking me out?” i jolt up shaking my head furiously

“no i um no i was just-” i give up when i realise im no longer speaking English “what i meant to say is that no the whole gangs going to be there and i want to hear more about what’s happening around here- Betty told me you’ve been writing about Jason”

he turns to the front nodding “ill be there, we can talk about Jason another time when it’s just the two of us” i nod returning to my work.

“why aren’t we celebrating you becoming a vixen?” i roll my eyes “ive been on the squad since freshman year juggie it’s not that big of a deal” i tease clicking my pen.

“noted” he replies focusing his full attention to the white board.

//

“(y/n)!”

i turn to see my brother jogging over to me looking slightly puffed “you good?” i ask continuing to walk my brother following hot on my heels, i was eager to get out of this damn school and to Pop’s.

“are you going to the dance tonight?” i knit my brows “what dance?” i question approaching my locker to grab a few books slipping them into my bag.

“the school dance- its tonight- Betty asked if I’d go with her and Ronnie” i close my locker “she what?” i say surprised.

“i- i dunno she just asked if I’d go with them and i said yes which means you have to okay!” i grown “arch i don’t want to go to a stupid school dance” he grabs me by the shoulders pulling me toward him “please!” he begs.

i remove his hands from his shoulders and start the walk to his car, “please please please please please” i block him out taking long strides to reach Archie’s truck.

“open the damn truck arch” he shakes his head “Archie! Open the damn truck” i yell frustration consuming me at how annoying my brother was being “i swear to god Archibald is you do not open this door i will kill you!” i hiss and he shakes his head.

“ill open the door if you come to the dance” i groan resting my head against the door “fine fine! ill go” i say in defeat earning a happy yell from my brother followed by the beeps of the car being unlocked “hallelujah” i mumble getting into the car.

“Betty and Veronica are going to the mall to buy a dress so ill drop you off and you can pick out something nice okay” he teases smiling stupidly at you “why don’t we both ditch and order in watch a movie something actually enjoyable” i offer clasping my hands together to beg.

“no, i can’t let them go by themselves” i smack his arm “um why the bloody hell not? we can take care of ourselves yanno” i tell him irritation itching at me.

“oh well it’s your first social event back- you need this” i ignore him glancing out the window as he pulls into the parking lot of the mall “bye sissy” he teases. i slam his truck door and flip him off as he drives away.

“jerk” i mumble

“you made it!” i walk toward the blonde and the raven headed girls “i made it” i smile at them as they loop their arms in mine “let’s get you a killer dress” i tell Betty as we walk into the complex and she blushes

“archie tell you?” i nod “when were you going to tell me you asked my brother out?!” i exclaim bumping her shoulder “i didn’t ask him out i asked him to the dance with V it’s not like it’s a date”

“whatever you say coops” i wink at her and run my fingers across the nearest dress rack “wish i had someone to go to the dance with” i think aloud flicking through the hangers.

“what about Jughead? Yous seemed pretty cozy in the hall” Betty speaks up curiosity filling her voice “oh my god!” i exclaim cursing.

the mention of his name reminds me that we were supposed to be meeting at Pops now “shit shit shit” i smack my forehead trying not to think about how hurt he’s going to be when he shows up and none of us being there

“what’s wrong?” Ronnie asks concerned her arms full of dresses “i invited Jughead to Pops tonight and i totally spaced” i tell them guilty “im sure he’ll understand” Betty tries to comfort me placing a hand on my shoulder.

“i hope so” i sulk “do you know what happened with him and my brother?” she shakes her head “they haven’t really spoken since before summer break i don’t think they spoke for the whole summer” i gulp, great what the hell happened.

the rest of the shopping trip i spent too engulfed in my own thoughts and theories about my brother and his former bestfriend that i barely noticed buying a dress and getting to Betty’s house.

“earth to (y/n)” im snapped out of my thoughts by Ronnie, she waves the curling wand in front of my face “you almost ready Arch will be here soon” i nod finishing off my hair and grabbing my dress “ill just change and ill be down before you know it”

“okay we’ll be outside”

i nod closing the door and quickly changing into my dress sliding on my heels and applying another coat of lipstick before glancing at myself in the mirror. i didn’t look half bad i smile at my reflection before the tooting of a horn brings me back to earth

“really archie? i was coming jesus” i complain opening the front door of Betty’s house and walking down the driveway to meet my brother the girls already tucked into the car

“wow little sis you look decent when you put in effort”

i gasp shoving him in the chest “your 10 minutes older than me okay-”

he rolls his eyes at me and mockingly opens the door for me, i smile sarcastically at him and slip in the passenger seat “the quicker we get there the quicker we can get home” i think aloud

“c'mon it can’t be that bad” Veronica teased but i just shook my head “you have no idea”

a/n: sorry for it being long and kinda poopy im in the midst of starting a new part it’s just with the ending i wanted for this is would’ve taken SO LONG! but be excited for part three because their will be lots of jughead x reader fluff! so if you’d like that PLEASE (im low key begging you) to just type a ‘part 3’ or ‘i really like this series or just SOMETHING. silent readers get me down!

and as always requests are wide open my friend feel free to drop a question or a request, love hearing from you nuggets!

-🌹

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Never Disobey Daddy (M)

He stood there, smugly leaning against the doorway as he watched you bravely continue to play with yourself.  

“Really kitten?” He sternly said with a raised brow, chewing on his plump red-stained lower lip for a second as his gaze turned darker with each passing second that he watched your curvaceous form squirm on the pure white satin sheets beneath you. 

Your small, slender fingers explored your sopping folds; the feeling of his eyes burning into you fueled your arousal and it showed as your essence began to slightly drip down to your bum. “Mhmm..” You replied with a soft whine, looking over at the greek god that was your boyfriend with heavy lidded eyes. 

Stretching his neck from side to side, Wonho stalked over to you. His large hand gently ran up the inner part of your leg before roughly gripping, yanking you towards him. 

An animalistic snarl escaped him as his upper lip lifted like an angered predator. 
“Oh, you’re such a brave little slut aren’t you?” He growled as he roughly pushed your hand away from your princess parts, flipping you onto your stomach in one swift motion.  

You could feel butterflies fill your tummy as you began to anxiously anticipate his next move. The wetness between your legs puddles onto the sheets beneath you; God did you love when he was like this. 
A small giggle poured from your velvety, parted lips. “You know I am Daddy.” As you opened your mouth to speak again his hand harshly connected with the round globes of your ass, replacing your words with shaky yelps. 

“You know I hate having to punish you, little girl…” Wonho purred, roughly massaging the reddened areas on your ass, smacking them again- increasing the harshness with every hit. He adored the little whimpers and yelps that came from you, listening to all the gorgeously lewd sounds you made had him painfully hard. 
Pulling you towards the edge of the bed, he kept you bent over as he held both your wrists in one hand; he pressed his clothed member against you causing a wanting little whine to flow out of you. 

“You want Daddy deep inside you, huh my little slut?” 

“Daddy would love to be buried inside that sweet little cunt of yours, princess, but you’ve been so bad…”

“Bad behaviour cannot go unpunished, and what kind of punishment would it be if I gave you what you wanted.” 

“But don’t worry kitten, we’re going to have a lot of fun. I just hope you remember your safeword.”

My Green Valentine

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 1898

Warnings: Fluff… 

A/N: I had to write something since I’m drowning in all the Loki feels… I hope you like this. Also, I apologize in advance for all the grammar and spelling mistakes I may have made. Hope you enjoy this!  💖


You never really liked Valentine’s day too much. To you, it was pointless. Why would anyone ever need a special day to make someone feel loved, when you had more than 300 days to do it again and again.

But it was the middle of December when all that changed. You met Loki.

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anonymous asked:

So what if during Obi Wan's mission with Satine they come across like an orphan child or something and like take care of it for a bit. It's just they're both such parents. And I think they would find it so sweet to see the other act all maternal or paternal. Could you draw something like that?

also for @dyingroses​ who sent me a similar request…

(not sure if you sent it on and off anon or if you and this anon are just brain twins or what lol)

I got thinking about how cute a little Zygerrian would be…

and may have gotten carried away

as I do sometimes.

(ficlet below the cut, ~1000 words)

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Daddy’s Toy (M)

A bright, yet shy smile painted across your face as soon as you read those precious words- “That’s my girl.”

Standing from your comfy little spot on the couch, you stretch out slightly just before you began to strip. 
After removing your top and panties; you were grateful you hadn’t worn a bra that day, bra’s were the biggest hassle in your opinion. The dimmed, orange tint of the light enraptured you, making you look like a glowing goddess.

The moment you made your over to the front door, you got on all fours and patiently wait for Namjoon with your head down; just as he had taught you before. 
Thankfully he didn’t take long to arrive, as soon as he stepped through the door you could hear his pleased chuckled as his gaze loomed over you. 

His leather shoes were the only thing in your sights as your head stayed low; knowing that if you did anything at this point without permission he’d be completely merciless when it came to your punishment, though you weren’t sure if he’d have much mercy on you now.  

“Such a well trained little pet.” Namjoon cooed as he crouched down beside you, his fingertips grazing your nipple ever-so-slightly before trailing down your side then down to your ass. His hand then swiftly came down on your bum cheek drawing out one of your short, muffled whines. 
“Not uh, little girl-” He purred. “Let me hear you. You know Daddy loves to hear those precious sounds you make.” His hands roughly groped that backs of your thighs before giving them hefty swats of their own. 

This time you allowed the loud, pained moans to freely flow out of you as the stinging pain from his hits sent tingles throughout your body. 
Suddenly, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck; yanking you up onto your knees. 
“Come on, little girl..” He harshly growled, pulling you up onto your feet as his hand moved from the back of your neck to your hair. 

“Daddy wants to play with some rope, kitten, I might even gag you. I always love how pretty you look when you're bound and helpless.” 

“You know what? I think I’m even going to use that vibe that you hate so much. I fucking love watching you squirm and seeing tears run down that pretty little face of yours.” 

“You’ll be my little toy tonight, understood? Daddy’s going to fucking destroy you.” 

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‘… my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal … my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them … he was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.’

Circle of Life

Characters – Sam x Reader

Summary – Sam’s a civilian now, working as a handyman for a local motel and thinking he’s out of the hunting life forever.  When the owner of the motel asks him to make some repairs on a house he rents out for some extra money, Sam agrees, not knowing that the job will have him questioning his new life.

Word Count – 2,687

Warnings – None; mostly fluff, with a little bit of angst right in the middle.

A/N – Part one! Takes place between Seasons 7 and 8, when Sam became a handyman after Dean disappeared – canon divergent in that he meets Y/N rather than Amelia.  This was written for both a request and a challenge.  This request came in from @winchesters-princess: “Can you pretty please write a handyman!sam x reader based off 8.05 “blood brother” fluffy of course ❤️ that was Sam’s actual job and he was on a house call to fix something rather than the motel like in the ep.”   Here you go, Ro!  I hope you enjoy it!  

This was also written for @buckysmetallicstump’s Disney Quote Challenge.  I chose quote #1: “The past can hurt.  But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.” Rafiki, the lion king AND #19. “Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.” Lilo, Lilo and Stitch.  Thanks Bailey!

BTW – Al and Belle are based off of two of my cats, Rylee and Chloe – and if you’re wondering if the cord story is real, let’s just say that I had to buy a new pair of earbuds just last weekend!  Her full name is Chloe Elizabeth “Lucky” Cleveland!  LMAO!


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Sam pulled up in front of an older white house and looked down, checking the address on the paper Mr. Davidson had given him.  After ensuring he was at the right address, he got out of his truck and leaned over the back, grabbing his banged up toolbox.  He made his way to the front of the house, pausing for a moment to look at it. Though it was on the older side, the paint was fresh, with hunter green shutters framing the windows.  A flowerbed lined the front walk, and looked to be well designed and maintained – not a weed in sight.  Smiling, Sam walked up the front steps and used the key Mr. Davidson had given him to enter the house.

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In Every Living Thing #5

“In every living thing there is the desire for love.” ~ D. H. Lawrence

Nalu | Sculptor/Greek Myth AU
part 5/7 read: all | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | on FF.net

words: 2000
rating: T

Yes, it’s been more than a week since I last updated this. Yes, I am both sorry (that it took so long) and proud (that I wrote it at all). Yes, it is an actual update! I can’t believe it either!! 

moon ii.

Old romance might have failed, but modern romance surely wouldn’t.

At least that’s what Lucy thought when she signed Natsu up for online dating. 

“But Lucy,” Natsu whined, “Do I have to?”

“Absolutely,” Lucy huffed, “The best way to learn about love is to be in love, so that’s what you have to do in order to be able to stay here; I told you. Got that?”

“I guess,” Natsu grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

It had been a month since he had become part of the lonely Heartfilia household, and what he had contributed, mostly, was life. Life and the unexpected, but more frequent company of not only Wendy but also Gajeel, who seemed to slowly but surely grow more accustomed to being more than just the guy who left Wendy at the door and disappeared.

Change had come slowly, and it was still happening, but it had not gone unnoticed.

The fact that Natsu had decided that romance wasn’t for him and he’d rather hang with Lucy and Wendy to play video games and listen to their stories wasn’t exactly helping Lucy’s love mission along. Especially not her new plan of making him fall in love, instead of merely talking about it and continually failing to explain.

“You promised me!”

“Right, right.” Natsu sighed theatrically. “I’ll go and try to love her! But only for you.”

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Morning Light. A Rowaelin Fanfic.

Hiya guys! Here’s a new one for @readinglikewildfire

Prompt: Aelin and Rowando not want to go to their morning meeting.


The rosy morning light drifted in lazily as Rowan opened his eyes, Aelin’s soft breaths warming his neck.
Vaguely, he noticed Aelin’s weight cutting off the feeling in his arm, but he didn’t pull away, savoring the feeling of Aelin’s body pressed into his side.
 He glanced down towards his mate. Her blonde hair was splayed across the silk pillow, her leg thrown over his thighs, and he grinned a bit.

Mornings like these made him forget about his duties; about the kingdom and reality. Aelin mumbled something and pressed her head in closer to his neck. He smiled and glanced towards the clock on the mantle; eight-thirty. They had just an hour before their morning meeting. He frowned heavily and closed his eyes, maybe if he went back to sleep, the meeting would just disappear. But, with a sigh, Rowan turned onto his side, using his nearly numb arm to pull Aelin closer to him. 

She didn’t stir, and he frowned again. This was the part of mornings he didn’t like; waking Aelin.
With a tired groan, he pulled his arm out from beneath his queen.
“Aelin, love.” He murmured.
She only snuggled into his chest.
“Come on, Princess, we have a meeting.”
Aelin turned onto her stomach, dragging a pillow over her head. Rowan smiled and sat up, the sheets slipping down his body.
He reached down and pulled off Aelin’s pillow, running a careful hand through her tangled hair, the cool scent of jasmine caressing him.
 “Aelin.” He hummed, and Aelin groaned.
This, however, was the part he did enjoy.

With a little sigh, he moved over her, setting back on his knees over her legs, careful not to set his full weight atop her.
Rowan placed his fingers on her sides and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of her neck.
“Time to get up, Princess.”
“No,” she mumbled, and he just grinned. “Well, you know what comes next.”
Aelin tensed beneath him, “No, come on, it’s too early—”
He shook his head, “No, you’ve got to wake up.” Aelin raised her head, and glared at him over her shoulder, “Rowan, no, please!”
He ignored her pleas as he began to flutter his fingers along her sides furiously, smiling as she began to writhe and shriek beneath him. “Rowan!” She shrieked, a laugh bubbling out of her lips.
“Rowan— please, come on—,” she sucked in a breath and twisted onto her back, her already mused hair becoming even worse as she twisted and turned.  
Her laugh began to fill the room, echoing off the walls. A few moments later, he stopped, laughing as Aelin smacked his chest. “You ass!”
 He just gave her a crooked smile. “You are awake, though.”
She just gave him a glare, but her laugh gave her away. “Get off me you oaf,” she said with a laugh, running her hand through her frizzed hair.
Rowan smiled down at her and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, she hummed against him and propped herself up on to her elbows to better reach his lips.
But, before he could even react, Aelin had flipped him over and had pinned his wrists behind his head.

Aelin smiled down at him, no doubt reveling in the surprise on his face. “Nice one, Princess.” He whispered into the silence. Her light pressed down on his waist, and he felt her trail her fingertips along his hands.
 Then Aelin bit her lips, and he knew trouble was coming.
Aelin slowly let go of his wrists, but sat forward, bracing her hands on either side of his head. She leaned her head down close enough for them share breath.
“You know,” she said softly as she scanned his face, her blonde hair forming a curtain around them. “I would give almost anything,” she whispered into his ear, and Rowan shuddered under her light ministrations.
A slow kiss was placed below his ear, “To just stay in bed with you today.”
Rowan felt the air leave his body, and he turned his head in request. Aelin quickly complied.


 Aelin hummed against her mate’s lips, letting out a breathy little sigh when Rowan began to stroke her waist. His broad hands encompassed nearly all of her waist, his fingers bunching in the silk of her nightgown.  Gods, his hands. His hands were sometimes the reason they missed a meeting, or why she sometimes was forced to drag him out of a dinner party and into a deserted room. Suppressing a smile, Aelin opened her mouth for him, moaning into the kiss. At that moan, Rowan’s hands tightened, but he pulled away, his breath ragged. Aelin gasped for air and raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you stop,” she purred, a little laugh bubbling within her as Rowan gave a weak groan.
 “Meeting.” Was all he said.
She nodded, but tucked her head into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. Rowan huffed a laugh and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, “Come on, Princess. Up and at em’.”
 She rolled off him reluctantly, awkwardly sliding off the huge bed and onto the cold floor. “This had better be one hell of council meeting,” she grumbled as she walked to the closet.
 “Well, be prepared to be thoroughly disappointed, Your Majesty.” Rowan called from the bed. Aelin glared at him, then flipped him a wonderful little gesture.
“Very Queenly!” he shouted. “You bet!” She called back.

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This one is for that thirsty anon over at @kawaiilo-ren ‘s page

  • Yuri loves being treated well by his daddies. He’s a brat and he puts up a front, but he relishes being taken apart by them. No matter how strict and firm they are with Yuri, they always pet him afterwards and hold him and tell him how good he had been. However, Yuri knows damn well he actually has both handsome undercuts wrapped tightly around his pretty little finger. He can manage to reduce them into mere playthings
  • He knows and often he likes to take full advantage of this, by pouting and biting his lip, and make his daddies do things for him. To each other. He will flash them a coy little smile, bat his eyelashes and they will fall to his feet. It’s then, right when he has them where he wants them, that Yuri becomes bratty again. And by then they will be too far gone and listen to anything Yuri tells them to do.
  • Yuri feels one of these moods on a day he has bought himself a nice pair of black lace panties. He decides to test their appeal by showing them to his boyfriends. 
  • He finds them chatting in the living room, engages in their small talk a bit before going “By the way, I bought something nice. Want me to show you?” Then he stands and slowly unbuttons his jeans as both his boyfriends’ eyes become wide. He reveals a strip of lace by holding it up over his hip, Otabek quietly presses his lips together and JJ asks with a smirk “Why don’t you show us the full picture, sweatheart?”
  • Yuri laughs “Maybe, if you’re both good.” Both undercuts shoot each other looks since they kind of know what they are in for. Yuri just giggles, leads them both to the couch and straddles JJ’s lap before he starts kissing him fervently. Otabek looks on with narrowed eyes and jeans that are becoming tighter.
  • “Daddy looks a little lonely,” Yuri purs in JJ’s ear while looking at Otabek “Why don’t you give him a kiss?” And JJ just shoots forward to tangle his hand in Otabek’s hair and lick at his mouth. 
  • Pleased and grinning, Yuri orders JJ to touch Otabek too, palm him through his pants, which he does, and Otabek positively moans into JJ’s mouth. Yuri moves over to Otabek’s side, sucks and bites his neck before breathing hotly “Be a good daddy and suck JJ off for your kitten.” 
  • And Otabek gets to his knees, eyes flitting darkly between JJ and Yuri, before Yuri takes off JJ’s shirt, unzips his jeans and takes his cock out. Otabek starts teasing the slit, working the head and soon he’s steadily blowing JJ, the taller man looking on, biting his lower lip. Yuri drapes himself over JJ, kisses his chest and asks “Doesn’t Beka look pretty sucking your cock?” Fuck yes, JJ moans, fingers raking through Otabek’s hair. 
  • They move it to the bedroom, where Yuri takes off his own clothes at an agonising pace. Once he is down to his pretty pair of lace panties and his boyfriends are eyeing him hungrily, he smiles. “You don’t get to touch me before you fuck.”
  • Yuri becomes bossy, in such a teasingly sweet way he knows his daddies can’t refuse him anything. He tells, orders, Otabek to fuck JJ, because he would love to see his taller daddy be rammed into by Otabek’s thick cock. Otabek streches JJ open before filling him slowly up to the hilt, JJ whimpering and clutching the bedsheets.
  • Yuri watches them, traces his length through the black lace, making sure his daddies’ eyes are on him as he tells them things. “Your kitten likes seeing you moan around daddy’s cock, JJ.” “Fuck him harder, Beka, he likes it like that.”
  • Otabek fucks JJ good, alternating between a deep slow grind and rough thrusts, like Yuri commands him to. JJ cums hard, panting and groaning, without his dick being touched. Yuri orders Otabek to pull out and cum on JJ’s stomach, both their releases mingling on JJ’s ripped abs.
  • Yuri makes quite a show of lapping at their cum, licking his fingers and says that they have been very good boys and as a reward get to choose which one of them gets to eat him out while the other one blows him. 
The Snowball part 19

I’m just really feeling the writing mood tonight so here’s another chapter. Side note, have I done any hw? No.

Previous chapters X


Rita’s was smaller than Feyre imagined. But it was still a far nicer club than Feyre had ever been to.

She had borrowed an outfit from Mor, seeing as she had next to no clothing with her. Mor insisted she wear a plain, black dress that would have been boring if not for the strategically cut, sheer panels that made it a lot more scandalous.

Feyre at first thought it was too much, but was glad Mor had talked her into it when she came downstairs and had seen the look on Rhys’s face.

His eyes had widened slightly and dropped to the inch high black heels Mor had also lent her for the occasion, before slowly roving up her body, drinking in the sight of her once. Twice. Three times, before he was finally satisfied and offered her a beaming grin.

Cassian wolf whistled at her while she flipped him off and Cassian pretended to catch it as if she had blown him a kiss instead.

Cassian had made no comment when Nesta came down, in a slightly nicer pair of jeans but the same baggy shirt she had arrived in.

They had all walked to the club together, and Feyre had to pretend she was used to walking such distances in large heeled shoes. When she stumbled, Rhys held out his arm to link with hers, taking most of her weight.

Now, she was sitting with Rhys in a booth along with Azriel and Mor. Mor had bought them all a variety of brightly coloured shots and was  divvying them up between the three of them.

“You’re supposed to drink this?” Feyre asked, holding up a bright orange drink to examine it.

“Yes! It tastes good… just make sure you have a chaser.” Mor giggled, already tipsy.

“Chaser? I don’t have one.” Feyre said, but panicked when Mor and Azriel already started their rounds, making Feyre gulp hers down anyway.

“Let’s go dance!” Mor said to Azriel, pulling him from the table and slamming her four empty glasses down.

Feyre watched them go, smiling to herself.

“Where did Nesta go?” Feyre said turning to Rhys.

He was leaning against the back of their booth with one arm stretched across it. A perfect imitation of a casual laziness, but it masked the protective glint in his eye when he saw other males appraising Feyre from across the room.

Rhys pointed now across the room to the bar, where Nesta and Cassian were already undoubtedly arguing, obvious even from so far away. An array of empty cups littered the bench in front of them.

“What’s the bet neither of them make it out of here conscious.” Feyre mused.

She’d had to bring her mouth up to Rhys’s ear in order for him to hear her over the loud music. Not that he seemed to mind. 

He turned to appraise her again. “If you’re not careful, you won’t either Feyre darling.”

“I’m fine.” Feyre insisted.

“Care for a little game then?” Rhys purred in her ear.

Feyre smiled at him and nodded.

Rhys looked towards Amren who was leaning against a wall, just on the edge of the dance floor, a look of extreme boredom on her face.

“We take it in turns to get someone to approach Amren.” Rhys grinned wickedly.

Feyre glanced again at Amren. “Something tells me Amren wants to be left alone.”

“There’s no fun if there isn’t a little risk.” Rhys purred.

“Okay, I’m in. What happens when we get someone to poke the tiger?”

Rhys pondered this for a moment. “Every time I convince someone to talk to her, you have to do a shot.”

“Okay, but what about every time I get someone to do it?”

“Well I can’t drink… What do you want from me Feyre?” Rhys whispered in her ear.

Feyre felt her cheeks go red and she couldn’t meet Rhys’s gaze.

“What do you want Feyre?” Rhys repeated slowly and sensually.

“Baby photos.” Feyre said abruptly, and hiccupped.

Rhys pulled back in surprise. “What?”

“I want to see what you looked like before this.” Feyre said, indicating Rhys’s whole body.

Rhys laughed. “I really don’t know if this is a fair bet, I would say you’re already drunk.”

Feyre frowned at being laughed at. She didn’t feel that drunk.

While Rhys was still laughing, Feyre slid out of the booth and strode over to a nearby male. Rhys stopped laughing when she ran her hand slowly along the male’s back and shoulders.

The male turned around confused, but quickly his face changed to pleasant surprise when he saw Feyre smiling at him. She crooked a finger at him so he would bend down to her and she whispered in his ear. The male looked up and saw Amren. She would have been quite beautiful if not for the permanent glare she had adopted since arriving at Rita’s.

The male shrugged and sauntered over anyway.

Feyre watched curiously as he began talking to Amren. Amren immediately shooed him away with a look of irritation.

Feyre quickly made her way back to Rhys before Amren spotted her. Rhys was no longer sitting in a relaxed manner. His back had gone ramrod straight and his jaw was clenched. His eyes still trailed the male who had returned to the dance floor with his friends.

Feyre patted his hand. “Alright so that’s one album I get to see.”

“Album? I don’t think so. That’s one photo.” Rhys said, finally turning back to face Feyre.

“What? That’s not fair!”

“I think it’s very fair. You’re using unfair… advantages to get them to do what you want.”

“Are you jealous Rhysand?” Feyre said, imitating Rhys’s purr.

“That’s beside the point. The rules stay. One photo.” Rhys turned to eye off people walking by. “My turn now.”

The first male Rhys approached seemed flattered by Rhys’s attention at first, before they realised he was asking for Amren. The male flatly refused but gave Rhys a wink before he left.

Feyre collapsed into a fit of giggles while Rhys returned defeated. He remained unfazed by the other male.

“It happens sometimes.” Rhys shrugged when Feyre finally stopped laughing and asked him about it. “I’m more mad that I chose completely the wrong person to ask.”

Feyre tried the same tactic on her next victim who willingly fell into her trap, lulled by her voice like a siren. Amren seemed surprised to find yet another male in front of her, asking for attention. She turned him down as well.

Rhys picked more wisely for his second male, this time he managed to convince a male in a leather studded jacket to make a move on Amren, who appeared mortified to be receiving such attention.

Rhys laughed when Amren yelled something at the male when he tried to pull her onto the dance floor.

“Isn’t this a bit mean?” Feyre asked.

 "Of course not. Amren has done much worse to us over the years.“ Rhys laughed. "Don’t tell me you’re trying to get out of your drink.” He said while pulling her over to the bar.

Nearly an hour later, Feyre had managed to convince two more unsuspecting males to talk to Amren, while Rhys had managed another four unbelievably.

“It’s only because you’re so good looking.” Feyre slurred at him, waving about a new drink and managing to spill most of it.

“I could have said the same about you.” Rhys whispered to her.

Feyre leaned back into Rhys's body. The hair on the back of her neck raised at feeling him so close behind her. 

His lips had barely brushed Feyre’s ear when a menacing growl sounded behind them.

“You two!” Amren snarled.

Feyre and Rhys whirled around to see tiny Amren, hauling a male well over six feet, by the ear over to them. The male also happened to be Rhys’s most recent victory.

“Amren. I see you’ve received our little gifts.” Rhys said smoothly.

Gifts? Rhysand I swear I’m going to-” Amren began, but the rest of what she said was lost to the music as Rhys grabbed Feyre’s hand and ran.

They quickly weaved through the crowded club and managed to throw Amren off their tail. Feyre laughed as Rhys helped her remain upright on her clumsy feet.

“That was close.” Rhys said, head craning to look back over the crowd.

“Too close.” Feyre agreed.

Nearby, chanting started up. Some drinking game had begun and Feyre looked over curiously.

“Rhys, tell me I’m so drunk that I’m hallucinating this.”

“What?” Rhys asked before following Feyre’s line of vision and laughing.

At a nearby table, a crowd had gathered around an inexplicably shirtless Cassian. Nesta was also being cheered on, wearing Cassian’s shirt around her head like a crown. Feyre also thought she spied Nesta’s bracelet being used to tie Cassian’s hair back.

Rhys and Feyre made their way over to observe. A bartender carried over two new glasses full of a blue liquid.

Cheering ensued and Feyre was about to ask why, when the bartender pulled out a lighter, and set the two drinks aflame.

“Oh my god.” Feyre gasped as she saw Nesta fearlessly reaching for one cup. “I can’t watch this.” She said, turning her face into Rhys’s shoulder, but still watching through her peripheral vision.

Nesta raised the cup to frenzied chanting and downed it in one gulp. Nesta raised her chin defiantly to the crowd as she turned to Cassian.

Cassian did not look good.

He was visibly sweating and if he wasn’t hanging onto the table like a lifeline, Feyre thought he may have already have been on the floor.

But Cassian saw the challenge in Nesta’s eyes and gripped his own flaming cup. He raised the cup to his mouth, and before the liquid could even touch his tongue, Cassian was racing for a nearby pot plant. Feyre didn’t watch as Cassian’s stomach refused to accept any more alcohol.

Nesta stood on the table and raised her arms triumphantly to ecstatic cheers.

“She is made from something else.” Rhys said, eyeing Nesta fearfully.

Feyre however, had now decided that she also did not feel so good. It had been a while since she had drank this much and this quickly. The world seemed to blur and the room rotated as Feyre’s eyes focused and unfocused.

She only had time to mutter, “Rhys”, before she felt the room tip sideways and she was falling.

There was no hard impact though. Feyre was vaguely aware of warm, soft hands holding her.

“I don’t feel well.” Feyre mumbled.

“Alright, I think you’ve had enough for tonight.” Rhys said soothingly.

He effortlessly propped Feyre back on her feet and kept an arm around her middle as he led her over to the bar and asked for some water. Rhys let go of her for one minute while he grabbed the bartender’s attention and the water.

Feyre made a distressed sound and Rhys turned back to see another male with his hands wrapped around Feyre’s waist. She was pawing away his hands but she was sloppy and the male knew this.

Rhys stalked over, trying not to shatter the glass of water in his hand.

“Let. Her. Go.” He said menacingly.

Rhys’s voice was so unlike the one she had heard him use with her, that Feyre barely recognised Rhys’s animalistic snarl.

The other male took one look at Rhys, and wisely let Feyre go.

Rhys waited until the other male had disappeared, before immediately pulling her to him, burying his face in her hair.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured over and over.

Feyre was unfazed, and was unsuccessfully trying to reach for the water in Rhys’s hand.

When Rhys raised his head he had cooled down somewhat and realised he was still holding her glass of water. He offered it to her and Feyre gulped it down quickly.

When she’d emptied it she held it up sadly, tilting the last drop out. “More?” She asked Rhys sweetly.

This time when Rhys went to the bar, he kept an arm firmly around Feyre and while they were waiting for her water, he stared down any male, and even females, who came too close.

After several glasses Rhys decided Feyre needed to sleep it off so he guided her to the bar’s entrance.

“What about Nesta?” Feyre asked, slumping against Rhys.

“Amren’s got tabs on everyone, she’ll get them all home. I’m more worried about you right now.”

“I think Cassian needs help the most. That poor plant.” Feyre laughed.

On the way out Azriel spotted them and he grabbed Mor to come and talk to them.

“Jesus Rhys, what did you do to her?” Mor said, red faced from dancing.

“Feyre lost a bet.” Rhys said plainly.

“How much has she had?” Azriel said eyeing Feyre.

“Not that much. I didn’t think she’d be such a lightweight.” Rhys glanced down worriedly as Feyre’s eyes floated around the room, unable to focus. “I feel terrible about it actually.”

“We’ll be home soon, look after her Rhys!” Mor called to him, pulling Azriel back to dance with her.

It became glaringly obvious to Rhys that Feyre could not walk home the second they left the club. When there were no people around to jostle them, and they had a lot more open space, Rhys was able to tell just how disoriented Feyre was.

“Alright, try not to vomit.” Rhys muttered as he grabbed Feyre and swung her up into his arms.

Feyre squealed and squirmed in Rhys’s arms.

“Hold still. What are you doing?” Rhys asked annoyed, but he was smiling, until Feyre’s arm smacked him in the face.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” Feyre cooed. She held her cold hand to Rhys’s face where there was already a red mark appearing.

Rhys sighed but continued walking. Feyre kept stroking his cheek until her hand stilled, making Rhys glance down in alarm. But Feyre had only fallen asleep, with her hand still tucked against his face.