#until the end ‘as light fills my eyes’
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Wolf Sukuna x bunny reader
Synopsis: cuteness and innocence comes with a consequence when you're just such a petite small bunny doing dumb childish activities at the dead of night, happening to attract some wolf in need
Warning: female reader, predator and pray play, wolf Sukuna, bunny reader, oblivious reader, dacryphilla, public sex (in a forest), manhandling, fingering, reader squirting for the first time, unprotected sex, non-con, slight chasing goin' on, yandere-ish vibes (he find himself needing you), hardcore, breeding kink, slight spanking, lots of tail/ear pulling, degrading (dumb bunny/rabbit, whore bunny, slutty girl) praising too (good girl, atta girl, cutie), true form Sukuna, two cocks, double penetration (anal & cunt), SIZE DIF (he's 7'6", u cant beat him) Sukuna is a bit soft at the end. Sex with plot (?) MDNI, I will block you!!
A/N: this idea has been rotting me, does anyone else do hybrid Sukuna? Just me? Damn... My warning list is long ASF. Lazy/half proof read.
"one, two... Oh, three!" You count out how many flowers you could find buried in the thick layers of snow, picking out nearly dead ones. It was getting dark, yet you wanted a new collect of your 'snow flowers' that you did every time it snowed. You never missed a season since you were 17, so why start now at 20?
The flowers soon start to lessen and so does the light around the forest, leaving everything dark. A pout tugs at your lips as your bunny ears perk up, alert all the sudden as darkness consumes the night. Your eyes darted to every possible corner inside of the small snowy forest—maybe you were a tad bit scared of the dark, more like what hides inside of the shadows. You decide to call it quits, getting off of your knees and brushing the little bit of snow that was covering on your puffy white coat that was down to your thighs. You waddled around the snow, grabbing your new collection of flowers that survived with a smile.
You give the sun one more wave, as night fallen completely. You watch the light shrink until you really didn't wanna be in the dark no more, a little hop in your step as you trailed down the snowy path.
You had a right to fear what was happening in the darkness...
The wolf who had been watching you this whole time, grab-able bunny ears and a cute little cotton tail he could just yank you by wiggling around, how goofy yet cute you looked in that puffy coat, scarf over your face. He licked over his complex set of fangs, lust filled his thoughts and caused his dick to stiffen, all four eyes on you.
Ryomen Sukuna, he was called, steps out the shadows that you childishly feared, watching the small footprints and stepping over them with his own, seeing how he covers the whole space. You're so small. He could just—
He creeps up closer to you as you examine your flowers, lazily tossing the ones you don't like, cotton tail mindlessly twitching under that coat. He only had on an all black kimono with a rusted red color cloak over, walking in socks and flip flops, you dressed for some fashion show. You didn't even notice the sounds of breathing getting louder, nor did you hear the soft sounds of snow behind you getting crushed.
Dumb rabbit, he snickers to himself.
It took you a while to finally pick up something, your nose twitching and ears perking up again, bobbing slightly. You turn around to see not a soul behind you. You look in the trees; bare, nothing to hide. At least from what you can see. You shrug it off for now thinking it maybe was another bunny, or a birdie.
Sukuna wasn't even phased or worried you'd catch him, folding his four arms over his bulky build with confidence that he has hidden himself well enough to keep an eye on you. You, his future sex toy and minx.
You kept hearing the sounds more after that little conflict, turning around faster. This time, your eyebrows knitted together. You glance around again, gripping your flowers in your small hands. You turn around back to your destination, walking a bit faster.
He couldn't help but notice it. You might've noticed you were being watched or followed. He speeds up with you, matching your stride in the mask of the dark woods. The sounds mingle with yours, side eyeing every tree and bush to check anxiously. The idea of being followed made you pout.
The one time you stay out as the sun set, this happens.
You speed up a little more, sweating a bit even in the cold breeze and snow around. You now feel something dangerous near you, you can easily feel someone is near you, and it doesn't sit well. Like whoever—whatever is following you wants you to know that it's here. And oh, he does now want you to know, that fear makes you look so delicious, and not like he would normally look at prey.
He might wanna eat you in a whole different way that will last and effect you over and over.
"h-hey!" You meekly shout out, stuttering stupidly and taking a cowardice stance, looking so adorable scared, ears pressed down on your head. What were you shouting at? No idea. Where were you shouting to? Also no idea. You just wanted to hear someone.
You would be dumb to say 'is someone there' as there just had to be, eyes dewy as you scan the area. You grip your flowers. A faint growl, or laugh, echos from the forest behind the trees, somewhere in there. It sounded deep, grouchy, and... Soothing. Now you know someone is in there, your fear spikes. Someone was following you, just an innocent bunny with a passion for flowers in the snow.
"little bunny," a tall and dark figure emerges from the dark, and what immediately catches your attention is the four arms, many marks and odd lines across his face and wrist (what you can see) of the man.
Man? No, no, no. You gave it another look, seeing the bushy and huggable, large pink tail swooshing behind him, spiky ears at attention as four eyes gaze deep into you. The way he looks makes you shiver alone. You back away out of instinct, not that stupid to be oblivious to ths clear situation that this was a predator in front of you, you—the most common prey. His emotionless stare finally turns into something, something sinister. He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow with his arms (all of them) folded over his chest.
Your eyes widen while you stare, your cotton tail being your biggest give away with how it trembles. You drop your flowers.
"strip." His voice booms in the night forest, keeping his mocking eyes on your fretful small figure.
What? Did he just— "huh...?" You manage to stagger out words. He told you to strip? You don't even know his name. You're an innocent rabbit, that's what you're known for, right? Why would he want to play around with you?
Sukuna finds no amusement in your questioning and why you're not moving that small body. "I said strip. Get naked."
You dumbfoundedly blink. "but I don't know y—a-ahhh!"
Your protest were cut off by the swift movement of one of his large hands going to yank you near him with your bunny ears, making them stand up. The sound you made cause his cock to stir and leak, never getting so turned on by any hybrid, let alone a weak bunny. But you were so cute. He bends down to your height, claws starting to tear your coats buttons. "I'm Sukuna, bunny. Let me know your name and let's get this out the way so I could start breeding you."
Breeding you? Him, breeding you? He was so tall and big compared to you, a dainty and petite little creature, and you never been bred before.
"n-no, let go of me!" You try to move your hands to grab his large ones tugging at your ears, but you forgot he has another pair of arms, one gripping both your wrist and using them to yank you into the cold snow. You wince when your bum makes contact with the cold ground, cotton tail buried into your coat and snow.
"I thought I asked for your name, dumb rabbit." He says while shredding your coat, making you gasp as your skin comes in contact with the cold airy snow, shivering.
You stutter out your name feebly over the feeling of the cold. He yanks off your legs warmers and scarf, at least neatly pulling down your panties and unclipping your bra. "Are you cold, cutie?" He whispers into your ear, pressing your body onto his heat. You nod into the strangers chest, feeling his clothes against your naked body.
Sukuna removes his cloak and wraps it around you, the thing like a blanket. You blink up at him, lashes coated with sweet unleashed tears. He chuckles at the sight of your dewy eyes, pouty soft lips and weak state. The power dynamic he feels... is so intoxicating. Oh, he's never been harder.
He abruptly flips you, making you go on all fours. If it wasn't for the cloak, you would've felt the cold snow way easier and it would hurt at some point. "Please... Let me go—" you get cut off again, squealing when he lifts your ass up by your cotton tail, you lower body off the ground while your top is still in contact. It stings slightly... "S-Sukuna!" You whimper.
Sukuna tilts his head at a 90 degree angel, examining your pussy after lifting his cloak up. "You don't mean it. You're a creamy mess. Please." He mocks you, landing a very aggressive hit on your right ass cheek. The impact immediately leaves large red handprint, making those unshed tears start to roll out your eyes. Sukuna smiles at the victory of making you start squealing and squirming.
He lets you go from your tail, knees landing on the ground with a thud. "You're such a whore bunny." He tsk. "Can you at least take two cocks?"
That wasn't a question. That was like a warning.
"t-two?" You stutter, baffled.
That's when you feel a small poke on your thigh and one near your exposed and wet pussy. Oh God, you knew he wasn't human, but is he even a hybrid? "Did I stutter? Who cares, you'll handle me if I'm fucking you, heh." He sadistically chuckles.
He keeps you in the position, having your back arched for him. His tail sways at the sight with a smirk of your ass, red from little smacks and pussy wet and messy. He rubs the tip of his thick fingers rub against your slit, playing with your folds. You whimper from the sudden touch, yet wiggle your hips away. He wasn't having any of that, "keep still, you whore bunny." He barks out the order, glaring at you, even if you can't see how cold his four eyes are on you, you can feel the heat of them.
He has his way with your sweet pussy, rubbing your clit until two fingers sunk into your hole, stretching deep in and feeling around to see if he'll hit a spot to purposefully make you scream. He starts to curl his fingers near your g-spot, teasing you. You push your hips back only to find how he uses one of his four arms to ground you. You whine, sounding frustrated, but know better than to be bratty from how he spanked you.
Sukuna begins to pump his fingers faster, kneeling down and watching how wet his palm is becoming, watching the creamy liquid coat his two digits. He barely gives you time to adjust before he puts another finger into you, trying to stretch you out but get an orgasm out of you.
"o-oh, fuck, right there, yes yes, touch m-" your eyes roll back, back dramatically arched yet so perfect for him. He cocks an eyebrow and starts to go faster, the inhuman pace making the nastiest of sounds you can't believe it's your pussy squelching like that.
"oh, so you do like it?" He scoffs, almost speaking in differently from your little fit. He watches as your wetness soaked him and listened to the sounds of 'pat, pat, pat!!' and lewd swishing sounds.
"m' gonna, gonna c-cum! M' cumming—" You babble on uselessly until you cream around his skilled fingers, the milky liquid making a mess, the cloak below you now getting a taste of your arousal. Sukuna watches you unravel under him, your toes curling and legs jolting, struggling to keep that pretty arch.
"atta girl, such a pretty mess."
He gives you no time to readjust to relaxing from your recent orgasm, he already positioned himself behind you, sitting on his knees.
Sukuna quickly begins to stroke his cock lazily, leaving his second cock neglected for now. He only presses his tip against your cunt.
You find yourself with your back forcefully arched by one large hand pressing you down, face in his cloak, feeling his wet tip teasing your cunt and sliding to meet your clit. Every touch makes you jolt, tears still coming. "'kuna..." you sob uselessly, gripping the cloak below you. You cotton tail twitches with every smack he lands on your ass, making it red and marked his. He snickers before leaning his crushing weight onto you, voice in your ear. "What is it, bunny?" He flashes his sharp fangs, grazing your shoulder.
"gimmie..."
The simple word let's him know what you mean. He leaned back, a throaty and degrading laugh rumbling in his chest. "You were begging for me to stop, right? Now someone can't wait for it?"
Despite his words and acting like he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, he lazily strokes his cock before he angles it up with your awaiting cunt. For all of his rough manhandling and groping, he was actually trying to make sure his tip could at least sink in before he started to completely ruin you. He could hear the sounds of you struggling, which honestly only disappointed him because he wasn't even using any force. Was he going to have to baby you?
Finally, he gets to sink half of his length inside of that sticky and warm mess, groaning at the satisfaction of feeling you around him. You were so tiny and tight, it was a perfect combination for someone like him who just wanted his cock to be strangled by the perfect cunt.
Your thighs quiver, the new feeling of some monstrous size deep inside. You never had it this good, pussy so full of cock your juices dripped out because there was no room. Your eyes shut, trying to stop your cunt from fluttering deliciously around him.
"wan' it?" He asks teasingly, more like tormenting, grabbing a good amount of flesh from your plump ass. You nod frantically, finally wanted to see what it feels like to have someone this big, let alone have two cocks this big. Your answer doesn't surprise him much, it only took a few minutes and you were already on his side. "Then work for it. Fuck yourself on my cock."
You whined into the cloak, feeling hot and sweaty besides the cold weather outside. You slowly shifted your body forward, rocking against the ground and your knees, making his cock pop out. You back it up on him, feeling him hit your cervix as he sinks into your inviting pussy once again. You couldn't help but moan and shudder every time you could feel your cervix being threatened to be broken.
You took advantage of this small moment of control, making sure you moved your hips slowly off of his cock, a small sticky coating sound filling your ears with more possible lewd thoughts. You needed time to adjust.
Sukuna groans, feeling proud of you. He playfully tapped your ass with a smirk, watching your body rock back and forth against his cock. "Atta girl, fuck, you got it." He taps your ass more, loving how it jiggles and all the redness left over from his spankings.
You continue to fuck yourself into him like a toy, but you were going slowly. It was all too big, you could feel him so wrongly. It was absolutely sinful. It felt raw, so raw that it burnt if you made his cock stroke your insides wrong.
He groans again, but this time it was because he was frustrated. Why did you have to go so slow?
"Can't you speed up?" His hands travel up to the back of your neck, his middle finger pressing hard against your nape. Your ears fold down to your skull again, and you could tell this groan wasn't something good. You try to turn your head to look back at him, the way you pout and look for validation for your work was so cute. The way your ears will shrink down because he sounded disappointed, how your cotton tail was moving.
"I knew I shouldn't leave things to slutty rabbit like you." He places two hands on your hips. He snaps his hips forward into yours, causing your body to lifelessly bounce forward from his force.
"N-ngh, hmph!" You muffle your moans, your eyes finally opening once again as you feel the pleasure and pain.
Sukuna grinned at the sight, not wasting any time to finally get his second dick wet. He grabbed his other cock and quickly spreaded his precum all over the length of him before he was able to slide into your anus without any warning. The double penetration left you moaning, sobbing, and whimpering. You tried to move your hips away from him, feeling as his thrust slowly started to get more aggressive.
"Nuh-uh, bunny. Stay here, be a good girl." he delivers another painful smack against your ass for trying to run away from his cock, literally.
Your body kept jolting forward with every calculated and painful thrust of his cock deep inside, stroking your G-spot repetitively, making you see stars. You tried to grip onto the cloak below you, desperately needing something to hold for comfort. You couldn't help but feel so weak, you had a monster above you. You were just a tiny little bunny.
"s-slow doowwnn..." you whine, raising your head up so your voice could be heard, even if most of it was just incohesive noise and moaning, blabbers of his name like a chant.
Your request fall to deaf ears. He was too engrossed with how amazing your cunt was sucking him back in, your anus, and the view of such a tiny little bunny below him.
You feel a familiar knot building up inside of your stomach, and you can feel yourself slowly starting to ruin your perfect arch. Again, it was like you were trying to run away from the cocks. Your anus felt so full, you never had anything up there, not even your own fingers. You never knew how amazing good feel to have two holes occupied.
There was just one difference.
It felt so much more intense than a normal orgasm. You couldn't tell what was going to happen, for a second you felt like you had to pee. Your cunt started to spasm aggressively; never had Sukuna felt someone so eager to cum (unless it was rut season), and he fucked many hybrids.
You couldn't even process any words, no sort of warning came out. The only thing that did come out was a long gush of clear, sticky liquid absolutely ruining his happy trail and pelvis. Oh, and his cock? Soaked.
His eyes widen in shock, yet he was so proud of you in his own twisted ways. He rubbed over your sore ass, a smile if that was almost full of disbelief that you just squirted all over him like that. "You just squirted on me, slutty girl."
He most definitely has to make fun of you.
"little messy bunny, pussy just felt so good had to tap out?"
You find a good grip onto the cloak below you that was now soaked in your squirt. Your little cunnie continued to pleasure his cock, you very inexperienced anus getting abused, mind just full of his name and his cock, your sensitive body going crazy, making your toes curl. Your bunny ears perk up, voice desperate as you keep trying to run away from his cock—
"you can't just stay fuckin' still?" He growls and presses his hand hard on your back, breaking your arch and making your knees fumble, having you pressed flushed against the cloak, the cold ground more evident to your skin. He leans his weight over you, cocks still finding a way to work into both holes.
"'kuna, p-please, no—no more, no more..." you cry out, rosey and cute cheeks stained with tears.
"sh, just take my cocks. Take 'em, cum all over me." His tone almost changed and he gazed at how helpless you look, feeling an urge to... Bite you. He leaned more of his weight on top of you, making your eyes shot open—how close can he get? His fluffy tail comes around and wraps you up near him, fur tickling your sides. He allows his tail to slip under your body—he lifted you up real quick—and held you close.
He fucked into you with more focus now, focused on you. Those moans and how you were so small under him, he felt the power and the urge to bite you, make you cry, cream, squirt, beg, to protect you... Yeah, he wants you. So bad.
Sukuna growls lowly, his breathing becoming more heavy, what you can only assume as a sign he's close to cumming. He stiffens his cocks into both your holes, filling them both at the same time, his steamy seed flowing in white ropes in you, making you shudder. He filled you deep; his plans to breed you to keep you closer to him.
You limped like a doll on the cloak, naked and cummed stuffed in you. Sukuna's large hand runs down your body and grabs you cotton tail again, lifting your ass up, your lower body propped up for his eyes. You didn't even make much of a fuss, only muttering "m' so full 'kuna..."
He watches his cum leaking out your two used holes, seeing how much he stretched them out from his ministrations. He unwraps his tail from your body, which was once warm and the cold air ruined it, and he pulled you to him. He grabbed his cloak, your juices all over it, and wrapped it around your nude body.
"you enjoyed it? See, now all that fuckin' fighting was useless." He coos as he walked you away from the sex scene, his cum trailing down your thighs and dripping in the snow. All you do is nod on response, nuzzling into his chest. He looks down at your lazy state, looking fucked out after all of that fun.
"you'll come with me bunny. I'll eat my cum out at my place."
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Should I make this a series? I wanna start a series so baaad
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MDNI, Mentions of sex but no smut, violence.
Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who’s scow immediately returned to his face as soon as you and your daughter were out of sight. Wasting no time to march to the elevator and hit the button to your floor.
Baby daddy!Miguel who couldn’t help but let out a scoff in disgust when he turned the corner of your hall and saw Henry sitting on the floor against your door. Not noticing until he was close enough that he was passed out, head lulled to the side, and an occasional snores leaving him as Miguel glared down at him.
Baby daddy!Miguel who had to resist the urge to wake him up with a swift punch in the face, and not stop until he wasn’t conscious again.
Baby daddy!Miguel that opted to instead nudged him with the side of his foot. Wanting to see what bullshit he’s spew out first.
—
What you ever say in this guy, Miguel will never understand, what you’d see in any guy that wasn’t him he’d never understand. Although to be fair, when you were with him, he probably wasn’t as pitiful looking as this.
“Not so much of a cocky ass now huh?” He couldn’t help but mumble to himself before taking the heel end of his foot and nudged the smaller male's knee. “Wake up.”
After a few more nudges, Henry woke with a loud snore, droopy eyes looking around in confusion before he finally noticed the legs in front of him. Neck cracking up slowly until he was met with the sight of Miguel’s body hulking over him. The overhead lights casting a shadow over his face so he couldn’t read his expression, and if Henry was just a tad bit less drunk, he’d feel the death-like glare being casted on him.
“Where’s (Y/N)?” He slurred, remembering why he was outside your door in the first place.
“None of your business.” Miguel retorted, hands crossing in front of his chest. Despite his scary guard dog aura, Henry tsked in annoyance as he began to stand.
“I think knowing where my girlfriend is my business-“
“She’s not your girlfriend anymore.”
Silence filled the air as Henry was finally able to get himself up on two feet, before a scoff left his lips.
“She already told you. I’m not surprised.” Now it was Miguel’s turn to scoff.
“Of course she told me. I'm the father of her child-“
“I knew something had to still be going on with you two.” Henry’s finger jabbed into Miguel’s chest, his drunken slurring forming into a bit of a hiss. Not phasing the bored look on Miguel’s face. “I’m not fucking blind, I’ve seen the way you looked at her. You’re still in love with her.”
“Look, I’m not wanting to cause any problems,” that’s a lie, “but it’s obvious you’ve had too much to drink and are just talking nonsense. She doesn’t want to see you, alright? So how about you walk away and leave her and my daughter alone.” Miguel spoke calmly, not denying the allegations thrown his way before they both knew it was true.
Miguel’s hand found its way to Henry’s back, not-so-gently pushing him towards the elevator and away from your front door.
“I’m not stupid as you think I am, man.” Henry retorted, planting his heels into the wooden floor to stop himself, before turning around to face Miguel again. “You’re not over her, you don’t think I knew what you were doing at the barbecue when you were dancing with her? Practically fucking her in front of me.” Miguel’s jaw clenched to keep himself from acting irrationally as Henry hissed at him like a dog ready to attack. “The way you always try to one up me in front of her. I’ve seen your messages to her, the old photos, the Spanish nicknames-.”
“Alright that’s enough dude.” Miguel interrupted him. Tone returning to its harsher original one.
“I’m not surprised the minute the opportunity comes, she runs back to your ass!” Henry shoved against Miguel, causing no recoil from the larger man.
“I’m not the one who cheated on her.” Miguel snapped back.
“Yeah, but you were just waiting for the opportunity for me to fuck up. Look like some…knight in shining armor.”
“Okay, man let’s go. You’re not gonna be able to finish this fight. Go home.” That’s when he felt it, a harsh pain on the side of his face. He didn’t realize till he touched his cheekbone and hissed at the throbbing sensation that came from the area that had transpired.
Henry just punched him in the face.
“I wanted to be nice. You already put her through a lot of shit in the past few days.” He mumbled as he rubbed the stop that was sure to bruise black and blue. “But you decided to make this more difficult for yourself.”
Henry didn’t have a chance to reply before his back collided with the wall, air being knocked out from his lungs as Miguel’s hands found their way to Henry's throat.
“You wanna know what happened the night she caught your ass sleeping with another girl?” The question was rhetorical.
“…What?” Henry asked, voice meek under the weight of Miguel’s hands.
“I got her to stop crying, comforted her… got her some food… then I started fucking her till she starts to cry again.”
“You son of-“ Henry began, trying to thrash his way out from under Migue, only to have more pressure applied to his throat. He quickly stopped when he felt himself become light headed, arms that were around Miguel’s wrist drop back down to his sides, and a cough left his throat when the hands around his neck loosened slightly so he could breathe a bit more properly again.
“You’re gonna shut up and listen, and listen good.” Miguel began, his voice dropping down to just above a whisper. Allowing Henry to let out a frantic nod before continuing. “I was the one who comforted her when you fucked up and broke her heart. I was the one who was there to pick up the pieces, not you. I’m the only one who knows her better than she knows herself. I’m the father of her child, me. It was always gonna be me. You weren’t the one who changed her baby’s diapers, you weren’t the one who taught Gabi to ride a bike, you weren’t there for her like I was. You never will, because when it comes down to it, she’ll pick me over you, every. damn. time.”
Miguel didn’t know what felt better, finally getting Henry to shit his smug ass up, for being able to get all his frustrated thoughts out in words.
“She’s mine, she’s always been mine, she's always going to be mine. So don’t for another second, think that you can just walk back into her life and act like you own her. You don’t own shit, you understand?” Miguel finally ended his rant, eyes narrowed as he waited for Henry’s response. Satisfaction flowing through his veins when the smaller male looked like he had just just been face to face with the grim reaper himself.
“I-yeah, yes-I understand.” Henry finally stuttered, face paled, and eyes wide.
“Good, now I want you to walk out of this building, and walk out of her life. If I see you or hear you trying to talk to her ever again, I’m not gonna do as much talking next time.”
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PLEASE MAKE MORE FRANKENSTEIN SHIT I NEED IT
It took a while, but here's more sweet (but filthy) smut for you, anon.
M Frankenstein’s Creature x AFAB Reader
MDNI, 18+ NSFW
Title: Wait
Content: edging, oral sex (fellatio and cunnilingus), penetrative sex, praise, light somno, thigh fucking.
You wake up in your bed, which is a surprise because last night you fell asleep on the floor, pinned under Francis. He must have lifted you and took you to bed after. You ache, in a pleasant, well-used way.
After washing and dressing, you look out the window and see the distant figure of Francis, weeding in the fields.
There is porridge laid out under a covered bowl on the kitchen table. After eating your fill, you wander outside.
Francis is sitting against a tree stump at the edge of the field, his head tilted up to the sun. It’s not often you can look at him without him looking back, so you drink in the sight of him. His long limbs, the breadth of his chest, the scars and stitches that litter his skin. On another man the scars would indicate weakness, loss – but you know those scars are what put him together and gave him life, so you admire them.
He doesn’t open his eyes until your body blocks the sun on his face. His odd-coloured eyes scan across your face. His expression turns nervous. You bend to kiss him then, to wipe the expression off his face, and his hands settle and stroke across your hair.
“Good morning,” you say when the kiss ends.
As he replies, you take the chance to sink to your knees and part his legs so you can settle between his thighs. You nuzzle your face across his crotch and pull his cock out of his trousers so you can lick and suck him to hardness.
Every time you look up you see his eyes intent on you. It makes your cunt warm and become slick. You moan at the feeling of Francis’ thick cock filling your mouth as you bob your head, trying to take more each time. The vibration makes his hips jerk into you. “Fuck my face, please,” you whine as you pop his dick out of his mouth to rub it against your lips.
He follows your instructions, a hand on the back of your head, pressing you down on his cock. Giving up control and letting him set the pace, makes your cunt throb and you cup your free hand against it: whether to relieve of increase the pressure you’re not sure. He thrusts hard and you feel his cock spit cum into your mouth. You swallow, and then draw off his dick, breath ragged, and settle your head against his thigh.
When Francis reaches to pull you up and grabs your skirt to lift it, you step away.
“I want you to fuck me in a bed, tonight,” you say. The hot aching feeling in your cunt that would welcome his fingers, his mouth or his cock, but you’re content to let it simmer for now.
He grunts his frustration but lets you after kissing you, deeply. It feels like there’s a promise of what he will do to you tonight: his hands pulling you close and his tongue brushing against yours.
Francis watches you all the way back to the house.
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Lunch time comes and you shout out to the fields for Francis to join you.
You kiss in between eating and discuss your days so far. It’s so sweet you can almost forget the liquid heating pooling in your crotch.
Francis waits until the table is cleared and then takes you by the waist, backs you into it and turns you around so he can hike up your skirt.
“I’ve been thinking about what you did with your mouth all morning. Let me return the favour,” Francis says. You let him pull down your underwear and widen your stance so he can trace a finger along your cunt lips, gathering slick.
“You’re so wet,” he says. “Leaking before I’ve even put a finger in you.”
In that moment, all you want is for him to plunge those fingers inside and crook against the spot inside you that you know will make your knees buckle. But you find yourself saying, “I want to wait. For tonight. Fuck my thighs now.”
There’s a pause, and you would be happy whether he obeyed or did not, but there is a strange thrill when you feel the already leaking head of his cock push against and then through the gap in your thighs.
His hands settle on your hips, and the pace he sets is brutal. Rough deep thrusts through between your thighs. When you clench them tighter, he moans, and seconds later pulls out of their grip. You can hear the sound as he strips his cock roughly in one hand and then, at his groan of satisfaction, you feel his cum splatter against your ass cheeks and drip down. He leans close over you then, and your legs part, expecting his fingers on your clit, in your cunt, but he only presses a kiss to the bowed back of your neck. You hear a shifting of fabric as he rights himself, and the door opens and then closes.
It’s some time before you can rise from the table.
+++
When the day is finally done, you wash and crawl into bed, naked.
Hot with anticipation, you splay your legs to avoid the temptation to clench your thighs on the ache between them. You’re waiting for Francis to join you after checking the animals in the barn are settled for the night.
The blankets over you are so warm and you are so comfortable, you doze off, although you don’t mean to.
Drifting in that sweet half sleep you feel the blanket being tugged down. Large, warm hands trace across your skin from your neck to your nipples, from your belly to your thighs. You arch into the touch. When the hands part your thighs and you feel a mouth press against your cunt, the shock of pleasure draws you back to full consciousness.
Francis is between your thighs, his tongue swiping over and over against your pussy and clit. You begin to wriggle, and he pulls your legs over his shoulders to hold you open and wide for him. You feel him moan against your cunt and come with all the force of someone who has denied themselves all day, shaking and tight-muscled, and then limp in the aftershocks.
He sits up and pulls you into his lap, and you lower yourself, inch by aching inch onto the hard length of his cock until he is fully seated inside you, your cunt lips stretched wide around the girth of him. You begin to rock, and little gasps push past your lips at the feeling of fullness. This is what you’ve wanted all day, his dick stretching the walls of your cunt. Wide hands on your waist pull you up so only the tip of his cock is still buried in you, and then back down until he sheaths his full length back in you. You can hear the wet squelch of each thrust.
“So good, so tight for me,” Francis mutters into your neck.
The rhythm of his thrusts is punishing, and you whimper and moan open-mouthed into the skin of his neck. He pushes you back to the bed and pulls your legs high and wide. The look of animal desire as he takes in the whole of you makes you tremble. When he drives his cock back into you with one swift thrust, you come again, thighs shaking in his grasp. At the clench of your walls around him, Francis’s rhythm becomes ragged, and you feel overcome as pleasure sparks still with each plunge of his cock. After a few wild thrusts, you feel him stop, pushed as deep as he can in your cunt, and flood it with his cum.
Flopping over your body, so you are covered completely by his warm, sweat-damp skin, Francis asks, “Was it worth the wait?”
You mumble a noise of agreement, unable to make words, and Francis huffs a laugh and draws back to kiss you, soft and deep.
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BAD OMENS | ✧⁺。
Pairing: Mattheo riddle x reader
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Warning : angst .
The moon cast its silvery glow over the Hogwarts grounds as you stood beneath the towering walls of the castle, your heart heavy with uncertainty. Mattheo Riddle stood beside you, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of reassurance.
"So this is where we are," you whispered, the words hanging heavy in the night air. "I should've seen it coming."
Mattheo's gaze softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. "Every time we say goodbye, I say hello again," he replied, his voice tinged with regret.
You felt a lump form in your throat as you gazed into his eyes, the pain of knowing that your love was destined to end in heartbreak weighing heavily on your shoulders.
"I cried in your dark brown eyes for the thousandth time," you confessed, tears welling up in your own eyes. "Because you love somebody else."
Mattheo's hand reached out to brush away a tear from your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I died when you left that night for the thousandth time," he whispered, his voice filled with sorrow. "Because you love somebody else."
You tried to stop the door as it was closing, but it was too late. The distance between you grew with each passing moment, the chasm widening until it felt impossible to bridge.
"Can't help the way I keep ignoring every omen," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "Every omen."
Mattheo's hand tightened around yours, his grip firm and reassuring. "Heaven knows I should let go," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hope. "It's nothing that I don't already know."
But even as you spoke the words, you knew that letting go was easier said than done. The love you shared with Mattheo was a bond that transcended time and space, a connection that couldn't be broken by mere words or actions.
"We go 'round again, we jump back in bed," Mattheo murmured, his voice barely audible above the sound of your beating hearts. "That's what you do when you love somebody."
You nodded in agreement, knowing that despite the pain and heartache, you would always find your way back to each other. For in the depths of your soul, you knew that your love for Mattheo was worth fighting for, worth holding onto, no matter the cost.
"These bad omens, I look right through them," you whispered, a glimmer of hope shining in your eyes. "That's what you do when you love somebody."
And as you melted into Mattheo's embrace, the darkness that had clouded your mind lifted, replaced by a warmth and light that could only be found in the arms of the one you loved.
For in the shadows of your love, you found your sanctuary, your salvation, your reason to believe that even in the darkest of times, love would always prevail.
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The Rare Bookseller Part 52: The Maestro's Correction
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tw: mind control, body control, burns, hand whump, whipping, blindness, abuse, blood drinking
October 1925
Alexander stood and bowed low as the Maestro entered the music room, trailed by Oliver in eerily perfect synchronization. "Good evening, sire. I hope you are well."
"I also hope I am well. That depends largely on your hospitality, I'm afraid," he said. "Let us begin by examining your new acquisition in more detail."
"Certainly, sire."
No, no, no -- it took all of Oliver's self-control to not fight as the Maestro sat down on the padded bench and forced him into a submissive kneel. The hook and eye on his dress was undone, and Oliver's dread rose. What did he mean by examining in more detail…?
It was somewhat of a relief when those stony eyes focused on the brand on his chest. "Slipshod. The edges are clearly uneven. The symbol will hardly be readable." The Maestro looked up. "It's obviously your work, Alexander. If you had coerced Lily into fulfilling your obligation, as you were no doubt tempted to do, it wouldn't be in such a sorry state."
"Yes, sire."
"Your thrall is permanently marred, the results of your task an abject disappointment, and all you have to say in response is 'yes, sire'," said the Maestro, his tone like a knife pressed against Alexander's neck. "When I attended the ballet, your thrall informed me that you are allowing him a great deal of freedom, as well, are you not?"
"Yes, sire."
Oliver couldn't turn around, but he could hear the despondence in Alexander's voice. This had been his fault, hadn't it? He should have covered for his master. But Alexander had warned him in no uncertain terms to be honest. What was the correct action? Was there even a correct action?
"Because your thrall is otherwise so obedient, I feel inclined to only impose a light punishment this time."
"Thank you, sire."
The Maestro indicated a fat candle sitting on the end table, its flames providing the only cheer and warmth in the room. "Place your hand in the candle's flame until I am satisifed."
"Yes, sire."
"No!" The choked cry came from Oliver's mouth before he could stop himself. He wrenched his head out of the Maestro's grasp just enough to see Alexander's shock, his hand hovering dangerously near the flames.
"Oh?" Oliver's head was snapped back to look in the Maestro's eyes, filled with a cold fury. "You disagree with my judgement?"
"No, no, sir, I don't --"
The Maestro slapped him across the face hard. "You disagree with my judgement and then you lie to compound it," he said, rage in every note of his musical voice. "You do this out of loyalty, no doubt. My misguided children seek companionship among humankind, and value loyalty over obedience. A flaw I have not yet burned out of them."
Oliver trembled as the Maestro took his right hand. The vampire's hands were colder than ice and smooth as porcelain. He ran his finger's down Oliver's palm in a way that might have been tender in other circumstances. "Do you play any instruments, child?"
He was thinking of burning Oliver's hands, wasn't he? Oliver desperately wished he could answer yes to that question, in the hopes that he would be spared, but the blossoming bruise on his cheek warned him otherwise. "No, sir."
"Are you clever with your hands?"
Oliver thought back to the many evenings he'd spent repairing the bindings of antique books and mending his worn clothes. "I believe so, sir."
"I see." The Maestro turned over Oliver's hands in his own. "Human hands can be permanently damaged. A shame, truly. Mutilating your hands before you've been given the opportunity to prove yourself useful would be a waste at this time, as would any corrective action that spills excessive blood."
Oliver wasn't sure if he should be relieved by that. "…Thank you, sir?"
"You have an obedient soul. I'm not wrong about such matters," said the Maestro. "It is your master's lack of discipline that is to blame for your insubordination. Therefore, I will not punish you."
"You won't, sir?" Oliver would have found this mercy difficult to believe even if he didn't notice Alexander tensing.
"You don't want to watch your master's punishment, do you?"
"No, sir."
"Then look into my eyes, child. Deep, deep into my eyes."
He didn't have a choice, as the Maestro's power drew his gaze upwards and locked it there before he fully realized what was happening.
"Deeper. Lose yourself."
There was a disconcerted ticking noise in Oliver's head, as though his ear were pressed to a clock, and he realized in terror that he was being enthralled, the power like chains wrapping around his mind. Despite Alexander's many warnings and his own resolve to be obedient and avoid trouble, Oliver couldn't help the urge to pull against it. It was bad enough to have to give over his body. The idea of this cruel vampire invading his mind was too much to bear.
But it was already too late. Oliver was already trapped in his eyes. As the ticking of the clock gradually slowed like a mechanical toy winding down, his thoughts slowed too, his vision engulfed by the cold oblivion of the Maestro's gaze.
"Close your eyes down. Tight. As tight as they can."
"Yes, sir." Oliver's eyes obediently shut, sparing him the weight of that gaze, but doing nothing to free his mind.
"I am placing lead weights on each one. Weights that are far too heavy to allow you to open your eyes on your own." A cold finger tapped each of Oliver's eyelids. "Only I can move these weights. You will not open your eyes again until I allow it."
"Yes, sir."
"Wake."
That crisp snap sounded next to Oliver's ear, and he felt the chains on his mind lift, but he did not open his eyes. Could not. Oliver couldn't help but be confused. The Maestro had full control of his body. Why go through the trouble just to make him shut his eyes?
There was one obvious, awful possibility: because he did not intend for Oliver to open his eyes ever again.
"Now that that's settled, you may take your punishment, Alexander," the Maestro said.
Oliver was forced back into a kneeling position and the Maestro placed one hand atop his head. He heard several steps across the wood floor, and then absolute silence.
Was his master actually burning his hand in the candle's flame? There was no sound at all, no cries of pain from Alexander, not even the sound of breathing. The only thing tethering Oliver to the world was that hand on top of his head. As much as Oliver would hate to see or hear his master in pain, the deathly silence and darkness and suspense made it so much worse.
And just as Oliver thought he couldn't take it any more, he smelled what he desperately hoped was not the scent of charred flesh. His spirit cried out to do something, anything, to help his master, but blinded and bound as he was, there was nothing he could do.
"Enough," said the Maestro, after what seemed like an eternity. "I grow weary of watching you disappoint me. Alexander, play."
Play? Alexander's sire couldn't possibly expect him to play an instrument with a ruined hand. Yet Oliver could hear Alexander sit down at the piano bench and begin to play a piece which obviously involved a great deal of intricate fingerwork. Perhaps his hand was not that damaged after all -- but the smell in the air said otherwise.
He didn't have long to sit and enjoy the music (as much as he could under the circumstances) because the Maestro stood and pulled Oliver up, leading him in a dance. Oliver couldn't see and didn't know the steps, but he didn't have to, as his body was once again puppeted without his input, gliding across the room with a grace that was not his own, his trembling hand trapped in that cold porcelain grasp.
"One," intoned the Maestro. "Two." Several beats of music. "Three."
Oliver didn't know what it meant. Swirling around the music room with his eyes shut tight, his anxiety was reaching a fever pitch, making it difficult for him to relax enough to allow his body to sink into the control.
"Four. Five."
He was counting the mistakes, Oliver realized. Every moment his concentration broke, his body was fighting just the smallest bit against the unwanted intrusion. Each time that happened, he would slightly miss a step, or pull against the Maestro's grip.
"Eleven. Twelve."
He couldn't focus. He couldn't follow. He couldn't stop his treacherous body from rebelling against being made the plaything of the implacable vampire in front of him. And the number was climbing.
"Twenty-two." The Maestro released his grip on Oliver, who reeled backwards. "You may stop now, Alexander. Do you see now what I was talking about? He has obedience, but lacks discipline."
"Yes, sire." Alexander sounded as dead inside as he was metaphysically.
"Try not to spill blood unnecessarily when you administer the punishment. I finally find myself with an appetite."
"Yes, sire."
Oliver didn't have to wait long to know what the punishment was. Once more, he was kneeling, and he felt a sharp blow from a thin implement sting his back. It was followed by another, and another, and although Oliver was being kept from movement, he couldn't help but cry. The anticipation of each blow was as bad as the pain, and his back felt like it was on fire.
"That's twenty-two, sire."
"Your hand was light," said the Maestro. "No matter. You had three mistakes in your playing."
He heard Alexander kneeling beside him. The blows the Maestro delivered to Alexander's back rang out through the music room, unmistakable.
"Now that that unfortunate business has been taken care of," said the Maestro as casually as though he'd been discussing an unpleasant chore, "I will take my meal."
Oliver felt every muscle in his body tense, despite the control holding him. It was wrong, wrong, wrong for anyone but his master to drink his blood, but everything about this evening had been wrong.
And it was made even worse by the fact that Oliver couldn't see what the Maestro was doing, when the bite was coming for him. All he could feel was a hand on his head and a thick vampiric aura enveloping his mind. It felt strangely empty. Not like desire or hunger or pleasure, like Oliver had always felt with his master. No, the Maestro's aura was purely about control and practicality, freezing him in position so that he could be fed from. Oliver couldn't even tilt his neck as he'd been trained.
At least a feeding wouldn't be so bad, compared to everything that had happened so far, Oliver reasoned. Miss Lily had instilled in him the craving to provide for a vampire, and the feedings he'd experienced so far had been pleasant, even euphoric. He'd been dreading it previously, but now it actually be a relief.
At least, it seemed like a relief until the Maestro's slender fangs sunk into the flesh of his neck.
Oliver gasped in surprise and pain. It hurt, agony radiating from the bite, and the sensation of teeth in his muscles was deeply violating, not to mention the uncomfortable suction of his blood being consumed. His world narrowed down to nothing but the awful, aching wound, his body spasming with the need to escape from the predator, frozen in place by unnatural means.
It hurt, of course it hurt. He should have known better than to think this might be a relief. Alexander always put him under a gentle spell of sleep and submission and pleasure as he fed, a spell that kept Oliver from feeling any of the pain that would naturally accompany his neck being bitten. Of course the Maestro would not do that, would instead relish his suffering.
As his master's sire drank his blood, his thoughts began to overpower Oliver's own, and he found…
Nothingness.
A pitch black sky with no stars or moon or clouds. An empty field devoid of life as far as the eye could see. A bitter chill sapping the strength and cheer from his very marrow.
Order. Solitude. Misery.
The inky sky rushed to meet him, to swallow him in oblivion, and Oliver thought he might be dying.
"Oliver?"
He was floating back up through the darkness, tethered by his master's voice.
"Oliver? Oliver, please wake up."
"I'm awake, sir," he said, trying to open his eyes and finding that he couldn't, the memories of what had transpired rushing back to him. He couldn't open his eyes at all, the imaginary lead weights keeping them firmly shut. He could tell that he was laid out on the padded bench, cradled gently in what he hoped was his master's arms. His back hurt and his cheek stung and the wound on his neck was intensely uncomfortable… but he was alive. "I can't…" he said, panic rising. "I can't open my eyes, sir. Is he still here? Is it over?"
"He's gone. He probably won't trouble us for some time," Alexander said. "You were brilliant, Oliver. A picture perfect thrall. I wish you didn't have to go through any of that, but you handled it all so well."
Praise from his master cut through some of Oliver's fear and pain. "Will I be able to open my eyes again, sir?"
"Yes, you will, I promise. Hypnotic commands usually fade away on their own if they're not reinforced."
"How long will that take, sir?" said Oliver. Despite the welcome reassurance that this wouldn't be forever, his mind was already filling with anxiety over how he would be able to live. How could he find his way around the expansive manor while blinded? How long would he have to go without reading?
"Well… my sire's very powerful, as I'm sure you know, and you're…"
"Weak, sir?"
"I wasn't going to say weak. You take to enthrallment very well, which has nothing to do with mental weakness, believe it or not. And it's a trait I find endearing, but unfortunately in this case it might be a problem. It could last a month, maybe more…"
Oliver's heart clenched at the idea of weeks in the dark. How could he even take care of himself? Would he be able to cook or bathe? Would he need his master to help him do all of those things? Would Alexander help him?
"…but don't worry!" said Alexander hastily, running a hand through Oliver's hair. "I'll take you to see Lily first thing tomorrow night. She can usually undo things like that, especially considering the grip she has on your mind already."
Oliver never thought he'd be so grateful for Miss Lily. "Thank you, sir. I hope it isn't too much trouble."
"It's no trouble at all. You endured all of this for me. Helping undo my sire's damage is the least I can do. Speaking of which, I've already bandaged your neck, but I should tend to the wounds on your back and make sure they aren't too serious. I could get some ice from the icebox for your face, as well."
"But what about your hand, sir? Did you actually…"
"Yes. It will heal on its own, and I can clean and bandage it later. You don't need to concern yourself with it. I wish to tend to you."
Blinded and in pain, Oliver couldn't bring himself to argue with that. "Thank you, sir."
"I can't easily undo my sire's work, but I can help ease your pain with my song. Would you like that?"
"Yes, very much, sir."
His master began to sing, and his voice was like a lifeline in the dark, soothing and relaxing him and making him feel like everything would be okay, even if it very much wasn't.
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We were flyin', but we'd never get far (Anakin Skywalker x F!reader)
Warnings: death, angst, sad ending
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She sat with her head in her hands, the Jedi code said not to form attachments, but when you help raise a child, how else are you supposed to deal with the loss. This was war, and in the last battle she had lost her Padawan and half her battalion. She felt she had failed as a master, failed as a General, Failed as a Jedi. She hardly noticed when someone sat next to her, quietly supporting her.
“It’s not your fault, you know.” The familiar voice of Anakin reaches her ears, they had trained together in the years before the war, It was the best of times, when they were young and naïve. The days that they were carefree.
“You didn't see it, you weren’t there, I…I couldn’t save them…I should have…” She started to cry again, the sobs wrecking her body, she couldn’t hold them back. She couldn’t stop it. She was surprised when suddenly she was wrapped in his embrace.
“Its. Not. Your. Fault.” He says decisively holding her tight. She buried her face in his shoulder as she cries. He rubs her back in a circular motion, holding her tight. Anakin can’t bring himself, to leave her side for several days. Watching as she continues to fall apart at the seams. However it isn’t until the last chance that he realizes shes too far gone. He went to check on her one night to find her room empty, her things tossed around and her lightsabers left on the bed. He bolted out of the room searching for her. Just as he was about to go to find someone to help the search he found her, entering the hangar, a pack over her back and her eyes on the horizon. He called her name and rushed to her side. She turns to look at him, she had been caught.
“What are you doing?” Anakin asked, his voice filled with worry and exasperation, He didn’t understand what was happening where she was going. She hesitates, her eyes never meeting his.
“I’m leaving.” She says, confirming his worst fear. Her voice was so steady so sure.
“What. What do you mean you’re leaving?”
“I have been thinking about it for a while. I needed a reason. I couldn’t abandon my men, My Padawan, But they-” She takes a deep breath, willing herself not to cry again. “They don’t need me anymore.”
“What about me? What if I need you?” Anakin asked panicked, grabbing her hand. Anakin was not very good at keeping attachment out of the picture, and he took her leaving personally. She shook her head, squeezing his hand.
“Oh Ani. Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, I don’t fit in here, I never have.” She speaks softly, he recognized this tone, the tone she uses when comforting Younglings who scraped their knee, or with a lost child. He can see it clearly, she was meant to be a mother, a wife, someone who could love and care for others. In that life, would he have been able to love her openly? Would they have known each other? It was the great escape, the fantasy in his head where he could have lived that life instead. The one where they were happy. In another time. Another place, another lifetime. He looks around, no one in sight. He pulls her into his arms.
“I wish you would stay. Or I wish I could go with you.” He confesses, his embrace is warm. She wishes that was the way their life would go. That she didn’t need to run that she didn’t need to get away.
“I know. I’m sorry it can’t be that way. I need to feel the light of freedom on my face...” She softly says while pulling away from him. She starts to walk away, he reaches out and grabs her hand.
“If you miss me…Just…Think about the place where you first met me, and I’ll be there. Waiting.” He says this with a knot in his throat, ready to shead a few tears of his own. She gives him a sad smile, a lingering glance, and a final pulse on his hand. She walks away, and gets a few feet away before looking back, her voice reaches his ears one last time.
“Should've known I'd be the first to leave…”
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spencer having his partner on a smosh live stream! and it ends with them announcing they are getting married
you are officially tee hee best anon the og love of my life. also i took some creative liberties with this one so i hope you still enjoy!!
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gender neutral btw!!
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The Smosh studio was alive with chatter and laughter as the crew prepared for their clay sculpting live stream. Bright lights illuminated the table covered with an array of clay colors, sculpting tools, and creative reference materials. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the chat filled with excited fans.
"Are we live? Oh damn! Hey, hey, hey! Welcome, everyone, to another Thursday games stream!" Spencer Agnew's energetic voice greeted the camera. "We've got a special treat today because my partner, the incredible Y/N, is joining us!"
Everyone’s favorite crew member, Y/N, waved at the camera with a grin, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hey, everyone! I'm so pumped to be here and get crafty with all of you!"
Angela couldn't contain her excitement. "This is gonna be a riot! I can't wait to see what kind of mess we make!"
Shayne, always ready to poke fun at Angela, chuckled. "Hopefully not too much of a mess. Let's keep it somewhat together, Ange.”
Chanse responded extra quickly, “Says you, personally I'm actually trying to make something good.”
“Okay sureee” responded Shayne, sparking the competition for the stream.
“Also, make sure to stay until the end to vote for your favorite creation!” Spencer concluded, letting the chaos begin.
The group dove into their clay projects, each with their unique style. Shayne decided to sculpt a caricature of Ian with exaggerated features, while Angela molded a cat that somehow resembled a bizarre hybrid of horse and dog. Chanse, true to form, meticulously crafted a stunning clay sculpture of a phoenix.
Meanwhile, Spencer worked on something special, exchanging knowing glances with Y/N throughout the stream.
"Spencer, what are you up to over there?" Angela's curious voice broke through the focused concentration of the others.
Spencer grinned mischievously. "You'll have to wait and see, Angela. It's a surprise."
As the stream progressed, the chat buzzed with speculation about Spencer's mysterious creation. Y/N, while focused on their own clay masterpiece, couldn't help stealing glances at Spencer's work, a sense of excitement building.
Finally, it was time to reveal their creations. Shayne proudly displayed his exaggerated Ian sculpture, earning laughs and playful jabs from the others. Angela's chaotic animal mix garnered both confusion and amusement, while Chanse's phoenix drew genuine admiration for its beauty.
"Okay, Spencer, show us what you've been hiding!" Angela exclaimed eagerly.
Spencer carefully unveiled a small clay box, intricately detailed. With a flourish, he opened it to reveal a delicate clay ring nestled inside.
The room fell silent for a moment before Angela burst into laughter. "No way, Spencer! Are you pulling a fake proposal on us?"
Spencer chuckled. "Well, sort of. Y/N, will you pretend marry me with this clay ring?" He winked playfully.
Y/N played along, a grin spreading across their face. "Of course, Spencer. I'll always pretend to marry you."
The rest of the crew erupted into laughter and applause, catching on to the inside joke. Shayne teased, "Looks like Spencer's already whipped!"
Chanse, between fits of laughter, managed to say, "Congratulations, you two. I better be in the bridal party."
Spencer stood up, still holding Y/N's hand. "Actually, this fake proposal is a nod to something real. Y/N and I are getting married!"
The studio went silent in shock until it suddenly filled with cheers, hugs, and congratulations from Angela, Shayne, and Chanse. The chat exploded with excitement and well-wishes from fans.
"We wanted to share this special moment with all of you," Y/N said, smiling at Spencer. "Thank you for being part of our journey."
As the live stream came to an end, the crew continued to celebrate, the playful atmosphere and shared laughter making it a day they would always remember.
“Wait… should we still vote on the best?” Angela asked, willing to fight for her ‘cat’.
Shayne laughed before waving goodbye to the camera, “Yeah I really don’t think we need to.”
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More crap about story rules
I dunno if this is helpful, but I read somewhere that Tumblr is just talking to yourself until someone goes, "Oh, I like this," so here goes. It helps me to get this sort of stuff out and be able to reference back to it.
I'm a novelist. I write speculative fiction, primarily urban fantasy with a dollop of mythopoeia (wanting to lean more towards the mythopoeia, but anyway). Neil is definitely a role model of mine, and has been since I was 19. Terry came a little later for me, in my mid-twenties. I'd read Good Omens by then, but believed Neil had a heavier hand in it than Terry did (Ha!). Once I finally picked up some Discworld, I was hooked for life.
I also recently learned I have ADHD, so not only is traditional institutional academia not my thing, I also have trouble sussing out meaning and details from things unless I have specific instructions on where to look. Once I have that in hand, I often go on a tear and find things that I never imagined were there, and frequently surprise not only myself but others. But I absolutely have to have that first step laid out for me in order to make more of my own.
When I first started writing in the 80s (yes, I'm old), I started looking around for the elusive "story structure" I'd heard about vaguely from other writers. I really couldn't find anything written down about what constitutes the steps of a story, the journey a hero must take for a story to be told start to finish. The other writers I'd heard discuss it didn't have concrete ideas for me (lots of hand-waving and "oh, you know"s), so I figured I'd find it in a book somewhere.
I found a little something about structure from Greek philosophy, but that mainly boiled down to stories needing a "beginning, middle, and end," like, duh, and not a lot about what made those three parts up. As a very basic story-telling model, it is incredibly concrete and important, but it's something we've known for thousands of years by now so it doesn't exactly light up the night sky with insight anymore. It's become such common knowledge that it almost doesn't seem like knowledge. I found more from Joseph Campbell, but a lot of what I found written by him was very airy and sort of dream-like, and hard to follow. So I gave up and muddled along the best I could.
About ten years ago now, I decided to try again, and found a whole ton of stuff written about story structure, from Greek philosophy decoded to Shakespear's five-act structure to The Hero's Journey first talked about by Joseph Campbell to modern Hollywood 3-act structure. Around about 2010 there was an explosion of work done on story structure, and damn if it wasn't eye-opening.
My favorite book so far on structure is The Story Grid by Shawn Coyle, because he has broken down all the various types of structure into very concrete, easy-to-comprehend steps that make sense. He talks about exactly where there is wiggle room, exactly where there is not, the general shape of a story in comparison to the general shape of the five stages of grief, what precisely constitutes a scene and what the sequence of scenes has to be to tell a whole, complete story. (In case you're interested, my next favorite book on structure is Save the Cat! Writes a Novel. It fills in a few holes that The Story Grid misses, and together they make a beautifully complete map of how to tell a good story.)
My favorite, in particular, are the Five Commandments of Storytelling. Each scene, each act (however many you want, I like 4), and the story as a whole, all have to follow the Five Commandments. These are elements that have to be present for a scene to work, and for a story to reach its beginning, middle, and end satisfactorily.
Inciting incident. This is something that happens that forces the main character to change course, take action. It has to be either an Act of God, or another character acting on the main character.
Progressive complications. The main character forms a plan to put life back in order and tries it, but is blocked. They have to regroup and form a new plan. Threes in storytelling are always good, but the main character must be blocked until they reach the Turning Point Complication, where they realize that in order to move forward and have a hope of getting where they want, they must make a hard choice. Often the hard choice is that they must do The One Thing They Didn't Want to Do, though the introduction of new information will drive this decision as well. New information can come from another character, or be realized by the main character as a result of the action.
Crisis. They reach the decision point, where they must choose one thing over another. The decision must be between two irreconcilable good things, where they can't have both; or the lesser of two evils, where they can't escape both. The Crisis can also be boiled down to a "what will they do?" question. They're going to have to pick, but they're going to resist before they choose, and that creates tension which keeps the reader invested.
Climax. They make their choice. It's really that simple. They pick.
Resolution. The consequences of their choice are laid out. In a scene, this means the inciting incident of the next scene is introduced because of the character's choice; in an overall story, this leads to the end of the tale where our hero emerges, having learned whatever it was that the author deemed they needed to learn.
For example, Aziraphale is listening to music when a knock comes at the door. (Inciting incident) He forms and enacts a plan -- answer the door, probably hoping to get rid of whoever it is quickly. It's Gabriel. (Complication) He forms and enacts a new plan -- find out what Gabriel is doing here. Gabriel says he doesn't know. (Complication) Gabriel asks to come in. (Complication) Aziraphale forms and enacts a new plan -- tell Gabriel no. Gabriel says oh-kay and turns to the people on the street. (Turning point complication) Now Aziraphale has two bad choices -- bring Gabriel inside, or leave him to wander naked around Whickber street doing God only knows what. (Crisis) He chooses what he thinks is the lesser of two evils -- he tells Gabriel to get in. (Climax) Now Gabriel, possibly Aziraphale's worst enemy, is inside his home, the book shop. (Resolution) And because this is a scene, this Resolution is also the inciting incident of the next scene.
This can go different routes, as when the inciting incident rouses curiosity or creates a promise of something the character wants, instead of inflicting discomfort -- although if a character wants something bad enough, deciding to say no to pursuing it could inflict discomfort, so that counts, too. The inciting incident just means that something happens so that the main character can no longer keep living life as it was. Something has to change, and they have to change it. In the end, it all boils down to something outside the main character knocking them off course, them deciding how to try to get back on course and failing, and what happens as a result. (Beginning, middle, end!)
A good way to create a mystery is to hide the Inciting Incident from the readers/viewers. Or at least, the Inciting Incidents of certain character and scenes. In the above example, we see Aziraphale's Inciting Incident, but we don't see Gabriel's until episode six.
I believe we haven't seen the Inciting Incident of Crowley and Aziraphale's storyline for season 2. It seems like Gabriel showing up is the Inciting Incident for the entire season, but I believe his arrival is a Complication, not the Inciting Incident. As far as what the original Inciting Incident was, well, first and foremost, the Resolution of season 1 would naturally lead into the Inciting Incident of season 2, just as a scene would do for the scene following it. So there's one Clue. As for the answer -- we just have to keep looking where the furniture isn't.
I hope this story breakdown was interesting to someone. I find it completely fascinating, but I am a story nerd, so maybe what I like and find interesting isn't up everyone's alley.
Cheers!
#good omens#good omens 2#story structure#scene breakdown#the five commandments of storytelling#the story grid#story nerd#looking where the furniture isn't
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The Arkham Knight chapters
Part 1
Planning a new series with my man Jason Todd from Arkhamverse.
Arkham Knight / Red Hood / Jason Todd x Male Reader
18+
The Neon Light hit your eyes as you yawned, sleep fighting with you as you tried to force yourself to stay awake a bit longer.
Sleep was hard to come by lately as there was always something keeping you up at night, but the passing nights you would’ve been able to fall asleep with ease, had it not been for you being awake so long you grew adapt to it.
‘More coffee darling?’ Shelly, the waitress asked you.
You nodded as she refilled your cup, maybe caffeine would be enough to keep you going.
You saw a guy in a red hoodie sitting in the end booth. Looked as if he was smoking.
Guess he didn’t realise it’s illegal to smoke inside buildings nowadays. I mean, it’s 2015, it’s been about 20 years since the law was changed.
Spotting a man in uniform approaching the smoking man, that’s when you were surely wide awake.
Chaos broke out in seconds and there was screaming, gunshots, people tumbling into each other and the furniture surrounding.
You ducked and hid safely under the table as you witnessed Shelly and Darla, another waitress, fall lifelessly to the floor.
The terror in their open eyes, blood coming from their bodies. You covered your mouth in the hopes no one would hear you.
Silence filled the diner for a few seconds that felt like hours, then a final gunshot. The police officer shot himself after causing bloodshed and chaos.
You sat knees to chest for a while before you found the courage to move again, slowly crawling out from under the table.
Seeing the bodies laying on the ground, not knowing whether or not anyone was alive but also not wanting to make any noise, mostly in case someone bad was still there.
Just an innocent kid in a diner that night, simply wrong place at the wrong time.
The sleepless nights that followed were caused by the faces of the dead. Those who fell that night.
Gotham City was on lockdown as the crazed Scarecrow and this Arkham Knight character tried to take over the city.
It wasn’t long until you found yourself armed with guns and weapons to defend yourself, being one of the unlucky few who didn’t make it to transport away quick enough.
It also wasn’t long until you found yourself stranded in the streets, trying to get to safety.
You gasped as you shot around to see the Arkham Knight behind you, you panicked a little as he placed his finger up, signalling for you to stay quiet.
‘Find anyone?’ A militia member called out, the Knight turned his head slightly to call back.
‘That’s a negative’ he responded as he disappeared from your view.
‘The fuck?’ You mumbled a little, confused as to why you were so lucky to have gotten away that easily.
He had a chance to grab you but he didn’t, why? Everyone else had been gunned down or abducted. What made you special?
Batman saved the City and was unmasked for everyone to see, you couldn’t say you were too surprised it was Bruce Wayne under the mask.
It made sense with all the expensive gadgets he uses, only fair a rich guy was under the influence of the Dark Knight.
Then suddenly, as quick as it started, it was over and you were back home. Your house seemed so empty and different.
Your parents were lucky and got away, they were also very reluctant to come back. They made it clear they wouldn’t yet.
No time to tell how long it would be as they decided to flee the States all together, selfishly leaving you where you were. But then, not the first time they’d done that to you.
As quick as the flash could run, your night marked the rest of your life. The diner Neon lights were bright again.
The diner seemed so strange after that night, you could still remember where Shelly and Darla lay. In fact, your foot could reach the spot from where you sat.
‘More coffee sweetie?’ Angela smiled, sadly as you nodded.
You didn’t come to stay awake anymore, you came to try to forget what had happened.
It was no use, the more you sat in the diner the more you remembered the carnage from last year.
You strolled down the streets of Gotham, trying to forget the hell you’d seen until you bumped into trouble.
‘Oh look here, a little boy is lost’ a thug called out with a smile, pulling out his baton.
‘Just trying to make my way home’ you responded, half assed as the thugs approached you.
Weapons ready to make contact with your skin, your body waiting for bruises as you sighed.
A figure appeared with a red Helmet on, guns in his hands already.
‘The fuck is this clown?’ Another thug asked, amusement in his voice.
‘Don’t even talk to me about clowns’ Red Hood growled, pulling his guns up at the ready.
6 against 1 seemed too much but Red Hood pulled it off, knocking 4 down with ease and little to no effort. Taking no damage.
Red Hood turned to witness you, his eyes widened under his mask.
You were lifted off the ground and held over a thugs shoulder, you swung your leg round the thugs neck and wrestled him to the floor.
Doing a backflip as you took the last thug out with a swift kick in the jaw.
Red Hood stared at you in disbelief as he’d never seen someone take care of themselves, he’d never thought he would not have to save someone completely.
‘What?’ You asked, Red Hood continued staring as he cleared his throat.
‘Where’d you learn to fight like that?’ He asked, you shrugged.
‘Last year after the lockdown, I learnt to fight to protect myself’ you replied as Red Hood nodded.
It has been sometime and you were not just there to help Red Hood as a partner or a sidekick, but you were also there to be his friend.
‘Jason, you need to be more careful’ you said as Jason stripped from his shirt.
‘Do you care that much y/n?’ He asked you, pants dropping to his ankles.
You bit your lip at the sight, Jason had been there before as a friend but he was playing with your mind.
‘Yes’ you replied, Jason smirked as he walked a little closer to you.
‘Why?’ He asked, looking deep into your eyes.
It marked the new chapter to you two, Jason took you in his arms and showed you a different side of him. Made you feel things that you’d never experienced.
2016 was a year that changed, but to now in 2024, so much time had passed by.
You still thought about those long nights from nine years ago, the night you spent in the Diner when you changed.
Jason had told you everything, he was Robin, the second one to Batman. He got taken by the Joker and everything that followed.
He was the man in the Red Hoodie that night when your life started to turn dark, he was the Arkham Knight. That was the reason he saved you that night in the alley.
It wasn’t only time that changed but Jason too, he became more comfortable with his skin, he got tattoos to fill his body. Some covered his scars, some didn’t. He grew his hair out a bit and grew a beard to make himself look better.
‘How’s this look?’ Jason asked you, walking into your shared bedroom.
‘Great, then you look good in anything’ you wink, Jason smiled as he blushed a little.
Jason rubbed oil in his beard as he hummed quietly to himself, spraying himself with cologne as he placed his wedding ring back on his finger.
It had been a while, a function for Wayne Enterprises in loving memory of Bruce. Lucius Fox wanted it to be special, he wanted all of the Wayne’s there.
Dick, Jason, you, Tim and Barbara all standing waiting for the function, welcoming guests as you acknowledged the fact you’d never met Bruce.
Jason never spoke about him much, but when he did he had a hint of sadness in his voice. Jason’s eyes watered a little from the pictures up of Bruce.
‘You wanna head out of here?’ You asked Jason as he nodded sadly, asking for you to wait as he said goodbye to people.
The front doors to your home opened as you walked in, Jason grabbed you by the throat as he shut the door.
He bent down a little to greet your lips with his, he kissed you aggressively as you panted into the kiss. Heat rushing down to your groin as you felt yourself standing up.
Jason lent himself into your thigh, pressing his length into you.
‘I don’t want to do anything right now, apart from fucking the shit out of you’ Jason growled as he stripped your clothes off.
Jason stripped his off next as you both stood in the hallway. Jason wrapped an arm around your waist, lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist, arms around his neck.
Your naked bodies pressed together as your lips connected and locked together, Jason carried you through to the nearest room and held you against the wall.
‘Fuck, Jason’ you gasped as Jason forced his way in, no lube or spit, just went in raw.
‘Fuck’ you cried out as Jason pounded into you dry, sinking his teeth into your neck.
You couldn’t lie it wasn’t comfortable with Jason in dry, but you could just happily take it where you were.
Jason thrusted into you as you remained held onto him, climbing him like a tree. Jason’s muscles flexed as he felt himself getting harder and harder.
‘You still wanna walk?’ Jason asked as he took you to the bedroom.
Throwing you in the bed, lubing himself up as he slid back inside you, you on all fours as Jason pounded away. His hips slamming, balls clapping, dick dripping.
Jason dug his nails into your ass cheeks as the ricochet of his force made your ass ripple. Jason threw his head back, he clenched his teeth as he sped up even more.
‘Oh God Jason, fuck me, fuck me’ you nearly screamed as Jason hammered into you.
Jason smiled, loving it when you lose yourself and just don’t care about the noise levels.
‘Turn around’ Jason said as he rolled you over and slid back inside.
You held onto his back as Jason slowly stroked inside you, your dick got harder and harder and Jason made you gasp.
‘Right there, there, please don’t…right there’ you struggled to speak.
Jason smiled a little as he witnessed you coming undone as he made you come while hands free. You nor Jason needed to touch you or stoke your length to get the seed to spill.
‘Goddamn’ Jason said as he watched your seed spill out of your head, spilling all over your stomach.
‘Fuck, fuck’ Jason yelled as he pulled out and jerked himself off onto your chest.
Taking a few breaths to catch himself, Jason then went lower in the bed to lap up yours and his spilled seed all over you.
Jason’s tongue left trails on your skin, his teeth marked your neck again. His lips on yours.
‘Let me know when you’re hard again’ Jason whispered in your ear.
You held Jason closer to you as the two of you suck into a deep kiss. A kiss that tasted like sex, a kiss mixed with what Jason had licked off of you.
A few minutes went by and you were getting hard again, Jason hummed as you pushed Jason down so he lay on his back.
You sink down onto his hard length again as you lifted your hips slightly, Jason held onto your waist as you began to bounce a bit quicker.
‘Y/n, you’re so fucking tight. God, you’re so fucking hot’ Jason panted as he let you take control.
You bounced up and down as you ran your hand down Jason’s body, he interlocked his fingers with yours on one hand while the other hand ran down your body.
‘This feels so good’ you called out as you sped up and jerked yourself off.
‘Fuck, fuck, baby you’re gonna make me come if you keep that up’ Jason smiled as you continued doing what you were doing.
‘Uh, Jason’ you called out as you could tell he was getting closer, his grip got tighter as his muscles flexed again.
‘Fuck, I’m gonna come’ Jason called out as he shot inside you.
You slowed the pace down and only stopped when you were sure Jason had emptied himself inside you.
You continued jerking yourself until you spilled on Jason’s chest and neck, him smiling as he held your hand. Running his hand up and down your body.
Jason’s eyes burned into your skin as he admired the view, sitting up and giving you a quick kiss as you wiped some come from Jason’s neck and licked it off your hand.
Jason threw you back over onto your back as he bit your pec a little, growling into it.
‘Let’s take a shower’ Jason smiled as he rushed to turn the shower head on.
Cleaning each other off in the hot water, kissing every now and then and feeling yourselves getting hit and hard again.
Nights when Jason wanted to forget something was always like this, he just wanted sex and unlimited physical contact.
Jason used sex to show he truly loved you unconditionally, but also treated sex like therapy. He wanted to forget a bad memory or distract himself from feeling like shit.
You accepted every inch of Jason, physical and emotional. And he the same for you.
Nights like this ended with you buried under Jason, or held in his arms all night. Jason sleeping heavily as his body pressed against you. Holding you with him.
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𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖎 𝖝 𝖌𝖓! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
what happens in the dark | a bnha oneshot
note: bruh i never expect these to be so long but i start writing and can't stop LMAO anyway todoroki is sooooo yum and also i live for "we have to stay warm" scenarios so... that plus his heat quirk... enjoy!
pairing: shōto todoroki x reader
warnings: kissing, reader is gender neutral (no pronouns used), slightly emotionally vunerable todoroki, insecure todoroki, very sweet fluff, innocent romance
word count: 2.5k
genre: fluff oh my god
reblogs/shares appreciated!
The winter was supposed to be over; snow turned to slush as the sun did everything it could to melt it all. But night came with freezing temperatures, turning slush into ice underlayers for the new snow to pile on top of. At the start of the winter, it was soft and powdery, but as the season matured, it became thicker, denser, piling into nigh impenetrable snow mounds and filling up every driveway and street until plows came to get rid of it all. They weren’t always successful, so UA elected to cancel classes for the week, deciding it would be better to allow the students a break, both for morale and to prevent any issues from the snow.
Back at the dorms after extra training, you shook ice and snow off your clothes as you left your shoes by the door. Changing clothes was your first task, replacing a sweaty gym uniform with a clean shirt and plaid pajama pants. Even with the cold outside, the dorms stayed warm and the heating system worked overtime to combat the falling temperatures as night came.
Now, you join your classmates in the common area, tuning in to whatever movie they were watching after squishing yourself onto the couch among Mina, Tsu, Jiro, and Hagakure, at Mina’s invitation, trying not to bump Denki, who sits on the arm of the couch right beside you. The others are scattered on the floor beside the couch, engrossed in the action movie on the screen.
A hand bumps your foot as you try to get comfortable. “Oh, sorry.” You look down to see Todoroki sitting below you, back up against the arm of the couch, his arm grazing your leg. He doesn't look at you, so you stay quiet, ignoring how hot your face gets.
You’re the first to admit the movie’s pretty lame, bad CGI paired with a weak plot, but to you, getting to spend time with your classmates is more important than the movie. Everyone else seems to enjoy it, even with Denki’s stage-whispers of, “What just happened?” and, “Who is that guy again?” that somehow make the movie more entertaining.
Snow falls in thick, wet flakes outside the windows, piling onto the small ledges until everything is covered in white as far as the eye could see. You glance again, but you can’t see anything through the flurries whipping around in turbulent circles just outside the building. The lights in the common area flicker a few times, earning a few groans from the others as the movie flickers along with them.
The movie wraps itself up, a satisfying enough ending even for an unsatisfying movie. Mina shuts off the TV, leaving the couch to stretch. “Well, guys, I’m beat! I’m outta here,” she says, wandering down the hall to her room. “Night, everyone!” Most of the others follow her, yawning as they say their goodnights and leave to their rooms.
You and Todoroki are the only ones left, you still on the couch, and him standing about a foot away, stretching with a sigh. His plain black shirt rides up as his arms reach above his head, exposing the waistband of his own pajama pants just below his toned stomach. You’re thankful he stays turned away, embarrassed by your own inability to keep your eyes to yourself. His training has done him justice, He checks his phone and puts it back into his pocket. “I’m heading out, too. See you tomorrow,” he says, always polite.
You yawn in response. “Probably smart. I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Todoroki.”
“Goodnight.” He disappears down the hallway, leaving you to your own devices, alone in the common area.
Your face is hot, even now that he’s gone. Most of the girls in class 1-A agree Todoroki holds the spot for the most attractive boy in the class, and his polite yet relatively aloof demeanor keeps him there. It isn’t like you aren’t friends, so conversation between you isn’t out of the ordinary or shocking, but it still makes you nervous to talk to him. And it especially makes you nervous to be alone with him.
Heaving a sigh, you take the elevator to your room. It’s not very productive to stay awake just thinking about a classmate, so you decide to do some reading, taking a seat on your bed, grabbing your blanket and draping it over yourself.
A low hum echoes through your room as the lights flicker before cutting out completely, leaving the room in pitch black darkness, save for the faint moonlight coming through your small window.
Oh, shit. That’s not good.
You scramble for your bookmark and set your book down, still wrapped in your blanket as you chew on your bottom lip, trying to decide what to do. You continue to wait for the power to turn back on, eventually pulling out your phone to pass the time.
But as the minutes tick by, it’s impossible to ignore the chill in the air. The heat turned off, judging by the silence, and left the dorms with no source of warmth to protect against the bleak weather. That’s really not good.
With no signs of the power returning, you groan, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. What should you do? You can practically see the frostbite forming on your skin as the cold makes its way through your thin blanket. It’s too bad Denki already went to bed a while ago, so you doubt he’s still awake to restart the power.
The dark doesn’t help, and you’re frighteningly alone in your quiet dorm. You turn on your phone flashlight, but you know the weak battery won’t be enough for even another hour. You wish you brought something battery powered to light your room, but you didn’t think that far ahead.
You shut your door tightly behind you as you tiptoe down the hall to the stairs beside the elevator. Hardly anyone ever uses them, but there’s a first time for everything, you suppose. The icy tiles freeze your slippered feet as you walk. Crisp air burns your nostrils as you grip the railing, fingers turning white as the frozen metal draws heat from your skin. The flight of stairs to the fifth floor is much more tedious in the dark, your phone flashlight illuminating every step up.
Reaching your destination, you knock gently on the door, hoping your target isn’t asleep.
No response. You turn to leave, but to your surprise, the door opens, revealing Todoroki. Behind him, soft orange light flickers onto the walls. “Yes?” he says.
“I, uh- was just wondering if you had a candle you could spare me? Because the power, y’know… Well, I figured if anyone would have one, it would be you!” The chattering of your teeth apparently makes you talk a lot, and you have to clamp a frozen hand over your mouth to get words to stop falling from your lips.
He shakes his head, much to your dismay. “No, I’ve only got one, and I’m using it.”
A shiver runs down your spine in the cold hallway. “Oh, that’s okay! Sorry to bother you!” You move to leave, but a warm hand on your shoulder stops you.
“If you want, you could stay here,” he says. “I don’t have any idea how long we’ll be without heat. Or lights. And, I think we’re the only ones still awake.” He steps back into his room.
Your eyes widen, but you go in regardless, feet padding on the tatami mats. It’s still chilly in here, much like your dorm. You’re grateful, however, for the light from the candle and also for his hospitality. He motions to the bed in the corner, gesturing for you to sit. “Thanks, I really didn’t want to just hang out by myself all night,” you say, perching gently at the foot of his bed. “It’s scary with no light.”
“No plans on sleeping?”
You breathe a laugh, fiddling with the hem of your plain shirt, though your fingers are sluggish. “Can’t really sleep when blankets won’t do much for an eternal cold.”
He sits down on the bed too, but cross-legged at the other end from you. If you weren't so tense, you might have laughed at his respectful nature. Nodding in understanding, he says, “Ah. I guess it is quite cold.”
It makes sense he didn’t notice. “What about you, Todoroki?” you say. “Burning the midnight oil?”
It’s hard for either of you to ignore the chills that wrack your body, even as you try to stabilize yourself. His eyes widen momentarily, and he stares at you, head tilted. To deny that his room is becoming colder would be impossible for you. It’s like someone opened a window to let more air in, because there’s no way the rooms should lose heat this quickly. You rub your arms, trying to bring any amount of blood flow back. And not to mention the flutter in your stomach at the fact that you are sitting on Todoroki’s bed, at night, alone, something that your female classmates would squeal at.
He seems largely unaffected by the temperature and you being here, but that look on his face remains. Why is he looking at you like that? But he still doesn’t respond to your question, leaving you to clear your throat and try to avoid his gaze. “Are you okay? Is it too cold in here?” he says.
Your head snaps up before you shake it vehemently, waving your hands in the air in front of you. “No! No, I’m fine! R-really, don’t worry about me.” Your feeble attempt to reassure him is admirable, but he’s not convinced.
“Come here,” he says.
You laugh awkwardly, your breath forming a cloud of condensation in front of you. “W- um, what?” You stumble over your words, and you pray he thinks it’s just the cold.
“You’re losing a lot of body heat, and even without light I can see your lips are turning blue. So, come here.” He holds his hands out to you and stretches his legs, staring at you expectantly.
All the remaining heat in your body goes to your cheeks.
Every thought in your head runs rampant as your stiff body crawls over to Todoroki. His hands meet your shoulders, pulling you between his knees with your legs slung over his right thigh. Your side presses into the left side of his chest and his arms wrap around you.
His heat pervades your body, and you shiver in his grasp. Jesus, he’s so warm. Even in the dead of winter, he’s burning hot like sand on a beach in summer, and you couldn’t be more grateful.
“Is this better?” he asks, breaking the silence. Probably an obvious question, but you’re sure his polite nature made him ask anyway.
You nod, swallowing hard. “Yes. Thank you.” Your body warms up, heat blossoming beneath your skin where his body meets yours.
But, as you bring yourself to look up at him and your eyes meet, you’re acutely aware of his hands on your waist, and the way the light from the solitary candle dances on his face, illuminating the jagged, reddish-brown scar that expands over the left side of his face. And his smell — warm and intoxicating, it infiltrates your brain until it short-circuits. Becoming bold with your newfound warmth, you reach a hand up to touch him, but something flashes in his eyes and his hand grips your wrist in an instant, pulling your hand away and making you gasp softly.
His eyes widen and he releases you. “I’m- I’m sorry…” he murmurs.
Hesitant fingers reach again, and this time, your hand connects with his face. His breath hitches reflexively and his eyes dart away from yours in shame. You swear you’ve never seen him like this, so unguarded. You run your fingers over the edge of his scar, where smooth skin meets raised. It’s mesmerizing you think, the way the discoloration feathers out, harsh and delicate edges alike making up the left side of his face. Your palm moves to his cheek and his gaze meets yours again.
The sight is like a punch to the stomach, leaving you breathless as he stares into you, your hand on his face. One brown eye, dark like freshly-brewed black coffee, warm and inviting. The other, blue and glacial, like a cold winter’s night, much like this one. The dichotomy was almost laughable as his blue eye was more akin to night and the other, like day.
Your other hand meets his face and you bring him closer to you. Inches apart, your eyes flitter around his face. Your fingertips slide into his silken hair, making his grip on your waist tighten, palms sweating over your shirt.
“You’re beautiful, Shōto,” you say, and that’s all it takes.
His lips meet yours, unexpectedly gentle, and you can’t help but sigh. Your lids flutter closed and you’re ascending, heart beating out of your chest as you’re convinced heaven is real. Tangling your fingers into his hair, he groans into you and his hands leave your waist for the first time in a long time. You try to keep track of them, but they’re all over you, leaving trails of fire in their wake. No inch of your skin goes untouched, he makes sure of that.
Oh, god. This can’t be real. You can’t help but think of what your classmates would say if they knew you were here tonight. But, on the other hand, what they don’t know can’t hurt them, right?
It’s like he’s a different person, his usual detached persona gone in favor of a gentle, kind boy. He’s careful with you, hands never straying too far downwards as if he’s afraid you’ll brave the frigid halls just to get away. You wish you could tell him you wouldn’t leave, that you won’t, but your desire to keep his lips on yours is all-consuming. He’s addicting, and you can’t seem to get enough. His scent, his taste, everything about him is addling your brain, your only thoughts of this moment, right now.
You move so you’re facing him, kneeling between his legs, no longer in need of the warmth he so graciously gave you. His fingers grab at the hem of your shirt, snaking underneath it to feel your bare stomach, lingering on your hips. You whimper softly into him, and you move to take your shirt off.
Lips leave yours. “Stop,” Todoroki says, and your eyes snap open.
“What’s wrong?” you say, wiping drool off your lips. Did you do something? Did you misread him? Oh, god…
Hands on your shoulders, he sighs. “I don’t want you to think this was my intention.”
You tilt your head at him. “You mean you didn’t… want to kiss me?”
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not that. I… I just feel like I’m taking advantage of you. You didn’t come here for this. I was only supposed to keep you from freezing to death and now-”
“Stop it,” you say, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. “I don’t think that about you. I came here for a reason, yeah, but… you are keeping me from freezing. But, if you want to stop, we can.”
“I don’t want to.”
At this moment, you knew you were going to have a lot to explain in the morning.
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Title: Interview with the four-time world champion.
Hii! so this have been in my mind quite long time and I'm listening to my impulsive thoughts and doing this.... first I want to say English is not my mother tongue so please let me know if there are any mistakes...Give me some advices if you want...which I'm sure will help me..If you want, share your opinion on what to write..And I won't say much here. Hope you guys like it
it's all fiction(ofc we can only fantasize about this fine man) please don't hate my work or me (I have traumatic experience bc of wattpad) if I missed something pls tell me. Thanks for your attention:3
Sebastian x journalist!reader
Warning: I don't think there is any Warning
The sound of engines roaring and the smell of burning rubber filled the air as you walked through the paddock, your heart pounding with excitement. It was race day, and the energy was palpable. As a motorsport journalist, you had the privilege of being up close to the action, but today was different. Today, you were here to interview the four-time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.
You had met Sebastian a few times before during post-race interviews, but today’s meeting felt more personal. Maybe it was because you had been following his career since his early days, or perhaps it was the way he smiled at you last time, a genuine warmth in his eyes that made your stomach flutter.
As you approached the famous ferrari garage, you spotted him immediately. He was talking with his engineers, a serious expression on his face, but when he saw you, his features softened into a welcoming smile.
“Hey, Schatz” he greeted, pulling you into a friendly hug. “Ready for our chat?”
You nodded, trying to keep your cool despite the proximity, and fact that when he hugged you you felt butterflies in your stomach. “Absolutely. Thanks for taking the time, Sebastian.”
You found a quiet corner near the garage, the noise of the track a distant hum. As you set up your recorder, Sebastian leaned casually against a stack of tires, his relaxed demeanor putting you at ease.
The interview began smoothly. Sebastian answered your questions with his usual charm and thoughtfulness, occasionally making you laugh with his witty remarks. But as you wrapped up, he surprised you with a question of his own.
“So, Schatz, what do you do when you’re not chasing after us drivers?” he asked, a teasing and mischievous glint in his eye.
You chuckled, a bit taken aback. “I guess I try to have a normal life. Reading, cooking, maybe catching a movie when I can.”
Sebastian’s smile widened. “Sounds like we have more in common than I thought. I love cooking too. Maybe we should compare notes sometime.
Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, but you played it cool. “I’d like that. Maybe after the season ends?”
“It’s a date then,” he said, his tone light but his eyes sincere.
Before you could respond, an announcement over the loudspeaker called the drivers to the grid. Sebastian stood up, giving you one last, lingering look.
“Wish me luck out there.”
“Good luck, Sebastian,” you replied, your voice a bit breathless. “I’ll be cheering for you.”
As you watched him walk away, your heart raced faster than any car on the track. You couldn’t wait for the season to end, and for that promised dinner with Sebastian Vettel. Until then, you had his smile to hold onto, a beacon of warmth and possibility in the high-octane world of Formula 1.
hope you guys like it, I know its short but i had to try..I can write part 2 if you want. Oh and have you seen him in Imola god he looks good..and as they say dululu is soululu I hope he comes back..fingers crossed 🤞
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Tora@Erebrus: A little tiger on a prowl again. This time she peers over some books at Erebrus, grinning. "HI!" She exclaims, hoping she got the jump on him. With a toothy grin, she leaps over and plops in front of him, "Books! Boring! You're like my brother!" She says this affectionately, no malice intended. "Why do you like books!" Then she claps her hands, Excitedly, "I know! Tell me a good story!"
"G-Geez kid you truly got me there!" he said holding onto his chest taking few good breath's to stabilize his human form. He watched the Tora plop right in front of him onto the soft blanket he couldn't help but to chuckle meekly to her words
"Because some books hold really interesting stories - and some great knowledge I can use it to make me much sneakier and stronger!" he said with a small flex of his hands but then quickly dropped it as he felt silly by just giving the kid light play along;
"OH huh, a good story?" he now entered small thought he didnt really know any children stories he gulped trying to think of something he might have heard perhaps - he glanced to Tora seeing her expecting him to start speaking as he chuckled lightly "Okay sure - then sit tight; but you might find it boring" he said simply now with a small smile to Tora as he took a breath now to start the story
Once upon a time, when all the gods still roamed the earth and there were no dreams, there was a little orphan a Flittle.
She was a hard worker, and when the hard work ended, she stared at and adored the moon. Every night she would come to the lake and sing songs of their imaginations and wishes until it couldn’t anymore and would fall into the void that was sleep then, regretting each time the sun had come up in place of the moon. The moon could not speak, but it loved the little creature, and all they could do was listen to their songs. As the time passed, the visits slowed down. As the time went on, the little grew weaker. The moon listened to the flittle sing before the song one night quieted out.
The small bird sat under the tree where it always sang. The moon shined its lights brightly, focusing on the flittle. The stars that the moon had made started to fall, showing its deep sorrow, but one star fell slowly; perhaps it was from the moon itself—perhaps it was a tear. As the tear fell and the soul rose, it fused together, creating a warm light shooting straight up to the moon.A familiar song filled the sky, making the stars reappear as the moon's hopes rose once more as a familiar figure stood in front of them.
"Finally, we can be in one space,” the figure said as it emerged out of the light. The moon knew instantly that it was a flittle but reborn as their kin with a gentle kiss on the soul it made the little thing transform into a goddess. To make have a purpose as a goddess it gave it the power to fill the void when someone slumbers—a power that can make others see their loved ones once more.
"err...or something like that..." Erebus ended the story slightly unsure of himself his eyes once more went to Tora "Apologies my memory is sort of fuzzy on that story so I had to somehow cut it a bit shorter..."
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...i'm starting to wonder if i wasn't actually pretty often failed by the adults in my life as a young kid tbh.
#i'm always doubtful where to put the blame#in a morally neutral causality kind of way to be clear#because like. i dont know. if i was the adult. confronted to the opaque behavior of a child. would i have done better?#but also i can't help but think#why the fuck did they make me skip a grade (last grade of primary on top of that) when i was notorious for never doing my homework#and was incredibly inconsistent across topics#like i sucked at math. like ''needs to count on fingers to do a simple addition or substraction'' sucking at math.#like i never learned any multiplication tables sucking at math#like i never got how to pose divisions and still can't at age 18 because logicomathematics are completely counterintuitive to me#and just. the work was never done to make me Get It. my work or teachers' work who knows. but perhaps skipping a grade wasnt the solution#or like#apparently when i was three years old the pediatrician suspected smth was up with me#either autism directly or ''generally suspicious child'' we're not clear on that#but he told my parents. and everybody said ''we better test that'' and then. nothing. idk.#they filled a parental report of behaviors questionnaire for... adhd i think? autism maybe. and that's it. never fucking heard about it.#god. i just remembered my mom saying proudly they almost never put me in the nursery as a kid.#always either with a parent or family or a nanny.#and perhaps mother. you could have foreseen that a kid with no siblings no pets no kid neighbors no playdates. would end up socially fucked#i remember the teachers scolding late students and showing us that we were supposed to be in bed by 9:30 or something#and internally i was like BUDDY AT 9PM WE'RE HALFWAY THROUGH DINNER#MOM'S BEEN HOME FOR LESS THAN AN HOUR#and shit. i don't know. i was scared of the dark as a child. to the point that even with the compromise#of keeping the door ajar and lights in the hallway (which i had to fucking advocate for btw)#i still slept curled up in the bathroom on a towel sometimes when it got too scary#and i would cry and scream before going to bed. i would beg my mom for sleeping pills from a young age.#i would often find myself in the morning sleeping with my face smushed between the pages of the book i literally fell asleep on#because i read until my eyes gave out#and a couple years later when i got a 3ds i'd play at night and if my dad caught me he'd storm into my room and i'd hide under the comforte#and he'd punch a couple times and whisper-yell at me not to do that and go to sleep#it took until i was about 15yo for me to see a sleep specialist
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i. did my makeup to feel like will today
#tiny amount of purple lipstick on the inner part of my lips. spread around until lips are pink and juicy looking lmao#small bit of rusty pink liquid blush in circle-oval on cheekbones but only under the eye not to the sides. excess goes on the nose#tiniest bit of that same blush on lips to make them slightly shiny (the blush is slightly metallic for some reason)#small amounts of light black eyeliner to contour:#upper eyelashes. outer end of lower eyelashes. tiny bit in the inner corner. upper side of nose to under eyebrow curve. funny diagonal line#over eyelid to masculinize my eyes. a bit to fill out my eyebrows. light lines where will has facial hair (smudge until barely shadows). -#small cheek contour near ears.#smudge until lines become shadows#i love makeup it's so fun
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18+ MDNI
Price hiring Ghost to teach his bratty daughter, you a lesson
Part 2
He trusts him with his life. He knows he's a good man and would never really hurt you.
And he's a man. Not one of those boys that you sneak out with. He's a seasoned soldier. He's seen some shit. He's been through hell and back. He won't stand your bratty behavior one bit.
So basically Ghost is there to babysit a grown woman. And Price has given him the green light to do anything he saw fit with you.
Your mouth hangs open and your eyes widen the moment you set eyes on him. DAMN he's huge. And the mask is terrifying. And frankly a bit (a lot) arousing.
He threatens to get you on his lap the moment you act up and start whining which makes you act up even more.
"I need to go shopping. Where's my dad's credit card? I know I had it." "No you don't. And it's over, princess. No more access to his bank account."
You gasp dramatically and within seconds you're sobbing and squealing out incoherent words.
"Shh, princess. C'mere." he coos as he brings you to sit on his lap. He places your head on his chest, brushing his fingers through your hair as you bawl your eyes out until you pass out.
But him being soft with you does not last long as you get more comfortable around him and throw tantrums more often. And he's had it with the goddamn banshee screams.
That's when you end up on his lap almost every night. One hand holding your hip so you can't squirm away and one big strong palm hitting against your ass so hard, the sound reverberates through the room mixing with your cries and screams.
If you ever start whining about a boy, he just shushes you with a warning and goes on with his day, but if you ever try to sneak out, that's when you end up on all fours as he slaps your pussy repeatedly until you're a whining mess, both because of the pain, also the heat and slick between your legs.
And if you've been extra bratty that day, that's when he gets his cock out, slowly sliding through your folds, teasing you. Then he suddenly slams his fat cock into your soaking wet pussy as you let out sobs of pain and pleasure, muffled by the pillows.
And he starts moving without letting you adjust, hips slamming against your ass with full force, your needy little pussy stretched out so wide, the aching pleasure of his thick veiny cock dragging along your sensitive walls, so sweet and delicious.
And he cums inside. His thick warm cum filling up your womb. Not afraid to get you pregnant. Maybe you'll be less bratty then.
comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥
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Date Night Distractions
“Stop squirming or I’m going to pull out,” he growls into my ear. I whine softly, feeling my pussy clench down around his cock inside of me as I reluctantly keep still. He huffs softly against my neck and grabs the TV remote off the couch, turning up the volume on whatever inane movie is playing.
When he’d suggested we stream a movie for date night, I did not think I’d end up naked, seated on his lap, locked in his arms, and cockwarming him for the entire two hour long film. I checked out of the movie an hour ago, focusing only on the feeling of his long, hard cock filling my pussy so perfectly. But no matter how much I squirmed, begged, and wriggled around on his lap, he refused to fuck me or do anything other than lightly kiss my shoulder and stroke my arms.
Not even a few minutes later, I’m impatiently rocking my hips against him, feeling his hard cock brush up against my g-spot with every move. Small, breathless moans are escaping between my parted lips as I melt against him, eyes closing in pleasure and leaning the back of my head on his shoulder, letting my legs splay open on either side.
“You really can’t follow directions tonight, huh, darling?” He murmurs.
“Please, daddy, please I want you to fuck me,” I whimper, turning my neck to stare up at him beggingly.
“Nope, not until the movie is over,” he says mockingly, “Be good and maybe I’ll give you something to tide you over.” His fingers trail down my stomach, brushing softly against my pussy before retracting again. I whine and beg him, “Please, please, please touch me, daddy.”
He laughs softly in my ear, “You are such a perfect little whore. Can’t even keep your composure throughout a movie with daddy’s cock in your desperate little pussy.”
I can feel my pussy clenching around him at his words, and I know I’m dripping. His fingers brush lightly against my stomach again and he runs them down towards my pussy. I’m gasping and panting in anticipation, wanting him to do something, do anything to make the burning need inside of me go away for a little.
His fingers come to where we’re joined, collecting some of my wetness before he pulls them away and licks my essence off his fingers. “Fuck, darling, you always taste so sweet,” his voice is growly and I feel his cock jerk inside of me slightly. I whimper, the praise making me even hotter and wetter.
He fingers come back down to the apex of my thighs and he flicks my clit with the lightest touch. My back arches and I let out a broken moan and rock against him. The sharp pleasure shocks my system, making my head spin and lights flash in my vision.
“Good girl, you like that huh?” He murmurs softly as his fingers rub my clit softly without stopping. “Ah, fuck, yes, please daddy, it feels so good,” my voice is breathless and pitchy with pleasure. His doesn’t stop moving his fingers, stroking my clit in tight circles with varying speed and pressure, pushing my body closer and closer toward orgasm.
“Such a pretty girl, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect, darling,” his praise is delivered with soft groans and growls as he plays with my body. I whine wordlessly, feeling my body moments away from shattering in a breathtaking orgasm.
“Come on, darling, cum all over my cock and on my fingers,” he murmurs, moving his fingers faster and harder against my pulsing clit. I moan as I feel the orgasm burning through my body, my pussy bearing down on his cock and pulsing rhythmically. I ride the wave of pleasure and hear his whispered praise in my ear, the combination of everything making me feel so warm and so loved.
“Good girl, just like that, cumming for me. So, so pretty when you fall apart, that’s it, that feels good huh?” He hums softly in my ear in approval, “Look at how drippy you are, darling, all that’s for me.”
My mind is spinning, thoughts floating away as the orgasm fades, leaving the most delicious, bone-settling haze and fullness. But he doesn’t stop playing with my clit, and slowly, the warmth fades and is replaced with a burning overstimulation that makes me cry out and squirm, my legs closing to protect my clit.
“Please, daddy, please it’s too much! I need a break!”
He laughs darkly in my ear. “Oh no, darling, no you don’t. You can take it, I know you can. Such a drippy little mess for me, your perfect pussy is so good around my cock.” His rips my legs apart, one hand holding me down while the other continues its assault on my clit.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs shaking as a second orgasm starts to build despite the overstimulation wracking my body. He’s merciless as he strums my clit effortlessly, the fullness of his cock combined with the relentless pleasure forcing my orgasm out of me. Stars light up in my vision and tears well up in my eyes as the painful pleasure makes my body go rigid and my pussy clench.
“Fuck, you’re so lovely when you fall apart like this. Good girl, keep cumming for daddy,” his voice seems to float around me, wrapping me up in an all-encompassing cloud of unbearable pleasure. I’m keening softly, letting out whimpering sobs as my body is pushed to its capacity.
“No more, please, no more,” my voice is small and desperate, my legs shaking and trying to close. I’m too cum-drunk to fight back properly and his fingers continue to brutalize me, pushing me toward another peak.
“One more, darling. I know you can do it, pretty girl, come on, let me feel your perfect little pussy fall apart one more time,” he coaxes me, the gentle words a shocking juxtaposition to his rough fingers and hard cock inside of me. He rolls my clit between his fingers and I whine.
Before long, a third orgasm crests inside of me, and I feel my pussy tighten around him again. This time, the pleasure is overwhelming and nerve-fraying. I’m incoherent as I moan and beg, babbling from overstimulation. He plays my body like an instrument and I feel my orgasm erupt, my pussy gushing around his cock, squirting my release.
“Good girl, perfect girl, squirt for daddy. That’s it, baby,” he kisses my neck as his fingers finally slow and stop their assault on my pulsing jewel. He pulls my boneless body off his cock, the feeling of it leaving my body making me whine softly with loss despite how thoroughly decimated I feel. My pussy is achingly empty as he wraps me up in his arms, pulling me close into his chest.
“You did so well, darling. So perfect for me,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I whimper softly and look up at his with bleary eyes, feeling his praise and love surround me. We sit together like this for a few moments, the room aglow with the TV screen still playing whatever stupid movie he’d put on to begin with. I’d almost drifted off in his arms when I feel him shift.
“Come on, darling. We have another thirty minutes left of the movie,” he purrs, smiling deviously at me. And so, I find myself seated on his cock again, my overstimulated pussy pulsing around his hardness, stuffed full, and head hazy with pleasure.
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