Hopefully, it’s good... It’s like my first time writing it out in platforms instead of keeping it all to myself in the notes 🤣🤣
Kageyama and Y/N been together for sometime now. One fine day for you cause it’s the long awaited time off of practice for your beloved boyfriend, Kageyama which just happens to be on your anniversary.
So you decided to plan a perfect date with Kageyama as a little bit of surprise from him.For the date, you plan to re-enacts your first date from when you two were still 16 but with a touch of twist.
Just as you about to tell him about the plan, he got different things planned out for him where he got invited to hangout with his team.
You went for a hug, pouting but nonetheless you still said what you wanted to say about the date and anniversary which just so happens to slipped out his mind.
Being the understanding girlfriend you are, you asked your boyfriend to go about his hangout with his Team and not worry too much about it cause you both have all the time in the world to go out again.
Not gonna lie, you were pretty down and Kageyama saw through that and being as straight forward as he is asked what you wanted, though he definitely knew you’re going to ask for huge TeddyBear (cause all ones you got before were meant for displaying instead of huggable ones) and that’s exactly what you asked of him. (So sorry reader-san if you don’t like TeddyBears 😭)
Your wishes of your boyfriend’s return before midnight were thrown out the window cause it’s already 12:35am and he still was not home. Then, you’re starting to doze off on couch when you heard the door open and an all too familiar voice said, “I’m home, Y/N.”
You quickly got up on your feet and hurried to the door as fast as your legs could carry you. Right before you come in contact with the raven-head, you calmed yourself so you’d look like you were not in a hurry meet him.
“Welcome back, Tobio.” Tiredness clearly visible as you speak. Kageyama, on the other was a tad bit struggling and had very troubled look. “What happened, babe? Are you not feeling well?” All kind of scenarios just ran through your mind as you wait on his next words.
He looked dead straight into your eyes and said in a low and deep voice before looking down. “Y/N... I-I couldn’t buy the one you asked me for.” Man, was he depressed over the fact he couldn’t get what you wanted.
Naturally, a smile slowly made its way up on your beautiful features that reaches your eyes. You quickly wiped away your smile and started pouting as little bit of revenge.
“But I really wanted that TeddyBear. It’s really big and huggable. I wanted to hug it to sleep.” Kageyama starts feeling really guilty about this whole thing till the next word that you’ve said.
“Well there’s a good way to make up for it, Tobio.” He looks back at you, eager to know what would that be. To his surprise, you just took his hand and started leading him to the bedroom without saying anything.
“What is the other way to make up for today, Y/N?” “Hmm.. since I didn’t get a huggable teddy so I want to hug my boyfriend to sleep, Tobio. Any objections?”
The black-head is still quite easily flustered by you despite being together for years. “W-well, it’s my fault that I didn’t get you what you wanted. So I’m okay being your TeddyBear for today.”
“Tobio, you’re blushing, aren’t you? I just asked to be hugged to sleep, you know. Why are you blushing? What is going on in that mind of yours? Hmm?”
“There’s nothing going on in my mind, Y/N dumbass. Just go to bed.” He quickly changed his clothes and laid down on the bed, pulling on the comforter. You slipped into the bed next to him, smiling. “Babe, my hug?”
He slowly turned around to face you, opening his arms gesturing you to come over. With that as a cue, you scoot over into his arms as wraps around petite figure, while you, yourself, wrapping your arms around his torso and snuggles into his toned chest, breathing in his fresh citrusy smell.
You let out a satisfied sigh, mumbling into his chest, “Tobio, I love you.” before looking up at your beloved boyfriend. He tightened his hold on you by a little and places a soft feathery kiss on your lips. “I-I love you too, Y/N dumbass.” Slowly yet surely the warmth of the hug you two lulls you both to sleep.
Hello Hello 👋🏻 I just came across your writing and I really fell in love with them. So I have a little something like how the fem reader accidentally gets caught by tentacles monster and then taken to the tentacles’ lair to be pleasured all her sensitive parts and overstimulating her. She too has always been someone who’s curious about tentacles and how they feel around her.
It’s okay to ignore this if it’s something that goes against your rules 🤗
p.s. Can I call you darling or sweetheart as a form of endearment 🥰
When curiosity leads the way
Hi love !! Thank you so much for these compliments, it really means the world for me 🥹💖. This is absolutely fine and doesn't go against any rules of mine ! Plus I added a bit more than you requested and I think you'll like it ~. And, of course, it's fine if you call me darling or sweetheart!! ✨️
You were fucked, do you? And you knew it in the moment you felt your wrists being tightly restraint.
Who was? Why was it doing it? Your head filled with questions as a slimy substance slide down your arms.
Your body shivered in fear. One time you lost your consciousness and now you were in this strange, dangerous situation. Your heartbeat jammering inside your ears, sweat running down your back and your legs trembling.
You are paralized and the worst thing is that you cannot escape.
"C'mon...c'mon" urgency in your voice as your mind kept screaming to move your feet.
But now, it was too late.
As you thought you were doing a step forward, your ankles were captured by the same thing that was holding your wrists.
You screamed, wishing someone, anyone, could hear you.
Your heart sank when you realised that no one would come for you.
You are alone. Alone and with barely any light in sight.
A squelching sound echoed in your ears. Your first impulse was to touch whatever it was but you groaned.
You can't touch it, remember?
A moan escapes your mouth. The strange thing that was on your shoulder was sucking it, marking your skin.
"Who are you?! What are you doing?!". You shout while another moan broke out from you.
No answer, just silence around you.
Your mind kept being loud, making your head ache. You wondered when this will be over.
You started to feel less and less of your energy. Your throat hurting from screaming and shouting.
But this is far from over. Another pair of those things that were making you impossible to escape went on your thighs, opening your legs.
You mewl feeling your nipples getting stimulated as - for what you could saw - two more tentacles held your boobs and in a circling motion massaged your chest.
You felt ashamed. Juices wetting your panties, your eyes rolling back from your nipples being played with.
You were especially sensitive there and you swear you could came like this. You tried to close your legs, needing some friction down to your aching core but the tentacles squeezed your thighs more, keeping them nicely open.
A rustling sound alarmed you. With barely any light you couldn't see very well.
But why would you need to see when you could feel?
Something bigger poked your shorts, putting aside your drenched panties.
You widened your eyes and moaned when the tentacle entered your warm insides. It didn't care if you were stretched enough, for it the important thing was to be in a pleasant pussy.
You were so wet, so wet that the squelching sounds reververed around you.
This bigger tentacle kept moving at an harsh peace, your hips moving with the same tempo. Pleasure flowing through your whole body as you wanted more and more.
You were feeling ecstatic, your hole clenching the tentacle, your nipples teased as you approached your first orgams. Your white cream dirtying the unstoppable thing inside you.
"W-wait, ngh, please !". Your walls fluttered, your breath heavy as now a sucked was on your clit.
"Feels so good! A-ah, mhh keep going !!"
As if the tentcles was tired of your incessant moans two small but thick of it touched your mouth. Your mind was clouded with pleasure so you gladly took them.
The bigger one still was pounding your creamy pussy and something poked at your puckered hole. Its small tip teasing it with his precum, verifying that it had enough space.
You came another time. The pleasure too intense, especially now that both your pussy and your anus were being pounded so good. Never in your entire life you felt like this.
You were completely gone. You only wanted more and more and more and more. And that's when the grand finale arrived:
The two tentacles on your mouth came, making it hard for you to swallow everything and the ones fucking your pussy and ass came it too while you squirted.
You body squirmed, moaning loudly as a puddle of cum was on the ground and your juices goes everywhere.
"Did I lost my consciousness, again?".
You pondered, your body free to move and light coming out.
"Whatever..." your voice uncertain as you walked your way to your home.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy who thinks you’ve only gotten more attractive since giving birth to his young. He remembers the conception well and thinks of it quite often. How well you took his seed. Your eager womb desperately slurping up every drop, your walls clamping down around his length to milk all you could from him.
It makes him hard every time the memory resurfaces and he can’t stop himself from searching for you to bend you over the nearest surface available and taking you all over again. Whispering dirty memories in your ear and telling you about all the worse things he plans to do with you.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy who him himself has gotten broader after becoming a father. His kind say it happens when one is happy with their mate. Content. And while he’s not mated with you he is happy. It would make sense his arms and thighs would get thicker, a slight pudge builds at the bottom of his otherwise solid stomach, and he was all around softer and easier to melt into.
And he couldn’t bother to try and be upset about it either. Because after every time he takes your sweet cunt you sag down on top of him and moan ever so softly. Your plush limbs all sprawled over as you nuzzle into him.
It has his cock raging with arousal in a matter of minutes. And you make the cutest little noises of protest when his leaking tip presses back against your entrance. But with a few gentle pleas he has you opening yourself up for him to stretch you on his girth.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy who doesn’t realize how bad it is that he hasn’t mated you till you’re asking him to take their young for the night on a night meant to be yours. He knows you don’t ask something like this lightly so he can’t help but ask whatever for even though he’s already accepted your request.
When you tell him that you have a date for tonight he feels his entire world come to a stand still. Everything crashing down around him and he can do nothing but stand there and watch it happen. Jaw dropped and eyes widened as you come out of your room in the most gorgeous dress he’s ever seen. Your changed softened body looking more drool-worthy than ever.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy who snaps himself out of this. No way. He can’t lose you like this and without a fight. But instead of acting rashly and possibly losing you forever he decides to be subtle about it. By showing you just how good of a mate he could he if only you’d choose him to spend forever with.
The next day he refrains from asking how the date went. He doesn’t wanna know or else he may just go feral. It’s much better to focus on how he can take care of you and the child you share together. When you go together for outings he hoists you both into his big arms, muscles rippling as he barely lets either of your little legs touch and the ground. And more than once does he catch your gaze on them.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy spoils the two of you like never before. He was always generous in how deeply he cherished you both but in the days that pass he really goes above and beyond. Pulling out every stop to show you how good of a mate he could be.
His efforts aren’t in vein either. Every day the three of you spend together he watches from the corner of his eye as you practically eye fuck him. Slobbering over him just as much as you did when you two first met. It has his chest puffing up with pride and hope blooming in his belly. He’s certain that the other man won’t be seen again.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy is immediately stopped in his tracks when the next week you ask him to take your sweet youngling again because of a hectic change of plans. He almost doesn’t dare to ask this time. Wanting to spend a little longer in disbelief. But the question falls from his lips without permission and your response was as he feared.
You had another date.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy can’t take this time. Especially when you come out in a dress even better than before. Luckily the youngling is already asleep so he can focus all of his attentions on you and getting it into your thick head who you truly belong with. His claws are out of his control as he pins you against the closest wall and shreds that beautiful dress to pieces.
Your shrieks only turn him on even harder, and your confused stare as you ask him what in the hell he thinks he’s doing. He’s practically leaking a puddle in his boxers because no matter what you can’t hide the fast rise and fall of your chest and your dilated pupils.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy fucks you against possibly every surface in your room, whispering endless words of praises into your ears and into your skin. Explaining that you’re his and you always have been. No one else will have you so long as he’s around. Worshipping every inch both old and new. Biting at your soft flesh and searing it with his scent. Making sure it’s so strong that both monster and human will know that you’re rightfully and fully taken.
He plays with your body, working it and proving just how deeply he knows you both inside and out. Tweaking at your overly sensitive nipples, grinning wickedly when they bead with milk that doesn’t belong to him.
Still he takes it greedily too. Everything you have to offer he wants it all. And when he moves his hand down your plump frame to roll the even more sensitive bud of nerves between your thick thighs he scoops up every little drop of essence that spills there too and drinks it as if it’s the finest ambrosia.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy doesn’t stop until you’re a boneless pile of mush. Making you cum over and over again, painting his cock white with your cum. In return he spills every heavy load into your walls, filling you to the brim till it spills out of you and then quickly splashing more into your depths to replace any that got away from leaving.
Leaving you way too fucked out to even think about going on a date with someone else. And even when finished he keeps his already rock hard cock all snug inside you, grinding the hilt of him against your entrance like it isn’t quite close enough. You can’t even think about complaining when he’s all softness and warmth. Not that you would either way.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy doesn’t know how much his words have taken root in you. While you haven’t thought much about staying with the man who helped you bring a child into this world, the more you think about it the more you like it. In fact, you like it a lot. Realizing that you actually do want to be his and you want him to be yours.
Especially as the next day he continues to be the amazing monster you’ve known for years now. Always attentive and protective of both you and your baby. He keeps you pressed firmly against his side until a sudden gust of wind blows through and your child whines in protest, adorable face scrunching up as if close to crying.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy briefly releases you from his hold to use the hand not holding them up to fix their scarf. You smile at the scene, melting at the sight of them before your eyes unintentionally wander and you see you’re not the only one affected. A few women ooing and awing at him.
A sudden urge of possessiveness takes over you for the first time, taking you by surprise as you wrap your arm around his waist this time. The other women’s eyes flit over to you, realization sparking before they quickly turn their backs to you in embarrassment. It seems you guys aren’t the only ones surprised as he turns to look at you. His gaze curious and innocent as your child’s, making you melt all over again.
Dilf Monster Baby Daddy asks gently what you’re doing. For a moment you think about lying or brushing it off. But when you meet his eye you can’t hold back in admitting that you’re staking your claim in return. He smiles, nodding as if praising you and then returning the gesture. Fusing you back to his side as you guys go on about your day as a new family.
And while he might’ve claimed you as a mate in the monster way his next move will be to claim you in the human way. Putting a ring on your finger that you’ll never be able to take off.
Where the Shadows Kiss (fae male (Emrys) x fem human reader)
Summary: You discover the forbidden Grimoire of Emrys inside the infamous Shadow Castle. You ignore the warnings scrawled on its first page and touch the book. The act awakens Emrys, the ancient fae lord of shadows, who makes you pay the price for touching his book.
TW: NSFW, MDNI, dark romance, magic, power imbalance, fated mates, emotional tension, supernatural binding/contract, shadows like ropes and moving like tentacles, oral (fem), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restraint using shadow-ropes, praise, creampie, nickname (little thief), lots of fluids.
This was a surprise commission to a dear friend on patreon. Enjoyy!
This is the Grimoire of Emrys.
In the year when the moon eclipsed the sun, this tome was bound with shadows and soul.
To touch these pages is to bind yourself to my keeping.
Body and shadow. Heart and soul.
Mark this well.
This is no book of mere learning.
It is contract.
It is trap.
It is mine.
Sealed by Emrys of the Night Court, Keeper of Shadows.
You couldn’t believe you’d found the Grimoire.
It was even more impossible to believe that, after reading the stark warning on the first page, you had stubbornly, foolishly, opened it further.
It was as if the book had been waiting. As if it had called you.
The old gothic castle was silent, the library smelling of wax and dust. You’d heard the rumors. Visiting the Shadow Castle meant you had a chance to find the legendary Grimoire of Emrys. You’d risked it. Entered the magnificent castle from a door that was open at the back entrance.
Surprisingly, you hadn’t met a single soul. Nor had you planned to wander toward the library, but your feet had carried you there, to this desk, as if pulled by a string tied to your very soul. Stupidity? Perhaps. But now it was too late. You’d chosen to stay.
And so you stood before the desk, with the massive, throne-like chair behind it. Too big for you to sit... or rather hop on. Your palm lay flat on the Grimoire and with a soft breath, you turned it over and opened it. The heavy cover fell back with a thump and you winced because it was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
You prepared for the worst.
Nothing happened.
The pages were thick and velvety, spread open of their own accord filled with warnings, magic spells and sigils. The words seemed to pulse, the ink a living blackness that swam before your eyes.
Again, that should have driven you away. Logic, survival should have prevailed.
Turn back and run the hell away from this place, your mind said.
But instead… you felt warmth. Stay, your heart whispered.
A strange heat bloomed in your chest, spreading down your belly, then lower, warming between your thighs. You turned another page, eyes widening. There, inked in black and white, was a drawing. It was him. Emrys. The fae Lord.
Achingly handsome with broad shoulders and a face of sharp angles, eyes so emotional they seemed alive. Commanding, pulling you in. The longer you looked, the less it felt like paper and ink. It felt like he was looking back.
“Wow,” you whispered and leaned closer, eyes drinking him in; his powerful wings unfurling behind him, vast and dark, surrounded by claws. His cruel mouth was perfect. Before you could stop yourself, your hand moved, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then drifting down to his lips.
You jerked back as if burned by fire. They had felt warm.
“You should not touch what is mine.”
The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. Husky and low as a growl. The candles flickered once then steadied. The hairs rose on your arms.
“Even after the warning… you still read. You still look. Touch.”
“Who—” you gasped, whirling around.
Shadows appeared in the corner of the room. swirling like ink dropped in water. A wind rolled through, even if the windows were shut. And then he was there, stepping from a black portal. Emrys.
Tall, unearthly, hair pitch-black, eyes too sharp to be human.
Your pulse thundered in your ears. Gods... The drawing had not done him justice. He was taller, broader, more potent. His skin was a muted gray, his clothes black, blending seamlessly with the huge, clawed wings. A regal powerful body. Sharp cheekbones, pointy ears and a mouth that looked carved for cruelty.
Speechless and frozen, you watched as he approached, his booted feet making no sound on the Persian rug. The smell of him hit you next; a musky blend of night flowers, spice, and a masculine musk that went straight to your head. It made your knees weaken, your chest heaving.
“You were warned. Yet you opened the book. You read the inscription, studied my face. Foolish human.”
Your lips parted, but your tongue was a dry, useless thing in your mouth. Why were you frozen? Why couldn’t you command your legs to run? Was it him?
“It’s me,” he answered your silent panic. He moved closer, one clawed wing scraping along the floor, black and golden eyes roaming your face and body.
“Undo this right now,” you demanded, your voice stronger than you felt.
To your shock, he did. The invisible bonds holding you vanished and you jerked a little.
“There. Magic gone.” He gestured with his hands, a smile ghosting his mouth. “I’m surprised, though. I did not think you would come to me so soon."
“This is insane. People say you’re a myth.”
“People say many things. Humans have short memories and big mouths. That does not make me less real.” His gaze flicked to the open book, then back to your face. “You touched my Grimoire. You woke the binding. That is not a myth. That is a choice.”
“I did touch it and…I’m sorry.” You squared your shoulders. “But I certainly didn’t choose you.”
“You did. The moment you entered my castle, you accepted me,” he said simply, taking another step, forcing you back until the hard edge of the desk dug into your buttocks. Only a few inches separated you. “You were always meant to open my book.”
You chuckled, fingers curling against the rough oak. “You’re saying the most dangerous grimoire in the world simply allowed me to read it? That it opened for me? Wanted me?”
His smile vanished. Shadows appeared from around him, twisted and ropelike, moving in the air with a life of their own. More tendrils of living darkness seeped from the Grimoire itself, curling across you. Emrys spread his hands and caged you before you could flee, his palms slapping down on the desk on either side of your hips, his body leaning in close.
“No," he drawled against your lips. “I am saying I wanted you.”
So near. He was so near. Your eyes met his, vivid and fathomless as ink with golden flecks in them. Your pulse was in your throat, frantic, but not from fear. Something else was blooming under your ribs. Heat, hunger, a dangerous, thrilling kind of curiosity.
“And what happens now?” you asked boldly. There was no going back. You were caught. You’d storm through whatever happened. “You punish me for opening it?”
“Punish?” His claw traced the edge of the desk, so close that the air against your wrist prickled. The shadows followed the motion, trailing from his fingertip to wrap around your wrist. It felt warm and so soft and your whole body awoke in goosebumps.
“No, little thief. But I will claim what is mine. Curiosity has its price.”
His words coiled low in your belly, and you hated how much you ached for more. For the danger of the unknown. For him.
“And if I don’t want that?”
Emrys leaned in, his breath brushing your cheek, his scent warm, dizzying. The tendrils of shadow slid closer, higher. Two curling around your hands. Another, like a rope, slid up your calf, behind your knee, making you jolt. But the touch lingered, featherlight, fondling rather than grabbing.
“Oh, you do,” he murmured. “Your body already trembles for me. You don’t want to run. You want to stop thinking and succumb. You want me.”
He was right. You were trembling. A reaction you couldn’t suppress. Betrayal was in your own body, defying logic and causing heat to rise under your skin. Your heart was hammering so hard it hurt, and there was that fluttering ache between your legs that left you raw and desperate.
“What say you, little thief?”
You exhaled and finally said, "I shouldn’t want this, but I do.”
His lips came down to yours, hand cradling your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. You let go, your palms flattening against his hard chest, feeling his muscles contract as you kissed. Lips brushing and merging as if pulled by gravity.
Your noses nudged softly when he deepened the kiss, his hand rising to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You responded, your own fingers sliding along the sharp line of his jaw, tilting his face to better claim his mouth.
Lost in the feel of you, Emrys devoured your lips, tasting and tasting, unable to have enough. He lifted you on the tall desk, pulled you harder against his chest, and breathed softly against your wet mouth.
"Open."
Your lips parted on a sigh and his tongue sank in, tracing the seam of your teeth before delving deeper. A soft sound left you before you surrendered completely, your tongues meeting in a hot, wet dance. Gently at first, then with a deeper rhythm before slowing to tender again.
Amid the frantic kiss, he laid you down on the surface, his shadow-ropes wrapping around your wrists, pulling them high above your head. Pinning them flat against the cool, carved wood of the desk.
More shadows snaked around your knees and calves, spreading your legs open just enough to make you aware of every hard inch of him pressing against you. Emrys kept kissing you, and you kept responding, your tongue tangling with his, your fingers clutching at his clothes, knuckles white.
Cold air touched you everywhere.
You’d been so drugged by the kisses that you didn’t realize he’d used his magic to remove your clothes. Every single stitch. You rested bare on the desk, nothing between your skin and him but the bonds of his shadows. They slid over you like silk, making you shiver.
Emrys pulled back from your swollen lips and stood between your spread legs, his wings arched behind him in a beautiful sweep. His eyes roamed over your naked body. He still couldn’t believe he had you. His mate, accepting him and his shadows, spread open like a feast for him.
Pouty, well-kissed lips, softly curved breasts, hard nipples, and the prettiest cunt weeping for him.
A snap of his fingers and he was naked too, huge and powerful. You gulped, your turn to stare. He was magnificent. A broad, sculpted chest, a chiseled stomach, thick thighs, and between them… your eyes widened at the size of his cock. Inhuman, thick, long and thickly veined, with a bulbous head dripping with pearly pre-cum.
But he didn't take you with it. Instead, he bent down and resumed kissing you, letting that monster shaft rest against your inner thigh, like a lonely beast. You wanted more. You wanted that crazy, huge cock buried inside you, stretching you, filling the void.
“So beautiful. Open and exposed for me,” he said against your lips, tongue flicking against yours. “You know you can still say no.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Tell me what you feel.”
“Heat… everywhere,” you gasped, the magic ropes feeling like his mouth, his hands on your skin. “Like you’re touching me in a hundred places at once.”
“Good. That’s exactly what I want. You thinking only of me.“
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he rubbed himself against you, his cock brushing your inner thigh. His wings adjusted, curling around the desk like a leathery curtain. Two new shadow-ropes slid up your belly, tracing your belly, then moved upward to the underside of your breasts. You moaned as they wrapped around them, pressing, lifting, jutting your nipples up.
“Hmnnnn… haaaa.”
Emrys suckled one delectable nipple, tongue teasing the tip hotly. Simultaneously, a shadow stroked and circled your other nipple, mimicking the action of his mouth before his lips moved to claim that one, too. Strong, veined hands brushed along your inner thighs, so close to where you desperately wanted him, but stopping just short of your slick pussy.
“I… gods—” you moaned. “You’re… warm…please… hnn...”
“Say it,” he demanded and bit down gently on a taut nipple, just enough to make you squirm and cry out anew.
“You’re making me wet,” you blurted, pussy fluttering for his attention, for anything he would give you. “I need more. Please.”
He smiled. “Good girl.”
Again, he crushed his mouth to yours, lips meeting hotly, breaths teasing before his tongue thrust in your mouth. You whined into the kiss, pulling your tongue against his while more shadow-ropes neared your thighs.
Finally, came the hot touch slid between your pussy lips, sliding up and over you in a single stroke. A teasing circle that made you cry out in his mouth. Emrys drew back, watching as his shadows caressed you.
Ropes held your limbs, others worshipped your tits, two more playing with your cunt. Two shadow-tendrils spread your outer labia, baring your glistening hole to his eyes. A place to be fondled, suckled, kissed, and fucked.
Emrys lowered himself, his wings arching to accommodate the movement. He bent his head and brushed his lips to your slick folds, kissing your pussy lips the same way he’d kissed your mouth. You went frantic, your body awash with pleasure. But you could do nothing but take it as his tongue lashed out, lapping up your juices, flicking your clit, and growling against your flesh.
“There,” he murmured, lips kissing your folds, his nose nudging against your clit. “Mine. My pretty, dripping little cunt.”
Another shadow rope returned, the bulky tip nudging against your pussy while the ones curled around your legs shifted, tilting your hips up, presenting you fully to him. Emrys growled, the sound vibrating through your very bones as his hands settled under your ass, lifting you to his mouth.
“You’re trembling,” he said. “Both your heart and your cunt. Don't fear. Every shadow is a part of me. When they touch you, it is me, little one.”
“I'm not afraid! I want you to fuck me. You—the ropes—whatever—just… hnn!”
Your words were cut off when a shadow-rope thrust past your tight entrance at the same moment his mouth fastened on your clit. You cried out, already teetering on the edge of rapture. Emrys could tell and never changed the rhythm, the shadow-tendril pumping in and out of your pussy in perfect harmony with the suckling and lashing of his mouth and tongue.
All perfectly coordinated, giving your pussy their full attention while the rest of the tendrils caressed your hypersensitive body. Flicking your nipples, fondling your neck, rubbing your inner thighs. Your whole body sang under the multitude of touches, coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded in the most powerful, convulsing orgasm of your life.
“Do you belong to me?” he whispered against your dripping cunt, his now glistening lips forming a smile.
“Yes… yes, I do!” you muttered weakly. “All of me… yours!”
Another deep growl and his mouth returned to your clit, kissing the swollen bud before suckling it back into his hot mouth. You shattered again, thrashing in his hold without any hope of escape.
At the same time, a second shadow joined the one already fucking your pussy, squelching inside with all your wetness, both of them stretching you wide, opening you with shallow thrusts. The ones curled around your breasts kept flicking your nipples, this time with tiny pulses of magic that made your toes curl in the air.
The pleasure stacked, overlapped, became an unbearable continuous wave. Little aftershocks rocked over you, tears of bliss in your eyes. You couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began. And yet Emrys kept going, pushing you further.
“Too much…” you sobbed, head thrashing. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, obscene sounds echoing as he lapped at your cunt in the silent library. “You’re built for this. Built to take everything I give you. Built to make a messy, pretty little puddle all over my desk.”
The shadows inside you pulsed harder, faster, until you were writhing against them, every nerve a live wire screaming his name. Emrys kissed around your swollen, well-used folds, around where two of his tendrils were fucking you deep, watching your pussy lips flutter and your clit throb as another peak rolled through you.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured in awe.
Breaths stolen, you wiggled frantically, hands pulling against the shadow-ropes not to escape, but to anchor yourself. Emrys held you steady, his mouth licking your clit slower now, same with the shadows inside you, helping you ride the waves of pleasure. He watched you, he always did, then placed one last, tender kiss on your hypersensitive clit.
At his mental call, the shadows drew back. The living ropes squirmed in your pussy and slid out, dripping with your essence, leaving your body feeling empty and needy. You shivered as the other ropes restraining you released, and easily rolled you onto your stomach. Your ass was lifted into the air, your face pressed against the open pages of the Grimoire.
A soft whimper escaped you when the shadows returned, this time from the book, curling around your newly freed wrists, coiling firmly like velvet cuffs. Binding you to the Grimoire. Another set curled around your ankles, keeping your legs dangling on the edge of the desk and wide apart.
Emrys moved, the heat of his chest pressing against your sweaty back. He tugged your ass closer, his hands curving around your hips to pin you to the desk. He covered you from behind, his massive, throbbing cock rubbing against your glistening pussy, lubricating himself with your juices.
“Comfy?” he murmured, kissing along your spine. “You look ravishing, little thief. But if you don’t like it, I’ll release you. Say the word and it all ends.”
Your body arched involuntarily. “No, don’t! I want them. I want you. Like this.”
“I’m all yours, mate,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Feel me.”
And then came ultimate heat and pressure, the broad head of his cock pushing inside. Despite all the foreplay and stretching, he was too much. The sheer girth and depth he claimed as he pushed inside left you whimpering into the Grimoire.
Emrys groaned and his hand found the back of your neck, holding you steady as he stayed half-buried in your perfect, tight cunt. It was a feat; his whole body trembled with restraint. Your pleasure was his priority. So he waited, fingers teasing your nape.
“Easy. Breathe for me,” he purred and his shadows pulsed around you, teasing, pressing, stroking. Helping you relax and accept him.
You released a half sob, half moan. “Emrys—”
“I know,” he soothed, kissing your temple as he sank another inch deeper, the stretch making you see stars. “I know it's a lot, beautiful. But you can take it. You can take all of me. Let me in. Let me all the way in.”
A slight roll of his hips and you took more of him inside you. And that was how it went. Him pushing gently, steadily. And you gasping, moaning, crying out, waves of sensation rolling, building higher and higher.
When he finally buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against your skin, you broke all over again, your walls spasming wildly around the fat girth stretching them so tight.
Emrys growled, his hips drawing back, his cock slick and shiny with your juices before snapping back home with a wet, solid thud. He fucked you slow and tender, tracing his teeth and lips along your neck, murmuring, purring, praising, and dominating you all at once.
“Fuuuck… that’s it… so tight for me, so hot. Tremble for me… gasp for me… lose yourself in me, little thief… all of it… mine.”
The shadows pulsed in time with his movements, their rhythm pushing you back into him, your bodies meeting with loud, wet sounds that filled the quiet library. Emrys gradually doubled his pace, his hands clamping around your waist, wings flexing and pushing him even deeper inside you.
“Emrys… I… oh gods… I can’t… it’s too much—I’m gonna break—”
All the shadows uncoiled from you completely.
Freed of the bindings, Emrys turned you over in his strong arms, gathering you against his chest, your breasts pressed to the hot wall of his torso. He scooped you close, his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon and kissed you hungrily, his cock impaling you right up.
You cried out into his lips and clung to him as he pounded up into you, this new angle making you feel even fuller, cockhead kissing your cervix with every deep thrust. Your lips merged frantically, breaths mingling, until you both exploded in a final, shattering release. Your convulsions milked him deep, jet after hot jet of his cum filling you up until it dribbled heavily out of your pussy and onto the floor below.
“It’s done,” he growled, his cock still spilling heat inside you. “Body and shadow. Heart and soul. You’re mine.”
“What… do you mean?” you whispered, dazed, trembling, body yielding in his embrace.
He kissed your eyelids, your cheeks, your swollen lips. “You always were the only one who could touch my Grimoire. The only one who could survive my shadows. The only one who could survive me. You’re not just my little thief. You’re my fated mate.”
“Fated. Yours…” you trailed off with a small, satisfied smile.
“Yes…” His fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes met his, black shot with gold stars. “The only one who can open the Grimoire and love the monster who made it. The only one who can accept my shadows into her body.”
“I love the monster who made it,” you whispered. “And his shadows.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice breaking. “Say it while looking at me.”
“I love the monster,” you repeated, holding his gaze. “I love you. And your shadows.”
He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them, the gold within was brighter. His hard mouth formed the most breathtaking smile. The shadows that had retreated now returned, curling gently around your arms and waist, stroking you with affection, massaging your tender spots.
“Hmmm, so soft…” you murmured, leaning into their caresses. “They touch me exactly where I need them to.”
“Because they’re yours now, too,” Emrys said, nuzzling your hair. “Extensions of me. Extensions of you. They will obey your command as easily as mine.“
You blinked. “But… I have no magic.”
He nudged your nose softly. “You didn’t. But the Grimoire has a way of rewriting truths. You’ll feel it soon when you want something, the shadows will answer, little thief.”
You pouted. “Don’t call me that. I didn’t steal anything.”
“Oh, but you did,” he rasped. “You stole my heart and now, I’ll be taking yours in return.”
Commission October 2024 for anon!! This has so much sass, enemies-to-lovers vibes and smut!
Pairing: male Fae (Eli Thorn) x fem Vampire (Mara Sinclair)
Summary: a female vampire named Mara and a male fae named Eli are professors at the same university. They have been rivals since they met but they’ve been assigned to work on something together by the head of their department. Despite their attempts to get out of it, they agree to meet up to get the project done. Emotions are unleashed, their desire unmasked.
Warnings: 18+, oral (fem+male) foreplay, p in v sex, overstimulation, in public but magic keeps it private and no one finds them, many orgasms (fem), size kink, dirty talk, big fae🍆, lots of 💦.
Copyright @ 2024 by Kate Hart
This commission is owned by Kate Hart. As the original writer, I strictly forbid any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This is a commissioned short story and will be posted on the author’s sites for others to enjoy.
Late evening found Mara sitting in the back corner of the library, her legs crossed, drumming her dark-red nails against the leather arm of the velvet sofa. It was a quiet Saturday, no one was around. The library was open for her convenience. Moonlight filtered through the tall, narrow windows, sending faint shadows across the room. Silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face but her lips were twisted, a frown on her features.
She didn’t like waiting—especially when it was for him.
Professor Eli Thorn.
He was the last damn male in existence she would have chosen to cooperate with.
The project.
It was the worst duty she'd ever been given. Runes and magical artifacts from the Lost Ages. The words of the chief department still rang out in her mind. He had handed in this assignment at them with a single directive: "You two are some of our best minds and I'll expect you to work together, whatever your personal differences. Your research will provide remarkable intel for our university.”
Of all the damn people she had to cooperate with him.
Of course, Mara had tried to wriggle her way out of the assignment no matter how great. But the head of their department had been firm. Mara was busy enough already and working with Professor Thorn was going to be a pain in the butt. He grated on her nerves. He was a silver-tongued devil who thrived in finding ways to pry into her carefully guarded life, somehow invading every hour of her day with his maddening charisma.
Mara had watched him glide through lectures with ease, the students and fellow professors eating out of his hand, captivated by his calm, dark voice. Yet for some strange reason, Professor Eli Thorn decided to focus all of that energy on her. No matter what assignment she chose, no matter how tough her research, he always managed to find a way into her orbit, arranging things so he could poke her logic.
The sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention. Her gaze sharpened as the door finally opened, the subject of her thoughts entering with that cocky, unconcerned strut that made her bite her lips and shift uncomfortably in her seat. Damn it… there it went again, that unnecessary attraction she felt every time she saw the irritating fae.
Tall and well-built, he strolled in the room, looking damn fine in a dark, brown vest over a crisp, white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, lean forearms tattooed with runes—signs of the ancient fae magic he possessed. His hands were also inked and full of veins, his fingers long and deft. He wore a single accessory: a silver ring set with a black opal, a powerful heirloom from his ancestors.
His face was sharply defined, clean shaven and as if crafted by an artist with an aristocratic jawline, slightly pointy ears, high cheekbones, a smirking mouth and chocolate dark skin. Eyes the color of deep green settled on her with a knowing glance. His lashes were long, his hair as black as midnight, falling to just below his jaw. Mara had noticed— completely randomly— that he often brushed it back when lost in thought or just in casual charm.
Why had that unimportant detail entered her mind again?
Clearing her throat, she returned his gaze boldly. “You are late, Professor Thorn.”
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk as he sat down irritatingly beside her on the sofa. “Missed me, Mara?”
“You keep calling me by my name when I’ve never given you leave to do so.”
“I know that deep down you just love it.”
Her jaw tightened. “I prefer it when people keep the professional boundaries.”
He didn’t reply and gazed at her silently, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe, taking in her cold, almost regal stance. He lingered just a touch too long over her figure, noticed the way she tightened her thighs and he cursed himself for it. She was a creature of precision and discipline, yet at the same time, a living temptation, a dangerous mystery.
Yes, Eli thought silently, the vampiress was a vision, sitting there in a demure dark red dress that hid most of her smooth porcelain-pale skin. Yet, somehow, it managed to make her appear even more luscious, driving him mad with longing. She was tall, with generous curves and magnificent silver hair that fell in thick curls down her shoulders, reaching past her waist. Her hair was truly captivating, framing her face like a halo, emphasizing her striking blood-red eyes and lips— full bow-shaped lips, hiding her fanged teeth.
Eli had never met anyone like her. She was all prim, razor-edged disapproval and looked at him as if he were beneath her as if she'd rather drive a stake through his heart than spend another moment with him. But she also tugged at something deeper inside him, something darker within. There was a fire beneath that graceful pride of hers and he could sense it shimmering, scent her desire.
And the more he sensed that heat, the more he wanted to expose it—to shatter her walls, lay her bare, breathless and powerless, beneath, above him, in every position possible, every part of her entangled with him.
Bloody hell… he doubted he could complete the assignment after all. His defenses were crumbling. His patience snapping.
Eli swallowed back his innate craving and forced himself to focus.
"So," he said, breaking the tense silence between them. "How do you propose we divide the work, then?”
“I suggest we work separately and discuss only when necessary. I prefer my partners silent and obedient.”
Eli lounged back in his seat, his legs outstretching, arms nonchalantly folded across his chest. "Silent and obedient? Oh, Mara…" he drawled, allowing her name to slide off his lips. "It’s such a shame. I was never any good at obeying."
“Which, frankly, makes me question why I'm stuck with you.”
“Oh, poor you. But go ahead, sweetheart. Try pretending you don't want me here.”
“Enough with the useless talk. This project takes dedication and competence, I don’t want it to take forever, can we begin please?”
He grinned and stretched out with a leisurely look, obviously taking his time. "You know, judging by the fire in your eyes, it as if you wish you could make me disappear into thin air."
Eli saw her smile. Her lips curved, just a little, cute fangs peeking —and damn it, she was lovely.
“Was that a smile?” He leaned forward, his scent taunting her senses. “Pretty. Do it again.”
“Do you really think you're going to get to me with this nonsense?” she murmured, turning open her notebook in an attempt to avoid him.
He laughed. “How you wound me.”
She slammed her notebook shut and sighed. "If only.”
Another low husky laugh while he brushed his hair back and Mara couldn’t help but follow that motion. Warmth pooled in her belly and she flung herself up, quickly widening the gap between them. She hated him and his commanding, alluring energy that prickled her flesh.
No, she thought. Professor Eli Thorn was distracting and irritating. Nothing more.
Mara approached the tall bookcases but before she could grab a book, he was there, his chest pressing against her. Her notebook dropped to the floor and she clutched the bookshelf as she felt every line of his muscular chest against her back, his orangy musky scent surrounding her. He tantalized her senses, made her body tinkle in heat, liquid warmth trickling from her pussy. And yet she didn’t pull away.
“What are you— we are supposed to be looking over texts—ancient runes—”
“Hmmm,” he interrupted huskily. “It’s a project that will take a lot of work and cooperation.”
“Your games, Professor Thorne are pointless.”
“Tell me, Mara—do I get under your skin as much as you get under mine?” he drawled, his warm breath tricking her ear. He was at the end of his tether. Fuck patience. Fuck everything.
“I repeat, your games are pointless.”
“Liar.”
In a swift motion, he turned her over, his hard chest squeezing against her breasts and pressing her back against the shelves. Strong arms encircled her as she gasped and placed her palms into his chest, splaying her fingers wide to feel his muscles contract. Damn, he felt so good, so hard and unyielding, his scent wrapping around her.
“Yes, you are a liar,” he repeated, his voice husky, “you keep biting your lips, rubbing your thighs together.” He leaned down, his smirking lips inches from her own. “I can scent you, my naughty little vampiress. Your pussy must be soaked. Must be feeling so sore and needy down there, hm?”
“Is it amusing, Professor Thorne?” Mara’s voice was smooth but there was tension in her crimson eyes. “Treating me like this?”
“Amusing? Oh, absolutely.” His hands reached out, fingers burying in her silky hair. “I mean, how often do I get to see the perfect Mara Sinclair looking like she’s about to snap?“
"Release me. You're insufferable."
Mara struggled but didn’t use the full force of her strength. She could have him off of her in a few lethal movements, but she didn’t want to. She liked him exactly where he was. And he obviously liked it, too. He didn’t budge and chuckled low and deeply which both frustrated and left her breathless.
"And you enjoy every second of it, don't you? Go ahead, confess it. You pretend to hate me but you want me,” he drawled, pressing the head of his erection against her belly. “Gods, you drive me mad. I’ve wanted you ever since I looked at you.”
“If you think I’ll be drawn by your juvenile attempts at flirting, think again.“
“Oh, but you’re calling this flirting. And you know what? I believe there is a part of you that appreciates how I make you feel something other than perfect, something real."
Mara opened her mouth to reply only to have her breath shallowed by his mouth. His lips brushed against hers, tasted her before coaxing the seam apart and plunging inside. He growled at her taste, pinning her hands on either side of her head, his body pressing down on hers, his cock hard and pulsing. Nearly melting against him, Mara gave him her mouth, freely, opening at his invasion, their breaths and moans mingling.
Eli broke apart the kiss for a second, marveling at her kiss-swollen lips. “All you have to do is let go for once.”
“So that you can break me?" Mara replied, half-dazed by the kiss.
His grin grew nasty, his green eyes flaring with something predatory. "Never. I’ll let you break me apart, sweetheart, do whatever you want with me.”
And then he was kissing her again, this time devouring her lips and letting his tongue taste her mouth. Mara felt her knees go weak and tried to pry her hands free. After a few tugs, he set her free and she hungrily roamed her hands over his body, touching his broad back, feeling up the muscles of his chest and shoulders.
“Damn, Mara,” he groaned and gave a sharp thrust against her clothed belly. “It fucking hurts— hurts to be so hard for you.”
“Eli…” she whispered as she let her barriers fall, the carefully formed shields she had created collapsing under his touch.
“Finally, you called me by my name.”
His gaze met hers and she felt herself falling into the passionate green of his eyes, the desire simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to swallow them both. The line between desire and restraint snapped— it no longer mattered.
She was done hiding her emotions for him.
Done playing.
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Chaos, Coworkers & Connections (male fae (Tyl) x fem human reader)
Another commission by anon! Hugs!!
Summary: One hotel room. One long-distance coworker. One day everything changes for you and Tyl.
Warnings: fantasy themes, consenting adults, overbooked hotel (one room/one bed), illusions, power play, years of remote tension snapping into real physical chaos, magical restraints (shadow ribbons), possessiveness, mating bond, oral(fem), fingering, P in V, multiple climaxes, fae stamina.
You should have known.
You should have known when the receptionist at the hotel desk gave you that look. That slight downturn of her lips, that flicker of panic behind her eyes.
“I’m so sorry. There’s only one room left.”
And standing right beside you? Tyl.
Your long-distance coworker, partner in late-night deadlines, king of chaotic messages and flawless PowerPoints.
Blond, tall, lean and infuriatingly perfect. Slightly smug but insufferably handsome — more handsome than on video calls. A touch of silver at his temples, which made him all the more attractive.
Oh, he was a fae, too.
And, today, you saw him in his full glory.
The tailored shirt clung just right over his shoulders, the sleeves rolled to reveal strong veined forearms. He wore fake glasses that made you feel things you shouldn’t when you knew full well he didn’t need them. As if he wasn’t already dangerous enough with that smile, that voice, and those inhuman golden eyes.
He was elegance and disorder all wrapped in a lean, strong body. One that belonged in a fantasy novel... or a bike trail. Half storybook prince, half biking enthusiast. Either way, he was stunning.
You turned to Tyl and tried to speak. Failed. Tried again.
“We can… take turns sleeping in the bed. Or… I’ll take the floor.”
He tilted his head, glasses catching the light. “You’re not sleeping on the floor. Don’t insult me.”
And with that he plucked the keycard from the receptionist’s fingers and strolled off, already owning the hallway and all the stares around him. You rushed after him, half stunned, half sweating.
You reached the room. The keycard beeped. The door opened.
And there it was.
One room. One too-soft bed. One too-large fae filling the space.
Your every nerve screamed danger.
What was the real danger you asked?
You. Alone. With him.
Tyl stood near the window, leisurely taking in the room. Then he turned, his golden eyes roaming over you with an intensity that froze your breath.
The way his gaze raked down your body made your core clench. There was no smug grin. No teasing quirk of his lips. Just stillness.
This wasn’t what you were used to. You’d only ever seen him in Zoom windows, pixelated smiles, the occasional glitchy laugh. A handsome face on a screen. A husky voice filtered through tinny speakers.
But now… now he was here.
Close enough for you to smell the warm spice of his cologne. For you to see every detail on his beautiful face. To feel his heat even through his clothes.
“Tyl?”
He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you. Through you. His chest rose and fell and his expression was heated.
“I thought I was imagining it.” The timbre of his voice was lower than usual. Rougher.
You frowned. “Imagining what?”
“You.”
“I thought it was a crush,” he explained. “A distraction. Something stupid. But your scent… It never came through the screen. And now…”
He stepped closer.
Close enough for you to smell him; warm spice, something woody and pleasant.
“What?” You studied him curiously.
“I worked with you for three years. Sat through your sarcastic messages, watched you in every Zoom meeting; the way you tilt your head when you’re focused, the way your eyes spark when you’re about to destroy someone in a meeting. I memorized the shape of your smile through a webcam. I’d log off and still think about you.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
He continued.
“But it wasn’t until I saw you today—scented you that it hit. That this… this fucking fire in my chest… this hunger? It’s the bond. You’re my mate.”
You blinked at him, lips parting. “Mate… as in, bonded?”
He nodded, jaw tight. “I should’ve known. The bond doesn’t form through fucking webcams. But the second you walked in that conference room, I sensed it. Smelled it. Magic sank its teeth in me and said you’re mine.”
His nostrils flared. Fingers twitched like they were aching to touch.
You didn’t back away. You stepped into his space.
“I too, thought I was… obsessed with you,” you confessed, eyes settled on his. “Like… I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you laughed. The sound of your voice saying ‘good morning’ on a Monday call. I scheduled those meetings early just so I’d hear you first thing in the week.”
That cracked a little laugh out of him. “You liked me?”
“For years.” You smiled. “You were my world, my handsome chaos, and I loved it. I loved you. I just never thought…”
His hands were on your face in an instant, forehead touching yours.
“You’re mine,” he rasped. “But only if you want it.”
“I want it. I want you. I always have.”
Tyl groaned like it gutted him. “Fuck, I’m going to lose my mind over you. You say that and expect me to behave? I want to rip the damn hotel apart. Lock the doors. Make you mine until the bond sings in your bones. Hide you from every other bastard in that building who even glanced at you today.”
“You’re not the only one losing their mind,” you admitted. “I want to feel it too. The bond. The magic. You.”
In a blink, you were cradled into his arms, grinding your bodies together. You gasped, greedily clinging to him, your curves melting against the heat of his chest. His cock pressed form against your belly, so big you could feel the pulse of it even through his pants. You moaned softly, clutching his shirt for dear life.
“Gods, you don’t get it… How could you? For three fucking years I watched you smile at coworkers who didn’t deserve it. I hated every moment you talked or gave attention to anyone else.”
“But it was you I ever wanted,” you reminded him sweetly.
“Hmm, it all makes sense now. You were never supposed to belong to anyone but me. I want to mark you, keep you, ruin you for anyone else.”
That did it. Your patience snapped.
You surged up with a growl, hungry for him. Your mouth crashed into his. He met you halfway, kissing you like a man starved for years. He was starved. Your lips collided, your tongues tangled, your moans vanishing into his mouth.
It was a feral, claiming kiss, one that stole oxygen and sanity.
Strong hands pulled you close, chest to chest, soul to soul as he devoured you.
The world tilted.
You hit the bed flat on your back. Your gasp was swallowed by his mouth. Tyl was on you, looming, pressing down. All sleek muscles and restrained fae power grinding into you. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, and damn, the weight of him felt so good.
You felt his magic moving like liquid smoke. Soft and silken it danced over your body, winding around your wrists where he held them, then tightening. The shadows bound you to the headboard with a low hum, and you gasped as the bond pulsed between you like a second heartbeat.
“You feel that?” he whispered, dragging his tongue down your sternum as he unbuttoned your shirt. “My magic knows you’re mine. And it likes it.”
“Tyl… yes...” you tried to say more, but it came out as a moan.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so fucking long,” he said as his fingers made quick work of your shirt. “Every Monday, every fucking time, you’d talk sweet and innocent while my cock throbbed under the desk. You drove me crazy. And now? You’re mine.”
Your shirt was gone. Your bra, too. You barely noticed how until his mouth sealed over your nipple, in hot and hungry suction, while his hand tormented the other with pinches and strokes that had you arching off the bed.
The shadows binding you flexed tighter, reacting to every moan, every squirm. Magic curled across your skin like lightning.
And on the walls behind him, illusions appeared. Images of you, naked and flushed, bent over the conference table. Then another one. Straddling his lap, your thighs spread wide. More. On your knees with your mouth stretched wide around his cock. Your face streaked with his cum.
Visions from his mind. His fantasies.
“You’re showing me what you’ve imagined, what you crave.”
He smirked, tongue dipping into your navel. “Just the tamer ones.”
Strong fingers traced down your legs, parting them. Your pants and underwear were gone before you realized and he was kneeling between your legs like a worshiper before a goddess. Warm breath caressed your skin just before his lips pressed to your inner thigh.
“Three fucking years…” he murmured, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive flesh. “Three years imagining how you’d taste, how you’d sound… And now I finally get to find out.”
You whimpered, hips twitching. “Hmmm… yes... Tyl—”
“Say my name,” he growled, lips brushing right near your center.
“Tyl.”
“Again.”
“Fuck—Tyl, please—”
The shadows in the room shifted. They slithered down, ribbons of magic wrapping your waist, curling around your thighs and drawling them back. Opening you wide, holding you still.
And then he was there.
The first swipe of his tongue was slow. Testing. Patient.
The second? Devastating.
Wrists straining against his magic, you writhed with happy moans, the shadows tightening just enough to keep you from thrashing. Held you suspended under the skilled kisses of his mouth. He licked you with long, greedy strokes, lapping up your slick like it was nectar.
Then his teeth added to the game, grazing your mound ever so softly. You sobbed when he pressed two thick fingers inside you, curling them just so while flattening his palm against your lower belly.
You came undone, back arching as the shadows thrummed around your wrists. The orgasm was like magic exploding inside your spine, waves crashing over you in pulsing, breathless jolts. You’d never experienced something like that.
Tyl gave you no time to recover and dove back in. His mouth was too skilled, too hungry. His fingers were perfect, stretching you, moving like they already knew you, like your body had already whispered its secrets. He didn’t stop until your legs trembled. Didn’t pull away until you whimpered his name in a second climax.
“You’re perfect,” he rasped, licking his slick lips. “So damn sweet. Made for my mouth.”
And then he stood. Long enough to strip, clothes tossed aside with zero care and you saw. Not just the length of him, thick, flushed, leaking and aching, but the way his magic coiled along his sculpted body. Hungry. Possessive. Wild.
You stared. Shit. He was big. The kind of big that made you bite your lip. Could you even take him?
He saw your look and grinned like a devil. “Oh, you’ll take every inch of me, sweetheart. Gonna stretch you good, go so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
He crawled closer, his form blocking out the room.
His cock nudged your entrance, the bulbous tip playing with your moist folds.
“Tyl…”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I want to feel it. All of it. The bond. Your magic. You.”
He groaned, deep and guttural. “I won’t stop until you’re full of me.”
“Yes, please. Gods, yes—hnn…"
He pushed in.
The broad head of his shaft breached your entrance, thick and unbelievably hot. The stretch was sharp and sweet all at once, and you moaned softly beneath him. He fondled your hips and the shadows tightened around your wrists as your walls made way for him, inch by glorious inch.
Tyl hissed. “You’re so tight… fuck… you are mine. Look how perfect you take me. You were made for me.”
You did look. The view was beautifully obscene. Watched your folds stretch around his shaft, saw how wet you were, juices coating him, frothing. He pulled out just enough to drive in deeper with a snap of his hips, forcing another inch inside.
Gentle thrusts. Filling you. Claiming you. Until he was seated to the hilt.
All of him.
Every veined, glorious twitching inch, buried in your heat.
The shadows pulsed in acceptance, in time with your heart.
The bond snapped into place like fire and silk lacing your soul to his.
Every thrust after that sent pleasure spiraling higher and higher. More illusions burst behind him. One had you on your hands and knees, another with your thighs wrapped around his waist, your body limp, thighs sticky, your mouth open on a silent scream.
“Tyl… Tyl! Ahgh...I’m close...”
“Let go, sweetheart. Let that perfect cunt milk me.”
Legs locked around him, you came again, harder this time. Your pleasure felt like magic detonating under your skin. Your walls convulsed around his girth. You screamed his name. The shadows surged, locking you in a perfect arch, body shaking as he bottomed out and followed, flooding your depths. His nose tucked into your breasts, his voice breaking against your tender nipples, your name falling like a prayer.
When you finally blinked back to reality, your wrists were released. Tyl leaned over you, breathless and proud. His glasses were crooked. You giggled, pulling them off as you kissed his sexy mouth. He growled and responded fervently, his cock still hard inside you, throbbing.
He’d just released and he was still hard, still eager.
Fae stamina, you realized, was no joke. Lucky you!
You rolled over, wiggled your ass at him with a smirk. “You sure you can keep up, baby?”
He growled, lightly smacked one smooth cheek. “You just asked for it.”
You were already moaning as he drove into you from behind, your face pressing into the pillows. His pace was fluid, his thrusts relentless. In no time, yet another orgasm chased your heels. You came with a cry and he followed moments later, stuffing you again.
And again, he was still hard.
Still playfully, you turned and pushed him onto his back, commanding his shadows to surround his wrists this time. Surprisingly, they obeyed you. And he let you take control. Let you kneel between his thighs and worship him.
Rubbing his trembling thighs and bobbing your head up and down his rigid shaft. You licked the beads of precum and your own moisture around him. Suckling the weeping tip like a lollipop. Swallowing him inch by inch, your hands fondling his swollen balls. He gasped, muscles twitching, shadows trembling.
Eventually, he lost all semblance of control and broke free of the restraints. He dragged you up to straddle him and slammed into you in one perfect thrust, making you mewl. You rode him hard, his hands full of your tits, flicking your nipples, driving you higher.
“Tyl… harder, please!”
He groaned. “That’s it, mate. Beg for it. Gods, I love you like this.”
The headboard slammed against the wall when he snapped his hips faster, using his grip on your tits to pull you deeper into the rhythm.
“Come again,” he gritted out. “I’m so close. Wanna feel you squeeze me while I fill you again. Remind you who you belong to.”
“I’m there... hnnn… ’m yours,” you gasped. “Won’t ever forget.”
That was it.
You both broke.
You fell apart sobbing his name, your walls clenching around him in pulsing waves. He followed immediately, roaring into your tits as he spilled once more, flooding you with another load. You could feel every twitch, every spurt, you were lost in him, the bond singing between you.
“You’re mine,” you whispered, happy, satisfied, boneless.
“I’m yours,” he kissed you, not frantic, not rough. Just slow, deep, real. “My mate. My everything.”
—summary: The summer heat has you slipping between sleep and reality. Something not-so corporeal helps you cool off.
—warnings: ghost x human, monsterfucking, piv sex, mirror sex (technically), creampie, dubcon/somnophilia.
—word count: 1,3k
—a/n: no thoughts just horny. also on AO3
The best thing about living alone, you’ve come to realize, is the privacy. You’re free to do whatever: take your time in the bathroom in the morning or whenever you want, spend an eternity soaking in the claw-footed tub this house came with, walk around your home in the skimpiest clothing imaginable (not only does it help to beat the summer heat, it also (technically) leaves you less laundry to do), splay out on your king-sized bed in a starfish position, limbs akimbo, drag the full-length mirror in your bedroom in front of your bed and stare at the way any dildos you own get swallowed up by your greedy cunt.
No point in wondering why the last owner was in such a rush to get rid of it; so much so that he accepted well below market price for a freshly renovated, fully-furnished house with a moderate backyard in a relatively safe neighborhood.
The longer this heatwave lasts, the skimpier your clothes get. There’s barely any fabric to cling to your constantly sweat-slick skin by this point, just a tiny skirt hiked so far up your bare skin touches the wooden chairs when you sit and a shirt that’s more spaghetti straps than torso. The huge, double-door fridge is a reprieve, cool air billowing out and caressing your heated skin. It almost feels like a genuine caress, like someone’s cool hands sliding down your body.
Seriously, you need to get out of the house and meet people instead of fantasizing about the cool touch of your fridge. But the outside is infinitely hotter than the inside.
You kick the bedsheet away from your body, grumbling at the lingering day heat. You’d stripped the sheet from the duvet the moment spring chill had plunged into summer heat and stuffed the latter into the closet until fall. Even then, you tend to wake up without the sheet in the morning, finding it crumbled on the floor. Yesterday was another sweltering day. It has left the air stuffy and the fans only push the warm, stale heat around without providing any relief. You unplug them in a fit of frustration and cringe at the feeling of moisture when you lay against your pillow again.
Sleep doesn’t completely evade you but you’re not fully asleep, either. You think so, at least. There are moments of brief blackouts, where you open your eyes and turn to look at the time only to find not even an hour has passed. Your eyelids feel heavy.
Then, there are the hands on your body. Caressing, petting, groping. They’ve been there for some time now, just touching, feeling. They’re not cold, just cool enough to feel pleasant against your heated skin and inject some relief into your sluggish thoughts of sun and heat. A sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Fingertips trance the expanse of your skin, draw constellations between your moles and freckles. The other hand moves to rest on your breast. It kneads the soft flesh, gently pinches your nipple between its fingers, runs a thumb over it.
You inhale sharply, heart thrumming in your chest, pressing your thighs together. It does little to quell the desire for friction, or touch. The hand tracing its fingertips down your body reaches your hip, then skirts across your flesh to rest on the inside of your thigh. You blink languidly; the heat is stifling, your head feels thick.
Cool fingers dip between your legs, press against your clit like — like they’re what? Testing the waters. You stifle the half-baked moan in the back of your throat.
The hands leave you all at once and you croak out a sound that doesn’t even sound like you, desperate and needy. They’re back not even a moment later, though, heavy on your hips as if they’re trying to guide you. You reach for a pillow and prop it under yourself. It’s a nice dream, you don’t need it to end because it forces you into an uncomfortable position that drives home the realization that it’s a dream. Because then you’ll wake up, alone again.
Something thick and heavy rests on your pelvis. Maybe this makes you a bad sex partner in this brief dream but you don’t want to reach out and touch it, guide it. If it’s your dream, your partner should know the where and how. The cool hands planted firmly on your hips pull you forward just slightly and the weight from your pelvis disappears. It rests against your entrance, but doesn’t push forward just yet. One hand leaves you and the tip of its cock drags through your slick folds, bumps against your clit.
“Please,” you croak, staring at the ceiling. Your throat is dry.
The stranger’s cock angles itself against your entrance and pushes in carefully. You take a slow, deep breath in, try to relax around the pleasant intrusion. The hands — under your knees now, guiding your legs apart. A body presses against your thighs. Whoever it is, stops, pauses for a moment. You clench around the cock buried in your cunt. A cold, shuddering breath hits you. Goosebumps rise on your skin. The hands push your knees further apart until there’s an ache in your muscles, and then they depart, one finding a spot on your waist, the other your breast.
It moves, then. The cock nestled deep within you sharply pulls back and thrusts in again. You scramble for anchor, to grab onto something but all you come up with is sheet that tugs loose. Their pace is dizzying, thighs slapping against yours, cock plunging into your wet cunt. The sound is so wet and lewd and goddamned loud in the still silence of your home. You go to stifle the half-moan half-groan in your throat but— wait, it’s your house, your dream, who gives a fuck about the neighbors? The cock in your cunt pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts in again and hits that spot, so good, dragging against your slick walls and you swear you feel every groove and dip, every goddamn vein. Your moan slips out involuntarily, and whoever it is here with you, seems invigorated.
The hand on your breast leaves, a forearm rests around your thigh, pulling it up and — fuck, their cock drives in so incredibly deep you nearly choke on your own spit. You scramble upwards, resting your weight on your elbows to look at your partner —
There’s no one there. Your bedroom is empty. But there’s a hand on your torso, cool fingers digging into your flesh and a forearm supporting your thigh and the shape of someone’s shoulder against your Achilles’ tendon. There’s a cock plunging into your cunt and you hear someone’s labored breathing.
The full-length mirror skids across the laminated floor and stops in front of your bed. Something invisible is thrusting into your pussy, gaping back at you in the reflection. Your face burns — your whole body burns. You can’t look away from the debauchery staring back at you. Whoever — whatever — it is, thrusts harshly, cold hands pulling you against their body. Your thighs are wet and sticky, slamming against theirs, your hole gaping back at you, being abused by something you can’t see. It sends you hurtling over the edge.
You come around the phantom cock with something reminiscent of a shriek and a moan and terror and pleasure all combined. Your cunt clenches around the thing your muscles sore and sweat beading on your skin. The cock plunges into you again and again and again and you blink back the tears and the fear and the overwhelming pleasure. The fingers on your body dig into your flesh and the cock nestled in you buries deep, thighs pressing against your own, and spills. It’s so warm, so pleasant. The mirror skids closer, right until it touches the edge of the bed.
Your cunt is forced wide open. Stuffed. The pearlescent cum coats your walls, oozes out from inside you, dribbles onto your bedsheets. The cock in you stays there but the body moves.
A small fogged patch, like warm breath, appears on the mirror, and then, letters.
╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⭑.ᐟ : Your brother asked you to watch over his adopted sons for the night while he attended an important meeting. However, he forgot that he had asked you in the first place, and in the midst of all the confusion, you're now tasked with babysitting your two nephews alongside your brother's friend, Nanami Kento.
⭑ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Not really much, fluffy fluffy fluff, you're Gojo's younger sister by like a year, you're 28, he's 27, Yuji and Megumi are your adopted nephews, fem!reader, ooc? etc etc.
⭑ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Nanami Kento x Reader
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ⭑
You're pulling up into your brother's driveway when another parked car catches your eye.
You frown slightly. Satoru never said anything about having anyone else over.
He had called you a week ago to watch over his adopted sons for the day, Yuji and Megumi; though knowing him, he probably forgot.
You sigh. Might as well go see your nephews anyway - since you came all the way.
Parking your car in the driveway, you make your way onto the porch to ring the doorbell.
Immediately, you hear screaming and chaos from within the house, snorting as you come to the conclusion that it's probably Yuji and Megumi clamoring to the door. Though, your idiot brother most likely had a hand in the destruction that was occurring too.
Eventually someone opens the door, and to your surprise it's someone new.
A tall man, around your age or older, with sandy blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes. He's wearing a nice polo and slacks, undoubtedly something a little over the top for what you assumed to be babysitting, but you found it cute.
It may or may not have taken you a while to realize you were staring though.
Clearing your throat you look to the side while flashing the man an awkward smile.
"S-Sorry! I-uh, I'm Satoru's sister" you say, giving him your name while sticking out your right hand for a handshake.
The man looks amused, reciprocating your handshake and chuckles lightly. "No worries. My name is Nanami."
Just then, Satoru comes barreling in, a child in each arm. His hair is mussed up and his sunglasses are crooked, something you point out to which he groans, setting Yuji and Megumi down, only for them to run out the door and attach themselves to your legs.
"Hi Auntie!" Yuji chirps, grinning widely as his looks up at him excitedly.
Megumi doesn't say anything, being the quieter of the two, but you don't miss the small smile on his face as he smushes his cheek against your leg in a hug.
You chuckle, ruffling their hair affectionately. "I missed you too, boys. Is Satoru treating you okay?"
Yuji huffs and shakes his head vehemently. "He's a meanie."
You raise an eyebrow and your brother stares at the pink haired boy incredulously. "What do you mean?! I let you have dessert before breakfast yesterday!"
You glare at Satoru and sigh, lifting up Megumi so you were carrying him on his back, and gently detaching Yuji from your leg in favor of holding his hand.
"And I'm assuming that means you forgot you wanted me to babysit last week?" you ask, and Megumi peeks his little face over your shoulder judgmentally.
Your brother groans. "Ah shoot... completely slipped my mind. Completely forgot I texted you with everything going on..." he looks at your helplessly and you relent.
Sighing, you finally step inside the house, and turn towards Nanami, no longer as awkward as you initially were as you slip into Auntie mode.
"How about this- you go to that super important meeting you needed to attend and Nanami and I will stay here and watch over the boys. I'm sure we can handle it, right?"
"Yes, we will be fine. We'd probably do better than you anyways." Nanami says, rolling his eyes and you fight off the urge to laugh.
Ignoring his friend's comment, your brother wraps you in a one armed hug before grabbing his coat and thanking you both one last time, closing the front door and dashing to his car.
Megumi still on your back, groans. "I'm hungry."
Yuji nods. "Me too!"
You chuckle, walking to the kitchen to whip up something for dinner, setting Megumi down as you face the man behind you. "Nanami, do you want to keep them occupied while I make something? I won't be long, maybe only 15 minutes."
The blonde haired male nods, scooping Yuji and Megumi up in his muscled arms. "Sounds alright to me. We'll be in the living room."
You smile and rummage around the kitchen, praying to some supernatural force that the only thing Satoru kept in here wasn't just loads of sweets. Thankfully, your brother had some sense left in him and you found a decent amount of rice noodles in the pantry along with some broth and vegetables.
Putting together a decent meal, you put the bowls of steaming noodles on a tray and bring it to the living room where the boys are.
You find Yuji and Megumi watching Nanami in interest as he recounts a story from his work, only to bolt up immediately at the sight on you with food.
You place them down on coasters on the coffee table, warning them that the noodles were hot and to be careful, before handing a bowl to Nanami with a smile.
"Here- I'm not sure if you've babysitted these two before, but eat up, because you're going to need the energy."
Nanami smiles slightly. "Thank you. It looks amazing."
You feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach from his earnest compliment, nods, motioning to the kitchen.
"I'm going to grab some water for us - want to come?" You ask, and he nods, setting his bowl down on a coater and gets up to follow you to the kitchen.
Looking around the kitchen you groan, not realizing the step stool wasn't present in the room. You see the cabinet where your brother keeps his cups and curse your parents in your mind for giving him such tall genetics as you attempt to reach the cup on the shelf.
"Here, let me get that for you." Nanami's deep voice comes out from behind you and you freeze, realizing just how close he is, basically trapping you against the counter as his chest brushed against your back, grabbing four cups for you.
He hands them to you as you turn around, your eyes meeting with him beautiful brown ones, and yet again, you find yourself staring.
Clearing your throat awkwardly for a second time, you look away, and mumble out a thank you.
You fill up the four cups, and with Nanami's help you bring them back to the living room, handing them to the boys before digging in to your respective bowls of noodles.
Nanami offers to do the dishes, and you smile warmly as you thank him and usher the boys upstairs to get ready for bed.
However, even after they've brushed, showered, and settled into their pajamas, they still have energy for one last game for the day.
"Can we play 20 questions?" Yuji asks, plopping down on the large rug in his shared room with Megumi and you sigh, chuckling lightly as you sit down, patting the space in front of you and Megumi and Yuji sit down excitedly.
At that moment, Nanami comes upstairs, sitting down next to you across from the boys.
"What are we doing?"He asks, and Yuji grins at him widely.
"We get to ask you guys questions!" he chirps, and Megumi nods.
"Wait, that's not how-"
"Why don't you have a wife?" Yuji asks the man to your right, catching the both of you off guard.
"Uh- well, how do you know I don't?"Nanami asks, raising an eyebrow at the very inquisitive child.
"Do you have a wife?" Megumi asks immediately, mirroring the man's expression.
"Well- no."
"Then why don't you have a wife?" Megumi asks, and you want to laugh at the man's visible discomfort.
"How about we move on, yeah?" you say, trying to show a little mercy to the poor blonde.
"You many friends do you have?" Yuji asks, turning to you and you blink, unsure of how to answer.
"Um...three...?" You answer, a little sheepish.
"That's not many." Megumi says, unimpressed.
"Why do you only have three friends?" Yuji asks incredulously, his golden eyes impossibly wide.
"Well, um... back to him!" you chuckle nervously, nudging Nanami with your shoulder to change the topic.
"How come we only see you during the holidays?" Yuji asks Nanami curiously.
"Because I work an office job." Nanami answers, relieved to have a question he can answer.
"Is that why you don't have a wife?" Megumi asks and Nanami looks like he doesn't know why he puts up with the boys' antics.
He sighs, and stands up, brushing off his slacks. "Okay, enough questions - time for bed."
Yuji and Megumi groan, but you quiet their complaints with a knowing smile.
"Hey now, no frowns. If you two go to bed right now without complaints, you'll get a bedtime story."
Yuji and Megumi brighten up immediately. Your stories held a very high reputation in the Gojo household, and they knew it, racing to their beds and eagerly diving under the covers, awaiting your story. Sitting on Megumi's bed, and Nanami sitting on Yuji's you take a deep breath, and start recounting a story about a grumpy dinosaur who didn't have many friends.
"Did the dinosaur work in an office?" Megumi mumbles and Yuji is thrown into a fit of giggles.
You frown and flick Megumi's shoulder lightly. "Be nice, boys, and apologize."
"Sorry Mr. Nanami..." the boys mumble and you sigh quieting them again, sending an apologetic look to the blonde on Yuji's bed to which he responds with an amused expression.
"Good. Now, it was the dinosaur's birthday and...."
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It's late at night now, the boys fast asleep as you sit on the balcony floor that overlooks the backyard.
You hear the door slide open, and suddenly Nanami joins you on the wooden floor, heat radiating off of him and you have to physically restrain yourself from getting closer to its source.
"So, you've been doing this for a long time, right?" He asks, and you turn to him, surprised.
"Huh? Oh yeah, Satoru adopted them the year we graduated, so I've had my fair share of babysitting duties since then."
"Oh, you and Gojo are the same age? I figured you'd be older, given how mature you are in comparison."
You snort. "To be fair, there isn't much maturity to compare myself against. We're basically the same age, Satoru was one of the oldest in our year and I was one of the youngest, so we're a little over a year apart. How old are you?"
Nanami chuckles. "I'm 27, so a year younger than you."
Your eyebrows shoot up. "You're kidding, I thought you were older than me! You're so put together in comparison to Satoru."
Nanami laughs. "And here I thought we weren't comparing ourselves to Gojo."
You laugh alongside him, sighing as you enter a comfortable silence, leaning against the walls of the house and staring at the stars.
"Call me Kento."
"What?"
"My first name. Call me Kento."
Your eyes widen, as the butterflies in your stomach are surely going crazy by now, but you manage to smile.
"Alright! Call me Y/N then. Don't think you'd want to call me Gojo too."
Nanami shakes his head, smiling. "No, you are far too special to be referred to by your surname."
You blink, staring at him, flustered. Did he just call you...special?
You can't bring yourself to look at him without dying from giddiness, but staring at the stars, you manage to speak.
"Thank you... I think you're pretty special too, Kento."
--> Different ringtone - when dating Laxus, he's a big softie on the inside and that much is absolutely clear. He will ignore everyone else, but the second you call, he picks up. He's changed your ringtone and will only pick up if he hears its from you. There may or may not have been cases where other members have been trying to call him and have been getting no answer whereas you can call him and be answered within seconds.
--> He will subtly try to impress you - especially when out on jobs. It's not so subtle to everyone else.
--> This man is touch starved - but he feels as if there is a reputation to uphold. However, with you, he can let his need for physical affection and PDA be known (yes, I think Laxus is a PDA guy). There will always be some form of physical contact, be it an arm around your shoulder, hand on your waist, fingers brushing over your thigh, even just a finger poking your nose, this man needs contact.
--> Subtly matching - him wearing a chain, and him getting you something similar to match him. Watch out for the anklet he might get you with his initial on it 👀
--> Sophisticated dates and planning - not all dates are fancy dinners somewhere. This man will be the type to leave a note with a time, place, and dress-code on it for you to meet him there. This could be for dinner, or for a spa visit, a shopping trip, or even a trip to the aquarium.
--> Insanely overprotective - he will insert himself into a situation if he thinks it's needed. If anyone is getting a little too close to you, he will move in and make it known that you are in a relationship with him. If someone has ever insulted you, he will go and personally hunt them down because how dare they.
--> A man of few words - so, he might not communicate his feelings well, if it all, but again, this man is all about physical affection and expression. You will learn to understand each other through body language and looks (you will become the couple to side-eye each other at dinner whilst watching the couple on their first date a few tables over).
--> Instant invitation to the team - you would spend so much time around Bickslow, Evergreen, and Freed. Their group can expand to fit you in it, and you've just gained three new friends.
--> Terrified of becoming his father - this is a hidden, but very obvious, trait of his. As a father, he will always try and better himself, he wants to be better and do better. Ivan won't even know he has any grandchildren, that's how much Laxus wants his own father out of the picture.
--> Stealing the coat - the OG. The holy grail of Laxus headcanons. The coat is being stolen. It would most definitely be the fluffiest thing out there so you can't be judged if you can't resist it. Enjoy it. Knowing you're at peace when wearing it (or even sleeping in it) cancels out any annoyance he may feel at having an outfit ruined by lack of signature apparel item.
how good I think fairy tail characters are at traveling pt. 1
♡ gray fullbuster -> he's calm and reliable; he'll check the route before the trip and always have a map on hand to make sure you're going the right way. overall a 9/10 experience. -1 point because he doesn't make time to stop and look at trinkets >:(
*this is if you're traveling just with him though. if you add basically anyone else, including natsu, cana, loke, or lucy, gray will become completely distracted and you might never get to your destination.
♡ erza scarlet -> she'll get you to your destination. you might obtain life-altering trauma, bury a body, and become a local eldtritch legend, but you will get to your destination. 8/10 if you don't mind coming out of the experience Changed.
♡ mirajane strauss -> this can go one of two ways. if you're with other people, mira goes into Big Sister Mode, and you will get to your destination with minimal shenanigans. she does factor in Trinket Time, so overall a 10/10 experience. if it's just mira, though, prepare to go on a spiritual rollercoaster. no plans, no tickets, no maps, just vibes. mira likes to explore new towns and cities without worrying about a schedule or keeping track of other people. she has disappeared for a week straight to just wander around fiore. it's about the journey, not the destination, y'know?
♡ lucy heartfilia -> this poor girl isn't directionally challenged but she is financially challenged. will accidentally spend your train money on a cute necklace in whatever town you're stopping in. she's a good travel companion, willing to socialize with the locals and find out the best sight-seeing and restaurant spots. allocates a bit too much time for Trinkets. you'll probably arrive at your destination with empty pockets but full hearts (and shopping bags.) a 7.5/10, could be higher or lower depending on how much you value your wallet.
♡ natsu dragneel -> just give up. if he doesn't scoop you up in his arms as happy flies the two of you in the completely wrong direction, natsu's probably wandering off without you. gets distracted by everything: food, shiny objects, bickering people. you're working double time to get to your destination in one piece AND not lose natsu in the process. a 4/10 that can be upgraded to a 6 or 7 if you buy him a fire-resistant leash backpack.
♡ sting eucliffe -> surprisingly, he's the one coordinating your trip. all cheery smiles and lighthearted jokes, he makes it look easy. you don't even know what train you're getting on or how long the ride is, you just trust sting. he's charming everyone: the train conductor, the old ladies at the market stalls, the young ticket seller at the station. all of that completely disappears once you get on the train and sting is reduced to a nauseous puddle of dragon slayer. 10/10 experience as long as he doesn't throw up on you <2
♡ gajeel levy and pantherlily -> where's gajeel? you don't know. he was supposed to be at the station half an hour ago, he won't answer his lacrima, he's gone off the map. don't worry, though, levy and pantherlily will keep you company. 2/10 for gajeel. the worst part is, he shows up at your destination before you! he didn't even take the train or fly with lily! he's just... there somehow.
Being guildmaster is something he takes great pride in, although he knows he is only so good at it because he has the support of people like Rogue and Minerva
He already finds it very hard to concentrate on paperwork when there are so many cool things out there and his guild is having fun partying or relaxing in their new pool
Which is how he would end up holed up in his office desperately trying to get himself to concentrate on the task at hand.
Digging himself out of all the backed-up paperwork that hadn’t been deemed important enough to be a same day issue.
Funny that those projects and paperwork which wasn’t really needing to be dealt with for another two-three weeks suddenly were all due at once
Rogue had been tasked (by Minerva) with letting the guild members know he was not to be disturbed for anything, even the guild burning down (Rogue could handle that without Sting's help).
The members were on their best behavior too! Trying so hard not to disturb but to also be helpful, like delivering the finished mail for him, or leaving snacks at the door with a tiny knock. (I think they forget about his sharpened senses because yes Orga he sees and smells you hiding behind that thin ass pillar at the other end of the hall)
Sting feels even more determined with all of them being so kind and helpful to him, especially you
Your willingness to sit beside him and carefully help sort the paperwork, file it away or arrange it to be sent out in the mail was making this process so much faster. He could tell you had teamed up with Minerva to find out exactly what she as financial and aid needed from him because before she could do it you were already guiding Sting to the next document she needed him to address
Thus after three days with late nights and early mornings the end was nearly in sight
The budget for the festival was making his eyes swim as he tried to allot the right amounts where, and Minerva herself had stepped out to take care of a time sensitive task for him when your “help” suddenly became “hindering”
“I am working babe” He would whine and pout a bit trying to ignore you sitting on his desk and moving in closer to him, a tactic that normally had him jumping into your arms or pulling you into his lap with a laugh
Sting was such a good boyfriend he always put your needs first whenever he could, and that included entertainment or cuddles…yet another reason he may have fallen a bit behind because even after your needs were met he overindulged himself in spoiling you
Your pout and little cooes and pleas for just a few minutes made him whine louder looking distraught
How could you do this to him? Puppy pout when he was trying his best to be good and do everything so he could in fact indulge himself all he wanted in your magnificent presence?
Did you wear his clothes too knowing how that made him melt even more for you? This had to be a plot, you waited until Minerva and Rogue had stepped away to pull this.
“Please?” He would whimper and beg, eyeing you desperately wanting nothing more than to tackle you for cuddles and a nap, or some kisses “I just have a bit more, I need to…just a bit longer…”
It was his downfall, the minute his eyes glanced at your lips he knew it was over
Crashing your lips together in an exhausted but needy kiss Sting was quickly falling into your trap
Looping his arms around your waist, hugging you as he leaned up out of his seat to reach your lips for the kisses he’d been longing for.
Sting's exhaustion would hit him all at once and despite kissing you like a man who would drown without air, his body went slack leaning against you to stay up. Sunken eyes closing as he surrendered to the bliss of your taste
Minerva would be fuming when she came back but right now he just needed to lean into you as you sat on his desk before him and steal as many kisses as he could before falling asleep
Her anger would melt though when she saw only a few small things left, and the soft way you were stroking his hair as he used your lap as a pillow
Maybe a small nap couldn’t hurt, she could also maybe use one
Sure enough, Sting did still finish his paperwork that night
Lastly, he made sure to pay you back for interrupting and distracting him like that too ;)
From that day on Sting however, would request your kisses as a reward and a “rejuvenating spell” whenever he needed to do paperwork
Though skeptical of the method Minerva and Rogue were both relieved that paperwork never truly piled up anymore they guess they could say it’s “working”
