Bitches Be Like "these Are My Comfort Characters!" And It's A Group Of Murderers

Did you cum so hard because of me, sweetheart? Oh my, I’m so flattered, can you do it again?

Umm personally I don't know why but I see a professor Enji as either a strict maths teacher or a die hard ex military PE teacher that makes ypu run 50 laps for a small mistake but has (secretly) major hots for a certain innocent young student of his 👀

yes yes yes i am all for this ♡

this is an older ask, but lemme scribble out a quick somethin’ for it~

tags/warnings: tw age difference, pervy teacher Enji, tw teacher student, all characters are of age, tw abuse of power, tw power imbalance, virginity kink, sweat kink, punishment

word count: 922

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You’re faltering.

Twentieth lap and you’re faltering- pace slowing and sweat dripping from your brow, shirt beginning to cling to your form as you force your legs to keep going.

You have thirty more laps before you can stop.

Your crime? Whispering to a friend as you filed out onto the field during class earlier that day.

His punishment? Keeping you after school and making you run fifty laps around the soccer field in the blistering hot sun.

Enji takes a sip from his water bottle and watches as you struggle along your run- eyes hungry and shaded by his sunglasses, arms crossed over his chest.

Such a good student, usually- Enji has never really needed to punish you, scold you. You’re always so respectful, so polite- not like his other students with their smart mouths and vulgar tongues.

Respectful, polite, courteous, and...stunning.

Enji’s eyes follow you and his lashes lower as they take in your bare legs and sluggish stride, the slight jostle of your breasts. You pass him, panting, and you pause just for a moment, bend over and plant a hand on your knees as you try to catch your breath. He takes a moment to enjoy the sight, but then he’s frowning- scowling, eyes narrowed as he huffs.

“Run. You still have twenty laps to go.”

The words have you flinching- shoulders drawing up high as you jolt back up- and Enji thinks he might hear a whimper sound from you as you start to move once more.

Lips twitching, he watches you- standing stoic and still, uncaring of the way the sun beats down on him and has sweat trickling down the back of his neck. You have to be thirsty, he knows, but Enji doesn’t bother thinking about it- instead he wonders if any of the little shits in your grade have got to you yet, if you’re still a good girl or a slut like all the other girls that keep bringing shame to your senior class.

He thinks you’re good- you always shy away from the boys in the class, never really seem to have much friends. You probably haven’t been given the chance to be bad. Which is good, of course- girls like you are rare these days and the thought of some fumbling, inexperienced brat claiming you first sets his teeth on edge.

Innocence is wasted on idiots.

Ten more miles, five- you grow slower and slower with each lap and you only kick up the speed when he tells you to get it into gear. You’re looking haggard now- exhausted and filthy and miserable- and Enji could almost swear your eyes are teary as you pass him on the second to last lap.

Finally, though, you’re done and you collapse onto the bench as soon as you pass the finish line- chest heaving and legs visibly trembling as you pant and gasp. Enji huffs and he reaches into his cooler, presses a bottle into your palm. He towers over you as you eagerly swallow the water down and watches the way your throat moves with the motion, traces the path of a sweat droplet as it slips down your chin, your neck, below your drenched shirt.

Plastic crumples as you squeeze a now empty bottle and Enji nearly snorts at how slick your face is, wets his lips when he’s greeted with the sight of yours- parted and shining, oh so very tempting.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks- voice a bit too low, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose to reveal bright turquoise eyes darkened into something murky, ominous. You startle at the question- sluggish, hooded eyes fluttering wide as your lips quiver. He hasn’t seen you like this before and Enji thinks he might enjoy it and the way you curl into yourself meekly, duck your head in submission.

A soft and weary “yes sir” slips from you and Enji clicks his tongue as he watches the way you clasp your shaking hands together- whole body tense and your breasts pressing against one another, the fabric of your shirt clinging to your chest and outlining your bra.

He can’t help but to wonder if what you wear underneath your shirt is white and plain and innocent or if it’s frilly, sweet, cute and so easily torn- if you wear lace or cotton, what shade your nipples are.

Enji allows himself one last look over your trembling form and he huffs, pushes his sunglasses back up into place.

“Hit the showers and head home,” he orders you. “I expect better behavior from now on.”

A flinch and then you’re nodding- eyes cast down as you mumble out another tiny “yes, sir” and something close to sniffle sounding as you shakily stand from the bench.

Enji watches as you stumble away- steps fumbling and clumsy, your gait drifting as you try to get back into the building without collapsing. You disappear from sight and Enji adjusts his straining cock in his shorts, glances down at the jacket you had shed and forgotten on the ground. It’s soft in his hand when he picks it up and it smells nice- soft and floral, just as delicate as its owner. He should scold you for being so careless with your possessions, teach you a lesson about personal responsibility.

Lips twitching, Enji heads to his office with your jacket thrown over his shoulder and the image of you panting and trembling and submitting to his punishment seared into his mind.

I dunno if it's stated anywhere in canon material since I've only read bnha fics for the longest time, but do mic even sleep?? like, he got three jobs that probably takes up the majority of his day (teacher in the morning, hero late afternoon to night time, radio host at like 1 fucking am).... like, maybe his show is only on certain days every week and he starts his hero work in the late afternoon or something but then that still doesn't leave him with much time to spend with his darlings :((

i believe canon has stated that his radio show is only on either fridays or saturdays, and it runs from 1am to 4am (which actually blows because if UA is like other japanese schools they run for 6 days a week with only Sunday off)

but yeah, we’ve got these depictions of Aizawa being extremely lazy and sleepy, meanwhile we’ve got Mic who at any given time is running on 4 hours of sleep, coffee, and an unholy amount of energy drinks. i bet he would die to just fall asleep with his head in his darling’s lap. or soft booty. or some nice titties if ya got em

Mr. Compress: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Shigaraki: Please, just say fuck.

I had a thought. Hawk’s s/o owning a huge stuffed animal she always cuddles,n whenever she’s not looking or leaves the room alone w stuffed toy n hawks... he lik. Rubs himself on it- to make it smell like him- for the pure sake of seeing it as his only competition- n wanting it to remind her of him when she smells it- Jfjffjjf idk

Anon I’m so sorry that I totally twisted your scenario into something 20x more ridiculous than it already was I have no idea what this is.

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(NSFW)

Hawks was the top bird. He knows that. He knows that you know that. No one keeps you safe, provides for you, and makes you feel good like he does. You said it yourself, “You’re the greatest thing that’s ever come into my life.” He believes you.

But that doesn’t make your relationship with that other bird any less infuriating. You said that he’s an old gift from a friend, but Hawks isn’t going to let down his guard. Not with the way you cuddle up to the other bird. ‘I’m cuddly too,’ Hawks thought whenever he watched you. There were never any intrusions when it was just you and him in the great outdoors. All of your attention was on him, as it should be. But once you both were back at your place, and you just needed to lie down and rest, you’d always let that little bastard join the party.

Hawks never said anything about it, and neither did the other bird. ‘And he never will, if he knows what’s good for him.’  He pulls you in extra close and plants several kisses on your face. Possessive, he knows, but there aren’t many ways to get his point across to his innocent-looking rival, who wasn’t reacting to Hawks’s display of dominance. The other bird had a poker face that competes with his, Hawks had to admit, and it was honestly starting to piss him off.

‘How about I show him something that he’ll never have.’

Your surprised little ‘oh!’ made Hawks smirk as he rolled you onto your stomach, yanking off your pants and underwear. He frees himself and rubs your slippery folds. The sudden eagerness excites you. “Mmmm, Hawks. Being aggressive tonight?”

“I just think you could use a refresher tonight, baby.” He pushes inside and rests all of his weight on top of you, fucking you into the mattress.

Your cries are nice and loud. Good. “Ah! Yes, Hawks! Harder!”

He loves it. Keep crying out for him. “What’s that? Who’s the one fucking you right now?”

“Hawks!”

“Who makes you whine like a bitch in heat?”

“You! You do, Hawks!”

Hawks looks to the side to ensure that adorable bastard was watching.

Ah yes, he is. With those soulless eyes and blank expression. Always acting like everything was fine. Hawks growled and fucked you harder.

“Got nothing to say, little guy?”

“What, do you like watching your girl get taken by someone else? Is that what you’re into?”

You try to turn your head. “Hawks? Who are you talking to?”

He ignores you and keeps on going. “Do you wish you’re the one who can make her feel like this? Huh?!”

Still nothing. This little shit refuses to crack.  

You follow Hawks’s gaze and are very confused to see where it lands. “A-are you talking to my stuffed animal?”

Your question seems to anger him as he humps you into the sheets. “Is that what he is to you? A plush and cuddly stuffed animal?”

“What? What the hell does that even mean?”

“You really don’t think that sweet little peacock wants more than just cuddles? That maybe he wants to be the one to have you?”

“WHAT?!”

You spring up fast enough to catch Hawks off-guard and knock him back onto his ass. “B-baby?” He says in wide-eyed confusion.

You stand up and angrily pull your panties back up. “You’ve done some crazy shit during your ruts, but this? I’m so done, you delusional horny competitive pigeon.” You stomp out of the room and shut the door before he can say anything more.

Hawks just stares at the door, shaking. The anger boiling within him was ready to bubble over. He glares at the cunning bastard responsible for this. ‘This is what he wanted. He wanted me to lose my cool when I thought I was winning.’ Of course you would want your two favorite birds to play nice. Why did he have to be so stupid? All he did was make the peacock look like the calm and civil guy while Hawks was trying to assert dominance like a savage.

“You haven’t won this. You’re a clever bastard, I’ll give you that. But I’ll always be the one she chooses.”

As always, the other bird stays silent. Maybe he agrees. Maybe he knows that you belong to Hawks and only Hawks, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to keep the winged hero on his toes, ready to snatch you away at any moment.

forgive me father for i have sexualized an older man

Unpredictable (Nighteye X Reader X Mirio) NSFW

Summary: Even with his Foresight, Mirai doesn’t predict having a threesome with his old mentee and said mentee’s new girlfriend. He isn’t upset about it, though. Some things are better left as a surprise.

Pairing: Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) X fem!reader X Mirio Togata Word Count: ~ 7.3K Warnings: spoilers for season 4 (but everybody lives), swearing, graphic sex, threesome, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, spitroasting, no condom, spitting, improper use of Quirk Author’s Note: Y’all pray for me. This is definitely the most explicit thing I’ve ever written. So much sinning involved, good god. After reading this, make me feel better about my disgusting self.  ~

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im at my sexiest when im wearing all my rings & my multiple earrings clink together when i take a step

devilish intent

summary: being an adventurer in the lower city was growing quite boring, so why not sneak into the home of the devil himself! surely nothing could go wrong, right?

warnings: darkish content, manipulation, rough sex, throat fucking, threesome (harleep & raphael), degradation, dom!harleep, dom!raphael, biting, blood, overstimulation, begging, dumbification, fem!reader, breath play, dacryphilia, dubious consent, hair pulling, slight praise

note: i dont think there are words to describe how filthy this is. i've been working on this for awhile cus i was trying to find inspo but i'm pretty happy with how this turned out! enjoy <3

this is was a comically bad idea. what led you to make the decision to sneak into a devil’s home? boredom - an emotion that many other people would deem easily avoidable. a normal individual would go to a bar, perhaps take a walk around the city, maybe even find a companion for the night; but not little old you.

you’ve heard whispers around the streets of people sneaking into this so-called ‘house of hope’. at first, you brushed it off as some silly fairytale - there was no way that normal folk could find a way inside a devil’s house. well, that was until you had stumbled into the devil’s fee on a particularly stormy night. you had just stopped there to wait out the weather, allowing your now soaked clothes to dry off in the midst of this peculiar shop.

you found yourself carelessly browsing around the store, observing the various skulls and mementos scattered across tables. “ah, welcome to the devil’s fee!” a feminine voice spoke from behind the wooden counter, drifting your attention from the objects to the woman herself. “oh, um, hello!” you awkwardly replied with a wave of your hand, approaching the owner at the counter. she watched the way you nervously shuffled over towards her, an eerie grin manifesting itself on her face.

“are you looking for anything in particular, dear?” she paused, “or perhaps somewhere in particular?” you looked at the woman with a confused expression, what did she mean by somewhere? with a shake of your head you replied, “oh no, just waiting out the storm!” the woman frowned, but soon she began to smile again. “you look like quite the adventurer; have you ever considered going somewhere more, extravagant?” a sense of intrigue flooded your body before you sheepishly nodded at the strange woman. “where exactly are you talking about?” thunder erupted the moment you finished your sentence, your body twitching from the loud sound.

“why, the house of hope, of course!” she exclaimed with excitement in her voice. “i have the means to get you there without a soul knowing.” it was a convincing offer, you hadn’t had much excitement in months - so why not give it a shot? “i assume you’re not charging for free?” the girl laughed with a shake of her head. “of course not, i’ll take you there for the right price.” she hesitated before continuing, “fifteen thousand gold and i’ll give you the instructions.” you nearly choked on your own spit; fifteen thousand? maybe you were stupid, or just insanely desperate, but before you could think even further you were handing this stranger a pouch of gold.

“a pleasure doing business; here’s the instructions on how to make the portal, just head upstairs and it’ll all be there for you, dear.” her finger pointed to the staircase at the right of the counter as she handed you a small book, a piece of paper and a golden key. “ah, thank you..” she smiled at your pause before replying, “helsik, dear.”

you gave a polite nod before ascending up the stairs, a feeling of anxiety coursing through your veins the closer you got towards the door. you slid the key helsik had given you into the hole, a soft click! signaling that it was unlocked. you breathed in heavily before finally stepping into the room, rows of bookshelves filled the walls as various tables flooded the corners.

your eyes caught sight of a pentagram drawn in blood on the floor, the one you assumed you’d be using to enter this devil’s home. you began to read the list of items you’d need to grab as you aimlessly searched around helsik’s room to find them. after locating the variety of objects, you began to align them on the pentagon in accordance to how it was described.

you noticed how each item lit up into a hue of orange the moment you placed them on the point of the star, almost like they were set on fire. once the final object was placed, you watched as the wooden floor transformed into what you assumed was a portal; a void of black consumed the center as the rest of the star glowed a bright orange.

‘this is such a bad idea.’ you thought while placing the instructions back into your bag, your eyes scanning over the mass of black you’d have to eventually step into. with a nervous sigh, you stepped one foot into the center, and felt your enter body get sucked into the ground. your eyes squeezed shut for just a moment, and before long you felt yourself land onto what you assumed was your destination.

as you slowly opened your eyes, a wave of heat washed over you; beads of sweat beginning to spill from your pores. you finally began to take in your surroundings, a series of pillars pulsing with some sort of magic stood in each corner of the room you’d appeared in, and a massive door placed itself at the front of the room.

you slowly approached the door before lightly pushing it open, revealing what you assumed to be a dining room of some sort. various plates of food were scattered across the table, making your mouth salivate for just a moment. your legs began to move on their own as a sense of clarity washed over your mind - you had never seen a place like this on all of the journeys you’d been on. after walking throughout the halls for a few minutes, you stumbled across a doorway that was blocked by a magic barrier.

a frown appeared on your face, but you quickly noticed a opening that led to the outer parts of this odd place. you approached the ledge with caution before clumsily jumping onto the rocks below, steading yourself before walking amongst the ragged path.

as you began to grow closer to the blocked off room, you noticed a bed was placed against one of the walls. ‘must be the owner’s bedroom.’ you approached the railing fairly quickly, hoisting yourself atop it before quietly dropping to the floor. your eyes quickly caught sight of something— no, someone laying on the bed you had saw earlier.

anxiety rushed through your veins as you started to plan out your next move, maybe they wouldn’t notice if you snuck towards the doorway. with a shaky breath, you began to stealthily walk towards the front of the room. “and where do you think you’re going, little mouse?” your entire body froze in terror, a gasp escaping from your throat. “u—um,” you stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought to reply with.

“aren’t you just a cute little thing.” the voice spoke, their tone bordering on erotic. you finally found the courage to turn and face them, your entire body flushing with pink as you did so. their skin was a deep red, wings splayed across the pillows as horns protruded from their head. the most striking component, however, was the skimpy bondage that brandished their body.

a daring smirk spread across the devil’s face as their eyes seemed to see right through you, eyeing the entirety of your being. “i, um, didn’t know there was someone in here.” you finally spoke, trying to claw your way out of this mess before anything extreme happened. the devil was silent in response, the same expression cast upon their face as your eyes moved between them and the doorway. “i’ll just, um, make my way out of here!” a laugh erupted from the creature before you heard a creak come from the bed, signaling they were moving about.

“oh raphael is going to love this.” they spoke before leaning against the headboard, one of their arms resting behind their head as they peered at you. “come pet, i must know why you’re here.” with a nervous sigh, you walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge carefully before fiddling with the skin on your fingers. you felt their gaze burning into the flesh of your thighs before finally shifting to your face, their tongue coming out to lick the skin of their lips

. “go on, tell me why you’ve come.” you paused, unsure if you should be truthful or not. “i was, uh, bored.” silence filled the room, and for a moment you thought this might be where your end is, until laughter began to echo throughout the room. “oh that’s, that’s quite the reason!” the devil calmed themselves before leaning forwards, one of their hands brushing against the plump of your leg before landing on the sheets besides it.

“this is very naughty - what shall i do with you?” they paused for a moment to think, before a sinister grin clouded their expression. “how about we play a game, hm? if you win, i’ll give you everything you desire.” you looked at the devil, an anxious feeling rising in you. “and if i lose?” they stifled a laugh before trailing one of their hands against the side of your thigh, “well, you’ll enjoy yourself much more if you do.” you looked into their eyes for a moment, getting lost in them as they trailed their hand further and further up your thigh until it brushed against your center.

a whimper caught in your throat, and before long, you whispered a quiet yes, allowing the devil to play whatever game they had mentioned. they smirked before standing up from the bed and walking towards where you sat, towering over your quivering form.

“on your knees, pet.” your entire body felt like it was on fire, lust flowed through your veins as you felt yourself obey every word that left the devil’s lips. as you shifted from your spot on the bed, a hand rested itself on the top of your head, guiding your body to its knees. “such an obedient toy, we’re going to have lots of fun together.” as they reached to pull down the fabric that covered their cock, they paused for a moment before bringing their free hand to cup the underside of your chin, tilting it upwards so you could look in their eyes.

“would you like to know my name, mouse?” you nodded, feeling yourself melt into the devil’s touch. “i am harleep, raphael’s personal incubus.” harleep noticed your head tilt at the mention of raphael, forgetting that you had zero idea of who he was. “raphael is the master of this house, pet. it’s quite impressive you managed to get here without him noticing.” they watched you nod in acknowledgment, unaware of the consequences there would be when raphael did return home.

“such a naïve girl you are.” harleep whispered to themself before finally tugging down the fabric of their underwear, revealing the sight of their hardened cock. your eyes widened at the sight, and you felt yourself grow nervous at the thought of having to take it. harleep guided the tip of their cock to your lips, pushing it past them before finally entering your mouth. “gods - that’s it, take it down your throat.” your eyes glossed over with tears the further harleep’s cock moved down your throat, the incubus letting out low growls as they began to slowly thrust into your mouth.

trails of saliva began to drip from the sides of your mouth as their thrusts became more rough, the tip of their cock brushing against the back of your throat with each move of their hips. all you could do was gag and moan around them as they used your mouth like it was some toy, their hand tangling into your hair to support the weight of your head.

“you take my cock so well, pet. maybe i should- ah, keep you around.” you whimpered around their length, unable to utter a word as they sloppily fucked into you. harleep’s grip in your hand tightened as they started to let out animalistic moans, their head leaning backwards while the speed of their thrusts quickened. within a moment, you felt them push once more into your throat before feeling hot spurts of cum spill from their cock.

warmth filled your mouth as the liquid began to dribble down your throat, burning the flesh of it in the process. “good girl - swallow every drop of it.” you could barely breathe as harleep’s cock stayed pressed against the depths of your throat, forcing you take all of their cum. once they were satisfied, harleep finally removed themself from your mouth, leaving you to cough up wads of spit onto the ground below. they watched in amusement as you wiped the saliva from your lips, a look of disgust in your eyes as you peered up at the incubus.

“is that,” you began to cough once more, your throat aching from the abuse harleep had caused. “is that all you wanted?” before they could respond, you caught sight of their eyes drifting from your own to the front of the room, their expression shifting from lustful to one you couldn’t quite read. confusion washed over you until suddenly, the sounds of heavy footsteps began to approach from the doorway. “ah raphael, welcome home.” harleep finally spoke, and it was at that moment you realized how incredibly fucked you were.

raphael was about to greet the incubus before he finally noticed your disheveled form on the ground, his eyebrow cocking upwards as he looked over at harleep for a brief moment. “harleep, who is this pest on the ground?” the devil glanced back over towards you, eyeing your body before finally putting the pieces together in his head. “it seems they found a way in here, i’m shocked you didn’t notice them here sooner.” raphael hummed before approaching you, your body quivering in fear as the man crouched in front of you. “it seems harleep has already had their fun with you.” he paused for a moment to think, and you thought that maybe he would have some mercy on you and allow you to leave.

“i—i’m so sorry for intruding in your home, mister.” your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, too nervous to allow yourself to speak any louder. “please, please let me leave; i promise to never come back here again.” you were practically begging at this point, your eyes pleading with the devil to have sympathy towards you. raphael looked towards you with a dark smile as you begged, enjoying how desperate you sounded before finally reaching his hand out to cup the side of your cheek. “i can’t just let you off easily, little mouse. you broke into my house uninvited - i think you deserve to punished.”

you shook your head repeatedly at his proposal, trying to yank yourself away from the man’s grip on your face. raphael clicked his tongue at your resistance, an annoyed sigh brushing past his lips before allowing himself to stand up, releasing his hold on you. “how disappointing, i expected you to be more compliant.” as he spoke, you took this an opportunity to attempt an escape, your legs shaking as you tried to make a run towards the door.

seconds went by before you felt the grip of a hand on your arm, a scream erupted from you as your body was thrown face down onto the bed, another hand knotting it’s way into your hair to hold your weight. “looks like we have a brat on our hands.” raphael hissed out, his nails digging into the flesh of your arm. you assumed harleep’s hand was the one in your hair, their grip bordering painful as drool began to leak from you lips from the pressure. “they were such an obedient thing for me.”

your legs thrashed around the sheets as you attempted to free yourself from their grip, yet it proved to be futile as you felt a heavy slap against your rear - causing a whimper to escape from you. raphael leaned across your backside, his lips brushing against your earlobe before whispering into your ear, “unless you want to get hurt, i suggest you stop squirming.” your legs went stiff at his threat, any resistance you once had vanishing from your mind. a satisfied noise left raphael as he placed a kiss against the back of your neck, lifting himself up from your backside.

harleep’s grip released from your head, allowing you turn it to the side to glance at the incubus, their eyes already piercing into your own. raphael’s hand gripped the back of your pants as he harshly pulled them down to your ankles, your clothed cunt now on display for the devil. his hand hand came up to brush against the fabric, rubbing the length of your cunt with his palm. whines slipped past your lips as his ministrations continued, you teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your noises. “aht, don’t hide your voice from us, mouse.” you heard harleep say from besides you, their body now sat next to your own on the silk sheets of the bed.

you hadn’t realized your hips grinding back into raphael until a heavy hand came to grip your waist, stopping your movements completely. a finger slipped past the fabric of your underwear, teasing the lips of your pussy before dipping into your dripping hole for just a moment. “such a needy thing, aren’t you?” raphael spoke from behind you, his finger slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt while moans began to leave your mouth. “shut— ngh, up.”

suddenly, you felt raphael grip a handful of your hair, yanking your body until it was flush against his own. “shut that bratty mouth of yours.” a wave of confidence washed over your body while a smirk appeared on your face as you spoke. “make me.” it was silent for a moment until the grip in your hair lessened, the hand now trailing to wrap around the entirety of your throat, the pressure of it cutting off your airflow. one of your hands flew up to grab raphael’s wrist, desperately trying to move his hand away as tears welled up in your eyes from the pressure on your neck.

you caught sight of harleep moving to stand in front of you, one of their hands coming up to caress the sides of your cheek, wiping away the tears that now stained your face. the incubus slowly leaned down and captured your lips in a messy kiss, their teeth digging into your own as blood began to spill from them. your mind felt dizzy from the two sensations - raphael’s hand gripping your throat as harleep’s lips pressed against your mouth; it was all too much for your body to handle. not even a second later, you felt harleep break away from you as raphael’s hand released your neck, a sigh escaping you from the relief.

heavy breaths were all that filled the room as you slowly came back to your senses, your eyes blinking away the tears that were left. you felt raphael’s lips brush against your ear as he leaned forward, his hand still resting against the flesh of your neck. “are you going to behave now?” you quickly nodded your head in response, not daring to disobey the devil after his display just moments ago. his free hand began to trail down your front until it slipped into the fabric of your underwear, his fingers drawing slow circles on your clit. “words, pet.” whimpers left your lips at his ministrations, and you desperately tried to muster up a response. “y—yes, yes!”

a satisfied noise left raphael as his fingers began to quicken, your head falling limp against his shoulder at the sensation. you suddenly felt harleep’s fingers sneak into your underwear as well, teasing your aching hole before finally slipping them into you. moans escaped you repeatedly as the two toyed with your cunt, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you felt harleep’s digits reach the deepest parts of you. “you’re squeezing so nicely around me, mouse.” harleep exclaimed, the thrust of their fingers quickening as they heard you whimper at their words.

“what a filthy girl you are.” raphael groaned from behind you as his free hand began to slide underneath your shirt before finally reaching your breasts, his fingers roughly pinching at your nipple. jolts of pleasure coursed through your body from raphael’s touches, your stomach beginning to ache as your orgasm began to grow closer. “ngh— ‘m, i’m gonna cum!” you moaned, the walls of your cunt pulsing with every move of harleep’s fingers against them. your clit ached at the pace of raphael’s digits against it, your thighs squeezing against the two’s hands from the stimulation.

sweat dripped from your forehead as you felt the cord within you threaten to snap, just one more thrust and you’d be thrown over the edge. but, with no warning, you felt both of the creatures movements pause, their fingers sitting idly against your cunt. you let out an annoyed whine from the loss of movement, your head leaning back to peer at raphael with begging eyes. he looked down at you for a moment before switching his attention to harleep, a smirk growing on his face as he began to speak.

“do you think our pet deserves to cum?” raphael asked the incubus, his fingers beginning to tease your clit while he spoke. harleep thought for a second, staring into your doe eyes before looking back at the devil. “perhaps we should make them beg, hm?” raphael chuckled at their response as the two returned their focus to you.

they both looked at you, seemingly waiting for you to say something. your mind was clouded, not a thought swimming around in the innards of your head. “go on, beg.” you finally heard raphael say, his fingers speeding up the pace at which he toyed with your clit. harleep’s fingers began to move inside you as well, their eyes focused on watching them thrust in and out of your hole.

“pl—please!” you managed to huff out, trying your best to convince the two to let you release. “how cute.” without warning, you felt a slap against your cunt, a shocked whimper echoing off the walls. “but i’m not convinced, try again.” you sucked in a heavy breath, still recovering from the impact on your pussy. “please, please let me c-cum.”

harleep thrusted particularly hard after your words, a choked sob escaping you as their fingers brushed against your soft spot. “you can do better then that, little mouse.” once again, you gathered whatever words you could muster up. “pleasepleaseplease! need to— cum, can’t hold it!” you were practically screaming at this point, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger as they started to speed up their movements. raphael’s lips brushed against your earlobe, his hot breath making the skin flush with red. “cum for us, pet.”

time seemed to slowed as your release finally washed over you, a series of whines and whimpers flooded the bedroom while your body shook with pleasure. the two devil’s continued to work you through your orgasm, their fingers abusing every part of your cunt. all you could do was allow yourself to be consumed by the feeling, every touch on your skin felt like pure bliss as you calmed from your release, the fingers of the two creatures finally letting up.

raphael left a row of kisses along the side of your neck while harleep consumed your lips in a fiery kiss, their tongue exploring the cavity of your mouth. you moaned into the incubus’s mouth before they moved away, your breath being taken away from the messy kiss.

your body melted into raphael’s as his hands began to caress your sides, allowing you gain back some strength. there were no thoughts left in your mind at this point, all you felt was lust and pleasure coursing through your veins. harleep took one of your hands within their own as they guided your body towards the bed, positioning yourself in their lap while they leaned against the headboard.

raphael watched as the two of you relaxed into one another, your back pressed against harleep’s front as their hands rested on the top of your waist. you could feel harleep’s cock pressed against your back, the organ slowly hardening the more you shifted against the incubus. the bed sunk as raphael crawled over towards you, his hand massaging the flesh of your thigh as he kneeled in front you.

your eyes began to feel heavy as you laid against the incubus, exhaustion washing over your body as your eyelids began to droop. “wake up, pet.” harleep spoke from behind you, their hand wrapping around your front as they trailed it down towards your sensitive cunt. raphael began to slowly open your legs, his tongue coming out to lick his lips at the sight of your pussy.

harleep suddenly took hold of your hips, lifting your body up to hover right above their cock. you could feel the tip brush against your clit, causing a whine to slip from your lips at the feeling. raphael watched as you attempted to squirm away from the incubus’s hold on you, your legs shaking as they practically straddled harleep’s cock.

harleep easily overpowered your movements, their hold on you tightening as they began to lower you onto their dick. you could feel your hole stretching open as you sunk down further, your fingers digging into the sides of harleep’s thighs the deeper they went. “t—too much!” raphael smirked at your words, watching as harleep’s cock was only halfway into you. “you can take it, dear.”

you took a deep breath in before finally feeling harleep’s cock bottom out inside of you, a hearty groan leaving them as their nails dug into the flesh of your waist. “so tight.” they practically growled out as your cunt squeezed against their length. your back was flush against harleep’s chest, ragged breaths leaving you as your body attempted to adjust to the foreign feeling.

harleep slowly started to grind their hips up into you, their cock brushing against your cervix with each move of their body. choked sobs left you as they continued their movements, and you could already feel an orgasm bubbling up inside of you. raphael crawled closer to your body as his hand moved up the length of your thigh before finally landing on your clit, his fingers slowly brushing against the nerve to add another layer of pleasure.

moans flooded from your lips as the two continued their assault on you, your cunt burning as harleep’s cock began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “cum— gonna cum!” you felt raphael’s fingers speed up at your words, his face drawing closer to yours before crashing his lips against your own. you whined into his mouth while his tongue slipped into your own, exploring the insides of it before quickly moving away.

harleep’s lips brushed against your ear before whispering a quiet ‘cum for me’ into it. your entire body shook with pleasure as you came, whimpers leaving you as your cunt spasmed against harleep’s cock. raphael’s fingers slowed and moved away from your swollen clit, a smirk on his face as he admired your current state. harleep, once again, grabbed the length of your torso to lift you off their cock, a hiss escaping you at the feeling.

sweat dripped down your forehead as your eyes connected with raphael's, his brown ones scanning the exhaustion present on your face. "turn around." he commanded, and you immediately obeyed. once you had adjusted yourself, a heavy hand landed on the small of your back before pushing down slightly, signaling for you to arch.

raphael's other hand was busy rubbing to fat of your thigh, watching as your cheek connected with the silk sheets right below harleep's cock. with a snap of his fingers, the remainder of his clothes vanished, leaving his hardened cock to press against his stomach. you could hear the bed creak as he positioned himself behind you, his cock now brushing against the flesh of your cunt.

you sucked in a quick breath as you felt raphael slowly entering you, a moan leaving his lips as your hole clenched around him. your fingers curled into the sheets the deeper he reached, the tip just barely brushing against your cervix before bottoming out. one of harleep's hands came down to soothingly pet your head as you let out a plethora of muffled sobs, your body shaking at the sensation.

raphael pulled away for a moment, his cock almost leaving you completely before thrusting back into you completely, the both of you letting out moans at the feeling. he moved at an almost monstrous pace, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. "s-slow down!" you could hear him laughing at your words, one of his hands now tangling itself into your hair as he pulled your body to press against his chest.

"slow down?" raphael questioned, a hint of mockery in his voice. "you say that, yet your clenching around me so nicely." you could feel his breath against your ear as he spoke, your fingers now digging into the skin of his thigh. harleep watched in amusement at the scene unfolding in front of them, their hand wrapping their cock as they began to slowly pleasure themselves at the sight of you two.

that familiar knot in your stomach began to bubble again as raphael roughly fucked into you, your walls burning as he refused to lessen his pace. he could sense that you were close to cumming at the feeling of your cunt spasming around him, and he took that as a chance to guide his fingers down towards your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with haste.

"fuck- raphael," you realized far too late that his name had slipped past your lips, yet you felt no shame in doing so. the devil chuckled as his hips pounded against your own, amused at your fucked out state. "so desperate, hm?" a whine was all you replied with, drool dripping from your lips as it pooled on the sheets below you. "you know, ngh- i think i'll keep you, mouse." raphael spoke lowly as he felt his own release approaching.

you whimpered at his words, the thought of having this again made your body shiver with arousal. "oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you nodded eagerly, not quite understanding what you just signed up for. "my own little plaything," he paused, his eyes connecting with harleep's for a moment before correcting himself. "our little plaything." just as his words finished, an orgasm washed over you, your body convulsing at the pleasure.

raphael quickened his thrusts at the feeling of your release, growls leaving him as he felt himself grow closer to the edge. just as he was about to pull out, a grin spread across as face before he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "do you want me to fill you up, pet?" you almost came again at his words as you nodded, your cunt clenching in anticipation. "pleasepleaseplease-"

he let out a small chuckle, "such an eager pup." raphael sped up his thrusts once again before finally feeling the knot snap inside of him, a whine brushing past his lips as his seed began to spill into your cunt. mantras of his name left you at the feeling of his cum coating your walls, the pleasure was unlike anything you had ever felt before. raphael stayed inside of you for a moment, allowing himself to come down from his high before finally slipping out of you.

your body fell limp against him, a feeling of numbness washing over you as you tried to regain some of your senses. raphael waited until your breathing had calmed down to move away, his clothes reappearing the moment he stood from the bed. "harleep, be a dear and get them washed up." the incubus hummed in acknowledgement as they also stood from their spot, beginning to search for a fresh pair of clothes for you to wear.

raphael's eyes drifted from harleep to you, admiring the number he had done on you. "get some rest, pet. i'll be expecting you to be ready for another round once i've finished my work for the day." he leaned forwards to leave a quick kiss on your forehead before turning to leave. "and harleep," you heard him say gaining the other devils attention, "do be gentle on them while i'm gone." your eyes widened, turning towards the creature who let out a chuckle in response.

"no promises, they are truly irresistible."

obi wan smut where the reader is inexperienced bc she thought the code demanded it and obi wan is Not Inexperienced and she’s embarrassed that she doesn’t know what she’s doing and obi wan reassures her and is also lowkey like “don’t be embarrassed it’s really hot that i’m the only one that knows how to pleasure you” ANYWAY uuuh if you don’t wanna write this i understand lol hope you’re doing well bestie -🦎

Oh my god this is burned into my brain, yes I’d love to write this 💖 thanks for the request love! Also i definitely got carried away with this oops but ive decided to make a part 2 to this i hope you dont mind. I’ll make it worth the wait pinky promise!

The Lesson (Part 1)

Warnings- Obi-Wan fucks and we all know it, fluff kinda, thigh riding, oral (F receiving), Fingering, innocence kink, Virgin!Reader just living the dream

Word count- 3,104

This is unedited cause tbh im lazy and i just write however i want

You couldn’t pin point exactly when the air had shifted between you and your Master. There was always the flirtatious bickering, pet names, longing glances, even some fleeting touches from time to time... but this time felt different. It felt heavy, like a thick cloud of smoke circling around you both whenever you were together.

The two of you were currently sat in an empty training room, working on your meditation. You had tried to keep your mind blank but you’re mind was reeling at the thought of the man sat beside you. You knew it was wrong. The jedi code strictly forbids attachments, yet here you were, gaze transfixed on the man that sat across from you. You took in every detail of his beautifully aged face. You wanted to trace each one of his features with the tip of your finger. His lips looking the softest. Honestly, you just wanted to touch all of him but seeing as the code wont allow it and you wouldn’t know what you’re doing anyways, you push those fantasies away. “Some people find it rude to stare, little bird.” His soft voice awoke you from your trance. His eyes were still closed meaning he sensed your gaze through the force. The thought of him catching you staring sent a jolt of embarrassment through your entire being. Heat immediately flooded to your cheeks as you stuttered out an apology, trying to ignore the way the pet name made you feel. “S-sorry Master I didn’t mean to.” He hummed in response keeping his eyes closed and staying in his meditative state. “Something on your mind?” He asks. With how kind spoken and caring he was toward you, it definitely didn’t help the waves of longing and want that washed over you. You contemplated his question for a second. You really wanted his help and his advice but at the same time you were scared if you admitted to whatever was going on inside your head, he’d be upset, ashamed, or even worse disappointed in you as his padawan. You took a deep breath before finally answering. “Actually yes.” You croaked out. More embarrassment filled you as your voice cracked. He barely opens one eye to peak over at you, noticing your nervous tone he opens both his eyes giving you his full attention. “Go on padwan, tell me. Its okay. This is a sacred space and its just you and me here.” He says giving you a warm smile. Kriff. That didnt help the nerves at all. You were about to admit your shameful feelings in a holy room. Where other jedi had learned and trained. You were feeling shameful by the second. You cleared your throat letting your eyes wander over the training room not wanting to meet his gaze. “I-Im conflicted master,” you started, waiting for him to scold you for letting your emotions fog your brain, but the scolding never came. Only another hummed response for you to continue. You sigh glancing down at your hands that were on your lap as you shamefully admitted your guilt. “I know as jedi we aren’t supposed to form attachments but what happens if we cant help it? We weren’t taught how to hide those feelings or to ignore them. We were just kinda told not to have them. It’s easier to ignore the feelings of hate. To not let it consume you but... what about desire?” Your voice was low as you spoke, but loud enough for him to hear. He kept quiet for a second as he processed your words watching you fidget with your robe. The silence killed you but before you could try to change the subject he let out a small chuckle to your surprise. Your head shot up to look at him. He had the softest grin on his face. “Thats whats got you so worked up lately?” He asks letting out another chuckle. You felt more heat find its way up to your neck and cheeks leaving you redder than before. It took everything in you to not run out of the room and back into your quarters. He quickly clears the laughter from his throat taking notice of your panicked expression. “I apologize darling I don’t mean to laugh, I was just worried something bad happened or you were being tempted by the dark side.” He states giving you another genuine smile. You tilted your head in confusion. Isnt desire being tempted by the dark side? You thought. As if he read your mind, he quickly reassures you. “Desire is normal. Its whether or not you let it control you. Jedi are technically allowed to have attachments. Plenty do actually.”

You couldnt fully understand what he was trying to say. “How can they have attachments and not go darkside?” You asked with another tilt of your head. He sighs trying to find a right way to explain it. He uncrosses his legs, finding a more relaxed way to sit and pats the spot next to him. Your tummy fluttered at his invitation and crawled over to sit next to him. Your blush worsened, at the realization of how close the two of you were, your thighs were touching. If he noticed he didn’t mention it. Instead he continued his explanation. “The reason those jedi don’t fall into the darkside is because they don’t let possession over power them. You see its not that attachments are forbidden, its possession. If you let things like desire or love control your decision making then that makes you dangerous.” He hums resting a hand on your own resting on your lap. You stared down at his hand for a second before shyly looking up at him. “So... as long as I dont let it control me... its okay?” You asked making sure you understand. He smiled nodding. “Like I said my dear, its normal.” He confirmed. You let his words sink in and couldn’t help but give a shy smile back to him. “So who’s caught your eye padawan?” He asks, an emotion you couldnt decipher flashed across his face but it was gone as soon as it came. Your eyes widen as you stared up at him, panic and embarrassment filling your chest once more. “W-what? Nobody!” You defended quicker than you intended. He let out a hearty laugh. The sound made your stomach flutter and your thighs tighten together as you watched his Adams apple bob-up and down with the sound. You prayed to the maker that he hadn’t noticed the subtle movement of your legs but the galaxy isn’t on your side right now. He glances down at your thighs from the movement, also taking note of how his had hadn’t left yours. You watch as it clicks in his head. He glances back up at you and raises an eyebrow. Just when you think you couldn’t be more embarrassed. “Oh really?” He hums in a teasing tone, taking your hand and pulling it up to his lips pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. Your breath hitched at the action. “You sure about that my dear?” He teases once more. You couldnt help but turn your head away from him, feeling sheepish that he had caught you and also for pressing his soft pink lips to the skin of your knuckles. You could feel how his lips formed with the ridges of the bone. He pulls away only to use his other hand to gently hold your face, turning it to face him again. His touch just as kind and gentle as he is. “Don’t be embarrassed little dove. Im actually flattered. In fact, You’ve managed to catch my eye as well.” He smiled leaning in. His lips pressed themselves gently to your cheek. The scruff of his beard tickling your skin forcing you to let out a girlish giggle. The sound only made him smile more. In a quick second he moves both his hands to your hips, picking you up and setting you atop one of his thighs. The movement alone set your body ablaze. All you wanted was him. Right now. Glancing at his lips you slowly leaned in. He met you halfway finally doing what you’ve always dreamt about. Pressing his lips to yours. You melted immediately into the kiss. You let out a soft sigh, giving him the chance to sneak his tongue in and fully tasting you. Your tongues slowly danced with one another for what felt like an hour. You both savored each others taste, soft hums and sighs leaving both of you. You moved your mouth in tandem with his, the act alone felt unbelievably erotic. You’ve kissed before but it was never like this. In all honesty after this, you weren’t even sure if your previous experiences counted as real kisses. You were so lost in the moment that you hadn’t noticed your hips subconsciously rocking themselves on his thigh. You let out a soft whimper when he pulled away. He let out a grunt from the movement. His grip on your hips tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to stop your ministrations. Your head was still dizzy from the kiss that you moved your hands to grip his shoulders.

“W-woah.” You panted softly. He grins reaching up brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” You admitted. Your blush coming back when you realized the dampness you felt between your legs. You instantly regret what you said once you saw his expression. He looked down at you with furrowed brows. As if he was putting something together. “You never kissed anyone?” He asked his voice showing slight bewilderment. “No I have... but not... like that.” You explained. He let out a soft ‘oh’ in understanding. The room fell silent for a few minutes before he asked you something you were nervous to answer. “Have you had sex before?” He hummed. You waited a minute before shaking your head in shame. Great just great. Now that he knows you’re a damn virgin he’s gonna leave. He is gonna want someone more experienced. Your negative thoughts flew out the window when you felt him guide your hips on his thigh again. A moan immediately left your lips at the slight pressure applied to your clothed pussy. He hummed in approval and looked at you with a devastatingly handsome smirk you’ve never seen before. You could dream of that face for the rest of your days. “Would you like to?” He asks rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs on your hips, still helping you grind his thigh. You could feel your arousal pool even more through your trousers and onto his own. “Y-you’re not d-disappointed or upset?” You stuttered out trying to focus on forming a sentence rather than the hard on that formed in his own trousers. You felt it brush against your thigh with each grind and roll of your hips. The thought of him being turned on by the situation made you see stars. “Why would I be upset or disappointed?” He hums leaning down to kiss along your neck. You mewled, starting to move your hips on your own. “Cause I’m not experienced and you are... I just wouldn’t know how to please you like other girls would.” You mumbled, your embarrassment and nerves surfacing through your voice. He smiles against your throat before pulling away to look at you. “

“I don’t care that your inexperienced darling, I find it arousing actually, that i get to be the first and only one to pleasure you.” He hums giving you a harsh rock of your hips against his thigh just to prove his point. You weren’t sure if the gasp that left your lips was because of the sudden friction to your clit or to the possessiveness to his words but either way you were putty in his hands. “Besides, I can teach you. You’re a very quick learner.” He smirks continuing to watch your face contort in pleasure as you rode his thigh. Fuck he really knew what he was doing. “What do you say Sweetheart? Wanna quick lesson in pleasure?.” You groan nodding furiously at his words. “Please.” You whined, starting to feel something strange in your abdomen. It was pushing and pulling like tidal waves. You needed more. You had started to ground yourself down onto him hoping to chase the crash of those waves. Before you could even get close he lifted you off him with a grunt, a needy whine from you, he laid you down on your back the training mat hovering over you. “Don’t worry sweetheart, Im gonna make you feel real good. You just lay back and relax.” He hums attaching his lips to your neck again. This time giving soft nips and kitten licks. You could definitely relax like this. This was better than any type of meditation. You felt one of his hands softly caress its way up from your hip to your breast, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. You whine, pushing your chest put more to encourage him more. He continued pressing open mouthed kisses along your neck, and tenderly groping every part of your body he could with his free hand. Before you knew it, he was untying your robe and stripping you of your pants leaving you bare to him except for your undergarments. You suddenly became self conscious as he stared down at your partly nude form. Your hands coming up to awkwardly lay on your chest, trying to be subtle as you hid from him. He carefully takes your wrists in his hands, pulling them away from your chest. “Dont be shy darling. You’re beyond beautiful. Utterly perfect and glowing.” He smiles leaning down barely pressing his lips to the top of your right breast. You keened at his words. “Please. Take me Obi Please.” You begged, your voice coming out a little more desperate than intended. He chuckled lowly at your eagerness. “Calm down my love. We’ll get there.” The new nickname had your heart soaring. He’d never used that one on you before and you think it might be a new favorite.

He continued kissing along your collarbone and over your breasts. His mouth feeling like a furnace against your skin. Tracing his lips over your nipple, flicking his tongue on the hardening bud before taking it in his mouth. His free hand tenderly massaging your other breast before switching to give them the same treatment. You were a panting mess, lifting your hand to his hair and tugging gently, desperate for more of his touches. His kisses and nips become bolder as he leaves your breast to kiss down towards your stomach. He left a particularly gentle kiss right above the hem of your soaked panties before pulling them off. Your breathing quickened once you realized what he was planning to do. Any insecure thought you had flew out of your mind as he hums appreciatively at the site before him. “I just wanna taste you.” He said quietly almost as if he was saying it to himself. He leans forward licking a long stripe up your slit, testing the waters. A shattered sigh left your lips at the feeling. Pleased with your reaction he dives in, dipping his tongue into your soaked folds. He devoured you like he had never tasted anything like you before. Tasting any slick that seeped from you, his nose nudging against your clit just enough to leave you dangling on the edge. You whined and moaned for him reaching one of your hands to tangle in his hair. The action only served to spur him on. He pushes his tongue into your entrance, seeking out more of your taste. You suddenly became aware through your lust hazed fog that you were grinding on his face. He moans appreciatively, pulling away only for a split second to gently suck on your clit. You cried out for him, words bubbling themselves out of your mouth. “F-fuck, ObiWan- I- Please!” You groan not completely sure what you were begging for but he seemed to understand. He kept his lips latched around your clit, you didn’t even notice him move one of his hands until you felt a finger push inside you. The foreign feeling of one of his digits actually inside you left you speechless. All you could do was lay there and grind your hips on him taking whatever pleasure he gave you. Slowly he added a second finger, pushing both of them in and out of you, letting you get used to the feeling before deciding he needed a change of pace. He moves his fingers in a certain way, almost as if they formed a come hither motion. His mouth on your clit sucking with more intention and vigor. A wanton moan left your lips and you gripped his hair tighter. You’d worried you had hurt him if not for the delicious moan that went straight to your core. He quickens his pace, adding just the right amount of pressure to that spot inside you. It seemed that was the tipping point for you. Those waves you were desperate to chase earlier finally crashed over you, sending small shocks throughout your entire body. The feeling felt like it lasted longer than it should’ve with the help of your skilled Master. He eased his fingers out of you, his tongue still giving your clit kitten licks to ease the aftershock before finally pulling away fully with that devilish smirk plastered on his face. “How was that Sweetheart?” He teased, his beard glistening with your juices. Your mind was blank, still seeing flashes of white behind your eyes as you tried to form a sentence. “G-good. Fuck that was good. Way better than meditation.” You said catching your breath. He chuckled giving you a minute before, helping you up, getting your clothes and helping you get dressed. You would’ve been embarrassed at your still wet thighs if it weren’t for the next thing that left his extraordinary lips. “Why don’t we finish this in my quarters.” He hums as he adjusts the now obvious tent in his pants. You couldnt help but keep your gaze on his clothed member. “Finish?” You stutter out, Your voice cracking a bit. “You didn’t think i was done with you did you little bird?” He quirks a brow at you, his pupils blown with lust. You couldn’t help the excitement that rose in your belly, nor the smile that graced your lips.

(Second part here!)