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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

this is so long overdue i apologize but this is a request! i kinda love this piece so i hope you guys do too!

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”

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marveicinematics · 3 years

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cupid (natasha x reader, smut)

Summary : Sam thinks you should have some fun, and tries to figure out which of your team mate would be your type.

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x female reader.

Words : 1,704.

TW : Smut. Masturbation, fingering, tribbing, dirty talk, public sex (kind of).

Note : Based on readers’ requests. This is my first F/F one-shot, I hope you will like it. Please let me know if you enjoyed it.

I’m open for request, just check the submit new stories button on my page. ♡

“I know. Steve.“

“I swear, Steve isn’t my type.“ You answered, tilting your head as you watched the Captain pass by, giving you a nod. “Come on. Steve is everyone’s type!“ Sam shot back, laughing at this little game. He had been teasing you and trying to guess who, from the team, could be your type of person to flirt with. Apparently, Sam decided that you needed to relax and had some fun and offered to help. You didn’t need his help. You didn’t even want to date, or flirt, or have sex. At least, most time, you didn’t.

When Natasha walked by, wearing her tight black costume, she didn’t even pay attention to you. Yet, you tilted your head, biting down on your lower lip for a single second while admiring her body — and she was gone. “No way. Natasha.“ Sam said, staring at you. You had forgotten he was by your side. “What, Natasha?“ “She’s your type!“ He wasn’t wrong, but you wouldn’t let anyone know that you were fantasizing about Natasha’s gorgeous body. “Just shut up already.“ You said as you shook your head. But it was too late. Sam stood up, following the red-haired woman in the corridor while calling her name. “Hey Nat! Come here!“ You couldn’t hear the conversation for the next seconds, only distant voices that matched Sam’s and Natasha’s. But he must have convinced her, because they walked back into the room you were sitting in, approaching you. “This better be serious, Sam. I really need to shower.“ “Ok, ok. I just have one question. Do you like Y/N?“ You frowned when you heard your name, shaking your head again. You wanted to scream at him to stop this game already, but you stayed speechless. If a stare could kill, Sam would be dead by now. “Yeah, of course. So does everyone.“ “No, I mean— do you like… like her.“ At his words, Natasha’s eyes widen and you wanted to vanish for a few hours, or a few years. The woman stepped closer, willingly checking you out from head to toe, which made you blush immediately. “If the question is ‘Would I fuck her?’, the answer is definitely yes.“ And you blushed some more as she smirked, winking at you before turning back and leaving the room again. Sam stared at you, visibly happy with the answer. “See, I’m good at this!“ He bragged while looking at you. “I have to go.“ You said as you stood up, and walked straight to your room with red cheeks. He must have thought that you were upset at him, but you weren’t. The only thing you had been thinking about was the way she looked at you, the way her eyes seemed to look at every details of your body — especially when she checked the naked skin of your legs, under your skirt. When she said she would fuck you, you swore you would have moaned out loud if Sam hadn’t been in the same room. Closing the door shut, you leaned against it and slide a hand between your legs, over your panties. You were soaked. Natasha had made you more wet than you had ever been with a man before, just by staring at you. Way too frustrated to stay this way, you decided to take care of the matter yourself, and your fingers found their way under the fabric of your underwear and against your clit, massaging it slowly. All you could think about was the way she stared at your body, the way she said she would fuck you. You thought about how rough she would be with you, how wet you would be, how hard you would cum on her fingers or her tongue. And the more you thought about her, imagining her curves without any clothes or thinking about how she’d make you moan her name, the harder your fingers were working inside your panties. “Oh, fuck!“ You moaned loudly as you arched your back, reaching a strong orgasm that made your legs tremble. You let your body rest against the door, panting, as you slowly came down from the heights of your pleasure. The times you were thinking about Natasha where always the ones with the strongest orgasms. Later that day, you were walking back to your room after a hot shower, your towel around your body, hoping you wouldn’t meet anyone in the corridor. “Hey.“ You’d recognize this voice anywhere. Turning around, you saw Natasha walking towards you. Shit. It had to be when you were so exposed. “You’re still up?“ You asked, knowing most heroes were usually asleep when you came back from the showers. “Can’t sleep. You?“ “I like to take hot showers at night.“ You said casually, shrugging. This information apparently amused your friend, who smiled at you. But it didn’t last long, and soon enough, Natasha was doing it again. Her gaze slowly dropped from your face to your naked body, only cover with this stupid towel, but you could swore she had a secret superpower that helped her see through fabrics. Her stare aroused you, and it didn’t take long for you to start getting wet, as your legs were tickling. How was it that every time you met, you wanted her a little more? “Why did Sam ask me this question, earlier?“ She asked, eyes coming back to your flushed face. “I— We were talking about… people I found attractive.“ You decided being honest was the only way to go, because Sam would probably tell her the whole truth if you didn’t. But she didn’t seem to disapprove, since her smile widen. “And you said I was attractive?“ “Yes.“ Silently, Natasha stepped closer to you, and you felt your heart racing in your chest. “He— He saw me checking you out. I always thought you were gorgeous.“ “Oh yeah? So do you like… like me?“ She asked, smirking.

You knew she was expecting the kind of answer she gave Sam when he asked this exact same question. But instead of finding your way through words, you stepped closer and closed your lips to hers. Natasha didn’t take long to kiss you back, slamming your back against the wall as her tongue found yours. She was aggressive and you found it extremely hot. You let her kiss you harder, winning small whines from you when she freed your mouth for a mere second, before attacking it again with sensual kisses. You slowly felt one of her hand slide under the towel, brushing against your skin before you felt one of her finger entering you, making you moan louder. “Oh god, you’re soaked for me.“ She groaned against your lips. Her finger was already moving in and out of you, making your back hit the wall behind you harder with each thrust. You grabbed her shoulders tightly, feeling your whole body shiver and deep into pleasure. “Oh my— fuck! We’re in public space, Nat.“ You tried to control your moan as you were getting wetter and Natasha’s finger was working in you harder. Soon enough, she let another one inside you, making your eyes roll back as you moaned again. “Someone’s going to hear. Fuck, it’s so good!“ “Everyone is asleep and you know it. Plus, you’re already so close, there is no way I’m not making you come.“ And she wasn’t lying. You were clenching around her fingers already, juice dripping on your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. She was making you reach heaven faster than anyone before. “Yes, yes! Don’t stop, I’m going to—“ You didn’t even finish your sentence, interrupted with a loud moan that Nat silenced with a sloppy kiss. You climaxed on her fingers, shaking against the wall. She didn’t even let you catch your breath, grabbing your hand to drive you to your room. She closed the door shut and took her shirt off herself, while you let go of your towel. Natasha pushed you towards the bed, and both of you settled down after taking her pants off. You were naked, she was in sport underwear, which was an extremely steamy look on her. But you wanted her— no, you needed her to be naked and fucking you again. You finished undressing her, taking time to check her curves while she smirked. “Like what you’re seeing?“ “Fuck yes.“ You whimpered, before kissing her again, deeply. Natasha knew exactly what she wanted, and after caressing your still-wet pussy for a minute, she pinned you down to the mattress and straddled you. It was the most erotic thing you had ever seen or experienced before. Placing her pussy against yours, you could feel how wet she was, too. And when she started moving against you, she moaned softly, as if she had been waiting for this forever. “Oh, right there.“ You silently hoped that she was loud during sex, because you needed to hear her moans. You weren’t disappointed — with each move, she started to moan a bit louder, mostly swearing and sometimes calling for your name. You grabbed her ass, pushing her body against yours harder as you moved your hips against her. It was heaven. Feeling bold, you gave a small slap on Natasha’s ass, which made her arch against you and cry out. “Fuck! Again, harder!“ So you did, harder, a second and a third time, and she was sliding her pussy against yours faster each time. “It’s so good! I’m going to come so hard for you!“ Her dirty words were driving you closer to the edge, and you felt this warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach again — you were so close. “Nat, I’m going to come again…“ You moaned, head falling back on the pillow behind you. “Oh god! You’re fucking me so good! I want to come with you!“ She wasn’t moaning anymore, she was screaming for release, which made you almost come immediately. In a last hope that it would help both of you climax simultaneously, you smacked her ass once more, harder, before feeling your orgasm rush through you. “Oh!“ Natasha screamed and started shaking as she grabbed the sheets, before collapsing on top of you. “Did you..?“ You asked, after you had time to catch your breath. “Hell yes, I did.“ Both of you looked at each other and laughed at the expression of bliss on each other’s face, before you pulled her closer into your arm, letting her rest against you for the rest of the night.

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laurfilijames · 3 years

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Hello. Absolute fan. Love your work. They are absolutely Supreme.

I always thought what it would be like to sneak around in Erebor? In all those dark dingy corners, that people cross but never pay attention to, you know?? How do you think that would turn out??

thank you for the incredibly kind compliment, nonnie 💗

OOOOH. This was a fun one. The thought of sneaking around and the risk of being caught is just *shivers*

I mean, look at all of the potential places to engage in raunchy behaviour with the Durin Princes!

Warnings: M/F unprotected intercourse in semi-public settings.

Here are my thoughts:

Fili:

Returning to your chambers after a long day in the forges Fili just so happens to stumble upon you, also making your way home, when he rounds the next corner.

You immediately notice your husband in your periphery and pause your stroll, smiling at him warmly.

“Well aren’t you a sight for weary eyes,” he beams at you, his dimples creasing in his soot-coated face.

He strides toward you proudly, taking your hand in his once he reaches you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

The taste of him after a day of work always sparks your desire. He is salty and sweet and smells like the fire that heats his skin all day long.

You can already feel yourself melting into him as you continue your yearning kiss, as if you were a piece of metal he is moulding into creation.

There are a few people passing you by, but neither of you seem to care very much.

At least not until you card your fingers through Fili’s slightly tangled mane and elicit a moan from him.

Regretfully breaking your connection, Fili pulls away and eyes the various corridors around you.

“Come with me,” he says in a low voice, wiping his beard with his large hand, his other one interlocking with yours to get you to follow.

He pauses in a few darkened areas as you make your way down a hallway, what exactly it is he’s looking for you’re unsure.

The further you go, the darker and quieter the corridor becomes and finally he seems satisfied with your location.

Fili pulls you into a shadowed corner and leans against the wall, pulling you up against him.

His hands cup either side of your face and he kisses you again, not missing a beat on resuming the eagerness you shared earlier.

You moan into him as you start exploring his broad chest with your hands, your hand slipping inside his tunic, his skin warm and covered in a layer of sweat.

“Fili…” you breathe out slowly as his lips attack your neck. “I need you now, let’s go home…”

“You can have me now. Right here,” he replies, and you pull away to see a mischievous glint in his sapphire eyes.

“We can’t—”

But you’re cut off when he covers your mouth with his once more, his hands hurriedly gliding up your sides, your skirt following suit.

You bite down gently on Fili’s lower lip when you feel his thick fingers trail across your inner thigh and stop to run through your slippery folds.

Removing his mouth from yours, he moves to stand behind you, his fingers still teasing your readied core.

You can’t help but notice the lustful gaze that is locked on you as if you are his prey, your head turning to follow him.

Still pushing his fingers in and out of you, you can sense he's unfastening his trousers, and before you know it, Fili’s hard cock is between your cheeks as he guides it into you.

He continues to give you all the attention you need, now running his thumb over your swollen clit in circles, and you cry out as he fills you to the hilt.

Your hands brace against the cold stone wall for support as he begins thrusting against you, his hips slapping against your bottom with a practiced rhythm.

You can’t control the sounds that are leaving you as Fili assaults the most sensitive spot within you with every blow, your head dizzy with pleasure.

“Shhh, you can’t be so loud, amralime,” he softly scolds in your ear, his breath hot on your flushed skin in an attempt to prevent the odd passerby from hearing you.

You try your best to stifle your moans, but Fili is persistent and increases his pace, making you bite into your lip hard enough that you taste the metallicity of your own blood.

Fili knows you’re suffering, in the best way of course, and decides to make it harder for you to be quiet by darting his tongue out and licking alongside your neck.

You cry out again and slap the wall in frustration, and you hear him chuckle and groan behind you.

“You’re going to get us caught with all that noise you’re making,” he warns as he covers one side of your bottom with a firm smack.

“Maybe I want us to get caught…”

Your moment of audaciousness quickly vanishes when Fili rubs faster against your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

He places a hand over your mouth in anticipation that you’re going to be louder in your climax and fucks you even harder, trying to stifle your moans that quickly increase with every thrust.

His hips spank your cheeks so vigorously your whole body is jolted from his force.

You strangle his throbbing length as your entire body tenses, causing him to empty himself within you at the same time.

His hand was barely enough to smother your noise, and in his own struggle to not roar out loud his teeth sink into the soft flesh on your neck.

His hips still roll against you as you both land from your high, but he doesn’t yet remove his hand from your panting mouth, not trusting you to not make any more noise.

Sure enough, he gives your overly sensitive bud more presses with his thumb as he slips out of you, the feeling of his hot seed spilling over your tingling folds making you wail into his hand again as your body succumbs to ecstasy one last time.

Finally, he takes his hand away and chuckles as he kisses the spots on your neck that he had bit during his blind passion, finding it all too amusing how well he can predict you.

“Now we can go home,” he winks at you when you manage to spin yourself around to face him, watching him tuck his leaking cock back into his trousers.

Kili:

After a night at the pub you and your One are making your way back to your chambers, laughing and carrying on in your merriment together.

Kili is continuing to bask in the effects of one too many ales, running up ahead of you, hiding behind pillars and in dark corners, occasionally popping out to scare you when you approach.

You roll your eyes at your husband who is far too old to be acting like such a young dwarf, but in your heart you hope he never changes.

Then he hides again.

You can hear him laughing but can’t find him, looking around every corner and pillar to locate him.

“Kili, come on! This isn’t funny anymore.”

Just then he grabs your hand and pulls you toward him into a dark corner.

You yelp from surprise and smack his chest as he continues laughing, “Were you scared you lost me forever?” he asks, searching your worried eyes with gleaming brown ones, his thumb holding your chin gently.

“Yes! Do not do such childish things, Kili!” you scold.

“Childish? Me? Never!” he feigns innocence and begins to lightly tickle his fingers over your waist.

You can’t help but giggle and smile again when he rubs his nose against yours affectionately.

“We should make the best use of this dark corner, don’t you think?”

“Kili! Anyone could stumble upon us!”

But he’s already kissing you, his lips and tongue quickly making you forget about your lack of privacy.

He moves to your chest, his tongue leaving wet streaks across the top of your breasts, his hands squeezing and pulling at your taught nipples.

You protest between moans, requesting to go to your chambers where you won’t have to worry about someone finding you.

“We won’t get caught if we keep quiet,” he assures you with a playful expression. “Plus, I can’t wait any longer to have you.”

You let out an exasperated sigh that turns into a sharp hiss as Kili sucks harshly on one of your nipples before rolling his tongue around it.

“I suppose the element of sneaking around and having to keep hidden is adding to the excitement…” you admit.

As soon as the words left your mouth, two dwarrow appeared at the end of the hallway, stopping to have a conversation.

Kili raised his eyebrows at you and gave you a cheeky grin, clearly appreciating the challenge.

He slid down your body until he was kneeling before you, his head disappearing up your skirts.

You clasped your hand over your mouth when you felt his tongue and lips start to explore your anticipating core, a shaky breath muffled only slightly.

Kili was keen on making you come apart quickly, his mouth and fingers working you to the brink in no time at all.

You writhed against him and the wall, doing your best to control the noises that were determined to escape you.

Out of the side of your eye you finally saw the dwarrow carrying on down the corridor, just in time for you to burst with pleasure, your orgasm tearing through you with power.

A strangled wail passed your lips, unable to hold it in through your mindless pleasure.

“Shhhh! Someone is going to hear us!” Kili reprimanded, but with a smile on his glistening face when he reappeared from between your legs.

You simply shook your head, unable to process thoughts or form words to defend yourself. He knew it wouldn’t be possible for you to stay silent with how good he made you feel.

As if it was all part of a devious plan, the first orgasm he provided you had you desperate for more.

Frantically working to unlace his trousers, your mouths collided with fervor, eager to kiss each other harder rather than stop for air.

He tastes of malty ale and now you, and it makes you even more frenzied in your actions.

A low growl rumbles through him as you grip onto his engorged member that is aching for release, pumping it a few times before he can no longer take it any more.

Kili grips onto one of your legs and lifts it to hook in the bend of his arm, opening you up to him.

Your combined laughter echoes in the dark hallway as he stumbles forward, losing his balance as he prepares to enter you.

“Amralime! Shhhh!!” he pleads, but the contact of his oozing head against your folds instantly quiets you.

He gives you a hungry look, like he’s ready to devour you and you allow yourself to whimper into his neck as he fills you.

His thrusts are slow but intense, and you worry he’s going to split you in two with how deep he penetrates, pulling out of you almost completely each time before pushing back into you.

His pace soon quickens, and you know he’s lost all control.

You can feel his full sack bouncing against you in his erratic movements and it sends your head spinning.

Neither of you are paying attention to the volume of your grunts and moans, completely lost in each other.

You claw at the back of his neck for something to ground you as you plummet into oblivion once again, Kili joining you as he pumps you full of his spendings.

You can hear someone not far off from where you are hidden as you try to catch your breaths, and you both start giggling bashfully when a voice calls out, “Is someone down there?”

Hurriedly, you work to fix your clothing and smooth your hair as if nothing at all had happened and appear out of the shadows.

Nori is standing in the moonlight that is shining in through a window and he smiles as soon as he sees it’s the two of you.

“And what exactly were the two of you doing?”

———

Everything: @guardianofrivendell @midearthwritings @cassiabaggins @lilith15000 @trishthedishofreis @linasofia @unbeatablecurlgirl @the-poldarkian @lathalea

Fili: @shethereadinghobbit

Kili: @valquiria3000 @fandomfaery

#fili #fili smut #kili #kili smut #smut asks #smut headcanons #the hobbit kili #the hobbit fili #naughty anon #erebor

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realcube · 3 years

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video games + blowjob 🎮

characters: bakugo, kirishima, sero & kaminari

tw// oral (giving), swearing, fem!reader, nsfw - minors dni

all aged up!

katsuki bakugo

♡ bakugo only finds the time to play video games once every millennia

♡ most of the time, he’s working, training or spending time with you

♡ also he only plays when the bakusquad arrange a time + date on the gc bc - he’ll never admit it - but he misses talking to them and playing like he used to, so the occasional Battlefield call they have really triggers a sense of nostalgia for all of them

♡ but the calls usually last a good while though lol - minimum 5 hours

♡ usually you let him be and don’t bother him during his calls bc you know how rarely he gets to call his pals but one day, he had been teasing you so much leading up to his call - leaving you extra needy - and you couldn’t really help yourself

♡ so you snuck into the study room while he was playing, starting off by giving him a light massage which he enjoyed but the problem arose when you slowly got to your knees and began pawing at his sweatpants

♡ that’s when he noticed that you dressed up in your best lace for him too, which made him hard lol

♡ at first he looked pissed off and tried to ignore you but he kept losing focus on the game, his mind brimming with all the things he wanted to do with you

♡ eventually, he gave in and briefly muted his mic to hiss in your ear, ‘fine. but if you make a single fuckin’ sound or try to tease me, i’ll fuck you for all of them to hear, kay?’

♡ you simply hum in agreement before pulling both his boxer and sweatpants down without hesitation, then getting to work

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bakugo growled deeply, at both your expert mouth movements around his hard member and at the shitty orders kirishima gave. “ ‘over here’ ? where the fuck is that?” it took an embarrassing amount of effort to suppress his moans while said that.

but he wasn’t all to blame. as you made it a point to deep-throat him as soon as you thought he was going to open his mouth to say something.

“what happened to you, bakugo? you’re so quiet! is everything okay?” mina offhandedly pointed out while heading to the ‘over here’ that kirishima described. although you couldn’t hear what mina said since bakugo was wearing a headset, his reaction was enough to amuse you.

bakugo snarled, immediately barking profanities at her, “shut it, pinkie! nothing’s fucking wrong! now get back to shoot-” he realised he was on the verge of climaxing so he desperately went to mute is mic before letting a moan escape his lips as he slumped back into his chair in pure bliss, his eyes rolling back into his head slightly as faint pops could be heard from his sweaty palms.

something about the pleasure you worked so hard to bring him an shot an indescribable sense of euphoria through his body, hence he reached down to ruffle your hair without averting his eyes from the screen. “good girl. now scram.”

eijiro kirishima

♡ again, he doesn’t really have time for video games; his main priorities are work, training & you

♡ but sometimes video games can fall into the ‘you’ category bc occasionally he asks you to play super mario cart, animal crossing, wii sports etc with him

♡ the only time he plays video games without you is when he plays with the bakusquad on the arranged date they planned

♡ but before the call starts, you can tell he is really tense by the way he is biting his nails so you inquire about it and he kinda just gestures to your new - rather revealing - pyjama set then at his throbbing erection

♡ and ofc being the supportive gf you are, you offered to give him a blowie

♡he loved the idea but at first, he was kinda worried that he might get caught since he is usually very vocal during sex so obviously it’d be hard to just...stop

♡ however you reassured him that he’s manliest guy you’ve ever met so he’d definitely be able to resist a few moans

♡ so he came around quite quickly lol

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“come over here quickly!” kirishima commanded proudly into the mic, a wide grin spread across his face at not only how good you were making him feel, but also at how well he was repressing his moans and the praise he so desperately wanted to give you for sucking so skilfully.

he had to say though, the amount of energy it was talking him to do all of the above was enough to leave him exhausted to the point that the game was just a blur of background noise. and the bakusquad could tell something was wrong as usually kirishima has the best aim out of them all but he has yet to make a single headshot.

although his eyes were glued to the screen, his mind was fixated on only you and how good you made him feel. as he approached his orgasm, he simply let his eyelids flutter shut as he focussed on the little movements you made; your tongue rubbing the underside of his cock, your occasional desperate attempts to deepthroat him, the way your lips wrapped perfectly around his girth, how you resorted to using your hands to take care of the parts of his length that your mouth couldn’t fit.

“good job.” he hummed his praise for you as he felt you helplessly try to take him into your throat once more before he was ready to cum but the moments leading up to his high were interrupted by a “thanks, man!” from denki which made kirishima’s eyes widen before he hastily muted his mic, allowing himself to orgasm in your mouth from there and let out all the loud moans he had been hiding.

“thanks, baby.” he said, slowly feeling the post-cum ecstasy fade as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, proceeding to slap his hand over your mouth as he noticed you were about to head in the direction of the bin. “swallow it.”

hanta sero

♡ since sero became a pro-hero he definitely plays way less video games than he did before but he didn’t quit

♡ but whenever he does play, you’re either on his lap or giving him a blowie

♡ so needless to say, this wouldn’t be your first time sucking him off while he played

♡ anyway, y’all were getting ✨spicy ✨ one day until he realised that he had a call + battlefield scheduled with the bakusquad

♡ deadass he was kissin’ down your neck while rubbing circles on your clothed clit until he just faltered like ‘oh shit i’ve got a call with ‘em today, don’t i?’

♡ DFRGTHYJU you were livid >:((

♡ bc he had got you all riled up and now he was just gonna leave 😩

♡ you asked him if he could skip the call just this once to finish what he started but he was like ‘bros before hoes’ while putting on his headset

♡ but being the generous king he is, he unzipped to allow you to give him a blowie while he played

♡ at first you were all pouty bc he should be the one giving you oral but once you realised that it was his offer or nothing, you begrudgingly got to your knees and began

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“eijiro, cover-- eijiro! kirishima!” he yelled into his mic, clearly getting riled up from the high action of the game and the matching high action of your mouth. “hellooo? you there, man? oi, i think kiri ‘s afk.” sero reasoned, looking at the frozen figure of his teammate.

he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat so he couldn’t help but look down at you, shooting you a cocky smirk instead of the moan you were expecting. he knew what you were trying to do but he wanted to make it clear that it wasn’t going to work on him.

sero had lots of practise at choking back moans and hiding orgasms so it was going to take much more than deepthroating to catch him off-guard.

he momentarily muted his mic so he could instruct you to go deeper while simultaneously grabbing fistful of your hair to force you to deepthroat him once more, bringing him much closer to his orgasm.

eventually, he suddenly reached his climax but you didn’t allow him to mute himself; you wanted to see him struggle. but unfortunately for you, it was hardly an issue as by now, he was used to cumming silently. but you forgive him as the faces he mada are enough to make you wet as hell.

“alright, mr tough guy.” you purred in his ear, muting his mic for your sake, “let me ride you. let’s see how quiet you can be then, hm?”

challenge accepted.

denki kaminari

♡ probably still plays video games a lot - even when he gets a job as a pro-hero

♡ but mans still got his priorities straight so if you ever approach him while he’s playing, saying that you’re feeling a bit horny, he’ll quit real quick lmao

♡ and a video games session with the bakusquad is no exception

♡ you’re feeling horny just thinking about the way he ate you out last night so you told him you want to return the favour as you watch him put on his headset

♡ you knew this was a special time with his friends though so you would’ve been too hurt if he said no but ofc he gladly accepted your offer

♡ but he still wanted to play though so he was a bit conflicted for a moment or two until an idea struck him

♡ ‘just blow me while i play, babe!’

♡ to say you were confused and a little concerned would be accurate, so you inquired further to make sure that he was 100% comfortable with it and he’d deal with the repercussions of a slipped moan

♡ he seemed confident that it wouldn’t happen though - a little too confident. but this stemmed from the fact sero had told him that he lets his girl suck him off while he plays video games and nobody ever notices. but kaminari didn’t realise that sero’s impressive ability came from years of practise.

♡ you obliged though, happily setting yourself on your knees in front of him and taking his length into your mouth

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“thanks, man!” kaminari exclaimed cheerily, a bright smile spread across his face; partially due to his teammate’s praise but mostly how he’s made it so long into the call without a single moan despite the fact you were making him feel so good down there.

however, as you looked up at him and observed his cocky smirk, something snapped inside you - as it reminded you of the grin he wore last night that you got to see when he’d occasionally pull away from your soaking cunt for air. hence, you recalled how much of a tease he was yesterday and how it pissed you off to no end.

so now that he was sitting submissive to your touch in front of you, why not take your revenge?

your neck slowly retreated backwards to the point where the only thing connecting you to kaminari’s cock was a string of saliva, to which he instinctively whined, “hey! w-why’d ya stop?” completely disregarding the fact he forgot to turn his mic of so mina replied, “who stopped what?” out of confusion.

kaminari’s eyes widened and his face flushed in a way that brought you great amounts of satisfaction, so for being good entertainment, you rewarded him by unhurriedly enveloping his cock with your mouth once more.

“oh, nothing!” kaminari choked back a moan, realising that his high was fast approaching so he acted accordingly, going to mute his mic, “one second gu-- ah~” the front is cock was finally - and suddenly - welcomed into the walls of your throat, followed by rapid thrusts which was enough to result in an irrepressible groan escaping his lips.

luckily, his finger found the mute button before the bakusquad was forced to listen to the rest of kaminari’s orgasm. “fuck, baby~” he groaned, tossing his head back in pleasure as his hips jerked back and forth and before he knew it, he was at his climax. out of habit, he yanked his dick away to cum all over your face and chest, barley able to see the masterpiece he created through his heavy lids.

once he finished, he looked down at you with a proud smile, drool staining the corner of his lip, “always so pretty for me~”

#bakugo smut #kirishima smut #sero smut #kaminari smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima imagine #kirishima x reader #sero x y/n #sero x you #kaminari x y/n #bakugou imagine #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugo imagine #kirishima x you #kirishima x y/n #kirishima headcanon #sero headcanons #👾nsfw

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serasvictoria · 3 years

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I've Got Dreams To Remember

Pairing: Incubus Hvitserk/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 8244 (yeah, I don't know what happened either)

Summary: A certain young man keeps showing up in your very x-rated dreams.

Notes: I fully realise that the contents of this might not be for everyone, so I’ll just say that according to some stories Incubi are capable of shapeshifting. A certain aspect of this has been inspired by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie's absolutely brilliant fic, Take Me, so if you've read that you'll know what I'm talking about. And if you haven’t read it, what the hell are you doing? READ IT.

There is another moodboard all the way at the end of this to provide a visual for something that I describe in this so have a look at it at the end.

Tagging: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @vikingstrash @quantumlocked310

He only ever came to you in your dreams.

The dreams were interesting to say the least and he always played a very big part in them. You often wondered what deep and dark recesses of your brain had conjured him up, because you would definitely remember if you had encountered someone like him in real life.

It first started about a month ago. You’d gotten out of a particularly nasty relationship a few months before. You were still trying to navigate your way through this new life that you now had and while your friends were busy with trying to get you back onto the dating scene, you persisted in that regard. You weren’t looking for a new man in your life, but you still had needs. Sure, you had your toys, but they were a somewhat poor substitute when what you really wanted was for someone to grab your ass, lift you up and fuck you up against a wall.

Maybe that was where he had come from. Because that was exactly the scenario that you got the first time that he showed up.

It was a fairly generic one where dreams were concerned. You were in a bar with some people, a wide assortment of people that you knew in real life, when you could feel someone’s eyes on you. You looked up and stared straight into the half shaded face of a young man whose eyes you couldn’t actually make out, but you saw the smile that graced his lips and boy was it hungry. You only glanced away for a second and when you looked back again, he was already gone. You’d resigned yourself to missing your chance, when a hand suddenly grasped your wrist, dragged you outside to a nearby alleyway and gave you exactly what you’d been thinking of during your waking hours.

When you woke up, you had never found yourself feeling so satisfied before. You threw the blankets over your head, rolled over and tried to fall asleep again, but sleep didn’t take you for a second time that morning sadly enough. Later that day, after getting out of the shower and glancing in the mirror before combing your hair, you stared at your reflection in confusion or to be more precise at your bare skin. In your dream, your mystery lover had bitten your shoulder and there, right there on your shoulder, were teeth marks. But that was impossible, right? Maybe the dream had been that intense that it had somehow tricked your body into believing that it had been real? Did things like that even happen?

You didn’t dream of him the next night. Nor the following five nights. Not that you were keeping track or anything. He eventually put in another appearance though. The setting for that dream wasn’t particularly inventive either and you were almost embarrassed that your mind was even coming up with stuff that gave you the impression that they should be storylines in bad porn movies. It was a department store this time and you were looking at underwear. Your fingers continuously ran over the lace trims of various bras and touched the silky panties that came with them.

Again, you felt eyes on you and it was the same young man as from your previous dream. Apparently, dream you was in a frisky mood so you held up various bras in front of your chest, most of which he disapproved of, until you came across a bright red lace number that he seemed to like. When he finally found you in the fitting room shortly after, you were wearing the set that he had wanted to see you in before tearing it off your body and fucking you up against the full length mirror.

That was the first time that you’d gotten a good look at his face. Frankly, you were impressed with what your mind had come up with. He had long dirty blonde hair that he wore in a ponytail and that you longed to see loose. His eyes were green one time and when you looked again they seemed brown. That was one of the parts about him that mystified you. That and the part where you constantly wanted to kiss the tip of his nose and his ears. That was definitely an odd experience to say the least.

He was tall and lithe of build, but with surprising strength in his arms. The way that he would hold you was intense, like he never wanted to let you go. When his shirt came off, you found yourself staring at the intricate tattoo that covered most of his left bicep and part of his chest. It was some kind of Viking design and it looked old, but it was probably meant to look like that. You found yourself tracing it with your finger a number of times, something that seemed to amuse him.

Whenever you woke up, you were annoyed that you had been torn out of this perfect little dream world. The dream world where you were fucked six ways from Sunday. You were so thirsty for this young man that you had created that he was in your nighttime fantasies pretty much every single night now. In your dreams he left you so satisfied that you had no idea why you ever wanted to leave. If only you could stay asleep and feel this bliss forever. What would make them even more amazing was if the fantasies were better. You always swore that you were one dream away from having him come round to your house so he could have a closer look at your plumbing.

“What are you thinking about?”

Rolling over on your side, you looked at the man next to you in the bed. Despite the fact that you had been dreaming about him almost every single night for the past two weeks, you had never actually heard him talk. You’d heard him moan and groan several times, but to hear his lips form actual sentences was a new thing.

“Nothing,” you replied with a smile.

“I can read your thoughts, you know.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, I never told you?” He grinned at you and ran his fingers up and down your bare arm. “Maybe I could have told you if you’d wanted to talk, but you only want me for my body.”

“What? I don’t… I never…” You were flustered and looking for words after being so brutally called out. “It was never like…”

“It’s okay,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t mind. It’s what I do.” Since he saw the obvious confusion on your face, he continued. “I’ve been feeding off you this entire time.”

“Feeding off me? But I never feed you anything.”

“Your orgasms.” A frown creased your brow and he started laughing again before leaning in and pressing his lips against your forehead. “It’s what I need to sustain myself. I can eat other food as well, but it never quite fills me up the way orgasms do.”

“So the reason that you made me come multiple times is…”

“Because it fills me. Not my belly, mind you, but on a deeper level.” He cupped your chin and brushed the tip of his nose against yours. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I suppose a thank you is in order.” His hand slipped down, gently gripping your neck, applying just the slightest bit of pressure, before moving down to it’s destination and plucking at your nipple almost idly. He was gearing you up for another round and you found that you couldn’t actually remember how many times he had made you come already. “Can I thank you with this body that you can’t get enough of?”

“Wait.”

“So now you want to talk?” He continued his ministrations on your chest as if you hadn’t been talking at all. You caught the playful smirk on his lips before he leaned in and started sucking marks on your neck. “What do you want to know?”

“You say you feed off me, but doesn't that mean that you want to eat me?”

“And why would I want to do that? I like to use my mouth for other things,” he said with a low chuckle. You hissed through your teeth when he sank his teeth into your skin suddenly and then licked the spot where he had bitten you. “Would be a waste to eat you anyway.”

“So the reason that you’re able to…”

He pulled away so he could look you in the eye. He grinned as he pushed his hand against your shoulder and he got on top of you as soon as you were laying on your back. “Are you getting shy on me now? After everything that we’ve done?” He nudged your legs apart and you could feel his erection pressing into your thigh. “But yes, that’s why my erections last so long. The aim of the game is not to come myself, but to make sure that you do.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I beat myself off when you wake up. It’s not like I can’t climax myself, but I can make sure that I stay hard for as long as I need to.” You could feel his tip pressing against your entrance, ready to slide in at any second. “It’s a dream. Anything can happen in a dream.”

“Anything?”

“Sure. Wanna see?”

You didn’t know what he had planned, but you nodded anyway. His eyes lit up, his irises practically glowing green right now, and he started grinning, eager to show you what else he could do. He snapped his fingers and all of a sudden you were sitting on a red velvet sofa in what appeared to be some kind of high end bar. Your legs were wide open with him on his knees in front of you, his lips already on the inside of your knee and slowly working his way up.

“So you can change locations?”

“Honey, I can change everything.” You felt his teeth on the inside of your thigh, nipping at your skin playfully, mere inches away from the top of your legs. “Is the setting not to your liking?”

“How did you even come up with this place?”

“Experience?” He briefly looked up at you and shrugged. “I’ve been doing this for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Not telling.” He stuck his tongue out at you and then dipped his head down to lick a stripe from your entrance up to your clit. “I can never get enough of how you taste.” He moaned against your core. He spent most of his time with his face between your legs in your dreams. With what he’d revealed earlier, about how he fed on your orgasms, maybe that was the place where he could taste it the best? “Not really.” You moaned loudly when he spoke, because his voice was adding vibrations to what he was doing. You’d entirely forgotten that he had mentioned that he was able to hear your thoughts. “You just taste real good.”

A single finger slid inside of you, your walls instantly clenching around him, trying to pull him in deeper. When he adds another, you start whimpering and you know that you’re going to come soon. If you could, you’d have him in this position all the time. There had never been anyone in your life who had been this good at eating you out and who was so clearly enjoying himself as well. Your last boyfriend had been a disaster on that front, more often than not he would skip foreplay entirely, but he’d still expect you to suck his dick whenever he felt like it. Figures that you’d only be able to find an enthusiastic lover in your dreams.

Guys like that simply didn’t exist in real life.

You reach down to thread your fingers through his hair. The gesture makes him suck at your clit harder and thrust his fingers in deeper than before. He was practically devouring you at this point, lapping up your juices and making sounds that told you that he hadn’t been lying when he told you that he liked how you tasted. It was almost as if he didn’t want to waste a single drop. You keened out a noise as another orgasm positively engulfed you. You’d push him away and close your thighs if you could, but he had wrapped his arms around your thighs and was using all his strength to keep them wide open. Your muscles were tight as a bowstring, your back arched and pushed you up into a position that would start to hurt if you stayed in it for too long. He was relentless though, ignoring your discomfort and continuing his assault until he had managed to pull yet another climax out of your shuddering body.

When he finally released you, you collapsed onto the sofa, your entire body sticky with sweat. You blinked a few times to stop yourself from seeing stars and when you heard him chuckle, you swatted your hand in his general direction without actually hitting him. It took you a couple of minutes, but you eventually managed to sit upright again when your lungs stopped burning. He was still on his knees in front of you with an incredibly smug impression plastered all over his face. You nudged your foot against his shoulder and he fell backwards dramatically. Your face twisted when you felt the velvet against your sweaty body. It had felt pleasant on your bare skin before, but not anymore.

“I can do something about that,” he said cheerily and snapped his fingers again. When he saw the look on your face when you noticed where you were, he couldn’t hide his amusement. “No good?”

“This is terrible,” you replied with a wide grin. “I mean. Honestly.”

The flashing light underneath you made you laugh. He’d pulled this one from your bad sex fantasies again. A piece of paper slid into the tray on the side. He picked it up, looked at it with a frown before turning the piece of paper over so you could see it.

“I think there’s something wrong with this printer.” He shook his head and pressed a few buttons underneath your leg. “It really needs fixing.”

“Think you can fix it?”

“I can try.” He pushed his hands underneath your ass just as the light flashed again and a few seconds later he showed you the black and white printout of your behind with his fingers shoved in between you and the glass that you were sitting on. “That’s beautiful. Think I might have to frame that.”

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“I think that it’s funny.” He pressed his lips on yours hungrily and you could still taste yourself on his tongue. “I got this from your mind, remember? I really think we might have to work on the state of your fantasies though. They really could be a lot more inventive.”

“Maybe I’m just not very original.”

“You’re just not giving yourself enough credit, sweetheart.”

“Maybe.” You nipped at his lower lip and then pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose which was probably a little too gentle considering all the other stuff that you’d gotten up that night, but you hardly cared anymore. “You can probably come up with something a lot better.”

“I can try, but you’re probably going to be disappointed.”

One snap of his fingers and suddenly you were in the dark. You could also tell that you were alone. The other two times, you could always feel him around you, but not this time. You hugged your arms around your torso, feeling cold for no reason at all. All of a sudden a couple of lights switched on, bathing the room in red light, and you realised that you were standing on a stage. When you glanced at the side, you could see a pole right next to you. You instinctively reached out for it, feeling the cool metal against your palm and you held it as you walked in a circle around it. There were full length mirrors all around you and you briefly looked at your reflection.

The outfit that you wore left little to the imagination which was probably the point when you took the location into account. You were wearing a red triangle bikini top and a black pair of shorts that half your ass was hanging out of. The shoes, the infamous stripper heels naturally, had plastic, see-through straps and the platform heels had a iridescent sparkle to it.

When you had done a turn, your eyes scanned the place and you could see him sitting on a chair right next to the stage, looking up at you expectantly. He obviously wanted a show so why not give him one? Holding onto the pole, you slid down until you were on your knees and then you started skimming your hands up and down your chest. He was completely enraptured and kept reaching down to readjust himself in his trousers. Given how he usually remained rockhard throughout these dreams, the skinny jeans that he was wearing right now were probably incredibly uncomfortable.

You crawled over to where he was sitting. When you had reached the edge, you reached out to grab him by his shirt and pulled him up out of his seat. His eyes widened for a second or two before he composed himself again. He couldn’t resist leaning in when your face came closer to his, but you merely ghosted your lips over his before pushing him back into his chair.

“No touching the stripper,” you chided and then wagged a finger at him. “Or I’ll ask security to kick you out.”

“But you’re allowed to touch me?”

“Are you trying to tell me you’d have me kicked out?”

“No way.” He leaned back in his chair, arm hanging over the back and he started sipping at a cocktail that suddenly materialised in his hand. “Keep going.”

The only problem there was that you had no clue what strippers even did. Sure you’d seen a video, but those women were a lot more athletic than you were. You’d also seen Showgirls once, but that movie probably wasn’t the best example about what to do. The only thing that you had learned from that movie was how not to have sex in a pool and that licking a stripper pole wasn’t particularly sexy, just incredibly unhygienic. You swung your legs over the edge of the stage and put your feet on the arm rests of his chair, practically daring him to touch you. Having caught your intent, he didn’t move and then he had the audacity to feign indifference.

Sliding off the stage, you climbed onto his lap instead and started gyrating your hips against his. You reached up to grab a handful of his hair, pulled his head back and dragged your lips down the column of his throat. When he grabbed your ass, you slapped his cheek with your free hand.

“No touching,” you whispered in his ear. “I’m not telling you again.”

“Damn, baby.” He sounded impressed by how well you were taking control of this new situation. “That is such a fucking turn-on.” You pulled on his hair harder and since your mouth was still close to his ear, you took his earlobe between your teeth and gave it a gentle tug. “Holy shit. You’re a fucking natural.”

“Oh yeah?”

You leaned back so you could look him in the eye. His eyes sparkled with obvious excitement and a deeper, more animalistic need. Like he could grab you at any moment, throw you onto the stage and fuck you right there if you pushed him too far. Very tempting. Reaching to the back of your neck, you pulled at the bow that held the strings of the halterneck together and when it was loosened, they fell down your shoulders. You pushed the cups down until they hung loosely around your chest. The only thing that was keeping the top on was the string that tied together around your back.

His eyes flitted down to your chest and then back up to your face again. You wanted him to touch you, but after telling him off a few times, you weren’t sure if he was going to. So you placed your hand on the back of his head and pressed him against your chest instead. You felt him smile against your skin and then his lips started moving, shifting in the direction of your nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine and you looked up suddenly. You had the odd feeling that there was another set of eyes on you, but that was impossible since the two of you were the only people here. Looking up at the bar, you saw a young man who was leaning against the bar and watching the two of you intently. He was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit, his long hair loose and hanging down over his shoulders. Even in this odd red light, you could tell that his skin was too pale, so white that it was almost translucent and when he grinned at you, you could see that his canines were too long, too pointy. Without realising it yourself, you had frozen entirely and the young man underneath you had sensed it, looking up at you in confusion before following your eyes.

“What the fuck, man!” He suddenly shouted at the other guy, anger flashing behind his eyes. “The hell are you doing here? Fuck off!” The man at the bar shrugged and disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared. “Sorry about that.”

“Who was that?”

“My brother.”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, he’s a dick,” he said with a deep sigh. “Our mother would keep tabs on us when we were kids to make sure that we didn’t get into any trouble. You have any idea how weird it is when your mother enters the dreams where you’re trying to get off with a girl? Fucking embarrasing.” He raised his eyebrows at you when he noticed that you were trying to suppress a laugh and pinched your side. “I don’t know how the fuck it works, but my mother taught the little shit how to do it as well and so he just… I dunno… shows up sometimes like the little creep that he is.”

“Does that mean that he’ll come back?”

“No. He just likes to remind me that he can do it from time to time.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his head against your chest. “But fuck that. I don’t want to talk about my asshole brothers.”

“Brothers?”

“Ah shit. No. Not talking about them.” He pulled at the string on your back, pulled the bikini top from your body and threw it on the stage. “So this particular fantasy is ruined now. Let's start again, shall we?”

“Can’t we salvage it?”

“I’ve got something better.” The look on his face told you that this had the potential to be really good. “Do you trust me?”

“How bad is this going to be?” He tilted his head to the side, that wasn’t the answer that he had wanted to hear. “Yes.”

“I don’t do this a lot so bear with me alright?”

Another snap of the fingers and the strip bar starts to fade away. You were sitting on a bed now and you were wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that looked old. The new location was just as red (he really did seem to like that colour), but it didn’t look that special to you. In fact, it looked like a fairly cheap love motel, one where lovers would retreat to so they could enjoy each other's company for about an hour before going their separate ways again.

You got up from the bed and walked over to a table by the window to look at what was set out on it. There was a big bowl of strawberries and a bottle of ridiculously expensive champagne right next to it. He’d really pulled out all the stops, even in a dream. You were giggling to yourself when the door to the bathroom opened and someone appeared in the doorway. It took you a short moment before you realised who it was, but when it all clicked into place your mouth fell open.

Because leaning against the doorframe was a woman. Her dirty blonde hair was loose and still slightly wet, hinting at the fact that she’d been taking a shower moments earlier. She was wearing a silk bathrobe that was tied together by the waist with a big bow and you could see her hard nipples quite clearly through the thin material. The smirk was damn near unmistakable however. When she approached you, you instantly got the impression that you were her prey, there was just something very predatory in the way that she moved. She came to a standstill right in front of you and her mischievous eyes flashed bright green briefly.

“Feed me,” she said with a grin. You took one of the strawberries from the bowl and when you presented it to her, she held her mouth wide open, ready to be fed. You felt her tongue swipe over your fingers when you fed it to her and then she let out a single moan when she started chewing. A few seconds later you felt a finger against your chin so she could push your mouth shut. “Surprised?”

“Very.” You looked her up and down. The bathrobe barely covered the tops of her thighs and she reached down to play with the hemline, to make sure that your eyes stayed focused on her legs. “I didn’t know you could turn into a woman.”

“It’s a dream,” she stated simply. “Anything’s possible.” She leaned in to you and you closed your eyes, anticipating a kiss, but then her lips brushed against the shell of your ear as she talked. “I don’t do this a lot though. So consider yourself special.”

“All this to make up for your brother interfering?”

“Guess you could say that.” She took your hands and started pulling you along to the bed. When you reached it you thought that she was finally going to kiss you, but then she spun you round and made you sit on the bed instead. She pulled on the bow that held the bathrobe together and brushed it open, revealing herself to you slowly, like one might unveil a priceless painting. “Like what you see?”

Your throat had gone dry and you found that you had lost the ability to form words. He was beautiful when he was a man, but now that he was a woman, his toned torso had given way to soft curves and skin that looked so smooth that you wanted to do nothing else but reach out and touch it. She took a step closer and stood in between your open legs, a sweet smile on her lips as she looked down at you.

“You’re not talking.” There was a slight teasing tone to her voice as she spoke. “That bad?”

“No.” She took your hand and moved it up until it was covering her bare breast. You gave a quick experimental squeeze. “Just surprised. Takes some getting used to.” Your other hand moved up of its own accord so you could cup her other breast as well. “I mean, I’ve never been with another woman before.”

“You can. If you want to.”

While you had only ever been with men, the thought of being with a woman wasn’t something that you weren’t entirely opposed to. Especially not with someone as beautiful and seductive as this. She shrugged out of the robe and dropped it to the floor. The tattoo that was usually on his left arm had changed into something more delicate and feminine, pink cherry blossoms with green leaves and branches in between them that curled up her arm and covered part of her clavicle. You moved your hand up and started tracing them with your fingers, gently caressing her skin, her green eyes following your every move.

When you heard a soft giggle, you looked back at her face and before you could say anything, she’d pushed you back onto the mattress. She was on top of you a split second later and then you finally felt her soft lips on yours. You could still taste the sweet strawberry on her lips and on her tongue when she slipped it into your mouth. Your hands ran down her back, following her spine and then settling on her ass. Whenever you squeezed, she ground her hips down against yours and you were suddenly overcome with the urge to see her on her back with her hair fanned out over the red sheets.

Grabbing her hips, you flipped her over and since she’d just read your thoughts, she reached up and made sure her hair was spread out just the way that you had just imagined it. She started pushing your shirt up and you almost ripped it off in your eagerness to get naked for her, even if she’d seen you like that many times before. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and shoved her hand into your sweatpants roughly. Her fingers started rubbing at your sex, finding you very wet and very willing.

Pulling her hand out, you leaned back and pushed your pants down, kicking your legs to get them off entirely without moving too far away from her. When you were completely naked, her hand settled back at the top of your legs, her movements more hurried and urgent now. With your hands on her breasts, you started licking and nipping at her neck, moaning against her skin when one of her fingers started circling your clit.

“I want to make you come,” you groaned into her ear. “Never made you… fuck… come before.”

“But you give me so many other things,” she purred back. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You skimmed one hand down her stomach and slipped your hand between her legs. “Jesus Christ. You’re so wet.” You were rewarded with a moan when you tried touching her the way you liked to be touched. It was almost as if you were moving on autopilot, like you instinctively knew what to do. “Please.”

She didn’t reply so instead you pulled your hand away from her, making her let out a displeased whine, and you pulled your face away from her neck so she could watch you suck your fingers into your mouth. You twirled your tongue around your fingers, making sure that she could see exactly what you were doing and then moved your hand down again. You pressed them up against her entrance first, teasing her with the slightest bit of pressure and then slipped them inside. She started tilting her hips up against your hand and the way that her face contorted in pleasure really was something that would be etched into your mind forever.

“Can I?” You repeated the question since you still hadn’t gotten an answer. “I really want to.” Pressing your lips down on hers again in a searing kiss, you murmured against her lips. “Please say yes.” You pressed your fingers in as deep as they could go, all the way down to the third knuckle. Since he had seemed to like it quite a bit when you did it earlier, you tangled your fingers in her long hair and gave a forceful tug. She gasped into your mouth and you knew that you had her. “I’ll just keep doing this until you say yes.”

“Fuck.” She shifted underneath you and you reluctantly pulled your lips away from hers. “I love it when you do that.”

“I know.” A triumphant grin formed on your lips and she was so obviously into it that it was hard to drop this act. Dipping your head down, you bit her neck suddenly and she squealed with obvious delight. You decided to thrust your fingers into her harder and she was so wet now that you could hear your digits moving in and out of her. “I want to make you come so bad.”

“You’re pretty good at this,” she moaned breathlessly. “Want to take this a little bit further?”

“How?”

“I’ll give you what you want, but not like this.” She wrapped a hand around your wrist and gently pulled your hand away. She then brought your hand up to her lips and started licking her own juices off your fingers with such fervour that she could have been mistaken for a starving animal. Seeing that was so arousing that you couldn’t stop a moan from escaping from your lips. “I want you to do something else.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Check the drawers.”

You scrambled off of her, probably a little bit too fast, in your eagerness to see what was in there. You were expecting a vibrator, a buttplug even, but you must have pulled a particularly funny face when you saw what was in the drawer instead because she started laughing as soon as she saw your expression. You hooked your fingers in one of the straps and lifted it up, probably looking very much afraid to even touch it. Your eyes were wide as it hung from your fingers and you turned back to fully face her.

“You want me to wear...” You gestured at it with your free hand. “...this?”

“Well, yes, sweetheart.” She got on all fours and crawled over to your side of the bed. “That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“Right.”

“You’re not sure.”

“It’s just… this is very much virgin territory for me.”

“You were doing fine just now.”

“That’s kinda different though, isn’t it?” You looked down at the strap-on that was still dangling from your fingers and she started poking at it playfully. It looked so silly that you couldn’t help but laugh. Truth be told, you were kind of curious about this kind of thing. “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.” She pushed herself up on her knees and hooked her arms around your neck, pressing her entire body flush against you. “So. What do you say?”

“This is definitely one of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had.”

“Yes or no.” She started kissing you, nice and slow, and then sucked your bottom lip into her mouth. Your hands snaked down her back and when she nipped at your lip, you gave her ass a hard slap. “Baby!” She started giggling, her fingernails digging into your shoulder blades when you grabbed her ass and squeezed her roughly. “I love it when you manhandle me.”

“That’s new for me as well.”

“I really am pushing your boundaries, ain’t I?” She pulled away suddenly and got on all fours again, turning her ass in your direction. She wiggled her hips and peered over her shoulder until you slapped her again. “Keep doing that and I’ll climax before you’ve shoved that thing inside of me.”

“Yeah right.” But you slapped her on the other cheek just for good measure. She pushed back until her ass was pressed against your hips and then she started moving backwards and forwards like you were already thrusting into her. “I need some help… with this thing…”

She faced you again in a flash, obviously excited by your willingness to do this. The harness was on you fairly quickly all things considered and then she lowered herself, gave you a quick wink and started sucking the large dildo into her mouth. So that’s what it looked like from that angle. You stroked her hair in very much the same manner like your previous partners had always done with you whenever you went down on them. Come to think of it, you suddenly realised that you had never actually had his cock in your mouth. That probably wasn’t all that weird considering this no climaxing thing that he appeared to have going on, but whenever you’d even attempted to kiss your way down his chest, he always stopped you.

You felt her tap her fingers against your hip and then she released the dildo with a pop. “You’re overthinking this. This isn’t about me. Never was.” Sitting up on her knees again, she stroked the side of your face almost lovingly and you eased into her touch for a few seconds. “Like I said earlier, the aim is to make you come.” She flashed you a big, predatory smile and then continued, “Speaking of. You do this right and afterwards I’ll push myself into you balls deep and fuck you until your fucking alarm goes off. How’s that for a tradeoff?”

“The way that you usually are?”

“Depends on what you want.” Her hand settled on your chest and she twisted one of your nipples between her fingers. “If you want me to wear that strap-on afterwards, I can do that. No problem.”

“You’ll probably be able to tell exactly what I want when I’m done with you.”

“You bet your ass, baby.” She winked at you and then a bottle of lube magically appeared in her hand. “I know that this is a dream, but I still need to use this.”

“Do you have any idea how weird it is when you do that?” She looked at you with her perfect eyebrows raised as she squeezed some liquid into her hand, applied it liberally to the silicone shaft and then the tube disappeared again when she was done. “Magicking things up out of thin air.”

“That’s what you think is weird about all this?” She rubbed her hands between her legs, applying some more lube on her pussy and started pushing her hips up against her hands. “I can change everything about this dream, even my gender, but when I make stuff appear in my hand that’s taking it one step too far?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do.” She turned her back on you and pressed her ass against the sex toy. “Now get it over with and fuck me already.”

“That really wasn’t necessary.” You grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled hard and twisted her head back. She laughed breathlessly and pushed her hips back again. “I’m just going to have to fuck this attitude out of you.”

“Fuck yes! Teach me a lesson.” She was practically purring the words at you. When you pushed her forward roughly, she loudly voiced her delight. You pressed one hand firmly between her shoulder blades, making sure that her face stayed down. Grabbing her hips, you made her raise her ass in the air and then positioned yourself in front of her entrance. “I’ve been such a bad girl.” With one thrust of your hips, you slipped inside of her and she let out a long stretched out moan as you watched the dildo disappear inside of her. “You’re so fucking big.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that sudden admission. For some reason she was playing the part that loads of women seemed to play in porn movies and when you started pumping in and out of her, she wouldn’t stop moaning about how good it felt and how well you were fucking her. This really was something else and whenever you glanced down at how her ass rippled whenever your hips connected with her, you couldn’t help but be completely fascinated with how it looked, practically unable to tear your eyes away from her.

Her noises started increasing and you kept slapping her already reddening ass in between thrusts. Pulling out almost entirely, you pushed back in so hard that her moans were starting to sound muffled. Never once pausing what you were doing on her, you slid one hand down over her hip so you could touch her clit. You ran the other one up her spine, tightened your fingers in her hair and yanked her up, pulling her against your chest.

“I wanna hear you,” you groaned in her ear and she started whimpering instantly. “You gonna come for me now?”

“Almost,” she mewled back. “I’m so close.” You speeded up the motions against her clit and she let out a loud cry, reaching back with one hand to wrap it around the back of your head. You were barely able to move your hips at this odd angle, but she didn’t seem to care from the way that she was bucking up against your hand and panting. When she started whimpering and rubbing her back against your chest, you could feel the muscles in her thighs constricting against your hand. “Fuck.”

A grunt of pleasure was torn from her throat and she arched her back, all her muscles going rigid all at once when her orgasm tore through her. You kept her pulled against you, absolutely delighted that you appeared to have done this right despite being slightly weirded out about it at first. When you released her, she dropped down onto the bed, completely out of breath. You lay down on your side next to her and studied her face closely. Her eyes were squeezed shut and you ran your fingers up and down her jaw as she caught her breath.

“Gimme a sec…”

You saw her swallow hard, her throat no doubt having gone dry. You got up off the bed and giggled when you looked down. Seeing that huge silicone dildo swaying about with every step that you took really looked hilarious. When you reached the table, you were ready to struggle with attempting to open the champagne before noticing that she’d already taken care of that. There were two glasses filled with the sparkly liquid standing right next to it.

When you turned back around, you saw that she was gone and that he was now laying on the bed in her place. You briefly frowned, sad that you hadn’t gotten a chance to say goodbye before realising that they were one and the same person. You heard him laughing from the bed when you walked back with the glass in your hands.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are.” You sat down next to him and waited until he’d pushed himself up into a sitting position before handing him the glass. He emptied the glass in one big sip. “Wanting to say goodbye.”

“I just forgot. Until earlier I thought that you were nothing but a figment of my imagination.”

“Oh no.” He threw the glass across the room and it bounced off the wall before rolling onto the floor. He looked down at your lap and flicked his fingers against the strap-on. “I’m very real.”

“Can you help me get this thing off?”

“Or you could keep it on.” He flashed you a quick and very dirty smile. “I’d let you peg me.”

You almost choked when you tried to imagine what that would look like and blurted out a quick, “One thing at a time please.”

“Spoilsport.” He tapped a finger on the harness and then it was gone. “You’d be pretty good at it, you know. Pull my hair a couple of times and I’m yours to do with as you please.” Before you could reply to that, he put an arm around your waist and pulled you back onto the bed. Moving you onto your back, he knocked all the air out of your lungs when he suddenly got on top of you and pinned your hands up above your head. “But I promised to do something else anyway. So I win anyway.”

He kept true to his word and fucked you with such ferocity afterwards that when you finally woke up the following morning, it was a damn miracle that you were even able to walk at all. And all that just because of a dream. In the many more dreams that followed afterwards, the woman made an appearance on more than one occasion. On some nights you would just get her and other times he would turn into her while he had his mouth on your pussy. You were never entirely sure about how the entire thing even worked. He wasn’t merely something that your horny mind had come up with one night. No, he was indeed very real.

A couple of months into this very odd arrangement, where he would satisfy your every desire while you were asleep, you were at the beach with your friends. They were convinced that you were seeing someone even if you always said that you weren’t. Maybe this little weekend getaway was a ploy to get more information out of you, but how could you possibly tell them that you’d met someone in your dreams? You’d sound like a bloody lunatic.

When the four of you were looking for a spot to spread out your beach towels, you passed two guys. One was sitting underneath a parasol, dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts, making sure that no part of him even got out of the shade that was provided by the large umbrella over his head. He was scowling at another young man with long blonde wavy hair who was sitting next to him, strumming a blue ukulele.

Your small group settled down a couple of feet away from them and stripped down to the bathing suits that you wore underneath your clothes. You were wearing a red triangle bikini, somehow now also favouring the colour since your dreams were constantly bathed in it. Your friends headed down towards the water while you sat down on your towel and started reading the romance novel that you’d brought with you.

After a couple of minutes, you realised that you had completely stopped paying attention to what you were reading but were instead focusing entirely on the young man a couple of feet behind you who had started singing. You instantly recognised the song that he was singing. It was the song that the sirens sang to Odysseus in the Odyssey. You were so hypnotised by the song, that you’d completely forgotten about your surroundings. It wasn’t until something slammed into your upper arm that the spell was broken. Your head whipped to the side and you saw a frisbee laying next to you in the sand.

“My bad!” A voice called out to you and you picked the piece of plastic up to hold it out to whoever was approaching you. “I am so sorry! I should have caught that.”

“No problem. Not like I’m…” As soon as you looked up the words died in your throat and you instead stared at the young man who was now standing next to you with wide eyes. “Wait…”

“Well, this is a surprise.” He dropped down onto his knees next to you in the sand, a huge smile plastered all over his face, and he took the frisbee from your hands. “Definitely wasn’t expecting this.” For some reason, you reached out and poked a finger against his chest. You half expected that your mind was playing some kind of trick on you, as if your finger was going to pass right through him, but it didn’t. “See? Real.”

“Serk!” Another voice called out and he tore his eyes away from yours to look at whoever it was that had called his name. “Stop hitting on girls and toss the frisbee back!”

“I’m done playing!” He threw the frisbee back which the other guy effortlessly caught. “Tell Sigurd to play with you before he drowns someone with his singing.”

“Fine! But you owe me.” He winked at you and turned around to join the other two guys that you had passed when you had just arrived. Your eyes were drawn to his back or to be more specific to the long braid that swung back and forth as he walked away.

“Stop checking out my brother.” You blinked and turned your attention back on him. “You want me to introduce you? I mean, if you’d rather want to spend time with him than me…”

“What? No!” He chuckled when your words came out louder than you intended. “Not funny.” He ran a hand down your arm, mirroring the same thing that he’d often do in your dreams. “He called you Serk. Is that your name?”

“Short for Hvitserk.” He held out his hand to you. “And what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied when you took his hand in yours. He repeated your name with a warm smile. “I erm… this is weird…”

“Is it?” He let your hand go and got to his feet. You panicked slightly, thinking that he might leave, when he suddenly extended his hand to you. “Come on. I wanna buy you a drink.”

“And then what?”

“I dunno,” he said with a shrug when he pulled you up off the ground. “Sit with me. Talk. I know you, but that’s the dream you and now I want to know the real you. That okay?”

“Sure.” He started pulling you along to the beach bars a short distance away. “I’d like that.”

*****

And this moodboard is based on when I described female Hvitserk coming out of the bathroom.

#vikings #vikings au #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk ragnarsson #incubus hvitserk #hvitserk x you #smutty smut smut #mar writes #mar moodboards

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A Helping Hand

[Don't mind me, I'm horny for Negan, so I wrote this little fic. Pure smut, so be warned. Enjoy reading.]

Your hand reaches your panties and dips past them. You moan lightly while your fingers practically slide through your wet folds, all the while imagining it was him. It has always been him. His tall, dark and handsome aura fogging your mind, his gazes turning you on. And that smile. That awful sexy and self-assured smile of his drives you mad whenever he is near you. You would love to have the courage to step up to him and ask for what you want. But then again, he is hot-tempered at times and the last thing you want is to make him angry.

So you let your eyes flutter shut and your imagination take over. You're too deep (literally) to notice the knock on the door and someone stepping inside without waiting for your approval.

"Holy shit, doll."

The shriek that leaves your lips feels foreign to you. Your eyes stare wildly at the man himself, Negan, while sitting and trying to cover up as much as possible.

"W-what the hell", you ask flabbergasted, trying to calm yourself, still shocked about the man of your wet dreams standing in the middle of your room.

He seems to be amused about your red face and wild hair, stepping closer still.

"And here I thought you'd be in pain when in reality you just need a helping hand to get you off, am I right?" His dimples make you swoon. You avoid eye contact because you fear the hungry and mocking gaze of his.

"N-Negan," you stammer, still trying to pull the covers over your body. "Why didn't you knock?"

He laughs heartily, taking a step towards you, then another. "Oh babygirl, I did. But you seemed to be busy with fucking yourself on those dainty fingers of yours." He sat down on your bed, skimming his own fingers over your soft covers. "Fancy my fingers in your cunt, hmm? I bet they would perfectly fit down there and make you drool."

You're speechless enough to risk a look into his eyes and instantly drown in the heated gaze you're met with. Your cheeks turn even redder, your puls quickens. You clench around nothing at the promise of his long and thick fingers inside of you and feel yourself nod before you even have the chance to realize what happens here.

Negan grins widely, like you're his prey, and pulls at the covers.

"Well, well doll, your wish is my command. Let's see with what I'm working here."

You let him free your upper body and try to withhold the shame of being exposed like this.

"Fuckity fuck, would you look at those ripe and round titties of yours. Damn." He shifts nearer, his hand reaching out for your breasts, grazing your nipple with his fingers. You moan at this light touch, goosebumps forming over your skin.

"And so fucking responsive. I will have you screaming my name in no time", Negan rasps.

He fully uncovers your body, his eyes shifting to your center, over your legs and up again.

"Spread those fine legs, doll."

You do as he says, exposing your glistening center to his hungry eyes.

"Fucking shit, is this all for me?"

You nod absently when Negan lightly grasps your chin and makes you look at him.

"Don't be shy, baby, I know how much you want me inside of you. I know you're always staring at me like I'm your favorite lollipop and, let me be honest here, I'm getting hard at that thought alone. So don't hide yourself from me and let me make you feel good, get all that tension out of your system."

Negan's low voice makes you shiver and even wetter than you thought possible. Your hunger for him takes over, so you reach forward, clashing your lips against his.

He responds to your kiss immediately, pressing you against himself, his tongue entering your mouth. His hands hold your head securely while he is kissing you like a drowning man, claiming your mouth.

When you both separate for much needed air, he looks at you mischievously. His right hand leaves your hair and wanders up your bare leg towards your center. Your legs are spread still and open a bit wider when he reaches where you need him the most.

His fingers dance over your pussy, teasing you with light touches. "Rough or gentle, what makes you cum like a waterfall?"

You moan at the prospect of getting pleasured by his fingers, unable to answer him.

He slaps your cunt and the shock - more so than the slight pain accompanied by it - makes you jump. "Use your words, babygirl", he says.

"R-rough, I like it rough, Negan, please."

He grins at you, tapping your clit in quick motions, earning a rich moan from your lips.

"Dirty girl, getting off by getting her juicy pussy spanked. Who knew what a little kinky slut you are."

Negan motions for you to lay back, then pushes two fingers into your welcoming heat, his eyes transfixed by your lower lips taking him in greedily.

"Holy shit, you're dripping all over my fingers. Such a perfect little pussy. You ready?"

You can't answer him as fast as he starts pumping his fingers in and out, reaching all the right spots inside of you. You moan his name over and over again, your climax fast approaching, the pace of his glorious fingers relentless.

"Look at you, doll, you love it, yeah?"

You nod, trying to anchor yourself with your fingers helplessly grasping the sheets. You don't know if you've ever felt pleasure like this before, it's building like a hurricane inside of you.

Negan shifts his position, hovering over you so he can kiss your lips.

"I feel your damn walls clenching around me, you're cuming, aren't you?"

"Yes, fuck", you answer him out of breath, out of your mind.

He pulls out of your heat, rubbing your clit furiously with all of his fingers when you practically explode.

Your moan turns into a scream because of the immense pleasure, your vision goes blurry while you soak the sheets beneath you.

"Look at that", Negan hollers, proud of himself, "I just knew you were a squirter. Again."

His fingers are in you instantly, torturing your over-sensitive channel with fast movements, bringing you to the edge once again. He stimulates you so well, you can't think, can't breath, can't feel anything else than pure ecstasy.

Just when you start climaxing again, he withdraws his fingers, looking at your clenching hole squirt.

"Please", you sob uncontrollably, it's all too much, the pleasure leaving you panting and reeling.

But Negan doesn't respond, he bows down and laps up your juices like a starved man.

Your hands wander into his hair, trying to push him away. "Too much...fuck", you whimper. He pushes your hands away from him and looks up at you.

"Oh no, babygirl. I decide when it is too much. And I just know you have another one in you. I want you to cum again for me. One last time", he orders.

You can't argue with him, you're a complete mess, so you just moan when he puts his mouth onto you again, directly aiming for your clit. His fingers return to your heat, pushing themselves into you. You don't know how many of them fit into your quivering hole but you feel so full and completely helpless. It just takes a few moments, his precise thrusts and him sucking your clit roughly to make you lose control. You cum right on his face, screaming his name.

Your ears are ringing, your body a quivering mess. You feel Negan beside you, your senses too distant to really notice what he's doing. It takes you several minutes to catch your breath and feel his arms around your body.

"Oh baby, you're completely destroyed. You came so good for me, such a good girl", he praises while he presses light kisses against your neck.

"Let me hold you for a bit, then I will clean you up properly. Shh", he hushes you, before you relax fully into him. You're too exhausted to answer him, so you cuddle against him, close your eyes and drift off.

#negan x reader #negan #jeffrey dean morgan #negan smut #negan fanfiction #my fanfiction

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office-to-fantasy · 3 years

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can you continue the nsfw ayato one where he revenges please 🥺

[Absolutely! Enjoy!]

Part 1

NSFW Warnings: Restraints, CNC, Edge Play.

Ayato Sakamaki x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

(Diabolik Lovers Fanfic)

You knew it'd come and bite you in the butt eventually…

You just didn’t expect it so soon.

You woke up with the side of the bed empty, and you were sure Ayato would still be sleeping. You covered yourself in the blanket before sitting up and looking around.

It’s only been a day, and you expected Ayato would plan something for tonight, but it caught you by surprise when you tried getting up and your hands were held tightly down by chains.

Oh no…

You looked around before seeing Ayato walk into the room. “You’re awake I see,” he spoke with a smirk.

Your eyes widened as you saw him walk towards you. “Ayato, what is this?”

“You think I’d let you get away with what happened? You truly think I’m a fool, but you’ll know the true meaning of what being below me is.” He neared and immediately bit down on your exposed neck.

You always enjoyed Ayato’s bites, but this was different, as though he was now truly making sure you knew your place. He pushed you down on the mattress, the blanket just barely hiding your exposed body.

How had you not noticed the chains before? You knew he was sadistic, but to lock you down in place? That, you didn’t expect.

He removed his fangs, continuing to create more and more marks upon your skin, but you couldn’t deny the delicious sensations his fangs brought you. His hand moved the blanket from your bare chest before biting down on it as well, the pain was pleasurable and knowing it was Ayato’s made it all the better.

“I’ll show you who’s the best at this as I make you climax time and time again.” He looked down at you with a smirk to melt your heart and set your body on fire. His green eyes perfectly set on you and you alone.

You held your ground, stubborn to let him know he was getting to you.

Ayato’s hand moved down the valley of your breasts to your stomach, each touch of his exciting you. He continued moving down past the blanket until he reached the area you craved most for him to touch.

He slowly and very softly ran his middle finger teasingly up and down your core. His palm then pressing against your clit and continuing to circle around your wet lips with his fingers.

“Already so wet for me, you really are quick to submit to me,” he softly chuckled.

You looked away as soft moans slipped past your betraying lips. He could so easily control your body, you almost missed being below him, but your ego denied it.

Ayato watched you in amusement as he entered a finger into your clutching walls. Thrusting his finger in and out before adding another.

You completely avoided his eyes, not wanting to give up yet. But as his fingers stroked a spot deep inside you, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and thrusting your hips into his hand.

Ayato felt you slowly begin to tighten around his fingers, giving him the perfect opportunity to show you just how much power he held over you. Pulling his fingers out and losing all contact with your body as you almost came was a sight to see. Your face turning into a frustrated one and your body silently pleading for more.

He loved your expression.

You tried closing your thighs to give you the release you wanted, but Ayato was quick to predict your movements. His hands held your thighs apart, uncovering the rest of your naked body to him. He was still perfectly dressed, leaving you to be the only one exposed so intimately.

He moved his hand back up to your breast, fondling it with an amused expression. His other hand moved back down to your aching core, slowly and softly rubbing around your lips and sensitive bud.

You whimpered without thinking, breathing heavily from the restriction and teasing.

You wanted him to touch you more.

“That look in your eyes is really doing it for me.” He moved down quick, his tongue meeting the sensitive area between your legs. Moving his tongue around your already wet lips teasingly, then softly kissing your throbbing clit as though it was your mouth. Sucking and pressing his tongue against you.

You tugged on the restraints around your wrists, wanting to put your hands on him as he pleasured you. You moaned as you bucked your hips, wanting to feel more of his tongue against you.

Ayato’s hands held down your waist, taking full control of the situation. He chuckled, his breath hitting your aching core.

Damn him.

“More..!” you moaned out. “Please.” You’d given in, needing more than he was giving you.

“Say it. Tell me I’m the one in control, now and always,” he demanded. His eyes looking up at you mischievously. “Maybe then I’ll give you what you want.”

Your pride held you back from the words.

Ayato started kissing around you. “I won’t do it unless you say it,” he spoke.

You looked away. “You’re the one in control. Now and always.”

His hand met your face, turning it to face him as he hovered over you. “Don’t back down now, say it while looking at me.”

You looked into Ayato’s eyes as you spoke. “You’re in control, now and always. Please… more…” you pleaded.

Ayato green eyes lit with excitement as he sat up and removed his shirt. Pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his already hardened member.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“I’m under your control, Ayato, please…” You tugged on the restraints, wanting to touch and pleasure him as well.

He looked back up at you as he aligned himself to your entrance, running his tip against your eager lips. “You’ll stay in those restraints as punishment, to remember to never defy me.” He slowly pushed into you while holding your leg up higher, giving him the control to go in deeper.

You moaned as he entered past your eager walls. Taking him inside you gladly with more moans.

Ayato’s head hovered over your shoulder, his fiery red hair brushing against your skin as he filled you. Slowly moving in and out of you before increasing his pace and hitting the spot he had before.

You became a moaning mess as your thighs closed around his hips, holding him close as his thrusts quickly began to leave you in ecstasy.

Ayato’s breath hit your neck as he worked in and out of you, his hand gripping your thigh to keep you close.

With a few more thrusts and Ayato’s soft moans, you felt yourself come close.

“Ayato!” You held him closely with your legs, but it was no use.

Ayato smirked at your desperate cries and pleads. Quickly thrusting out as he felt you tighten and pulse around him, he pulled out before you could release, looking down at you with a smirk.

You whined, the loss of contact leaving you shaking under him. “Ayato…” you said breathlessly.

You knew how you looked, so quick to switch and plead for him to pleasure you, to let you release. You knew it well, but it was Ayato. Something about that always had you begging for more with him.

He pecked your lips. “You don’t cum until I say, so be prepared for a long day.” He pulled on one of your nipples, easily making you whimper once again.

He had you perfectly wrapped his fingner, earlier events showing in more ways than one.

Ayato brought his lips to your ear, feeling your body calm slightly from your denied orgasm. Your soft panting satisfying him all the more. “All mine,” he whispered before entering you once again and continuing.

Damn him...

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angelanimedesaray · 3 years

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A Demon’s Promise Part 4: Quick Hits (NSFW)

AN: Iiiiiiiii might have been kinda sorta dared to use the gif in this last smut chapter...plus I couldn’t resist XD XD XD it was too good/perfect/amusing to me lol

Oh, yeah, this is the last smut chapter guys, strap in for the plot...and angst. Looooots of angst...

Characters: Incubus!Levi, Reader, Various BG Characters

Pairing: (Eventual) Levi x Reader

Warnings: Language. The consent is starting to get a little dubious, if you ask me. Also I think some stuff in here could be considered as gaslighting. SMUT (which means time for the kink list): Bathtub Sex, double penetration, praise kink, breeding kink, oral, Public Sex, Fingering, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, degradation, Tail Play, no protection, wall sex, a dash of aftercare.

Word Count: 7074

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*Reader’s POV*

After the night that you treated Levi, things were...different, when he came to you in your dreams. And not necessarily in a good way. It wasn’t anything bad, per say, but if there had ever been a hint of intimacy, it wasn’t there, now. The entire exchange was now strictly sex. There was a distance to him now that hadn’t been there before, like he was holding you at arm’s length emotionally, trying to avoid something like that happening again, like you’d spooked him or something. Any attempt you made to focus on him once again like you had before was immediately shut down. You’d eventually learned to stop trying.

Of course, he didn’t disappear entirely. If anything, you saw him more now. He was still coming to you in your dreams while you were in bed, and he still made you feel...divine, each time. The difference was that he came to you now whenever you fell asleep, even if it was a quick nap, or an accidental doze--and you were strangely starting to doze off far more often than you used to.

Were you developing narcolepsy as well, now? What was going on in your brain? Did medicine even have an answer for what was happening to you? You’d seen two or three doctors already, and you still weren’t any closer to finding an answer.

And yet the dreams persisted, intensified, and came far more frequently...

(Two weeks ago)

Your heels ached, shoulders bunched up and tense, making you roll them instinctively and roll your head side to side to try and loosen up the tension as you trudged through your home, leaving a slight trail of clothes as you gathered your me time supplies on your way to the bathroom. A small pint of your favorite ice cream, a bottle of your favorite drink, wireless earbuds to play music in, and aches and pains bath salts poured into the steaming hot running water. Your supplies were gathered on a little table you pulled next to the bathtub before climbing inside, sinking into the hot and now scented water with a low moan, sinking into the dangerously full bathtub all the way up to your earlobes, stretching your legs out in front of you and letting the water splash across the afflicted areas.

It had been a rough day at work, and you were taking the time to treat yourself and unwind a bit, especially since you had another shift in about 18 hours.

After taking a few moments to simply enjoy the feeling of the tension leaving your tired muscles, you sat up properly in the tub, leaning back and grabbing your snacks to indulge in your treat to yourself. Your music was turned down low in your ears, loud enough you could hear it comfortably, but not excessively loud like you sometimes did when you were dancing around or getting in the zone while you did housework. The ice cream disappeared in what felt like seconds, and you got halfway through your drink before it started to sit forgotten on the nightstand in favor of soaking in the heat of the water again, aware that you were starting to sweat, steam covering up the mirrors, the only sound in the room the occasional ripple of water, which you couldn’t quite hear over the music in your ears.

You leaned your head back to rest on the rim of the tub behind your head, closed your eyes, took a deep breath, sank as far as you could into the water without submerging your headphones…

The water suddenly sloshed in disturbance, splashing over the edge as another leg appeared in the water beside you, your eyes shooting open to see Levi climbing into the tub with you like it was the most normal thing, eyes rising from where he was carefully and strategically climbing into the tub with you, up to your wide-eyed gaze.

His hand reached out to gently remove the earbud before you could, already reaching over for the other one as he started to speak.

“Don’t worry--I’ll make sure you don’t drown falling asleep in the tub,” he said with the slightest twitch upwards in his lips towards a smirk at his dark humor joke, taking the other earbud out of your ear and setting both on the nightstand as he settled closer to you, chest pressing up against yours, waist settling between your legs even though it took some maneuvering, your right leg now dangling out of the tub to spread you wide enough he could settle between your legs in the tight space. One of his hands reached just behind your head to grip the rim of the bathtub and hold him up, bringing him close enough to your face that he could plant a steamy kiss on your lips, his other hand slipping between the two of you to start rubbing and swirling around your clit and folds in the hot water, the relaxed state you had been in now proving advantageous not only for your unwind time after work, but for Levi’s attempt to loosen your body up for him.

Had you really fallen asleep in the bathtub? That was a new one for you, especially considering all the horror stories built up in your mind from that one story you heard as a child about a woman drowning in the bathtub after falling asleep.

Levi’s fingers slipped inside of you, stretching you out and making you moan lowly into his lips, water sloshing out of the tub as you both rocked into each other, and you felt his tail slipping around your back to help support you and hold you close to him, the tip curling back around to your front near your chest, floating lazily in the water and occasionally tickling your skin.

“There won’t be much time before you wake up...you don’t mind if I speed things up, do you?” he asked against your lips. His fingers were working you rather quickly, the speed he was trying to get you loose and ready for him causing a pleasant burn inside you.

“If it’s gonna be quick, at least leave me satisfied,” you murmured in response. The last thing you wanted was to wake up sexually frustrated having to do it yourself.

His fingers curled tighter around the edge of the bathtub, the hand stretching you open for him in the water disappearing long enough to guide himself to you. It was harder to do while you were submerged, considering the water would wash away that natural lubricant that made sliding inside you much easier. It was part of the reason why for once he had to guide himself in, why his hand shifted to your waist for added stability and leverage. He had to grind and thrust a little harder and more than normal to gradually bury himself inside you, swallowing your gasps and moans with his mouth as he pushed deeper inside you.

It also helped keep you from swallowing any of the water as it splashed out of the tub in torrents with every thrust, soaking most of your hair, splashing across your faces but not interrupting the kiss as he kept firmly locked with your lips. One of your hands gripped at his thigh to keep him pulled close to you, occasionally sliding a little higher to grip at his ass, while your other hand ran up his neck and twined into his slightly damp hair thanks to the steam and the splashing water, nails scratching lightly against the close shave of his undercut.

Once he was buried deep inside you, he didn’t dare pull out and go through the difficult entry again in the water. Instead, he ground his hips into yours, rocking his hips in more than a basic up and down motion to let his cock explore your insides, rubbing against your walls and stretching them out, rubbing against the sensitive spots he could reach as his kiss deepened.

The water was noticeably lessened by now with all your movements, and a few times he had to grab at the bathtub rim again as his grip slipped, your back pressed against the side of the tub as his chest pressed harder against yours.

It was a little uncomfortable, given the tight space, the way your leg had to dangle out of the tub, the hard surface of the tub in general, and the way he couldn’t pull out without risking some dry friction, but something about...his taste, or maybe the smell in the air between his natural scent and the relaxing scents of the salts you’d put in the water, or perhaps the way he made his cock hit the same sweet spots over and over once he realized where they were...something about it kept you excited, made the water suddenly feel cool against your flushed skin as he rocked you both towards a climax.

When your climax did hit, it was almost a relief, causing your body to loosen further and relaxation to seep through you from the orgasm flushing through your body. Levi kept himself buried deep inside you as your climaxes ran their course, his kiss heady and deep, making you feel drowsy, eyelids fluttering…

You accidentally snorted some of the water in the tub as your nose slipped below the water line, and you woke with a start, sputtering and trying to snort the water back out as it burned and made your eyes water, looking around in confusion at your silent bathroom once more. Your first concern, after realizing Levi was nowhere to be seen, was your headphones, which would have been submerged if you had slipped low enough to inhale water through your nose.

There were no headphones in your ear. They were resting unharmed and perfectly dry on the little table next to the bathtub, and the water level around you was much lower than it had been when you’d nodded off a few...however long ago.

Still coughing and sputtering, you pulled the plug and climbed out of the water that now felt lukewarm and unpleasant against your skin after that steamy dream. You wanted nothing more than to find some soft warm clothes and relax. Well, the relaxing part your time was up for--it was housework and dinner for you now, before you went to bed.

Climbing out of the tub, you almost slipped, discovering water splashed recklessly all over the floor, like half the tub had been emptied onto the floor while you’d fallen asleep.

Still shaky and in a rush to warm up, you didn’t pay it much mind at the time, thinking it was just a mess from your startled awake movements and your hasty exit out of the tub, not realizing it was too much water to have been displaced by those two simple movements.

You were too concerned grumbling under your breath because you had to stop and mop up the water with towels while you were starting to freeze before you could dash off to your bedroom to get fresh pajamas to wander the house in.

You had a thirty minute lunch break.

After finding it difficult to sleep the night before, and feeling groggy and unrested when you did wake up, you were looking forward to a quick nap in your car instead of using it to actually eat. You were still fairly full after your breakfast this morning, so you were sure you could probably last until dinner if you skipped lunch. You needed sleep more than food right now, anyway.

Alarm set for twenty minutes, seat leaned back as far as it would go and doors locked, your coat draped over you like a poor excuse for a blanket, you closed your eyes with a weary sigh, feeling slightly giddy at the thought of a few moment’s rest.

You’d just started to feel the falling sensation of nodding off despite the unorthodox bed you’d made yourself when you began to feel it between your legs. The familiar sensation of fingers prodding, stroking, rubbing.

You should have known--falling asleep these days meant Levi would be there, even if it was for a few moments between shifts at work.

“Levi…” you grumbled, feeling those fingers already working your pants and panties off at the same time, or at least low enough to give him access. Your eyes were still closed, as if keeping them closed gave you a better chance at slipping into the dreamless sleep that had alluded you since this started.

“I’ll keep it quick,” he promised, his lips and teeth grazing along your thighs and pelvis, making you shudder and moan softly, especially when you felt his breath puffing softly against the entrance of your pussy. “Is that all right?” he murmured, already starting to part your folds to give his lips and tongue access.

Fuck...

Of course he was going to eat you out, the one sinful act that turned you to putty, that made your insides ache just at the thought. You’d kill for the sight of him between your legs, and if you just turned your head a little and opened your eyes.

His tongue dipped inside you, and your body trembled, breath catching as you opened your tired eyes to look down at him, the world around you hazy as soon as he locked eyes with you. You knew he was kneeling down between your legs, mouth locking around your labia as his tongue pushed deeper, making you squirm and moan slightly, hips rocking into his face. His eyes never left yours, though. The steel blue and grey burning intensely into you, watching your every move as if making sure you were responding the way he wanted to as the sound of him licking and sucking on his meal reached your ears, making you feel that lighthearted sense of quick arousal. He released your labia to suddenly wrap his lips around your clit, tongue flicking mercilessly against it the same time he sucked gently on it. Your breathing grew shallow as he alternated between your clit and your entrance, using his mouth alone to pleasure you, driving you quickly to an edge in what you thought might be record time.

It was like he was on a time limit. Like he was trying to see how hard and fast he could make you cum.

When you whimpered, your body giving a warning tense and shudder, Levi suddenly pulled away, causing you to groan in disappointment. You’d thought he’d been going for a quick orgasm, not--

He was crawling over you, hands placed carefully along your seat to avoid pressing down on you as he lined himself up, his hard cock pressing against your entrance and already leaking pre-cum. Had he been keeping his hands free to get himself ready at the same time?

You didn’t get long to dwell on his methods before he was pushing inside you, your wound up body accepting him gratefully while you moaned, feeling his loosened, unbuttoned jeans rubbing against your thighs with every thrust. One of his hands lifted your shirt so he could lower his head to your breast, doing something he hadn’t done in a while and letting his lips and hands play with your breasts and nipples while his cock thrusted into you, quickly filling you and causing the wet slap of skin on skin to fill the enclosed space of your car.

His grunts against the skin of your chest were quiet but still there, your body feeling unnaturally hot wherever he touched you, as if stirring you to further sensitivity that made you cum before you could even realize what was happening.

Were you really that easy to please when it came to him? It was like you were cumming on command at this point, like it was a trained response to his advances. It was a bit unfair.

Though, it helped that he tended to follow close after, like he was in a similar position.

Levi grunted far more audibly, muffling a low moan by wrapping his lips around one of your nipples while he rode out his own orgasm, hips bucking up deep into you a few times before he slowly pulled out, quietly cleaning himself up and making you both decent once again before you felt yourself slip into sleep for what felt like a few seconds.

You were woken up by your phone alarm going off, informing you that your time was up and you needed to get back to work.

At least he wasn’t ever ambitious in these daydream visits, keeping it to one and done so that you didn’t miss too much of what was happening in reality while you took these small day pleasure trips.

His timing could be a bit better, though. This was starting to tax your sleep and general feeling of being rested. If you couldn’t even close your eyes for a few moments without him showing up in an almost lucid dream to fuck you, your energy was about to evaporate.

(One Week Ago)

You just wanted to shut your brain off for a while. You were a couple doctor visits into trying to figure out what was happening to you, and work was killing you lately. You had more aches and pains than normal, Levi’s frequent visits were leaving you feeling filled and stretched all the time, as well as tired, even if it was in your dreams--like it was somehow disrupting your rest. It had been a rough day at work as well, and after all the rushing and trying to keep up with the awful pace of the day, you just wanted to be mindless for a while.

Maybe you should try to take some of your saved up vacation days to try and bounce back. You were slipping into a state of constant exhaustion, and people were noticing. Right now you could still function and manage despite it, but before long, you were certain you were going to crash and burn. Hopefully it would be on a day off, and not on a day you were supposed to work. You needed those paychecks.

Besides, you had more doctor’s visits coming up--more follow ups, more tests…

You sighed heavily, burying your face in the couch pillow as the sound of the TV turned into white noise. You weren’t supposed to be thinking right now, just watching mindless television in a semi-fetal position on the couch. You weren’t even interested in the show, honestly, it was just there, making it hard to focus and starting to build a restless feeling inside you.

As if you’d summoned him, you felt a weight behind you, an arm draping over your middle and slowly moving up the center of your chest in a light rub, legs molding into a half-bent position along yours, pelvis pressed up against your ass, his breath tickling your neck.

Right now, though, you didn’t much mind. This was more ideal than recently. Hell, you were the one bored out of your mind and not wanting to think right now. But there was still that twinge of discomfort at the reminder of just how often he’d been coming to you recently. You were starting to burn out.

Not yet, but you were getting there

“Do you mind?” he asked in a murmur along the top curve of your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.

“No,” you mumbled into the pillow, feeling his hand slowly start to slide under your clothes and undress you at the admission. “But this is starting to get a bit excessive, you know.”

He paused for a moment, your jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, shirt pulled up partially, his hand slipped between your skin and the fabric of your jeans and panties, paused just short of pushing them downwards.

“But right now?” he asked hesitantly, needing a bit of clarification after your comment.

“Go ahead. I don’t want to think right now. Could you just...make me forget some things?” you answered, your voice still muffled by the pillow, yet he seemed to understand every word you said.

“I can do that,” he answered in a surprisingly reassuring purr, pushing your pants and panties down to your knees and leaving it up to you to push them further down--which you did, kicking them to the edge of the couch. Once your legs were free, he grasped one of them and hooked it back behind his leg, spreading your legs open enough for him to have easy access. His hand slipped back under your shirt after that, fingers stretching wide to stroke across your chest--and not just against your breasts. His lips lazily trailed along your throat and neck, and his hips rocked against you from behind, causing his cock to rub against your ass and slide slightly between your cheeks, coming closer to your pussy inch by inch. Unexpectedly, you felt his tail drape over the exposed thigh of the leg he’d draped behind his, coming up to your exposed pussy and starting to rub against your folds with the thicker, more muscly part of his tail while the tip tickled your abdomen and thighs as it flicked between the two.

You moaned quietly, leaning your head back and towards him, inadvertently giving him more access to more of your throat, which he promptly took advantage of, lips and teeth grazing against your skin. “Just like that…”

His hand slid further up, appearing from beneath your collar and gripping lightly at your throat. "Are you still mine?" He whispered in your ear, his voice causing you to shudder, and you felt his cock start to rub against your pussy as well, his other hand holding your leg firmly in place hooked around his and out of the way.

"Yes…" you sighed, his thumb stroking along your pulse point in your throat.

"Can I still breed you?"

His cock was perfectly positioned to thrust up into you, and you whimpered at the feel and his words, knowing well what came next.

"Yes, please," you whispered, moaning rather loudly when his tail shifted out of the way and his cock trusted up inside you in one sharp thrust. Not all the way, though. You were tighter than usually, especially considering the bit of prep he'd given you and how willing you were right now.

Levi grunted, thrusting a little harder to push further in, his other hand pulling your leg further back to open you wide.

"Someone needs a good stretching if they're going to be bred like my good little cockslut," he whispered in your ear. You hadn't realized how much you were missing the dirty talk until his words went right to your core and poured more heat in your belly.

As soon as he said it, you felt his tail start to slide in beside his cock. The resulting stretch from the double penetration as more and more of him pushed inside your pussy made you whimper and cry out, even as his tail opened you up and made it easier for his cock to slide in.

While his cock trusted in and out of you in an effortless pace thanks to how wide and wet you were quickly becoming, his tail pushed a little further into the places his cock couldn't reach, coiling inside you and rubbing against your sweet spots. You were a moaning mess, Levi's hand crawling a little higher to stick his fingers in your mouth, which you obediently began to suck, your pleased sounds now muffled by your efforts.

"You wanted to forget? I'll make you forget. You'll be my personal cum factory right now and tonight, and you can feed my hungry cock every sweet drop your pussy has to give. Deal?" You nodded, moaning against his fingers, which he pulled out with a growled, "I can't hear you!"

"Yes!" You gasped, breath catching as you felt him coax an orgasm from your body seconds after he put his fingers back in your mouth.

He didn't stop thrusting after you came--he continued his merciless pace with the double penetration until he came. At that point, he flipped you over so you were lying on your stomach, repositioning your legs so he could continue taking you, cumming what should have been impossibly two more times inside you from that position as your body started to struggle to prove him the orgasms from you that he thought.

You certainly forgot, though. You forgot everything in those moments, except when he turned you over a third time to take you again, lips locking with yours in that kiss that seemed to pull at your soul, lighting a fire inside your body that seemed to accelerate your recovery and squeeze out a few last orgasms from your drained body, his eyes locked with yours the whole time your body felt aflame, flickering between the steel blue and the black and gold.

With the last orgasm, your mind went white, memory of the whole thing going hazy, and you barely managed to stagger off the couch and to bed before slipping into a deep sleep, where he was waiting for you amid the black silks to continue like he'd promised, where there were no limitations to stop the two of you from going literally all night.

The exhaustion was officially impacting your daily life. Your friends were the first to notice that you were acting completely drained all the time, asking if you were getting enough sleep. You’d simply snorted and gave the wry reply of too much sleep and tried to brush it off.

But then your coworkers started noticing. You were slowing down, you ached and hurt more often and much easier, you made more mistakes. Then your boss noticed, when it had gotten so bad that they pulled you aside for a discussion about your performance and to ask what was going on.

At that point, you had to come clean that you had some medical issues going on, and that you were seeing some doctors trying to figure out what was wrong and how to fix it.

That was how you ended up with a medical leave while your doctor’s visits continued--though it would only last so long before they would have to let you go.

On one of the nights that you didn’t have a doctor’s appointment, however, some of your friends had scheduled a night off so that all of you could go out. It was a sweet gesture, an attempt to get your mind off of whatever was happening with you and the doctor’s visits, plus now the threat of possibly losing your job if you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with you and do something to help you work like you used to again. There were a lot of stressors right now, and the night out was meant to help get your mind off them. Dinner, a movie, some clubbing if you felt up to it by the end of the night. Which you did. Dinner had been great, the movie was good--it wasn’t one that was going to end up on your list of favorites, but it was still good--and you weren’t feeling particularly exhausted at the moment. You felt rather at ease, and were still up to some fun.

So, you’d all gone to a local nightclub based on majority vote, all of you sticking close together and keeping an eye on one another for safety, moving in pairs, but for the majority, enjoying your night with loud music and each other’s company.

At one point, you decided to duck away to go to the bathroom. You paired up with one of your friends to go for safety, but upon arriving, it was a single bathroom, so she waited outside while you went about your business inside.

The music was more muted in here, oddly enough, and it was a little more peaceful. You hummed the lyrics of the song playing in the nightclub to yourself as you washed your hands, keeping your eyes down on the bubbles that lathered across your skin before watching them disappear down the drain, looking up to grab one of the paper towels from the dispenser next to you.

In the mirror, you saw someone standing behind you--no, not just someone, Levi.

Whether he was familiar to you or not, it was still extremely unexpected, considering you were alone in a locked room, and you whipped around with a startled scream that was quickly cut off by his hand over your mouth before it could reach a volume that could be heard outside by your friend.

Deep inside you, there was a twinge of fear as your mind started to race with questions at seeing him tangibly in front of you. Had you fallen asleep? No, you couldn't have, there was no moment for you to doze off, this had to be real. If it was real, how the hell had he gotten inside? The door was locked, your friend was outside the door, how else--?

What did he intend to do now that he was here?

The terrifying questions swirled up inside you as Levi pushed you back against the wall--firmly, but still gently, with his hand still over your mouth to keep you from crying out.

"Calm down, it's just me," he said soothingly, holding your wide eyed gaze. "It's okay…"

You felt your body start to relax at his words, the fear suddenly lying draining away as you leaned in towards him, his hand pulling away from your mouth once it was clear you weren't going to scream again.

Of course it was okay. He'd been visiting you for how long now? Almost two months? And his visits always consisted of one thing, and it was never intentionally harmful considering the deal between you two had been for him to pleasure you.

Levi picked you up, setting you down on the sink counter with his hands on either side of your waist, watching you and your reactions intently. You were looking around at the small one person bathroom with a slight frown before turning your attention back to his hypnotic gaze.

"I have to be dreaming, if I'm seeing you...Did I really fall asleep here?" You asked, feeling Levi's fingers grip your chin lightly, thumb brushing against your lips as he held your gaze, appearing to debate his answer.

"Yes," he eventually said. His other hand removed itself from your side as he pressed closer, standing between your legs and undoing the button and zipper on his pants. "May I?" He asked in a low murmur, pausing just short of pulling himself out.

You nodded hesitantly, even as a thrill went through you. You'd always wanted to be daring enough to try public sex at least once. Though, if you were asleep, did this really count? You probably should have said no, with the way these escapades were affecting your daily life, but whenever he was standing in front of, his eyes locked with yours, making your body feel hot and needy and pulling you in with just his eyes, turning you to putty in his hands…

You couldn't say no. Not that you'd tried to.

Besides, this approach was...different. He seemed a little softer than he had been recently. Recently it had been fuck after fuck, just pounding and pouring into you, filling you with his seed, draining you of your already low reserves of energy in the process. Rough sex, quick sex, quick hits in the day to unleash his cock inside you at least once, and rough long nights where he experimented more and tried things out with you to keep things interesting, but the sex went on much, much longer, with more loads dumped in your pussy than you'd thought possible, physically. But of course, they were dreams. Levi could cum inside you as much as he wanted in dreams, there were no physical limits.

Now he seemed to be taking his time, his advances careful and thought out, patient and well placed. He wasn't trying to stimulate you first for once--he'd pulled his cock out of his pants and was now rubbing himself to get himself worked up, gaze roaming over your body as he reached back to pull a small bottle of travel sized like out of his back pocket and add it onto his dick, making his cock glisten and a wet sound start to fill the bathroom.

Wait...had you ever seen him use lube before in your dreams?

You reached out towards his cock, replacing his hand with your own and starting to work him beneath your fingers, Levi moaning softly against your touch and thrusting slowly into your hand as he reached behind you to turn on the water and wash his hand of the lube as best as he could.

It didn't take too much to get him hard and ready to enter you, going from giving him a quick hand job to get him hard to teasing and playing with his cock while you waited for him, watching the precum leaking from his cock wet your fingers as you teased his tip. Levi was undoing your pants and panties, getting them to shimmy down against the hard sink surface and fall into a bunch at your ankles, considering your shoes were still on. Once the clothes weren't a problem anymore, he came closer, your hand removed from his cock as it started to press against your entrance experimentally. You were a little wet, but this was going to burn some if he was going to just press inside you now like this.

As if to assume your concerns, one of his hands dipped between your legs, playing idly with your clit and folds between the rubbing along your entrance that his cock was doing. At the same time, he leaned it--you thought to kiss you like he sometimes did, but his head angled at the last moment, and he started kissing and nibbling along your neck and jaw.

"I've been rough with you recently, haven't I?" He asked in a low murmur, lips moving against your ear. "I'll be more gentle tonight, so you can rest," he promised, and with that, he finally pushed inside you, little at a time. It was still a burning stretch, though the lube made it easier, Levi grunting slightly and letting out lewd little exhales against your skin as he pushed deeper and deeper. And, once he managed to bury himself all the way inside you, he started his thrusting in and out.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, the sensation somehow feeling new and delicious despite the simplicity of what the two of you were doing. Levi continued to lather your throat with attention, though you noticed he wasn't marking you this time, maybe as part of his promise to be gentler with you tonight. Levi continued his thrusts inside you, and you arched against him, head thrown back, ass sliding closer to the edge of the counter and him, pushing him deeper inside you as you let out a deep moan.

Why did this feel so good?

"That's a good girl...that's it...cum for me, next. Just one small orgasm. Come on...we're almost there. Climax with me," Levi encouraged you, switching to praise for once instead of pure dirty talk and some degradation. It worked, though, shudders and tingles going through your whole body as you felt yourself pulled to an orgasm, cumming not long before Levi and feeling a bit of a leak along your inner thighs.

Levi started to pull out and away, but you stopped him, gripping to his shirt sleeve before he could pull all the way out. 'Wait, wait--again. Please."

"I'm trying to be gentle with you," Levi said cautiously after a moment's pause.

"I know, but it...it feels so good...and so different...just one more--I have one more in me," you pleaded, pulling him closer again by the sleeve and feeling his cock slipping back inside you from the proximity. Levi glanced at the door, then back at your needy expression.

"All right, one more," he relented, wrapping his arms under your ass to pick you up, causing you to slide further onto his cock in the process before he had you squeeze his waist with your knees and thighs--you couldn't wrap your legs around him considering your shoes kept your panties and pants from sliding entirely off. He pressed your back up against the wall to help support you, sliding you down enough that you were more accessible but you weren't going to slide free and fall to the floor in the middle of sex.

Once he had you in place, chest pressed against yours for some added stability, he started to thrust up into you, your body still sensitive from the last orgasm. Which meant it wouldn't take long, but it was still going to feel amazing.

Between his grunts and your moans, it was easy to tune out the sound of the club outside the bathroom, your fingers digging into his back as your body shuddered where it was trapped between him and the wall.

"Y/N? Are you okay in there? It's been a while…"

Your friend's voice was unexpected, and almost pulled you out of the moment entirely, except for the fact that Levi gave a sharp thrust that made you whimper and any attempt at a reply cut off.

"What's some public sex without a little risk?" He murmured against your ear, and you felt his words go straight to your core, warmth pooling and threatening to spill over with how close you already were.

You'd lost your voice for a moment, and your friend knocked on the door. Levi kept thrusting though, unbothered, like discovery wasn't going to stop him.

"Are you going to answer her? Before she gets security to unlock the door and catch us?" Levi asked in a challenge, even as he picked up the pace and made it harder for you to answer.

But you had to before she could interrupt further, like he said.

"I'm okay!" You called back quickly as Levi was pulling out, biting down on your moan as he thrust back inside, his teeth nibbling at your collar. "Just give me...a few minutes," you hurried to say, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp as you leaned your head back, so close to the edge.

"Minutes? Are you planning on asking for more?" Levi asked. He had a point, you were seconds away from falling apart under him.

"Keep going," you gasped in response, not about to be left hanging right here. He chuckled slightly at your curt response, but obeyed, continuing to thrust up into you. You knew his pace could be much more punishing, which just further confirmed that he was being careful with you. Though this definitely provided more of a build up with a delicious pay off.

With a few more thrusts, Levi pulled another orgasm from you, a small whimper escaping your lips as you went limp around him and he had to hold you up, your breathing shallow.

"That's enough for now--you still have your evening to enjoy," Levi said before you could ask for one more, carrying you over to the sink and using the water and paper towels to clean you and himself up while you were catching your breath. Once you were fully clothed again and he'd tucked himself away, he threaded his fingers through your hair on either side, holding your gaze intently. "Besides...I'll be back tonight," he said in a low voice.

The next thing you knew you were sitting on your knees on the floor with a nasty head rush, vision coming slowly back from a full back, your hand leaning back to catch yourself on the cold floor. Disorientation and confusion seeped through your whole body, a hand on your head to try and stop the room from spinning, even as you realized that familiar after-sex feeling you had from your dreams felt far more real and tangible than ever before.

What the hell just happened?

(Present)

Yet another doctor’s appointment.

You had more symptoms to give them this time, though you were pretty sure it wasn’t from whatever was afflicting you. If anything, it was a result of the exhaustion you were dealing with. Your physical health had started to plummet as well, and you were getting sick more often. Nothing serious that required hospital stays, but you were waking up with aches and pains beyond what was caused from the sex in your dreams. You also had headaches, lethargy and no energy, and you were even starting to get nauseous, throwing up and having problems stomaching some food…

Most of it was in the mornings, but it didn’t get much better the further into the day it got.

Not only was your physical health being affected, but at this point, the uncertainty of what was happening was starting to scare you as well as the apparent increase in these sexual dreams, despite Levi’s occasional reassurances. Obviously it hadn’t scared you right away, especially since it seemed as soon as you started to actually become fearful, the dreams would mellow. Some of that distance between yourself and Levi would melt away in favor of reassurance, luring you back into a false sense of security before you were back in the hospital, back to discussing what was wrong with you, reminded of the series of visits trying to diagnose your strange condition with no luck.

Until, today, it reached an abrupt and impossible revelation with something they hadn’t even been testing for, to your knowledge.

Everything you thought you’d known, upended. All the dreams, both night and day, Levi’s visits, your struggle with how real it always seemed despite the fact they were almost always clearly dreams, everything simply...stopped, with two simple words from your most recent doctor.

“You’re pregnant.”

Next Part---->

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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@aurora-the-kunoichi

Ok I accidentally deleted it but thankfully didn’t loose the important bits!

Rated Explicit (18+ Only)

Tonight held a different energy.

Leonardo had shown up with a bag and a grin that alluded to what the night might bring.

Which is how you found yourself sat on a chair, arms expertly tied behind your back in intricate patterns.

The small hitch was that Leo had placed one of your most hated but favorite of toys right upon your sex. The toy was snug against your sensitive nub and a very amused Leo sat in front of you. “I gotta say when I got here I had a few things in mind” His thumb hovered over the button.

He moved it upwards increasing the speed.

You squeaked, toes curling as you tried to keep your focus on making a mess so soon in the evening.

And well, Leo had stated that if you came without his permission that would be all you got for the night.

Which meant no him.

You swallowed and bit the inside of your cheek.

Focus.

“I wish this had a better range, would take it with me all the time” He sat back on the couch, cool as a damn cucumber over your rapidly increasing shakey form. “When you’re at work” He decreased the speed. “When you’re with friends” He increased it once more. “Maybe when you’re with that annoying co-worker of yours who thinks he has a shot” He pressed down fully, the jolt making you tremble as your mouth opened in a soundless moan.

He smiled before setting it back down to a low hum. He scooted closer, hands coming to rest on your trembling knees. “If I were you I’d control my breathing, darling” He cupped your chin, blue eyes assessing you for any discomfort, you nodded understanding his worries but egged him on when you snuck a tongue out.

Leo shook his head with a smile, getting up in all his imposing glory. “I don’t think you’re truly aware of how I go through with my threats” You bit down on the tip of your tongue, eyes so coy. “As if you would miss on the opportunity to show me that angry side you like meditating away so much” You kissed the pad of his thumb, eyes glued to his.

Seamlessly he slid that digit into your mouth, the softness of your plump lips around his thumb.

He leaned down, pressing his lips towards your ear.

“Does somebody want to have a ruined orgasm?” You stopped immediately, mouth slipping away slowly.

Leo reveled in it, he knew how much you despised it and you had already been on the nasty end of it a few times.

“Sorry Sensei...” Your voice was hushed. Leo kissed your forehead before sitting himself back down on the couch in front of you. He toyed with the remote, each teasing flick of his thumb over the button making you tense up. The low continuous hum was making a mess out of you, wetness pooling beneath you.

A breeze hit you and your naked skin pebbled.

The leader admired you, taking stock of the perspiration on your skin, the hardening of your nipples. Your innate need to try and grind down on the toy. “You’re beautiful Y/n, I could just keep you like this on my bed everyday if it were up to me” You saw a hand run down his muscular thigh. You followed that hand, trying to muster your focus on it instead of your slow building release.

That strong hand went to the front of his pants. “How about a game?” Your shoulders slumped, there was no way you were going to win whatever diabolical game he decided to cook up.

He lifted himself enough to slide down his pants. Your eyes went straight to his thickening member. He gripped it lightly, a teasing touch that made him sigh out. “I’m going to sit here and do this, I’m going to time you and if in the next ten minutes you haven’t cum, you get a reward” Leo gripped himself for emphasis, oh you wanted that reward.

Fair enough, you could do this. The slow vibrations surely would drive you mad but you could defenatly go ten minutes.

“Oh, forgot to mention...” Leo pressed down on the buttons of the remote several times, each increasing hum jolting you. “I’m putting that in it’s highest setting” He smirked enjoying how your body was squirming, trying your best to swallow your moans.

Fuck.

Leo lazily pumped himself, fingers toying with the head of his cock as you tried to reduce the pressure by not trying to sit on the toy so much. “Oh come on, I’m sure you can make ten little minutes like that” He spread out his legs, eyes darting to your engorged sex. “L-Lee, Jesus p-please” Your voice was strained, body flushed . “Please what?” He set the control aside and made for a bottle of lube in the bag.

You watched him with all the patience he possessed squirt out a bit onto his hand to cover over his member. The sound of his fist engulfing his thick member as he worked him had you biting your lip hard. “Please what?” He repeated himself, stroking with a much firmer grip. You hunched over, feet firmly planted on the floor with an orgasm quickly approaching. Your eyes watered as you thrashed.

“Darling that isn’t good posture, sit up straight” Leo dragged his tight fist to the tip and teased, gaze so tantalizing you wanted to scream. Nevertheless you did as told. He looked over towards the timer. “Hey five minutes to go, you’re doing so good.”

You whined a pathetic noise and stomped your feet. “Please! I-I won’t-shit! Sensei please, please I’ve been so good!” Your words were muddled. Each passing second felt like an hour passing by. You breaths came in quick successions and each one felt like it would give way to your impending finale.

Your eyes rolled back as you shook, willing every nerve in your body to halt. The tensions in your legs, your fist clenched and unclenched. “Leonardo please f-for god sake I’ll do-do anything you want me to” When you dared to focus your vision on him again a small section of your pride swelled. He was quickly stroking himself, a fine sheen of perspiration had broken out of him. He was fully atune to your shaking body.

The groan melted into a low churr and just when you felt your battle was lost you felt the offending toy shut off.

You slumped forward breathing so hard you were sure you would pass out. With some energy you were able to return your gaze to Leo who smirked.

He beckoned you.

You gulped.

Your legs felt like those of a newborn deer as you stood. The small step too much as you fell against him, knees at either side of his. The tension in your tied arms rivaled those of your shaking thighs. Leo ran a hand through your sweaty locks, lips kissing yours tenderly. “Good girl, you get rewarded”

When he entered you a long breathless mewl escaped you.

Two thrust in you came with a vicious tremble of your body and a noise that maybe resembled his name.

By the time Leo was showing signs of nearing his own release your body had shocked you with at least four more climaxes. Each one so strong and dizzying, each one perfectly gripping Leo’s cock within you. That sensation would never stop being his favorite. Your sweaty disheveled self would never stop being his favorite.

“C’mon, one more” His voice was a growl, strong arms holding you upright. “For me, hm? Do it for me” He bit down on your shoulder, eyes shutting tightly when he registered yet another orgasm leave you. A pathetic whine was all you could muster as you felt Leo thrust upwards and empty himself in you. The warmth of your slick coupled with his own release making him groan.

You felt like a limp noodle against him even as he peppered loving kisses to the harsh bite on your shoulder. “Easy, untying these” He undid the knot, strong hands massaging your arms to bring them back to a comfortable position. “Everything good? Was I too rough?” He kneaded the flesh and you shook your head. “M’fine, just beat” You mumbled against his neck.

“Bed it is then, on three ok?” He hooked his arms under your bottom and lifted himself and you in one easy fluid move. You were already out by the time he made it to the bedroom, but nevertheless you felt secured and blissed out.

Sometime around dawn you stirred enough to feel him behind you, arm secured around your waist.

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marveicinematics · 3 years

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first time (loki x reader, smut)

Summary : Loki has been patiently waiting for the moment you’d want to have your first time with him, and it looks like tonight is the night.

Pairing : Loki x female reader.

Words : 1,640.

TW : Smut. Masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex.

Note : Based on an old readers’ request. I tried to make this one a lot more cute and fluffy, hopefully you’ll still find it good!

I’m open for request, just check the submit new stories button on my page. ♡

Sitting in front of you, head tilting to the side, Loki was staring at you with those puppy eyes he always had when he was worried about something. If you had to be honest, Loki wasn’t worried very often. But when it came to you, he was the most caring person on earth.

“I’m just scared because it’s going to hurt.“ You mumbled, shrugging before looking away. “Love, I told you it wouldn’t.“

He tried to make you feel better with a soft voice, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “You’re a man, that’s why it’s never hurting.“ “First of all, I am no man. I am a god.“ He corrected you, hating the idea of being considered like a pathetic human — or at least that’s how he called them before dating one of them. “And I will make sure this experience isn’t hurting you, do you hear me?“

Silent, you kept staring away from his face and his gaze. You knew he would get his way with you, eventually. Actually, you trusted him so much that you wanted to give in to him. But you needed more time, and both of you spent the rest of the night kissing and cuddling on the couch of your place. It had been months since that conversation, now, and you adored how he accepted each time you told him you weren’t ready to take your relationship to the next level. He helped you calm down when you panicked, thinking he might someday leave you because of this. He made a few dirty jokes only to see your reaction and make you feel more comfortable about it. He even told you a couple of times how desirable you were, to him. So that day, when he arrived home — your home, but he was spending most of his time there —, you placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Tonight. Let’s do this, I think I’m ready now.“ You realized how much he must have been craving to hear these words from the way his eyes darkened at only the idea of what that night could be like. You made sure everything went on with your day, only taking a few more minutes in the bathroom to prepare. Make it special, but not too special. And as usual, both of you settled down on the couch to watch TV, cuddling and sometimes kissing — you could feel how his kisses were a lit more eager than the usual. “Take your shirt off.“ You mumbled against his lips, letting him away from your grip only to watch him start to undress for you. “What about you?“ “Do you want to take my shirt off?“ You asked. Loki looked amazed. He had seen you without a shirt, before. Sometimes you came out of the shower only wearing a sport bra, or you went to the swimming pool wearing a bikini. But he had never taken off your shirt. So he did, carefully, taking time for each movement until your shirt fell to the floor, leaving you wearing a black lace bra. You felt more exposed than ever before for a couple of seconds, before realizing how speechless it seemed to have left Loki. You knew him enough to know it was hard to make your boyfriend shut up. Turning off the TV, you grabbed his hand before leading him to your bedroom. Standing next to the bed, he looked directly at you before trying to take off your dad jeans, slowly. You couldn’t help but to smile. Loki, the great god of mischief, looked almost distraught. “I can’t get them to—“ “Let me help.“ You cut him off, giggling. “It’s the damned jeans.“ Amused by how upset he was, you made sure you unbuttoned and unzipped the pants before looking at him again. Softening again, he took your pants off and laid you down on the bed. Before joining you on the bed, Loki took his own pants down, leaving both of you in your underwear. “What’s next?“ You asked softly, feeling a wave of stress rushing through you. “Are you scared?“ “Yes, a little.“ He settled next to you, as one of his hand rested on your belly. “Then let me help you relax, love.“ Slowly, he reached down over your panties — though the fabric was thin enough for you to feel everything as if his fingers were inside of them. Two of his strong digits rested between your legs, right where you needed them, and he started touching you gently, winning small sighs from you as you slowly relaxed. After a few minutes, Loki’s fingers found there way inside the underwear and in between your legs again, as he caressed your folds again. He must have felt you were starting to feel aroused, because his fingers worked harder against you, massaging your clit until you moaned for the first time, and then sliding inside of you one by one, letting you adjust. You weren’t hurting. It was only pleasure, as he predicted. “It feels so good…“ You whispered as he kept going. After a few minutes, you realized how Loki’s erected cock was resting against your hip, still covered. He must have gotten hard by pleasuring you — you found this idea extremely erotic. “Please… I want you.“ You moaned again as his fingers were still going in and out of you at a steady pace. Taking his hand out of your underwear, Loki licked them clean with a glimpse of lust in his eyes, before getting on top of you. “Are you sure about it, love?“ He asked you, visibly concerned. “You might tell me to stop anytime, all right?“ You nodded — he had told you a hundred times, at least, that he wouldn’t be mad. You felt bold for a second and took his boxers off, freeing him from the tightness of the fabric. “You’re big.“ You whispered, cheeks red from both shame and arousal. Loki let out a soft chuckle and his hands took off the matching bra and panties you still had on. It took you a minute to accept being naked in from of him, but from how astonished he seemed to be looking at your body, you knew he wouldn’t be the one to judge all the flaws you seemed to see. “Now, please.“ You mumbled, legs resting on each side of his body. Loki aligned himself before slowly entering you, inch by inch, as he was checking each of your facial expression to know when to pause. You frowned a couple of time, winced when once again you realized that he was that big. He would always stop silently, before pushing inside a little more. Finally, he was all the way in before you could realize. “It’s good, I feel alright.“ You told him, searching for his eyes in the darkness of the room. Without a word, he pulled out slowly, before pushing back in a second time, faster this time. You winced again, but Loki moaned in pleasure. The way it seemed to please him made you immediately more wet than you were before, and you eased slowly moving your hips against him. “I love it when you moan.“ You confessed to him as he was slowly going in and out, now. He smiled, one hand going up your body to cup your breast, as the other one was resting against your head. “I love being inside you, it’s heavenly— oh!“ He moaned again, and you did too, arching against his body as your hands found a place on his back. One even slid down to his ass, which seemed to turn him on even more. “Can I go a bit harder, love?“ You nodded directly, feeling how he was holding back for you. Truth was, you needed him more and more, and your body was loving each of his move. His hips picked up the pace, making you moan louder in surprise. His cock was thrusting inside you harder now, and you felt him hitting all the right spots — spots you didn’t even know existed before. “Loki, fuck! It feels good!“ You cried out, your hips meeting each of his thrusts. He smiled in contentment, his hand cupping and massaging your breasts, one after the other, enough to make your nipple hard and sensitive at his touch. “Ah, shit!“ He moaned before pulling almost all the way out. “What? Did I do something wrong?“ You lifted yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “No, god no. I’m just… going to… You know.“ You blushed again as you chuckled, before shaking your head. “I don’t want you to stop. Please, don’t stop. I still need you, it feels great.“ He seemed surprised at first, maybe for a second, but when you caught his lips to kiss him deeply, Loki slide back inside you harder, making you moan against his mouth as he started fucking you again. “Oh, don’t stop!“ You never thought your first time could have felt so pleasurable, but Loki was really one of a kind. Grabbing his ass again, you forced him to go deeper inside you, his pelvis brushing your clit at each thrust. You started feeling your inside clench around his length and the bottom of your stomach tickling, knowing exactly what it meant. You had never reached an orgasm before, but the fact that Loki was about to make you come was not really a surprised to you. Never had you doubted his abilities when it came to pleasuring someone. “I think I’m close.“ You muttered, feeling your toe curl and your back arch again. “Oh god, Loki, I’m…“ You couldn’t finish your sentence, screaming out your pleasure as you were climaxing on your boyfriend’s cock for the first time, body shaking in pleasure. “Oh fuck!“ You heard Loki swear, before feeling him reaching his own orgasm, slamming harder inside you as he filled you up. You moaned again to the feeling, letting Loki rest his head against yours. “How do you feel now, love?“ He asked you after long minutes of silence that helped you calm down and catch your breath. “Fucking great.“

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x you #loki smut #loki imagine #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson smut #loko laufeyson imagine #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston imagine #marvel #marvel smut #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers smut #avengers imagine

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laurfilijames · 3 years

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Insatiable

Pairing: Modern AU Fili x female OC Prim

Words: 1,629

Warnings: RATED E. Explicit. Swearing. M/F intercourse. Unprotected sex. Anal play.

Summary: Fili and Prim just can’t get enough of each other and indulge in a lunchtime quickie.

A/N: I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.

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“I came home for lunch..”

Her voice was soft and full of insinuation, even from the other end of the phone. He knew exactly what Prim was suggesting, and she was impossible to deny.

Fili bit his cheek as his cock instantly started to harden and sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sit at his desk trying to focus on work while she was at home wanting to be fucked.

“I’ll be right there.”

He hung up and grabbed his keys, practically sprinting to his truck.

Turning the corner in a hurry, he nearly knocked over Kili who was entering the building, carrying food for the both of them.

“Christ, Fili, where are you headed? I’ve got our lunch-“

“I’ll be back, I just have to run home for something!” he called over his shoulder as he reached his truck. “Don’t eat my food!”

The apartment was only a five minute drive away making Fili thankful he didn’t have to wait long to get to her.

Prim stood in the kitchen, trying to keep herself busy while she waited for Fili to get home. She hadn’t been able to get her mind off of him all morning, and although they had been awake nearly all night engaging in certain activities, she needed him again.

He flung the door open and closed the space between them, attaching his lips to hers, stealing her breath as he attempted to catch his own. His chest heaved from rushing over, and the excitement of having himself buried in Prim again added to his inability to take a full breath.

He wasted no time in pulling her pants down while she worked to open the buttons on his uniform. Their lips collided in harsh pecks between trying to free the other from the confines of their clothing. Prim stepped out of her pants and began working to free him from his own, but was interrupted when he pulled her arms up to remove her top.

Fili marked her skin with his teeth and lips desperately, making Prim grin with amusement at how much he wanted her too.

She pulled his already oozing cock out of his boxers and stroked the head, smiling despite Fili biting her lip in response to her touch.

He didn’t even allow time for his pants and underwear to move lower than his ass, needing to be in her immediately.

A gasp left Prim as he lifted her legs up around his waist and pushed her up against the wall, pulling her damp panties roughly to the side.

“Mmm you are horny,” he teased, his throbbing member grazing against her soaked folds.

“Please, Fili,” she begged him, feeling her arousal drip out of her and onto his cock.

Fili raised his eyebrows in amusement before plunging into her hard with a grunt. She clawed at his exposed chest and buried her face in his neck as he started to relentlessly fuck her against the wall.

Cries escaped her lips as Fili played with her clit with his thumb, circling her wetness over it to help her reach her peak.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled in encouragement.

Her orgasm wasn’t far off, feeling the warm tingle creeping up through her body, her legs beginning to feel limp as he continued to thrust deeper into her.

Prim’s entire body trembled as she came, her mouth open and leaving a smear of spit on his neck as she screamed through her high. She rested her head back against the wall and opened her eyes to see Fili’s blue ones staring her down, dark with lust.

He slipped out of her and guided her legs softly to the ground, “Turn around,” he ordered, his voice husky and rough.

Prim did as she was told and faced the wall, her body and mind hazy from her first orgasm, but ready for more. She braced her arms on the wall and felt Fili spread her cheeks apart, his fingers moving to bring her slick up from her folds to smear around her puckered hole.

He squatted slightly to gain access to her and pushed inside once again. His growls and her whimpers filled the air, mixing with the sound of his hips slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, Fili!” she cried as he brought his left hand around her body to toy with her swollen bud, the other resting on her cheek to help spread her open. His finger carefully rimmed around her tight ring before she was able to relax enough to allow it to slowly fall inside.

The sensation of his cock driving hard into her g-spot, his thumb dancing on her clit and now the addition of a finger in her other hole sent her into a frenzy. Her head was spinning from the pleasure, nearing her end for a second time.

“Fi, I’m gonna come again-“ she gasped, unable to say anything more as he increased his pace, getting close to his own release.

She would never be able to understand how he was able to simultaneously keep a pounding rhythm on her clit with his cock inside her, all while gently probing his finger slowly in and out of her ass, but she admired his skill.

“You good, baby?” he asked through gritted teeth, thrusting against her even harder now.

Prim nodded her head, “I need you to come in me,” she pleaded with a moan.

Within moments Prim reached her second climax, her walls strangling Fili’s cock and trapping his finger inside her, pushing him over the edge with her.

She wailed with pleasure as Fili proceeded to pound her, riding out his own high, and felt his spendings coat her insides in forceful spurts.

A whimper escaped her when he removed his fingers from both areas he had been attending to, missing the fullness he provided despite his cock still being buried in her.

His mouth trailed across her neck and shoulders, tickling her sweaty skin with panting breaths.

Eventually, he pulled out of her and turned her around to face him, pushing his tongue past her lips to consume her mouth once more. Prim felt as though she could puddle to the floor, completely relaxed from intense pleasure and elated with love.

“We should come home for lunch more often,” Fili said with a mischievous grin that made his dimples tease her into wanting him again.

“Mhm, I think so,” she agreed.

He reluctantly stepped away from her and tucked himself back in his pants, his cock coated and sticky and still dripping from the tip.

Fili walked over to the sink and washed his hands. Grabbing a glass, he filled it with water and chugged it, clearly parched from his efforts.

His shirt was still open and Prim admired the view from where she was left leaning against the wall, her panties stretched out to the side and covered in their combined spendings. She could feel his eyes on her as she stepped out of her soiled panties and tugged her t-shirt back over her head, now standing naked from the waist down.

“You’re going to get fucked again looking like that,” he said in a low tone, rubbing his hand over his mouth to wipe away water that didn’t make it past his lips.

She couldn’t help but laugh, purposefully bending over to give him a view as she reached for her pants.

Before she knew it he was on her, wrapping his arms around her torso from behind, one hand squeezing her breast through the cotton material as he sucked on the most sensitive area on her neck.

“Fili!” she squealed through giggles, trying to escape his grip.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” he smiled against her hair.

Prim eventually was able to spin herself around to face him, retaliating by grinding herself against the hardening bulge in his pants. Fili threw his head back and clenched his teeth, struggling to resist a second round.

“I really need to get back to work,” he sighed and cupped her face, “but we will be resuming this when I get home later,” he vowed with a renewed look of desire on his face.

“Good,” Prim replied and kissed him hard, tangling her tongue with his once more and squeezing his plump ass in her hand.

“Fuck sakes,” he breathed out after being momentarily released from her lips, “you know exactly how to tempt me, don’t you?” The kiss changed to be soft, and she parted from him despite not wanting to.

“Always, Fi,” she said against his lips.

Fili brushed his mouth on hers again, indulging and sensual.

“I’m going to take my time with you tonight,” he promised. “I want to savour every bit of you. Memorize every sound I pull out of you,” he whispered to her. Moving away just enough to look into her eyes, he continued, “I will show you just how much I love you, Prim.”

It took every fibre in his being to leave the apartment and get in his truck to drive back to work.

When Fili returned to base, Kili was seated in his office eating, a mess of food scattered across his desk.

“I tried waiting for you, but you took too long,” his brother confessed.

“It’s fine,” Fili assured him, grabbing a sandwich and pretty much inhaling it.

“Worked up an appetite?” Kili implied, his eyebrows shooting up in question.

All he could do was grunt in response, starving from his activities and still in the relaxed, post-coital bliss.

“You two are unbelievable,” Kili chided.

Fili gave him a weak grin as he leaned further back in his chair, unable to say anything, just simply nodding in agreement rather than arguing with his brother.

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Moments.

ALMOST 2K OF SMUT UNDER THE CUT I’M NOT EVEN SORRY.

Warnings: smut: unprotected, detailed, slight dominance, too long, 18+.

There were moments when time just seemed to run slower. It didn’t completely stop for us, but it stopped our surroundings. Those rare moments, almost carefully selected in our lives, were the ones we enjoyed the most.

First, he would arrive home. Drenched in sweat and with tired eyes he would announce his so much awaited entrance, alerting me from wherever I was inside our small apartment at the very center of the Village. His voice was always warm and welcoming even when he had been out for weeks, taking dangerous or tiring missions.

Then, I would come out of my hiding spot, an enormous smile on my face as I made my way to his already opened arms, melting into his tired, warm, sticky embrace. Oh, he was finally home. He would kiss the top of my head and slightly detach himself only to take in the sight of my face as I stared back at his profound charcoal eyes with the same love and passion he had when looking at me.

“I’m all sweaty, my love,” he would say, his hands moving slowly up and down my back, reaching lower with every stroke.

“The bath is ready, darling.” I would respond, my own hands moving through his vest, unzipping and slowly discarding it on the floor through some silent protests from him.

There was tension in the air. It filled the apartment, heavy and evident, and up to that point we both could not hold it back anymore. Neither of us cared about the thin, glistening film that covered his body: it’s been too long since we’ve been together. Slowly, my hands made their way to his own, holding them firmly, tugging them as I led him to our empty, cold bedroom.

He closed the door behind him, discarded his top alongside his mask and protector, getting closer with the same grace a lion stalks its prey. I sat at the very edge of the bed, slowly lifting my shirt, teasing. Once the white fabric fell on some forgotten side of the bedroom’s floor, I saw him kneeling in front of me, carefully separating my legs, allowing himself to see my new, dampened lingerie. He huffed an amused smile and I giggled a bit.

“I should be out more often,” he said, “I love how you get wet just by looking at me like that…”

His breath tickled my folds, his nose travelled up and down close enough to feel it yet not touching at all. Then, the very tip of his tongue would grace my clit only to disappear right after the gentle caress. Oh, what a tease he was. He loved teasing, but we both knew he couldn’t resist it long. Soon, his tongue entered the cave he had been craving for weeks, cleaning up all the transparent, sweet fluids that came out from it, tasting them and delightfully swallowing. His tongue moved swiftly, expertly through all the known and unknown places, sending shiver after shiver through my spine, creating small goosebumps of pleasure rise throughout my skin. I slid my fingers through his silver locks, grabbing fistfuls and tugging them gently… harshly… pulling him closer to my aching core. But he was stubborn, he always want to get his way. So his tongue slid out of my soaking cavity and spread all its width up my folds to my little button and back down again. Each caress of his tongue made my core warm, the hotness building up my skin, desperately getting out in sweat drops through pores and labored panting. My legs shook at his sides, the palms of his gloved hands feeling the slight movement, squeezing the insides of my thighs, forcing an early release from me.

He would gently kiss my clit one last time before slowly climbing on top of me, slightly dragging me to the center of the mattress. My hands would run through his disheveled silver locks as he took down his pants and underwear, discarding them somewhere in the room without breaking the intense eye contact we had. He would crawl once again, hovering my almost naked figure. He enjoyed my panting, my lack of air due to his ministrations, and he liked showing his joy with a playful, love-filled smirk. His lips quickly found my own and began moving them with parsimony, making sure to taste them enough to record them in his mind once again. My hands found his hair once more, but soon traveled through his toned back until my nails graced his butt cheeks, his lips slightly parting to release a sweet sound of surprise. I took my chance and slipped my tongue in without asking for permission first, quickly gaining control over the situation. Soon I flipped him over with one swift leg movement, straddling his form as I placed his hands on top of his head, demanding. He looked surprised, but pleased nonetheless; after all, it was a very rare occurrence.

I leaned in, my skin finally touching his skin, feeling the accumulated sweat of the man underneath. He thought at first that I would kiss him for my lips were dangerously close to his, but I moved my head to the side, biting his neck and sucking his salty skin, leaving the marks that stated he was already taken. His skin slightly smelled like another woman: the princess he had to escort back to her country.

“She was rather close to you, wasn’t she…?” I whispered close to his ear, lightly biting and tugging the earlobe. He shivered slightly and his hardened member twitched against my soaked womanhood.

“She tried to hug me a few times…” he breathed out, “but I pushed her away, my love.”

My hands left his wrists and traveled along his sides, feeling his toned muscles tense and relax with my gentle touches. I started lowering myself as well, my lips drawing a trail down his chest and abdomen, harshly sucking and biting all those sweet spots he was so weak for, leaving deliciously purple marks all over his pale skin. He shivered and tensed with every movement, his hands gently held my head through my locks as he tried to guide my face to the one place he had been waiting to get attended.

My lips found the soaked head of his large member, my tongue reached the sensitive skin and I began to circle my muscle around it slowly. He tried his best to suppress the sweet, gentle whimpers that tried to pass through his swollen lips, but he failed from time to time to do so, warming up my lower areas as his battle against himself continued. Then, I lowered my head, extending my tongue as far as possible so I could take him in. His body trembled with every swirl of my tongue, his head rolled back with every gentle caress of my teeth on his skin and soon he was all over my mouth, the warmth of his sweet seed filling my mouth. I continued to suck him for a bit, making sure that his load was completely out and swallowed it all, quickly leading his length to my dripping cavity and digging it as far as I could. Oh, I adored his surprised face too much.

I set the pace: slow and hard. I lowered myself at first, trying to feel all of him pressed firmly against me as I rocked up and down with the same parsimony he had while passionately kissing me. He had no trouble finding my butt cheeks and getting a strong grip on them, also helping me with the rhythm. I could feel our skins melting together, our sweats rolling down our bodies, our breaths and moans mingling… my head would roll backwards and he would kiss my exposed neck, also leaving marks in every sweet spot he knew.

“Kashi…” I managed to whisper through a moan, “sit.”

He did as he was told, as always. Soon, I was sitting on top of his lap as he hugged his form as tight as possible to mine without getting out of me once. I would sink him deep into me, rolling my hips as I reached his base, making both of us moan with all that pleasure we had been yearning for weeks. He grabbed my butt tightly and started bouncing me faster, letting me fall harder, until we couldn’t hold back ourselves and started screaming, lust and pleasure clouding all of our senses. My insides started feeling tight and incredibly warm, my vision was blurry and the man in front of me was all my mind could think about… oh, it felt just so, so good…

“You’re so wet, darling,” he would say in between stolen breaths, “I don’t think I can keep… mph… holding back.”

The motions were too fast, the tension was too much and both of our releases were very close. I couldn’t keep holding back either.

“I’m…” I tried to say, “Kashi, I’m—”

“I know, baby, me too.”

Screams of pleasure filled the silence, sweat dampened the sheets, his release tainted my walls and mixed with my own release and sweet nothings whispered in our ears filled our aching hearts. We both rode down our climax together, as we did everything.

“I missed you so much, babe…” he said, his forehead placed on my shoulder as I caressed the back of his head.

“I missed you, too...” I simply said, holding him closer.

We stayed in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s presence. It just felt right, having him back in my arms, safe and sound.

“I should probably get out of you, though.” He said, chuckling.

“I should tend those small wounds you have…”

Yet neither of us dared to move, our current position too comfortable to let it go.

“How about a round two in the tub?” The silver haired jounin asked suggestively, making me smile.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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