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gaywiththesauce · 9 months

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Passing Out as Night Turns into Day (CHWE CH 3)

Three days. It's been three days since Kyojuro asked him why he's been avoiding his texts. It's been three days since he ate those delicious cherries. It's been three days since he ate anything that could compare.

Giyuu sighed. He needed to leave the house today. He ate everything his apartment had to offer. His cabinets was purposefully left with the bare minimum. Usually, he would go to the grocery store every other day to pick up his cheap dinners and drinks. It's been three days since he's visited the store and now all he had left was tap water and cereal. He could not live off of watered down cereal. He figured that he should live in luxury and cook since all of the homework from Friday was graded already.

His phone buzzed from its spot on the coffee table. Shinobu had been texting him about her sister, who was the science teacher and the most popular teacher in their academy. She was telling him information that he did not want to know. She told him about how many of her male classmates were crushing on Kanae and how many of them she threatened to back off. Giyuu was regretting giving her his number back in college since she was now talking about how gross Kanae and Shinazugawa were.

Girl from 126: they are actually disgusting

Girl from 126: don’t you see themflirt at all??

Giyuu: I do my best to avoid Shinazugawa. He’s known for throwing people he doesn’t like out of windows.

Girl from 126: and he doesn’t like you?

Girl from 126: tbh that doesn’t surprise me at all

Girl from 126: u are kinda boring :/

Giyuu ignored that comment. It was nearly 3PM when he mustered the willpower to step out of the door. He hadn't brushed his hair out, so the knotted ponytail was on full display. He was wearing one of Urokodaki's old shirts and sweatpants, ready to go to the store and come straight home. His necklace was around his neck as well, a jade ring with silver accents of two Koi fish. He hadn't worn it in awhile. He figured no one would bother him about it. He opened the gate and closed it behind him. His eyes were on his phone, looking at the next thing Shinobu was complaining about when he heard his name being called, "Tomioka-sen-!"

His life flashed before his eyes. The wind was knocked out of him as he was tackled to the ground. His head hit the pavement, blurring his vision and causing his ears to pop and ring. He laid on the ground like a corpse. This is how he died. Pathetically, ambushed by his attackers. His attacker's face come into view. Well, at least he would be killed by someone pretty or maybe this was an angel escorting to the afterlife.

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Hello! I found a consistent schedule sort of? This will be updated every other week. If I don't get the post out by Wednesday morning, then it won't be available until that weekend. I can inform you that the plot thickens from here on out and it'll be thick like Kyojuro's pecs. This story's rating will be updated to Mature next week for sexual content, so just a little heads up about that.

This chapter is the longest so far, so it gets an appropriately long title! I hope you enjoy!

Here is the link to the rest of the chapter :)

Links to other chapters: One - Two - Four

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beyondthescully-a · 8 months

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⚠️ shushes people in the library?

MUSE SHAMING !

"The library is a sacred place for reading and expanding one's mind" and some other things.

#CONFIRMED

#cant a girl shush and still get saucy in the non fiction section?#asking for a friend #the ballad of me & my brain | answered asks & memes

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gazelessmenagerie · 2 years

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May or may not have bribed him to play.wip

#Tag: Etchings in the Walls { Art }#( i miss them. shush. mirin is just a wonderful hecking bean and i'd die for them ;; )#( more wips. anslfjg may try to do something saucy later for today but who knows. )#( rn i want wholesome............. before shit got fucked up. afnlsg )

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐘 - 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 ‘𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓’ 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

↳ summary: prompt: “Shall we put that mouth to better use?” — A particularly crass comment over the radio almost exposes your secret situationship with Ghost.

↳ pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader (Delta)

↳ [1k] content: 18+ MDNI. Violence, murder, injury detail, slight jealous Simon, secret relationship, panties as a gag, size kink, p in v sex, punishment, soft!dom-sub dynamic, tied wrists.

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“Taking out the trash, Ghost?”

You shouldn’t have said it– It just slipped out. A reference to a ridiculous joke that Soap had made over the coms once. You can hear the Scotsman giggling over the radio, evidently finding your remark hilarious.

“You’re pushing it now, Delta,” Ghost’s gruff accent crackles across the coms, the thud of a body slumping to the floor punctuating his warning. It’s terrible, really. You watch him work through a wall of mercenaries, jabbing his serrated huntsman’s knife into the soft walls of their jugular veins and shooting them through the temple with a silenced gun while you observe from the relative safety of the CCTV centre. “It’s like I’ve got deja vu.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant,” you mumble, trying to move past your obvious overstep.

“You’ve been spendin’ too much time with Soap,” Ghost cuts through your quiet apology like the throats of the men that crumple to his feet. “Gonna start assignin’ you missions with Alejandro instead.”

The spluttering disbelief of the Scotsman on the line just makes you smile, shaking your head at the jealousy Simon was attempting to disguise with authority. You watch him peek over the crate he’s hidden behind, scanning for hostiles.

“To the left, Lieutenant,” you advise him to advance. He crouches his gigantic body as low to the ground as he can, flipping the knife handle in his hand for a better grip. The blood of his victims paints his hands dark on the grainy black and white footage of the CCTV cameras. Soap ceases his wordless, bumbling protests while you both hold your breaths, waiting for Ghost to take the mercenary out.

It’s a simple dispatch. Simon plunges the crimson-laden blade into the neck of the unsuspecting target and lowers the body to the floor as he scrambles at his neck desperately. You hear the choking death rattles over the radio before he falls silent.

“She’s learnin’ from the best, L.t.,” Soap continues, finally piecing his incoherent sounds into a sentence. You hear the muted scoff on the other end of the mic and can’t help the giggle that falls past your lips.

“There’s a lot more where that came from,” you smile, watching Ghost clear the courtyard. The members of Task Force 141 watch from the shadows, readying for his approval to advance and open fire on the inhabitants of the abandoned construction site that the local drug lords appropriated as a central hub.

“How ‘bout we put that mouth to better use?” Simon answers with little thought, the coquettish comment catching the attention of the others on the line.

Gaz whistles, and you hear Alejandro chuckle.

“L.t!” Soap speaks up, and you can tell that he’s grinning from the smug tone of his voice, “A little saucy, don’t ya think?”

“Careful, Sergeant.”

No one dares speak up again, the silence over the coms only broken when Ghost gives the order. Conversation is replaced with the roar of bullet spray and bodies thumping to the floor.

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Arousal coats your tongue as Simon’s gloved fingers shove the cotton fabric of your panties into your mouth. You whimper softly, tears welling in your eyes at the burning stretch. Ghost had thrust into you all at once, the blunt head of his cock searing up against your cervix and blooming white hot in the pit of your stomach.

“Shush,” Simon scolds you, but his gruff voice holds no malice. It’s punishment, you think, retribution for putting him in a position where your little trysts could have been found out. Of course, there’s no real blame aimed at you, but Ghost likes having a reason to penalise you, so to speak.

You choke back a sob, feeling the rippling muscles of his abdomen rear up beneath your fingertips and thrust deep inside you. He’s bruising your guts like this, settling you on top of his hips as he lies back. Wrists bound behind your back with a crystal-white zip tie, your skin blooms with a bruise as you kneel helplessly over his cock, forced to take whatever he gives.

“Got nothin’ to say, love?” The midnight black of Ghost’s mask conceals the smirk you know is tugging on his plush lips, and you can just barely make out the gleam in his eyes through the murkiness of the tears welling at your waterline. The sweet taste of your own slick soaked into the cotton of your panties gags you, and you can only manage a desperate shake of your head before Simon brutally thrusts up into you.

The ache is brutal, each savage stroke rattling your lungs and jolting your body upwards. Your nails dig into the soft skin stretched across Simon’s rock-hard abdomen, and you hear him groan beneath the balaclava fabric. His huge palms swallow your hips, digits burying into the flesh there.

“Be good for me, love,” he growls, “Nice and quiet now.”

It’s pointless, you just barely think. The cot beneath you is so rickety that you’re sure that the team will hear the squeaking of the metal frame even past the stone walls of the safehouse you all shared for the night.

A fierce snap of Ghost’s hips winds you, a squeak working past the bunched-up fabric of your panties stuffed in your mouth. Your head lolls back, eyes rolling as his cockhead punches up against something mind-numbing. It sparks white-hot plasma across your skin, tendrils spidering down your spine.

“C’mon,” he urges, the rumble in his voice almost breathy with exertion, “Stay quiet, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You can’t. As the orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach with how Simon’s cock batters something blissful inside you, needy, muffled wails of bliss worm their way up your throat despite your best efforts to swallow them down. You needn’t bother because Ghost is too far gone to care who hears, chasing his high with a strained choke of your name.

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f10werfae · 2 years

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All Worn Out

pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader

summary: Movie night turns saucy ( not a joke, sauciest thing i've ever written | think)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Warnings: Spit, Degradation, mentions of lactation, breeding kink, dirty talk, squirting, fingering

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

My husband and I had this weekly routine, every Friday no matter what was going on, we would have a movie night with a bunch of takeout. My choice this time was a good old Chinese takeaway, with Henry this time choosing the movie.

After eating our food, we found ourselves situated on the sofa snuggled up together, the intro of the movie playing on the screen.

“What movie did you pick?”

“You’ll find out soon pup” He whispered pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his arm rubbing up and down my arm softly.

“Hold on is this fifty shades?” I said recognising it, Henry shushing me promptly, his eyes focused on the screen. As the movie went on, the environment around us got tenser, the only source of light coming from the T.V screen which was playing erotic scenes constantly.

None of us moved an inch the entire movie, shortly after the movie had ended we just resumed our normal bedtime routine. Almost as if we just hadn’t watched one of the most sexual movies of all time. Which was unusual, because Henry was always up and ready to initiate sex.

Finishing my skin care routine, I was wearing my usual large sleep shirt, well it was actually Henry’s but we don’t mention that.

Walking back into the bedroom, Henry had already fallen asleep, his body facing my side of the bed. Slipping into the soft fluffy covers beside him, his arm pulled me closer to him subconsciously, his lips giving me a soft often mouthed kiss onto the back of my neck.

“You asleep hun?” I asked quietly, grazing my fingers over the hair covering his arms. His fingers dancing over my stomach.

Hearing him grunt in reply, I turned around in his arms to meet his half lidded eyes.

He smiled softly, and I instantly knew what he wanted.

“H-hen”

“shush love, let me take care of you yeah?”

(Third Person P.O.V)

Y/n let herself submit to Henry's touch, his fingers wandering below her dress shirt, only to discover his lover had decided against wearing anything else.

Smirking against her neck, he got up a bit leaning on his below, letting him overlook her.

“Please Hen, i’ve been waitin'”

“Oh have you sweet girl? Don’t worry, i’ll help you” He smirked darkly, his fingers starting to draw circles on her precious button, whimpers and gasps leaving Y/n's rosy lips.

“Yeah you like that hun?” He asked already knowing her answer, watching her nod helplessly as he spread her folds with his fingers.

His hand diving deeper as he inserted two of his fingers into her honey centre.

“Aw babe you’re absolutely soaked” He cooed almost embarrassing Y/n, “Hen I wan' more” She gasped out, grabbing onto his wrist herself and trying to thrust it into herself. Sexual need now taking over her body.

“Be patient love” Henry then urged her to lift up her shirt, bunching it up above just enough to reveal her breasts. Henry wasting no time at getting his mouth on them, spitting on them, licking them and sucking on them. Tugging on Y/n's nipple with his teeth before letting it go, only to let his lips wander over it all over again.

Henry watched in awe as he thrusted his fingers rapidly in and out of her, watching as her breasts bounced crazily with the way her body was reacting.

“Henry, Henry i’m gonna-“

“Oops sorry luv” Henry chuckled, pulling his fingers out, watching the wetness that had collected

“Look babe, you got my ring all wet, you dirty girl”

He growled out watching his gold wedding ring shine against the soft lamp that let out a soft yellow glow over their corner of the room.

Y/n whined at the loss in contact, a shade of red glossing over her cheeks as she listened to how Henry taunted her.

“Open your mouth”

Henry's hands went to her jaw holding it open as he hovered above her, licking his fingers clean before letting a glob of spit drip from his tongue onto her outstretched one. Lust clouded of their eyes, their tongues meeting in an open mouthed kiss, saliva covering both of their lips and chins.

As Y/n tastes herself she couldn’t help but feel so rushed out by the adrenaline, every time her and Henry had sex she felt this way. It was absolutely amazing.

Letting their tongues wrestle it out, Henry felt Y/n's fingers already palming his hardened cock in his boxers. Smiling into the kiss Y/n was elated at the fact that she had never failed to get Henry excited, only showcasing even more how they were made for each other, both physically and emotionally.

Without another word being spoken, he rid himself of his boxers, looking into Y/n's eyes as she nodded giving him permission to slowly push himself inside her. Both of them sighing out in relief at the fact they were finally full of each other.

Sitting up, he held onto both of her legs by his shoulders, slowly picking up the pace; Y/n's beautiful mouth falling into a perfect “O” Moans leaving her mouth as she tried to hold onto Henry's hands.

Leaning forward with her legs now bent over his shoulders, his cock drove into her wet pussy, his hips smacking continuously against hers. Creating a lewd wet sound due to Y/n's wetness now leaking down her thighs.

“F-fuck Hen, I l-love you so much” She cried out, her hands cupping Henry’s face, their foreheads against each other’s.

Dipping his tongue into her mouth once more, Y/n found herself sucking onto Henry’s tongue almost as if it was his cock, finding other ways to taste him even more.

“You are so fucking dirty, my own wife slut” Henry groaned out once Y/n had stopped her work on his tongue, Y/n and Henry’s face wet with spit and sweat.

Henry instantly pulled out, both of them whimpering at the loss of contact. Henry pulled her up and forced her onto all fours.

“You doin alright baby?” He whispered checking in on her over her shoulder, his hands grabbing onto her brings which were now dangling down.

Smiling at her husbands still caring nature, she smiled and said yes, turning her head halfway bringing him in for another filthy wet kiss.

“God I really do love you” He moaned out not wasting any time putting himself back inside her, her back arching and near making her fall due to the immense amount of pleasure.

Holding her up against him by palming her breasts, Henry found himself nearing his first orgasm, while Y/n was near tipped over the edge.

Doubling back over the bed, Y/n screamed out in pleasure as she squirted over the bed, wetting both Henry and the soft cotton sheets.

“S-sorry Hen, I didn’t mean to sq- OH”

In the midst of her apology, Henry had started pummelling back into her, Y/n felt a shock go through her body with the overstimulation.

Letting her back down to support herself, Henry held onto her hips from behind, slipping one of his hands onto her clit from behind.

“Fuck baby, tell me what you want me to do to you”

“Fucking cum inside me baby, get me all round and big with your baby yeah?

“Want my baby batter all up in you?”

Despite the odd choice of words, it only left Y/n feeling even more horny if that was even possible. Making her nod rapidly in response.

Henry tugged on her hair making her turn round to look at him, spitting onto her face just missing it by a little bit.

He smirked as his wife’s tongue went out, collecting any that had missed her mouth, sticking her tongue out at him before swallowing it all.

“Baby, i’m going to cum” He groaned out going even harder, his thrusts although getting sloppier.

“Cum inside me baby, i’ve been waiting to be a mommy”

“My wife? A mommy, givin me her beautiful big tits to nurse on?”

“Mhm all for you Hen, make me your mommy slut”

She screamed out as they both came together, Henry collapsing on top of her, but holding his waist up by his arms. Throwing himself to the side, Henry felt his loving wife snuggling up to his side, Y/n's head finding her usual spot on his chest, her arm stretched over his torso.

“Did you mean it? Wanting to have kids with me” Henry whispered out, his hand resting on her head, gently brushing the hair out of her face.

“Of course I did hun, I’m deeply in love with you. I have no worries that you’ll be a great daddy to our kids” She croaked out, her voice now hoarse.

Henry noticing the difference sat up and reached over for his bottle of water. Picking up Y/n to lean against him, he tilted her head up and helped her to drink some water. Also grabbing a tissue in the mean time, cleaning away remnants of their lovemaking from her face and then her body.

“Wanna take a shower love?”

“No jus wanna cuddle with you Hen, too tired”

“Alright then, I love you so much”

“I love love love you too Hen” She giggled out, hearing Henry swat her ass as he laughed out too.

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months

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Flirting w/ Caine

realized i can do the silly little mini prompt series things that i do for crp with TADC too so uhuh !! wooo!! also also im genuinely unsure if ive done this before with the cast/some of the characters, i know i have the masterlist now but my eyes and mind are feeling a little buggy + its over 300 links i have to comb through and i dont wanna deal with that right now soooo perhaps bonus hcs? maybe? idk!! also i wanna apologize for being slow on requests/not answering many lately </3 the inbox has been a little empty + ive been busy with art TToTT theres still a few more ideas i wanna get down so most of my focus is still going to go to my art/main

i dont think he gets flustered all that easily

well, okay thats not entirely true; he just takes it better than others and uses it as a fuel to keep going trying to get you to falter

constantly banter and flirting between the two of you, it almost makes the other circus members sick!/lh

seriously every other sentence caine says to you has some sort of compliment or pick up line, its a little impressive that he can squeeze so much into a conversation with you

looooooves pick up lines that are corny or are more jokey, makes him laugh and hes going to be firing them back

genuinely one of his favorite genres of jokes and flirting

probably adds some flair into some of his flattery attempts, I.E. using the digital world and its effects/physics to his advantage, as well as being the ringmaster he has more... of a grip(?) on it

adds sparkles and hearts while talking to you, almost as if hes emoting in real time at you

oh he definitely pulls his collar and lets steam out after you hit him with a particularly good line

only time he really gets flustered and tries to shush you to save his embarrassment is if you decide to be more bold and get more saucy with your lines

probably shushes you by tugging you away or putting his hands over your mouth

or probably loudly laughs to mask your words, especially if theres other people around

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #caine imagine

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my-soupy-brain · 7 months

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Y/N and Ted have a code name for a dirty word. While at a social event with lots of people, Y/N casually slips the word into conversation, causing Ted to choke on his drink and get very red in the face.

OK, this is too fun to pass up even if I'm dipping my toe back into the prompt writing game. Basing this off Jason's Hall Pass interview about "subtract your clothes..." Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Teasing, light smut

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The gala was a smashing success for Rebecca and the team this year. No Rupert in sight for once -- it's nice he's been basically banished from the face of the earth -- and it was so fun getting to dress up with your boyfriend, Ted Lasso.

Ted looked so good in a suit it almost hurt.

His long, muscular legs in dark dress pants. His brought shoulders in a jacket. That tie was teasing you all night to grab it.

You returned to your table with a whiskey for him and a vodka tonic for you.

As Roy and Keeley chatted, your hand was on his thigh under the table, running up higher and higher. Ted's body naturally leaned a little closer, and then he moved his chair a little closer, so your hand could reach further...

"Sometimes you gotta just do the math," you said, smirking with a wink at Ted, but speaking to Roy as an analogy.

Ted chokes a bit on his whiskey, looking at you with big doe eyes.

"Yeah, yer right about that. I'm gettin' anotha drink. Anyone want one?" Keeley pops up to join him.

"Sugar?" Ted murmurs, your hand still high on his thigh.

"Hm?"

"What...uh, made ya use that term?" Ted asks, his voice low and gruff, turning you on.

"Do the math?"

Ted nods. "You know damn well what I'm talkin' about."

Ooof, you loved this saucy side.

"That's our code word for sexy time," he adds. "Or, rather, when we want to fuck."

Your whole body tingles and chills as that word slides out of his mouth, in that low Kansas drawl.

Keeley and Roy are chattering when they return to the table and you nod in acknowledgment, whispering to Ted.

"Wanted to see what you'd do."

Ted clears his throat, and grabs your hand, placing right over his cock, which is hardening quickly under the table. He knows you can't stand feeling it when you can't do anything about it.

So two can play this game.

When Leslie stops by your table, you reach out to pat his arm.

"Hi there, Leslie!" you greet. "Hey, question: Can we do the math later on some of the marketing budget for next season?"

Leslie, none the wiser to your and Ted's game, smiles jovially. "Absolutely. Happy to help!" He walks away to join his wife at their table.

"Just gonna do the math with anyone, huh?" Ted whispers to your ear. You grin and wink, taking a sip of your cocktail and dropping one strap of your dress down, making his nostrils flare at how bad he wants to lick your skin.

As you push away from the table, you stand quickly and fix your strap.

"Excuse me! Powder room, ladies room, you know the drill," you joke with a laugh, leaving the table.

Ted's jaw clenches watching your hips sway away in that dress that clings to all the right places. Roy and Keeley are now talking to Jamie with their backs turned to Ted, giving him the opportunity to scurry away.

"Ted!" Beard chimes, holding Jane's hand. "How are ya? Haven't seen you tonight."

Ted is distracted, watching your body in the low light through the corridor where you take a left.

Ted nods, "Uh, yeah. Yeah, Beardo, sorry about that. Jane, nice to see ya. If you excuse me..."

He bee-lines for your whereabouts, keeping an eye on anyone else who may be nearby.

He's willed his hard cock to stay down but if he has it his way, it won't be for long. He sneaks into the ladie's restroom and hears only your humming and sees no other feet in the stalls.

"Ted!" you exclaim, and he holds up a "shush," before turning around and locking the door.

In two wide steps he picks you up and puts you on the counter, his hands climbing up under your dress to your thighs.

"Someone is excited..."

Ted grunts as he kisses your neck, slipping his jacket off without removing his lips.

"That phrase is like Pavlov's damn dogs, I can't stand it," he gruffs. "Need you. Now."

His need is evident in the way he pleads for you, and you slip the straps of your dress off and let your breasts out to him.

"We don't have long, baby..." you whisper against his lips, which then leave yours to reach your collarbone, your breast, and now wrapped around a nipple. Ted nods. "Mmm-hmm" as his hands work under your dress for your panties but...

Oh-hoooo! No panties to be found.

His deft fingers make quick work between the wetness that's gathered from teasing him all night. And his other hand works open his belt in one fell swoop, your fingers nimbly unbuttoning and lowering the fly.

Using a grunt and needy stare, Ted tugs you to the edge of the counter and lines up into you, sinking into your heat and pushing his hips in and out.

"I don't think I've ever seen you this hard," you murmur, breathless, against his ear. You're keeping your voices low since the hallway's just outside.

His right hand cups your ass, the other against your face as he kisses you.

"Only you can do that to me, sugar," he practically moans out, looking down to see himself sliding in and out of you.

"Fuck," you cry against his neck, your body trembling as your climax nears. You try to keep your voice down.

"Yeah, yeah...that's right, baby... come for me. Come for me, show me how good that feels," he's murmuring against your ear with a hot breath and deep drawl. That does you in, taking you over the edge.

"Oh, oh...oh, God...I'm..."

Ted nods and smiles, his cock still working a measured rhythm with your body. "Yeah, there she is. That feel good darlin'? You're so good..."

Your fingernails are grasping his hair, his back, anything you can reach for purchase as he looks up to see your head tilted over, your lips parted, eyes glassy and it's the sexiest thing ever that he's doing this right now.

You can feel his body stiffen and hips stutter and you know he's close, so you return to his lips, kissing him, running your tongue along them and that takes him to his edge.

A thrust, and another, and he's spilling into you, his mouth and mustache tucked against your neck while he moans as quietly as he can. And that's hard, because Ted is a moaner.

But he doesn't depart just yet, as you soothe him and tell him how good he feels, how good he always makes you feel, which makes him feel so happy and loved after doing something so uncharacteristic for him.

"Should we go back to the gala?" he asks gently, using a damp, warm paper towel to clean you up -- like he always does at home.

You nod.

"If I can walk, sure."

He bursts into giggles at that, and you do, too.

One of your favorite things about Ted is how much fun you have. Always.

"I could give you a piggyback ride?" he offers, still smirking. His dimple deep on his cheek.

"I'll just stain your suit jacket."

And another round of giggles ensues.

Knock-knock-knock! "Is this in use? I think the door locked!"

Ted's eyes go wide, and so do yours. But you both start to giggle.

"Just a second!" you call out, Ted hiding on a toilet in an empty stall.

You unlock the door just in time to see Mrs. Higgins.

"Oh, hello dear! That must've locked on your way in!"

"It sure did! I'm sorry about that," you smile, your eyes darting to the stall where Ted is hovered with his feet off the ground.

Once she goes to her own stall, Ted sneaks down and out of the restroom with you, hand in hand. Giggling all the way back to the ballroom.

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Hope that was a fun one! Jason's whole "subtract your clothes, divide your legs" had me thinking what phrase could be innocuous enough to make Ted sweat. And there we go! Thank you so much for this prompt, friend!

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126dvtn · 2 years

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— the smile that changed it all.

summary : “mr. ragnvindr requests that you play the role of his lover until his father, and i quote, gets off his ass about it.” “...what?!”

cw : managing director!diluc ; light swearing

genre : romcom!! ; angst to fluff ; modern!au ; fake dating to lovers

being diluc ragnvindr’s partner is an intoxicating experience. you see him in the mornings, his embellished suit done just so. on weekdays, you send him off to work- or rather, he sends himself to work and you walk around the area until he’s done. on weekends, you go to lunches and dinners with his (very rich) family.

the little things he does for you are what sticks the most. he never fails to give you a hug before entering his company building- the dawn winery. he smells like expensive cologne and fabric softener, you note every time. when you walk with him in public, he’s always holding some part of you- whether it’s your hand, or your arm, or the small of your back- he makes sure to keep you close.

and this managing director is all the more romantic when he brings you to dinners with his family. before the meal, he buys you new clothes and shoes. during the meal, he serves you first, feeds you, wipes your lips after a particularly saucy meal, blah blah blah. sounds perfect, right?

wrong.

if you thought that all this is too good to be true, you’re right. at the end of the day, (or shall i say, your shift?) when this “romantic, lovey-dovey” man sends you home, he passes you a thick envelope without even sparing a glance. “your pay for this week,” he says bluntly. you leave the car, and before you could turn around to wave goodbye, he’s already three miles down the road.

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being diluc ragnvindr’s rental partner is a depressing experience. it all started when you, a regular office worker at the dawn winery, got called out of your office by the building headmaid. “what’s up, adelinde?” you’d asked, noticing her restless behaviour. adelinde, the sweet soul, looks around suspiciously.

“mr. ragnvindr requests that you play the role of his lover until his father, and i quote, gets off his ass about it.”

“...what?!”

she quickly shushed you before continuing with a hush in her voice, “i don’t know either! he suddenly called me into his office to tell me that! i’m so sorry, [name].” you were too stricken to say another word. “he said that he’ll pay you thousands a week, if that’s any consolation,” her voice was jam-packed with pity.

the air was tense. still. neither of you said a word, until you finally let out a long sigh. “i have to talk to him about this,” you muttered to yourself. your heart was heavy, held down by dread, dread, dread. no ordinary office worker would even think of having an audience with the managing director uninvited- but here you were. “good luck, [name].” adelinde rubbed your shoulder out of compassion.

“by the way, you’re probably gonna... not work here anymore. no dating in the office, remember?” great. you thought. thanks. what a nice way to say i’m getting fired.

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a gentle tap on your shoulder jerks you from your daydream. “[name]? i’m done with work.” the indifferent face of a certain redhead comes into your view. “i have something to discuss tonight. we’ll have dinner at our usual place,” your “partner” gestures you to follow him. you stuff the memory of the start of this deal down your mind in an attempt to clear it.

when the both of you enter his car, it is quiet. this is the reality of it all. in public, he’s oh-so affectionate, offering you this and that. away from people’s eyes, however, he’s silent. dull. awkward. you wonder how he’s this good at acting.

you turn to look at him. his eyes are glued to the road, turning the steering wheel ever so stiffly. his cheeks are tinted red, but it’s probably from the stresses of work today. okay, you think, at least he’s kinda hot. and the pay is much higher than my previous salary. you steady your heart with reasons to continue his deal.

the car stops. you’ve reached. “diluc, this is not our usual place,” is the first thing you tell him. this restaurant looks expensive. formally dressed waiters await you outside its door, and the place looks like it might as well be made out of diamonds. “maybe not,” he answers, and reaches for your hand. “we have a reservation,” he informs one of the many waiters. the waiter nods, and leads you up...

...to a sparsely tabled rooftop. and by sparsely tabled, i mean the rooftop only has one table and two chairs. “did you... rent this place?” you could only ask. “father suggested it,” he pulls out a chair for you, “have a seat. i’ve already ordered the entire menu that should be coming in a minute.” hah. must be easy to be rich.

then you remember the reason you’re here. you prompt diluc to start the discussion. surely it must be important, considering he’s booked an entire rooftop for this? he opens his mouth and...

“father wants you to move in with me.”

ah... the iced water doesn’t taste like iced water anymore.

you slowly turn your head to look at him. he looks back at you. silence. not helping!! your face seems to be putting up a fight with your emotions. “go on...” you tell him, praying your expression doesn’t betray you.

“he says it’s good to live together before we plan for- um... marriage.” maybe you shouldn’t be thinking this now, but the sight of diluc, your ex-boss, look so hesitant and embarassed is... a cute one. “i’ll be deducting some of your pay to deal with the bills, but-” he looks straight into your eyes. “how do you feel about this?”

you suck in a breath. typical diluc, putting you on the spotlight like this. why can’t rich people be normal for once?! you want to scream out to the world below you. to think that this crazy man would pick you out of your home and drop you into his just because his father said so. even worse, all this is for a make-belief relationship with make-belief plans of make-belief marriage.

but the offer is enticing, you can’t lie. living in a huge mansion without worrying about bills? having maids literally serve you from morning to night? ohhh, and the jacuzzi! with a handsome man who’s acting like your lover, nonetheless! you weigh your options. the benefits do outweigh the costs. if you’re “dating” the richest man on earth, why not get the best out of it?

diluc awaits your answer.

right. practicalities first. “how much of my pay will you be deducting?” you ask, suddenly feeling like an office worker again. the only difference is that you’re asking this at a romantic dinner. “a few hundreds at most. i’ll make sure it doesn’t affect our deal.” sure. alright. you’re too blinded by the array of food that has just arrived at your table and the thought of the oh-so relaxing jacuzzi that you agree to diluc’s (father’s) offer.

“alright, i’ll do it.” “okay.” “let’s eat!” “you’ll move in tonight.” “.....”

“let’s eat.”

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living with diluc ragnvindr is... an experience, alright. you wake up every morning, and he’s always already suited up and ready for work. sometimes you challenge yourself to wake up earlier than him, but it’s almost like he lives in that extravagant suit of his, constantly reading newspapers like there’s nothing else to do.

until you get up at 2am, head downstairs in the dark, find nobody in a suit or reading a newspaper, and silently cheer in victory. and when you turn to head back up, he’s behind you with his arms crossed and a questioning look on his face. no suit this time though. you take it as a win.

the week before, after that agonizing yet tummy-filling dinner, you’d convinced diluc to give you time to pack your belongings. for some reason, he was persistent in having you move in that very night. “how about my clothes?” “you can just buy new clothes.” he’d said. tempting, but clothes have memories. “i wanna bring some pictures of me and my friends.” “just take new pictures. i’ll pay for the services.” is this guy out of his mind?!

but it worked out in the end, with diluc calling his father to confirm if a week is alright and mr crepus laughing aloud at his son’s insistence. “of course a week is okay!” you’d heard over the phone speaker. “you’re too excited, my son! give your partner some time to process.” you contemplate actually having him as your father-in-law.

so here you are, and here diluc is, lying on a bed with enough space for three other people to join in between you. “why must we share a room again?” you ask, wishing he’d consider the five other bedrooms he has in his mansion. “...the servants don’t know that we’re not together.” he replies. liar, you mutter to yourself, just one look and anyone would know we’re not even friends.

but you don’t complain. no, you can’t complain, because ever since you moved in, diluc has been an angel to you. not only in terms of money, but in the way he treats you.

in bed, he sticks to the wall, trying to give you as much space as possible. he tries to make you comfortable with the furniture he buys, and he remembers your preferences. hell, there are times he comes home from work bringing pudding from the convenience store because he knows it’s your comfort food.

and honestly? you start to think that he’s not getting his money’s worth. he’s paying someone to live in his home and use his resources, yet all he gets in return is... a father who stopped talking about him being single. no, you’re not gonna let this happen.

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today, you’ll give him a real couple experience he’s never had before. you’re going to cook for him. after he goes to work, you head to the grocery store and buy the ingredients. you tell the housechef connor that you’ll be the cook for today, and he surprisingly agrees. and you start cooking.

at 6 in the evening, you plate the foods. appetizers, main course, desserts, drinks, you made everything (with the help of moco and hillie, two housemaids who you’ve come to be friends with). you hear the digital lock’s little tune. diluc’s home.

“welcome home!” you call out, rushing from the kitchen. diluc gives you a shocked look. keep calm, you’re giving him the ultimate couple experience today. you reach out to take off his coat, to which he pulls back and does himself. “did something happen, [name]?” he questions you suspiciously. “i have a surprise for you,” you ignore his question.

when you bring him to the dining room, his already shocked expression intensifies. “ta-daa! i, your lovely [name], cooked you dinner today!” and his lips tremble at your announcement. like he wants to smile but can’t seem to do so. “thank you... my love. shall we dig in?” now it’s your turn to be shocked. m-my love?! -10 points to you. diluc just never stops one-upping you when it comes to romantic gestures.

he pulls a chair for you and waits for you to take a seat before sitting down himself. you bring the appetizer nearer to him. he takes the first bite. you wait. excited. nervous. expectant.

you watch as his expression turns soft. you watch as his eyebrows turn up ever-so-slightly, and you watch as his lips form a small, awkward smile. a smile that you’ve never seen him make- even with his father. a smile that makes your heart stop beating for what feels like an entire minute. a smile that sparks something in you- and somehow, living with diluc ragnvindr just became difficult.

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living with diluc ragnvindr has never been the same ever since you saw him smile. when you go to sleep with him, your heart starts beating so fast you swear you could feel the bed vibrate underneath you. when his shoulder brushes against yours at the dinner table, you scream internally at how electric that feels.

you’re getting paid for this! you remind yourself. you’re getting paid for this. that’s right. you’re getting paid... to fall in love with someone who’s using you to avoid unnecessary conversations.

but when you look at him, and he looks at you, you can’t help but feel the butterflies. what with all his lavish gifts and over-the-top gestures. it’s unfair! your heart protests, this is unfair! but that’s just how life is. you almost think that you’re living in a fanfiction.

your boss hires you as his rental partner, moves you in on the basis of “future marriage”, and now, you’re falling in love with him.

and it’s sad. you get sad on lonely days, wondering when diluc plans to cut off the deal. you get lonely on sad days, thinking of the future in which you start living alone again. maybe you should just work as a rental partner. that’s all this is, isn’t it? but your heart tells you it’s not the same. it has to be diluc ragnvindr, this crazy, rich, emotionally constipated managing director whose smile is just inebriating.

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tonight, you’re at another fancy restaurant. again, on the rooftop. the clouds hide the moonlight. you feel cold. diluc really loves rooftop dates, huh. though you wouldn’t call this a date- not with this heavy atmosphere.

“so what do you need to discuss this time, luc?” you ask him. somehow, you’re afraid. diluc’s never-changing expression isn’t helping, either.

“my father...” it’s always about your father. well, crepus ragnvindr is the reason you even got into this mess, after all. “actually, [name], tell me more about yourself. i want to know.” oh? his words take you by surprise. your heart starts to flutter. “what do you want to know?”

he lists down a bunch of questions for you to answer. he wants you to tell him your favourite food; favourite colour; favourite flowers; what kind of wedding you want. the words that were forming in your mind melted into nothing. this man is really, really crazy, you think. “why would you ask me that?” your demand is met with a hesitant glance. the atmosphere turns heavy again.

“i...” he trails off into silence. god, the air is so thick right now. from the look in his eyes, you know he’s about to say something bad. “i may have told my father that we’re planning to get married.” you explode.

“diluc ragnvindr!” his lips merge into one thin line.

“i’ll have to remind you that we are together for business!” you ignore the eavesdropping waiters.

“you are paying me to be here.” you point to yourself- stiff, aggressive.

and this last sentence shoots an arrow through your aching heart.

“i am not your real lover.” the tears start to fall.

and so does rain.

you run, past the waiters, down the stairs, out of this hellhole of a restaurant. rich people, you sob to yourself, rich people can say anything they fucking want and think money can solve it all! you crouch on the side of the pavement, soaking up all the rainwater that befalls you.

your heart is at disarray. so are your clothes and your hair. you don’t even know why you’re this mad. maybe it’s the fact that you love him. you love him, and he’s using you. you love him, and he doesn’t love you back. shit. your sobs are drowned by the rain. marriage? with a man who doesn’t even love me?! the tears don’t stop falling.

but you love him. you’re getting married to the man you love. you wish you could stab your heart a million times and more. what’s the point of that if he doesn’t even love me? your head hurts. you want this to end.

pitter patter. pitter patter. the sound of raindrops hitting an umbrella comes from above you. you’re not getting any wetter.

“i’m sorry, [name].” a pair of legs appear in front of you, and a red-haired man in a suit crouches down with you. you dare not look at his face.

“i didn’t agree to this! i shouldn’t have agreed to all of this bullshit in the first place!” there’s nothing more you want to do than to disappear. but you continue. “ever thought of my feelings, diluc? ever thought that you can’t just pay someone to marry you? don’t you know how much it hurts, loving you just to be treated as an excuse? huh?!”

diluc is quiet. you wish he’d say something, but at the same time, you wish he won’t.

“just- just fucking tell me this. how long did you plan to rent me as your partner?” that was a demand, and you’re afraid to know the answer. when he doesn’t answer, you taunt him. “a year? two years?” a thunder rages along with you.

“i- i don’t know, [name].”

great. amazing answer right there.

“maybe... maybe forever.” at that, you look up at him. in his eyes- sincerity. in it, also, fear. anxiety. sadness. love. you feel it again. that feeling you experienced when he smiled for the first time. when he eats your cooking. when he holds your hand, when he buys you pudding, when he sleeps with you, when he talks to you, when he breathes with you. you feel it. love. and now, you don’t know what to feel.

“it’s not fair,” you whisper to him.

“i love you,” he whispers back to you. your heart stops.

“i don’t get it,” you really don’t.

“i’ve loved you from the start.”

ah...

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being diluc ragnvindr’s partner is an exhilarating experience. there are moments where you love him, and there are moments where you absolutely cannot stand him. but no matter what, whenever his lips crooks up into a smile, you fall in love with him all over again.

a/n : this was pretty much just self-indulgence haha; thank you for reading!

#diluc fluff #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc angst #writefie #shelf : local works ༉ ‧ ₊˚

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saucynadles · 7 months

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not to be a hater but i’ve even seeing art of some guy from bg3 (i don’t go here) where ppl are drawing him “””chubby””” but they’re literally just drawing him as he looks in game (from what i can tell) but not defining his abs. like no extra fat that’s it. ok

#saucy shush #as someone who is arguably actually chubby this shit makes me want to hit ppl with a car #IF YOU ARE CLAIMING TO BE DRAWING A CHUBBY PERSON YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY GIVE THEM FAT. WILD CONCEPT

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saucynadles-arts · 2 years

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wow for once my art actually did better on twitter than here..!! and internet co. even liked it !!!!

#saucy shush #not that I don’t appreciate the notes on here it’s just interesting bc my art usually flops on twt lol #BUT YEAH ALSO AN OFFICIAL ACC SAW AND LIKED MY TWEET???

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bitterkarella · 1 year

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Midnight Pals: The Case of the Martian Invasion

Manly Wade Wellman: tonight my son and I are going to tell a story together Manly Wade Wellman: I want you all to say hello to my boy Manly Wade Wellman: Wade Wellman Manly Wade Wellman: or as we call him sometimes Manly Wade Wellman: Boyish Wade Wellman

Manly Wade Wellman: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, I call this the tale of the martians Wellman: so the martians think that they con conquer earth with their superior technology Wellman: but they didn’t count on one thing Wellman: the keen eye and awesome analytical abilities Wellman: of sherlock holmes Barker: wait so it’s HG Welles martians Wellman: yes Barker: and they’re fighting sherlock holmes? Wellman: yes Neil Gaiman: ah! A cross over! A pastiche! A deconstruction! Gaiman: how deliciously devious! Gaiman: when the disparate currents of inspiration meet in a maelstrom of imagination!! Barker: isn’t this an alan moore thing Poe: clive shush Barker: don’t shush me, I mean it Barker: this is literally an alan moore thing Poe: clive, if alan moore did this, sherlock holmes would 200 years old and fucking his 19 year old housekeeper Poe: who would also be idk Poe: Dorothy gale Barker: Barker: damn edgar ha ha Barker: you’re getting saucy there Barker: you’re not wrong tho Wellman: actually sherlock holmes does have a relationship with his housekeeper in my story Barker: c’mon, man Barker: what are you doing Barker: we all know he’d be fucking Watson Barker: ten million AO3 stories can’t be wrong Wellman: well, Watson doesn’t know Wellman: watson’s kind of a himbo in my version Wellman: now sherlock holmes has an incredible sharp mind Wellman: he can look at a Woolly worm and predict the severity of the martian invasion Wellman: he can repel a tripod by putting a hex sign on a barn Wellman: and he knows the old adage Wellman: “rain in June, there be red weed soon” Ursula Vernon: yup yup Wellman: all of a sudden all the martians start mysteriously dying Wellman: now HG welles thought it was germs Wellman: but that sounds like elf shot to me Wellman: they could have fixed that by applying a poultice of hog fat and bible passages to their tripod legs

#the midnight society #midnight society #midnight pals #clive barker #edgar allan poe #manly wade wellman #neil gaiman #ursula vernon

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dbutsu · 5 months

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wip hpdm drarry - untitled story of draco in a skirt

no i did not proofread and i will try to finish it but for now enjoy 1.5k words of exposition and one (1) line of anything explicit. this is my first time writing a fic so go ez on me...

anyway, pairing: harry x draco summary: draco wears a skirt, theres literally nothing else rating: E FOR EXPLICIT (eventually)

Hermione deems the library much too loud to study in, so they’re in the eighth-year common room, sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace in various states of comfort, a mess of textbooks and parchment laid out on the worn rug between them.

In Harry’s opinion, it’s an upgrade from the stifling aura of the library with its towering stacks of tomes and the not-so-subtle giggle of students from all years peering at him from above their books. Today was much louder than usual though, the ever-present rumor mill working its way through the student body. Madam Pince was working the wrinkles around her mouth overtime with all the shushing. And Hermione had gotten so annoyed, she’d dragged both him and Ron to the common room by their ears as if it was somehow their fault.

At least in the common room, there was the comforting warmth of the fireplace and the blissful absence of admiring stares.

Harry ought to thank whatever saucy story is making its way around Hogwarts for pulling him out of the library, though he doesn’t find himself all too interested in knowing what it is. There can’t possibly be any gossip juicy enough to top the fact that an entire war was battled and won right inside these castle walls.

Ron and Harry are flat on their stomachs, quietly cheering for their chess pieces as they command the knights and queens into playing a game of footie with a crumpled up piece of parchment. Harry lets out a hushed ‘yeaaah!’ for his queen scoring another goal, when Pansy Parkinson’s screeching laughter precedes the sound of the portrait opening. It’s like hearing a chainsaw behind a door before it tears into the room and murders you brutally.

“-their faces!” Pansy is cackling, “We should have done this ages ago!”

Malfoy’s voice follows close behind, smirking. And even though they’re walking behind the sofas and out of sight from Harry, he just knows the sound of his smirk. “It finally shut Smith’s big mouth, I’ll admit. Can you imagine if Pot-”

“Oh,” Pansy seems to stop, belatedly noticing Hermione leaned up against an armchair on the floor, following the trail of abandoned homework to Ron and Harry laying on the ground in front of the sofa nearest Pansy. She gives Harry in particular a nasty sneer. He frowns. “Come on, darling,” she says before Malfoy can see them as well, pushing him into the staircase leading up to their individual rooms.

Ron digs a pinky into his ear, wincing. “I swear, that girl has the laugh of a banshee. George sells fireworks quieter than her. And did you see how she looked at you? She must really hate that you lived twice.” Harry laughs and tosses his chess pieces at Ron, much to the stone figurines’ dismay.

He expects Hermione to say something about that, as she usually does when they light-heartedly tease about one of the scariest moments of Harry’s life. Harry thinks it’s a good thing that they can move past it in humour, but Hermione sometimes gets a little somber at it. It doesn’t seem like she’s paying attention though, and when Harry and Ron look over, she looks like she’s been petrified - another scary moment in their lives - staring at the staircase.

“…’Mione?” Ron frowns, sitting up in concern.

She’s quiet for a little more, lips parted, shaking her head. Her mouth opens and closes, trying to find the words and calculating in her head if maybe she saw wrong. “Malfoy…” she starts, looking a bit more red. “Malfoy’s…”

Both of them are frowning in her direction. What happened with Malfoy? He sounded fine - happy even, entertained by whatever he was talking about with Pansy. Did he come in covered in hippogriff blood? Missing an arm? Did he come in as a time-traveled version of himself, older and rugged with long hair sweeping delicately across his back and looking lean maybe with a bit of grown-in muscle and a charming look in his eyes–

“Malfoy’s wearing a skirt.”

Silence.

Harry gapes. “Wh-”

“What!?” Ron shouts.

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Despite knowing that Malfoy is now sauntering around the school in - what he hears is - a standard-issue pleated Hogwarts skirt, Harry is never able to see it for himself.

Malfoy and the castle seem to be working together to create the perfect opportunities to hide his lower half from Harry’s sight.

At breakfast, Malfoy is seated at the Slytherin table before Harry arrives, and leaves unnoticed.

In Potions, Malfoy works with Theodore Nott at the station closest to the door until Slughorn requests his help arranging the storeroom. Harry thinks maybe he can catch a glimpse of the skirt as Malfoy steps away from his staion, and then Seamus’ fucking cauldron releases a thick cloud of glimmering silver smoke, the room exploding in complaints that they can’t see. By the time Slughorn has jauntily waved the smoke into his wand, Malfoy is gone.

Even in the hallways, there is always always something in the way between Harry’s eyes and Malfoy’s legs. A stray bludger - why the hell is there a bludger in the hallway, a gaggle of girls asking Harry inane questions, a fight between two Ravenclaw seventh-years - yelling something like I saw him first and he wouldn’t go for you!

It shouldn’t even concern Harry, he thinks. Stupid Malfoy has a skirt on, so what? Most of the girls have skirts. If he wanted to see a fucking skirt, he can look at Hermione.

For some reason, that thought makes him cringe. He doesn’t want to think about why Hermione in a skirt is resolutely not the same as a bloke in a skirt. And maybe a bloke in a skirt is definitely not the same as bloody Malfoy in a skirt. Harry might be going crazy.

Defeated, Harry declines the invitation to join Ron and Hermione in the library for another study session after dinner in favour of slumping into the common room’s squashy sofa. Hermione only lets him be when he gestures at the pile of textbooks on the coffee table.

He’s laid down on the sofa, nose dutifully buried in his textbooks, when he hears someone settle into the armchair by his feet. Distractedly, he peers out the side of his book to see who it is, then returns to reading.

Wait.

Harry looks again.

Malfoy has his legs crossed, one knee over the other, in the armchair with his jaw propped up on a loosely curled fist. He’s flipping through a worn edition of Tinctures, Elixirs, and the Human Psyche. Unlike Harry, he’s changed into a comfortable looking baggy top, very unfitting of what Harry expected him to wear for comfort. Harry expected silk button-ups, maybe a fluffy housecoat more befitting of the stifly aristocrat he is. Instead, he’s loose and cozy, hair slightly wavy and damp from a recent shower.

For some ungodly reason, Malfoy is also still wearing the skirt he’s presumably been wearing all day.

Harry stares.

It is, indeed, a skirt. The same dark grey, pleated material as the one most girls wear, with the addition of a band of Slytherin green adorning the hem. It falls delicately around the shape of - oh god - Malfoy’s thighs, plump where it presses against the edge of the cushioned seat. As Harry stares, Malfoy shifts and props his feet up on the coffee table, stretching his - oh Lord - long pale legs across its surface.

Harry takes about ten years to turn his head back to his book, but he’s not reading.

Alright. So Malfoy is definitely wearing a skirt. It is definitely 100% a skirt there, for sure. Good for him. Fashion is great. Lovely way to express yourself, that.

He looks at the skirt again.

Malfoy is looking at him.

Ah, magic theory, yes, this textbook has so much information! The interaction of elements and the magical core and all of it, so cool!

Harry yawns - forced - and stretches a dramatic arm over his head as he sits up. He darts a look to the ticking floor clock in the far corner of the common room, raising his eyebrows as if to say oh wow! That’s the time! and plucks his books off the table. He aims a thin-mouthed nod to Malfoy and gets the fuck out of there, walking calmly to the staircase and then hurrying up the steps two at a time.

He runs into his room and slams it closed behind him, presses his back to the door, tosses his books across the floor.

Hm.

He shoves his hand into his pants and fucks his fist until he spills cum down the leg of his trousers.

Ah.

#drarry #harry x draco #draco x harry #hpdm #drarry fanfic #sry i dont know tags

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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A Payment: 12

A/N: smut

“Please.”

“Please what Sweetheart.”

“Please,” he licks your right nipple, “oh fuck, Steve please fuck me please.”

“You want my cock?”

“Yes. Please Steve I want it.”

“Where?”

“In me.”

“In that pretty saucy mouth of yours?”

“No, Steve. Please.”

“Oh, you want it in your sweet pussy don’t you?”

“Yes.” You breathe wiggling your hips and Steve groans softly, “yes Steve, please.” It seems to be enough begging and Steve eases into you and you let out a soft hiss at the stretch.

“You okay Honey?”

“Don’t you dare stop moving.” You tell him and Steve grins before kissing you and easing the rest of the way inside of you.

“You feel so good Baby.” He murmurs, “like you were made for me.” Steve starts to thrust then and you swear it’s never been so good.

“Yes, Steve. Fuck please don’t stop.” You tell him and he doesn’t, you’re so close and you know that Steve can tell that you’re close.

“Let go for me Honey, give it to me.” He says before kissing you again and you snap shaking in his arms. Steve follows quickly after you, “Shit, I meant to pull out.”

“I’m on the pill.” You tell him, “And I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.” He says rolling off of you, “Don’t move, I’m gonna go get a rag to clean you up.” Steve presses a kiss to your cheek, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He murmurs before climbing off of the bed and making his way to the bathroom. When he comes back it’s with a warm rag that he brushes against your inner thighs. “Good?”

“Yea. You?”

“Yea Honey, so good.” He says before throwing the rag over his shoulder and you hear it plop wetly onto the floor and you can’t help but laugh softly. Steve goes back into the nightstand and pulls out a key for the cuffs and undoes them. Your wrists are a little red where the cuffs rubbed them and Steve kisses the marks softly. “These don’t hurt?”

“No, you had those cuffs nice and ready huh?” You tease before you yawn.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you Sweetheart, I needed to be prepared.” He murmurs sliding closer to you, he helps you wiggle under the covers before wrapping an arm around your waist pulling your body flush against his.

You fall asleep quickly, his arm curled around you and feeling safe.

It’s still dark when you wake, the moon peeking through the gaps of the curtains. You slip out of bed, grabbing your robe on your way toward the bathroom, it’s chilly in the room when you’re not under the covers. You use the bathroom then stand near the window and stare out into the night. It’s peaceful and calm, you hear Steve wake from behind you and when you hear him start to feel across the bed for you you can’t help but smile.

“I’m here.” You say softly and you hear him groan softly as he climbs out of bed. “You didn’t need to get up.” You tell him as he crosses the room toward you.

“Yea, I know. What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing really. Just thinking.” You turn toward him and wrap your arms around his waist, “I guess, please don’t take this the wrong way but I’m kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Things seem too good, too perfect.” Steve doesn’t say anything and you worry that you have offended him, you take a breath to start to apologize when he softly shushes you.

“Honey, I know what your life was like, you don’t need to explain it to me. I’m not offended, just sad.” He assures you, “I hope that someday that won’t be your expectation.”

“In this life? It’s not just us I’m worried about, it’s everything. It’s being shot at in Boston, it’s every time you leave to deal with some issue or another, it’s when Bucky comes and whispers something to you after dinner. The stress and panic doesn’t stop, it’s constant.”

“Is there anything that I can do to help?”

“I’ll think about it.” The two of you sit and stare out the window together, you slowly start to feel sleepy again and when you’re suddenly leaning heavily against Steve he chuckles softly.

“Maybe we go back to bed?” He suggests and you hum softly, he leads you back to the bed and this time you stay asleep until the morning.

When you wake up there’s a note on Steve’s pillow and a box that looks like it has clothing in it on the bed. You grab the note and it says

Sweetheart,

Didn’t wanna wake you. Got you something to wear for our three month anniversary.

Love you.

Steve

You can’t help but shake your head at him but it does warm your heart that he wants to do something sweet like this. You open the box and find a paper inside resting on top of some tissue paper.

Let’s make it legit Baby.

Is on a post it note on top of the same contract that Aida had signed for you, this one however is only signed by Steve. You grab your robe then take the contract downstairs where Lance and Wanda are chatting in the kitchen.

“Lance, I need you to be my witness.” You tell him and he nods then watches as you sign the paper, adding your middle initial and signing your legal name not your father’s last name on the paper. Lance then signs as a witness and you grin at him. “Thank you.” You can’t believe that in just a few short months you’re actually willing to be married.

But Steve makes you feel safe, he makes you happy and god he’s so hot.

You make your way to his office, it’s open a crack and he’s standing by the window looking out onto the property.

“Steve?” You ask cautiously and he turns his head to give you a little smile.

“Hey, Honey.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yea, just thinkin’. What’s that?” He asks gesturing at the paper in my hand.

“Oh, our marriage license.”

“Did you sign it?” He asks as you hand it to him and you nod, “good. I’ll put it in my safe.” You watch as Steve crosses the room, opens a bookshelf and then opens a safe. After he puts the certificate in the safe he turns back to you and shoots you a wink. “Did you like your present?”

“What present?”

“In the box?” You blink at him a few times before it clicks.

“Wait, it wasn’t just the certificate?” Steve laughs softly and takes your hand.

“Come on Baby.” He tells you leading you out of his office and back to your bedroom. Steve hands you the box and inside is a black dress, it’s short with long mesh sleeves and an over skirt that’s a bit longer. It’s covered in sparkles and you can’t help the gasp that falls from your lips.

“Oh, oh my god Steve this is stunning. This is too much.”

“Nothing is too much for you Honey.” He tells you kissing you soundly and you tangle your fingers into his hair. Steve groans low in his throat and you know that if you don’t stop now he’s going to end up fucking your brains out again.

You pull away from him just enough to meet his eyes and you give him a wide smile. “What’s the plan for today?”

“Once I’m done workin’?” You nod and he continues, “You put on that dress, we go to dinner, maybe find a place to go dancin’ then we come home and I make you see stars again.”

“That sounds like a good plan to me.” You tell him with a smile. “You should get back to work so we can go.” Steve laughs but kisses you quickly before heading back to work.

You spend the day doing a spa day. Just at home, you rope Wanda into doing it with you and have a blast the whole time. She’s funny, sweet and warm.

“He really loves you you know.” She says when you’re leaning back in the lounge chairs you’d asked Bucky to bring in from outside for you.

“How do you know?” You ask, not moving, you don’t want to knock the cucumber slices off of your face.

“The way he looks at you when you’re not watching. It’s like you’ve hung the sun and moon.”

Neither of you talk much after that, you can’t help but think about what she’s said. He really does love you.

You really do love him.

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