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beeing1alive · 2 months

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Tokyo Revengers Boys, if you kiss them without warning

Note: You are not yet in a relationship in this scenario, but about to be. I hope you like it

Mikey didn't think about it at all and just kissed you back a few seconds later. You couldn't tell by looking at him, but he was naturally uncomfortable. He doesn't regret it though, he loves your soft lips and wants to kiss them again, but he knows that he'll probably have to make the first move.

Darken just looked at you for a few seconds and realised what you'd just done. As always, he tried to play it cool, like he didn't really care, but I can tell you, later that night, he thought about it and he couldn't stop smiling and he hoped that he'd get to kiss you again someday.

Mitsuya blushed, but pulled you close. Honestly, he likes you either way, so why wouldn't he do that, it's one of the best chances he'll ever have. He would have acted on intuition and of course he let you go as soon as he realised what he'd done and apologised. Still, his thoughts kept going back to it, he doesn't know why himself.

Chifuyu definitely enjoyed it and even closed his eyes to savour the moment even more. But unfortunately, this magical moment had gone as quickly as it had come. When your soft lips moved away from his again, he woke up from his own little bubble and got a little scared. Of course, he apologised to you and disappeared as quickly as he could.

Baji took you by the shoulders after the kiss as gently as he could at that moment and asked you what you were thinking. You might think at that moment that he didn't like it but, let me tell you, he loved it. Since that moment, he hasn't been able to think straight or sleep. He wants you to do it again. Again and again and again, but of course he won't tell you that.

Takemichi has stopped breathing, but still puts an arm around you. With his arm gently wrapped around your waist and your face so close to yours, your lips on his. He doesn't quite know why, but he thanked you for the kiss and maybe cried a little, not crying, but maybe a single, happy tear running down his cheek.

Angry returned the kiss. Simply without thinking about it and, in fact, at that moment without any charm. Unfortunately, the embarrassment only came afterwards and, much to his regret, much more strongly than usual. He ran away, to be honest, but he couldn't do anything but think about it all day until he finally lay in his bed and replayed the whole moment in front of his eyes, like a film, over and over again and he also wondered what would have happened if he had stayed there.

Smiley pulled you closer to him and asked you what you thought you were doing. Paired with that mischievous grin, he looked very amused, but don't worry, you'll just have to remain constant, withstand his gaze and, if you're feeling particularly brave, kiss him again. I promise you, his confident facade fell away and he did the anoint like his brother, he ran off to think about it, which he actually did. He couldn't think about anything else, but that's another problem.

Hakkai's brain has stopped working. He can't remember almost anything, just one thing. Your soft, gentle lips on his and how much he longs to kiss you again. He probably left without a word, didn't talk to anyone else that day either, and this memory, this realisation, only came into his head in the evening and he thought about it for the rest of the night and his cheeks glowed red, like fire, the whole time.

Kazutora asked you directly what you had done. He didn't understand why this, objectively speaking, so simple touch felt so good. He's just so starved for touch and will also ask you if you can do it again. Please, just give him another kiss, then he'll be satisfied for a while and think about it for a while until it occurs to him that he might like you. It hits him like a wave of emotions, he wants you to touch him more often, but he doesn't know whether and how to tell you.

Koko was confused but happy and asked you what the kiss was for. For a few seconds he was afraid that you might have just kissed him because you wanted money from him, but this thought quickly disappeared when you told him with that sweet blush on your face that you just wanted to kiss him and hadn't thought about it. He also gave you a kiss and then just carried on with what he was doing before, leaving you confused. But honestly, he didn't sleep that night because he had to think about your soft lips.

Inupi returned the kiss and he loved it, of course he didn't show it outwardly, his usual expression adorned his face, but the slight, sweet blush on his face gave him away. He actually thought about it for a long time and came to the conclusion that he liked you. I mean, what else could be the reason that he wants to kiss you again and again and that he really longs for it?

Hanma teased you about it, but of course he understood that it meant a lot, he's not as stupid as he seems. He laughed about it and made fun of it, but he caught himself thinking about it over and over and he wanted to feel it again. No kidding, he wants to be kissed by you again, but a little more intimate, more personal. As you can guess, he'll never admit it, maybe someday when you're in a committed relationship.

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lilywastaken · 1 year

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— Simon helps reader with getting ready.

> This blurb is part of my series — MÉNAGE !

CW: Talks of poor body image, stretch marks, scars.

"'Necklace looks nice."

"You think?" You mumbled, staring at yourself in the mirror as you clipped the back. "It's weird, dressing up."

After all, it'd been a long time since you'd spent so long on your makeup or appearance, having given up mostly on cosmetics ever since you became a mother. Which made you all the more excited to do your makeup again, properly, not just the curling and mascara or gloss you'd rush when going out, a full-face of makeup, even if it was just for drinks with a few friends.

"Goes with the dress." Simon offered after a moment of silence, clearly having gone quiet in hopes of coming up with a compliment that didn't sound so bland, but said what he'd originally thought at the beginning as bland as it was, not knowing much about fashion.

"Yeah, I suppose." You snorted, looking down at the short skirt of the dress and trying to pull it down slightly to cover some of the stretch marks that threatened to show. "...maybe I should wear tights or something."

"Why?" Simon grunted, turning to look at you from his spot on your bed, Tommy rolling around in a few blankets next to him, playing with some of his father's fingers. "'S not going to be cold tonight."

"Yeah, but…" you pushed yourself out of your chair, turning around to show yourself to the blond, letting his eyes scan your body from head to toe, lingering slightly on the cleavage showing thanks to the low cut. "Look."

"I am."

"No! Here!" Your hands came down to rest on your thighs, bringing his attention to the plush parts of your legs. "They look ugly."

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows, scanning your skin in hopes of finding what you had deemed "ugly", findinging nothing. "What looks ugly?"

"The scars!" You whined, hands landing on your stomach and prodding at your tummy. "I mean… I got them after Tommy, they're all over my body, they kind of just… don't look good."

Simon outstretched a hand out to you, bringing you closer to the bed when you immediately took it, helping you kneel down on the mattress and collapse against his side, snuggling into his warmth as his arms enveloped you.

"I think they look good, lovie." He mumbled against the top of your head, his thumb rubbing comforting circles into your arm. "'Reminder of what you did. Of what you made. 'Bit corny, but it's true."

"I know… it's just… Weird. I don't know how to explain it, Si…" you sighed, running your own fingers over his covered chest.

"If you don't feel comfortable showing them, there's no shame in covering up. Not going to try and force you to go out like that if you don't want to. Just remember you don't have to feel disgusted by them." He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, making sure to avoid your makeup in hopes of not ruining it.

"Yeah… I guess." You mumbled, closing your eyes to savour the feeling of his lips against your skin. "Just… nervous... Maybe I should just stay-"

"No. C'mon." Simon grunted, grabbing you by the hips and pushing you up and off the bed, leaning back against the array of pillows behind him. "You promised them."

"You really want me to go, huh?" You sighed, letting a cheeky smile pull at your lips as he looked down at you with an arched brow, trying to figure out if you were being serious with your accusation or not. But when he did, he let out a huff, rolling his eyes before squeezing you tighter, making you let out a string of giggles.

"Yeah. Fuckin' hate your guts. Been waiting for you to leave forever." He mumbled, contradicting his teasing words as he continued to press kisses against your face, relishing in the way your nose scrunched up and your eyes shone when he leaned back to gaze into them. "Go on then. Get on with it."

"Yeah, yeah." You laughed, rolling your eyes at him before slapping at his chest playfully, batting your eyelashes at him. "Hate you too, Si."

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mwii #simon riley #ghost #simon ghost riley #— ménage

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doki-doki-imagines · 4 months

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Hello

I saw your post about the linkuei trio arguing with the reader and I really liked it <3

I would like to make a similar request if it is not too much trouble.

What if instead of a kiss the reader slapped them?

author note: anon talks about this post. For this prompt I only got smut ideas, hope it's not a problem!

tw: smut, afab!reader, reader is referred as wife in Bi-Han part.

-Your husband is a idiot, head harder than concrete. It is easier to convince a brick wall to bend than making Bi-Han understand why he is wrong. -You want to make him understand that you also have power, that you aren't dumber than him, and that he needs to respect you. -Maybe the punishment doesn't look like one. Riding him in his office while leaning on his wooden desk sounds more like a prize than penance. -Your position is anything but comfortable, grinding your pelvis in his one, chests as far as possible and hands gripping the wood of his desk making it tremble enough for the ink to fall and stain the documents splayed on it. Not to talk about his fingers, digging painful moons into your skin -"Look at me the entire time." It's what you ordered at the start. Bi-Han didn't nod, your previous argument brushed off, already savouring your body. -And he doesn't listen to you, eyes piercing where your bodies meet, where your cunt drip on his skin and his cock penetrates you. The sight must be arousing, you feel him twitch inside you, a soft groan only trained ears could hear escapes his chest. -You slap him with the back of your hand, and he stops to look at you. His dark eyes look at you full of fury, ready to overturn you, making you cry for the outrage. -But Bi-Han doesn't have time to react. Your hand grips his dishevelled bun, pushing it down to make him look straight into your eyes. -"Look at me." You show your teeth even if your voice is barely a whisper. -There is fury, as intense as his one. Bi-Han has to admit that it is stronger than his one. He gulps and nods, lips trying to get closer to yours, but you keep him in place, your hips finally taking up the rhythm of before. -Maybe the job of the grandmaster's wife is to tell him also when he is wrong and not only nodding along his choice. -Maybe a good grandmaster should listen to his wife. Bi-Han needs to improve, but for now his only goal is getting fucked stupid by that hurricane that is his partner.

-"Why are you so stubborn?!" If Liang has something in common with his older brother, it's his hard head. Unwavering. Unchanging. Even when he is completely wrong. -"Stop screaming! You're hurting my ears." Liang snaps back, angry scowl prominent on his face. "If you stopped to talk instead of running away like a fucking coward-" and then something hits your face; it's the back of Liang's hand. -You know he hasn't done it on purpose, you've seen that it happened just because he turned around at the right time for your face to step in the movement of his arm. -His eyes widen, in fear mostly. Liang may be angry, but he'd never hurt you. -But right now you would, adrenaline making your mind not work. You slap him, straight on his right cheek. -You look at each other, gaze intense and breath heavy, but nobody dares to talk. -You are the first one to move, your lips finding your lover ones, hands already running on his body, trying to pull off his uniform by the collar. -Groaned excuses are chanted on your skin They come as fast as they go, Liang's warm lips running on the exposed skin of your neck and chest. -"You are more stubborn than a bull-" You are able to spit out in a rare moment where Liang's lips aren't on yours. "But you enjoy it getting fucked by me, just like a cow." Liang smirks into your lips, not before biting your lower one. -You steps toward your shared bedroom, hands and lips still keeping your bodies connected. -"But please, never hurt each other again." Liang whispers into your ear, in the last moment of lucidity before bliss takes over. You nod, completely agreeing with him. -"But in bedroom it could be nice-" "Then show me how you'd make a bull obedient, fireball."

-"Know your place, T-Tomas." you say sitting in the comfort of your bed, while your right hand plays with your clit. Tomas listens, or better his body doesn't move, still in its place, the pale skin of his right cheek red from your slap. -You are wearing just your panties and a matching undershirt, all grey silk and white lace, gifted by Tomas a long time ago. -Your hand is playing with your sex, legs open, but Tomas can see the imprint of your fingers playing with yourself, covered by the fabric of your panties. Your nipples are hard, he notices them hidden from undershirt. -Tomas is drooling, his mouth wet with the excess of saliva. "Y-You can just look. Don't you dare c-come closer." -And Tomas follows your order like a good dog. You can see his abs twitching, the tent in his boxer evident. -And honestly? So hot. -"Ah-I bet. I bet you'd love to have a taste of me" You pull out your hand from your panties, a drop of your essence stuck on your index finger, pointing right at him. -Tomas loudly gulps, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, blue irises lost looking at you, or better, at the droplet on your finger. -It takes a second for Tomas to sprint towards you, mouth already open and tongue sticking out, ready to savour you. It also takes you a second to push your foot into his sternum to keep him in his place. -Not that far, but still too much. -"Sorry, but this 'whore than just know how to yap' is busy. For sure, she doesn't have time for a dog like you." You spit out. You would be more convincing if your voice wasn't a whine and your eyes got more anger than tears in them. -Tomas can sense your weakness. He brushes your leg off his chest, and simply pull on the side your wet panties, tongue already deep into your core. -"T-Tommy!" Your hands immediately grip harshly his hair, some tuff escaping your finger. -His rough finger push into the back of your thighs, digging into the fat. Tomas keeps your legs up, far from his face to get as much movement as possible while eating you out. -If only you had a mirror on top of the ceiling, you could notice his back muscles flexing and his biceps twitching to keep your legs in place. -Your moans fill the room, your hands tugging on his hair, which means that your arms are close, squeezing your chest in a delightful sight. Now Tomas has to show you how good of a dog he is. -Later, he will excuse himself for his words.

#mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 smut #mortal kombat smut #bi han #bi han x reader #kuai liang #mk1 scorpion #kuai liang x reader #tomas vrbada #mk1 smoke #tomas x reader #smoke x reader

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zorosimpclub · 3 months

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My Brother's Best friend (002) – Geto Suguru

⊹˚. ♡ Part 1 Summary: You have always been in love with your brother’s best friend (who also happens to be his roommate) – does he even feel the same way or does he view you just as Gojo's little sister? It doesn’t matter because your brother made it very clear to him that you were off limits since you're his precious little sister… But were you really off limits?

⊹˚. ♡ Content: 18+ only, MDNI – fem!reader, smut, degradation, praise kink

⊹˚. ♡ Word count: 4k

You ruffled through your wardrobe, trying to find the perfect outfit. Sure, you had been to the club many times before but this would be the first time you were going to be going Geto. Gojo never allowed you to go with them, muttering something about you being a cockblock every time you asked to go with them.

Sure, you could never be with Geto but that didn’t mean you couldn’t dress up for him or maybe tease him a little.

You decided on a tight fitting black dress and black choker, opting for some smoky make up. Perfect. Now all you had to do was head to the club where Utahime said she’d meet you.

You spotted her in almost an instance and made a direct beeline to the bar of the club to down a couple of shots together. You could text your brother but you decided to text Geto instead, feeling giddy at the prospect of him seeing you like this:

‘We’re here. Are you guys here yet?’

You laughed, when Utahime talked about her latest disastrous date. Sipping on your drink, huddling towards her to ward off unwanted stares from men you was not interested in.

Geto, Gojo, Sukuna and Nanami finally made it to the club. It was packed. He hadn’t expected it to be so full of people but they made their way to the bar to get their drinks, with Gojo and Sukuna going directly to the booth they reserved. Geto looked back and forth throughout the crowd trying to find you. But all things considered, you were easy to spot. In his eyes, you were by far the hottest one in the crowd. And the other men knew it, too.

You felt a hand on your lower back causing you to turn around quickly, ready to glare at whoever touched you there, only to come face to face with Geto and Nanami. Your heart fluttered a little when you felt his touch, but you tried not to let it show on your face. He looked delicious.

“Oh you guys made it!”

Geto looked you once over, savouring the sight of you in that dress. It was tight and fit you so perfectly. Goodness… he hated thinking this right now, but he wanted nothing but to pull you over to one side and fuck you senseless. Your makeup was perfect too, he wanted to ruin it by shoving his cock down your throat. He swallowed lightly, hoping you didn’t catch on.

“Took longer than we expected. But here we are.”

You gave him a flirty smile, which didn’t go unnoticed by Nanami as he raised his brows and looked at Geto and to you curiously. He was always perceptive so it was hardly a surprise that he felt something brewing between you. You looked over to Nanami who had started picking up the drinks from the bar.

"Hey Nanami."

Nanami nodded his head and greeted you. But when he was done, his eyes wandered back to the crowd, ignoring you for now.

Geto, on the other hand, kept eyeing you. The sight of you made him weak in the knees. You looked so good. He didn’t even realise he had been staring at you when he spoke next.

“You clean up well.”

You grinned and tilted your head, exposing your bare neck to him, "Thanks Suguru. You're looking not so bad yourself.”

Utahime snickered by your side and nudged your waist playfully. She was one of the few people who were fully aware of your crush on Geto so she took every moment she could to tease you about it.

Geto’s eyes widened as you exposed your neck to him. He loved when you did that. It was just so… tempting and the feeling of wanting to sink his teeth into it was all he could think about. Marking you as his to ward off all the annoying men. But instead, he managed to regain his composure before he leaned his head towards you and spoke with that same sly grin.

“I’m sure those guys over there would love to take a bite out of you too. Be careful now.”

You were a little taken aback by that comment since he rarely ever said things like this. But then again, you hadn't really been around him when they were drinking and like you, he did have a little bit to drink at this point already. Feeling a bit bold, you placed a hand softly on his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"If they try, you'll save me right, Sugu?"

His muscles flexed under your grip. His breath hitched as soon as he felt your touch. You were way too tempting and all it took was a few drinks to make him lose focus, which was something he hated about himself. You were playing with fire right now. Or maybe, this was what you wanted? Either way, he needed to reel it in or you’d both be in deep trouble.

“Of course I would, kid.”

You sighed and took your hand off his biceps. Of course he just viewed you as his buddy’s little sister no matter how grown you were.

Nanami motioned for you, Utahime and Suguru to follow him to the booth that they had reserved in advance.

Geto followed you three to the booth with no hesitation, his eyes ran across you one last time, trying to burn the image into his memory for later. He spent a lot of his nights thinking about your curves and pretty face as he touched himself.

You needed to stay away from Geto if you wanted to make sure you didn't do anything that jeopardised his friendship with Gojo. Or at the very least not make it it awkward between you both since he did seem very much not into you in that way apparently. It was hard to tell, he had been giving you a lot of mixed signals today.

You reached the booth and waved awkwardly at Sukuna and then grinned to your brother who were already at the table talking about something. Probably women. Nanami pushed past you to sit next to Gojo, making you sigh. You didn't want to go sit next to Sukuna since you barely knew him but you squished through the table gap to go sit next to him anyway.

Sukuna was one of your brother's and Geto's attractive friend, you never got the change to hang out with him. Whenever you were in the same room, Gojo would usher you away, saying something about how Sukuna was too horny for his own good and didn't want him to hit on you because he was most certain that he would.

Utahime smirked a little at you and went to sit next to Nanami instead of you. That traitor! You watch as Geto awkward sits next to you, keeping a safe distance. You've sat next to him many times before but the energy tonight felt different, he was acting weird and awkward, which made you feel slightly awkward.

Brushing it off, you look at Sukuna, flashing him a smile. At least he was attractive, maybe he could be your lay tonight? Anything to get Geto off your mind.

"Hey Sukuna, we've seen each other around briefly but I never really got a chance to introduce myself.”

Sukuna looked at you and you could tell he had had a few drinks too but still he carried himself with a certain level of danger. You were almost shocked he even remembered your name. Though the energy was awkward, you still felt attracted to him in a way. Not in a lovey dovey, flirty, crush way that you felt for Geto but in more of a “oh if he touched me right now, I’d definitely feel something” kind of way.

“Of course, Satoru’s cute lil sis, right?”

You blushed a little causing Gojo to thwack Sukuna around the head playfully, "Back off man, she's my little sister. No funny business you horny fuck."

Gojo’s protective behaviour was always annoying but this time, Geto wasn’t going to complain about it. He didn’t enjoy the fact that another guy was making you blush. Especially when he knew exactly what kind of things Sukuna had in mind. Sukuna was always quite the flirt towards anyone he talked to, but him being that way with you… just made his blood boil. He shot a look at him, warning him not to say or do anything else. Sukuna didn’t seem bothered at all by that, if anything it egged him on.

“Relax man, I’m only joking. Although… can’t say I don’t see the appeal. She’s kinda hot.”

You felt your cheeks grow redder at Sukuna's comment and looked down immediately, fumbling with your drink instead of meeting his gaze.

"T-Thanks, I guess."

Geto watched you blush and it was making him feel so damn jealous. Your cheeks were so cute when they were red like that and he was getting annoyed at the fact that he wasn’t the reason why they were that way. He didn’t know how to react at the moment, so he just looked at Sukuna, shooting him a menacing glare, letting him know that you were off limits. Sukuna just raised his eyebrows at him still smirking, not backing down at all. Geto would’ve choked him if he could.

The night went on and you were all having a good time. Your cheeks were a deep shade of red and you laughed loudly at every single thing that came out of your new and old friends' mouths. Even Nanami had loosened up and he was making a couple of jokes himself. You also lost count of how many times Sukuna teased or flirted with you throughout the night. He occasionally rested his hand on your bare thigh.

Geto had a random blonde clinging onto his arm, whining for his attention. But all Geto could think about is how he hated watching you flirting with Sukuna, he hated how carefree you were being with him. He hated the fact that you had no issue letting Sukuna touch you.

"Let's go dance!" Utahime giggled and stumbled out of the booth only to be caught by your brother, who gave her one of his flashy trademark grins.

You grinned and got up, dragging Sukuna with you after Geto's random blonde dragged him off to the dance floor. Sure, you should be feeling jealous but you were too carefree right now to care and focused on having a good time instead. It’s not like you could control the situation, so might as well have fun.

You and Sukuna danced to the loud beat coming through the speakers. You were so carefree as you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you, grinding against him and leaning your head back. He was so tall that when you did that, your body was pressed against his chest. You just needed to get your mind off Geto, that’s all …right?

It was impossible for Geto to not be completely distracted by the sight of you grinding up against Sukuna. It was like it happened in slow motion, as if someone had hit the pause button on everything and slowed everything down. His eyes were locked onto the two of you, his throat tight, his mind racing at the thought of what you two were doing. It pissed him off but he knew he had no right to drag you away or scold you.

You gasped and let out a soft moan when Sukuna leaned down to whisper something dirty in your ear before kiss your neck, still dancing against you.

Geto’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed as he watched you both. He hadn’t even thought you and Sukuna would actually get this comfortable. The thought of another guy kissing your neck triggered something inside of him. It made him feel jealous and also… something else. Was… it possessiveness?

Your eyes met Geto's and your breath hitched immediately at the way he was looking at you. He looked pissed but that wasn't the only thing you picked up on. He was looking at you hungrily, like he needed to push you against the wall and have his way with you. You excused yourself from Sukuna, giving him a quick smile and told him you needed to go to the restroom.

You looked back at him one more time, you had never seen that look from him before. A look of pure lust. He wanted you. He wanted you bad. You needed to clear your head as soon as possible before you said or did something that would change everything forever and with Geto watching you like that, it was almost impossible. Pushing through the dance floor, you made your way to the corridor of the restrooms.

Why the hell did he even care about you dancing with another guy? He shouldn’t have cared at all. You were just his best buddy’s annoying sister…right? He noticed you push through the crowd and followed close behind, partly to keep you safe but partly because he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you. Fuck all the years where he held back, fuck it.

Before he could stop himself, his hands closed around your waist. He dragged you into one of the stalls and locked it. He brought you close to his body so that you had no choice but to be up against him and he breathed on your neck, whispering your name softly. You closed your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. Was this really happening? After all these years? Does this mean he felt the same way?

So many questions plagued your head but it all disappeared when he trapped you against the wall of the stall. Your breath hitched as you looked up at him through your thick eyelashes, he was a good foot taller than you so he craned his neck a little down, bringing his lips close to yours.

"S-Suguru?" You breathed out, blushing a deep shade of red.

“Shut up.”

He looked at you with so much desire and need that it was suffocating. His body was pushing against yours now as he tilted his head, his breath hot in your neck.

“You don’t know what you do to me so just... shut up before I do something I’ll regret.”

“Sugu–”

With one hand still on your waist and the other gently on your neck, "I've had enough of watching you flirt with Sukuna. You like it when he kissed your neck?”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, you were too flustered to say anything, let alone process the situation that you were in. It felt like you sobered up all in one instant and you were responding to his touch, his words.

He lowered his head in response and his lips grazed the nape of your neck, sending your body to shiver uncontrollably.

“Answer me.”

"I-I don't know...”

“Well you sure weren’t trying to stop him when he was all over you.”

You felt a little annoyed at his mixed signals all night, “W-Why should I stop him? And why do you care? I'm just your best friend's little sister.”

His grip tightened and his mouth traced the edge of your neck, causing you to roll your eyes to the back of your head. The kiss on your neck sent shivers throughout your body and for a moment, you thought you would go up in flames – purely from how hot you were suddenly feeling. You gasped and pressed your face into his chest, feeling him wrap his arms around your body. It felt good, better than good.

“You’re more than just that. Fuck I can’t take it anymore. You’re mine. I can’t stand the fact that someone else’s hands were all over you. I want it to be my hands touching you that way.”

You let out a little moan, feeling hot and bothered at his words and the lips on your neck but you still managed to croak out, "I'm not yours.”

“Yeah? You’re going to have to try really hard to convince me otherwise. In fact, I'm going to show the world that you're mine.”

He ran his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of fresh hickies in the process, greedily lapping at the areas to soothe the sting it no doubt brought you when he bit down gently on your neck.

"S-Suguru!" You moaned softly, gripping his soft hair and clenching your eyes shut.

You could feel the hunger in his lips and his grip had become so intense that you were certain that your neck was going to be covered in love bites by the end of the night. You loved the idea of him claiming you as he ran his hands up and down your body to squeeze your ass a little. You had never felt this hot for someone like this before. You couldn’t even speak right now because of how aroused you were feeling.

He looked into your eyes and then your lips briefly, as if he was going through an internal debate in his head. He had already crossed the best friend's sister boundary but should he really take it any further than he already has?

You looked at him lustfully and pulled him down by his shirt, smashing your lips together.

The moment your lips touched his, all of the pent up heat from all night, the intense lust you had been feeling finally gave way and you threw yourself at him. You were absolutely desperate to feel him against you and to feel all of him. No longer caring about where you both were or who would find you. He kissed back hungrily, letting his hands roam all over your body.

Your tongue danced with his and you were both so immersed in the kiss that you didn't even notice when his hands slid up your thighs, finding their way under your skirt. He looked at you as if asking for permission and you nodded enthusiastically. His fingers traced the outline of your clothed pussy, causing him to groan softly.

"Fuck, you're so wet already."

He slipped his fingers in your panties and teased them around your clit, taking his sweet time, making sure not to touch you there just yet. You gripped his hair and begged him to touch you, you were going insane. You needed his fingers in you. His long slender fingers that you had spent many evenings fantasising about.

“Beg.” Was all he said, smirking down at you.

You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face but you were too desperate to feel his touch to care about doing that, “Please Suguru…touch me, please…”

"Aw, isn't that cute? You begging like that?" he teased as his middle finger slowly pushed inside you. You gasped, surprised at how good it felt.

"You like that, don't you? You’re such a dirty girl."

“Y-Yes, feels s’good Sugu…” You let out a loud moan, grinding your hips against his finger.

"Tell me you want more," he ordered, slowly moving his finger in and out of you.

“Want more…please!”

Your dirty talk and desperation only fuelled his passion, and the sight of you begging for more made his cock throb in his pants but he wanted this to be about your pleasure. He increased the pace and added another finger, stretching you further.

“You think Sukuna can ever touch you like this, baby?”

You were feeling too much pleasure to even register what he was saying, your tongue hung out as you panted softly.

"That's right, look at you so fucked out on just my fingers alone to answer. Nobody can compare to me, understand?" he chuckled, his voice deep and husky.

He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, hitting all the right spots.

"You're mine now, aren't you?"

“Y-yes Suguru! Please!” You moaned desperately as he added another finger whilst kissing your neck.

You heard some people come into the bathroom, causing you to clench around his fingers.

“Shh princess, you don’t want people to know you’re getting finger fucked in the stall do you now?”

With a smirk, Suguru leaned down and captured your mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. His fingers pumped faster inside you, reaching for that sweet spot that would send you over the edge.

"That’s it, you’re my pretty little slut, yeah?" he whispered against your lips.

You felt that coil building inside you about to snap, just a little more… But Geto had other plans. He simply pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to protest in a sweet whimper. You waited for the men to leave the bathroom before yelling at him cutely.

“Suguru please!”

"Not yet."

He chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. With one swift motion, Suguru grabbed your legs and lifted them up onto his shoulders, exposing yourself completely to him.

“Wanna taste what’s mine first.”

You felt a bit shy at the fact that called you his and the fact that your pussy was right in his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he just looked more turned on.

"Mmm, so fucking sweet."

Geto murmured, his tongue darting out to trace the sensitive folds of your pussy. He teased you mercilessly, flicking and licking every sensitive spot he could find.

“F-Fuck…!” Was all you could say as you held onto his hair for dear life.

"That's right, princess. Let it all out." he encouraged, lapping up your sweetness with eager strokes of his tongue. His fingers played with your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Feels so good Sugu, please I-let me cum!”

You humped yourself on his tongue, desperate for release. His mouth was so skilled and you found yourself nearing your release very quickly.

"Look how slutty you are grinding on my tongue like that." he whispered against your pussy before his tongue delved deeper and faster.

"Cum for me baby.” He commanded, his fingers never stopping their rhythm on your clit.

"F-Fuck Suguru!"

He brought you over the edge with a skilful flick of his tongue. Your body shook against the wall as you came, your orgasm sending pleasure coursing through every inch of your body.

"Good fucking girl."

You felt your legs give away slightly from the force of the orgasm. You were panting and had your eyes closed, processing the pleasure and the fact that you had just been ate out by your long term crush and your brother’s best friend.

"Don't worry, I got you princess." He smirked a little as he stood up and held you against his chest, gently caressing your hair and planting a soft kiss on your lips and then your forehead.

You were about to say something but stopped when you heard Gojo’s and Nanami’s voices outside.

“Have you seen Suguru or my sister anywhere? I can’t seem to find them.”

”No, the last time I saw her she was dancing with Sukuna.” Nanami added flatly.

“That bastard! I told him to stay away from her!”

You felt Geto tense a little against you. Yeah, Gojo was referring to Sukuna but he couldn’t help but feel like the shoe fit for him.

You heard the bathroom door open and close, letting you know that they had left and Geto looked down at you softly. Looking up at him, you finally open your mouth.

“What now?”

-> next chapter

⊹˚. ♡ A/N: I LIED, I ENDED UP WRITING AND UPDATING THE SAME DAY LRGOIEWFI- LMAO anyway hope you enjoyed! will update again soon x

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starsomens · 1 month

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Heeeey I hope you’re doing okay!

I just had get some smutty Noah thoughts of my chest and I thought you’d appreciate them! I needed to tell someone 😭

I can just see Noah coming home after tour, jet lagged, exhausted and little brain dead but he’s just missed you so damn much. It’s just supposed to be one kiss, a cute kiss but of course it never works like that. He’s missed his baby he just needs one more, and more and more until it leads to the bedroom because even though he’s tired he’s missed his girl more than exhaustion could stop him. And he just needs to taste you so fucking bad cause it’s been so long and he’s missed his favourite dessert. And of course because you’ve been living on the edge of anticipation for so long waiting for this moment, waiting have him back and between your legs everything just feels 10x more overwhelming. So fucking good just completely drunk on him you can’t stop moaning, pulling his hair, calling his name, pushing his face so deep into you you should be worried he can’t breath but you’re so lost in his touch you don’t care. It’s all so much and you’re so close. Then suddenly all you can feel is Noah chuckle and suddenly stop. Only teasing you with his fingers when you’re so fucking close and say ‘when did my baby get so damn needy huh?’

And all the pent up anticipation, being so close to where you’ve needed him to be for weeks to only be denied suddenly has you acting bratty. It was an innocent question on his part, enjoying your passion. But you can’t help let the words slip as you pout ‘since you decided to leave me for weeks on end with no attention. All I’ve had is my vibrator’ you whine. And you can see him hurt but Noah is too proud and petty to admit he’s jealous of a toy. A toy can’t replace his him. Could it? That’s when he turns. He wasn’t planning on torturing you tonight, he only wanted to savour the moment. He was going to let you cum and worship you but now, now you’ve fucked it. Noah stops completely. Instead he digs around in your drawer and pulls out your tiny purple vibrator and waves it in front of your face. ‘Is that so baby? This thing better than me huh? Kept you company when I couldn’t?’ And now you’re extra bratty tempting the bear. ‘Been so long I don’t think I even remember what your mouth feels like, maybe you’ll have to remind me.’ You pout harder trying to be a little endearing despite your combative tone.

‘Sorry baby but brats don’t get my tongue. Only good girls do.’ Instead he slowly turns on the vibrator and you instantly know what hes thinking. You begin to complain and argue. You want his mouth, no you need it but Noah won’t hear any of it. Instead he pins you down. One hand around your throat the other taking the vibrator to your core. He starts teasing you, starting slow, mocking you for keening at everything he does. At first you beg. ‘Please Noah I need you’ ‘No your mouth’ ‘please no it’s not enough’ but soon he’s pressing it hard to your clit and you can’t form a coherent sentence. Tears start to well in your eyes because it feels so good but it’s not the same. You waited so long for him, to feel him, every part of him and he’s denying you. It doesn’t take long you can’t hold it until you’re cumming hard but not how you wanted to. But he doesn’t stop. Even as you try to crawl away he just pins you down with his big ass body and keeps over stimulating you.

‘I thought you missed me baby, I thought you wanted this. Common I know you have another one in you give it to me princess’ and you do as tears steam down your face and your eyes roll back.

When he’s satisfied he turns it off and flings it on the floor before tightly gripping your hips and wasting no time thrusting into you. ‘Fuck this pussy is all mine’ ‘I’ve missed you so much baby’ ‘so tight can feel I haven’t stretched you out in a while’. And you’re just a mewling mess just so happy to have him in you again and touching you. It’s ecstasy and you’re both drunk on each other. Until finally he starts to falter, finishing deep inside you with a satisfied sigh. And he’s pulling you closer to his chest holding you tighter like you might suddenly slip away.

‘I’m sorry I got all bratty I know you don’t leave me because you want to. I’ve just really missed you, and not just this’ you hint to the sex, the feral leaving you but guilt starting to creep in.

‘It’s okay baby I know. I’ve missed you too and maybe fucking you too more than you know’

Maam-

I can’t even add to this cuz it’s complete

M A A M I JUST GOT TO WORK 😭

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cumikering · 6 months

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Alex Keller x reader 4

2.2k | soft smut, face riding, boobjob

You could get used to this (part 1)

This is the last one, I promise <3 @glitterypirateduck

Alex swore he’d never get tired of looking at you coming out of his shower. He lied in bed with a smile, a hand propping himself up, waiting for you to join him. The way your soft skin glowed, your cheeks rosy from the heat – he could get used to this. His shirt was the best thing you could ever wear.

You climbed into bed, pressing your forehead against his, eyes shut. He breathed deeply as his thumb caressed your cheek. Saturday nights spent at his apartment like so became a comfortable routine.

I wish you never have to leave.

Your hand snuck under his shirt, scratching his back and he let out a satisfied hum. You always knew how to make him feel good.

Just wanna stay like this forever.

His eyes opened to meet your smile. “Can we be more than this?” he breathed.

Wait, no. He wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. His heartbeat picked up.

“What do you mean?”

He knew you were teasing, but he lost his cool all the same.

“Nevermind,” he mumbled, rolling onto his back.

Your gaze softened as you hovered over him, cradling his face. “You can just ask, you know.”

“I’m scared you don’t feel the same,” he said, almost pleading.

“Should I be the one asking?” A finger trailed along his bearded jaw. “I don’t mind.”

“Do you want me? Do you want to be mine?” His voice heavy with hope.

“I thought I made it clear.” You smiled, rubbing his bottom lip with your thumb. “I do. I want you, Alex.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he said breathlessly.

He pulled you in by the waist, cupping your face with another hand. He took no time to part your lips, desperately wanting to feel your tongue on his. It felt like he’d waited forever to hear the words from you. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could still taste them on you.

Alex kneaded your hip, rolling you to you back without breaking the kiss. He climbed over you, his knee between your legs, grinding against your thigh. You hummed as he quickly hardened, groaning softly. It felt like he was constantly half hard around you, always a light touch or two away from being ready for you. Your hands slid under his shirt, roaming his powerful back.

“Are you mine?”

Your eyes shut as you savoured him. You hummed mindlessly.

“Tell me,” he said between kisses. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Alex,” you mustered, eyes half lidded.

His heart swelled with pride knowing he was the cause of the reaction. “Good.”

“Are you mine?” you said against his lips.

“Always been.”

You tugged at his shirt. He swiftly took it off before minding your attire. He took a moment admire your bare chest, your nipples hardened. Your gaze trailed down to his erection before tracing over his waistband, making his abdomen clench in anticipation.

Alex leaned into the crook of you neck, planting kisses down between your breasts, you fingers in his hair. From here under his lashes, you were more beautiful than he’d ever imagined. He moved his knee over, now caging you under him. He sucked on a nipple while gently pinching the other, earning him soft whimpers.

“Can I come on your beautiful tits?”

You hummed, eyes shut.

He went back up to the other side of you neck. “I want to taste you, make you come on my face,” he said between kisses, a hand kneading your ass.

“Please,” you pleaded, leading his hand to your waistband, watching him through half lidded eyes.

“You never have to beg with me. I’m yours.“

Kneeling before you, Alex took his time pulling your shorts down, revealing your underwear where a dark patch had formed. He planted kisses along your thigh and calf, before tossing the fabric aside. He watched closely as he spread your legs apart, revealing your glistening folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already. Did I do this?” he asked in a low voice, looking up to you briefly as you nodded, your lip between your teeth. “Such a pretty pussy. Is this all for me?”

He lied on his stomach and wrapped his arms around your soft thighs. He jerked you towards him, promptly kissing around your wet lips making you gasp.

“Tell me what to do. Want to make you feel good.” He kissed your nub before swirling around it, maintaining eye contact.

“Yes, keep going,” you said breathlessly, your fingers in his hair.

He picked up his pace, flicking continuously, occasionally licking all the way up from your leaking opening, collecting your juices on his tongue. He wasn’t shy at all about slurping you.

“Now, you, are delicious,” he said against your clit.

“Finger me.”

He wet a finger in his mouth before guiding it to your dripping opening, sliding right into you. He could feel how warm you were, how you clamped down on him. His cock twitched in his sweats.

Alex moved his hand back and forth, making you gasp. He watched as you threw your head back, whimpering softly, jaw slack. You squeezed your tits together, playing with your nipples.

“You look so good doing that. Fuck, I can’t wait to come on them.”

He pumped faster, the squelching audible, before leaning in again to purse your swollen nub with his lips. Your hips bucked under him as you moaned and moaned.

“Another finger?”

When you nodded, he pulled out, watching the line of your juices clung to his finger. He sucked it off, absolutely enjoying your taste, before inserting two fingers back in. He felt the resistance and yet you were so slippery that he plunged in immediately. He picked up his pace as his tongue found your clit.

You pulled him close, grinding into his face. “Faster, baby,” you choked out between your increasingly vocal moans.

The sounds you were making sounded too sweet, sending another jolt down his heavy cock. He humped the bed for much needed friction, causing him to grunt lowly.

It was your first time calling him baby. It was a simple gesture, yet the warmth spread in his chest.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed and pulled his waistband low enough to free his length. He hooked his arms over your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. His lips connected with your sopping pussy, looking up at you. He hummed as he jerked himself, fingers dripping with your slippery juices, imagining how wonderful it would feel to be in you, his aching cock drowned in you wetness.

Mirror on the side, you could see how Alex hunched over you, stroking himself frantically, head bobbing as he relentlessly ate you. He probably didn’t intend for you to see. It felt obscene, like it was private to watch him so eager for you, and yet you couldn’t look away.

You watched as his strong arm flexed around your thigh as he held you in place, how his hips bucked, fucking his own fist as he let out small moans against your pussy. The sight was so raw that it pushed you so close to you release.

“Al- you’re gonna make me come,” you said urgently.

He pulled away. “Not yet. Ride my face.”

He lied beside you and led you on top of him. You were hazy, palms against the wall behind the bed. Your pussy clenched from the delayed release, your juices mixing with his spit dripped down your thighs.

You barely settled over him when he pulled you down, his tattooed arms secure around your thighs, rocking you over him. You bit back a moan.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Want the neighbours to know I’m making you feel good.” He loved looking up at you like this. Your lips apart, panting, his name at the tip of your tongue. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.

You fisted his hair as you thrusted, head thrown back.

“Sorry, where are my manners. Shouldn’t be talking with my mouth full.”

His fingertips dug onto your thighs, helping you slide on his flicking tongue. When he sucked your clit, you cried out in pleasure, your thighs trembling.

“Come for me, want to taste you.” Another bead of precum dripped down his length. “I’m going to make you come again after this,” he said between licks.

“Oh- Alex, Alex, I’m coming,” you whined.

Your hips bucked, fingers pulling on his hair as your juices ran down his chin. He flicked languidly as you rode out your high before you pushed off him from over sensitivity. You lied beside him, your shaky thighs closed up haphazardly.

He sat up, grinning at you. You looked at him with lidded eyes, your sweet lips parted. You were absolutely gorgeous, blushing after your high, making him swell with pride.

“Was that good?” He rubbed your thigh.

“The best.” You cupped his face.

“I hope you know how much I enjoyed your pussy.” He gave you a chaste kiss. “You got me real thirsty. Need you to give me some more.”

You smiled, reaching for his cock and stroking it gently. “Do you still want to fuck my tits?”

“I only wanted to come on them, but fucking them would be even better.”

You led him to the edge of the bed, and you knelt on the floor between his muscular thighs. Alex propped his head up with pillows, eager to watch you leaning into his wanton cock as his fists clenched. Your hair fell around your face, brushing against his stomach. He gathered your hair, pulling it to one side as you kissed him all over his abdomen. His heavy cock leaked from the contact.

You licked along his length, from the wide base up to his tip before slipping his head into your hot mouth. He thrusted up into you, brushing against the roof of your mouth, finding the sight of your sweet lips wrapped around him incredibly sensual.

You moved up and down, spit pooling around his base, dribbling down to his balls. You worked your way lower and lower, revealing his glistening cock when you pulled away. After a few more attempts, he could tell you were struggling to get to the base, feeling you holding down your gag reflex.

He caressed your face. “Please, you don’t need to do that.”

“Want to make you feel good.” You stroked him as you swallowed.

“You make me feel good whatever you do. Don’t want to see you gag like that, please.”

You palmed the remaining juices from you pussy, smearing it all over his length. You pushed your tits together, engulfing him, before moving over his length. He groaned, watching how his tip disappeared with each stroke.

“You have a gorgeous cock. I love it in my mouth.” Your lips parted, sticking your tongue out.

He thrusted up, grunting as the tip of his throbbing cock rested against your hot, wet tongue. You flicked its underside and swirled over the head. His hips bucked with another sharp breath. It was just like what he always imagined.

“Oh shit,” he choked.

You held your gaze on him as you bounced, his cock peeking out each time. He loved how soft and full you tits were wrapped around him. His heart swelled seeing how willing you were to please him.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Spit on my cock.”

Not missing a beat, you obliged, making him slide in and out more easily.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He reached out to brush your lower lip with his thumb. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You tilted into his touch. “Come for me, Alex. Want you to come on my tits.” You pursed your lips around his thumb.

That pushed him over the edge. He groaned as his hips lifted to meet you. Thick ropes of come shot up to your neck before dribbling down your tits and fingers. You kept pumping at a steady pace, milking him dry.

He had a giddy smile as his breathing evened out. You sat next to him and reached over for some tissue on the nightstand. He beat you to it and cleaned you up, your chin and neck first down to your fingers, before wiping himself.

Alex pulled you to him as he lied back down. “That was lovely,” he said, kissing the top of your head, massaging the back of your thigh up to the swell of your ass. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You hummed, smiling against his chest. You traced mindless patterns over his tattoos down to his wrist before lacing your fingers with his. The both of you laid in silence, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing soothing against yours.

You looked up at his blue eyes gazing down on you, a faint smile on his lips.

You could get used to this.

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starlightandfairies · 2 months

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Hellooo ☺️ could I ask for an imagine where you're dating Elijah and you're the love of his life but one day you get in a bad fight over something stupid (maybe because he keeps you out of the Klaus dilemma to keep you safe, as you're human but you just feel left out), so it happens you leave your date night at his house all upset and crying. Which leads into a bad car accident where you get seriously injured and Elijah somehow feels that deep in his heart, searching for you immediately. He finds you, just to have you dying in his arms and he's feeling terrible, so he takes the decision and turns you into a Vampire, bringing you home. When you wake up, he explains all to you and you both feel bad for all that happened, but of course you're happy to be with him forever now and just fluff then ? I'd love some cute angsty Elijah ❤️ thank you Hun !

Description: Date night was supposed to be fun but instead turns into a night of pain and sorrow

Warnings: angst, car crash, arguing, death but transformed, fluff ending. She/her pronouns

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it and despite how angsty this was I really enjoyed writing it

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,856

First Person's POV

I don't know if I knew how today would end if I'd done anything differently, however, I don't know how today was going to end... so everything was out of my hands. I was currently on my way to the Mikaelson Mansion, driving there myself with a smile on my face, the anticipation killing me as I was desperate to get to Elijah to start our date night. Before I could even knock on the front door, Elijah opened it, a warm smile planted on his lips and he welcomed me in with open arms. I stood on my tippy-toes, grasping his face in mine, humming against his lips as he tenderly pressed a kiss against mine and blushed hearing his words.

"Good evening, my beloved. I've been waiting all day for this." Elijah's tone was always gentle with me, not once had he ever spoken sternly or harshly, he was a true gentleman and it was one of the main things I adored about the vampire and how he treated me.

"As have I, I think I spent an hour in the car waiting for when I could drive over." The soft chuckle that rumbled in his throat made the butterflies that lived in my belly awake. Elijah rested a kiss against my cheek, took my hand in his and started leading me towards the living room.

"Pizza?"

"I thought you liked pizza" He whispered, kissing the side of my forehead as we sat down together on the couch, I nodded leaning against him and inhaled deeply savouring the scent of his cologne that I could honestly just bathe in for the rest of my days.

"I do like pizza, it's just..."

"Just what?" He mused lightly, his thumb running across my knuckles, a loving smile stuck on his lips and his eyes staring into mine with adoration.

"Elijah Mikaelson, a thousand-year-old vampire, eating pizza? Just surprises me, I figured we'd have something a bit more sophisticated." The vampire shook his head, bringing me into his arms, his smile making me feel giddy and safe. He brought forward the box of my favourite pizza and rested a kiss on my shoulder.

"I thought tonight I could treat you to some comfort food, have a more easy-going night. Does that sound good?" I nodded to Elijah, thanking him for thinking of this for me and began eating. After dinner we began playing a card game, I fell into a trance as I fell into my thoughts. I wanted to bring it up, yet I feared that if I did that it might stir unwanted trouble.

"Y/N, what's going on through your head?" Elijah questioned, placing down his cards, his eyes boring into mine and he patiently awaited for me to do or say something. I hesitated for a moment, worried to confess this to Elijah, I knew that he's so understanding and so supportive but I just didn't know if I wanted to make anything bad.

"I want to help you... Elijah- you're always looking after me... let me help you with everything with Niklaus. Let me look after you and assist with this stuff. I might be able to help. I want to help." His features softened for a moment, and he paused for a moment, looking as if he were trying to find the best way to approach this.

"Y/N, I appreciate that you want to help, I can't let you get hurt. Don't ask again."

"But Elijah- why do you get to put yourself in harm's way but I can't? I want to help, I'm sick of always being left behind, worrying about whether or not I'm going to see you again." I questioned, irritated by his first answer, I'm glad he wants to keep me safe but I only want to help.

"Because I can't die. You're a human, you get thrown into a wall too harshly and you'd be dead in seconds." I knew his words were true, yet the way he said them, struck something within me, I pushed myself up and began walking closer to him.

"You can die! If you piss Niklaus off, there's always a chance he could take it too far! I've seen it happen and everyone is always coming after you, always trying to hurt you! What if one day someone does something? Niklaus puts you into your vampire coma? I can't lose you."

"And I can't lose you Y/N! You are the love of my life! You are my anchor! I will not lose you! Do not bring this up again! You are human, you are fragile and weak! You would not be able to do anything to help, you lack the skills that would keep you alive-" His tone was starting to make me want to flinch, the look in his eyes made some of my spark disappear, I could hear it as I spoke and I could feel the tears threatening to escape.

"But Elijah-"

"No buts! Y/N I will only say this once more! Do not bring this up again, I do not care if you just want to help. There will not be anything that you could possibly do, you are just a human, nothing more than that. That is all you ever will be! I will not hear anymore of this!" Each time he shouted, made me flinch, made the walls break and the tears come on rapidly, I stood frozen for a moment and swiftly moved to start getting my things. I couldn't be here, not now and not like this.

"Y/N where are you going?" Elijah questioned, his tone not as harsh as before but that tone was lingering and I couldn't bear to see what his face was showing.

"I'm going home." I left it at that, closing the door behind me and dashed for my car. The sobs finally escaped, my tears blurred my vision, I could hardly see what I was driving on on the best of days, so not wanting to cause any harm to myself I pulled over and put on my headlights so I could be seen by any other driver.

I wrapped my arms around myself, crying out as everything just came raining down on me, I hated that I let myself react this way, I hated that Elijah raised his voice at me and I hated that this got blown over worse than it should've. I couldn't stop the tears, I couldn't bring myself any comfort other than hugging myself.

The last thing I saw was lights pouring into the driver's side before everything went black.

Elijah's POV

As soon as Y/N left, the regret came, I felt so guilty and it ached so much seeing her try to conceal the emotions, hide the pain and make everything seem okay. I left instantly in search of her, I could feel that something wasn't right... I could feel that she wasn't okay and that it wouldn't be something good.

A truck was on its side, glass all across the road, I saw another car on its roof, one side of the car was completely dented in and noticing the number plate I knew... I just knew that it was Y/N's car. I ran over to the driver's side, fear invading me as she hung awkwardly against the seatbelt, the sight and the smell of the blood broke my heart. Her head was bleeding, her stomach was bleeding and the wounds looked extensive. I proceeded to pull her out of the car, already hearing her heart becoming less and less prominent.

The gash across her stomach frightened me; I felt awful, awful knowing that we left things on a fight, we hardly ever fought and seeing her so fragile, her sparkle gone and her gorgeous personanlitiy fading away. I couldn't lose her, I refuse to lose her. Before her heart stopped for good, I bit into my, feeding my blood to her and begging that she would come back to me.

"Please- please, don't leave me.. I can't lose you... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please don't go." I begged, clutching her to my chest, watching as my tears hit her skin and the blood continue to pour from her body. I took her home, watching her like a hawk, hoping that my blood would heal her and that I would be able to have her in my life.

It wasn't until the morning that she finally awoke, her eyes found mine, Y/N pushed herself up and grabbed my hands. Staring at me with worry in her eyes, I grabbed her hands, hating to tell her that she was on her way to becoming a vampire if she has some blood. We never spoke about what would happen in a situation like this and I hated forcing her to need to choose between two extreme options.

"I had to feed you my blood, I'm sorry... Y/N if you want to-" Her arms wrapped around my me, she curled into my side, sobbing and staying latched onto me with tears continuing to leave her gorgeous eyes.

"I don't want to die. Please, I want to be like you, I'll have blood. I'll become a vampire." Even though I would do whatever I could to look after her, I was so happy that she chose to complete the transformation. I made it my mission to get blood into her before I began explaining everything.

"Elijah- I'm, I'm so sorry. I should never-"

"No, no my beloved, don't apologise... please don't apologise. I'm sorry, I should never have raised my voice I never should have spoken to you like that. Please, please would you ever be able to forgive me?" She nodded, smiling and placed herself in my lap. I kissed her forehead, and wrapped my arms around her body. Clinging onto this moment, hoping that nothing bad would happen, she kissed my chin and fiddled with my hands and stared at me with curiousity in her eyes.

"Teach me how to do all the tricks and everything? Find me a pretty daylight ring? The others have such ugly looking ones." I chuckled, nodding and my lips against her palm. I held it against my chest, happier than I ever have been, thankful that I got to her in time and could save her.

"I will teach you how to do everything, I will get you the prettiest ring and we'll be together in this. I won't let you be hurt by me, never again. I swear it." I promised, bringing her to face me, wanting her to know just how much I wanted to stick by my words.

"I love you Elijah."

"I love you to my love."

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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For Eternity. (A Sequel to The Orange.)

You and Jake share an orange. He's never loved you more.

This is a sequel to The Orange, but can absolutely be read as a stand alone <3

Pairing - Jake Seresin x female reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - Cursing, a little smooching

Word Count - 2614

Author's Note - hi, me again. I hope you enjoy this part 2 of The Orange. I loved that first fic so much, and whenever I go to write Jake, it seems to occur in that universe, so I thought why not make a sequel just as sweet as the first. as always, requests or thoughts, send them my way. all my love x

Masterlist. Requests.

Jake Seresin has always been an awful dancer. Like, seriously, genuinely, terrible. It was one of the main reasons, it turns out, that you fell in love with him.

Upon first glance, Jake seems perfect. Ken Doll perfect. Cover of Vogue perfect. Carved by the Gods perfect. He’s stunningly handsome, ridiculously charming, and one of the best fighter pilots the US Navy has ever seen. He seems almost too good to be true.

Then you see him dance. And you realise that maybe he isn’t quite as perfect as you first thought. It makes you love him 10 times more.

It hasn’t stopped him, though. The two of you have spent countless nights gliding around your kitchen in your socks, slipping this way and that, jumping to the beat of the 90’s R&B that Jake loves so much. On more than one occasion, he’s twirled you around like a ballerina in a music box, sending you both flying precariously into the counters. Strong arms come up to wrap around your middle, steadying you always. He’ll never let you fall.

You didn’t realise that it was possible to fall more in love with someone every day. You can’t help but ask yourself – when does it end? When will my cup finally be full? When will I reach the limit?

Jake pulls you back every time he can see you floating away.

He holds your hand, looks at you with those aquamarine eyes of his.

He says, “I love you,” but really, he means - love is not a finite resource.

He kisses your forehead, but he’s telling you - your cup can never be full. It’ll just keep spilling over.

His soft lips find yours, and he’s promising – our love will keep expanding forever. It’ll take over the universe and everything will be beautiful.

You’re convinced you must have been a saint in a previous life to be loved like this now. You didn’t know that a human being could love another human being so unconditionally, so completely, until you met Jake.

Sitting at the bar that day, all those years ago, your universe cracked and shifted. Juice from the orange still sticky on your fingers as you dug them into Jake’s cheeks, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Salt on your skin mixing with his as you pressed your foreheads together. Citrus on your lips where Jake had licked into your mouth. It was as if the Gods above had placed the blond man in front of you and said here. Have something good for once.

You knew, from that moment on, that you would never take him for granted. No one gets to love like this. No one gets to be loved like this. It’s rare, and it’s beautiful, and it’s a gift to be unwrapped and savoured every single day. Which exactly what the two of you have done.

The minute Jake had kissed you, sitting on those bar stools, orange peel filling the air with the scent of a promise, the two of you had become inseparable.

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After every late night shift at The Hard Deck, Jake would be waiting for you, leaning against the back door with a smirk on his face that said he knew something you didn’t. He’d pull you in to him, press his chest against yours, and inhale, as if it was the first breath he’d taken all day. Then he’d push you up against the side of the bar and kiss you stupid, until you both felt drunker on love than any alcohol could ever manage. He’d pull away and beam at you with that million dollar smile of his, before slipping his hand into yours and walking you the scenic route home, just so he could have an extra 10 minutes in your presence.

This routine was a daily occurrence, until one evening, you decided the fleeting kisses weren’t enough. He walks you home, right up to your front door, and presses his lips to yours in a goodbye. Just as he goes to turn on his heel, you grab him by his belt loops and pull him closer.

“Don’t go,” you whisper against his mouth. “Need you to love me a little more.”

His eyes blow wide, and for a split second he looks like a deer in headlights. Then, regaining his composure, he finds his confidence again.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Yeah, Jake,” you sigh, still millimetres from his lips. “Want to feel you.”

How can he say no to that, when you’re saying his name so pretty?

He shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear. Placing his hand gently on your throat, he murmurs,

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Been waiting my whole life for you.”

He opens the front door behind you and walks you backwards into your house. You don’t make it more than 3 steps inside before he has your shirt over your head, kicking his shoes off at the same time.

“Don’t know how I lived without this. Can’t get enough,” he tells you. He’s looking at you so intently, you feel the sudden urge to burst into tears. The love you have for each other is filling the room, making it hard to breathe. It surrounds you, fills your lungs, makes you feel like you’re both floating. He pulls you back to his lips as if you’re his oxygen, his life source, his sanity.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I want to tell you that I love you, but it doesn’t feel like enough.”

“Enough?” you question.

“Love isn’t a big enough word. It doesn’t even begin to describe whatever it is I’m feeling. I’m going crazy with it, sweetheart. I can’t breathe without you. I don’t want to.”

You exhale. It’s as if he’s read your mind.

“Love will have to do,” you tell him. “It’s the only word we have for now.”

He’s kissing you again, hands tangled in your hair, body pressing into yours. You’re vaguely aware that you’re both swaying, too in love to stand still. It’s thrumming though your veins, keeping you levitating above ground.

“It’s everything,” he says when he pulls back for air. “You’re everything.”

You figured that eventually, the electricity in your bones would calm down. That in time, the love would level out, and wouldn’t feel so all consuming.

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It’s been two years, and as you sit on the third floor balcony watching Jake dance with his nieces below you, you’re worried that you might spontaneously combust. The love has only got stronger with each passing day, lighting your world and guiding you through. Your body is alive with it – it’s like you’re invincible. Jake’s love is a shield, protecting you, like a forcefield.

He still can’t dance, though.

He’s picking up the youngest girl, Hailey, and spinning her around, throwing her up into the air as she squeals with delight. Of course, he then turns to Ava, and does the same to her, both of them revelling in being the centre of their Uncle Jake’s attention. He has that ability. When Jake’s focus is solely on you, it feels like you’re the only person in the world.

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That first day that Jake walked into The Hard Deck, he strolled over to the bar with the confidence of 10 men and ordered a beer from you. He gazed into your soul with those ocean blue eyes, and you could have sworn the rest of the room faded away. You’re still not sure if you were looking at each other for 5 seconds or 5 minutes. All you knew was that no one had ever been able to see you so transparently before. It was as if he was reading you like a book, with no judgment whatsoever. He saw you exactly as you were. And he loved you for it.

You’ve confessed to him the worst parts of yourself, your secrets, your desires, your worries, your shame, your hopes, your dreams – everything. And he listens. He watches you with those careful eyes, nods his head, asks all the right questions. He listens like there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than talking to you. The rarity isn’t lost on you. This never happens to girls like you, you think. But that’s where you’re wrong. Because Jake Seresin loves you so much that sometimes it sweeps him off his feet. Sometimes, he has to hold onto something and steady himself because the force of his feelings for you sends him into a tailspin. The adrenaline of flying a plane is one thing, but that warmth he gets in his chest when you beam a smile at him is a complete other. No jet manoeuvre could ever give him the headrush that you do when you wink at him across a crowded room. Yes, Jake Seresin used to be a notorious ladies man – a player, a heartbreaker, a sneak out of bed before breakfast kind of guy.

But that’s because he was waiting for you. His whole life, he’s been waiting for you.

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You’re so lost in your thoughts that it takes you a moment to come back to reality. When you do, you look down and realise that Jake is no longer on the dance floor. Hailey and Ava are back with their parents, the four of them dancing and spinning to the beat, laughing as they go. The blond hair, the blue eyes, the cheeky grins – it almost feels like a vision of the future. Jake looks just like his sister, and her daughters look just like her. You know the Seresin genes are strong – yours wouldn’t stand a chance.

The evening is beginning to settle. The sun is setting, and a slight breeze blows the trees. Everyone is still dancing, singing and laughing, and the sound of it floats upwards towards where you’re sat smiling through the balcony railings. You wish you had a camera – but you also know no photograph could ever capture the joy that radiates around this beautiful setting. The lights on the barn twinkle as the dusk creeps in, illuminating the faces of the people you love the most. Bradley, Natasha and Bob are dancing, if you can call it that, while Javy, Reuben and Mickey are stood a short distance away, smiling at them like idiots. If you could freeze time, you would. You’re not sure any moment will ever be as perfect as this one.

You feel his presence before you hear him. Warmth appears in the doorway behind you, and you know without looking that it’s Jake. You can smell the familiar scent of salt, sunshine, and sandalwood. The smell of home.

“Hi, Mrs Seresin.”

He hasn’t come into your eyeline yet, but you can hear the grin on his face. He can’t see it, but you’re wearing a matching one.

“Hi, husband.”

He steps onto the balcony, and wraps his strong arms around your middle, pressing his nose into the junction of your shoulder and inhaling.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you calling me that.”

He scatters kisses along your shoulder, up your neck, and onto your cheek, chuckling as he feels you giggle against him. He turns you in his arms so you’re facing each other.

“Got worried for a sec. Thought maybe you’d bolted.”

He nudges his nose against yours, megawatt smile still plastered on his face.

“After I’d married you? What would be the point in that? If I was gonna run, I’d have done it before we said I do.”

He pinches your sides lightly, making you yelp, both of you laughing. The sound of it echoes through the air, the soundtrack to your evening.

“You okay?” he asks genuinely, eyes scanning over your face. The softness of it makes you want to melt.

“Of course I am. Just wanted to take a minute. Savour the moment, you know.”

He nods back at you, and presses his lips to yours. No matter how many times you kiss Jake, you can never get enough. You’re always begging each other for just one more. You’d stay here with your mouth on his forever if you could. You can only hope that when your time comes, you take your last breath with your lips pressed to his – a last image of your love.

“I brought you a gift,” he says when he pulls away.

He retreats into the room, and comes back with an orange in his hand. A bright, beautiful, bold ball of light in his palm. A promise.

A tear escapes your eye at the gesture. Oranges became something sacred to the both of you after that first one you shared on the bar of The Hard Deck. Neither of you can eat them in everyday life anymore. They’re solely reserved for special occasions, momentous moments.

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When Jake proposed to you in the dim light of your kitchen on a random Friday evening, you knew your answer immediately. You’d been dancing around, swaying in each other’s arms, when all of a sudden, he stopped moving and looked you dead in the eyes.

“Marry me,” he said with so much assurance it made you dizzy. Like he’d never been surer of anything.

“You are the love of my goddamn life, honey. I always thought soulmates were a thing of fiction, and then I walked into The Hard Deck that night and I just knew. You started peeling that orange that day and I just knew. I am going to love you for eternity – there’s no doubt about that. So, marry me. Marry me, baby.”

You jumped into his arms and kissed him so hard that the both of you fell to the floor, laughing on the cold kitchen tiles.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” you replied between kisses.

He beamed at you with a grin so bright you were worried the lightbulbs were going to shatter. You were sure yours was just as sparkling.

Jake rose from his place on the ground, reaching up for something on the counter. A part of you wonders if it’s a ring, but then he produces something better. An orange. The brightest, ripest, most promising piece of fruit you’ve ever seen.

You split it while sitting on the kitchen tiles, drunk off each other, leaning into Jake’s side like you can’t get close enough. You’re convinced it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.

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Now, Jake starts to peel the orange, before pausing and shrugging off his suit jacket. God, he looks so handsome in his tuxedo. You think he looks beautiful no matter what he wears, but there’s something about that man in a suit that makes your knees want to give out.

He places the jacket over your lap.

“Don’t want you getting orange juice on that pretty white dress,” he smiles, resuming his place next you.

He peels the fruit and splits it in half with practised precision. Almost like he’s done this before.

You eat your halves in silence. No words are needed. You love Jake, and Jake loves you, and today all of the people you both love most in the world got to watch you declare that to each other. And now here you are, sharing an orange with the man you’re going to share oranges with for eternity.

Jake Seresin is in love with you. Nothing else matters.

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Forbidden Fruit - Part XVIII

Part I

Without thinking about it Chilchuck reached out to cup a pale cheek with his hand, feeling the rough scratch of stubble against his palm and fingertips. Laios leaned into the touch as if he were starving, lashes fluttering as his eyes slipped closed. Despite his wide shoulders and impressive build he looked fragile. A frail, breakable, helpless little thing in Chilchuck's hands.

"Alright, we will do this once, stick to the plan, and then never speak of it again. Do you understand?"

Chilchuck felt his stomach turn, a sour taste on his tongue.

Laios would have agreed to anything at that moment and Chilchuck had been happy to accept his blind agreement. After all he thought it the quickest way to get rid of these distracting thoughts and scratch an annoying itch. As for Laios, well ... he had a little crush. It was innocent, fleeting. Puppy love. Nothing to write home about. Nothing that would stay.

Except that it was and it did. It would.

The proof had been in every second they spent together tonight. In the way Laios had looked at him, touched him, held him, kissed him. It was in the way he knelt for him and curled into him right now, savouring every little touch he could get. Knowing this was almost over and he had to take in what he could.

Chilchuck had never wanted to but there was no denying he held Laios' beating heart between his palms.

And even though the thought terrified him to no end and left him sick to his stomach ... there was no part of him that did not want to treat that heart gently. Even if it would leave him shaking every step of the way.

"Hey there", he mumbled, voice thick as he reached out with the other hand to cradle Laios' other cheek, pulling him just a bit closer as golden eyes fluttered open. "Don't look like that, stranger. This was ... fun. I wouldn't mind doing it again."

A flurry of emotions danced across Laios' features. Confusion, disbelief, hope, longing, doubt...

"But ... but you said..."

"I know what I said. But I think ... I changed my mind."

Even more emotions, more confusion, more disbelief, more giddy excitement.

Chilchuck's stomach was twisting but he owed Laios gentle hands and honesty. Also bluntness.

"I can't promise you anything", he said firmly, freezing Laios' expression in careful attentiveness. "But maybe we can start by ... forgetting about the whole never speak of it again thing?"

"Yes", Laios agreed immediately, eyes wide as he nodded. "Yes I ... I would love to speak of it again! I would, uh ... love doing it again! I ... I really like..."

"I know", Chilchuck interrupted him quickly. He could not hear it yet. Knowing was already enough to almost make him throw up. "I know and that's ... alright. I just need time, yes? We have to take it slow."

Considering his words Laios gave a slow, thoughtful nod.

"Yes, of course." Then an almost imperceptible smile snuck onto his lips, a glint in his eye. Sly and mischievous. "Half-foot steps."

"Do you want to die?", Chilchuck roared but his brief puff of anger disappeared with the first sounds of Laios' laughter ringing clear and carefree between them, cheeks scrunching up below his palms.

"Sorry, sorry", Laios said, raising his hands to cup Chilchuck's much smaller ones. "Slow sounds good. Anything you need."

"We need to figure out how to navigate this. Especially when it comes to the party. I won't let this impact our work."

A hum, a nod of agreement.

"You will figure something out", Laios said, complete trust in his words. "We do whatever you need us to do. But..."

"But?" The question was somewhat distracted as Chilchuck's brain began ticking away, already trying to wrap around this strange, new situation and how to best work with it.

"But can that be a question for tomorrow? I want ... I don't know. Can we just be ... close? For a bit longer?"

Watching Laios fumble through his needs was way too endearing. Chilchuck could not help but open his arms for the bumbling idiot.

"Come here."

As Laios shot up to wrap strong arms around him and bury a gleeful grin against his neck the only feeling left in Chilchuck's stomach was warm, bubbling contentment.

The End

#chilaios #laichil #chilchuck tims #laios touden #dunmeshi #powerbottom chil #servicetop laios #aaaaand we're done #this was not planned this way #but i had loads of fun #thanks to everyone sticking around and checking the updates #i see you and i love you #keep your eyes peeled for this to go up on ao3 soon

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acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies · 5 months

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Hi, could I request a Bodhi fluff prompt number 1? I think it would be something he would say to his partner, since Xaden mentionned that Bodhi was possesive in Iron flame when he saw Violet wearing his flight jacket.

I hope you don't mind that I'm joining your two requests together 💕

Second request: "Hi! Could I request a Bodhi smutt prompt 31? Like maybe he came to visit after graduating Basgiagth? Thanks in advance, there's not enough Bodhi fics :))"

Missed You

Bodhi Durran x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, fluff, breeding kink?

Prompts: Fluff - "You look really good in my clothes”, Smut - "Show me how much you missed me.”

Summary: Bodhi was stationed a post far away from you, and you hadn't expected him back so early. He intends to show you just how much he has missed you.

a/n: i agree, bodhi does not get enough love, i haven’t read fourth wing or iron flame in a while so sorry if things aren’t exactly the same 🫶🏻 as always unedited

I stand in the kitchen, with my hands on my hips, my eyes glaring at the ingredients I have laid out on the counter. Bodhi is coming home tonight after 2 months stationed at some post.

Gods I missed him.

“I could make a cake,” I mumble to myself.

No, I’ve done that too many times.

I continue glaring at the ingredients as if they have some hidden answer in them.

“Fuck it I’m making the cake,”

I had just put the cake in the oven, elbows deep in flour.

The door unlatched but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of the tap running.

“Hi my love,” I hear a deep voice behind me. Gasping, I run to Bodhi, jumping into his arms.

Kissing him hard on the lips, I savoured the taste of him. His strong arms wrapped under my thighs to hold me up. Pulling away, I try to catch my breath from that knee weakening kiss.

If Bodhi hadn’t been holding me, I definitely would’ve fallen.

“Missed you” he mumbles against my lips, I giggle and whisper “I missed you too baby”.

“Oh shit I have flour all over me,” I stammered, “I’m gonna get it all over your clothes”.

“I don’t care,” he retorts pulling me closer “Did you know how beautiful you look?” he gazes deep into my eyes. “Even like this?” I chuckle.

“Especially like this, makes me wanna get you all nice and round with my kids,” he groans out.

“What are we waiting for then Lieutenant, show me how much you missed me,” I commanded.

A cheeky grin crosses his lips, “Gladly”.

Gripping onto his shirt, I yelp as he carries me over his shoulders and runs up the stairs and to our bedroom.

"Bodhi, I swear to fucking god if you drop me, I'll gut you," my head bobbles as his grip on my thighs tightens. I gulp at the feeling, hopefully he doesn't notice.

"Have more faith in me darling," his hand loosens and just as I'm about to start yelling again it comes in contact with my ass, a loud slap echoing.

"Bodhi!" I gasp, about to lecture him again when I realise that I can pinch his butt.

And that's exactly what I do. His reaction is more milder to mine, probably because he isn't being carried over someone's shoulder.

"Didn't know you were an ass kind of lady, sweetheart," he chuckles.

"It's hard not to be when my husband has such fat ass," I grin.

He pushes me against the door and kisses me hard. His lips find mine in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lingering touch conveying the depth of his longing. The intensity of his desire for me is palpable as he holds me tightly, cherishing the moment of reunion after being apart for so long.

I deepen the kiss, my lips hungry and insistent against his. With a firm yet gentle touch, he begins to skillfully remove my clothing, his hands tracing the curves of my body with reverence. Each garment falls away, revealing my bare skin to his hungry gaze.

As my body is exposed to him, he takes a moment to stare at me. "Bloody hell, you're stunning," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine awe. The way his skin glows under the dim light, the way my curves beckon him closer, it's all too tempting to resist.

I begin to rid him of his own clothing, each piece discarded with urgency. The room fills with the sound of fabric hitting the ground as the anticipation builds between us. I pull away from the kisses, admiring the sight of Bodhi towering over me.

Closing the distance between us, I pull him into another passionate kiss, our bodies pressed together. My hands roam his exposed skin, exploring every inch with a mix of passion and hunger. The heat between us intensifies, and I can feel the electricity building in the air as our desire intertwines.

In this moment, there's nothing else that matters. It's just him and me, consumed by a primal need for each other.

"Please Bodhi I need you" I whimper out.

He pauses for a moment, his intense gaze locked with mine. I can see the raw desire in his eyes, the vulnerability in my plea. A flicker of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans in closer, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

"You need me that bad love?" he responds, my tone laced with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction. "Well, lucky for you, I'm right here."

Without further hesitation, he guides us towards the bed, his touch firm and commanding. Bodhi presses me down onto the mattress, his body hovering above mine. My hands roam his body, igniting every nerve with a teasing touch. I can sense his anticipation, his craving for the connection we share.

Leaning in, I capture your lips once more in a searing kiss, my tongue dancing with his. I can feel the urgency building as our bodies meld together, the heat between us becoming undeniable. With each touch, each caress, he makes it clear that he's here to fulfill my every desire.

"Tell me, love," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. I'll take you to places you've never been before."

"I want you in me, Bodhi" I whine out.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he hears my plea. The sound of my need ignites a primal hunger within him, pushing him further into his dominant nature. Bodhi positions himself between my legs, my gaze locked with his as he slowly enters me, inch by inch.

"You want me in you, love?" he growls, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You're going to get exactly what you need."

With each thrust, our connection deepens, savoring the way his cock hits that spot in me. My moans and whimpers echo in the room, fueling his desire to give me pleasure beyond measure. He sets a rhythm, his movements steady and powerful, ensuring that every stroke hits the right spot.

As he watches I surrender to the pleasure, he praises me in his rough, sex-laced voice. "That's it, love. Take me. Take all of me," he encourages me, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and adoration. "You feel fucking amazing. So tight and wet for me."

He continues to move within me, my hands scratching into your back, pulling him impossibly close to me. I revel in the feeling of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of pleasure.

"You were made for this, love," Bodhi whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Made to take my cock. To be fucked by me. You're doing such a good job."

I lose myself in the moment, completely consumed by the passion between us, as we both chase the peak of pleasure, the world around us fading into oblivion.

"Fuck, I'm so close, Bodhi," I moan out.

I can feel the build-up of pleasure coursing through our bodies, the tension reaching its peak. His grip on my hips tightens as he quickens the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, fueled by my desperate moans and pleas for release.

"Give in, love," he growls, his voice filled with a mix of need and dominance. "Let go for me. Come undone."

He continues to drive into me, his movements becoming more relentless, chasing both our climaxes. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh agains flesh, the intoxicating symphony of pleasure.

As I feel the waves of pleasure crash over me, I can no longer hold back. I let go, my release washing over me in a powerful surge. "Fuck, Bodhi," I moan, my voice filled with satisfaction. "Shit".

I watch as his body tenses, his groans growing louder as Bodhi reaches his own climax.

"You're beautiful when you come," he whispers in my ear, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."

We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath of our passionate union. The room is filled with heavy breaths and the lingering scent of our desire, a testament to the intensity of our connection.

As we come down from our high, he gathers me in his arms, holding me close. "You were made for this, love," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "You're mine, now and always."

Bodhi got up to clean us off, he comes back with a t shirt of his own and put it over me. "You look really good in my clothes," he grins.

"Can't say the same for you,"

a/n hope u liked this, the cakes probably burnt😭💀

#bodhi durran #bodhi durran x reader #fourth wing #fourth wing smut #rebecca yarros #acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies #iron flame #iron flame smut #the empyrean #smut #the empyrean series #post fourth wing #post iron flame

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 21 days

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Cloudy With a Chance of Murder.

Part I: leaving the crime scene.

Part II: the phone call.

Part III: a visit to the morgue.

Part IV: the lunch break.

Part V: lunch part II.

Part VI: the perfect cover.

Part VII: the storage closet.

They passed the elevators and scurried down the small corridor that led to an old storage closet. He opened the door, pulled her inside and closed the door behind them, plunging them into darkness.

"I didn't fully think this through," he commented.

Beckett couldn't help but smile and - for just a brief moment - she was thankful for his blunder and the fact that they stood in the dark: she didn't want him thinking he was off the hook that easy.

"Hope you're not claustrophobic," she snarked.

"Kate-" His hands found her hips and she sucked in air, not having expected the touch. "I was put on the spot and, in a moment of panic, I thought I had found a perfect cover," he explained.

The sincerity of his voice crumbled her defenses in an instant and she reached out for him, curled her fingers around the material of his shirt.

"It was never my intention to upset you," he assured her.

"I know."

He inched closer, towering over her so the bold outline of his body was all she could see, all she could feel.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, bringing one hand up to cup her cheek.

"I know," she whispered back.

Castle pressed his forehead to hers and they stood for a moment in stillness and in silence, just basking in this private moment. In the freedom of this touch, the freedom she had missed so much more than she had expected she would.

"I missed you last night," she confessed. "My fault, I know."

But Castle shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "Not your fault. I'll call and cancel."

His hand moved from her cheek to comb through her hair, then fell back to her waist.

"Don't." She sighed. "You're right; it's a good cover."

"I said perfect cover," he corrected. Sensing her frown, he continued, "but good works, too."

Again, she smiled. And again, she was grateful for the cover of darkness so he wouldn't think he was off the hook.

"Just promise me one thing," she bargained. "Don't be too charming."

"That's like asking the sun not to shine-"

"Humble," she muttered sarcastically.

"But, for you, I'll try."

"Okay, well, maybe just one more thing?"

"Anything," he promised.

She covered his hand with hers, guided it down her hip and around to rest on her ass.

Then she slowly leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Just keep in mind what will be waiting for you when you get home."

The growl that came from Castle was guttural, primal. It sparked something within her, something that told her to throw caution to the wind (not that she was being particularly cautious to begin with) and, so, she did exactly that.

She reached up, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled herself up onto her tiptoes. He met her in the middle and their mouths clashed in a heated, impassioned kissed. In the dark, her hands found the buttons of his shirt and made quick work of undoing them. She flattened her palms to his abs and smoothed them over his chest, savouring the warmth of his skin under her touch.

Two small steps was all it took to have her back pressed against one of the shelves that lined the walls and she grunted on impact. But Castle didn't stop, couldn't stop. His hand slipped under the material of her shirt, roamed freely until he reached the rough lace of her bra. He cupped his hand over her breast and she arched into him. Her head dropped back against the shelf behind her and sighed as he ghosted his thumb over her sensitized skin.

Castle dropped a kiss to her throat, to her jaw, to the ticklish spot just below her ear and then whispered to her, "I love you, Kate. You're all I will ever need-" A kiss to her jaw. "or want." A kiss to her chin. "Ever." A kiss to her lips.

As their tongues danced, her mind screamed for her to stop. She had very strict rules against this kind of thing: at work, she was a professional. Nothing about this was even remotely close to those standards but she couldn't bring herself to care. She regretted that she let some irrational insecurity keep them apart last night; the first time since she showed up at his door, drenched and desperate to fight for one last chance. She regretted that she had been so angry at him and that her anger had momentarily clouded her mind of what she knew to be true: Castle wanted her. Only her. And right now, despite her own rules, she wanted him too: more than ever before.

"Yeah, I'll get it!"

They heard the faint, muffled sound of a voice from the other side of the door and they both froze in fear. Time seemed to move impossibly slow and yet entirely too fast as they heard the doorknob rattle and twist. Light began to leak through the crack of the door as it creaked open just an inch and Beckett pushed Castle off of her: not that the extra ten inches of space between them would make any difference at all. There was no time to button Castle's shirt, no explanation for the state of Beckett's mussed hair or the very telling swell of their lips.

No, there was no getting out of this one. They were busted.

"Hold on!" They heard another voice, and the door stopped moving.

Castle stepped forward, pressed his body against Beckett's again in hopes to not be seen through the small gap in the only slightly ajar door.

"Pretty sure they dumped it with Robbery," the second voice said. "Check the storage on third."

Today, luck was on their side. The door closed and they were left in darkness once more.

They both exhaled a heavy, held-for-too-long breath and Castle let out a relieved chuckle.

"It's not funny," Beckett scolded as she combed her fingers through her hair.

Rick fumbled with his buttons. "I know, I know. I'm so sorry."

But after a second, she laughed too. Simply because the overwhelming relief that flooded through her needed an outlet.

As soon as he was satisfied with his blind attempt at buttoning his shirt, Castle placed his hands on Beckett's hips and rested his forehead against hers. Together, they took a deep breath.

"Shit," she said as she exhaled. "That was too close."

"We gotta stop," Castle agreed.

"No more. Not here, not anywhere that isn't either the loft or my apartment. We can't afford to get caught."

"Agreed."

And it was the first logical decision they'd made thus far.

Just when they thought they were safe, the door opened again.

They both turned; their horror so evident on their faces.

LT shook his head, looked at them like a disapproving father.

"You two have got to get your shit together," he warned them. Then he pointed to something behind Beckett's head. "Can you pass me that box? Garcia is looking for it."

In that moment, they both realised that the second voice they could hear had been LT.

He saved their asses.

He knew.

Castle grabbed the box from behind Beckett and passed it to LT.

"Thank you," Beckett whispered, still a little too shocked to really process what was happening.

LT smiled. "You should go before someone wanders past and starts asking questions."

#BUSTED!!!#my drabbles #kate beckett #richard castle #caskett #castle #kate beckett x richard castle #castle fanfiction #castle fanfic #I just had to have LT in here somewhere. I love LT. I think he is an undervalued character.#and you just know their secret is safe with him

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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years

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Hello, handsome. x Trafalgar D. Law ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

(part 2)

hullo! as anticipated, here's the law piece I've been working on the past few days. i love every word - it all started as pure brain rot and ended up in.. this. i hope this will make up for my absence!

warnings: nsfw is implied but nothing more! spoiler free.

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It all started with an innocent invitation to Law's office a few weeks ago, to discuss the next steps of the alliance between the straw hats and the heart pirates and better define you mode of attack. Now you were in his ship, carefully hidden in the depth of the sea, making a mess on Law's desk.

His usually meticulously tidy paperwork was now everywhere - on the floor, under you. Some of it even got ripped but neither of you cared; you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. The sexual tension was stronger than your survival instincts, and meetings to organise a war ended up with Law being inside you, making you his.

Casual meetings became a daily routine, and daily routines became midnight talkings. Both of your crews won't see you for days, whilst the two of you were simply tangled together in his bed or on the floor of his studio. Before you could even realise it, your little runaways for a quickie became hours spent together, cuddling each other and sharing your deepest thoughts.

Law was getting used to see you walk around his ship, wearing nothing but one of his shirt - everything about it felt just right. He often wondered why would you ever join the straw hat pirates; you didn't belong there. He was crazy about you, to the point where he was willing to try everything to make you stay - even if that mean being as reckless as your captain. Maybe, Law thought, if he could show you he could be a better leader, you would give up Luffy and his stupid dream and just sail the sea with him instead.

Wrapping his arm around you, Law made you brought you closer to him, letting your back rest against his bare chest. Snuggling his head between your neck and shoulders, he started leaving gentle kisses all around the area, the beard on his chin lightly tickling you.

"Hello handsome." you giggled, turning around to face him but still remaining in his arms. Dragging the blankets over both of you, you rested your head on his chest.

"Hello." he replied, a soft smile forming on his face.

It had been three days since the two of you hid in the ship. Staying under the sea somehow dilated time, with little to no light coming out from the little portholes. But he knew you eventually had to go back to the surface and come up with a good excuse for your absence. For now, however, he just wanted to savour this moment. He loved holding you in his arms, the way your bare skin touching his almost felt like a like an electric shock being directly sent through every nerve in his body.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, gently caressing your shoulders, letting his rough hands travel on your body.

"Like a baby." you reply proudly, kissing his chest and enjoying his soft attentions. The only thing Law managed to do in response was holding you tighter to him, striving for more closure. He wanted to feel you under his skin, so that he would have never had to let you go. Maybe the coziness of the ship could make you stay for longer.

When the two of you finally rejoined the crews, you noticed how every one looked at you suspiciously. Your little white lies and your undercover missions in the city weren't holding up as they used to.

"You know, maybe we should stop disappearing for a while." you suggested at one point, while the rest of the crew was asleep. You and Law were the only ones awake, strangely being on guard's shifts at the same time.

Law didn't say a word, lifting his head up to take a better look at the night sky. He was hoping to find an answer hidden amongst the stars, something that would give him enough courage to just spit it all out; how he felt towards you, what he thought about your stupid captain. Truth was, the stars never replied to Law's pleas - and so he kept silent. Your suggestion felt like a thousand dagger planted exactly in the middle of his heart, which now ached at every single beat. Was this really the end? Were your little rendezvouses nothing more than just that?

After your suggestion that night, Law's attitude completely changed. He was grumpier and more silent than usual, not reacting to Luffy's reckless decisions or dumb suggestions. He became almost passive, letting life just happen to him. Hiding in his mental palace, Law was really just trying to cope with his broken heart. Experiencing something similar to withdrawal symptoms, he wasn't able to function properly - something in his system broke and it was obvious to everyone. You kept him sane and shed a new light upon life; he felt alive again after a long time. Most importantly, Law felt loved - for the very first time after years of lonesome and darkness.

You never meant to cut him off of your life - his complete detachment was not what you wanted or meant. Flashbacks of the intimate moments you shared on his ship flashed before your eyes during the day, never failing to make you visibly blush and zone out - sadness insinuating under your skin moments later, every fibre of your body suffering from Law's absence. And you couldn't bear it anymore.

This situation was tearing both of you apart, and it quickly became visible to everyone. Everybody knew you and Law had something going on, and seeing both of you so heartbroken just confirmed everyone's doubts.

It wasn't until a few weeks after that things changed.

A very tired, worn out Law finally made a move. Joining you at dinner after the first times in weeks, he sat in the dining room with you and the rest of the crews. Sitting in front of each other was the first interaction the two of you had in weeks. Kicking your leg under the table to catch your attention, he finally looked at you after what felt like an entire lifetime.

"Can we talk?" he asked quietly, knowing his comrades were making enough noise to cover his voice up. Your eyes lighted up for a second, and you simply nodded in response before getting up and putting your plate in the sink. Excusing yourself, you walked out of the kitchen and reached what used to be your usual place - a small spot under the oak tree right outside your hideout.

Law was quick to join you, letting himself fall on the grass and finally sitting next to you once again, remaining silent. The sole sensation of having you near made Law's heart skip a beat.

"I missed you." you said, finally breaking the silence.

"I missed you too." he was quick to reply, biting his bottom lip. He slowly turned his head towards you, scanning his eyes all over your face. His eye bags were darker and his face looked more sunken than usual.

"This was never what I meant." you said, your voice shaking as feelings of guilt wrapping your heart as a barbed wire. "I hate this. I only wanted to make it less obvious to the others - instead, you completely shut me out of your life." you added, talking a little faster than before.

Law remained silent whilst he visibly clenched his jaw, only nodding in response. He needed to digest your words, his feelings and the whole situation, really. Maybe he brought the pain upon himself with his usual self sabotaging ways, ending up hurting you too.

"Law." you called him, resting your hand on his shoulder. His silence was killing you, and it weighted heavier than any word he could have said. "Please talk to me." you almost begged, your voice shaking as the lump in your throat became harder to ignore.

He sighed in response, before pulling you closer to him - he couldn't resist it anymore. Letting your head rest on his chest, he wrapped his arms around you, making you disappear in his embrace. Kissing the top of your head, he kept holding you tight as if he was afraid you could easily slip away from his arms at any moment. His heart beat fast against his ribcage as he finally felt alive again - as if he had held his breath until this very moment; as if you just brought him back to life.

"I'm sorry." was all he managed to say. Not because he couldn't come up with anything better - his mind was flooded with things he wished he had said to you before getting the both of you into this stupid, senseless, cold war. He kissed your forehead again, then the tip of your nose before peppering your cheeks with gentle kisses. God only knew how much he had longed for you.

A cheeky smile appeared on your lips before latching your arms around his neck, finally pressing your lips onto his into what quickly became an heated, sloppy kiss. You were both starving, needy to finally let your bodies become one once again, melting the passion and lust away.

"Should we.." he whimpered, excitement building up in his body as he tried to catch his breath. All it took was a nod from you, and before you could realise it you were finally in his bedroom, in his ship.

Maybe you could get used to become an heart pirate, after all..

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star2fishmeg · 8 months

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ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇ

Pairing: Todoroki Yosuke x afab!reader

Summary: y/n just can’t wrap her head around statistics, and there’s only one person she can go to for help. Yosuke’s tough, but his rewards for progress make the tears so worth it

Warnings: 18+ smut, porn w/o much plot ngl, exhibitionism, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), creampie, choking, hair pulling, Todoroki fucks over the desk doggy style, degradation (slut, whore), praise, finger sucking, fingering, petnames (baby), dacryphilia, mild size kink, reader’s wearing a skirt for plot, rough sex, Todoroki’s kinda mean, aftercare

Authors note: @cheshirecatuniverse and I should not be allowed to contact each other in educational environments, creds to Vis for the idea contribution. LMAO THIS IS KINDA BAD

Request: none!

17/40

“You have got to be shitting me…” she mumbled, running her palms down her face. Another biweekly progress test was completed, and another one flunked. The fact she had studied for it just added salt to the wound too. If only she didn’t need to pass this exam, but unfortunately if she wanted to get into her course at university, she had to. This is so stupid, honestly.

“You good, y/n?” her friend asked, eyebrow raised at the way she was slumped over her desk, paper gripped in her hand.

“Bruh, barely even 50 per cent…again! What am I gonna do?” she groaned, her friend giggling at the dramatics being displayed. The pair started packing their things, shoving books into bags without considering how rude the hurrying looked to the teacher.

Rounding the corner and walking through the hallway, her friend rambled about gossip from another class, but y/n scrolled through her phone, bumping into lower years, and ignoring their calls after her. They were a freshman, and she was a senior for god’s sake, social status meant nothing anyway, no need to keep a reputation. A notification popped up before closing her phone, and a grin spread on her lips upon seeing the contact’s name.

“Y/n! Are you listening?” her friend whined, tugging on her arm.

“Nope, but I gotta go, see you Monday!”

“Not a simp my arse.”

He blinked unimpressed at the paper in his hand, and then glanced back at y/n, who sat next to him on the tatty sofa of the student announcement room: his base. Her head lulled against the back of the sofa, giving Todoroki a sheepish look. He sighed, placing the paper on the box in front of them (used as a coffee table or footrest) and leant back, turning slightly to face her figure. She reciprocated, resting her head on her arm while batting her eyelashes at him.

“Pretty please Yosuke? You’re my last hope.” She pleaded to her boyfriend, butterflies swirling in her stomach. He would straight-up reject the offer, he could do that, and that was the worrying thing. She avoided going to him for things because he – as stated by himself – was too busy with Oya's business but this time was different. She was begging him to help. His eyes failed to find somewhere to fixate on her, jumping around her face and the test, barely processing that she had come to him for academics. Did she really believe in him? See him as smart despite thinking with his fists?

“Can’t you find someone at school to tutor you?” he said quite flatly, watching her face drop.

“You’re right, maybe Kevin will, he’s pretty good-“ she began to turn to stand up before Yosuke’s hand gripped the top of her thigh in haste. She turned her head, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But I’m not gonna be nice because you’re my girlfriend.” She grinned, practically leaping into his arms, and nuzzling her head into his shoulder, chanting ‘thank you’ until he returned the hug with a tight embrace. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment that she came to him for help for once, and not him turning up on her doorstep.

Her fingers gripped the pen, sweat rolling down her forehead as her breathing rattled through her chest. The questions of the page became blurry between the tears pricking her ducts, and shifting in her seat in the hope to ground herself more from the fog that blurred her mind. Why was this so hard?

Because she was held firmly on Todoroki’s lap, one arm secured around her waist and his fingers rubbing small circles on her clit over her panties.

“C’mon baby, you want to cum, don’t you? Finish the quiz.” He purred in her ear, placing a kiss on her jaw. As much as she wanted to whine about his teasing, she also wanted to just answer the questions, so she’d finally get some relief. But Yosuke continued to tease her pussy, smirking at how the fabric clung to her folds and every time she went to write her answer he’d pull her panties aside, cold air sending shivers up her spine, running his finger through her slick to hear the whimper slip through her lips. She slammed the pen on the desk, lulling her head back onto his shoulder.

“Yosuke,” she panted, “please, I answered them. Please, please, please just finger me.”

He glanced over her paper, humming with no indication of correct or incorrect answers. His only response was his long finger easing into her cunt, walls immediately clamping as she gasped suddenly, body relaxing as he slowly pumped his digit.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, sliding his other hand to squeeze her tit, “S’pretty when you cry f’me, do I make you feel that good?” Tears slid down her cheeks and were caught on his when he captured her lips in his, moans rumbling from either of them as tongues paid no mind to permission. Mewling when he inserted another finger, the languid pace unbearably pleasant, y/n’s pussy ached, and throbbed when he curled to hit her spot.

“Right, ah, there.” She sighed, her hand that once gripped the desk flying to grip the sleeve of the arm that tormented her.

“Touch yourself, be a good slut, won’t you?” He instructed in a low tone, eyes fixated on her hand moving to her puffy clit to massage it the way he had spent the last who-knows-how-long. His cock strained in his slacks, twitching at the friction of her squirming under his touch.

“M’gonna cum, Yosuke!”

“Cum, baby, show me how well I reward you.” His fingers thrusted faster, curling, and feeling her legs jolt as he finger-fucked her through her orgasm. Her mind blanked, muscles relaxing as she panted, drawing her hand away to lay limp on her lap. Yosuke chuckled inwardly, wrapping his arm around her waist again as his other hand pulled out her pussy.

“Open.” He almost demanded, and she responded, feeling his cum-soaked fingers lay on the flat on her tongue and she sucked them clean, tongue swirling and lapping up her own taste listening to his hum of satisfaction.

“You’re making progress, y/n. Guess I am a good tutor.” The smug expression he held only made y/n roll her eyes, as much as she devoured his reward scheme, she wished he’d have more mercy.

She blinked once, twice, thrice, mind empty at the mark on the top of her page. Her last biweekly test before the actual exam and she’d scored a thirty-five out of forty, the highest score yet. A grin slowly crept onto her face, electricity surging through her. She wanted to punch the air and yell, but that would be too embarrassing in front of the class, nobody needed to know how well she did anyway.

It was Todoroki’s business, however. She twirled around the small room, waving the paper around and taunting him with the grade she’d received (even though he helped). He didn’t mind though, it brought a small smile to his lips seeing her so pleased that she’d accomplished something, seeing her at her most confident lighting up the dingy classroom they met in.

“Thank you, Yosuke!” she leapt over to him, the paper floating to the floor as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, profusely laying kisses all over his face despite him scrunching it up. He loved it really. He unfolded his arms, sliding one around her waist.

“Anytime, y/n. You did well. Guess you want that reward.” He teased. The hand that was once on her waist slid slowly below her skirt, running down her thigh and over the globe of her arse, groping and toying with her panties. Y/n smirked, moving a stray hair from his eyes and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, finger running along his collarbone until her hand completely disappeared down his shirt. He let out a shaky breath, melting into her touch.

“We’re in public you know.” Y/n pulled her hand away from him, allowing his hands to undo her school shirt enough for him to have a clear view of her bra. His favourite one at that. His palm, coarse from fighting, ran underneath the right cup, pinching her nipple to hear the gasp emit from her throat.

“Get up, Yosuke.” she ordered, her skin becoming cold from him pulling away and standing up. He loomed over her stature, something she couldn’t help but crumble at feeling so tiny compared to him, and how his big hands held her tits perfectly. Letting his hands trail down her waist and grip her hips, he spun her around, bending her over the desk he was previously sat at.

He pushed her skirt up, scrunching it at her waist to bask in the view of her backside and the pretty black panties he knew she loved. Hooking his fingers around the waistband, he gently pulled them down her thighs, smirking at the damp patch that had been stuck to her pussy the entire time. She stepped out of them willingly, watching his every move over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes.

“What if they hear us?” she uttered, taking her lip between her teeth, his figure matching her position momentarily.

“You’ll have to be quiet then.” He whispered, panties scrunched in his palm, and she opened her mouth compliantly, letting him stuff them to taste herself. The sheer excitement this man brought to her every time he had her alone made her tingle inside. Her clit pulsed watching his belt unbuckle and his veiny hands unzip his slacks. Yosuke’s cock twitched seeing how desperate she was to get fucked in his school, to see her cunt glisten because of him, he couldn’t be bothered with prep, her whining begged him enough to fuck her.

Pulling his cock out, he gave it a couple pumps before running it over her folds, becoming deaf to anything but her whimpering and squirming as he teased the tip in and out before gradually sinking his cock in, letting her walls swallow him. He threw his head back, holding back a groan at how tight she squeezed around him. Yosuke gripped her hips, bottoming out and getting off at the muffled cries coming from his girlfriend, who gave him such a sultry look when they made eye contact that he restrained both her arms on her back when his hips began to roll into her.

The desk squeaked with every thrust that hit her cervix, her mewls and his grunts bouncing off the tatted walls and his eyebrows knitted at the way she fit around him so perfectly.

“Such a good little slut.” He hissed, slamming his cock into her aching cunt, finally letting her arms go. The relief that washed over her when he did only encouraged her to grip what she could and arch into his movements as if she were asking for more.

“You cock hungry whore, just can’t help yourself, can you?” He raked his fingers through her hair, taking a fistful of it and yanking her head back, y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and a rattling moan tore through her. He pulled her into his chest, her back arching and the hand that once bundled her hair wrapped itself around her throat, throwing the panties from her mouth beforehand.

“Please, Yosuke! Choke me, please!” she pleaded, feeling the pads of his fingers and thumb press against the sides of her column. A faint smile formed on her lips, his ruts dizzying to the point all she could muster out was his name in a mantra.

“Taking me so well.” His thrusting became sloppier, breathing heavier as his hand dropped back down to her hips, her own breathing shuddering feeling her pussy clamp down on his cock and her stomach falling weak.

“M’gonna…” she panted, “cum!” her body dropped back onto the desk, shoving her backside into his crotch for him to fuck until they coated each other in white. Todoroki didn’t reply, his hips speaking for him, driving back and forth, ears hearing nothing but the lewd smacking and her voice doing its best to chant his name quietly until he watched her cum on his cock, his own thick ropes following not long after. His thrusting slowed, fingers stuffing their release back into her cunt while they caught their breaths again.

“I love you, Yosuke.” She smiled, her voice so small with a slight giggle to it.

“I love you too, you did so well.” He couldn’t help but smile, sweat dripping but regardless, he placed a kiss to her cheek, pulling her limp body off the desk to hold her gently in his arms.

H&L harem (if you wanna be tagged/removed in future H&L content, comment or lemme know via ‘chat to me bbygorl’ :D);

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#high&low #high&low x reader #high and low #high&low the worst #highandlow #oya high #todoroki yosuke x reader #yosuke todoroki #yosuke todoroki x reader #high & low #high&low the worst x reader #high&low the worst x cross #high&low the worst cross x reader #high&low smut

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mountttmase · 1 year

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A Mountain To Climb - Part Five

Note - genuinely so overwhelmed with everyone’s reaction to this so far, thank you so so much for being so kind. I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always feedback is appreciated 💙

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 3k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

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Considering the circumstances, you slept fairly well, only waking up when the light from the slightly opened curtain filled the room. It was only when you’d woken up a bit more and had become aware of your surroundings that you’d realised what position you were in.

You could feel his body heat pressing against your back through your shirt, then his legs in between yours before feeling the weight of his arm across your waist. Your first instinct was to panic, it had been a few years since you’d been in this position with a boy, always making sure you never stayed the night if you’d been with a guy and you wanted to remove yourself from him immediately but you willed yourself you calm down and savour the moment.

You couldn’t deny you missed waking up with someone next to you, his steady breathing relaxing you until you almost drifted back off, but when he nuzzled further into your hair and pulled your body further into his you were wide awake again. You could feel him waking up, taking in a breath and stiffening as he realised what position you both were in. You didn’t want to acknowledge it so you stayed still, hoping you could make him believe you were still asleep and not make things awkward. The alcohol last night made you let your walls down but this morning they were back up, higher than before and you were determined to keep them that way.

You felt him move from behind you and get up before there was some rummaging around and the sound of him pulling his clothes on, clearly he’d gotten too hot in the night like you’d said before he scuttled off to the bathroom. It was only then you could let out a breath, moving so you were sat up in bed so you could take a few deep breaths before he appeared again.

‘Oh, you’re awake’ he panicked and you sent him a quick nod. ‘How did you sleep?’

‘Good, thanks. You?’

‘That’s good. Yeah. Not too bad. These pillows are awful though, I feel like complaining’ he told you with a smile and you let out a small laugh as you dropped your head. ‘I was thinking maybe I could take you out for breakfast? Or we could have it at mine? Or I can drop you home I don’t mind whatever works for you’ he rambled and your first instinct was to say no, this was all far too friendly for your liking but the thought of his sad face when you let him down again was too much to handle this early in the day. You actively shut off that part of your brain and found yourself nodding at him.

‘Let’s head to yours, we can figure it out there’ you told him before you hopped out of bed and grabbed your things, making your way to the bathroom so you could get dressed. You could see him from the corner of your eye watching you, his eyes dancing over your exposed legs and you felt yourself flush under his stare.

You kept his T-shirt on, telling him you didn’t want to squeeze yourself back into your top and he told you it was fine but you secretly thought he just liked looking at you in his stuff. Once you were both dressed and you’d made sure to get your cookies, you both snuck outside of the house and into the Uber he’d ordered. It took less than ten minutes to get to Masons house and It was just as impressive as Bens to the point you felt a little intimidated as he led you through to his kitchen.

‘I don’t have much in, but I could order us something?’ He mused as he looked through his cupboards. ‘Or I can get changed, take you home so you can changed and we can go somewhere?’ He offered but you were too busy taking in your surroundings. ‘Y/n? You alright?’

‘Oh yeah, sorry. Um shall we just stay here? It might be easier’

‘Of course, come sit and I’ll order’ he said, motioning for you to come over to the kitchen island. He let you pick where you ordered from and once he’d clicked order, he offered to lend you some clothes and you found yourself sat on his sofa in a grey tracksuit of his, wondering how the hell you got here.

Mason had seemed to of wormed his way into your life quicker than anyone ever had and you didn’t seem to be questioning it. This was technically the fifth time you’d been around him and yet here you were on his sofa, dressed in his clothes about to eat breakfast with him. You could feel yourself imploding, knowing what Mason must be thinking since you were here and you didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. You didn’t do friends and you definitely didn’t do dates.

You sat on the sofa with the tv on and ate in silence, too in your own head to make any conversation and you knew he knew something was up. He took your plate when you were done and took it to the kitchen, leaving you to sit and stew in your own thoughts. He was gone for a while and you don’t know what possessed you, but you laid yourself down on his living room floor, staring up at the sky through the sky light so you could watch the clouds roll past. You always found it easier to think when looked up at the clouds, finding it cleared your mind and you didn’t even notice when he came back in.

You felt him get down on the floor besides you, facing the other way but his head was level with yours, both looking up to the sky as a peaceful silence took over you.

‘What you doing down here?’ He whispered, turning his face towards yours but you kept looking up, not wanting to see how he was feeling right now.

‘Just looking up’ you told him and you saw him nod out the corner of your eye.

‘Is everything okay?’ He spoke calmly and you took a moment before speaking.

‘Would you consider us friends?’

‘I think I would, yeah. Do you?’

‘I told you, Mason. I don’t have friends’ you whispered and his face turned to look up again and even though you couldn’t see him very well you knew his face had dropped and your heart broke a little bit. ‘But I feel like I want to make an acceptation for you’

‘I’d like that’

‘Can I ask you something else?’

‘Anything’

‘Are you hoping one day we might be more than friends?’ You asked, finally turning to look at him and he looked like a deer caught in headlights. ‘Cause I need you to know that can’t happen’

‘What’ he breathed, his eyebrows furrowing in and you had to look away again, your eyes already stinging at the thought of letting him down.

‘I don’t want a relationship. Like ever. I made peace with the fact I’ll be alone a while ago. It’s my decision and I’m not going back on it. I’m fine on my own’

‘Can I ask why?’ He probed gently but you didn’t think you were ready to open up Pandora’s box just yet. You bit your lip in attempts to keeps your emotions at bay but he knew what was happening instantly, sitting up and turning round before laying back down next to you. ‘It’s okay’ he whispered before opening up his arms for you to climb in to.

You only held back for a second before rolling over and curling into his side and he wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he was scared you were going to run away.

‘You don’t have to tell me yet if you don’t want to. You don’t have to tell me anything at all. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to be on your own all the time’ he told you quietly and the tears you had been holding in finally spilled over. ‘I’m here now and I love spending time with you’ he uttered and had to hold in a sob, getting worked up at how kind he was being to you. ‘And in the interest of being honest, yes I would of eventually liked more with you. Maybe it’s a bit too early to say but I think you’re beautiful and funny and a bit hard to read sometimes but you intrigue me and I’ve loved getting to know you. If this is all you’re comfortable with I can live with that. I’d rather have you around than not you know?’

You nodded into his chest, agreeing with him as you knew deep down you wanted him around even if you couldn’t bring yourself to be with him how he wanted.

‘Can I make a suggestion?’ He whispered, rubbing up and down your back gently and you nodded in fear of your voice cracking. ‘Could we maybe hop up onto the sofa? My back is killing me’ he joked and you nodded again before moving off of him. He helped pull you up before he flopped back down on the sofa, holding his arms out to you so you could lay on his chest again and you swallowed down a nervous gulp before joining him. Once you were both settled, he reached up to pull a blanket over you and you snuggled more into his neck.

‘I really like you. And I think you know that’ he whispered into your temple but you held your tongue as you could feel yourself wanting to tell him you liked him back. ‘So if I’m ever pushing things too far or you need some space from me, just talk to me yeah? I can be a lot sometimes’ he laughed and you squeezed him a little tighter, thankful he’d taken you serious and was respecting your decisions.

‘Mason?’ You whispered, pulling back so you could see his face and he was looking down at you with a gentle smile. ‘Do you wish I was different?’

‘Never’ he breathed almost instantly and you felt the relief flood you as he gently wiped your eyes. ‘Do I wish the circumstances were different? Yeah probably. But you? No way. And I appreciate you being honest with me. I know it’s difficult’

Your heart melted at his words before you cuddled in closer to him. You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and the way he was stroking your hair didn’t make it any easier to keep awake, so your shut your eyes and let the sleep take you.

You woke up alone on his sofa around half an hour later, confused as to where he was so you wrapped the blanket around yourself in hopes of finding him. It didn’t take long to hear his voice and you followed the sound of it, catching onto his conversation.

‘Yeah, she’s asleep on the sofa’ he told whoever was on the other line and you stopped outside the door so you could listen. ‘Nah mate it’s not like that’ he laughed and you were curious as to who he was talking to and what they were saying about you. ‘I don’t know, she’s made it pretty clear and I’m not gonna push her… she’s only just agreed to be friends like I feel like I’ve got a mountain to climb here. Need to take things one step at a time’ he laughed and you stood there confused about what he was saying. ‘Nah, honestly, I’m happy doing what she wants. She wants to be friends so that’s what we’ll be… oh piss off’ he chuckled but you thought you’d heard enough so you walked back to the sofa and sat yourself down to think over what he’d said.

You didn’t have long though as he was soon creeping back inside, a shocked look on his face at the sight of you awake and sat up but he was quick to join you.

‘Sorry, didn’t realise you were awake. You okay?’ He asked as you rested your head on his shoulder. ‘Let me know when you want to go yeah? Don’t feel like you’ve got to stick around for me’

‘Can I stay here for a bit longer?’ You asked timidly and he was quick to reassure you and settle back into the sofa with you. You sat and spoke for a while, reminiscing about what you could remember from the night before and laughing at some of the pictures he’d taken of you and Sophia dancing on Bens coffee table.

‘I spoke to Kai earlier, he said Sophia wants to follow you on instagram but she saw you were set to private and didn’t follow too many people so she wanted to check it was okay first’

‘Oh no, tell her it’s fine’

‘Does that mean I’m allowed to follow you?’ He asked with a cheeky smile and you couldn’t really say no so you just rolled your eyes at him.

‘As long as you don’t embarrass me’ you huffed and he laughed loudly before looking at you more seriously.

‘Thank you. I know this might all be a bit much for you but I honestly appreciate it’

‘It’s just instagram’

‘I’m not just talking about that you wally. I mean all of it you know? I’m really glad I met you’ he told you sincerely and you were fighting so hard to let him know his feelings were reciprocated but it was no use. The words were suck and he gave you a small smile to let you know it was okay, a feeling you were getting used to being in his company more often. ‘Now I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry again’

‘We didn’t eat that long ago’ you laughed but he shrugged at you.

‘I know but I get peckish when I’ve had a drink’ he told you and you were about to reply when the buzzer for his door went. You could hear him banging about and after a few minutes you became curious, poking your head round to see him surrounded by shopping bags, his weekly food shop having just turned up clearly and he looked lost surrounded by all the bags. ‘I forgot this was coming’ he told you with a laugh as he shut the door.

‘I’ll give you a hand’ you told him, reaching down to pick some up but he was pushing you off almost straight away.

‘Don’t be silly, it’s my shopping I can do it’

‘Will you just let me help?’ You laughed, batting him off before he grabbed you around your thighs and lifted you over his shoulder. ‘Mason Mount, put me down’ you squealed as he span you in circles a few times before placing you back on the floor. You were so dizzy you had to hold onto Mason for support, eventually sliding your arms around his shoulders and hiding your face in his neck. He snaked his arms around you instantly, holding you close as he felt you slightly sway from side to side and even when you were done feeling dizzy you still held onto him, content and comfortable in his arms.

‘Are you okay now? My frozen stuff will defrost if we stand here any longer’ he laughed quietly and you nodded before gently pulling back. You couldn’t meet his eyes though so you started gathering bags up without a word and this time he let you help him. It took a couple of trips but once all the bags were in you unpacked it all whilst he put it in the right place, him smiling over at you the whole time like he was having the time of his life with you. You couldn’t deny you were enjoying it too, loving how comfortable he was and how and how much he made you laugh.

‘Oh look, pizza’ he smiled, switching his oven on straight away so he could cook it. ‘Thanks past me’ he murmured and you let out a little chuckle at his silliness.

You ended up staying till around seven that evening before he dropped you home and deep down you knew you didn’t want to leave even though you’d been with him all day and the night before and by the look Mason was giving you he wasn’t ready for you you to go either. Once he was parked up he gave you a sad smile as he turned to you.

‘Well I would say see you soon but I’m not sure when that’ll be’ he sighed and you felt your tummy drop a little bit. ‘I’ve got a bit of a tightly packed schedule coming up’ he explained but you nodded at him sympathetically.

‘That’s fine, we can still text each other right? And I know how much you love a FaceTime’ you laughed as he blushed a little bit.

‘Only when your face is on my screen though’ he teased before he was reaching for his door handle and getting out. You were confused at first as he jogged round to your side to let you out before pulling you into bone crushing hug. ‘I won’t get my hug fix for a while so I’m stocking up now’ he spoke into the side of your neck so you pulled him even tighter. Hugging him felt so normal now, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to go weeks without one and he was pulling away far too quickly for your liking. ‘See you soon?’ He winked and you nodded back, not trusting your voice before making your way up to your flat.

You watched him out the window as he sat there for a few minutes, wondering if he would look up and you saw him glance in your direction before laughing at the fact he’d been caught. You smiled back, giving him a wave that he returned before driving off, a tiny feeling of emptiness settling in your tummy as your favourite brown eyes left.

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Hey... can you please write something azriel x reader where reader has back pain so az offers her a message and then they end up having sex?

of course. Thank you for requesting <33 hope you like it

Azriel x Reader | Oh Those Scarred Hands

type: smut warnings: explicit content, mature language word count: 1335

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"Right there?"

A breathy moan left you, "Mhm."

Azriel chuckled lowly, your rear pressing against his hips.

"But a bit harder, please," you whispered, lips curling. Azriel groaned in response and pressed harder. You moaned again, feeling hot and tingly all throughout your body. Your skin felt so tight all of a sudden, Azriel’s scent lingering everywhere.

Humming, you bit down on your lip and curled your fingers towards your palms. He knew exactly how to touch you—how to make you feel good.

"That feels good, huh?"

A soft sigh escaped you in return, toes curling when Azriel’s thumbs pressed the spot on the crook of your neck once again.

"It does," you mused. "My mate just knows how to make me feel good."

Purely male pride reached you through the bond, mixing with lust and desire.

You had been working the whole day, being bent over the table, going through reports and at the end of the day you had been suffering from sever back pain. Obviously your glorious mate could not let you live with it and did the only thing that would help. He was massaging you and you loved it—savoured every part of it. Before you could even head to your bedroom, Azriel, who had been sitting on the couch, had pulled you onto his lap and took off your dress. He immediately had started to tend to your sore muscles.

“Gods, I love your hands so much!” you told your mate, who often still felt very self-conscious about them. You really did love his hands so much and did not want him to feel bad about them for one single tiny moment.

Azriel hummed, the feelings of gratitude, thankfulness, pure bliss and love rumbling through the bond. Azriel tended yet another knot that had formed at the crook of your shoulder, easing the tension which made you sigh loudly.

“Is it getting any better?” your mate then asked, genuinely concerned. He hated seeing you in pain, seeing your hurt.

“The pain is nearly fully gone," you assured him, wiggling your hips slightly. The Shadowsinger groaned lowly, your butt rubbing against the building tent in his pants. Yes, he had promised to just massage you and actually wanted to give you an early night. But now that such noises left your mouth and your changing scent —your oh so sweet and lovely scent— reached his nose he was gone, knowing he had to make you feel good in another way as well.

Azriel pressed his hips against you, drawing a gasp from you when he leaned forward. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck, one hand braced on the back of your head, the other one curling around your waist to pull you closer.

“Tired, sweetheart?”

Azriel kissed your temple and you giggled softly. “Not really. Why?” You obviously knew why, still you wanted to hear him say it. Azriel was not a male of many words, but gods, when he talked dirty it did things to you. Things you could not quite put into words.

“My lovely mate, so innocent. Why? Maybe because I have other ideas for making you feel good?”

Azriel pressed his lips against your ear, his hand carefully tugging on a few strands of hair. He softly bit down on your earlobe, nibbling. You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment. “I think I would really like that,” you whispered.

“There are other body parts of yours that really need my attention tonight as well, I believe.”

You leaned your head back against Azriel’s shoulder and mused, “Yes? For example?”

“Like these two?” Azriel’s voice was hoarse when he spoke, damp lips brushing the shell of your ear once again. Azriel’s hands slid up your front, your back now against his chest. He cupped your breasts in his large hands, kneading them before his thumbs teased the sensitive peaks. First it were just soft strokes, then he started rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, softly tugging. You moaned, Azriel’s name a whisper on your lips. You went molten. Just right then and there your were gone, liquid.

Releasing a loud breath, you tried to glimpse over your shoulder to look into your mate’s face. You turned your head, your eyes already heavy-lidded when you met his gaze, his eyes dark and mysterious, a smile on his face.

“I love you so much,” you said, voice barely above a whisper when Azriel’s hands let go of your breasts and fell to your hips. His fingers curled around you and he leaned forward. In an almost ravishing kiss your mouths connected. Azriel parted your lips with his tongue, savouring and exploring your mouth like it was the very first time he got to kiss you. He had a strong grip on you, groaning into your mouth. He helped you switch positions on top of him, not once breaking the kiss, until you sat with your front against his front.

“Remind me to get you a new pair of these tomorrow.” It was the only warning you got before his fingers curled around the elastic of your underwear and he ripped them off. You gasped loudly, both at the quick movement and the sudden cold tingling your very sensitive parts. “Az,” you breathed which drew a grin to his lips.

He kissed you again, your hands now moving to the top-most button of his pants. Without further ado you opened them fully and freed his already rigid length. Azriel lifted you up, positioned him against your wet heat, before slowly sheathing himself inside you. You both moaned at the feeling of your coming together. The spymaster slowly slid into you, stretching you out just as always. Your nails dug into his shoulders, into the fabric that annoyed you just a bit. “Shirt off,” you mumbled, pampering Azriel’s neck with tiny pecks.

“Too late, unless -fuck- you rip it off.” There was challenge in Azriel’s eyes when he leaned his head back and met your gaze. You were now fully seated on him, rocking your hips softly.

Challenge accepted, you thought to yourself. Your fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt and ripped. It was beyond you how well it worked, but the most important part was that your mate’s upper body was now naked.

Azriel looked impressed and jerked his hips up, hitting one special spot inside of you. “Never fail to impress me, my love,” he said before his lips closed over yours. Nothing was rough or fast that night. Azriel took you slowly, his thrusts deep and long. He made you feel every glorious inch of his proud length, making you feel good and helping you calm down and relax after such a work-loaded day.

You rode him, soft and slowly, hips moving against his, chest touching and mouths meeting with passionate and tender kisses.

Azriel’s hands smoothed up and down your back, kneaded your ass, once coming forward, his thumb teasing the bundle of nerves. His other hand curled around neck, squeezing only lightly.

“My very favourite necklace on you.” Azriel grinned. You grinned as well, throwing your head back. And then you did what you knew would drive him crazy. Leaning further back you let go of him, bracing your hands on his knees behind your back. Your back was arched while you kept riding him. You knew he was ogling you, getting closer to the edge. You heard your mate inhale deeply, a soft growl leaving his throat.

It drove him crazy. The Shadowsinger leaned down, taking your breast into his mouth, tongue teasing the pebbled hardness. He twitched inside of you, telling you he was close.

You came simultaneously, panting and riding out your heights together.

“You are the best mate I could have ever hope for.” It was the last thing Azriel heard before the two of you fell asleep on the couch, all tension of the long stressful day gone and replaced by the feelings of satisfaction and pure love between two mates.

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