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Sebastian x Yuki x Sam (AFAB READER) - Sensual Surprise

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"That was such a great show, guys! Great job!" Yuki squeals as the bad descend the stage.

Sebastian grabs Yuki's waist, pulling her into a passionate kiss. "And thank you for cheering us on. Enjoy the backstage passes, babe?" He smirks.

Yuki smiles up at her boyfriend. "Yeah! They were great! I could see everything!"

Sebastian smirks more as he leans down, whispering into Yuki's ear. "Meet me in the green room in five minutes... I have a little surprise for you..." Chuckling, he slaps her ass as he walks away with Sam.

Abigail laughs heartily. "Well, he's not as shy as he used to be! Anyway, I'm gonna take a nap before the next set. Chow." She waves Yuki goodbye as she heads in the same direction.

Confused as to what Sebastian was talking about, Yuki heads to the green room. As much as she looks, she can't find Sebastian.

"Yuki!" Sebastian, still with the same smug smile from before, waves Yuki over to his private dressing room. "Okay. Come here, love." He chuckles, placing his hands over Yuki's eyes.

"Seb, this better not be something weird." Yuki laughs.

"Nah, nah. Nothing weird." Chuckling, he slowly walks Yuki into his dressing room, his hands still over her eyes. "Okay... Surprise!"

Right before her eyes, she could see Sam. His body tan, toned and just...breathtaking. Before she could take a second glance, Sebastian's lips crashed into hers.

Soft moans escape Yuki's mouth as the arousal grows. "Sebastian..." She whispers.

"Shh...Just enjoy it..." He whispers back, beginning to leave a trail of kisses down her neck.

Two muscular arms wrap themselves around Yuki's waist from behind as Sam begins to nibble on her ear. Sam's bulge very much portruding, she makes an effort to press herself against it, causing small gasps to escape the blonde.

All Yuki could think about in this very moment was the two men around her as the heat of the moment intoxicated them.

Sebastian briskly pulls off Yuki's shirt before Sam unclips her bra. Sam's large hands grip onto one breast while Sebastian works on the other, his teeth biting and sucking on her nipple.

"Sam...Seb...A-Ah..." Yuki softly moans as the pleasure begins to slowly take over.

"How about we take this to the showers, eh?" Sam suggests with a snicker.

Sebastian chuckles, agreeing. "Mm. Great idea."

Briskly removing their clothes, the triad make their way over to the shower. Sam increases the temperature, ensuring it's as warm and steamy as he can.

Sebastian grabs Yuki's thighs, picking her up. He leans over her shoulder, hungrily kissing Sam before returning his lips to Yuki's.

"I'm not wasting time, Yuki..." He whispers into her ear, sending chills down her spine as his warm breath touches her neck.

Sebastian pushes himself into Yuki, moving slowly at first. Sam reaches round her waist, rubbing gentle circles into her clit. Moans escape her lips as pleasure fills the room.

Sebastians pace quickens as he chases Yuki's first climax. Sam, in turn, increases the pressure on her clit. Kissing her hungrily, Sam explores her mouth with his tongue. The mix of sensations pushes Yuki over the edge as her body begins to spasm and her head throws back onto Sam's shoulder.

Sebastian groans as Yuki tightens around him. "Holy fuck, babe... Sam...you gotta get in on this."

"You okay with that, Yuki?" Sam whispers, wiping Yuki's wet hair out of her flushed face.

Yuki nods, her body already exhausted from her first climax of the evening.

Slowly and with care, Sam pushes a finger into Yuki's butt. A mixture of groans and moans could be heard as he starts to move his finger. "This okay, love?"

Yuki nods, unable to speak from feeling so full.

Sam adds another finger, increasing the pace. Then another.

"I think she's ready now, bud." Sebastian says, his voice low and husky.

Sam removes his fingers from her ass, only to replace them with his throbbing member.

Crying out, Yuki can't help but wince at the sensation. She felt more full than she ever had. The mixture of pleasure and pain sends her over the edge once more. Her fingernails leave dark marks across Sebastian's back as she cums for the second time. Both men groan as she tightens around them.

"Fuck, Yuki. Cumming after entry? We haven't even begun working on you properly yet?" Sebastian laughs, beginning to leisurely thrust as he matches Sam's movements.

Sam and Sebastian increase their pace, both letting low moans leave their lips. All Yuki can do is bury her face into Sebastian's neck as the pleasure and heat within her increase drastically. The boys both begin to crash their hips into Yuki with desperation as they chase their own orgasms. The deepness of their members within Yuki making her cry out, tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Mm...Cumming..." Sam whines as his body convulses, pushing him deeper into Yuki as he fills her up from behind.

Seeing Sam reach his limit only excited Sebastian more; pushing him to the brink of ecstasy. Sebastian's thrusts began to grow sloppy and irregular as his moans grew louder and raspier.

Yuki tightens herself around Sebastian as the thrill of the situation overcomes her once more. Her head tips back, and her eyes roll as her orgasm overcomes her. Her orgasm causing Sebastian to reach his own, they ride out their high.

Languidly, the boys remove themselves from Yuki, and Sebastian gently places her back to a standing position within the shower.

The trio spend the rest of their time before the next set enjoying each others company and basking in the afterglow of their escapade.

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uncaaj · 8 months

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Fanfic: Concert (Bluey)

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After Bandit Heeler blinked most of the sleepies away, he emerged from the house into the pink of the early morning, guitar case in hand.

Bluey looked up from her and Bingo’s clapping game on the porch and pointed at the case. “Are you bringing that to the park with you?”

“Yeah, why not?” said Bandit, walking down the steps.

Bluey’s tail began to wag. “Ooh, are you going to play your songs in front of people?”

Bandit felt his tail twitch but he willed it still. “Nah, kid,” he said with a chuckle. “I just wanna play to play. I haven’t played for people in years.”

“Why not?” Bingo asked.

Bandit shrugged. “I don’t have the time.”

“If it’s because you don’t think you’re good,” said Bluey, wringing her hands together, “I think you’re the best guitar player in the whole world.”

Bandit ruffled Bluey’s ears. “Aw, thanks, kid. Real nice of you to say.”

“Well, it’s true. You could play in front of people and they’d love it.”

Sometimes he wondered who was smiling down on him to give him a daughter so wonderful. Bluey and Bingo followed him down their stone path as they set off for morning walkies.

+++

BANDIT: “This episode of Bandit is called “Concert.”

+++

When they reached the park, Bluey and Bingo saw Lucky swinging on the monkey bars and dashed away to meet him. Bandit took a seat on a nearby bench and unclipped the case locks. Opening the case and revealing his Burgundy Beauty put a smile on his snout every single time. He wondered how he went so long without it.

Since Bandit’s old Burgundy Beauty was unearthed from the attic, its dulcet tones rooted themselves in the daily cacophony of the Heeler household. Sure, if you asked him to slot in a music hobby among his archaeology job, house chores, his social life with the neighborhood dads, not to mention the two pups he loved to the moon and back and their rambunctious games, he would call it an impossible task. Still, as it had been during college, it slinked back into his life as a way to reach inner peace after a long day of being Bandit Heeler. And frankly, as crazy as his life was now, he welcomed a chance to get lost in an art that had always made him happy.

As he fretted some dusty chords and strummed the instrument to life, his mind went back to Bluey’s words. Bluey and Bingo loved to watch him play. They loved to hear him tell stories of playing in coffee shops and pubs during his college years. And they especially loved the silly songs he wrote.

That is, the ones he deemed appropriate.

He thought of an old friend named Joff, who’s every passion lay in music. Bandit never had the drive that funky dog had, but he was alright with that. Leave the fame and fortune to those who wanted to scratch and claw their way there. He was content watching his kid play and getting lost in a melody.

“Oi, Bandit!”

Bandit looked up. A shaggy Brussels Griffon was jogging toward him, his glasses bouncing slightly as he waved. The same busker that he did the worm in front of the other day on the square.

Speak of an old friend and you’ll often find he shows up.

“Joff!” Bandit set the guitar down and grabbed his paw to shake, then pulled him into a hug. “How’s it hangin’, ya big lug?”

“Oh, she’s apples, ya know?” said Joff. “So great to finally chat.”

“Yeah, I know you’re a busy bee, eh, Busker?”

Bandit nudged him with an elbow and Joff laughed. “Man, you still remember that old nickname?”

“I coined it! So what’s the big gig today?”

“Well, you saw me at the markets the other day, right? ‘Nother one of those.” He looked back across the park where a stage was overlooking the market tents. “Got a mate who’s gonna do all duets with me.”

“Oh, good one! When’s it happening?”

“In an hour or two, as it happens,” said Joff, checking his watch. “He should be here any minute to do sound check with me.”

“I’ll bring Bluey and Bingo. I’m sure they’ll bring their dancing shoes.”

“That’s just what I love to hear!” Joff exclaimed. “Hey, you know that song you wrote, ‘Girls Like That’?”

Bandit chuckled, remembering a song he wrote after the most popular girl on campus rejected his request for a date in no uncertain terms. “Yeah, those were the days, mate.”

“It would be so cool if you could do that song with me sometime, ya know, if ya still play.”

Bandit shook his head but with a smile. “Appreciate it, but those days are long gone.”

“It can be a one-time thing, just for fun.” Joff dug out his phone. “Here, at least gimme your digits so we can chat about it later?”

Bandit sighed, but exchanged his phone number with his old friend.

“Thanks, mate. Look, I’ve gotta run but I’ll be in touch, okay?”

“No worries, mate,” said Bandit, waving as he left. “Good talking with you again.”

“Likewise!” he called back.

“You know thongaphone dog?” asked Bluey suddenly.

Bandit jumped and there she and Bingo were, tails a flurry and stars practically shooting from their excited eyes.

“Yeah,” Bandit confirmed, “he’s an old friend from college. He’s playing over there in a while.”

“Are you gonna play your guitar with him?” asked Bingo, clinging to his leg.

“Nah, kid,” Bandit laughed, shaking Bingo off.

She crossed her arms. “But I don’t understand.”

“Yeah,” said Bluey, “you’re good at guitar and singing, and playing with friends is always fun.”

“Sound logic,” said Bandit, ruffling his kids’ heads, “but it’s never as simple as that when you’re my age.”

He decided to not burden them with complicated explanations and instead, let them go back to playing. In turn, he picked up his guitar again and let it take him back with a melody.

It was bouncy and funky, with a heavy layer of sarcasm overtop. He still remembered all the chords for that silly little song, as well as the words.

“Girls like that

Girls like that don’t go for guys like us…”

Bluey was sweet, but Bandit knew he wasn’t fit for playing live anymore. His voice wobbled slightly as he sang. He fudged a note here and there. Making a fool of himself in front of his kids was one thing. Making a fool in front of a crowd of strangers was entirely another. Those days with his brothers were well behind him and he didn’t want to dig up that old carefree life. Just doing it for the sake of doing it was good enough for him, even back when he was playing for coffee houses and parties in college.

“I wanna see the facts

And she says, simply, ‘No.

Uh-uh.’”

He couldn’t deny that he missed it in a way, his tapping feet was a big indicator. He wouldn’t deny it was the best part of being a musician, but he always knew he wouldn’t “make it” as it were.

“Hey, Burgundy Beauty!”

Bandit hit a sour chord and lifted his head.

Pat Labrador sat down next to him and they shook hands. “Ain’t seen you with that in forever, mate!”

Bandit chuckled. “Since uni, really. I picked it back up recently after they,” gesturing to Bluey and Bingo, “earthed it up in the attic.”

Pat leaned back. “Isn’t that something?”

Bandit’s phone buzzed all of a sudden. Taking it out, he saw Joff’s phone number appear on-screen. “I only just gave him my digits and he’s texting,” he said out loud. “Interesting.”

“Who?” asked Pat.

“Old college friend. He’s playing at the markets today.” Bandit opened the text.

“I hate to do this to you, but I need your help now. Come to the stage and someone will let you through.”

Bandit raised an eyebrow. This didn’t sound good. He had only just reacquainted himself with the guy but he naturally felt drawn to help. Besides, it couldn’t have been anything big, right?

“You mean Busker?” Pat asked. “Thought I saw him the other day with that thongophone…”

“Mate, I gotta see to something,” said Bandit, standing up. “Bluey, Bingo, c’mon!”

“Oh, n-no worries, mate.”

Bandit nodded his thanks before his phone dinged again. Looking at his phone again, there was one more text.

“Bring your guitar.”

“What’s going on, dad?” asked Bluey.

Bandit packed up his guitar and sighed. “We’re going to see a friend of mine.”

+++

As they neared the stage, a security guard waved him over. “You Bandit?”

Bandit nodded. “Yeah.”

“Who’re them?”

“My kids,” he said, matter-of-fact-ly.

The guard nodded. “Follow me.” He led them backstage where Joff paced next to a table covered with snacks.

Joff noticed his arrival and ran over. “Oh, thank goodness.”

“What’s going on?” Bandit asked as the security guard departed. Joff’s hair was disheveled. “You don’t still pull your hair out?”

Joff let out a breath. “Not…often.” He shook his head. “Look, I won’t beat around the bush, mate. I need a duet partner.”

Bluey and Bingo gasped. “You do??” they squealed in excitement.

“What?” said Bandit. “What about your mate?”

Joff scratched his head. “He told me he can’t make it. He lost his voice overnight. Something about allergies.”

Bandit blinked. “Wow. Crazy.”

Joff spoke fast. “I don’t have time to look around town for a replacement so I would really appreciate you doin’ it.”

Bandit took a step back. “Nah, mate, I’m no good anymore.”

“Please, mate?” Joff pleaded. “You’re gonna make a lotta people happy. That’s what it’s all about, right?”

Bandit felt a tug at his arm. “Yeah, dad,” said Bluey, “We like hearing you sing. Shouldn’t that be enough for others too?”

“It’s just that simple,” Bingo chimed in. A-a-and here came the please face.

It couldn’t have been that simple, could it?

Joff handed him a setlist and Bandit skimmed through it. He saw songs he could play and sing in a heartbeat. One in particular stuck out to him and he gave Joff a knowing look. “I think I know which one you wanna rehearse first.”

Joff looked at the ground, flashing a nervous smile. “I’m cheeky, yeah, but let’s just try this one song, then you can tell me if you wanna do the set, okay?”

Bandit would let Joff have the song he wanted to play, and his feelings wouldn’t change, right? That’s how this would go, and he’d return to the park with Bluey and Bingo.

The two dogs took seats opposite each other and Bandit set his Burgundy Beauty on his lap. Joff’s guitar was black, adorned with a decorative rose. Bandit couldn’t help some excitement bubble up inside him, despite his reservations.

“Okay, mate,” he said, “you know the leads?”

“Like the back of my paw,” said Joff.

“We’ll see. 1, 2, 3, 4.”

Hearing that silly song with the second guitar part after so many years made everything click in place.

“I’ll take the first verse, you go second,” said Joff as they neared it. Bandit nodded, grateful to have a much better singer set the standard for the performance.

“Girls like that

Girls like that don’t go for guys like us

I wanna see the facts

And she says, simply ‘no’

‘Uh-uh’

He sounded like he had been doing this for years, so when Bandit joined in on the chorus harmony, he didn’t expect much. But he was surprised again to hear their voices blend together perfectly.

“I’ll keep on looking for that lovin’ feeling

I’ll keep on looking for that lovin’ feeling

All of the chemists and witch doctors, they know

What I’ll never ever know”

Bluey and Bingo were shaking their tails to the music and Bandit couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. His warbling voice didn’t matter nor did his slightly rusty rhythm playing. What he missed most of all about music and playing live was what Joff said it was all about. He missed making others happy with a song. And with a look toward Joff and a nod, it was all that simple.

+++

“They know, they know, they know that lovin’ feeling

They know, the chemists and witch doctors know it,

They know, they know, they know that lovin’ feeling”

“This song’s my favorite!” said Bluey, bouncing up and down in the front of the market crowd.

Chilli laughed, tapping her foot. “You kids sure are something. How’d you convince him to get up there?”

“It wasn’t us,” Bingo pointed out, “It was Joff!”

Chilli saw Joff swaying to the rhythm, and Bandit wearing the goofiest grin as he strummed. He looked so happy up there, and that made her happy as well. Few things in life were as simple as that, but she’d allow this matter to be.

The song ended and the crowd cheered. Joff gave Bandit a high paw and stepped back to the mic. “How about a round for my good friend Bandit Heeler?”

Everyone clapped and hollered, and Bandit bowed and waved. Fanding his family, he winked at them, then howled, “Who likes to da-a-a-ance? 1, 2, 3, 4!”

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not-a-space-alien · 2 years

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Magnanimous Moonrise Chapter 15M

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: First chapter where I can say there are NO WARNINGS, only fluff!

They both sat there talking to him encouragingly until he’d downed the glass, the straw slurping at the empty bottom. When he started trying to swipe the remnants out of the glass to lick his finger, they took it and refilled it.

He drank three full glasses in the end before they reached the bottom of the pint of blood. Ari suggested they wait a little while to open another one, to let his stomach settle. Valen agreed to this.

"Are you starting to feel a little better?" said Lex, squeezing his hand.

Valen flushed and looked down. He was feeling better. The food was already starting to help. But it was also psychological. Someone had fed him. Someone cared enough to help him. “Y-yes, thank you.”

"How about a bath then, huh?"

Valen had been so focused on his hunger he'd completely ignored how utterly filthy he was. The rotten artificial blood smelled truly disgusting. Humans' sense of smell was poor, but probably even they could smell it. “O-okay.”

“Go ahead and unhook yourself.”

Valen reached up and took the muzzle off, a simple act of freeing himself that had been so impossible just a few days ago. It already felt like the first bath he’d taken not that long ago was years in the past. He set it on the ground, then unclipped the chain from his collar.

As Lex helped him stand, Ari crossed her arms. “Hmph. We’ll have to figure out some way to get that off you eventually. We don’t have the key.”

“O-oh,” said Valen, deflating. He’d secretly been hoping they’d take the collar off soon. It was the last restraint on him, but it was locked.

“Well, we can work on it,” said Ari. “Hey, do you want me to carry you up to the bathroom? Our stairs are a bit fucky.”

Valen looked past her to see the stairs up the second floor: They were uneven wood, some with exposed nails, and quite steep. They were, indeed, a bit fucky.

“If–If–If you want to,” said Valen, voice quiet, trying not to sound too excited. “That–that would be–appreciated, ma’am.”

“All right, up you go, then.” He tried to suppress his reflex to flail and grab things to stop himself from falling as Ari scooped him up, one hand on his back, the other under his thighs. He slid into her chest, arms curled up, blushing fiercely as she carried him bridal style.

Ari looked down at him and winked, and he averted his eyes quickly. “Hold on, bat boy.”

Valen did not think he could get any redder, but his body kept finding more blood to send to his cheeks and ears. He could see Lex smirking in an amused way behind Ari. He worried about what it could mean… They were teasing him, that’s all, surely. Not that they were angry at him, or threatening him. Just good-natured teasing.

It was the first time in his life he found he didn’t mind it.

Ari carried him up the stairs. It reminded him of the first time, when she’d done it over her shoulder, with his arms still cuffed and the muzzle still on, as he’d given Lex desperate pleading eyes, hoping against hope for some compassion.

“There we are,” said Ari, setting him down in front of the bathroom. “Taxi dropping you right off. Have a good time.”

“I imagine you’d like some privacy,” said Lex.

“We’ll get you a towel and stuff, and you can take as long as you want,” said Ari.

“Um–” said Valen. “I–I–I might need help getting in and out of the tub. You can–you can stay, if you want. If you want to. Please. You don’t have to.”

Ari quirked an eyebrow. “Eh?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Start running the water, Ari,” said Lex. “I’ll be back with the towel.”

Their bathroom was dirtier than the one in the hunter’s compound, the mirror slightly cracked, but it had a lived-in feel that was comforting, even if all the hair everywhere was kind of gross. Ari squatted next to the claw-foot bathtub and started the water, running her hand under it.

Valen clutched his hands to his chest as he caught sight of himself in the mirror again. He barely recognized himself under the burns on his face–but this was better than the first time. That was him, under the muck and despair, he could see himself there now, as though he were being excavated out.

“Hey,” said Ari, and he turned to see her watching him stare at himself in the mirror. “Come here, kiddo.”

Surely Valen had to be decades older than her. But he sat on the toilet next to her without complaint.

“We’re gonna get you cleaned up,” said Ari. “And we’re gonna help you get better. There’s no need to look at yourself like that.”

He looked down at his lap.

“Now do you wanna keep all your clothes on, or take a proper bath?”

“I’ve got a towel,” Lex sang, coming back in. “Bath time, then?”

Ari closed the flow of water. “Do you want us to look away while you undress?”

“I–I think I’ll fall down if I have to–I think I need help to–”

“All right, that’s okay, I’ll help you,” said Lex.

He pulled his shirt over his head, then almost lost his balance if not for Ari’s hand on his back. He let it fall to the floor, then leaned over and pulled his pants down, again only staying upright because of the two women holding him up.

He was just as emaciated as before, and just as injured, but the motions of his hands were less unsure.

“Are you sure you don’t want some privacy?” said Lex.

They had already seen all of him and more, been privy to his most brutal debasement and his lowest points. The concept that his mere nudity would mean anything in front of them was laughable, in his mind, but he appreciated the gesture. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay,” said Lex. “As long as it’s what you want.”

Valen pulled his underwear down, then turned to step up into the bathtub. He had free use of his hands this time, but just as he’d predicted, he still banged his foot on the ledge trying to step up into it.

“I gotcha,” said Ari, steadying him. She picked him up and lowered him into the water like she was firmly grasping a handful of dry spaghetti to put into a pot of hot water.

She let go, and he sank down into the warm water, tub luxuriously deep.

“It’s nice?” said Lex.

“Yes,” he said, eyes watering. “Th-thank you.”

Lex shrugged. “Well, we kind of had to.” No, you really didn’t. You definitely could have gotten away with leaving me in Hell. Lex produced a folded-up washcloth, sliding it onto the edge of the tub. “Here, the soap’s over there. We, ah, don’t have one of those nice detachable shower heads, so we’ll just have to refresh the water more than once.”

Part of Valen wanted her to use the washcloth with her own hands, but he knew it would be inappropriate to ask her to do that. He took the washcloth and wet it, then rubbed the soap on it.

He started washing the copious blood off his face. He’d known he was filthy, but he was still surprised by the amount of blood that came off, the speed at which the water turned rusty red. “O-oh,” he said, peeling more grime off. “I–I–I’m–It must have been ghastly to–to look at me like this the whole time.”

“I’ll start getting your stuff out of the van,” said Ari. “You’ll need some new clothes.” She prodded the pile of vile, blood-soaked clothes on the floor. “Um, do you think it’s worth trying to save these? Can we just get rid of them?”

“If–If–I can mend the holes, if you–if it’s not too much trouble to launder it–if you have a–supplies–to sew.”

Ari grimaced, but reached down and picked up the clothes without complaint. “Right…I’ll go throw this in the wash, then. We brought all the clothes you had in your closet and dresser.”

Oh, that was why they'd taken stuff from his house. “Th-thank you. I–I’m grateful to–that you thought to b-bring my things.”

Ari shut the door behind her, leaving Valen and Lex alone in the bathroom. Valen suddenly lost all courage to look directly at Lex, lowering his eyes to focus on rubbing the washcloth on himself, trying to pat his open wounds as gently as possible.

“Do you want me to wash your hair? Since you don’t seem to be able to lift your arms above your head.”

“Yes, please,” he said, barely above a whisper.

Lex squeezed some shampoo out and started to lather it onto his head. He closed his eyes, the soft touches washing over him, but disquiet growing in the pit of his stomach kept him from enjoying it completely. He was enjoying Lex’s touches, a lot, and maybe that was supposed to be only something Ari had a right to. The very last thing he wanted to do was upset Ari, to make himself unwelcome here in this haven he’d dared to hope for this whole time, to make her feel like she had to be territorial. What if she walked in on this? Would she be angry Valen was receiving affection from her?

“Are you sure–is it–” He realized partway through he’d made a fatal assumption, and the pendulum of his anxious, overthinking mind swung the other way–it’d been presumptuous to assume this was affection and closeness in the way he was thinking of it. He’d just never been touched so intimately by someone he actually wanted it from, and it was making his brain go haywire.

But it was too late to abort the question. “Go ahead,” said Lex encouragingly.

Valen swallowed. “Are you sure Ari would not object to the way you’re touching me?”

Lex’s hands stopped on his scalp. His anxiety skyrocketed. He’d definitely made a mistake of some sort. Oh god, they were going to kick him out, or give him back to Nick, or–or–

“Of course,” said Lex, her voice tinged with amusement. “She doesn’t care. Why do you think she would?”

Valen shook, sending out tiny ripples in the water. Now if he explained himself, he risked Lex being offended at his train of thought. He wanted so badly not to intrude on their relationship, while at the same time yearning for nothing more than that very same, impossible thing. He was here, in their house, and they were both helping him and treating him gently, and he wanted that to go on forever and forever–

He let out an overwhelmed squeak. “I–I’m not sure–I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” said Lex, sounding more baffled than anything. She went back to her rhythmic motions on his scalp. “Have you…Has no one ever washed your hair for you before? Besides that time I did it at the hunter’s compound, I mean.”

“N-no, no one has.”

Lex patted his shoulder. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Me and Ari do it for each other all the time.”

He let out another strangulated whine. Jesus Christ, Valen, keep it together. How pathetic and starved was he for connection with someone he could be genuine and tender with that he immediately piled all those hopes and desires on these two hunters who had hurt him so badly?

Lex poured some water over his head to rinse the shampoo out. “Oh, um…” she said. “Right, I needed to ask you… I think, at your house, I heard you…talking on the phone? I assume that was someone you wanted to come help you right?”

Fear shot through Valen as he recalled the phone call to Priscus. He’d almost forgotten about it already. “Oh–Oh, yes, yes, I–I’m sorry–I’m sorry, Alexis.”

“Don’t apologize,” she said. “It’s okay. I probably would have done the same thing. We just need to talk about it because it means someone is on the way to get you, right?”

Oh god. He’d begged Priscus to come save him. “I–I–I asked my husband to come rescue me.”

Was it his imagination, or did Lex look a little disappointed? “Oh.” She fidgeted. “Well, should we–should we call him again and make arrangements for him to come get you?”

“No!” Valen blurted out, then eased back. His initial response was always No, I don’t want to go with Priscus, but it was a very good question now. He’d called Priscus because he was at the very end of his rope, completely out of options, and he’d figured that being abused was better than being tortured… Now that it was looking more and more like torture was off the table, though, all his hatred of Priscus was returning.

But…Did he dare pass up this opportunity to make it off human territory? To make it back to safety, out of the reach of vampire hunters? How much did he trust that this treatment from Lex and Ari would continue? And did he trust them just because he wanted to believe they would continue to be kind to him?

“Really?” said Lex. “But–but you called him. Do you not want…?”

There weren’t any good options for him right now, but he chose where he was, what he could see, a tentative peace over guaranteed misery. “My husband is–my husband is a horrible man, whom I despise. I would only–I only called him as a last resort, because I was desperate to escape torture. I would count myself lucky if I never saw his face again.”

“Oh.” Lex fidgeted. “Well, if that’s the case…does he know where you are? Do we need to hide you?”

Valen’s heart was overwhelmed by the speed at which Lex became ride-or-die upon hearing that a hated husband was in the picture. “I was unable to give him the address before–before–those two arrived, and if he–even if he was able to track the location based on the phone number, or some trick, it would only lead him to–to my house out deep in the country.”

“Sheesh, that’s a good five hour drive. Yeah, I don’t know if he really has any way to find you then. …Right?”

“I believe so,” said Valen. “At least, I hope so.”

The door cracked open, and Ari’s disembodied arm came in, laying clothes on the sink. “Clothes,” she said succinctly, pointing to them without sticking her head in. “There. Bye.”

The arm withdrew, and they both heard the sound of furniture moving downstairs.

“So if I can ask,” said Lex. “I’m–I’m curious as to why you’re married to him if you hate him so much.”

Valen let his eyes fall down into the soapy water. “It was my parents’ idea. I–I did not have the courage to defy them on the issue until well after we were married and it became obvious to me how truly horrible it was.”

“Oh,” said Lex, sounding very, very sad. She watched Valen listlessly rub the washcloth on himself for a moment before saying, “Kind of the same thing happened to me. Well, not quite that bad, but my parents tried to set me up with this family friend’s son as soon as I told them I was dating Ari. They seemed to think they could convince me not to be queer if they just tried hard enough to find a man I would like better than Ari.”

“They–Mine also seemed to think they could convince me–not to be transsexual–if I married a proper husband and had proper wifely d-duties. They were–were also trying to break me of my–pacifist beliefs, believing them to also be im-improper.”

“I’m so sorry,” said Lex, voice heavy. “Oh my god, that’s awful. I’m so glad you got away from that.”

“As am I.” He swallowed. His voice was starting to get raspy again from using it so much, but he was finally, finally having a conversation with someone who could understand him even a little bit, and he didn’t want it to stop. “I–I still couldn’t get him to sign the divorce paperwork I initiated, which is why I–I still have his last name. Any time he–he s-starts to consider just letting me go, his-his parents say that divorce isn’t something to–to consider, and that he needs to be a proper husband to make me a proper wife.”

Lex suddenly got a look of intense sadness on her face. “I’m–I’m so sorry, Valen, I feel–I feel so horrible.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“No, I–” Her voice wobbled. “When we looked up your last name we assumed it meant you were an evil person working for the blood farms. I–I–I feel so horrible about what we did to you.”

Valen would have been angry at her, at some point in the past, he still was to an extent–but he was mostly just…too tired, and scared, and desperate for any gentleness to be angry about something that had already happened in the immutable past. “It was–your train of logic was sound…It was a fair assumption to make, given the circumstances.”

He looked up to see that Lex was full-on crying now. “It doesn’t matter, I–I’m so sorry, Valen, I’m so so sorry, I don’t know if you can ever forgive me. It’s our fault this all happened to you. I’m so, so, so sorry. How can I even begin making it up to you?'

He couldn't say it was all right, because it wasn't, but… "You are already off to a good start." He smiled weakly. “This still feels–not quite real. This is–the rescue I’d been hoping for. I am still-still a little afraid of waking up back in the basement.”

“No!” said Lex fiercely. “Absolutely not. I won’t let that happen to you. I shouldn’t have let it happen in the first place.”

He wanted to believe her so badly. “Thank you.” He dipped his head. “I think I am quite ready for a water change.”

Lex pulled the drain in the tub, watching the muddy brown water be flushed away, then plugged it back up and set the water to warm again.

“So, if–if I may ask in turn,” said Valen. “How did you and Ari–become involved?”

“We were childhood best friends,” said Lex, blushing and smiling, as though overwhelmed by the softness of the memory. “And we both got tired of boys breaking my heart over and over again.”

“That is–that is wonderful.”

It took one more water change before he was clean to his own satisfaction, at which point Lex helped him stand and towel himself off. He felt so, so much better than he had than after the last bath he’d had. There was no muzzle or cuffs to go back on, no Hell downstairs to go back to after the reprieve. He would go downstairs and instead of Nick and more vampire hunters, there would be Ari, bringing in his belongings, and more blood if he plucked up the courage to ask for it.

“Here, let me put some bandages on before you get dressed,” said Lex. She got out some ointment and bandages from the cabinet. He sat on the edge of the tub and tried not to shake as she rubbed ointment on his open wounds, gently wrapping them in gauze. The air was still warm and humid, the only sound the dripping of water, and Valen watched Lex’s delicate hands working tenderly at his injuries. Part of him thought it’d been worth it to accumulate the injuries if it meant Lex would touch him like that.

“There we go,” she cooed, securing the last bit of gauze on him. He was practically more gauze than skin at this point. “How’s that feel?”

“Better. Thank you.”

“Great, want to get dressed, then?”

“Yes, please.”

“Geez, good thing Ari brought you a belt, too,” said Lex as she helped him step into his pants. “You’re, like, five sizes too small for your clothes now.”

Valen had no comment on that. Lex apparently interpreted this to mean he was glowering, because she apologetically said, “Well–Well, we’ll get you back up to a healthy weight, don’t worry.”

So they did intend to feed him, long-term. That was a relief. He didn’t worry about where the blood would come from. They seemed like they were really going to do this for him. Tears welled in his eyes.

“I promise,” said Lex distressingly, doubling down. “It’ll be okay–please, I promise it’ll be okay, please don’t be upset.”

Valen decided to save his voice, so he merely wiped the tears off his eyes.

“Can I give you another hug?” said Lex.

“Yes,” said Valen instantly.

Her arms came around him. This time she was free to lean fully into it, since there was no blood on his shirt. She was…so warm.

“Thank you,” Valen whispered.

Lex smiled. “Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

She went down first, in case he fell. Ari’s voice could be heard from the kitchen.

“Are you really sure there isn’t anyone else there I can talk to?”

Valen peeked his head into the kitchen behind Lex. Ari was on the phone, looking agitated. His preternatural hearing let him hear the voice coming out of the speaker. “Yes, Ari, it’s only me here, now.”

Valen’s blood turned to ice. It was Nick’s voice. Ari was talking to Nick on the phone. Why was she talking to Nick?

“Fine,” said Ari. “Whatever. Just tell everyone else we can’t go on patrol tonight.”

“But you were supposed to go on patrol last night, and you didn’t.”

“Yeah, and we already didn’t do that.”

“You are scheduled to–”

“I know we’re scheduled, Nick, I’m telling you we have to be excused for now because Lex lost about seventy-five percent of the blood in her body. You were there.”

Valen flushed with guilt and embarrassment, drawing back behind Lex and leaning into the wall.

“Yes,” said Nick. “I’m aware. Fine. What about my research specimen?”

Valen put his knuckle in his mouth, trying not to cry out.

“Just as I told you, I killed it,” said Ari. “And no, we’re not catching you another one, before you ask.”

Nick growled in frustration. “Fine. If you are quite done being a bitch, you can hang up now.”

“You’re lucky I can’t kick your balls through the phone lines. Bye, scumbag.” Ari slammed the phone into the cradle. “It seems like it’s getting harder for Nick to hide what a piece of shit he is. He usually behaves to your face, at least.”

“Ari,” said Valen weakly. “Thank you for telling him I’m dead. Thank you for–for–for–for–”

“All right,” Ari grunted. “No need to cry about it. Come on into the living room. I guess it’s doubling as your bedroom for now.”

They brought in Valen’s dresser, end table, towels, all his clothes, some of his lab equipment and books, and whatever else they’d thought to grab. There really wasn’t that much of it, and it sort of fit in the living room.

Ari arranged things and kept looking back at him for a thumbs-up or thumbs-down, but he always assured her that it was perfect where it was, even it was clearly blocking the door or some other way it was obviously not perfect. They helped him put some clothes and shoes in the hall closet, and hung up extra curtains and taped them to the wall to ensure absolutely no sun could get into the room.

Once that was all done, Valen reported that he might be ready to eat more, so they went back into the dining room and had him repeat the exercise of loosely restraining himself. They did this a few more times over the course of the day, and each time he seemed a little less afraid of the muzzle.

Valen was obviously extremely tired, so they eventually offered to just let him just go to sleep, which he found agreeable. They pulled the plastic off the couch and removed the cushions, and unfolded it to reveal a mattress stored inside.

Tears welled in his eyes once more as he watched Ari stretch a fitted sheet over it and Lex put pillows and blankets on it. This was a bed. A bed. He’d get to sleep in a bed. They wanted him to sleep in a bed. He’d given up hope of ever having such a luxury again, of ever sleeping in anything except a metal box.

He turned around to see Lex holding a pair of soft sleep pants and an oversized shirt. “Do you want to borrow some pajamas? I noticed you don’t have any.”

“I…” The tears spilled over. “I–thank you, yes, thank you, I would like that so much.”

Lex helped him change into them, then helped him lie down, pulling the blanket up over him. He rolled over and buried his face in the pillow, the feeling of the soft fabric over his whole body practically overwhelming.

“Everything all right?” said Ari, giving a thumbs-up.

Valen bit the pillow, immediately ripping two small holes into it, but he was too overwhelmed to care much. “Mmm-hmmm,” he whined. Maybe he’d be able to sleep this time. Maybe.

“All right. Well, good night, then. Er, good day.”

They turned off the light and left him alone.

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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september nights

request: i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.”

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.”

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door, feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you.

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you.

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations.

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed.

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne.

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special.

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again.

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his.

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek.

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers.

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs.

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

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travellingarmy · 3 years

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║Venti║ Stars (R)

Requested from Wattpad.

Female reader as requested.

Warning: •Those who does not know what R-rated means, it simply means that it is restricted to children under 17 (according to google).

•This will most likely be crap because I still don't know how to write NSFW oneshots.

Word count: 2.1k

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"Just - hic - one more, Master Diluc!" Filled with the nightlife atmosphere in Angel's Share, Venti decided to join as well for the sake of sharing the same joy every Mondstadtian holds.

"You do know that these aren't free.." Diluc grumbles, a look of irritation visible on his face. "And don't you think you've had enough? You've had 33 glasses now."

"Ah, I can never get enough of Master Diluc's amazing brew!" the small bard exclaims. Diluc's face remained unchanged by the complement and went to make another glass for him. "You better pay for these."

"Haha, oh, Master Diluc, aren't you the jokester." Venti giggles. "I'm not joking," Diluc plainly said. "Haha, oh well.. Anyway.." Sounds of chatter drown out the taller male's warning that night by a loud bard who was starting to become tipsier with each drink.

After a couple more drinks- actually, it totalled to 50- Venti was now showing signs of passing out with his head on the counter, aside from occasional giggles and hiccups. Diluc grumbles in complete disbelief. Now that the bard was drunk, there was no way he would listen to his words.

An irritated sigh left the tavern owner's lips, seeing as he could do nothing about it. "I'll make sure you pay for it tomorrow so just go home," Diluc said to the bard who luckily listened, walking drunkenly out the tavern. "Thanks, Master Diluc!"

The cold air of the night brushed past the skin of the male, giggling as it tickles him. Oh how much he loves the wind so much.

Tonight, Venti did not go home- if he even has one- and instead, walk straight out of the city's gate; heading towards Starsnatch Cliff where he knew someone was sitting there all in her lonesomeness.

"(Y/N)!" the bard cheery voice made its way to your ears, making you turn to look at him. He waves and drunkenly giggles. "Venti, what are you doing here?"

"Hehe, I thought that my goddess wouldn't be asleep at this time and was here~" he answers, sitting down beside you. One sniff of him and your face wrinkled as if you were smelling a garbage site. "Ew, you went to the tavern again!?"

"Ehe." He shrugs, eyes closing into crescents as he smiled. You shook your head and brought your knees close to your chest, hugging it. You did not want to further push about the boring topic as it was quite often he would try to get wine from Diluc so silence was the only thing you could do.

You look at the stars in awe, a small smile tugging the corner of your lips. "It's quite nice today-- even the weather," you stated randomly. Venti leans back, using his arms as support. He took a glance at your soft figure before averting it to the sky you were seeing. "Even if it was cold, I would control the wind to make it warm for you," he points out, a smile of his own visible on his face.

In the midst of another silence, Venti's drunken state had his eyes started to wander on you, eyes tracing your face down to every detail. Your eyes that were half-lidded, your nose that was ever so his favourite feature, your lips-- oh let us not get into detail as to how much he loves those lips. Soon, his eyes wandered down to your neck and the strands of hair resting on it to tease him.

It might just be him being drunk and deluded or the atmosphere, but something in him wanted to do more than just looking at you.

With that being said, his hands slowly encircled your waist and drew you closer to him so that he could rest his chin on your shoulders. To you, it was just him wanting to hold you; nothing too suspicious and you continued to dismiss him.

However, that innocent thought was no longer when you felt his hands rub your sides in a slow and lustful manner. "V, Venti..!" you stutter, eyes widening as you look at him from the corner of your eyes.

He hums, eyes closed. "What is it, (Y/N)?" his voice still holding the same cheeky persona as his smile just grew wider. "U, um..!!" Your words died out on your tongue, the sudden rise of heat too overwhelming for you.

His lips made their way to your earlobe. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? Are you unwell?" he asks, a smirk replacing his playful smile. You bit your bottom lip and closed your eyes, unsure of what to do as you felt something in your stomach. It was like a fluttering feeling when you see your crush, but quite different.

"Do you.. Want me to help you, (Y/N)?" he breathlessly asks and went to nibble the sensitive part of your ears. A whimper that escaped your throat failed you which just urge the male further. His lips then slowly made their way to your neck and he was suddenly washed with the intoxication of your smell.

Not waiting for a reaction, he starts off by licking your neck and soon, sucking it hard enough to leave a mark. Once again, another whimper left you. You felt embarrassed by the sounds you had made, but the growing heat in the atmosphere was too much for you to fight.

One of his hands made its way down your body, rubbing your thighs as the other massages one of your breasts. Your chests start to expand wider with each breath you take.

Venti's hands soon returned to your chest and began to unbutton your shirt ever so skillfully. Once it was fully undone to the last button, he moves in front of you, pushing you down the grass and hovering on top of you.

His eyes were filled with lust and craved for you and your body. Hungrily, he smashes his lips onto yours and had a full heated session. He licked the bottom of your lips and you obliged, opening your mouth to allow his tongue to adventure inside, winning dominance.

He went back and suck the other side of your neck, also leaving a mark there as his hands unclip your bra, kneading your breast between his fingers.

At that point, heat, too, filled your body and made your mind hazy, letting out a moan. Soon, his lips trailed downwards and took the other breast in his mouth. He continued to do so and switched to give the same attention to the other.

His hand went lower, pulling your skirt down to your thighs. Teasingly, he rubs his fingers on your clothed cunt and you moaned yet again. "Hehe, you are so naughty, (Y/N)~ Already this wet for me?" he says, continuing to run through the article.

Soon, he had enough of the teasing and pulled down your last piece of clothing, leaving you fully exposed to the cool air of the night while he was still fully clothed.

"Tell me, (Y/N), what do you want me to do~?" he asks, pressing his cold fingers on your cunt, making you whimper. When you didn't say anything, he leaned closer to your ears and whispered, "If you don't tell me.." He moves his fingers teasingly. "I could just leave it here~"

"N, no..!" You shot your eyes wide open, revealing your desperation and lust. "Hm~? Then tell me, what is it that you want me to do?" He smiles and his eyes were overshadowed with a dark playfulness.

"P, please.. I, I want your fingers.. In me.." you say, a bit embarrassed at the dirty words that left your tongue. Venti chuckles, but answered to your wish, plunging one finger inside which made you moan. Urged on by the sound, he entered a second one. "Look at you~ So greedy for my touch."

You weren't listening to his words as he starts pumping his fingers, slow at first to make you just whimper. "What do you want me to do now, (Y/N)?" he asks once again. "Is this too slow for you?"

"Please.. G, go faster..!" Again, listened to your wish and started to pump faster, adding two more fingers in the mix. He returns to attack your breast and bit your nipples and his free hand went to massage the other.

The stimulation was too much for you, being touched everywhere soon made a knot inside of you that was waiting to be snapped at any moment. "V, Venti..!" That was all he needed to hear for him to stop, moving away from you.

You look at him, confused and upset, but that was soon answered as he stood up and pulled both his pants and undergarments down. "(Y/N), why don't you be a good girl and repent?" he beckons you to go on your knees.

You listened, getting on your knees and bringing your face closer to his cock that was dripping with precum. "Well? Don't tell me you don't wish to repent." You gulped and slowly bring your lips to the tip of his dick, licking the precum off of it.

You felt him shudder from above which urged you on. You opened your mouth and brought half of it inside your mouth, earning a groan from the male.

You then started to suck on his cock and another moan erupted from his vocal cords, putting a gentle hand on your head. You only sucked halfway of it and pumped the rest, not wanting to choke.

When it has gotten to a point that was much to his pleasure, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head; pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. You moaned on his cock, feeling it touch the back of your mouth and made you gag.

"Don't stop now, (Y/N). After all, you want to be forgiven right?" He tugs on your hair and you continued. Venti became a moaning mess, guiding your head as he does so. And soon, you felt his cock twitch inside you. You suck him faster, wanting to help him in his release.

Followed by a long moan, he fills your mouth with his juice, keeping your head locked on his dick so that you don't waste a single drop.

Once you gulped all of them down, he pulls away. "Aren't you a good girl~?" he coos. "You deserve a reward so why don't you get on your hands and knees for me, hm?"

You listened, wanting to get your own release as well. He got behind you and you felt excitement wash through you and the knot that was still there.

He put his hands on your breasts, giving it a little squeeze. "Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?" he whispers in your ear. "You can always tell me to stop, okay?" You nod.

With that, he moved his wet cock inside you. You whimpered at the overwhelming foreign heat that entered you. Venti was patient with you and waited for you to adjust to the feeling.

"P, please move.." you say breathlessly after a while. Venti listened and started to enter and leave your hole, building up his stimulation once more.

Moans, pants, and lust filled that night and at each thrust, he went faster and faster as you grip onto the grass, feeling your legs numbing. "Harder, Venti..!" you cried out, the knot close to breaking.

His grip on your waist was for sure going to leave marks on your skin, but that didn't matter to your right now.

He pulls out completely but quickly slams it back inside you. Your head jerks up and moaned loudly. The sight of the was stars blurring as you were being pounded into and drool went down the corner of your mouth.

Venti's thrust became sloppier and sloppier by the second. He buried his face on your shoulders and bit it hard enough that it drew blood, but you were too focused on the pleasure that you hadn't noticed.

"V, Venti, I--" At that moment, the knot snapped and you came on his dick. Venti thrusts a couple more times before he, too, came inside you, groaning as his second wave was finally released.

He fell on top of you, both your legs too weak to carry the weight of your bodies. He didn't take himself out just yet and listen to the two of you pant.

"Let's go home, hm?" he suggests between heavy breathing. You nod and watch as he pulls out, letting out a whimper at the sudden emptiness inside you.

He dresses himself up first and later helped you since you were unable to do it and carried you home. "I love you, (Y/N)." He kisses the side of your head, watching you slowly fall asleep.

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bluemoonstonesy · 3 years

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so it hasn’t even been a day since my last request yet, but well, here i am again 👀. and right now i am in the mood for stonesy and something hot + i wouldn’t mind the lack of tact from kyle as well, who well... showed himself in a wrong moment XD

Rule Breaker

John Stones

warnings: slight smut

“You need to be quiet, okay?” John’s voice is hushed, eyes wide but soon softening as they admire your body. Your fingers trace over his chest as you give him a reassuring nod, indicating that you understand his words.

“What happened to the rules then, eh?” You tease, “Remember last night? You were pretty adamant that we couldn’t.”

You’re silenced by his familiar lips on yours, beautiful and large hands roaming your body and unclipping your bra - the material soon finds a new home on the floor of your temporary bedroom.

SGP doesn’t have many rules that are difficult to follow. But there is one that some players and their significant other’s find to be a bit of a bother - the good old ‘no sex under any circumstances’ rule. You and John have been pretty good with it. But after watching him train in the sunshine with that typical Stonesy tan along with his training gear resting in all the right places, it’s becoming hard to keep your hands off him.

“Well do you blame me? You’re gorgeous.”

No matter where you are, you’ll never be able to halt the redness that flushes to your cheeks whenever John compliments you. His hands once again wander, this time further down to the place you crave him the most. A sly grin appears on his face as your mouth parts slightly.

It isn’t long before you feel him slipping inside of you, thrusting his hips as the headboard slaps against the wall. It’s not enough to alert the other rooms that sit on the corridor, but it’s enough to have you seeing stars, the feeling of him filling you up once again better than you imagined after the week of minimal contact.

John’s raspy moans are like music to your ears, resting his head into the crook of your neck as he focuses all of his attention onto you and your body that he’s been craving more than you could ever imagine.

The sounds of names and moans intertwine in the air, both of you soon approaching your highs as your bodies stay connected on the bed. You dig your nails into his back, orgasm so close that you can almost taste it.

“John!” The door opens so quickly that neither of you have time to dive fully under the duvet, “Emergency team meeti-“

The sudden appearance of Kyle is something that definitely isn’t needed at that moment, made clear by the scowl on your boyfriend’s face and the sudden yell that leaves his mouth, “Mate! Fucking get out!”

You swallow awkwardly, feeling your upcoming high immediately fizzle out as John stays on top of you. You glance upwards to where his face is reddened - sweat covering his hair for more than one reason.

His best friend doesn’t have to be told twice, backing away with a snide grin on his face, “Should’ve learned my lesson from when I went into Ben’s room.”

#john stones #england nt #man city #john stones imagine #john stones oneshot #john stones smut #man city imagine #england nt imagine #england nt smut #football imagine #football smut

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let me take care of you - lana winters x reader

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summary: domestic bliss (a massage and a bath).

includes: lana x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, all in reader's POV.

warnings: semi nsfw but no smut

inspired by Dangerous ASMR's audio on youtube

1,794 words

Y/N POV//

A knock on the door makes me pause on turning the bed down.

"Babe? It's me!"

I look up to see Lana at my bedroom door, "There you are, I missed you!" I wrap my arms around her neck, standing on my tippy toes to give her a quick peck. "You didn't have to knock you know" I chuckle.

She rests her hands on the dip of my waist, "Well I know I don't have to knock, but it just seems rude not to."

"Lana, we've been together for a year and a half. If I wanted you to knock I wouldn't have given you a key!"

I cut her off with a kiss.

"Was that too much?" she asks.

"Unless you were about to say shower, yes."

"Geez make up your mind" she laughs, kissing me again.

We part when breathing becomes a problem, "Okay enough of that, how was your day?" I ask.

"Not the best. Average problems of a working woman. No one wants to listen to me despite my being in charge. The weather was horrible, so we had to relocate a few shoots. I spent an hour arguing with the network about my clothing instead of the matters at hand." she shrugs

"I don't know how you handle them."

"Eh, it's not so bad" she waves her hand to say it's nothing, taking off her blazer.

I stand behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders while she removes her jewelry, "Are you sure you're not just used to the stress at this point? I feel like your gauge is broken. Like a normal person's stressful is your average Tuesday morning."

She furrows her brows as she thinks, "No I—"

"Nope. Nope, sorry I don't think so."

Lana laughs, "Sweetheart—"

I put my hand up, "No you're definitely stressed. I can see it in your eyes."

She rolls those eyes, "Oh please, honey."

"Nuh uh, it's true. Lucky for you, you're dating the worlds foremost expert on stress relief."

She bursts out laughing.

"What?" I try to suppress my own laughter, "It's true!"

"Sure, honey."

"I'm certified."

She takes her earrings out, staring at me incredulously through the mirror.

"How bout I let you be the judge of that? Just sit down..." I walk her to the bed, "and let me relax you. Ju—" she tries to get up, "—just sit down!"

"Sweetheart I'm really not stressed" she chuckles.

"Damnit, stop being so difficult woman!" I laugh.

"Fine" she sits on the edge of the bed.

"There. Thank you. Now... I'm going to take off your shirt."

A smirk forms as I unbutton her blouse.

"It's G rated I swear!"

She stares blankly.

"Okay PG" I shrug.

She raises a perfectly shaped brow.

"Hard PG"

Lana laughs as lays her blouse on the bed.

"Good... thank you." I go to grab some lotion, "Now let me use my hands to give you a stress relieving back massage." I turn her to lay on her stomach and unclip her bra.

"This is getting less PG, my love."

I straddle her hips giggling, "Yeah"

"Not that I mind" she moves her hair to the side so I have better access to her neck and shoulders.

"Good. Now prepare for an amazing- well maybe not amazing, but at least like pretty good which is way better than nothing so... a massage... oouuu" I slowly glide my fingers up and down her back.

"Mmm that feels good" she sighs.

"I can feel the tension in your upper back. I'm gonna have to work all these nasty knots out for you."

"Probably from being hunched over my desk, writing all the time"

"Is this good or do you need a little more pressure?"

"Little more please, honey"

"Okay... like this?"

"Oouuu yeah" she moans out.

I can't help but grin, "Just relax baby. Let me melt away all of your tension. You work too hard you know—"

"I don't—"

"You do! You happen to be the hardest working person I know, and you should be proud. But you know you can take a break sometimes. The world isn't gonna explode if you do... well a 98% chance, give or take." I laugh.

We go quiet for a moment. I switch between massaging her neck and connecting her freckles with my fingertips.

Lana's breath hitches when I place a soft kiss on the center of her back, "That doesn't feel like a massage"

"Oh, no. Kissing is a completely legitimate massage technique." I assure her.

"They taught you this in your relaxation training?"

"Shhh" I kiss the nape of her neck and lower my voice, "I told you I'm the foremost relaxation expert, so don't question me. Just..." I try not to laugh, "go with it."

She lets out a cross between a content sigh and moan as I alternate between massaging and kissing.

"Don't you feel better already?"

"Mhm"

"That's what I thought. More touching, less stressing. Perfect."

"Just like you" she mumbles.

I scoff.

"Perfect doesn't mean you don't have imperfections- you know what I mean. Just an all around amazing goddamn human being. Smart, kind, funny, hard working—"

"Well you're all that and too hardworking" I laugh.

"Well you are absolutely breathtakingly sexy."

I scrunch my nose, “So we’re just saying things now”

She opens an eye to peak at me over her shoulder, "Why do you always make a face when I say that?" she smiles.

"I'm still getting used to the whole compliment thing"

"Jokes on you. I think you're at your sexiest when you're making a stupid face."

"Oh ha ha." I say sarcastically.

She rolls onto her back and I somehow end up beneath her. My hands find her thighs as she fully takes off her bra, "I have been waiting to take that evil contraption off all day."

"By all means, burn it if you must!" I grin looking up at her.

She takes my hands in hers, kissing my knuckles, "I missed you all day. Thank you for that" she bends to kiss me, "I love you."

"I love you more" I whisper back.

Her eyes light up when she takes off my night shirt and sees I'm wearing nothing underneath, "Well then... you turn over, I want to release some of your tension."

"How kind of you" I smile as I close my eyes.

"There we go, just work our way down. Ease out every bit of stress you've been carrying around." she mocks a soothing voice, taking some lotion into her hand. "Are you enjoying yourself, my love?"

"Mhmmm"

I hear the smile in her voice, "You needed this, too, it seems."

"Yeah" I sigh.

"It's okay to need people, you know? You don't have to do everything yourself. Admitting that you need help sometimes isn't just healthy, it's brave."

"Did Kit say that?"

Lana laughs, "He did. Still, if someone cares about you then they'll wanna help. But don't- don't let them give you a topless back massage, okay?"

"No promises."

She bites my shoulder lightly, earning a laugh from me, "This is just for me" she soothes the bite with a soft kiss, "especially if they add in the kissing technique."

"I wouldn't want anyone else, my love."

"I'm glad" she adds more pressure to my upper back.

"Mmmmmm that's nice"

She chuckles lowly.

"But when you're done I'm taking care of you for the night" I remind her.

"You don't have to, sweetheart"

"I want to."

"You're very sweet daring but—"

"Pleaaaase?"

She sighs, "Fine!"

I roll onto my back so she's now sitting in my lap, "Great! Oouuu, I'm gonna pamper the fuck out of you!"

"I don't think that's PG, darling, but I like the sound of that."

"It doesn't have to be literal but whatever it takes... I'm a giver.” I start to kiss along her neck, "Sooo, I'm gonna go draw you a bath—"

"I still have work to do—"

I take hold of her hips, "Nope. Work can wait till later. What you need are bubbles, candles, a nice drink, some music... me..." we laugh, "there's room right?" I whisper, kissing just behind her ear.

She inhales sharply, putting her arms around my shoulders, "I don't mind if it's a bit of a tight fit... not if you don't."

I laugh in her neck, "As long as you don't mind my feet in your face."

She scoffs, "I do mind and that's not what I meant! This is supposed to be romantic you jerk." she glares at me, "Deep breath in" we inhale "and out, ahhhh so romantic... and slippery."

I tickle her sides till she falls onto the bed, "I'll go run the water" I peck her nose and head towards the bathroom.

"I'll get drinks"

I meet her in the kitchen after I start the water, "Now why don't you follow me. I can get you out of the rest of those entirely pointless clothes, so you can slip into a nice warm tub."

She smile, "No bathing suit?"

I smirk, "Nope, we're ditching the PG rating."

She sets the drinks on the ledge by the tub, unzipping and pulling down her skirt. I know she's been topless this whole time and we've been together for almost two years, but her in the altogether? I'm just as overwhelmed as I was the first time I saw her.

"Are you gonna get undressed or just watch me?" she says without looking at me.

"I—" Keep eye contact. Don't look down. Don't— I looked down and I am never looking away.

She grins as she unties my sweatpants, "I thought you were gonna take care of me, darling?"

I let out a nervous laugh, "I intend to"

"Get to it then"

I somehow find the strength to light a few candles, turn off the lights, and settle in the tub behind her.

"No feet in my face?" Lana smiles as she leans her back against my chest.

"I didn't think you'd be into that"

She laughs, "Of course not. But I am in my element right now."

"A bath?"

"Between your legs" she grins.

"Lana!" I laugh.

"I can't help it, you're rubbing off on me."

"Maybe after the bath" I smirk.

"See! There you go now!"

"Well I said I'd take care of you"

"I'll hold you to that" she takes both my hands.

"I'll hold you to me later"

She laughs as I kiss her neck, "I like the sound of that"

#american horror story #ahs asylum #lana winters #x reader #lana winters x reader #sarah paulson

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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The washing room

Summary: You spill your drink on Loki and decided to clean his shirt. Word count: 1.485 words Warning: Smut A/N: A bit busy with school lately. Not a very long story, but still hope you like it :) Let me know if you have any comments, suggestions or ideas!

“No, I’m not doing it”

“It would just be for this night. Please? As a favour for me?”

“FINE! But just for THIS night! And don’t forget to say hi to Jane for me”

You followed Thor to the living room. Loki sat there reading one of his books. He didn’t look up when the two of you entered. He licked his finger and turned over a page. “I’m going to Jane’s tonight. So lady Y/N will be keeping you company tonight” Thor said to Loki. “You mean babysitting” he said without looking up. Thor sighed and looked at you “Don’t let him get into trouble”. You gave him an sceptic look. “Okay, just call me when he gets into trouble”

You sat down on the couch and turned on the tv. You started to flip through the channels. “Can’t you just pick something to watch” said a low voice near your ear. You gasped in shock and accidently dropped the remote on the floor. Loki walked around the couch and picked up the remote. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack” you hissed at him. He plopped down next to you “Not amused, darling?”

He changed the channel and a horror film started to play. You tried to take the remote but he held it too high. “Come on, you know I scare easily” you whined. He looked into your eyes “Isn’t it your job to keep me out of trouble?” he smirked. “Besides, if you’re really scared you can curl up to me” he winked at you. You felt yourself blush a little. You crossed your arms and stared at the tv. “Would you like a drink?” he asked you. “Eh.. yeah, since when are you so nice?” “I am always nice to you” he conjured up two cups and handed one to you.

It wasn’t a secret that of all the people living in the tower Loki got the best along with you. That included his own brother. He never threatened to throw you out of a window or stab you. But he sure was annoying most of the time. He was always finding way of getting under your skin. Putting hair dye in your shampoo, or your books too high so you can’t reach them. But the most annoying part was that you couldn’t stay mad at him too long. You were madly in love with him from the first day he moved in. He could be moody, but was always charming. And the two of you had more intimate moments, seeing a side of him not everybody knows about. Plus he had a certain grace about him. Everything he did seemed flawless, calculated. His emerald eyes and long black hair had you staring at him every time he wasn’t watching.

You pretended not to notice his arm sliding behind you on the back of the couch. Sure, you and Loki were friends. And he was an enormous flirt and tease, but you always doubted his sincerity. You weren’t following the movie, suddenly a jump scare appeared on the screen. Out of instinct you put your hands in front of your face, spilling the drink you were holding over Loki’s shirt. You heard him sigh and you saw the wet stain on his shirt. “O my god, I’m so sorry!” You stood up and went to grab a towel from the kitchen. When you came back Loki had taken his shirt off. You stopped in your tracks and stared at his abbs. When you see Loki you wouldn’t take him for a muscular guy, but he certainly had a trained body. He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts. You were hoping he didn’t notice your face reddening.

You walked towards him and started to dry his chest. “Again, so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he put his finger under your chin and tilted your head. You looked straight in his emerald eyes “It’s okay, darling” he said in a husky voice. He let go of your chin and put hand on top of yours, which was still holding the towel to his chest. He lightly stroked your hand, not breaking eye contact. Your mind was racing with thoughts about Loki and you kissing, undressing and more. “Ehm… you shirt! I should put it in the washer” you quickly said. You broke contact and grabbed his shirt. You quickly walked towards the washing room.

You bend down to put his shirt in the washer. When you closed the washer door you stood up straight. You felt two hands on your hips and a chest at your back. A hand left your hips and put your hair behind your ear. You felt lips against your ears and hear him whisper “Y/N, I can’t do this anymore. I need you, badly” You turned around and faced him in shock “W- what?” “Darling, you must have noticed the teasing and flirting lately. I certainly noticed that slight blush on your face” he put a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you towards you. Your lips were almost touching. “Can I?” he asked. You nodded and you felt his lips press lightly against yours. He kept going and you felt his tongue begging you for entrance. You opened your mouth and let him in. You slid your own tongue down his mouth and started to explore it. Your hands were stroking his chest lightly.

He broke the kissing and smiled at you. “I don’t think this is quite fair” he said. He grabbed the under hem of your shir and pulled it over your head. He started to kiss you again and you felt a hand unclip your bra. You put your hand around him on his back and pulled him as close as you could “it’s cold” you said. “I know a way that will warm you up” he smirked. He pushed you back, trapping you between the washer and his body. He grabbed you by your hips and pulled you up, placing you on top of the washer. You tried to break the kiss, but he wouldn’t let you. “I need air” you said between kisses. “I have been waiting to kiss you since I met you, I am not stopping” he growled. You giggled and put your hands in your hair. You felt him smile and felt his hands staring to caress you breasts. You felt your nipples harden as the kissing became more passionately.

You squeaked when the washer started to wash in the highest setting. Sending vibrations through your entire body. Loki chuckled “Enjoying yourself?” You felt him open up the buttons of your pants, sliding his hand down. You moaned and started to kiss his chest, trailing up to his neck and ear. Feeling proud when you heard a soft moan escape from his lips. He started to tease you by drawing circles on your underwear, right on top of your clit. You tried to move your hips with his movements. Becoming wetter with the minute. “Stop teasing me” you moaned. “Teasing is in my nature” he said with amusement in his voice.

A green shimmer engulfed the washer and it started to vibrate at a higher pace. You yelped at the new feeling, but Loki shut you up by sliding his tongue back in your mouth. You felt him slide your underwear to the side and go back to drawing circles on top of your clit. His fingers went lower and two of them entered you. Making you moan like crazy. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you. Loki started to place kisses up and down your neck, occasionally biting you softly. While his fingers worked their way in and out of you, you felt his thumb go back to your clit. The overstimulation and the vibrations of the washer send were becoming to much. You started to moan louder “Loki, please… I’m so close” He stopped kissing you and looked into your eyes. “Come for me” he whispered in his low husky voice. You didn’t know how, but came undone immediately at his command, moaning his name.

Loki worked you through your high. The washer stopped vibrating. He pulled his fingers out of you, as slow as he could. He kissed you passionately. He put his fingers to his own mouth and licked them clean. He was still staring into your eyes. Watching him do that got you worked up again. He grabbed your hips and pulled you against him. Your legs wrapped around his waist and a hand supported your ass. You felt his erection against your heat. “I’m not done with you” he whispered. He walked you back to his room. “Good thing we were alone tonight” you said. “Hmm.. almost as if someone planned it this way” he said teasingly while squeezing your ass.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki marvel #loki odinson #loki of asgard #Smut #shameless smut #lokixyou #loki x reader #loki smut

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Aaaaand here I am 🤓. Good afternoon darling, how are you? I hope you're fine 🥰.

About your interesting idea: I was thinking about Peter Parker. Maybe it's stupid but he could make the reader jump on the counter and have sex in the kitchen? I'm little bit disappointed with myself because it's not so original 🤣🤣🤣

If you don't like it, delete it 😊.

I can't wait to read the others 😍😍😍

a/n: this was so sweet let’s do this thanggg

warnings: 18+, smut, peter parker obvi aged up

pairing: peter p x fem reader

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The make out was heated. You tugged on Peters brown curls as he nipped at your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. His large hands roamed your body, as you started tugging off his red hoodie. Once he finally shrugged it off, you too the chance to free your hands all over his defined abs.

He started to back you up into the wall, making you wonder what he was doing since you’d run out of room. “Jump.” he seductively whispered into your ear, and you immediately obeyed him, and jumped into his muscular arms. He hoisted you up, and held onto you buy your lower back, while you held on by his neck. He suddenly started moving, headed toward the kitchen.

This made you excited, a rush of adrenaline coming through your body as he ripped your crop top off. He placed you on the counter, breaking the kiss to look at you, eyes asking if he can take off your skirt. You nodded in repsonse, and without skipping a beat, he undid the button to your skirt, and slid it off your legs. He rubbed his tumb against your clit, making you more wet against the cotton of your panties.

He removed his hand from your heat, and went back to making out with you. You took this opportunity to rub his clothed length, feeling it grow painfully large. Without breaking the kiss, you undid his jeans, and he got the message kicking them off. You continued to palm his through his briefs, as he unclipped your bra, freeing you boobs. He pinched at your nipple, as you started to toy with the waste band of his underwear.

“You gonna keep teasing me like that darling? You wanna be punished eh?” He hissed at you. “C’mon baby, have some patience in me.” With that, you pulled down his briefs, freeing his erection, making it slap his stomach (kill me). “So wet for me already, you want me to fuck you on the counter baby?”

You didn’t even have time to answer, as he pushed his whole self into you. Of course it hurt, this boy was packing you could never get used to his length. Once you nodded, meaning that he could move, he bottomed out of you.

then again.

and again.

Once he finally found a steady rythem, you started to lose yourself. Your back was slamming against the kitchen drawers, making the untencils inside jangle. Peter was relentless with his thrusts, making sure you got maximum pleasure. “Fucking hell Pete,” you moaned as he took your nipple inbetween his mouth and lightly bit it. You hands were glued to his shoulders, as he continued to ram into you.

You repeated his name like a mantra, a prayer needed to be said over and over again. “Peter oh my- right fucking there!” You practically screamed as he found your G-spot, now aiming his thrusts toward that special spot. “PETER! I’m so close I-“

“Make a mess for me princess.”

With his words of encouragement, you let go of the knot forming in your pit, making your eyes sight go blank. The sound of slapping skin was the only thing you can hear, as you felt yourself spasm around Peter. Soon, you were able to regain your senses, making you realize his thrusts were getting sloppier.

“You close baby? You gonna cum inside me Pete? Wanna feel you cum..”

You intentionally egged him on, as his eyes went shut, and let out a load groan. You felt him release inside you, his seed mixing with your insides. Heavy breaths filled the room. As you held Peter close to you, and he burried his head in your neck. He softly kissed your temple, and stroked your hair as he chuckled.

“We really did make a mess darling.”

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Hey! Can you write a tommyxreader where they get arranged marriage for a deal with a rival gang. And the first time they sleep together is after tommy loses his shit seeing someone flirt with her and can’t control himself

Thank you for requesting this! Hope you like it ♥️♥️

In holy matrimony

Warnings: smut, swearing, arranged marriage, sleazy men at the bar, the entire FIC not being proof read so maybe some questionable autocorrect?

“You may now kiss the bride,”

You gulped as your new husband brushed his lips against yours as everyone clapped. You blushed prettily and slid your arm into his as he led you back down the aisle. He hardly looked at you, hardly spoke to you, and when the party drew to a close, he didn’t carry you to his room, bridal style. He asked his maids to show you the way while he cleaned up some business with your brother, and did not return until you were fast asleep under the covers. The next morning when you woke up, he was just leaving the room.

For the first three months of your marriage, you barely saw one another, stuck at Arrow House while he toed and froed between Small Heath and London. The maids whispered and gossiped about your passionless marriage as you played with Charlie, reading him stories and singing to him to get him to sleep. One night he called you mummy. You cried yourself to sleep that night. He saw you as a mother, but no matter what you did, you couldn’t get your husband to see you as a wife.

It was a Friday, and your sister in law had insisted that Tommy bring you to Small Heath to go to the garrison- “She’s family, Tom. She’s your wife, bloody treat her like it,”

You were sat in the side room, nursing gin and tonic while Tommy smoked. The silence was uncomfortable and no one knew quite what to say. You were a fair bit younger than Tommy, in your early 20s, and you were sure his brothers knew he barely slept in the same room. Gulping, you rested your hand on Tommy’s knee, murmuring “I’m just going to get some more tonic in this,” you murmured, standing up and leaving the room before he could tell you to just use the hatch.

You waited at the bar behind a load of men, trying to get the barman’s attention to no avail, constantly getting shoved to the back of the queue every time you were next in line. When you finally got to the front and ordered your drink, you felt someone groping your arse. you gulped as he leaned into your ear. “Let me buy that for you, darlin’”

“Er...no thank you, Sir,” you murmured, trying to shift to the side. “My drinks are on the house,”

“I bet they are, a hot little thing like you eh? Bet you make such pretty noises with that soft little voice, huh?”

“Sir, I’m actually married-”

“ah, you won't mind me fucking you into next week, love, and I’m sure your husband won’t mind, and even if he does, he doesn’t need to know, yeah?”

“Actually he does mind, and he does need to know,”

You had never been so glad to hear the low voice of your husband. instantly you hurried to him, leaving your drink at the bar. Subconsciously, you slid your arm into his, the same way you had done on your wedding night. Feeling your small arm tremble in the crook of his elbow set something alight in Tommy, and he announced, quite loudly to the rest of the pub “Any of you fuckers touch my wife, I swear to god I will throw you in the cut,” he walked you back into the side room and grabbed his coat. “I’m taking my wife home,” he said.

“Will you be coming back, Tom?” Arthur called as the door slammed.

“No... I don't think he will. He has that look in his eye,” Ada smirked. “Looks like he’s gonna acknowledge the fact that he’s married a lovely young woman,”

“Only took him three months to bloody consummate it!”

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“Mr Shelby, I know you don’t love me... you don't have to... consummate this marriage, m-my brother said you’d probably call it off once you sorted the business and that’s why you wouldn’t have me...”

“I’m not Mr Shelby to you. I’m Tommy. And I finished the business with your brother on our wedding night,”

“But why didn’t you sleep with me... why have you just ignored me for three months?” you whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “We’ve never been together and yet I miss you,”

He sighed, rubbing his face. “You... You’ve got to understand, YN... I’m over ten years your senior,”

“I don’t care,” you mumbled, but he still carried on.

“I’m over ten years your senior, you’re young, gentle, good, caring...”

“Listen to me! I don’t care that you're older than me,” you blushed when he stared at you but carried on. “I don’t care, alright! You made me feel safe tonight when that man was feeling me up. I’ve grown up around my brother’s gangsters and criminals making sure I don’t get attacked, but I’ve never felt as safe as when you... took my arm,” you looked at the ground. “You make me feel protected and I-I think I love you. You don’t have to say it back, or do anything, not if you don't mean it-”

He was kissing you, cupping your cheeks in both his hands, his lips pressed firmly against yours. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours. “I think I love you too,” he murmured. “I’m starting to... to love you...”

You gulped as you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned to kiss him gently, testing the waters, sighing gently as he deepened the kiss. “Shall we consummate this marriage, Tommy?” You murmured and he groaned softly against your lips, lifting you up, hands squeezing your buttocks. “Oh god yes,” he groaned, laying you down slowly.

He trailed soft kisses down your throat, running his hands up your body and hitching your dress further up your thighs each time his hands went up. You sighed, arching your back and stroking his cropped hair. “Tommy... I’ve never done... I’m... ive never been...” you whispered, panting.

“You’re a virgin?” He murmured, stilling his movements. For a moment you thought he’d leave you again, but your worries were quashed when he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Alright, love,” he whispered, before kneeling, slowly unclipping and rolling each stocking down, kissing every inch of newly revealed flesh as he went. You sighed softly, stroking his hair gently, but gasped when his deft fingers skittered over the delicate skin of the inside of your thighs. Fingers twitching, you lifted your dress up and over your hips, undoing the button at the bavk and slinging it to the side. Tommy groaned at the sight of you in your silk slip and knickers. He crooked your thigh, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he kissed and sucked at the inside of your thighs. You whined at the curious mixture of suction and the tickling of his tongue, writhing your hips at these new sensations.

When Tommy pressed his thumb to your clothed clit you nearly jumped off the bed, spreading your legs a little wider and arching your back, gasping. He smirked up at you as he rubbed slow, tight circles, your underwear causing a delicious burning friction. You whimpered, clutching onto the bedsheets as your hips twisted, an unfamiliar tension coiling in your stomach. Thighs quivering, you called Tommy’s name, but he simply said “let it happen, YN,” pressing just that little bit harder. Waves of pleasure washed over your thrashing body as you moaned, biting your hand you quiet yourself. A few moments later, Tommy resurfaced, smiling gently at you as you looked at him with hazy, dazed eyes. He grinned when you reached for him and he fell next to you, rubbing your sides soothingly. “D-does that always happen?” You asked, thighs still twitching slightly.

Tommy grinned boyishly and caressed you’re cheek, pushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. “If a man knows what he’s doing,” he said, the corners of his mouth tugging into a slight smirk. You giggled, blushing ever so prettily, stroking a finger over his buttons absentmindedly. “You want this off, YN?” He asked, gesturing to his waistcoat.

“Yes please. Your shirt too. And your trousers. I want it all off, mine too,” you whispered, sitting up a little. He grinned, sitting up with you and together you managed to undo all of his buttons and strip him down to his underwear. You hummed, kissing him deeply as you spread your palms over his bare chest, tracing his tattoo and grasping his strong back. You pulled away from him and, taking a deep breath, you got off the bed, standing before him as he lay propped on his elbows, and lifted your slip up and over your head. He palmed his cocked as you did, and his breath caught in his throat when you unclipped your bra and cast it aside. You then bent over, sliding your knickers and garter belt down your thighs, kicking them away. You blushed and stood with one hand across your tummy gripping your other arm as Tommy’s eyes scanned you up and down, from the swell of your breasts to the pert peaks of your nipples, the soft flesh of your tummy, hips and thighs, before finally, settling on the curls between your legs.

He cleared his throat and you saw his Adam’s apple bob. “Fucking hell... come here, love,” he said, voice barely more than a hoarse whisper as you crawled over to him, long hair falling over your shoulders. You looked at his tented boxers and licked your lips, before looking back to his eyes. “Be my guest, love,” he rasped. You grinned, and slid his underwear off, giving him a lovely view of your rear as you freed the, from his ankles. You trailed one finger up the vein pulsing on the underside of his heavy shaft, breath coming in little pants as his thighs tensed. Watching his face, eyes fixed to his, you slowly wrapped your hand around him and pumped his cock languidly, eyes lidded with desire. He grunted and grabbed your chin, breaking your focus. “Fucking... YN... I need you love,” he said, almost pleadingly.

“I’m all yours,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his. He groaned and pushed you onto your back, and you gladly cradled him between your thighs as he kissed you hard, his cock leaking warm sticky precum onto your bruised inner thigh. “Please...” you moaned out, nipping his lip experimentally. He groaned lowly, and you felt the vibration running through his chest as he lined his cock of with you. He pushed the tip in, stopping when he felt resistense.

“This’ll sting, just for a bit, okay, YN?” He murmured into your shoulder. “But id you wanna stop, you’re to tell me, understand,” you nodded, already panting. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt him push through your barrier and you pushed your face into his neck, thighs clenching a little tighter around his hips. He grunted slightly, pushing in until he had no more to give, before waiting for you to tell him to move. When you bucked your hips up slowly to meet his, he groaned and together, you settled into a slow rhythm, every inch of skin touching one another. You locked your ankles behind him, using your heels to dig into his back and pull him closer, deeper, impossibly so. You just felt so... full. Tommy Shelby was clouding your every sense and you were quickly becoming addicted, undulating your body to grind your nipples against his chest, your clit against his pelvis, and your innermost pleasure points against his pulsing length.

You felt that coiling pressure in your stomach from earlier and whimpered “Tommy,- Tom... Ah! Tommy, I’m-I’m-Ah!” You moaned desperately, trying to find a word for the immense pleasure he was churning deep within you. Your inner walls clenched tight around him as a deeper, more intense pleasure flooded every nerve of your being as you moaned his name loudly, pressing your lips to his in a sloppy, passionate kiss. Feeling you grip his cock, he moaned into your mouth, and with a few final frantic thrusts, he spilled inside you, pumping your womb full of his essence, holding you close as you rode out your highs.

Practically boneless, you lay under the covers, snuggled into Tommy’s side, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the Romani sun rising on his chest as he smoked. You sighed happily, tucking your head into the crook of his shoulder, kissing the available skin gently. He laughed slightly. “You up for another round, love?” He teased. You giggled and shook your head.

“No... not tonight,” you said, yawning softly. “Tomorrow morning maybe- you’ll still be here tomorrow?” You asked quickly. He stubbed out his cigarette and kissed your forehead.

“Of course I will be. Christ, I’d happily lay in this bed all day long if you’d let me,” he grins.

“Maybe I would,” you giggled and looked up at him. “I think... I think this marriage will work out fine, Tommy,” you said gently, nuzzling into his chest.

He stroked your hair gently. “You know what, YN? I reckon it will too,”

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bbyjimni · 3 years

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Our Night (M)

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pairing: park jimin x female reader

brief description -you and jimin take the night back to a hotel, very intoxicated and very horny.

warnings/contains - daddy kink, ddlg themes, heavy making out, (slight) exhibitionism, groping, dom/sub themes, dom!jimin, sub!reader, shower intimacy, fingering

words - 1.8k

(hi so this is actually a snippet of something ive been in the midst of writing for a LONG time lolol also sorry for the weird spacing i write my stuff on Wattpad and it comes out weird on here 😭)

(if u guys like it ill eventually finish the full thing hehe)

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"Jimin!" You yelped between kisses as he jokingly grabbed your breast. He giggled before eagerly pressing his lips back onto yours. The elevator door opened not too long before your make-out session grew hotter with more grabbing and groping.

"I can't help myself baby, you're just so irresistible."

After a night of dancing, drinking, and flirting with each other, you both decided to end this event on a pleasant note.

It took a few days for the sassy maknae to convince the others to let him go out with you tonight, also including a couple of chores to do as well (courtesy of Jungkook and Namjoon). However, it was worth it, you got to have a night with each other that you'll never forget. You definitely won't forget the way he looked when he first picked you up from your home either.

His black leather jacket and jeans sure as hell made him look like a dime piece, it was as if he was a gourmet meal for eyes.

You stumbled out, still attached to each other, and at least, tried to find your way back to your room. Although you shouldn't be doing something so uncouth in a public place, the both of you really couldn't help yourselves. His lips were plump and soft as if they were meant to be fooling with yours. You loved the way his tongue would intertwine with yours, the sweet taste of his mouth mixing in with yours. While trying to get to your room, you ended up ramming yourselves into a wall, your make-out was just that intense. You both drunkenly laughed about it, still keeping your lips close to resume your heated kissing.

"{name}, put your legs around me." He whispered in your ear, sending sensual chills through your body.

"You're too small Chimmy, you'll probably fall over."

"I don't care if you're small or have the biggest ass on the block, put your legs around me." Despite him being kind of a little guy (in your intoxicated eyes), you were somewhat scared of disobeying him, especially being drunk. Being pinned against the wall, you easily wrapped yourself around him, seeing him grin out of satisfaction. You slithered your arms around his neck and felt his hands grab your cheeks, caressing your thighs from behind. You were surprised he was able to carry you like this, maybe the muscles from his 2013 phase had stayed.

Bringing your lips back into a kiss, he fumbled his hand into his back pocket, making sure he had the room key there. He opened one eye to see where he was going and pulled it out, soon slamming you against a random room door.

He pulled away and panted, "Baby, do you know the room number?"

"321." Jimin looked behind your head and saw that the room number on the door was actually 319, meaning your horny attitudes most likely woke up or scared someone to death.

"Damn it, this isn't it." He stepped away and looked around, soon spotting your room. He carried you over, swiping the card and unlocking the door. You smiled at each other and locked lips once again, messing around with each other's clothing. You noticed the chilliness of the room, receiving an idea from the lack of heat.

"Chim Chim, it's so cold...Why don't we take this to the shower?" You playfully whined at him, getting a kiss from him.

"Anything for you, princess." He whispered in your ear once again, making you sigh from the arousal you were in. He kicked off his shoes and walked in the room a little more, finding a door to what was presumed to be the bathroom and opening it. He flicked the light on and glanced around the place, enjoying the layout, space, and the shower the most. You got down from Jimin and stepped out of your heels, unzipping your tight black dress and leaving the rest for him to take off.

"The rest is for you, daddy." You purred, making him smile devilishly. He took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, attacking you with kisses once again. He snuck his hands on your thighs, slinking them up the dress and becoming surprised.

"No panties for me, eh baby?"

You looked away and glimpsed back at him, putting your hands on the counter before getting involved in yet another heated kiss. While his tongue toyed with yours, he grinded up against you, making you moan softly between his lips. Jimin yanked the sleeves of the dress down your arms, exposing your voluptuous chest. He unbuckled his belt, forcing his jeans down to his feet and stepping out of them, all without breaking the kiss. You unclipped your bra and threw it to some random place in the bathroom, following up with taking off the rest of your dress, revealing your body to Jimin. He licked your lips and smiled under the kiss, soon pulling away and walking into the shower to turn on the water.

"Make it hot, Jimin. I wanna be sweating by the time you're done with me."

"Mm, I think I can do that on my own, baby cakes." You ran your fingers through your hair as Jimin turned on the water, sticking his finger under it until it was the right temperature. He beckoned his finger at you and walked back in, having you soon follow behind him. His hair flattened the moment he came in contact with the water, making him look maybe twice as attractive as he already was. You shut the frosted glass door behind you and attacked Jimin with more kissing, not even close to resisting his beautiful body.

While your lips danced so sensually together and you immersed in the water together, your hands laid on his toned stomach, handling the time and work he's put into his physique. His grip around your hips was tight, holding onto you as if you'd vanish as if he didn't.

All of a sudden, he turned you around so that he was facing your back. His hands travelled all around you, caressing and massaging your soft, wet skin. He took one hand and moved your saturated hair to the side, bringing his soothing lips to your neck and leaving little love-bites on you. You groaningly sighed as you felt his tongue on you. Although his mouth was warm and delectable, the heat of the shower overpowered him and made his tongue feel cold on you. He kept one hand still against your stomach, letting you hold his hand tightly.

"Do you like the way I touch you?" He whispered in your ear, grinding against you and feeling your skin from behind. His hands roamed your body, feeling every inch of your drenched silhouette. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows as his hand came closer to your womanhood, already having sweet arousal pool at your entrance. He brought his small but pleasing, slender fingers to your lips, spreading them and rubbing your sensitive bud. The hot shower and Jimin feeling your body made you feel twice as hot and steamy as you should be, making you a hot and flustered mess.

Jimin grinned as he played with you, enjoying the sexy whines that escaped your lewd lips. He delved his fingers deeper, touching your tangy tasting liquids.

"You're so wet for me baby.."

"It's all because of you, daddy." You followed up with a moan as he pressed his fingers against you, sending surges of pleasure throughout your entire body.

The more he felt you, the more you felt yourself become soaking wet for him. Each time he spoke to you, you could hear the lust dripping from his tongue as much as you could taste it when you kissed him. The way you felt his length brush against you made you want to go insane, considering how badly you wanted it inside you. You wanted to please him with your body, whichever way you could. You wanted to make Jimin feel like his head was in a cloud of ecstasy, to make him feel things no other woman could do for him but for now, it was his turn.

With no warning, he slipped his fingers inside of you, making you bite your lip and rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you already begin to clench around his fingers out of eagerness. As he played with you, he became more and more excited by your sounds; the neediness in your voice gave him chills that seemed to be strong enough to give goosebumps even under steaming, hot water. He continue to press his lips along your neck, I littering it with love kitten licks and bites. Speeding up the pace of his fingers, he pulls away from your neck, whispering in your ear with his slurred, deep voice, "I can't f-fucking wait to be buried in this pussy.".

Just hearing him made your legs buckle down and your eyes almost roll to the back of your head, he was making you feel so euphoric. You couldn't tell if it was because you were drunk or he was just so amazing at pleasuring you but you weren't complaining. Out of nowhere, he curled his fingers upwards, making you cry out with furrowed eyebrows, your hips grinding against his hand.

"Please make me cum, daddy, I want it so badly..." You whine, feeling yourself come closer to a climax. Bringing your hand behind his head to feel him, you turn your head and needily kiss him, moaning nonsense against his lips. Enjoying the sudden boldness you brought upon, as he fucks you with his fingers, he presses his thumb to your clit and applies pressure, his other hand grabbing and squeezing one of your breasts. Slipping your tongue in his mouth, he nibbles it, opening his eyes only to see how easily you've fallen apart in his arms.

"Look at me, little girl. I wanna see how good my baby looks while she cums." He orders, rubbing your clit in a circular motion, knowing you're bound to let go soon.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him as if he had stolen all of the stars in the sky for you. His fingers had you feeling so weak, you could almost barely handle the knot that formed in your stomach, ready to let go and release its feeling of pure bliss.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy like he asks?"

"Y-yes, daddy, fuck- please make me cum!" He smirks at the way you beg for him, bringing his free hand down to your ass, spanking it as he dominates your mouth once more. While finishing up his little game, your walls clench hard around his fingers, your liquids covering them as you reach your climax, cursing and crying out. He slowed his fingers down before feeling how smooth your pussy became, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers, bringing them to his lips.

"You're such a good girl."

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cloudy-leonhart · 3 years

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Setting Sails and Setting a Relationship.

[Author Note: I thought of this during history class lol, might make a part two of Reader having more of a intimate meeting]

Summary: Levi and his squad got a job to arrest a secret group of thieves around wall Rose, Reader is apart of a group of pirates who have been travelling from Marley to Paradis, stealing for years. A Thieving Pirate meets a Germaphobe-Captain.

Pairings: Levi x Reader

Type: Feminine Reader

Theme: Fluff, Action, SFW

TW: Swearing, Details of Sharp Objects. (swords, knives, etc.)

[gif rightfully belongs to owner]

“Levi, good you’re here.” Erwin spoke, his hands held a bunch of parchment. Levi rolled his eyes and stood in front of the blonde’s desk.

“You called?” Levi’s sarcastic voice broke the silence, Erwin chuckled a little looking up at the irritated man. “Don’t need to be so tight, Levi.” The black-haired man sighed and dropped his head before looking back up. “Get to the point, eyebrows.”

“You’ve been assigned to arrest a group of thieves in wall Sina.” Levi’s eyes slightly widened, “Why me? Why not the military police or some crap?” Erwin shook his head, “They couldn’t catch them.” Levi scoffed and kissed his teeth, “bunch of lazy shits. Fine, I’ll do it.” He grumbled a few words under his breath as he left Erwin’s quarters.

“Wait- Levi-” The man didn’t bother listening to Erwin call him back, annoyed that he had to do something as small as capturing a bunch of thieves. He walked into the mess hall, where his squad sat talking with each other. “Oi, get your asses ready, we’re going to wall Sina.” The man kissed his teeth once again as he walked away from his saluting squad.

“Captain, why are we going to the Stohess District anyways?” Petra asked, riding their horse to Stohess District. “Apparently there’s a group of thieves so good, not even the MPs could catch them, it’s up to us to do so.” his squad lets out sounds of suprise, “Wait, if the MPs couldn’t catch them, what makes them sure we’ll be able to?” Eld argued.

“Me.” Levi answered, not looking back at the dirty blonde from his horse, Eld deadpanned as the rest of Levi’s squad snickered and tried their hardest not to laugh.

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“Captain, we’ve been waiting for so long! What if they were just pulling out leg and we went here for nothing?” Oruo complained, leaning back against barrels of ale, waiting to be sold and opened.

“Shut your mouth and observe, Bozad.” Levi growled back, annoyed with the complaints the boy has been spouting for the past ten minutes, they observed around, watching the waitresses tend from outside the tavern, the loud cheers and wails from inside the old burned out inn.

Eld and Gunther stayed sitting by the floor, fiddling with their sword handles or making sure they have enough gas, if needed to fly around to get their mission over with. “Er- Captain?- Maybe Oruo was-“ Petra was silenced by Levi’s hand going up, his blue-gray eyes focused on a certain commotion with a neighbouring inn.

“Help!- Thieves! Thieves!” foreign-dressed people started piling out of the tavern, holding bags of bread and bottles of ale and wine, their waists carried bags of gold coins, probably pick-pocketed from the rich men that drunk until they were tipsy and toppling over themselves.

“There! Pull up your hoods and arrest every single one! Let’s go brats!” Levi’s voice sounded loud and boomed with every word, his pale hand reached for his hood, pulling it over this face and running to grapple his hooks onto a building and go after the thieves.

He counted heads earlier from when they ran out the tavern, seven he remembered, he knew that each of his squad would at least get one into custody by themselves so he only needed to worry about catching the rest. He watched from up above their actions and their tips and tricks, avoiding upcoming traffic, or avoiding carriages that carried a bunch of the finest goods wall Sina could get.

He could hear the whirring of strings in his ears as he unclasped his hooks from the building and rolled onto a top of a building, running as fast as he can to keep up with the big group. He glanced down, his eyes widening as the group of seven dismissed into groups of two or three, he grunted and turned back, “Petra! Gunther! Three went to the Left, arrest those thieves and help the others if needed, go!” He yelled out as he looked for a solution to round the thieves as fast as he can.

The thieves looked up, their eyes widening as he saw Levi’s figure get closer and closer, knowing if they don’t do anything to keep him from getting closer, they’ll be arrested and be punished by the king. “Captain! One of them’s getting too close!” One of them called out, a groan was heard, you pulled down your hood and passed your stolen goods onto the rest of the crew, holding onto the hilt of your sword.

“Get to the ship, help the rest if you need to and for the last fucking time, don’t look back!” You warned, stopping right in front of Levi, Levi growled and pulled out his swords, clashing right with yours, both of you held twin-blades, one pair was curved and the other, was detachable.

Your swords both clashed and clinged as you tried your best to fight off the short black-haired man, you observed the man’s next actions as he jumped away, holding his blades in defence. Levi hooked his claws onto the building behind you, gaining momentum before letting go and trying to slash you from up top, you watched as he spun around, you placed your sword up, defending your upper body while your other hand acted as a defence.

“I know these moves, you an Ackerman, kid?” You teased, Levi deadpanned and gripped his swords tighter out of annoyance and offence at being called a kid. He knew of his short appearance and he blames his malnutrition as a kid for it. He kissed his teeth and went to move in to try and corner you.

You and Levi both clashed swords once again, bystanders watched behind barrels in fear and curiousity, to the bystander eye, both you and Levi fought like it was a dance, you moved away and took defence in some turns while Levi took turns in offence. Finally both you and him stayed in a stance, fighting each other for the offence.

Your swords both shook as it screeched as it was being pushed against each other, “What’s it to you that I’m an Ackerman?” Levi asked, his teeth gritted as he tried to fight off your strength while piling his on you. “Nothing, your clan just really..” you leaned closer to his face, “really,” you smiled a mocking grin. “really, annoy me.” Levi’s eyes widened in anger and let out a yell of frustration, pulling his swords back to slam it down onto your figure.

Of course, being a thief has it’s perks, you easily slipped out of the situation, you knew you could’ve done it earlier, but deciding only now that you’ve bought your crew enough time to get back, you slipped away from Levi’s gaze as you started running and returning your twin blades into their respective scabbards.

Levi groaned in disappointment, he couldn’t believe he let you get to him, he shook his head to striving himself to focus back on you as he grappled his hooks once again onto the buildings. Hooking left and right, he stared down at your running figure a little ways past him, he glanced at the scene ahead, making a plan that has him a few steps ahead of you.

He assumed that the large ship docked at the rivers were yours, he constructed a plan is his head, which seem to have a hundred percent possibility to work, until he saw his squad all tied up into a circle.

He unhooked himself from a building and landed down onto the docks, where fishers and merchants came to wander, selling their stuff, a few gasps and loud shrieks where made, due to the unexpected landing.

“Hey, Ackerman.” You grinned, standing right In front of his crew, where they decorated you their glares and filled your ears with muffled noises. “Cut the crap thief. You and your crew better surrender to us, and maybe we’ll go easy on you.” Levi spat out, you laughed softly. “I have a name you know, let’s be bygones, eh?” Levi rolled his eyes and kept his guard up, holding his swords defensively. “The name’s Reader, I don’t want to have to keep calling you Ackerman.”

Levi kissed his teeth once again and scoffed. “Bygones my ass. You’ve been stealing in wall Sina for years, don’t you got better shit to do?” He shot back, you clicked your tongue and walked towards Levi, in return he put his blades up higher and started standing his ground

“Well, wall Sina’s got a bunch richo’s and I can’t really turn down such a under-guarded part of the district.” You explained, making weird hand gestures with a dagger in your hand, “Eat the rich, right?” You gave him a smile.

You slipped away from Levi’s gaze once again, he spun around in a circle looking for your figure, he felt something slide on his back, he felt your breath on his neck as he froze, almost losing his grip on his blades.

“Go fuck yourself.” Levi let out an insult in a breathy tone. As you quickly unclipped his cloak, you smiled devilishly and pulled back, as his cloak fell to the ground.

“Wow, Levi Ackerman of the scouts, I didn’t think you were this smoking hot honestly.” You checked out Levi’s figure as he groaned and slammed his sword onto you once again, you quickly defended with your dagger, leaning back onto a wooden pillar as you effortlessly pushed your strength onto his twin swords.

“Don’t need to be so aggressive, we’re having a conversation, Levi.” You batted your eyelashes innocently, he finally had enough and huffed. He threw his sword right at his squad, releasing the blade from the hold of the sword and replacing it.

The blade flew and cut the rope that held his squad down, Eld stood up and yelled out, “Help the captain!” Petra and Oruo yelled in agreement as they both flew past Gunther and Eld in hopes to corner Reader and her crew.

You sighed softly and shook and dropping your head, you raised it again for a moment, a giddy smile painted on your face. “Ah, come on, Levi! Ganging up on a helpless woman like me?” You teased as you acted more innocently, irritating Levi more and more by the second.

Levi clicked his tongue and stayed quiet as he let his squad corner you. You pouted, and placed your dagger back in its scabbard as you leaned back onto the wooden pillar and glanced around at the members who were in a defensive stance.

“Ahh, what can I do? I guess it can’t be helped then,” you complained, you sent a subtle signal to a crew-mate who was watching over the whole dispute between the scouts and the captain of the thieves. “Shut up and accept your arrest, thief.” Your ears perked up at the honey coloured female advancing towards you. “For fuck’s sake, I’m not a thief, stop calling me one, lass.” You pointed at her with your pointer and middle finger.

“I’m a pirate, ever heard of em?” You sarcastically asked, making eye contact with a few of the squad embers as they looked at you with confused expressions. “a pi-what?” Oruo asked, dropping his guard out of confusion, looking around to see if anyone else was as confused as he was.

Levi angrily pushed his way through his squad members, “Who gives a damn?! Arrest the thief, idiots!” He pointed his blade directly at you as you stepped back as Levi’s squad started to advance towards you, step by step. You scowled, looking over to your crew-mate who understood your expression and brought down a rope, for you to hang on and get on the ship with.

You grinned as you saw the rope come from behind Levi, you ran towards him, in which resulted in defending himself, your rough hands barely grabbed the rope, you glanced at Levi, daring to be more mischievous and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, in which he spun around quickly, wiping away the slimy substance from his cheekbones.

“I believe that we’ve had a little too much fun, and now are behind schedule, I do appreciate playing around with you and your squad, Mr. Levi.” You landed on the edge of your ship as you started to depart, Levi knew better than to follow you into your own territory, so he stayed on the docks, scowling at you and your ship as you bowed, and gave him a teasing wave. “Maybe, take me on a date before bringing me back as a prize, eh, Levi?” You called out as you watched the Levi squad sigh out of exhaustion and disappointment.

Levi stayed scowling at your ship as it departed, he the wind start to dry the left over saliva from your poorly-done cheek kiss, he reach his hand up, slightly wiping it away, “Tch, I’ll definitely make you pay for dirtying me and my cloak next time.” He grumbled out, feeling a ghost of a smile on his face. “Just you wait, Captain Reader.” Levi walked away from the docks as the rest of his squad followed, not wanting to return to wall Rose to report of their failure to capture the thieves of wall SIna.

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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Nothing Holding Me Back

Chota Segawa

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C h o t a w i t h a c o n f i d e n t d a r i n g g i r l

"Come on Chota! It would be so refreshing for you to leave Japan, come with me," you begged the man, leaning over his desk, your elbows holding you up, and you hands clasped together . "A-ah, um- (Y...Y/N), I can't. I... my mom, and uh... I'm sorry, I can't c-concentrate with you like that," he stammered, staring at your chest. You smirked. "Like what? Like this?" You asked, feigning innocence. You fluttered your eyelashes, leaning in further, teasing him. "(Y-Y/N)! Please, I-i-i-i-" he stammered. "So, will you?" You repeated, giving him the puppy dog eyes. He shakily sighed, and nodded. "Yay! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" You shouted, hugging him tightly. He blushed, and gave you a hum of acknowledgement.

"So... a whole month?" He asked as you two got on the plane. "Yep! I'm excited, are you?" You asked. "You won't tell me where we're going, so I'm worried than anything," he muttered. You kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry bubba," you apologized. "It's ok... um... can you tell me where we're going? And what happens on a plane? It's my first time going on one..." he admitted bashfully. You giggled, helping him to your seats.

"Window seat or middle seat?" You asked. "Middle. I'm not... that fond of heights," he said. You slid in, sitting by the window, snapping your seat belt into place. He did the same, and you clasped your hands together. "Ok, so we're going to South America. It's pretty much an 18 hour or more flight. Which is why I booked us first class," you explained. His eyes went wide and he stared at you in shock. "(Y/N) why did you do that?" He asked. "Because it's your first time on a plane, I'm spoiling you, I have the money to do so, so why not?" You giggled. It was true, you were the CEO of your own company, making you very well known. Your company was one of the best in Japan for what you did.

Chota didn't know why you were with him, and not some rich man. But you always wanted him. You used to go to high school together, but were disappointed when he would avoid you. It wasn't till the last year of high school you finally approached him about it. Then, he apologized, telling you how he thought you were already with someone and he didn't want trouble.

"Now the flight attendants give the safety info, they start to take off, and we lift from the ground. Oh, here have some gum. What flavor do you want, because I have spearmint, peppermint, watermelon, and cinnamon," you explained, holding out the packets of gum. "Why do I need some?" He asked. "The altitude makes your ears plug up, and it can be painful. I've found chewing gum helps," you said with a smile. He picked a piece of cinnamon gum, and thanked you. "No problem baby~ Oh, you wanted to know the specific countries we were going to earlier right?" You asked. He nodded. "Chile, Argentina, Brazil, and Venezuela, " you said. He nodded. "Were going to Venezuela first, then Chile, then Argentina, and finally Brazil. We might get to Bolivia, Colombia, and Ecuador, I don't know. But, if I get the chance, I'm taking it. Fuck hesitation," you giggled. He shook his his head, and smiled. "Let's hope there's no turbulence!"

"There's no what now?"

Needless to say, there was turbulence.

He gripped your hand tightly as the plane bounced and jittered. "You ok baby?" You questioned softly. He shook his head, and you closed the door leading into your seats. "It's ok. You're ok. The pilot has years of training and experience. Nothing bad will happen to us, I promise," you said soothingly. He nodded his head, interlocking his fingers with your own. "Thank you (Y/N)..." he whispered.

It was nighttime and you looked out the window. You couldn't see anything, all you knew was that there was ocean beneath you. The turbulence had stopped, and Chota had calmed down a bit. "How many more hours do we have left?" He asked. "Um... about 10. Well arrive there at 8:30, so we have time to check into the hotel, and figure out what to do for the first day," you responded. You yawned and curled up in your seat, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Go to sleep. They'll wake us up," you muttered. You heard him yawn, and felt his head fall on top of yours softly.

You woke up to the sun shining in your eyes. You groaned, squinting at the golden light. Once your eyes got used to the sudden brightness, you looked outside. There was no clouds visible in the sky, and you could see the sparkling blue water below you. "Oh wow... beautiful... Chota... Chota, wake up," you whispered, shaking his shoulder. "5 more minutes..." he murmured. You peppered his face in kisses, telling him to wake up in between them. "I'm... up? I'm up... what's wrong love?" He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes. "Look outside baby," you said, pointing out your window. He unclipped his seat belt, leaning over to look out. "Wow... we're so high up," he marveled. He squinted a bit at the light coming from the sun, but other than that, he seemed to be enjoying it. You were confused on why he wasn't worrying, or panicking, but we're very proud of him.

"What if we just dropped into the ocean?"

There it was.

First thing you both did when you landed was sigh in relief. Him in relief that he didn't die, you in relief that you got away from home. "Chota, come on, we gotta go get our bags, then taxi to the hotel!"

The hotel wasn't too far away. "Don't they speak Spanish here though?" He asked. "Baby... did you forget?" You giggled. He had. But then he remembered. You knew Spanish. In fact, you knew many languages. "Right. Sorry," he apologized. "You don't have to apologize for that. Come on, let's go spend our first day the right way!"

This was not what he had in mind for the first day. He knew you were adventurous, but this might be a bit too much for him. Sure, a hike sounded nice. Until he noticed you'd taken him up to a waterfall. That overlooked the whole forest.

"Isn't this so amazing?" You questioned. "Y-yea- Watch your step," he stuttered, pulling you back into him. "Chota, it's ok. Come on," you said, leading him closer to the water. "You can actually drink this water it's so clean, did you know that?" You told him, reaching your hand out. "Eh... I wouldn't test it," he said. "No, like they've tested it. I swear!" You tried to convince him. "Yeah, ok... you do you."

It was later that night, and you were looking for things to do. "Anything in particular you want to do?" You asked him. ''Not really? I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever you pick out."

Famous last words.

The music was loud, the lights were bright, and the room was full of life. This was your kind of place. "(N/N)... if someone recognized you, couldn't it affect your business?" He said, hoping you heard him over the music. "Of course it won't! Who cares, I didn't want to inherit my mother's company anyhow! I'm grateful for it if course but I'd rather be travelling, exploring, and doing new things everyday. With you!" You shouted, swaying to the music. "Come on, let's dance!" You said, pulling his arm. He pulled back, shaking his head. ''I can't dance... I'd rather not embarrass myself... especially with so many people," he said. "Just picture everybody naked, let's go, loosen up babe!"

Your hips swayed to the beat of the music, and he watched, gulping. "Chota~ C'mon! Dance with me!" You begged, pulling him in to you. "But what.. do I do?" He asked. You giggled, placing his hands on your hips. "And we kind of... just move against each other to the beat," you instructed, showing him how to. "Isn't this kind of... dirty? Like... to do in public?" He asked. "Chota, Chota, Chota.... This is South America. This is tame. Oh, you should've been to the trip in Puerto Rico. That reminds me, I have to teach you Reggaeton and some others," you laughed, "There's nothing holding me back from taking you there."

You had always been spontaneous. Free willed. You didn't have anything that scared you. Staying in one place bored you. The thought of it gave you chills. He wouldn't mind doing everything with you. But only because it would be you that was with him. Even if you two took it a bit to far, he knew you'd be alright. You were right. Why should anything hold him back?

#alice in borderland #Chota Segawa #Chota #×reader #fluff #hes so cute😭#a million kisses and hugs for him

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Distraction (How to Get Away with Murder)

Characters: Teagen Price x fem!reader, Teagen Price x Dom! reader

Summary: Y/N and Teagen have both been under a lot of stress lately and needed diffuse. //EXTREME SMUT WARNING, 18+ ONLY

You went to 1518 Bar and Grill in hopes of making your problems temporarily disappear. You were one of Professor Keating's students and you and Michaela are constantly trying to one up one another. But competing over something as vigorous as one of the best lawyers in Philly.

Your eyes was starting to twitch and that was definitely not a good sign. Because once your eye starts to twitch, the twitching spreads to my muscles. You walk into the bar and instantly become overwhelmed with the scents of grilled chicken, toasted bread and potato skins.

You were more concerned about the booze but your growling stomach tells your otherwise. You sit at the bar and order an chicken avacodo ranch sandwich. While you wait, you down a few tequila shots. "You know, they say it's not a great idea to drink shots on an empty stomach," a familiar voice chimes.

You look over your shoulder to Teagan Price leaning on the bar with a small smirk on her lips. "Ms. Price, hi, what brings you here?" "Probably the same reason why you're here. To temporarily forget my problems," she says before drinking one of your shots.

"To temporarily forgetting our problems," you say, raising a shot glass. She takes one and collides it with your before you both drink your shots. You lips twist because of the sour, burning taste. "Awe, are you a babe in the drinking game?" She taunts. "I am a babe but not in this game. I'm more of a wine cooler kind of girl," you explain.

"Then why the shots?" You sigh deeply before saying, "Desperate times." Your food finally arrives and the first thing that you go for are the fries. Its always been a routine of yours. Fries first, burger later. You see Teagen reach for one of your fries, and you hold her and presses if against the table.

"There are many things that I can let slide, but stealing fries is not one of them," you taunt. She raises an eye brow at you and you let go of her hand. You try to shake the excited feeling you got from touching her. No, Y/N, she's you're boss's boss. Don't even go there.

While you were lost in your thoughts, she took not one, not two, but four fries. Your mouth falls open in disbelief. She closes your mouth with her forefinger, giving you a chance to inhale her sweet, linger scent of cherries. "I always get what I want, Y/L/N," she says, holding eye contact.

My God, the way your name rolls off her tongue makes the heat flush from your cheeks. "Well so do I," you say before eating a few fries. "So I've heard. You've become a real headache for Michaela," "She's has endless tricks up her sleeve," you say, your eye starting to twitch again.

"That's because she has Annalise whispering into her ear. The fact that you can stand on your own without a mentor is impressive," she explains. A small plays on your lips. "Ah, ah, ah, don't get all cocky on me." "I know when to humble myself and when to strut myself out,"

"Do you now?" "Of course." She steals another fry and you scoot your tray away from her. "Teagen, you are treading on thin ice," you state. "All I'm hearing is all bark and no bite," "Oh I'm sure you've seen plenty of my bites and my barks against Michaela."

"Eh, they're mediocre," she shrugs. "Then mentor me," "What? Uh uh, I've already got enough on my plate between Emmett, the firm, Annalise, and her students." "Wow, seems like you have a lot more problems than I do. Just the thought of midterms make me want to jump off a bridge,"

"Ah, the good old days," "Definitely not good, and surely not old. You are literal embodiment of black don't crack," you compliment. She chuckles and your heart skips a beat when you see her perfect, white smile. You have to get out of there before you do anything you'll regret.

"It seems like you need to take the edge off." Oops, too late. "Why do you think I'm here?" she playfully snaps. "That's not what I meant." You two hold eye contact for a moment and had a small, silent conversation. "After your sandwich,"

You enter her apartment and look around at the beige, classy theme Teagen has going around. "You like?" "I don't expect anything less from you. I'm surprised you don't have a nude picture for yourself." "That's in my bedroom, where you should be." "Oh so that's how it's going to be?"

"I thought you expected nothing less?" "I'm just saying, it'll be hard to effectively diffuse if you're on top," "I'm not a pillow princess," she says, crossing her arms but you can tell that she was contemplating it. "You are tonight,"

You lift her chin to bring your lips to hers. You pull her closer by her hips and trail your hands up towards the zipper of her dress. You unzipped her dress and she shimmed out of it before reconnecting her lips to yours. You walk her against the counter top and ghosted your hands over the curve of her ass.

You pull away from her lips and began kissing and sucking at her neck. Her soft moans made your pussy throbs but you had to take your time with her. You peppered kiss down her breasts and her stomach. You ghost over her clothed bundle of nerves and heard her whimper.

You smirk against her thighs and drag her underwear down her legs to reveal a beautiful, brown tinted pussy. She gasps when you pull her closer by the back of her thighs. You lick her painfully slow and her legs were already starting to tense.

You roll your tongue into her fold and make sure to hit her clit every time. Her hands found her way to your hair and pushed you closer to her. You plunge your tongue deep into her and drag the tip of your tongue against the top of her wall. You kept this motion going and sucked at her nub.

"Please, Y/N, oh God," she moans. "Patience baby," you say before going in and out of her pussy with your tongue. Her legs were beginning to give out but you didn't stop until her walls walls were convulsing around your tongue. You swallowed and licked every drop of her cum.

"You did amazing." You say before kissing her sensually. She pulls you closer by your belt before unbuckling it and you shove it down your legs. You pull away from her lips to take off your shirt. You push her back into the counter and lift her into your arms so her legs were wrapped around your waist.

You knew you were able to do that because you did a lot of power lifting over the summer. She tugs at your hair and you moan into her mouth. "Where's your bedroom?" "Up the stairs and to the left." She works on your neck as you walk up the stairs with her in your arms.

You chuckle when she nibbles at your ear lobe and when you found out she was right. There was a nude painting of her that sat right above her king sized bed. You pushed her on to the bed and licked up her stomach. "Toys," you say before kissing her. She pulled away from me and turned on her stomach to reach for the drawer.

You admire the view while it lasted and she set a drawer full of vibrators, dildos and strap ons on the bed. As soon as she fully turned around, you plunged two fingers into her and her head went back. Her mouth fell open as you curled your fingers before pumping them out of her. "I'm impressed you have so many toys, baby girl,"

"Oh," she moans. Your fingers went deeper and you rub your nose across her nub, making her entire body jolt forward. You teasingly lick the nub and she yells out in bliss. You look up at her and saw her eyes snapped shut. She was close.

You squeezed her ass and pulled her closer as you absolutely devoured her. She was crying out a lot louder this time. Her legs were kicking and spasming under me until she came. You hum before taking off your underwear and reaching into the drawer for a dildo.

You wrap the belts around your hips and thighs. She positions herself in the middle of the bed and spreads her legs for me. "Such a good girl." You line the dildo up with her and slowly push yourself into her. She digs her nails into your back, arching it slightly. Her mouth flies open so you more your hips at a slow pace to start.

She unclips my bra and takes one of your boobs into her mouth. Your back arches again and she yells out. "Move faster, damn it!" You stop, making her whimper out. You reach back into the drawer and grabbed a vibrator.

"Fuck," she says. You rail into her as fast as your hips can take and put the vibrator on the highest setting before applying it to her clit. She pulls away from me and spreads herself out like a starfish. She was practically screaming in my ear, begging for more until her body went rigid.

You slowly pull out of her and she lays there motionless. "You okay?" You ask, brushing her baby hairs from her forehead. "You're really good," she chuckles and eyes were barely staying open. "Why thank you," you tease. "A-alright, it's your turn," "Oh, I know, honey."

You take off the dildo and set it to the side. You take out another dildo and gave it to her. "Put this on." She complied and you slide yourself right onto the dildo. Your eyes flutter close at it fills you up completely. Your body curls when she takes your nipples into her hand and rubs them with the pads of her thumb.

A series of soft moans leaves your lips as you bounce on the dildo. She takes one of your breasts into her mouth and uses her free hand to rub your clit. "Fuck!" Your hands grab the headboard for dear life. You thrusts your hips against her fingers but you completely loose it when she curls her tongue around nipple.

"Damn it, that feels good!" You exclaim. Soon after, your orgasm came. You continued to thrust against the dildo and she went from one breast to the next. Your head fell into her neck until you heard a vibration. "Now you'll know how I felt." She put it on its highest setting and you were screaming at the top of your lungs.

Morning of, you were the first one up and you felt great. You could only imagine how she feels. You went on for hours until both of your bodies gave out. You looks at her with a small smile and kisses down her neck warmly. She moans and leans into your touch.

*I'll make breakfast, you are pancake or waffle kind of girl," "I'm niether" "What? You don't like pancakes or waffles?" "Look, Y/N, I don't-" "Let me stop you right there. I know exactly what you're going to say. And just know that I understand," You explain.

She turns around to face you and you hold the side of her face. "I'm just glad that you got the chance to get your mind off of things. I'll see my way out," you stand from the bed and picked up your clothes. You were halfway down the stairs until Teagen called after you.

"Y/N, wait," "You don't need to feel bad, Teagen." "I don't, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to dinner?" "You don't have to do that," "Believe me, I want to. Because that was some of that best sex I've ever had," she adds, making you two laugh.

She meets you at the middle of the stairs and adds, "Now about breakfast." Her eyes fall downwards and you smiled, knowing exactly where this was going.

#teagan price #how to get away with murder

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fallintitan · 4 years

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introducing....................moot!! who is now cooper and bt’s dog. love her or else.

[ao3 link]

Supposedly, it’s recon. ‘Supposedly.’ He knows the truth: BT thinks he needs something to do to entertain himself. Part of him knows it’s true. He gets antsy when there’s nothing to accomplish. He also knows BT hasn’t truly sent him off to fend for himself. The Titan is likely keeping his focus on Cooper as he treads through the abandoned facility. The last known place of their target, but as it appears, the target and the IMC are long gone. All he’s doing is wandering aimlessly through empty rooms filled with discarded gear and weaponry, nothing notable.

“Pilot,” BT interjects his thinking. “Straight and to your right. There’s a heat signature registering inside.”

“Is it human?”

“It does not appear to be.” A pause. “I advise caution. It could be a stray Prowler searching for food. Be on guard.”

He unholsters his rifle, knowing damn well how imposing those beasts could be if they figured you were easy prey. He finds the designated room, the door shut and locked firmly.

“The door’s locked?” He peers at the crumbling lockpiece from the outside. “Prowlers are way too smart to be kept in a room by just a lock. If there’s a window, they’re for sure going out it.”

“There does appear to be a window inside the room,” BT comments.

“This isn’t a Prowler, then.”

“Still, be careful.”

“Of course, bud.” He unsheathes his dataknife from his torso and gets to work prying the faulty lock apart. Within minutes, the thing falls off and clatters to the ground. He kicks it aside, pulling his rifle back into position as he kicks the door in.

He’s expecting...something else. Something snarling and furious, already on the attack even before he enters.

What he finds is quite the opposite.

The dog huddles in the corner, curled in on herself. Her ears are as low and as far back as they can go; her tail tucked firmly between her legs in submission. A thick, worn out collar wraps around her neck, connected to a length of durable chain that clinks across the floor as she shivers. Her piercing blue eyes don’t leave him as he steps in slowly.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he coos, kneeling down. The rifle is holstered once more on his back and one gloved hand reaches out towards her.

“Pilot?” BT speaks. “What did you find?”

She recoils away from him as he reaches out to her. Her eyes squeeze shut as her whole body trembles. Immediately, he retracts his hand in a flash, allowing her to relax, albeit slightly.

“It’s just a dog,” he utters. “They must’ve been in a hurry to get outta here.”

“Does it appear to be hostile?”

“Quite the opposite.” He sits on his haunches with his hands dangling from his knees. “She looks scared. Worse for wear, too.”

“I know what you’re thinking,” BT starts hesitantly. “But we cannot--”

“C’mon, BT, you’re usually all for my ‘bad ideas’.” Cooper whines.

“While your ‘bad ideas’ are typically dangerous--including this one--,” BT starts, “I simply cannot allow this one to go through.”

“Why not?” he pouts.

“Look at where she came from,” BT reasons. “She was raised by the IMC, likely to attack soldiers like you.”

“She’s obviously failed her job, then, if she’s cowering in the corner to get away from me.”

“Pilot,” the Titan sighs. “I am sorry. We simply cannot take the risk.”

“What happens if we leave her, then?” Cooper retorts. “She’s already hurt. If a Prowler or something finds her, she’s done for. Can we at least take her back to find her a new home?”

BT’s optic narrows in thought.

“Look, she obviously ain’t gonna go after us. She’s smart, yeah? She knows we wanna help.” Cooper looks sideways at her. “At least, one of us does,” he grumbles. “Even if she feels like doing something, she’s in no state to.”

The Titan is silent, thinking over Cooper’s words. Finally, he speaks. “Alright. Answer me this: how are we going to transport her?”

“By God, I’ll carry her myself if it’s necessary,” he swears solemnly. “I am not leaving her behind if I can do anything about it.”

BT relents with a sigh. “I see your mind is set.”

Cooper smirks to himself. “You’re damn right.”

“Alright,” BT relents. “I will await your arrival outside. If she is indeed injured as harshly as you say, do be careful handling her. She may lash out.”

“I sincerely doubt she will,” Cooper promises as he sticks his hand out once more. She still flinches away, but moves out of her hiding spot to tentatively sniff his fingers after a moment. Slowly, he turns his hand over, palm down, reaching gently for her head. Her eyes shut once more, ears back, seeming to brace for some sort of harsh strike.

Cooper hums sympathetically. “She wasn’t treated right,” he states. His hand connects with her head softly, where he rubs soothing circles into her fur with his thumb.

“The IMC is not exactly known for their humanity and kindness,” BT quips.

“You’re not wrong,” he says. Timidly, her eyes open back up to look over at his face. She does not move, does not wiggle out of his reach, but seems to be gauging whether he truly meant no harm or not.

“You’re okay, sweetie,” he murmurs. He shifts to sit down on his rear, scooting closer to her. “You’re in good hands now. We’ll fix you up, get you situated. How’s that sound?”

He swears he sees her tail twitch between her legs, some sort of aborted wagging attempt.

“I gotta pick you up, though. You don’t seem to be in any shape for walking on your own.” He appraises her state thoroughly, now that he’s close enough. One hind leg seems to be broken, if the way it’s sitting improperly is any guess. She is covered in raw patches, especially around her throat. “They treated you like shit,” he sighs. “That ain’t gonna fly with me. I’ll kick their asses, just for you.”

Hesitantly, her tail starts to feebly wag once more, her ears slightly perking up at his voice.

He moves to stand, the dog watching him as he does so. He gets to working on the thick collar around her neck, careful of the raw skin underneath. Soon, it’s unclipped, falling to the ground with an exaggerated noise as the chain rattles with it. Next, he stoops over to slip his arms under her, attentive so as to not jostle her unnecessarily. One arm goes beneath her hindquarters, one under her front legs. He lifts her up with surprising ease for a dog of her size. Another thing to add to the tally--they didn’t feed her properly. Figures.

She wriggles for a moment in his arms before settling. He holds her like he would a child, propped against his torso with steadying hands keeping her safe.

“We’ll getcha outta here, how ‘bout that?” He continues to speak to her as he begins retracing his steps out of the facility. “Back at base I’ll pester the Whitecoats until they fix you up. Shouldn’t be that hard for them, eh? Commander Briggs will surely fall for you. She’s a dog person. If you and I both give her puppy eyes she won’t say no to anything I ask.”

Outside, BT is waiting for them, still on guard. He looks down at his Pilot as Jack exits the building with his armful.

“No take-backs,” Jack immediately informs. “You agreed to this. She’s our problem now.”

“I did not intend to go back on my word,” BT assures. He kneels down to be closer to Cooper’s level, peering at the beast in his arms. “Interesting coloring,” he comments.

Cooper looks down, taking in the details on the dog now that they’re outside and in the bright sunlight. Her fur is a steel-blue with white accents spread haphazardly around her body. Her nose is chapped from being dry, one ear is crusted with blood, and she is positively caked in dirt.

“Even if you wanted to go back, your point is moot.”

“‘Moot’?”

“Means you have nothin’ to go on,” he explains. “My mind’s been made and I’m not changing it any time soon.” He pauses. “Come to think of it, ‘Moot’ is a pretty good name.” He looks down into the blue eyes once more as he continues to speak. “You like that for a name? Moot? Are you a Moot?”

Her eyes narrow happily as her tail manages to wiggle as much as it can from where it’s pinned against his forearm.

“You are already babying her,” BT scoffs lightly.

“She deserves it,” he shrugs back. BT lowers his palm for Jack to climb up into, the cockpit hatch hissing open wordlessly. “Gonna go for a ride, Moot. Don’t you worry, you’re safe ‘n’ sound.” The hand moves towards the Pilot’s seat, allowing him to gingerly step off and settle into the seat with Moot laying in his lap.

“Seeing as the base is abandoned and we have no further tasks to perform, I suggest finding a safe spot and waiting for evac,” BT hums. “A good time for some relaxing, if needed.”

“Sure thing,” Cooper agrees. “Lead the way.”

⁂

Later into the night, once they’ve settled in a grassy patch up high, Jack carries Moot out of the cockpit and settles her on the ground tenderly. Rain patters down gently, distant rumbles of thunder echoing across the area. Moot shivers each time it sounds, and his heart twists. He shuffles out of his jacket, instead wrapping it around Moot’s core and tying the arms loosely around her neck to keep it in place. The dog’s fur is sodden and matted, raindrops trickling off her timidly laid-back ears. He hopes that offering his jacket at least keeps her warm.

BT automatically shifts to offer shelter for the two of them, blocking the rain with the bulk of his body. His cyan optic casts a dim glow down onto them, creating stark shadows.

“I must admit something,” he rumbles out after a moment.

“Shoot. What’s up, bud?”

“I am ‘falling’ for her as well.”

A grin splits Cooper’s face at the admission. “I knew you wouldn’t keep up the stoic facade with her,” he laughs. “You’re too much of a softie for that.”

“On the contrary. My chassis is built with solid metal, Pilot.” Jack can hear the snark in his Titan’s response.

“You know damn well what I meant,” he waves a hand dismissively.

BT’s voice rumbles in lieu of a laugh, instead remaining at the level of an amused hum.

“That mean you’re gonna help me beg Briggs to let her stay?” he asks hopefully. “I’m sure the other guys will pitch in, but she certainly can’t say no to the both of us.”

A huff comes from the Titan, bemused. “Yes. I will help you, the mighty Jack Cooper, savior of planets and countless lives, beg your commander to let you keep the canine.”

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