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HOORAYYYYY FOR SOFT SEX THANK GOD

The digital cleansing option looked TEMPTING for a second 😝😝😝 /JOKE

You're too funny pls do not 🚫 cleanse anything 😞

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NO PLEASE NO WHY???? THEY'RE HAPPY DESPITE EVERYTHING:( what the helly I should have Never written 😞

I'm KIDDING

it's supposed to be soft make up sex (unless I change my mind) (I won't I already wrote a snippet of it)

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I'M NOT A LIAR I just......bend things sometimes............IT'S NOT EVEN THAT SAD 👹👹

well but you know that's exactly what a liar would say 😒

You're getting the sad, bitter, heartbreaking sex for my Celine fic istg

[midnightlizard]

"She used to like watching the stars."

Celine's voice registers in your mind, the tone holding a level of command over the attention of her captive audience, however unintentional the effect may have been—right now, that audience was no one else but you.. and the ghost of the past that not even the world could forget, least of all her.

You don't interrupt your lover, not just yet. Instead you turn around as she approaches your side, her hands making quick work of shedding her jacket to drape across your shoulders and her eyes seemingly unsure of whether to look at you or look past you.

"While I trained to keep my vigilance in the presence of the shin-mok, it was her nightly routine to step out and watch the stars twinkle." She falls into step beside you to crouch down, her hand reaching out to graze her knuckles on the blooming crysanthemums in the pot, "It was her own form of daily reassurance—everything else may change, but the stars do not. Whenever I pointed out that the stars don't actually stay static, she always shushed me as if I were some child."

With a chuckle at the imagery, you turn around to follow her line of sight, to the tombstone that sat solitary amongst flowers, tended-to with care and seemingly framing it with its bloom, "From what I hear, she was the social sort. I reckon she dragged you from your routine just to relax."

The woman lets out a chuckle, the sound deep and velvet and jarringly free of the weight she tended to carry, "A few times, yes; often when she had concluded to herself that I need the relaxation. But.. it wasn't as often as you might think."

"No?"

"No." The retired idol sits down completely on the ground now, in front of the marked tombstone, "She liked her solitude whenever it was sundown, even during our trainee days. For all the years we were a group for, unless she reached out to me or our third, none of us had the heart to disrupt her, however simple it may have been."

You let out a thoughtful hum at the new information, "I'd assumed that she'd have tried to make it a nightly ritual between the three of you, like.. a team bonding activity or something."

She shook her head, "It was always just an activity for her. ..Though she did have a request, during one the rare few times she decided to disrupt my training."

"What's that?"

"Do you ever think about what happens after you die?"

Celine blinked at the sudden question, its utterings soft on Miyeong's lips yet crisp and harsh against the easy atmosphere, "..Why do you ask?"

She doesn't look at her, but in the corner of her eye she sees her group leader, always so certain of everything, shrug at the question, "We fight demons every day and night whenever we hear the Honmoom call to us. 'Course, I think we'll all see the day when we reach retirement, and we'll watch the new Hunters do the work while I yammer on until the both of you get sick of me, but the possibility of a casualty is never zero. Do you never think of that?"

"I do," Celine concedes, "but it's a surprise to hear that you do."

"Is it really?" Miyeong tilts her head to look at Celine, and the latter mirrored her movements without a second thought, "Being given the position to lead tends to mean that the thought of failing is the one thing that'll haunt you, because failing to lead means that everything falls apart without knowing if you could ever fix it."

Celine's eyebrows furrowed at the view, a stark contrast to her usual determined positivity, and the feeling of protectiveness swells in her chest, iron-clad with complete certainty, "We won't let it come to that. We can't. Not if..."

Not if it means losing this, losing her.

Losing everything.

She sees Miyeong's eyes soften, and it's like the storm in the other's soul—one she hadn't recognised until now—had started to lift but never fully dissipate. Neither of them even speak for a while as they hold eye contact and let the gentle sound of the night blanket them with its sound, weary realism chipped away by the gravity of their duty warring against the stubborn will of a grim, idealistic protector.

'You can't guarantee anything,' one would go against the other, 'I'll make sure I can.'

It is when Miyeong breaks the contact first when she speaks, her gaze now back up to the stars, "..Can I ask you a favour? It's a little dark, but..."

"Anything."

"If there ever came a time where I needed to be laid to rest—"

"'—bury me where I can watch the stars'. That was the request."

"Ah."

You let your gaze linger on Celine's figure, her head faced towards Miyeong's tombstone with the unmovingness of a guardian, and you turn your body around to give her some semblance of privacy—you turn your face to the moon and the unending, unchanging sea of stars that blanketed the Earth.

You only register your lover's presence once again when you feel a hand, cool from the midnight air yet still contrastingly warm and calloused and steady, hold yours—a small act of affection that felt like everything as it gripped with a firmness that was determined not to let go. "Come. It's getting late."

"Actually," you turn your head to hers, and she turns her head to you near-automatically, "how about we stargaze for a bit? I won't have any dark realisations to give you, but the stars do look pretty up here. It'd be a waste to leave it."

Her expression shifts into one you've never seen before. It was soft, a look that seemingly removed all lines of age on her face as she watched you, not with the weight of duty and responsibility but with the weight of a past memory and a present love all at once.

"You'll get cold if we stay out." And yet she squeezes your hand softly, a silent form of gratitude, "But fine."

She starts to walk, her guidance steady yet her glances at you silently asking for assurance that you wouldn't leave, that this wouldn't change.

You simply step closer to her, and you matched her footsteps without a second thought.

And that was enough.

Shin-mok: god tree/spirit tree

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Reopening requests!!

I am reopening requests, only! for Bet and K-pop demon hunters, as it is what I'm fixated on right now, and don't have much time to write these days anyway.

Please be aware that I still have a couple of requests to finish, so it might take a while!

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Monster candy

Huntr/x x monster! gn! reader

Summary: honestly just porn, reader has two penises, a split tongue and the girls take advantage of it

Tags: porn without plot, porn with feelings, AMAB reader, new relationship so no one knows how to have a foursome (yet), freaky Zoey, snake-like monster r, praise kink (Rumi), unprotected P in V

A/N: this is all @mona-risms 's fault (hope you enjoy). I think you can clearly guess who my bias is but who cares

Word count: 5.2 k

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For the most streamed k-pop girl group around the world, between their devotion to the fans and their duty as demon hunters, calm and cozy days were a rarity, especially with their workaholic tendencies. But thanks to the honmoon turning golden a few months ago and the hiatus lasting a few more, the three girls finally had time to sit down and relax.

It was the perfect time to experiment and get comfortable with the new relationship among the four of you - or rather, the expansion of the relationship Mira and Zoey had before you and Rumi joined (or were asked to join, technically. You never quite understood that part).

That's what Zoey would say if anyone were to catch her in your room right now.

Currently sitting in your lap with her arms around your shoulders, as her lips danced with yours. Your hands placed lightly on her thighs, fingertips caressing the skin.

Zoey had come into your room a few hours ago claiming she was having trouble with certain lyrics she couldn't figure out, and a different place would be good for her creativity. You thought about telling her that she shouldn't have to focus on work while on a break, but you knew she couldn't help herself, and it was also her way of getting her energy out somewhere so you let her be. Sitting in the center of your bed while you played games with background music filling the silence.

Turns out you were actually fooled by her innocent looking brown eyes and cat like grin. As soon as you got invested in your game she disregarded her notebook and sat close to you.

She started with light touches, tapping and squeezing your arm every time you did something right, then came her head on your shoulder, then came the celebratory kisses. Until she flat out threw your controller to the side and straddled your thighs.

And now she had your brain turned into mush - and was very proud of it.

"Hi" you said as you pulled back to catch your breath.

"Hi" her hands came up to play with your hair, and tilted her head to the side at your blank stare "what?"

The movement made her loose hair fall freely down the side of her face, and the absence of make up revealed the freckles you loved but could never see with a face full of concealer. She looked so comfortable in your room, in your presence, in your hold, and that alone was enough to make you more lovesick than her teasing ever could.

"Nothing" you shook your head "you're just really beautiful, that's all"

That resulted in a giggle from the american and for her eyes to soften the tiniest bit - heart fuzzy and warm.

With a hand on your neck she pulled you towards her for another kiss, her tongue instantly going to swipe over your bottom lip.

Somewhere between her hips grinding against yours and little moans that came out of her mouth the ding of the elevator ringed into the living room, signaling Mira and Rumi's return. But none of you heard it.

The two looked at each other, expecting to find you waiting for them on the couch to have lunch. With a questioning glance from Mira, Rumi put the groceries on the ground and spoke up with a small sigh "I'll go get Zoey"

With quick steps Mira went towards your side of the apartment and - without bothering to knock - barged into your room "Yo, we got the ramy-"

She stopped mid sentence as her eyes took into the scene in front of her.

You and Zoey loudly making out on your bed, your chest completely bare and Zoey's bra straps falling down her arms, the ravenette's hands pulling on your hair while yours were on her ass. She didn't know if she should feel more surprised, jealous or turned on.

You pulled away from your girlfriend as if she was made of lava at the sound of the door bursting open. Your first instinct was to put your shirt back on or cover yourself with your hands; because getting caught in the act meant stopping, right?

Apparently not for Zoey, who was very much still grinding on your lap, kissing and biting at your neck. She seemed to have finally acknowledged the choreographer when she detached her mouth from your neck, straightening her spine.

"oh hey, you're back already" she stated calmly, and then - instead of getting off you or at least having the decency to look embarrassed - tilted her head to the side "wanna join us? This one's got something for everyone" she let her finger wander all the way from your collarbone to the waistband of your shorts.

The implication made your ears red and eyes go wide, but before you could interject with anything, Mira's voice sounded in the room

"I'm getting Rumi. Right now"

Zoey had a victorious smile on her face you couldn't see, with your head lowered. "What's wrong baby?" the brunette grabbed your chin to make you look at her "you don't want to?" her soft lips spread into a smirk, as if knowing your answer already - as if she could feel the answer under her, but with eyes soft enough to show genuine concern, in case the answer would turn out to be a different one.

You sighed after a second of reluctance, coming to terms with the teasing that would come out of it "of course I want to" you mumbled into her neck.

"We're here"

You both raised your head at Mira's words, finding both girls holding hands - Mira probably dragged Rumi here- and the latter's confused expression.

"What's going on? is something- oh" the leader's cheeks instantly went red as she took a peek into the room.

She wanted to get away, to close the door and leave the two of you alone. It was nothing she hadn't seen already to be honest, but this was meant to be a private moment between you and Zoey, surely lunch could wait - but her legs couldn't move. Somehow the sight of two of her partners half naked and in a compromising position was enough to turn her brain off. Her legs only moved when Mira tugged on her hand once more, bringing her into the room without closing the door behind them.

"This is way better than ramyeon" Mira exclaimed as she all but launched herself onto the bed, landing right in front of you. She - much like Zoey before - didn't waste time in claiming your mouth, digging her teeth into your bottom lip and smirking at the surprised sigh the action got out of you; Mira kissed you like she wanted to devour you and taste Zoey through your own lips- all while said woman took turns in kissing both of your necks. After making sure she properly took your breath away Mira pulled back, enjoying your flushed expression - despite her cheeks showing the same pink hue - and craned her head to kiss her other partner with the same intensity.

The feeling of the bed dipping on your right side made you recover from your shock and turn to the side to look at Rumi, sitting on the bed almost shyly, only one knee touching the sheets.

"Come here angel" it was ironic, calling Rumi an angel, given she was literally half demon, it started as a nickname when you were still friends and you didn't know about her secret, and later became a pet name you whispered on her glowing skin in the dark. Now you couldn't help yourself; with the way her soft brown eyes looked at you, the faint blush dusting her cheeks and the patterns glowing softly like halos all over her skin you couldn't help but think that she was in fact part demon and part angel.

You took her hand and waited for her to accept the touch before pulling on it, making her sit in front of you.

Thankfully the bed was big enough for the four of you, your need for a big space to sleep in turned out to be useful when you suddenly found yourself with not one but three gorgeous girlfriends; so when you felt Mira lay down on the bed and Zoey following, you still had half the bed to yourselves.

"Hey" you softly called out to Rumi, who was also looking at the girls, equally intrigued and nervous.

She turned to look at you, blinking rapidly.

"Can I kiss you?"

With a small nod, you closed the distance. You started softly, knowing this whole thing was still fairly new to her - not just this relationship in particular, but the whole dating scene and revealing herself to others. So you always made sure to take your time and make sure she was comfortable whenever you were with her.

Your lips swept softly against hers, eyes slightly open to gauge her reaction. Rumi's hands twitched at her side, before she got brave enough to lay them on your collarbone. The half demon was the only one who didn't shiver upon touching your cold skin - having the same internal temperature as you - and actually found comfort in it. Like she found comfort in your non-human features, some bearing similarities to her own - like the fangs currently digging into her lips - while some were completely different and needed getting used to - namely the split tongue that was savouring and mapping the inside of her mouth.

It was easier learning how to kiss the girls, who had a normal set of teeth, but the two sets of fangs would always get in the way and clash against one another. It would be silly at first, and an excuse to kiss for longer, but the group leader would soon get irritated (or rather insecurity masked as irritation) and the only solution would be to take her cheeks in your hands and guide her movements. That would make the weight of performing off Rumi's shoulders and simultaneously make her swoon at the contact.

"Is this okay?"

She reopened her eyes and felt hands grabbing the hem of her grey hoodie. Rumi swallowed once, then quickly nodded, allowing the fabric to fly off her body and onto the ground.

With more willpower than any demon and human combined could ever have you waited for another nod before attaching your lips to her skin, your fangs digging into the muscles in her neck.

"Is this okay?"

It was teasing, it was arrogant and she knew it, knew you didn't need an answer - especially with the way her patterns flickered at the attention and the sounds she was letting out - but an answer you demanded anyway.

"nh- uh uh" she breathed out into your hair. While you were busy sucking and licking her skin she could feel her claws start to come out so, without thinking, she closed her hand into a fist to avoid hurting you.

"hey no- don't hold back" you softly reprimanded as you pulled back "Rumi, I want you to mark me" the hand previously laid on top of her covered thigh came up to her face, so she would look at you "besides, I'm leaving my mark on you too" you let a hissing laugh escape as the purple haired girl lowered her head to notice various red marks all across her chest.

She nodded, and let her palms slowly reopen, putting them on your collarbone, the tips of her claws tickling your skin.

Then, your hands came to circle her waist, and without much effort, you brought her closer to you - on your thigh. A shiver ran up her spine as the position made her sex touch your leg and instantly closed her legs around it. This time, she kissed you first, and didn't hesitate to deepen it.

You let her choose the pace, occupying yourself with your hands on her stomach - fingers brushing the underside of her bra. Soon after, you sneaked one hand behind her back and unclasped the offensive piece of clothing and threw it to the side - careful not to hit your other girlfriends, who you could hear moaning and whimpering beside you.

But the moans you were most captivated by right now were Rumi's, who started moving her hips on your thigh, no longer embarrassed. A moan for every time her thinly clothed clit brushed against your leg and sigh right after because it just wasn't enough. So she dug her knees firmly onto the bed and closed her hands around your shoulders - claws be damned - to gain more control over her movements. And started aggressively riding your leg.

Much to her discontent, hands grabbed her waist and stopped her hips from moving. She whined loudly.

"Stop it. Don't rush it angel" it killed you to see Rumi so stressed over something that should feel nothing but good, patterns glowing like a flickering, almost electrocuted lamp.

Slowly - too slowly perhaps - you reached under the waistband of her pants, until your hand cupped her pussy. Rumi let out a shaky sigh, now completely putty in your hands.

"Go like this" you started moving your hand, the tips of your fingers teasing her folds while your palm touched her clit "follow my lead, okay?" you took her claws digging into your flesh as a yes.

It took a few tries, but with a hand on her hip to keep her eagerness under control she soon started chasing her high at your pace.

"good Rumi good. Good girl" she responded with a whimper, and launched herself on your mouth, fangs meeting fangs, tongues finding each other over and over.

Rumi leaned back with a gasp when she felt another set of lips on her neck "Zoey-" the ruthless pair of lips instantly recognizable. You smiled at the 'intrusion' and let yourself being coddled by a third hand through your hair.

"wa- wait wait" you earned another moan from the woman on top of you - a frustrated one this time. Rumi was about to complain verbally but was quickly shut up by Zoey's mouth on her, and hand on her chest. You furrowed your brows because despite the scene in front of you being to die for, something was missing. Someone. "Mira?"

You turned toward the other side of the bed to find the woman lying on her back, already looking at you with a calm, relaxed smile. You couldn't help but smile back, cupping her cheek with your hand, and leaned down to peck her lips.

A giggle came from Zoey "oh Mira, well" she laid her head on Rumi's shoulder, who still had your unmoving hand in her pants "she already came" she casually shrugged at yours and Rumi's embarrassed expression "yea while you two were all lovey-dovey, I got to work"

The american threw a wink her lover's way, relaxed smile long gone and cheeks as pink as her hair.

In an instant Mira sat up - almost slamming her head against yours in the process - and put Zoey in a headlock, elbow under her neck as if to suffocate her, but the maknae only laughed. "Zoey! don't say it like that"

That only made Zoey tease her harder, both hands on Mira's one arm but with no real intention of freeing herself "what? I thought you were enjoying it! Especially when-"

"Zoey!"

With a bit more force from the choreographer they both fell back onto the bed. And you and Rumi just watched it happen. They were still 'fighting', meaning they were attached to one another, completely naked and laughing like little kids while they tired to get on top of the other, with the kind of intimacy and easiness one could only have with someone they've loved all their life. You let your gaze fall on Rumi, only to find out she was already looking at you with a soft smile and pink cheeks, and before you knew it, you both started laughing loudly at your other partners.

Upon hearing the laughter Mira and Zoey stopped their play fight to look at you. This time you two were the ones stuck in their own world, and with one single glance between them, a plan was in motion.

They both sat up, the movement making you and Rumi stop laughing. Zoey crawled to the leader, while Mira sat on your side.

"What are you two laughing at? said the brunette, positioning her hand where it was before on Rumi's chest, causing her words to die in her mouth

"Yeah" continued Mira "I thought we were in the middle of something. Besides" her eyes never left yours as her hand travelled from your neck to your hips, stopping only to cup you through your shorts. You sucked in a breath that sounded more like a hiss "it looks like someone here is more than ready" All three girls lowered their heads to your very noticeable bulge as it was teased by Mira's hand and only grew bigger "Did our play fight really turn you on that much?"

A giggle broke your embarrassed-motivated silence. Zoey's. "That might be my doing actually, I got them reaaally riled up while you two were away"

And while Rumi profoundly blushed at the memory of how she found you, Mira's smirk only widened. She slipped her hands under your underwear "Then we should do something about it uh?"

"Mira-" you hissed as she wrapped her hand around one of your dicks, giving it light strokes just to watch you squirm.

"And there's one other problem" you tried turning your head to look at Zoey, but Mira's other hand locked you in place, and began kissing you. "the two of you are wearing way too many clothes"

"mhh Zoey's right" Mira mused - as if she wasn't thinking the same thing "wanna take these off, love?" and squeezed you, making you throw your head back.

You and Rumi never got undressed so fast.

And despite it not being the first time you all saw each other naked, you could feel and see two pairs of eyes on your bodies, ogling. Much like you did before with them.

Mira shook her head, returning to her senses "okay, enough. Lay down" she gently ordered and put a hand on your chest to push you into the position she wanted. She sat on your legs, back straight as she let her hands wander. You tried tugging on her hand to bring her down with you and she decided to indulge you, if only for a moment. She left a chaste kiss on your lips, before straightening her spine once again with a soft - teasing - smile.

You watched her helplessly as small shivers took over your body every time her nails scratched your stomach or her fingers moved between your cocks.

You were rock hard by now, so hard it was starting to hurt, and so hard you were about to turn Mira over on the bed and just take her.

But then - for better or for worse - her hands stopped as Zoey wrapped her arms around Mira's waist from behind, lips attached to her neck.

"Don't keep us waiting Mimi"

You propped yourself up on your elbows just in time to catch Zoey's eyes on you as her teeth tugged on the choreographer's lobe. You took her outstretched hand and she pulled you up.

"Come here Rumi"

Said woman's eyebrows raised in surprise at her name being called, and silently moved on her knees to sit at your side. Zoey kissed her on the lips, almost as a reward, and you swore you saw Rumi's non existent tail wag. Then - at Zoey's command - the group leader moved in between the other members - sitting in front of you.

"Do you want do ride them?" Mira phrased her commands as questions most of the time, and that mainly happened with Rumi, who still needed that tiny bit more of gentleness when it came to the bedroom.

She shyly nodded, excited despite the external hesitation. She looked for your eyes, a way of having your approval, but you couldn't look at her - not right now.

Your eyes were on her body, flushed and ready for you. From the droplets of sweat running down, to her chest moving up and down rapidly, which only enlightened her hard nipples. Your eyes stopped on her pussy, still glistening and wet from her earlier activities, so aroused you could smell her from here - or maybe it was the mix of everyone in this room, but that only helped in turning your brain off. And made your dicks do the thinking.

You needed to be inside her now.

You grabbed her by the hips and moved her so she was straddling you, thighs touching. Rumi whined as your tip touched her folds and you had to bite your lip to keep the noise in. Mira and Zoey sat there watching, their own eyes fixated on the motion as if they were the ones receiving it.

You lowered Rumi down slowly, until she was fully seated on you and your other cock rested on her stomach. "Fuck" you let out a hiss as the warmth enveloped you, so soft and so wet. A hand tapped on your shoulder, and with a glance at Rumi's face, you started swaying her back and forth on your dick.

Your head fell in the crook of her neck, your breaths falling heavy on her chest, while Rumi's claws ran through your hair, tugging on it harshly every time a thrust took her breath away.

"nh-"

Suddenly, another hand was on your free cock, and by the way it moved it was easy to tell whose it was.

"But this is not enough for you now, is it?" Mira whispered into your ear, using the position to kiss Rumi on the lips "we wouldn't want you to feel.. neglected" her thumb swiped over the tip, causing you to bite down on Rumi's neck- and she moaned in Mira's mouth.

With a hand on your chest, she put some space between the two of you, but before you could start to miss your girlfriend's warm body against yours, your other girlfriend straddled you - her back facing you - and without further ado, sat on your other cock.

Your arms wrapped around her middle in surprise, pressing her against your chest as a strangled moan left your lips.

She threw a smirk over your shoulder as she started moving her hips, her backside meeting your stomach every time. She took Rumi's lips on hers, while you covered Mira's shoulder in bite marks.

All of a sudden a hand grabbed your chin, forceful enough to be demanding but not enough to hurt, and next thing you know another pair of lips was on yours. Zoey, who had been previously teasing herself with her fingers, had crawled over to you "We still have some unfinished business to take care of, you and I" she licked your upper lip with a devilish smile, but before you could close the gap once again her hand stopped you. She nearly laughed at your neglected expression.

Pressing your cheeks together, she opened your mouth and extended her slick covered fingers to you. Without a second thought, you surged forward to take them into your mouth. Your tongue swirled between each finger, to lap up every single drop, all while Zoey watched intensely - eyes blown and mouth agape.

She took her fingers out, and you followed until they were out of reach.

"Zoey" your hoarse voice called out. The ravenette tilted her head to the side, like she knew exactly what you were building courage for "I want more, please" you swallowed "I need to taste you"

Zoey grinned "just what I had in mind" she pushed you down onto bed, and your other girlfriends moaned as you shifted inside them. They hadn't started moving yet, Rumi because Mira's lips were distracting enough; plus, she wouldn't really move without direct instructions, only letting her little uncontrolled shakes grind on you.

But the model's stillness was on purpose. She had a plan - her and Zoey both did - and she couldn't risk any of you getting tired ahead of time.

Upon hearing the maknae's words, Mira smirked and detached herself from Rumi's mouth and closed her hands around the latter's waist, while Zoey straddled your face. Mira gave her leader one last kiss as Zoey waved a hand through your hair.

"You're ready?"

"Can I?"

"Yeah" you and Rumi both whispered in unison.

Next thing you know, Zoey lowered herself on your face and you welcomed her with your mouth opened, and licked a stripe up her folds. Her hand tightened in your hair. A moan travelled from your lips to Zoey's sex when you felt both girls suddenly grinding on you. Mira's movements were tight, circular, slow and calculated, while Rumi's were- oddly similar. Circular, slow with quick involuntary thrusts every now and then.

"Just like that Rumi, good" it wasn't thanks to her, not really, more like Mira's hands on her hips dictating the pace. But the purple haired girl let the praise get to her head anyway, and whined loudly. Her clawed hand landed on your thigh, no longer fearing to leave marks; the only important thing right now being keeping up the pace so she wouldn't disappoint you or Mira. So she could get more praise.

You tired to keep your moans to a minimum so you could best eat your girlfriend out, and judging by her own sounds you were doing a good job. Zoey was always the one with the less self-control when it came to sex, so you weren't surprised when your hair became a leash she started using it to keep you attached to her pussy as she rode your tongue and mouth without regard for your breathing.

But she wasn't the only one starting to lose her composure. Mira's so calculated movements soon became not so calculated, and the hold on the half-demon's waist turned into a lifeline. With no more guidance Rumi moved on instinct, faster and harder with every second and hid her face into Mira's neck to muffle her noises. Fangs digging into the soft skin.

The change in pace made you suck in a breath and made you hold onto them, onto Rumi's hand on your thigh and on Mira's pelvis, as you lifted your hips up to match their rhythm. You began sucking onto Zoey's clit, alternating with long strokes of your tongue- just the way she liked.

But she caught onto your eagerness and pulled your hair further into the mattress, making your eyes snap to hers "Don't you dare- dare finish before us- nh. Got that?" like it was easy. You tried to pull your head back to answer but she just dug her knees deeper into the sheets, making it impossible for you to move, lat alone talk. You squinted your eyes, almost as a challenge and let your teeth graze her clit. She gave a thrust forward, nearly falling over "fuck"

She was starting to miss your hands on her, so she reached the hand gripping Mira's hip and put it on her thigh, letting it wander to the curve of her stomach, in between her breasts and went to cup one, and squeezed. You fondled her, as yours fingers teased her nipple, pressing your thumb on it or pulling on it. After a short time however, you replaced your hand with hers, and moved yours in between her legs to play with her clit.

Rumi was the first to feel it, the feeling in the pit of her stomach; she pulled away from Mira's neck - house of bite marks and spit and sweat - and looked at her girlfriend with the beginning of tears in her eyes.

"I know pretty I know" she whispered with the calmest voice she could master despite the pleasure "me too" she kissed Rumi's head (more like moaned on it) "Zoey?"

The ravenette squeezed her eyes shut, nodding eagerly "yeah- yeah, I'm there" making an effort to reopen her eyes, she looked down on you and tilted her head to the side. You nodded.

You couldn't really tell who came first, just that you came one after another, and you could feel your girlfriends twitch on your body as they let their orgasms took over. You tried comforting them as best as you could in the position you were in, kissing Zoey's thighs while your hands caressed Mira and Rumi's skin. You all stayed like that for a while, until eventually Zoey was the first to get off, laying on her side next to you. She giggled at your expression when the others pulled away from you.

Rumi put her head on your chest without saying a word, but you could see a glimpse of her smile as you put a hand on her back and Mira hugged her from behind - the latter kissing your shoulder.

"Jesus" you breathed out "how long have you two been planning this?"

Mira and Zoey looked at each other, before the maknae giggled "pretty much since we all got together"

"Really?"

"Yeah" answered the pink haired girl "we knew about your..anatomy" and if it were Zoey she would have been way blunter "but we didn't want to overwhelm the two of you"

You all looked down at a silent Rumi, only to find she was already sleeping, probably drooling too, patterns glimmering softly. With a yawn, Zoey wrapped your free arm around herself and put her head on your shoulder "I'm falling asleep too" she closed her eyes.

You and Mira were about to so the same, when suddenly your stomach growled. You were really craving your ramyeon.

"Oh of course the one who did nothing but lay back is hungry" Mira teased lightly while Zoey only giggled

You let your tongue out with a hissing sound, and Zoey almost leaned in to kiss it "I made all of you come" you smirked back at her, and left a kiss on her forehead "now, if you'll excuse me" you gently moved Rumi to the side with Mira's help, and kissed the other two girls in the same place - the american actually demanded one on the lips too, and who were you to deny her "I'm starving"

It was hard carrying four ramyeon all by yourself, and it turned out it was useless, too. Because when you returned to your room, they were all fast asleep just as you left them. With a you-shaped hole among them.

With a soft smile on your lips, you ate your portion of food as fast as you could (you were not about to go to bed hungry - and risk waking them up to your stomach complaining) and got into the bed with them. All girls unconsciously snuggling closer to you.

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-smut will be marked with ꕤ-

Headcanon

● Kira with an autistic s/o

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Kira Timurov x gn!reader

A/N: help I just finished the show and wrote this in an hour. I'm obsessed

Word count: 0.8k

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● Starting off strong - she's the queen of the school, so any adjustment you might need, they will get done

● The student council's room doesn't have those blinding white lights anymore, and neither does your dorm room

● Because even if you're not part of the student council you spend a lot of time in their room

● None of them is crazy enough - not even Dori - to question why you're there. None of them want to face Kira's wrath

● And if you are part of the student council, she always observes how you react to each member to make sure that no one is overwhelming you, ready to shut them down

● But if you find yourself matching anyone's energy, then she will 'casually' let them act out more than she normally would. Just to see you have fun

"Chad would you just shut the fuck up for once? Omg!" Dori's shiny knife dented the table as she slammed it on the wood, making you and Chad stop talking and turn towards her with wide eyes

"Actually, I advise you to follow your own order" Kira's voice cuts through the silence created by Dori, blue eyes piercing hers "Chad here was contributing to the meeting. Unlike you"

● Kira isn't one to get distracted easily, so your stimming wouldn't bother her

● It would become a problem though if you're stimming loudly (like tapping your fingers on the table or playing with your pen)

● "Y/N, could you please find something else to do?" her tone firm but not angry

● And when you stop, her lips would curve into a tiny smile "thank you"

● But if you're in the quiet of her dorm room, she'd let you stim however you want

● Non-verbal or just don't feel like talking? Yea that's not going to be a problem with Kira

● She's so used to Riri she doesn't even realize you're 'supposed' to answer to what she's saying until a good ten minutes into the conversation

● "Are you ignoring me or just not talking?" she was a bit on the defensive the first few times but after you hold up a 'two' with your fingers she keeps talking like nothing happened

● And now she doesn't question you anymore

● But now she's so used to talking without receiving any verbal answer that sometimes she finds herself talking out loud in an empty room

● Quickly turning around to make sure no one saw that - embarrassing - slip up

● On the other hand, she's always ready to listen to you talk about the things you're passionate about

● She might not care about the movie that just came out or the game you're obsessed with, but she still listens while doing something else

● But if your hyperfixation is gambling or gossip? Color her interested.

● While knowing everything about everyone is normally Suki's thing, having a partner who has dirt on everyone can really come in handy

"what do you do know about him?" she'd casually ask whenever someone caught her attention

"he recently got out of house pet status after only a week and he's now like number 98? 97?"

Her head turned to look at you "that was quiet fast, I thought you said he sucked at gambling"

"yea well people say he slept with his owners to get out of debt" you shrugged "they say he took from his mother"

"and you think it's true?"

"the first part? yea, the ranks changed but he wasn't in the gambling hall" she loved how accurate you could be "but the second part? He has two dads but he's never going to admit it because he's homophobic. Also why he only gambles with girls"

● As for the gambling part, if you're an avid - compulsive - gambler, she'd watch very game from the window of the student council room

● Or she'd stand next to you, if the stakes are high, to silently support you. Standing next to you with her arms crossed or with a hand on your shoulder

● She keeps a poker face all through the game to not give the opponent any clue, even when you play with a different strategy than the one she would have used, because she fully trusts you

● If you win, she just squeezes your arm as a form of affection and smirks proudly because she knew you would win! And when you're alone she lets her excitement show with verbal compliments and a kiss

● But if you do end up losing, instead of comforting you - unless she sees you clearly need it - she'd spend over an hour discussing the game with you and playing the same game with you over and over until you understand your mistakes

● She will not take action against the person that defeated you if it was a fair match, because why would she? It was your mistake and you are both mature enough to understand it

● But if they cheated, then god help their poor soul. Being demoted to house pets will be the best part of their week

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Please can you write a Kate Bishop platonic request with a friend who has a bad home situation (nothing described) with the prompt “Do you need a place to stay for tonight?" 

Thank you :)

A place in this world

Kate Bishop & gn! reader

Summary: request + this other one "Can you write a kate bishop younger sibling prompt “I’m not going anywhere.” with hurt/comfort please?"

Warnings: nothing

A/N: reader can be interpreted as Kate's sibling or just a friend. Did i take the title from a taylor swift song? yes. Does it have anything to do with the fic? no. Enjoy

Word count: 2.2k

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Kate had run out of options by now.

She had fallen asleep while trying to avoid studying for her english exam and when she woke up, way past midnight, her stomach rumbled as if she hadn't eaten anything the whole day.

Which was kind of the truth, she had breakfast as soon as she woke up - which was around like two pm - and didn't eat anything else. She made an attempt to eat whatever was in her fridge but the outcome was rather..disappointing; the only thing in her fridge being expired milk, some grapes from that time when she tried to lead a healthy lifestyle and an opened bag of lime flavored potato chips - she still regretted buying those.

And since every supermarket was now closed and no one would deliver food to her doorstep her only option was the small market twenty minutes from her apartment.

She sighed in relief as she saw the light coming out of the window despite knowing she came all the way here because it was open 24/7. It didn't take long to buy what she needed; knowing she wouldn't want to cook tomorrow - because she never does - she bought four frozen pizza boxes and some soda - to stay energized and study all night obviously.

As she was putting the change in her jacket a coin slipped from her fingers and rolled away, soon followed by Kate who cursed softly under her breath.

"Gotcha" she cheered as she stopped the coin with her foot and leaned down to pick it up. Raising from her kneeling position something caught her eye. Someone was sitting on the bench in front of the market, their back to her. Kate wouldn't have given it any thought - she did find it weird being outside in the middle of the night, with this cold, but it was none of her business - if it wasn't for the hoodie they were wearing. The same hoodie she gave you for christmas last year.

She cautiously approached the bench, in case it wasn't really you - but she was soon proved right.

Your face stuck out from the hood while the light coming from your phone illuminated your features. You didn't feel her approach, too engrossed in your mobile game while your earphones - from which Kate was sure only music came out of them as you always muted the game music - blocked any sound from reaching you.

"Hey" she breathed out "what are you doing here?"

You looked up at the sound and widened your eyes as they fell on Kate, like you just got caught doing something you shouldn't. You regained your composure, but still avoided her question "what are you doing here? Isn't your place like half an hour from here?"

-Yeah, so is yours- she thought, but she kept her mouth shut. She rounded the bench and sat next to you "I needed something to eat and this is the closest market open 24/7" she said instead.

You nodded, turning the game off and putting the earphones neatly in your pants pocket so they wouldn't tangle. You didn't know if Kate saw it as you avoiding eye contact, but you hoped she didn't.

"What about you?" she asked again "you don't exactly live here either"

"Uh I just needed a breath of fresh air" you settled on

"With this weather? You sure got a lot of fresh air- it's freezing out here" as if to prove her point, little warm clouds followed her every breath.

You nodded, acting like that was enough of a response, and looked away.

Silence fell over the two of you after that. It wasn't awkward - it never was with Kate - but it was tense. Charged with anticipation on your part, just waiting for Kate to ask and press so much that you wouldn't be able to pretend everything was fine. And already dreading that moment.

While Kate's silence was still. She was using this time to study you - half expecting you not to break the silence on your own.

The way you were fidgeting with the sleeves of your hoodie and how you stopped any few seconds like you didn't want that nervous act to be caught. Or the way your eyes would drift in her direction but would instantly go back to look at the road whenever they met hers.

"So," she started, her mouth kept open as she tried to think of what to say "I saw those chips you always buy at the store, they're one sale today, if you want them.."

"No I- I'm good"

"I could buy them for you" she added, stopping you "if you don't have money on you"

"I said I'm fine!" your head snapped towards her, then, realizing how harsh it sounded, you lowered it again "thanks" you whispered.

Kate nodded to herself, the tips of her fingers twisting the strap of the plastic bag, and let silence stand between your bodies for a second time.

"Seriously, I'm fine" you spoke up again after a while, feeling Kate's eyes on you "I just needed to get away for a bit"

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

She could feel your hesitation "just..the usual" you supplied "but it's not that bad"

And Kate didn't press further - this would be enough for now, and sat a little closer to you, conveying with acts what would be useless to express with words.

Then, her eyebrows furrowed, a thought crossing her mind.

She called your name softly, waiting for you to turn around "do you need a place to stay for tonight?"

Your mouth opened but closed itself when no word came out, you weren't sure of the answer yourself. When you got out of the house all those hours ago you didn't have a plan in mind, just put on your shoes - not even a jacket, hence why you were currently freezing - and started walking. There's no denying that a part of you expected to spend the night out. Sure, NY didn't offer the kind of quiet you needed but at least passerby didn't care about you and wouldn't disturb you. And if they were to, you knew how to defend yourself.

Now, it suddenly felt like a terrible plan.

You always knew it was deep down, but when Kate didn't know about it it felt safer. Safer to have no one worrying about you.

"It's fine if you do" Kate's voice cut through the silence, interrupting your thoughts "I just want to know if you'll be safe tonight"

Your instinct was to nod, to lie. Tell her that everything was fine, that you were fine - but you couldn't. Because it wasn't, and you weren't.

Lying to Kate felt so wrong, especially when she was just looking after you, but somehow, making her take care of you - because you couldn't - felt worse.

"Alright come on, let's go"

You raised your head when Kate got up, your eyes following her movements and opened your mouth waiting for whatever weak protest you were thinking about to get out.

"I'm already eating frozen pizza in my apartment on a friday night. Don't make me eat it alone" she offered you her glove-covered hand and a warm smile. Something you definitely needed.

You took her hand - yours twitching at the warmth of the contact - and raised from the bench.

You started following Kate to her house, standing a few steps behind her. She tried slowing down a couple of time so you would catch up, but it soon became clear that you wanted to keep to yourself, so she let you. Only turning around every so often to be sure you were still behind her.

"How is it going with the whole vigilante thing?" your voice weak as you asked - tentative

"The vigilante thing you should know nothing about?" you shrug "uhh great. I'm still learning stealth and patience but my arrow game couldn't be better" her lips curved into a smile as she heard your laugh.

Keeping her gaze on you, Kate lifted her hand until your eyes fell on it.

"Come on, we're almost there"

And she didn't put her hand down until you took it. Intertwining your fingers together.

She only let go of your hand to reach into her pocket to find her keys. You were ushered into the building as she closed the door behind her. And despite having been here more times than you could count, you still waited for her to press the elevator button.

The same thing happened with her front door, but this time, instead of being greeted by the kind but distant doorman you were welcomed by a surprised wagging tail and golden fur rubbing all over your pants.

"Woah, when's the last time you saw them?" Kate joked behind you, receiving the dog's attention next.

You just laughed at Lucky's behaviour, the sound growing in volume as you saw the brunette struggling to keep him from biting the pizza boxes. You decided to help her out and brought the dog with you to the living room, distracting him with one of his toys. As soon as you stepped into the living room you let out a shaky exhale at the drastic difference in temperature.

"It's so warm in here"

Kate didn't even turn the heat on that day, the apartment provided the standard warmth a normal place with four walls and a roof would during the winter.

Your reaction could only make her guess just how much you stood in the cold before she met you.

You could hear plates clicking in the kitchen "You can choose something to watch if you want, while I heat the pizza"

You got up from the floor leaving the dog to play by himself and picked up the remote.

But when Kate came back into the living room the tv was still turned off and you were sitting on the couch in complete silence. Lucky had at some point climbed on the couch with you and was now resting his head on your lap, panting softly as your fingers ran through his fur - an action that you probably didn't know you were doing.

The brunette approached you cautiously, two plates in hand and sat beside you. She tucked her feet underneath her and held a plate toward you "you better eat" she spoke up, in a lighter tone that the sentence probably called for "before he steals all your food"

That seemed to snap you out of your trance. You blinked twice and took the plate, your eyes drifting to the sleeping dog hoping he wouldn't wake up to the smell.

You took a hesitant bite out of the pizza slice, almost as if you didn't know if you could - if you were allowed - and Kate saw that. Because of course she did. And she just kept staring at you, watching as you became more confident with each bite, likely driven by the comforting taste and hunger.

You two ate like that for a while, with you gobbling up everything that was on your plate and Kate eating at a much slower pace. Eventually - after giving you another serving - she struck up a conversation. Nothing heavy, nothing that could make you think about your home situation. She asked about the new show that just came that the two of you were planning on watching together or the game you couldn't stop talking about; and proceeded to tell you how Lucky jumped into a pool of mud and she had to give him a bath.

Once dinner was over Kate insisted on doing all the cleaning, but after a short back and forth she let you help. Now the only sound coming from the apartment was the water running from the sink where Kate was washing the dishes and ceramic clinking against wood as you put the plates away. The dog laid on the floor sleeping, occasional sighs coming from his snout.

Then, in the quiet of the night and artificial warmth, her voice spoke softly "I'm not going anywhere" a beat "you know that, yeah?"

Your hand stilled. Nothing extensive, no major reaction for something you have always seen in the silence of her actions and the softness of her worried gaze.

Your head turned to meet that very gaze, and rested both your hands on the counter as if to brace for something. You could tell Kate was not done yet. She has never been a woman of few words, after all.

"And neither will you" her tone wasn't soft anymore, because this time she needed certainty, she needed conviction. She needed to be taken seriously and not as something said and thrown in the air to fill it. Not as something she said just to comfort you so she could claim she was a good person. "Because as long as I'm here, you'll always have a place to stay" she talked slowly, to let every word sink in. A sentence that wasn't intended to be interpreted literally, but a sentence that held as many reading as one could think of.

A few steps closer and her hand was on yours, not enough to press your palm against the wood, but enough for the heat of her skin to transfer to your own.

Touch as warm as a promise, light as an offer. Presence as loud as it was quiet.

You smiled. It was impossible to doubt her.

"Yeah, I know"

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I'm finally almost done with all the requests (and the crowd cheers), and I was planning on continuing "more than your past" and make it a series (with what I have in mind it will probably have two or three more chapters)

And I was half-thinking of making it a romantic natasha x reader (the platonic relationship with yelena would still be the focal point of the fic tho)

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Could you do a smut with Vic top and reader bottom either celebrating reader getting promoted to chief or any other idea you might have.

and could you also write a hurt comfort when Vic and reader are dating and reader is prone to panic attacks and Vic helps them and fluffy with lots of kisses and comfort?

Cheers, captain

Victoria hughes x gn! reader

Summary: the team wants you to celebrate your promotion, and while you're stalling, Vic finds a way to celebrate with you

Warnings: (+18) top! Vic, bottom! reader, reader is gender neutral and non specific terms are used for their genitalia

A/N: I don't think I'm going to write your other request as it is not really my style, sorry. But I hope you'll enjoy this one :) and feel free to send another if you want

Word count: 2.6k

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"Finally it's over, good job everyone!" you got off the engine with a loud thud, mirrored by your teammates' boots doing the same action "and the shift has only just begun"

You took your black and yellow jacket off with a soft groan, knowing you'd have to clean your whole uniform once again.

Almost the whole team was still in the garage, considering this call needed everyone's intervention - except for Vic and Dean, assigned to Dean's initiative for the day.

"Great job, captain" Travis' teasing voice became louder as he came up behind you, almost as dirty as you, and strongly patted your back as a dad would to his son.

"Shut it, Montgomery" but you knew the man wouldn't stop so easily.

"What? I can't congratulate our captain on their good work?"

"A captain that never threw a party for their promotion, by the way"

"There we go" you muttered. Warren might have been the eldest, but he definitely knew how to be annoying when he wanted to.

You've been promoted to captain a little over a month ago - which wasn't a lot in your opinion - but your teammates found it absurd that you still hadn't celebrated. And they made sure to remind you every chance they had, to the point you started wondering if it was a federal requirement to keep your job.

"You know" Maya chimed from the engine, where she was casually sitting in her clean uniform. You almost regretted assigning her to the hoses and not yourself. "They're never going to let this go unless you do something. Why don't you want to celebrate?"

"It's not that I don't want to!" You immediately answered, giving the same explanation for what seemed like the umpteenth time "It's just... we're always busy, and I never have time to organize"

And it was the truth, with shifts that lasted half a day and knowing the whole team couldn't possibly take a day off it's been very hard to plan anything.

But also, you've never liked organizing parties - or anything really, complaining there were too many things to take care of and too much to clean up after; you very much preferred to buy drinks for everyone at a bar. Easier and faster.

Unfortunately, the idea had already been rejected by your teammates-friends.

"And they're acting like I have to plan a wedding" you concluded with an accusatory tone.

"It doesn't have to be like a wedding" Warren immediately interjected, trying his sweetest tone so you would cave in.

"Yeah because you'd suck at it" Travis said, not missing an opportunity to make fun of you.

Your expression turned from neutral to annoyed in a second. Turning to look at him, still standing next to you with his hand on your shoulder and a smug smile on his face, you couldn't resist. You slapped the back of his head, watching as he slightly moved forward and let out a small sound of surprise.

With a smile now on your face, you let Warren continue. "Something small, you can do it at home, just us and some appetizers" he proposed, shrugging his shoulders.

"You can do it as Dean's house" Jack added. He wasn't as bad as the others, actually getting them to back off every time he sensed the teasing went too far "I'm sure he wouldn't mind"

"I would very much mind. No one's throwing parties at my house"

Everyone turned their head. as Dean and Vic entered the garage, as they probably heard you all coming back.

"not a party" you and three men exclaimed in unison. Their words pronounced like reassurance, while yours held a pleading.

"ooh, are we pestering them about the promo-party?" Vic followed behind, entering the room with a skip in her steps "I wanna join"

She instantly came to stand by your side, cupping your cheek with her hand, not caring that she could get dirt on it.

Her voice lowered as she addressed you only "hi".

You glared at your girlfriend with a gaze that held no real malice, but leaned into her touch.

"We are not doing it!" you loudly stopped everyone from talking "what we are going to do is, I'm going to take a shower" you took ahold of Vic's wrist so you could move away "while Montgomery and Warren clean everyone's uniforms"

"What? Why!?" Travis complained while Ben kept quiet, probably already knowing the answer.

"Because I'm the captain and I say so" you heard Vic snicker at your side and turned to look at her with a smile. You left a quick kiss on her lips - too quick for her standards - and headed to the showers.

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After the much needed shower you headed straight to your office - it still felt weird calling it that - and got to work.

You weren't lying when you said you were busy, becoming captain meant keeping your superiors informed of any calls the team takes care of, making sure the station was always clean and functional, reporting any problem with the equipment and not being able to delegate any of these responsibilities.

You were close to hiring an assistant.

Just as you were wondering if Vic would be up for the side hustle, she entered the door, and closed it behind her.

"How did the call go?" You asked without looking up from your papers, you heard the automatic voice calling for her and Dean almost an hour ago, but you didn't think she'd be back already. "And you should knock before entering"

"Nothing too big, we were able to defuse the situation without too much trouble" she replied casually, clearly not wanting to focus on that, and closed all the blinds that let you see the hallway "and- I'm your girlfriend" she justified herself.

You raised your head at the sound of the blinds but didn't say anything, you were still able to see thanks to the window behind you.

Besides, with Vic here you were sure you weren't going to get much work done anyway.

"Still.. I'm working" you tried, but made no move to pick your papers back up, instead focusing on Vic as she approached your desk and leaned on it next to you.

"Sorry captain" she smirked, definitely not taking you seriously.

What she took seriously however was the little "Capt." embroidered next to your last name on your uniform. Seriously hot.

"I was just thinking," assuming she had no intention of going away anytime soon you moved your seat from your desk, rotating it to face her completely "the party everyone's pestering you about-"

"Oh please" you groaned, throwing your head back "not you too, and not again. I will...do something" you settled on "I just haven't had the time"

"oh no no" she stopped you "I wasn't talking about the party per se, I was just thinking about how I haven't said my congratulations yet"

In the few months you've been with Vic you've learned the difference between the smirk she used while playing around and the one she used when she had something in mind.

And despite her seemingly reassuring words, the one she was showing you right now was certainly the second one.

"And we don't need any organizing for this one"

Your prediction came true when her hands flew to your belt. But before she could do anything your hands stopped her.

"Woah! What are you doing? We're at work"

Since your hands weren't really restricting hers she put them on your cheeks, leaving a kiss on your lips "Never stopped you before" and she would have left more than just one kiss if you hadn't pulled away.

"Well- we can't..now" you stammered "not anymore"

Vic playfully rolled her eyes and took another step towards you, now standing between your legs "oh come on you're a captain and suddenly you're boring"

Before you could retort with anything, she kissed you again - and you couldn't deny her forever. Her hands returned to your face, while yours held her arms.

She sat on your knees to get closer to you and when she licked your bottom lip you instantly opened your mouth to allow her to deepen the kiss. She knew she couldn't go straight for her goal or you could reject her again, so she had to work you up first.

And judging by your eagerness in reciprocating her kisses and the pull she felt at her shirt- it was working.

Vic bit on your bottom lip before pulling away, enjoying the breathless sigh you let out. "I saw you this morning" she began, playing with the collar of your shirt "when you got back, dirty uniform, messy hair" she trailed off

"And smelly"

"Smoke-y. You smelled like smoke," she corrected "that's not bad"

"that's not bad?" You echoed, confused "you hate the smell of smoke, you didn't even like it when I used to smoke"

Even before getting with Vic, you weren't an avid smoker, and ultimately decided to stop once she refused to kiss you one too many times. Looking back at it, what were you even thinking? Your lungs were already damaged because of your job, no need to add anything to the mix.

"That's different" she interjected again "that was harmful. But this-" her fingers wandered to your name tag, playing with the corners "is heroic. It's hot"

You only rolled your eyes, avoiding pointing out how she did the same every day, and just brought her closer to you by her pants pockets.

You've always preferred the taste of her lips over cigarettes anyway.

The kiss started sweet once again and Vic didn't hesitate to deepen it with her tongue on your lips. Just as you were getting used to the pace she set she pulled back. You opened your mouth to talk but only a quiet gasp came out as you felt kisses on your neck.

She was taking her time now, starting from your jaw all the way to the collar of your shirt. Slow, open mouthed kisses were left all over your skin, while her hands danced over your shoulders and collarbone with the sole purpose of teasing.

When fingers wandered over your stomach you didn't fight them, but when you felt them fiddle with your belt once again your sense of duty - or guilt - seemed to win.

"The door-"

"Already locked it" Vic wasted no time answering "come on, let me congratulate you captain" she breathed, as if she herself were affected by simple kisses and her own actions - and maybe she really was.

You let out a breath that was probably supposed to be a laugh but comes out as a moan as her hand finally slips under your pants, cupping your clothed sex.

She couldn't do much in the position the two of you were in so she got off your lap, settling on her knees in between your legs. The sight alone was enough to feel arousal spread through your entire body, and the smirk Vic threw your way only made it worse.

You hastily lowered your pants and let them fall to your feet,but just as you were about to do the same with your underwear a hand grabbed your wrist gently, moving it to the armrest.

"not yet" Vic whispered against your thigh, her hot breath acting as a phantom touch on your skin. She knew she was risking a lot with all this teasing, you weren't known to be patient and could easily flip her over and make her pay; she had to be careful. Her hands trailed along your legs with the tips of her fingers hiding underneath your underwear. Not enough to give you what you want but enough to keep you wrapped around her finger.

You closed your eyes for a second once her lips touched your inner thigh, leaving wet, soft kisses until her cheek brushed against your underwear. You thought she'd finally want to take it off, instead she just kissed you through it, making your hips lift up.

"Vic I swear to god" you softly groaned, your previous hesitation thrown out the window "if you don't do anything I'll-" but she stopped you

"You'll what? Punish me? I'd love to see it" she teased with a smirk, all too happy with the possibility, her close breath still causing small shivers to run through your lower body. As her finger traced the outline of your very much alerted sex she spoke again "well, nothing much I can do. 'Captain's orders', right?"

At that her hands went to the hem of your underwear and you instantly raised from your seat to help her, letting the fabric pool at your feet.

Next thing you know her lips were on you. Wet. Warm. Her plans of teasing and drag this out were quickly forgotten as she did exactly what she needed to do to make you cum. This was meant to be a reward after all, not a punishment.

And it wan't hard to bring you to the edge, Vic knew your body by heart - as you did hers - lips and tongue moving just the way you liked. Unrelenting. Fast. Your hand went to rest on top of her head, fingers interlacing with her hair, resisting the urge to just take control already and use her mouth how you wanted.

Vic looked up as if that simple gesture was enough to assume your intentions and smirked to herself. Fingers moved from your thigh to your stomach, eliciting little shivers every few seconds, while her other hand reached where her tongue couldn't and started quickening the pace. Your breath itched at that and

your left hand instinctively went to her head, fingers interlacing with her hair to keep her there, while the right layed on the armrest to give you stability as you moved your hips upwards, meeting her mouth with every movement.

Vic smiled as much as she could with her mouth full, spurred on by your actions to do whatever she could to make you come as soon as possible. Your knees started shaking on their own accord and your hand tightened in her hair as you tried to warn her you were coming, but groans and whispers of her name were the only things coming out of your mouth at this point. Thankfully she was able to tell thanks to your body language and was prepared.

And when you finally came she was eager to lap it all up.

Your breath began to calm down as your heart still hammered in your chest, shivers still running up your spine every now and then as Vic's tongue cleaned you up. She stood up on her feet and smiled at you. Half genuine half amused at your expression. She decided to not tease you. Not yet. Her hands went to cup your cheeks as she got closer to you. She would have sat on your lap but preferred to give you time to recover.

"So? How's that for a celebration?" she sweetly whispered, a hint of teasing coming out.

You let out a breath "uh good! yeah pretty great" you answered, as you were talking about a party "we should celebrate more often"

Her hands moved to the collar of your uniform, eyes falling to your name tag "who said it's already over?"

She smirked as she felt your arms around her waist. Vic brought her lips close to your ear, voice dropping to a dangerously low tone.

"Take me to bed captain."

And even if you were technically the captain, you'd do anything she says. No hesitation and no questions asked.

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