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Kaidan x AFAB db WARM oneshot

Kaidan mod belongs to livtempleton on nexus

Will involve spoilers of the kaidan mod

mention of Inigo, Auri, and Lucien who belong

to SMARTBLUECAT, Waribiki, & JosephRussell

I had only just defeated alduin on the throat of the world- but it wasn’t enough. What I need is a plan- and the context of Alduin going to Sovngarde after cowering off in the heap of battle surly made a mess of things.

I needed a drink.

I thank my companions who had followed me through this unfortunate incident- one of them being Kaidan. He and I had known each other longest; with finding him in an abandoned prison, going through an old cave from his childhood, unmasking his past and heritage, and an ex lover.

This ex lover of his was a powerful destruction and conjuration mage, whom had a disturbed body due to her own mutilation for spells. Kaidan, in response, said that when she threatened my life, he lost any sympathy towards her. Thus, he killed her, and I suspected it took a toll on him mentally.

A couple weeks or so after the incident, Kaidan was clearing his mind still. What helped distract him was the fight on the throat of the world. It exhausted all of us, but it helped Kaidan move on from his past. He was still his broody, serious self, but he seemed more…distracted as of late.

We spent an entire day and a half in solitude. Inigo and Lucien had went off to the Bards College- Lucien wanted to look at some books, and Inigo had to tune his lute. Auri had kept a distance from the market and went to the inn for some jagga- she’ll be disappointed. Kaidan followed me to the blacksmith as I needed a tune up on my bow, and it was an awkward silence between us. Kaidan would eye me from to time to time, and I, of course, noticed but kept it to myself. His mood today seemed strange, and I could tell he was anxious about something due to his boots shuffling against the floor from time to time.

“This is a dwarven bow, pulls back perfectly twelve inches, and the quiver can hold up to eighty arrows.” Fihada, the owner of the flecher, spoke. He showed a case with a amber metal crafted bow, carved with dwarven material and a thick string.

“Looks great. How much for it?” I asked, tilting down to the bow with a gleam. Amazing how a weapon from an extinct race was still crafted after all this time.

“Well, I have a couple. Enchanted, sharpened, both or none. Which would you like?”

“Both.”

Fihada pulled out a dwarven bow, pulsing a red glow. “Fire enchantment, can pierce through heavy armor, around 1400 septims.”

I pulled my coin purse, the jingle caused the shop owner to grin.

Kaidan quickly put his hand on my arm, lightly touching to my hand with his other. I looked up, he furrowed his brows.

“Hey, I can get it if you want. I owe you this.” He mumbled, his voice was a crackle, like a fire in a cold home.

“I suppose.” I shrugged, he gave a soft hum and pulled out his own coin purse. In the heat of the moment, back when we faced a troll, Kaidan had his bow disarmed in battle, causing him to grab mine. Mine was not a war bow, it was made for less strong pulls and more quicker tactics- and in the heat of the moment, forgetting it was not his bow’s strength, completely snapped the string.

“Thanks for the business!”

The sky was a golden tropic, shining down on solitude and her lovely stones. Lucien and Inigo had already gotten back to the inn to rest, while Kaidan and I were alone. The silence came back, to us sitting in silence and only merely glancing at each other when the said other was looking away. I didn’t have the courage to speak, I still don’t, not with this gauge of a thick layer called “tension.” We decided to head back to the inn, where the group was rested.

“No Jagga? What type of inn is this?” I heard Auri complain to the keeper of the winking skeever.

“I.. I’m sorry we only sell Nord, Imperial, and Breton drinks here.” Corpulus Vinius sighed, he was rubbing the counter with a wet rag, cleaning up stains.

“Besides alcohol,” Lucien interrupted, “do you have any rooms for five?”

“Five?” Corpulus itched his neck, thinking for a second. “I’m sorry I only can give four for tonight…”

“One of us needs to share a room with each other. Is one of the rooms with two beds at least?” Inigo asked, bringing his tankard to the counter.

“No, but we have a one queen sized bed that can fit two.”

“Oh boy.” Auri tapped her fingers against the wall, very much keeping her hands away from wood.

“Hm.. is any of us alright with sharing a bed with anyone?”

“I erm..” Lucien’s awkward voice chimed, “I rather sleep alone in one room… if that is alright…”

“That’s fine, Lucien.” I nodded, and he was already leaving for the night. Poor chap was exhausted.

“Why don’t you and Kaidan share the room?“ Auri proposed, smiling slyly towards me. I fumbled, twisting my hand behind my back to grip my fist.

Kaidan cleared his throat, “would it be more appropriate if you two shared?”

“Why is it not appropriate for you two to share? You two are close friends, besides one can sleep on the floor if it’s that bad.”

“You just want a room by yourself too.” Inigo glanced to Auri, who giggled.

“Fine,” I sighed, touching my temples with my fingers. “We can work something out.”

“Aye. I’ll stand uh, guard if need be. I don’t need rest.” Kaidan tried to comfort the situation, leading me to run my hand through my bag to pay for the rooms.

“You do, but sharing a bed isn’t the worst since it’s just one night.” I paid for the rooms, and immediately Auri and Inigo went upstairs.

“Have a nice night!” Auri chirped, mostly looking at me and having a mischievous grin.

I faltered my footing slightly.

I would assume it was around eleven in the night, and the group was asleep as I sat at a table upstairs near the bedrooms while I drank. My armor was in the room, in the corner by the bed and I was in more comfortable clothing, a brown shirt with black trousers. I couldn’t sleep due to pondering over what transpired for the past month. Alduin, Sovngarde, Kaidan…

A door quietly creaked open, and I turned in my seat. Kaidan-who was out of his bulky armor and in a soft, low cut rugged shirt with loose pants-was gazing at me through the door.

“Y’alright?” He asked, opening the door fully and leaning against the frame.

“M’fine, just having something to drink before I sleep. What about you? Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“I can’t sleep.” Kaidan mumbled lightly, his voice was forced but still gentle, a breeze tickled my earlobes.

“Hm?” I got up from my seat quietly, keeping a hand on the table, “What’s wrong, then?”

“I...” The tall man stuttered, pinching his eyes shut as he gulped down what I could tell to be his strained words, “Skyrim is cold, a very chilly province- you would be freezing once the weather hits. It will be freezing soon.. and I’d like to… help you stay warm…”

“What do you mean?” I asked, raising my brow as to egg him on more.

“Haven’t you figured it out?” He looked me in the eyes, standing up straight, his hands fidgeted by running through his messy hair. “Me… stealing glances of you… any moment I’m with you... I can only think of being closer… physically.. mentally..” his breath hitched as he saw how far he was going to his words. My chest was pattering.

“Come to bed with me, you know I’ll still be there in the morning..”

I flushed- he was suggesting.. oh gods. My whole body warmed, my arms crushing to my chest as to feel if my heart was still beating like a hummingbird.

“I-I.. uhm.. yes.. maybe..? Uhm..” I couldn’t speak, this felt embarrassing. I was independent, strong, free willed... but this moment made me feel so bashful. I didn’t know how to understand this.

“Are you blushin,’ dragonborn..?” Kaidan chuckled under his breath as he walked to me, taking my hand into his. His lovely shade of red eyes were codling down into my weakest conscious. “Let’s see how long that’ll last..?”

I obligated, giving a soft nod as we entered his room together, letting the door slowly close and letting a soft click play.

Kaidan kept his hands on mine the entire time, letting them run up my shoulders and to my cheek. His hands were large, as any Akivirian, and Kaidan used them so gently. His fingertips running across my skin, leaving gentle flutter kisses with the feeling of his freshly shaved face on my neck- it’s almost as if he prepared. He smelled so nice, and his hair was washed and still cold. Oh yes, he definitely prepped for this moment.

“You freshened up, didn’t you?” I spoke under my breath, causing Kaidan to leave a hum on my neck.

“It’s a coincidence, I assure you..” he gave a breathy chuckle, letting his hands slowly trail to my torso- he was hesitant, moving his head for his eyes and mine to be in contact as we exchanged consenting glances. He knew what he was doing, I wonder if he at least knew how he makes me so weak...

We haven’t touched our lips yet, though instinctively I felt hot under the collar. Kaidan was only touching to my cheek, staring me down with his gentle eyes. The moment was long and quiet, so far only eye contact was the most intimate moment. My hand gently rose, cupping to Kaidan’s cheek all the same as he did mine, but I tilted him down to me- the man was a towering sweetheart.

Kaidan accepted the tilt, leaning down to put his nose against mine. The hold of our breaths kept us on edge, through the mental contact of souls: our eyes. My entire body flared up as I contracted our lips together- finally. It was slow, and mostly breaths touching each other’s skin as we awkwardly sealed our lips. This kiss was what you would expect for a first time. Of course, Kaidan felt aback- as if it was his first. I knew it wasn’t, and that kind of got me a bit relentless. But his surprise and shock as to the kiss made me wonder if he accepted this more than the ones before.

Our lips touching for the first time felt electrified, for how small the connection was.

“You..” I breathed, once we got our space, “you’re okay with this.?”

The man smiled lightly to me, giving almost a soft chuckle, “Thought maybe I should be asking you that? Yes, I’m fine.”

“How should we..?” I asked, looking to the side as to distract me from staring too deep into his eyes. gods, those eyes..

Kaidan gave my cheek a gentle caress as to calm both of our nerves. “We’ll improvise.” Kaidan gave a soft twitch at his lips, like a smile, to me which was chasing butterflies around my stomach. I sighed and gave him a kiss to the chin.

“That works.”

Kaidan had gotten my lips again for another longing kiss, putting his hands on the bed as to coax me down to it. The tips of his fingers were leaving nerves working on my skin, as his fingertips connected to the nape of my neck, caressing down to my collarbone. The feeling was so gentle, and careful: complete opposite of how I knew Kaidan to be in battle. He was aggressive, rough, a tank in a fight. But now, he was so gentle and loving- it made my heart swell.

His hands rested on my shirt, and gave me his longing eyes to ask for the removal of the damned clothing- which I immediately acted on. I took the cloth off and even went as far as to tease my undergarment strap to fall off my shoulder.

As his cheeks went to match the color of his tattoo, he eyed my face and kept his hands on my shoulders, lightly using his thumbs to circle my skin.

“Can I take the rest off..?” He asked, so gently it was almost a whisper.

I smiled warmly to him and gave a soft nod, “yes.”

He took a gentle inhale as his fingers found the hooks to my undergarment, and lightly undid them. The straps gave into gravity as my garments fell off my body. I tossed them to the side as they were no longer wanted. I could almost hear Kaidan’s heart beat like a hummingbird. An adorable display, even so when he went to give a kiss to my chin for light measure.

Kaidan’s lips caressed down my neck and to my collarbone. His nose tickled my skin, along with his feather-like kisses. My body tingled and shivers were up my spine, which caused my back to curl towards him slightly. He was intrigued by this, continuing his lips to my abdomen as he ignored my breasts. The feeling had my heart sink a bit, but was reversed as his hands went to cup them, gently. Kaidan’s palms were warm and big, and they’re enough to be a bra themself.

Kaidan was not a talker, that was obvious. But it was curious to see his eyes speak for him. The way he looked at me, I could hear him say the most heart melting things- his actions spoke for him.

As a Hand stayed on my chest, with gentle fondles and playful squeezes, the other went to hook a finger onto my last undergarment. His lips were right under my stomach, and I could feel my entire body shake with anticipation. Kaidan gave me his longing stare, practically begging me to let him continue. I nodded quickly, and tried to lift my hips to help remove them faster.

Once removed, Kaidan silently gazed, plotting out his next move. Embarrassed, my legs hesitatingly went to close, but Kaidan put his palm on one of my knees in a light touch. He looked up to me, and gave me a small quirk of a smile. His fingers of his free hand laid against my inner thigh as a tease.

“Would you like to… prepare…?” He asked, removing his hand on my knee but keeping his other dangerously close to my abdomen, as he scooted his body up to nearly lay next to me. I bit my lip and raised a brow.

“How much do you think I need preparation?” I hummed. He shrugged playfully.

“I don’t mean to brag, but…” he snickered, which caused a humored huff of from me.

“Oh, fine then. Let’s sate your ego…” I replied and he gently kissed my cheek as a response.

His hand went to lovingly crawl down to my folds, eagerly awaiting my plea. This tease…

“Please.” I muttered, and he obliged. Two of his fingers dipped gently around my labia, feeling around. I inhaled at the sudden feeling, and silently watched his face as he did mine- most likely scanning for discomfort.

I can hear my arousal, and it made me shiver with embarrassing thoughts. Lip biting was my last resort to keeping my cool.

Once he got his fingers… wet… enough, he dipped in and I inhaled slowly. The impending ring of fire was more light and gentle than I would have expected. Nonetheless, it felt discomforting but not painful.

“You alright? It will pass… but tell me when it’s too much and I’ll stop…” he spoke, the second half being more clear and stern than his gentle ask. I gave him a nod.

“‘M fine… just gotta get past the…” I huffed and he nodded in an understanding. He curved his palm in a way that had the carpal of his hand rub against my clit. I whimpered slightly at the feeling and Kaidan took it as a good sign. He pushed his fingers in deeper, and started to make a more curving motion.

The ring felt less hot and more comforting. It slowly began to undo me into a mess. I relaxed my muscles and limbed gently against the bed. My mouth was slightly ajar, feeling so relaxed of just feeling his fingers. Hearing the sounds of his fingers thrusting in a quicker manner, even adding a third that I barely noticed, I felt my body go hot, mind numbingly hot.

Even as he stopped, I could feel my mouth water from the pleasure.

“Do you think you’re ready?”

“Huh?” I asked, just coming out of my dazed thoughts. Kaidan chuckled.

“I asked if you think you’re ready..”

I cleared my throat and hummed, lifting my torso up with my elbows balancing me.

“Yes.”

Kaidan’s swift movement of removing his clothes was short lived, and rather a blur. Though, I was in awe that he was, in fact, valid to brag. He moved his hand back down to me and gave a firm wipe, and lubricated his shaft. I let my legs fall in a opening display as I waited eagerly.

A hand on my knee, and with an aim, he slipped in. The ring of fire was hotter and brighter, a far harsher reaction than his tough fingers.

“Gods- I…” I impulsively whimpered, clasping my fingers over my lips. He gently went to hold a hand, which was basically now pinned to the bed, as his other pressed against the bed too, but left my other hand free. He looked down at me, dazed as I, as he waited for me to relax my nerves. Once I was in a less uncomfortable situation, he thrusted out and pushed back in gently, going farther in.

The process repeated till he hit my cervix. Kaidan sat in a patient demeanor, kissing my neck as I adjusted to him fairly quickly. I wrapped my legs around him, loosely, and asked for a continuation. He obliged.

Kaidan kept his eyes on me, and I felt a surge of flush fill my face as I awkwardly tried to keep the eye contact. I could tell he was amused at this. Considering he was closer and closer to just fucking me silly.

With hips hitting mine, I felt the edge gently grow closer. But it always felt far. Kaidan went to gently sit up, and placed his hands against my hip as he dug me closer. My hands wrapped around the sheets of the bed as I felt my body go limp. My skin felt hot, my brain was fuzzy with warmth, and my mouth let out sounds of pleasure. I did my best to see that I was never loud to wake the damn inn, especially my companions. But Kaidan made this oh so difficult.

The edge drew near, and I could hear Kaidan growing to the end as well. Oh, if the world ended I would be content to die on the spot.

“Ka-Kai..dan.” I stuttered, whining out his name as I felt my release on the tip. My breathing became vocal, and my legs squeezed him tight. My entire abdomen burned.

He predicted my edge, as a hand went to my clit and gently rubbed in a slow motion. That was the line, and my run came to an end. My breath became hitched as I felt it so hard to keep my voice contained. Kaidan went to kiss me to help, and I moaned into his mouth without shame. My hands twirling in his hair.

The hair gripping probably helped him release, because I couldn’t feel him anymore after my high. Just a very warm and wet sensation on my belly. His voice echoing my name in our kiss was sensational.

Taking all our energy to catch our breath and mind, we both slumped over on the bed. Heavily gasping.

Though, Kaidan snapped out of it quicker than me, and went to grab a rag to clean me and him up. He went to lay back down next to me, and we quietly went into each others arms, no words were needed.

As Masser and Secunda filled the night, Kaidan and I exchanged a voiceless cuddle, holding each other in a warm embrace as we let the night take us.

[alicepen]

Bb can u give us some romantic nsfw and sfw headcanons w modern anakin? Thanks

sfw first!!

firstly, early mornings with anakin because i am always thinking about it. waking up in his arms, either facing into his strong chest or facing away from him and feeling his heartbeat against your back. and if you wake up before him, you can admire the way that the light hits his face just right, bounces off of those dirty blonde curls and he looks beautiful. the blankets are thrown over both of you but he is a human heater and that’s really all you would need. and when he finally wakes up, he has that little tired grin on his face, a little “good morning”, and his morning voice is just perfection. 

then it turns into the whole “just five more minutes, please,” and who are you to keep him from that? so you lay there for five more minutes which turns into another and another until you finally get him to accept you leave to make coffee or tea or whatever you both fancy. 

comes back with two mugs and you two sit together, your head finding it’s way to his shoulder and basking in the serene morning. waking up together is always the best, but you never ever wanna leave. 

another thing that i think about a lot is when the both of you come back from missions, your first goal is to see one another. like literally you both drop whatever you are doing the second you arrive on coruscant to see the other. both of you like to grab food, because lets be clear, its a comfort and coruscant has some of the best, and you two sit with one another. sometimes you two are happier, depending on the missions you were on, and sometimes you are not. but it doesn't matter because you two are together.

the subtle reminders of the other. whenever you have to go deep space flying or when you spin your lightsaber a specific way, you think of anakin. when he sees your favorite cluster of stars he thinks of you. no matter how far away you two are from each other.

your friends slightly knowing what is going on but they don't directly acknowledge it. for example, rex will always ask you where anakin is first before anyone else. ahsoka will ask you for advice when he is in one of his moods. obi-wan will subtly let you know where he is in the galaxy if he can sense that you are worried. it's the little things, the little acknowledges that you appreciate more than anything.

nsfw (so, warning!)

he is always kissing. like i don't know what the hell is up with this man, but he is always kissing you. i think that it's just because he loves you so much, or because he likes the act of worshipping you and your body. but he is. forehead kisses, neck kisses, thigh kisses . . . like literally everywhere. especially during sex.

this one is hard to explain. but i think that anakin is really into acknowledging your body. he will lightly pull your hair (unless you two decided to go more rough, then it's more, but he would never push your boundaries), or he'll grip your thigh or your side a little harder than his usual touch. it's just that he wants to worship your body and wants you to know that he's here, and there, and here.

hickies. lots of them. if anything, sometimes you have to tell him to calm down because the more there are, the easier it is for someone to see and then start to ask questions about your relationship. but you still like them. sometimes you even give him some of his own, but being a guy, he sometimes has his shirt off more than others so you try to limit.

sex in a lot of random places. i only say this because a lot of the time you two aren't home during the war and it is easy to get carried away during various make out sessions. some of your favorite places include: naboo in the palace, the drivers seat of his flyer, and on the planning table on the starfighter (which was an accident, and you're still not entirely sure how you two got away with that one with anyone not noticing)

this was kinda mini. still getting back into the swing of things.

[alicepen]

If you don’t mind, could you do a spicy post for Kaidan? I always imagined him as a massive horndog, especially later on in his romance, also leaving stuff like hickeys/love bites.

And if you’re ok with it, could you please have a few of the prompts more oriented for a male reader too? Ty, loving your work, and it’s alright if you don’t want to do this!

hi, love! as for the second half, i do and try to keep it as gender neutral as possible whilst writing but i don’t write specifically male reader things, especially in a sexual context, i did make a note of this in my rules. my apologies for that, but i hope others can read these and see themselves even if they aren’t female bodied. i hope you enjoy!

18+ only! sexual content awaits your very eyes, my kind soul. ps, i will try and stay gender neutral as much as possible but if there is a tiny mention of a female bodied reader, either don’t read if that’d make you feel uncomfortable! or skim/ignore that part. :] — i do try to keep it as gender neutral as possible.

SPICY KAIDAN.

— nsfw headcanons.

this man is horny. he has a high sex drive and by the gods, be prepared.

being with kaidan involves a lot of random grabbing as he lets out a laugh, or the odd comment about how good you look, like y’know… how his view looks very good from behind.

after a long time of solely using his hand, his best friend. he now has you! well done, you’ve not only met the most horny man in skyrim, you’re also in love with him.

to start of simple, he reels you in with seemingly innocent touches and gazes that to the public eye could just be admiration but you see the flirty lust that pools into his crimson eyes. and you love it.

his fingertips will graze against you thighs, pressing and slightly massaging them as you speak. his eyes will watch how your lips move and you can tell he isn’t listening to a word you say.

when he leans in to whisper his soft lips will brush up against the back of your ear on your neck and his voice sounds deep and rougher than usual. the rasp in his tone is more noticeable and his accent becomes thicker. ugh, his voice.

yes, he is definitely a fan love bites. giving and receiving. the marks that litter both your neck and chest are simple reminders of the fun you both have. it’s also a marking of ‘they’re mine’ and ‘i’m theirs’ and it’s so hot.

the moment your lips are on each other he’s hard, doesn’t take him much really. the bites, kisses and licks at each other’s skin makes him ready to fuck before you’re both even naked.

he even likes to see the edges of his teeth in your skin, his hands holding you up, arms wrapped around tightly as he fucks you from behind. his saliva coats that section of your neck as you feel the sting from his teeth before he continues to suck and mark you.

size kink! he’s so tall and beefy and omg!! there’s a VERY small chance he’s either smaller than you at least the same size because he’s just so big.

and he knows this, he loves it. even takes advantage of it. pins you down so easily, corner you and looks down at you with a smirk and loves to see you either try and size up to him or grow shy at him towering over you.

when your back is pressed against him and he’s toying with you, feeling your body react against his much larger one, you grip onto his muscular biceps, you feel them flex as he uses his hands on you. big hands, and he’s skilled with them too.

let’s just say his blade isn’t the only thing his hands has mastered…

loves to fuck you in water: bath, shower, the hot springs. don’t matter. loves the feeling of your wet skin against his as his steely grip is on your hips and ass.

an ass man. he loves your ass. likes to fuck you from behind so he can grab your ass as he drags his cock in and out of you. he also gets a nice view of that too.

as much as he loves your face, the expressions you make are so perfect to him, makes him know he’s doing the right stuff. he just loves your ass. loves to smack it and watch it bounce and jiggle as he slams his cock in and out of you.

definitely the type to put his hair up as a signal he’s about to go down on you. he likes giving and receiving but this man loves a good meal, and once his hair is tied up, game over for you.

he won’t stop until you’re almost ready to cum. he then leans up with a grin, licking his lips before he then kisses and grazes his teeth against you skin up to your mouth, catching you into a warm kiss. his lips are soft and plump and they are the type to melt into yours so perfectly.

you’d forget the annoyance of him edging you as he kisses you, whilst prepping you up to then fuck you. sometimes nice and slow where his thrusts are smooth and he holds you in his arms like he’s afraid it’ll end too soon or you’ll leave. you feel totally loved as he kisses you so gently and sweetly and then looks into your eyes with both hands on your face because he wants to watch you with stars in his eyes.

man! he’s low-key a bit of a romantic. the rougher the exterior the softer the interior. he loves loving you, and he shows this during your most intimate times.

having sex is fun, especially when you both try out new things and especially in places people may find or hear you. but when these moments happen he remembers them forever and he’s glad he’s able to be so vulnerable with you in every way possible.

speaking of public places. he’s so down to do it. in the corner of a busy tavern? your hand down his trousers as you tug on his already hard dick after you sat there kissing his neck whispering how much you want him? yeah. he’ll let you. he’ll even let you get on his lap and grind on him until he’s about to cum.

or when you’re in the wilderness somewhere camping out and travellers may or may not be on the roads or even camping out too. he doesn’t give a damn, he even leaves the candles on that shows a shadow of you sucking him off and climbing onto him to take his dick in. “let’s give them a show, eh, love?” with a cheeky smile.

he’s a fun lover and having sex with him is just as fun. he’ll try anything once and loves the risk of being caught. even if he does get caught at least it’s something to laugh at later on.

he’s also into face fucking, either way. he doesn’t mind it if you do it to him, where you guide his mouth and do your thing. riding out an orgasm with his mouth alone while you’re in charge? his dick is raging and he wants more.

and when he does it to you he loves seeing the tears prick at your eyes as he pushes your head down and back up as he trusts deeper. feeling your mouth completely around him as your cheeks hallow, stained with tears because he’s so big to take in. but as he’s about to cum, if it’s your thing too, he’ll cum on your tongue and face as he jacks himself off.

low groans, heavy breaths and grumbly moans. his pretty mouth parted slightly as he lets out raspy moans. he isn’t too loud, but the best is when he’s on top, his head in your neck and he’s making those sounds as he desperately fucks you because he wants to cum so bad, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he uses his free hand to stimulate you further into an orgasm.

[alicepen]

Glorious_Abyss Masterlist 1/22

Making a pinned post to replace my last one and to have a more accessible list of my fics!!!

Anything with an asterik (*) has explicit smut.

Oneshots

Sunshine (NorBela)

Trigger Happy (SwissBel) *

Down the Dubcon Hole (NorBela, IceSey I'm so sorry, LietBel)*

Multi-Chapter

Color Blind (Nordic Five + IceSey, tw for topics of depression and self harm)

He Who Carves the Stars (I'm currently rewriting this one and writing the second half of it)

[alicepen]

My Favorite Star Wars Fanfictons 🚀

Anakin Skywalker :

🌺 : Asthmatic - Distraction - Misunderstandings 😭 -

🔥 : I Can Distract You - Jealousy ( 1 - 2 ) - The Secret - The Words - Welcome Home - The Surprise Lap Dance - Save A Spaceship, Ride A Starpilot - Say My Name - Taking A Shower With Him - Edgeplay - Kinks Preference - Kissing In The Rain - Cuddles - Drunk - First Kiss - Hot As A Fever - A Dream Come True

Poe Dameron :

Public 🔥

[alicepen]

Germanic countries reaction to when their s/o offers to give them a massage after a long, trying day at work?? Who keeps it strictly wholesome and who’s feeling a little bit salacious?

germania: prefers to read his lover’s body and take cues.  if it seems like they’re trying to coax a steamier encounter out of this one, then he’s happy to oblige but seeing as they’re already spoiling him a bit, he wouldn’t want to push his luck or appear ungrateful.  besides, he is awfully tired...

austria: will behave himself and get annoyed if his lover tries to make it anything more.  he’s way too exhausted and wasn’t this supposed to be a treat for him?  they did offer, after all.  he’ll point this out to them if it turns into A Thing.

prussia: god, and how can they expect him to keep his head out of the gutter when they’re touching him like that?  

their fingers knead and sooth at his achy muscles, finding hard knots of tension and releasing them before he himself can even acknowledge that they exist.  it’s like they know his body better than he does, like he’s no better than clay in their hands.  the thought might have his eyes burning if their touch didn’t have his cock stirring already.

the couch had never been more comfortable; his cheek resting on their thighs as they reach over to dig their knuckles along the tight area where his neck met his shoulders.  their warm scent swims around his head here, and the worn plushness of the couch provides enough friction to keep him from sitting upright and grinding himself hard against his lover.

warmth suffuses his skin, dozy and warm like he’s a pile of embers rekindled in his lover’s hands.  the heat of their skin melts into him too, blending the edges of what he understands the boundaries of himself and them to be, molding them into one.  they’re both clay now.

their weight seems to intensify and though it’s been a long day and though normally a backrub could bring him to the very fringe of unconsciousness, gilbert is suddenly wide awake, full of electric energy that’s itching from inside of him to be spent.

england: he can already tell what his lover is getting up to from the fact that they keep addressing him.

“how does that feel?”//”do you like that?”

it was something they typically did when they fucked.  if arthur didn’t feel so deliriously good, he’d have laughed.  of course, he felt good.  their hands were houdini’s, making the aches and pangs from the stressors of the day magically disappear.  abracadabra!  he was certain without even saying the magic words, they could conjure a tent in the front of his trousers.  they may have already.

he doesn’t dislike where their head is at.  in fact, if he were even a fraction less tired, he’d probably get right up and have his wicked way with them then and there.  the fact of the matter was though, that he was that tired.  exhausted, really and whatever their ulterior motives were, they were making him feel loads better in the process.

his lover was benevolent that night, knowing full well the extent of his fatigue.  they spent the first hour giving him a proper massage.  kneading his stiff, sore muscles until their fingers went numb.  then, when they’d restored him some, they stripped down until they were barer than he was, drizzled some of that heavy, lavender-scented oil all over themselves, and invited arthur to do some rubbing of his own.

belgium: can’t help but get frisky under her lover’s fingertips; it was almost on instinct.  the ambient music her lover has playing in the background made her head buzz with a pleasant numbness, all the while her body was free to come alive, unburdened by her busy mind.  she lay beneath her partner and let them do what they wished to her body -- her body had those same wishes.  her mind slept, meanwhile.

germany: will try and read his lover’s cues.  he feels delightful either way, so what his lover will give him, he’ll take.

switzerland: the entire time his lover is touching him, his body is taut with what they thinks is stress and what he knows to be arousal.  he can feel the mattress dip beneath him, can feel the weight of them above him as they put their whole body into making him feel good.  his mind can’t help but wander.  they could be doing something else with their body to make him feel good too -- perhaps even better.

that being said, he doesn’t want to break up this lovely and thoughtful gift they’ve given him.   this and remnants of his former shyness prevent him from jackknifing up and mounting his partner that very second.  he lasts an entire hour laying perfectly still beneath his partner, no less stiff than when they started (though perhaps in different places) before he decides he’s so hard, it just might kill him.

when he rises to look at his partner in the eyes, the cool scent of eucalyptus is still hanging in the air.  when he falls forward to crash his mouth hard against theirs, he can practically tasted it on them.

netherlands: the slickness of the carrier oil on his skin already brings the image of his cock sliding in and out of his partner, to abel’s head.  wet and tight, clamping like a warm, wet, velvet hug around his hard length.  already, the massage is off to a surprisingly stressful start as he struggles to keep still and behave himself.

just as he has half a mind to reach down and slink his closed fist over his erection, his lover gingerly moves his hand from at his sides.  they roll him over and there abel can feel a mild heat warm his face.  his erection must be painfully obvious now that he’s on his back.  his lover, their face endearingly (and falsely) ignorant, pays the massive bulge in his trousers no mind, instead moving towards his hand, thumbs stroking along the palm and along the tendons that bridge over his wrist like steel cables.  they work at the fragile muscles in his inner wrist and the entire time, abel can think of nothing else but reaching up to touch them back or folding his fingers shut to grab ahold of them.

he lets them continue their work until he’s loose -- all of him is anyway, except for his cock, which is hard like a ramrod and pressing painfully tight against the inside of his trousers.  before he can reach up to yank at his belt, his lover’s hands leave his body to find the front of his pants.  abel watches them, feeling how thickly his throat twitches as he swallows, his eyes dropping down to meet theirs as they peer up at him from below his clothed erection.

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The Worthy — Eren Jaeger (5)

Chapter Five: Third Base Part One

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Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Series Summary: Reader is reaching a point in her relationship where sex is coming up in conversation. but she’s an inexperienced virgin. And who’s better to show her the ropes than her best friend Eren?

Chapter Summary: Eren’s teaching methods may be questionable, but theyre helping Reader in more ways than one

Content: Oral Sex (F Receiving), Unestablished Relationship

Content Warnings: Smut / Nsfw 18 + (Corruption Kink, Oral, Praise, Consent Kink, Cheating)

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Switzerland lemon?? Maybe with “let’s keep quiet” semi public sex? Thank you I love your stuff

lip service - [switzerland x reader] – lemon

Her lover was a man of repute; he conducted his business like he did his home - with dignity and pragmatism schooling every choice as a firm hand always kept his rifle near, should he need it.

She prided herself in being the one he chose to have at his arm and in said home.  While they were by no means the most affectionate couple, many had been surprised Basch had taken a companion at all, and so from this fact alone, she could distill a certain air of respect and command in a room.

That’s partly why she’d been so taken aback the day Alfred had stopped by – a client of Basch’s who was too foolhardy for him to trust with gun exports, and yet, had too much coin burning a hole in his lined pockets, to ignore completely.

Despite her lover’s distrust of this man, he’d brought him into their home – no doubt, so he could keep a close eye on him.

Neither of them had considered that just because Basch could see everything that was unfolding, didn’t necessarily mean he was maintaining control over it.  

This was what she was musing as she sat on the sofa, Alfred’s arm hovering at the couch’s back, just behind her.  While she had no patience for the territorial language of men, she could recognize the vague threat Alfred was making just by where his hand was.  

Basch had been exiled to the armchair off to the side, since Alfred took to sitting with his ankle on his knee, his long limbs resting comfortably in two different time zones.

“Zwingli, you know I like you,” Basch’s hand twitched at this, “and I trust your product – but I’m not paying that much for pills.  Do you know how much we’d have to ratchet those prices up when we resell them? 

That’s crazy – people can barely afford them now.”

She watched Basch.  On the surface, his face was impassive with the cold unreadability of a still lake.  

She could see the tendons jumping out in his hand though, and the mean glimmer in his eyes.

“Then I’m afraid, Jones, that we don’t have a deal. Might I suggest paying Feliciano a visit? He might be more agreeable to your…negotiations.”

There was a parasitic quiet in the room; not only was no one speaking, but quiet things seemed to get even quieter in this tension vacuum.  She couldn’t even hear the clock on the mantle anymore.

Alfred gave Basch a tight smile and sighed, shifting in his seat.  

That was like the sitting down version of preparing to throw his weight around, she thought.

Basch’s eyes snapped to Alfred’s hand at the back of the couch.  

When Alfred’s arm moved to drape lazily over her shoulders, she caught the way the vein at her lover’s temple leaped out.

“Think you could talk some sense into him, sweetheart?”

Her face flushed, and she was hyperaware of Basch’s blistering stare as it cut into her.

Of course she felt nothing for Alfred – in fact, she held him with almost similar wariness as Basch did.  That being said, seldom was she called by a term of endearment.

Really, it was seldom that she felt very ‘dear’ at all.

“Oh, well I-“

She startled as Basch cut her off with her own name.  His voice was pressed and low; normal.  Again, dignified, as he was.

“Yes, dear?”

“Could I have a word with you? In private?”

Immediately, something struck her about this – he rarely addressed her directly during business meetings.  While he liked her to be kept in the loop, she had a rather hands-off role in it all, so he hadn’t really needed to.   

More than that, now he was excusing them from a business meeting so he could talk to her directly.

Her rational mind told her to be wary; he was probably only doing this if something was wrong.  Inside though, curiosity burned on.

“Certainly.”

For a few moments, no one moved.   

Basch sent Alfred a withering look.

“Don’t mind me,” Alfred said with a toothy grin, “I’ll just be here.”

Another power move.  One always had to be bigger than the other, huh? It was just a figure of speech, though she felt her cheeks burn at the thought of what she was actually comparing.   

People could take her word for it – there were no grounds to doubt Basch’s own ‘masculinity’ as it were.  At least not where that was concerned.

The fever inside of her burned a little more intensely at this train of thought, and she realized it wasn’t really curiosity at all.  When Basch sighed and gestured for her to follow him, she rose, all the while frantically trying to dispel the thought of her lover’s body from her mind.   

She was so pre-occupied trying to appear natural, that she hadn’t even realized that Basch had led her across the room, to the bathroom tucked into the corner.  Alfred didn’t seem to think it strange when Basch shut them into the bathroom, retaining his lounged posture on their sofa.

Her mind was jolted from the gutter at the sound of him locking the door behind them.

“You shouldn’t let him just put his hands all over you like that,” Basch said with surprising bite.  “I thought you were smart enough to know that we can’t trust him.”

“Huh?” His anger surprised her.  While he wasn’t the most affectionate of partners, he certainly wasn’t one to lash out either.  If anything, his heart was a defensive fortress – not an offensive one.  She saw through his temper in an instance.   

“I don’t trust him,” she said firmly.  “So now that that’s out of the way, why don’t you tell me what’s really wrong.”

Basch ran a hand through his hair – this also struck her, as the only physical tic she could ever reconcile with him was an itch in his finger for the trigger; he wasn’t one to have nervous or flustered fidgets.  He started pacing the cramped diameter of the bathroom.

“Is it the deal? This wouldn’t be the first time he's asked for a ridiculous price.”

Basch said nothing, just kept pacing, his fingers curling and uncurling from a white-knuckled fist as if he were trying hard not to hit something.

Perhaps that had been why he’d needed to get away from Alfred.

“Even if he does pull his offer, it won’t really affect us.  We have a ton of clients who are after the same thing – and willing to pay more than double what he’s asking to pay,” she tried to reason with him.  “Basch, darling, you have nothing to worry about.”

Suddenly he whirled on her, green eyes flashing like emerald fire.

“I-“ his face was red, and that tendon was still standing out against the alabaster of his skin.

She watched him, wide-eyed.  She wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen him like this; a fish caught in a net, with all the anger to snap the fibers, and none of the means to.

He didn’t have the words to tell her that it wasn’t about the deal at all.   

The image of Alfred’s arm around her was seared into his memory, and with every impish flash of it in his mind, he felt his choking rage throb in his throat.

“I-“ he started again, and again, he couldn’t finish.

She was starting to worry meanwhile.  Her hand came up to gently catch his cheek.  Though she’d intended it to be comforting, she should’ve known by now that her touch could never be anything short of electrifying to him.   

He paused.   

For a split second she thought he was calming down, and he was – as places did when the eye of a storm was passing through.

In the next instance his lips were on hers, rough and clumsy in his anger.  She was stiff against him, too surprised to grasp at him while his hands dug into her, leaving bruising touches at her arms and back as he yanked her to him.

Her chest heaved when she finally remembered to breathe again, desperate to catch up on the air she’d missed out on – the air he’d snatched from her, along with the strength in her knees.

His lips were still moving frantically against hers, demanding.  

When she started kissing him back, she thought his fervor might level out, but instead, she only seemed to feed something in him.   

His hands moved, tensing around the thin fabric of her dress and tugging.  From the way his tongue pushed into her mouth, wanting her with a desperation she’d been afraid had long since died in him, it took her a few moments to realize that he was trying to undress her.

“Basch,” she whined, her hands unwittingly coming to bat his own away.  

The fire from earlier had dropped between her legs. She could already feel the crotch of her panties dampen.  “He’s right out there.”

Basch’s hands fought through the meager defenses of her own, and she grew frustrated.  Why was she even fighting him on this anyway? The thought of him ripping her dress clean off her and taking her right there was something she’d only pictured in her fantasies, and now it might actually come true.

He nipped at her bottom lip, and she wilted against him, yielding completely to the viciousness of his physicality.   

He popped the brass buttons of her dress, sending them skittering to the tile floor.  The cool wash of exposure over her heated skin felt good, and though her cheeks warmed at baring herself to her lover’s critical eyes, she let her head fall back, needing whatever physical reprieve he could provide her with.

“Good,” he all but growled, “make sure you scream my name loud enough for the bastard to hear.”

Her eyes, which had since fluttered shut as he began tugging her dress down over her shoulders and down her body, snapped open.  

Her usually prudent lover, the same one that insisted on having the lights off on the rare occasion they made love, the one that still blushed when they changed and bathed in the same room, had never said anything so provocative before.

She worried at her bottom lip, which was still sore from how he’d bitten her.  She didn’t want to risk throwing a wrench in such perfect works – but she also had to be sure.  She loved this man; even more than she wanted for him.  It was her pride – and her curse.

“You’re not…worried about business?”

Basch pulled away with a sigh and looked at her. For the first time since Alfred had arrived, she could see that sensible look to him again.

“It’s as you said – we don’t need his business.”

Her chest was still heaving, her dress open and fluttering around her.  She felt small in the thin material of her bra.  She must’ve looked a mess now; all disheveled and rough.  If he wanted to return now, she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to without Alfred immediately knowing what they’d been doing.

“But right now, I need you.”

At this, he tunneled his hands beneath her dress, feeling the stretch of her stockings over her curves.   

His knuckle grazed over her crotch, and even through the layers of her stockings and panties, she moaned.

Her cheeks immediately flared with warmth; her voice carried well in the bathroom, and she strongly suspected Alfred could hear them, down to the vicious rustling of fabric.

A part of her couldn’t help but recognize the novelty of the situation; usually, it was her asking him to come back to bed, and though there was technically no bed around…

Her hands fluttered ineffectually about him; still hesitant, but not putting force any real effort to stop him.  At the feel of her hands batting against him, his ministrations faltered and he withdrew his hands from beneath the skirt of her dress.

Basch tore his mouth away from hers.

His face was red too, his brow drawn into its usual serious furrow.  

“Please.”

She had never heard him beg before – how was she expected to know how to deny him?

She threw her arms around his neck, and his mouth crashed against hers again with renewed fervor.  His arms were iron around her, crushing her against him.  His hands went up to the back of her bra and twisted until there was a snap.   

She gasped, surprised as the pressure at her chest suddenly relaxed – now she really couldn’t leave the bathroom.  He hooked a finger between the two cups and wrenched it down. Her bare breasts pressed against the front of his shirt, the material teasing her nipples taut.

She mewled at the contact, practically melting in his arms.  

When her head fell back, Basch didn’t miss the opportunity to swoop in for her throat, brandishing a series of kisses.  She felt a sting where he sucked at the sensitive flesh, and she jolted in his grasp.  This only seemed to egg him on, and he jerked his hips against her, grinding his erection against her lap.

She felt the sting of him at her neck again and she whimpered.

“Just how many- ah! – marks are you leaving on me?”

He sunk his teeth lightly into her neck, before soothing the bite with the flat of his tongue.  It was so unlike lovemaking with him had ever been before.  Her panties were soaked by now, and even without the tightness of her stockings, she was sure they would’ve clung to her.

Basch’s eyes peeked up from below her, disinterested in answering her question.

“I thought you were worried about him hearing us.”

The thought of Alfred out there, listening to her moans, not knowing how her breasts were bared and her lipstick was smeared, her neck littered with love bites only made her want to have even more to hide.

She let Basch slam her up against the bathroom door with a loud thud – there was no way Alfred hadn’t heard that.

His kisses were bruising; she was numb, her lips sensitive after his onslaught of sharp, biting ministrations.  His taste was sharp and clean, and while she adored skating the intensity of his eyes from this proximity, like a sexy, teasing game of tag, of having his full attention for the first time in one felt like forever, there were other things she wanted to use her mouth for.

Her hands braced firmly against Basch’s chest, pushing him away.  

When she met his eyes, she could see a glimmer of hurt.  Did she really not want him as he wanted her?

She pressed a soft kiss to him, intended to reassure, though she slipped out of his grasp before he could hold her to it, sinking down on her knees.

The tile was hard and cold.  The vague discomfort was dispelled as his hands found her hair, smoothing it back and tucking a lock of it behind her ear.   

This was, surprisingly, a major phrase in Basch’s love language – an act of tenderness that was as practical as it was sentimental.  It was one of those affectionate breadcrumbs he dropped for her on days she worried that she was having an affair with a man who was married to his work.

The bulge in his trousers was inches away from her nose and she reached up to undo the zipper.  She withheld the urge to nuzzle into his crotch, instead, settling for peeking up at him through her lashes, biting softly at her bottom lip.

His eyes were transfixed as he watched her pull his cock out.

She shifted closer to him, rising on her knees to have more control.  

With this movement, the tip of him brushed against her cheek and he grunted.  She caught his scent – sharp and musky, curling around her.   

She took him in her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on him as she did so.  The solemnity of his expression melted just the tiniest bit, his brow twitching and pulling into an agonized furrow as he groaned.   

Spurred on by his favorable reaction, she moved faster, bobbing at him, hollowing her cheeks.   

"Oh-"

When she was pulling away, she had her tongue trace the thick vein running along the underside of his length.  She ground the flat of her tongue against his tip, teasing him, before taking him in her mouth again, as much as she could.  One hand wrapped around his base, covering where she couldn’t reach – the other stroked gently at his balls, wanting to overwhelm him as he had her.

A smeared red – her lipstick – ringed his cock.

Basch had one hand braced at the door to steady himself, the other one remaining at her hair.  His grip on her tightened and he tugged lightly.  She hummed her approval at the sensation, the faint sting at her scalp feeding the wetness between her legs.  Her voice vibrated around him, making his arousal flare.

So enraptured by the salty taste to him on her tongue and the image of him burying himself in another part of her, that she didn’t expect when he thrust abruptly into her mouth.  The tip of him brushed the back of her throat.

Her eyes watered and she gagged a little; Basch eased up at once.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, his cheeks burning.

She knew him well enough that this was one of the reasons why he kept his relationship with sex at an arm’s length; though he was skilled at a great many things, he was still clumsy at physical intimacy.  Things like this embarrassed him; he was afraid of being a bad lover, and so rather than risk earning the title, he thought it better to take himself out of the running entirely.

That wouldn’t do for her.   

She relaxed her throat muscles and took him again in his entirety.  

Her hand at his base had gone to where her hand at his balls was, fondling gently.  Basch groaned, his head falling back.

She bobbed at a more rigorous pace, wanting to prove to him that what he wanted had been okay – it had just taken her by surprise.  

She blinked up at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners, trying to convey her acceptance, trying to tell him that his wants could be her wants too.

Slowly but surely, she felt him relax back into the sensation of her sucking him off.  His hand at her hair trailed softly at her cheek, the pad of his thumb stroking gently in gratitude before returning to her hair.

He gripped her again and hesitantly moved his hips.  

She was ready this time and took him well.  When he saw this, he pumped a little faster, fucking her mouth a little rougher.   

All this was more than enough to send him hurtling after his release, but it had been a long time since he’d made love with her. He wanted to see more of what her body had to offer, past the sad remnants of her dress flapping helplessly around her breasts.

The hand at her hair moved again, dropping to her chin.  He squeezed her – just hard enough to get her attention.  She looked up at him, never breaking her pace.

“Lift your dress for me.”

His voice was gruff, meeting his insecurity at issuing such commands with false bravado.

Her hands left him and obediently went to the skirt of her dress.  

She gathered it up to her hips.  

While normally he rather liked the look of her in stockings and panties, here, they only got in the way.

Basch made a frustrated noise at the back of his throat and gently removed himself from her mouth.  Her lips quirked downwards in a petulant frown as he knelt beside her, his cock still out and hard.

His fingers reached for her thighs and pinched the netty material of her hosiery between two certain fingers.  With one sharp motion, he ripped a hole into it.  Hooking his fingers inside, he easily made the hole bigger, running it past her crotch.

She watched him, the sight of him ruining her clothes as she wore them only making her feel like every nerve was exposed to him and wanting.  The sensations of the fabric shifting across her skin, the patches of bareness, all singing with the potential of when the heat of his touch could come and dispel it – it was driving her nuts.  She was overwhelmed by the urge to see him taking her with viciousness and protecting her as his all at once.

Basch stood again, and her lips found his length.  

“Now-“ His voice broke off.  She could tell he was having difficulty controlling himself as her lips slipped over him.  

“Touch yourself.”

Her eyes widened.

He had never watched her do anything like that before – usually, when she did, it was because his work was keeping him from bed. Her eyes stung a little, her heart sticking in her throat.

She could feel her breathing roughen; it felt like her skin was on fire.

She kept her movements over his cock, and without breaking her pace, one shaking hand left her skirt, bunched at her hips, and delved down to her panties.  Basch watched her, his face unchanging and intense.

She traced her middle finger delicately, experimentally, over the crotch of her panties, tracing the seam of her cunt through it.  The soft material was practically silk when imbued with her slick.

She sighed, the small touch bringing on another wave of wetness.  

She clenched emptily.

She hooked her finger around the crotch of her panties and dragged it to the side, baring her dripping sex.  Unable to meet Basch’s eyes, but feeling them on her none the less, she dragged her same finger gently over her clit in small flitted movements.  

Immediately, the pleasure that shot through her was so intense, her legs shook.

Basch could feel her stutter on him.

“Mm.  You look like you’ve had practice.”

Her cheeks warmed at this.  She had gotten good at hiding her pleasures beneath the blankets, even when he was fast asleep beside her.

Switching out her middle finger with her thumb, she reached down with two fingers and tested them at her entrance.  There was very little resistance, and with her thumb working at her clit, there was practically none.

She moaned, the sound shooting up his cock.  Basch wanted nothing more than to slip his hands in her hair again for better leverage, but he couldn’t possibly tear his eyes away from how her fingers slipped into her.  Even from above, he could hear how wet she was with each pump of her hand.

He thrust his hips at a slower pace from before, helping her maintain her rhythm as her own pleasure distracted her.  He fucked her mouth slowly, watching her hand. She was gradually starting to pump faster and faster.  

Basch noticed how gentle she was when she touched herself and he felt a rush of shame.  Had he ever touched her like that?  

If he dared to venture into his own memory, which for all it lacked naked images of his lover, made up for it with accuracy, he was either vicious or almost clinically methodical.

She let out a little whine and her hand quickened. Basch froze, watching.  He could tell something was happening – was she really so near already?

She had only just started touching herself.  Though she’d had him steadily moving towards his own release, he didn’t seem to be coming undone quite like she was.   

Her brow drew into an almost agonized furrow, her lips parted soundlessly.  She seemed to arch into her own touch, her breasts thrust out and trembling with the pleasure that wracked her entire body.  Beneath her, he could make out a few gleaming spots of her wetness on the tile.  She really was dripping.

The heat at her skin prickled, and she clenched around her fingers, realizing she was coming in front of him at her own hands.

Before she could feel properly embarrassed by it, her release yanked her under and her mind turned to dead air.

She moaned again, the sound vibrating pleasantly around his hard length.  She shook as she clenched haphazardly around her fingers, her pumping never ceasing as she worked herself through her orgasm.  Her body thrummed, and under her lover’s careful watch, the release felt more intense.

It was so erotic that even when she felt herself emerge from the other side, she felt her hypersensitive, soaked walls crave the drag of something thicker and girthier than her own fingers.  She ached to have her release unfurl as she lay beneath him, with his lips at her skin, and him inside of her.

“Enough,” he grunted.

Basch pulled himself from her mouth.

For a moment, she thought he was angry as he pulled her to her feet.  Her legs felt like jello and she wavered in his arms.

Her eyes dropped to his arousal, which bobbed, still achingly hard between his legs and smeared with her lipstick.  

She thought maybe he was frustrated at not having found his own release yet.

He dragged her over to the sink and pressed her against it, her hips feeling the bite of the cold porcelain, her hands braced at the sides of the bowl.

Basch brought his hips against her ass, and she could feel the hardness of his erection against the cleft of her buttocks. He must’ve been painfully hard now. Basch ground against her, his hands reaching around to the front of her.  

He opened the loose, ragged lips of her dress more, pulling her breasts out from behind the tattered curtains of fabric.   

She watched, mesmerized, and achy as he squeezed her breasts, fingers splaying before letting them drop.  He loved the motion of her body, the feminine space it took up, and the soft give of her in his hands; he thought maybe he ought to tell her that more often.

“I’m going to put it in now.”

She leaned forward, jutting her ass out to meet him halfway as he looked down to palm his length and guide it into her entrance. At the feel of his engorged tip pressing into her, her head dropped back and she let out a small, breathy moan.   

“Mm.”

You like that?

It’s what he had intended to say, though, despite his throbbing need for her and the fever burning inside of him, his voice was not as certain as his pounding arousal.  What came out instead was:

“Do you like it?”

Which was gut-wrenchingly close to the question he really wanted an answer to; ‘Do you like me?’

The question almost angered her and so as he slipped inside of her, she made sure she took him with a sweet vengeance.  She squeezed around him, demolishing his pride and resolve with relish.  

How could he even ask that? After so many nights of her mourning the empty space in the bed beside her, she thought he had no right.   

She didn’t answer and this seemed to flare his temper, as reactive as a livewire.  One hand dug into her hip, a painful, pinched grip.  The other went to her jaw again and squeezed, forcing her to look at their reflection above the sink.   

His angry, vicious kisses went back to her neck, burning her.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded in a low voice.

She lolled a glassy-eyed look to her reflection, and for a moment a spark of envy leaped up in her at the sight of another woman in Basch’s arms.

Certainly, that couldn’t have been her – Basch had never touched her like that, after all.

Her breasts hung out of the front of her dress, which she was sure was ruined by now, missing buttons.  Her nipples looked puffed and hard.  Her hair was strewn in a fuzzy halo of flyaways and cowlicks from how Basch had tangled his fingers in it.   

He hilted inside of her and the movement ricocheted through her, shifting her entire body – hips, breasts, face.

He started an even pace, the wet sound of her receiving him melting into the rhythm of the slap of their skin.  The woman in the mirror moaned at the pleasure that she reeled with.

A red smear trailed from her lips and onto her face.

Her mascara blotted racoony shadows around her eyes.   

She was a mess.   

She wondered if Basch’s order was meant to humiliate her.

He reached around to where her skirt rode up at her waist.  His fingers found her wet folds and immediately delved into them, smoothing a luxurious, back and forth that had her jolting as he fucked her.

At her reaction, he thrust faster, harder.  His erection felt like it was spearing into her – he’d been hard and waiting for a while.   

The drag of him against her walls had a growing warmth pooling at the pits of their stomachs.  He thrust relentlessly, in heated pursuit of his own orgasm.  His fingers, dexterous and knowledgeable themselves, even if his lovemaking was a little clumsy, found her clit.   

His fingers played her with focused ambition that was foreign to her; it wasn’t only her pleasure he was stoking, but his pride.

He jerked his hand against her, the touch gentle enough to coax pleasure that made her convulse in his arms, but his rhythm flitted and jarring enough to pack a punch.

Her resolve crumbled rather easily too, so it seemed.

The remnants of her earlier climax had left her sensitive to him, and so it was with no surprise that she felt herself approaching her release again.  

He could sense this too, in the way she clenched around him haplessly.   

He thrust into her hard and she felt the pinch of the sink against her.  

She yelped and clenched around him again; this time it was prolonged and her entire body seemed to pull taut.  She stiffened, forming a white-knuckled grip on the sink.

She tore her eyes away from her reflection, unable to look directly at the intensity of how her body reacted.  It was a bit like looking directly at the sun in that regard.  Her eyes fluttered shut and the tension in her arms became too much.  She trembled and felt herself crumble.   

Basch was right behind her.  At the feeling of her tight heat he gave another twitch and had exactly enough time to thrust once more, a half-hearted little buck into her before he spilled his seed.  

Then, he sagged against her, his breathing rough. His forehead fell against her shoulder, his frame leaning heavily on her.  She could feel the sweaty, clammy heat that had collected between them, even though they were still more or less clothed.

His sight fell downward; he could make out the white dribbles of his spend at her legs.

Basch pressed a kiss at where her neck met her shoulder and tasted the salt at her skin.

He straightened up and took stock of the woman in his arms; tired, sweaty, and disheveled.   

He slid out of her, his ego again swelling at the tired, little whine she let out as he did so.  His hands went to her elbows and Basch turned her around in his steadying grip.

She looked at him, her eyes a little bleary from fatigue, and a little sad from something else he’d been only all too content to turn away from in the months they’d been together.

His eyes softened, though it was too fresh for her to trust it completely.  Basch touched her face again, gentle this time, as he brought the pad of his thumb to where her lipstick had smudged past the outline of her lips.  He rubbed it away, carefully, his admiring eyes and the focus of his movement not so different from the way an artist might put the finishing touches on his work.

Her face warmed.  She felt…dirty.  Improper.  

She wasn’t sure if she could handle the cold flip of his personality again, especially like this, when she had to make the walk of shame from the bathroom down the hall, potentially past Alfred, and to their bedroom.

She looked away and her arms came up to cross over her chest in meager protection.

Basch let go of her to tuck himself back into his trousers, and she half expected him to leave the bathroom, with maybe a reassurance that she wouldn’t be bothered if she wanted to clean up a little.

Instead, his arms were around her again, pulling her into him by the small of her back.   

Her pulse sped up; she wasn’t used to this.  He wasn’t usually in the mood for ‘snuggling’ or anything of the like, after sex.   

One arm still at the bend of her back, his other one came up to her face and stroked gently along her jaw.   

He waited until she was willing to risk a glimpse his way again.  When she did, she felt as fragile as glass; even breathing made her feel vulnerable.

“You’re lovely,” he said, his cheeks reddening a bit.

His brow furrowed in that serious way it did, but he never looked away.  

“And I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that often enough.”

She leaned against him, suddenly feeling very, very tired.  Her lower lip trembled slightly and she buried her face into his shoulder.  His other arm wrapped around her too and they stayed like that for a little while.

It was said heaven could be anywhere, though a bathroom seemed like a particularly strange place for it.

When a knock came at the door, they startled in each other’s arms, both looking at the door with wide-eyed stares.  The click of the knob being tried and stopped by the lock frayed her nerves.

Alfred’s voice shattered the quiet sanctity in the bathroom.

“You guys done yet? Or is there another bathroom I can use?”

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