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Moments of Peace/Alex Mahone

Summary: Tension breaks between you and Alex after getting him out of jail.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, smut

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The daytime was too tense here. At the compound, all of you sitting around the long metal table wracking your brains until it hurt - it was too rigid. You felt like you couldn't breathe until the lights went out, like exhaling wasn't an option until you were alone. You stayed up a little later than everyone else to soak this in, to bathe in silence and to just not think.

You sat tonight on the edge of the table, eyes closed, just breathing. The air was chilly, but not uncomfortably so. You wore a black sports bra and a pair of loose pajama pants, your hair down. You fiddled with the drawstrings of your pants and rubbed your socked feet together, thinking about absolutely nothing for as long as you could.

A deep, gentle voice startled you from your silence.

"I know it was you,"

Alex.

"You know what was me?" You still didn't open your eyes.

"They wouldn't have broken me out if it wasn't for you. I couldn't blame them. This was all you,"

Ah, yes. It had been hard. Alex had been caught at the horse race yesterday afternoon and taken into custody. Agent Self had made a lackluster attempt at freeing him, but ultimately failed. Practically you understood why breaking him out was not in the best interest of the group or the mission. Hell, a few months ago you would have said fuck him. But, after the time you'd all spent with him, you had grown very attached to Alexander Mahone. As soon as you saw him in cuffs your heart dropped. You begged and begged the group nonstop to find a way to get him out, and eventually Michael agreed.

Now he was back and standing right in front you - like, right in front of you. If he was any closer to your perch on the edge of the table he'd be touching you.

"It wasn't all me. They agreed, they were given the option to opt out and they didn't."

You opened your eyes. Alex was looking down at you just slightly, his lips holding the slightest smile. He was wearing sweatpants you struggled not to look at and a tight grey t-shirt that showed off his strong arms. He had a bit of scruff on his face, much nicer than the clean cut version of him you first met, and his hair was just messy enough to be attractive rather than unkempt.

"My theory," your breath caught in your throat as Alex reached up, gently tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear. "Is that no one can say no to you."

He let his hand linger on the side of your face and you leaned into it, smiling when he moved his hand to softly hold your jaw.

"Does that include you?"

He chuckled. "I don't know. What I do know is that I think of you every second of the day and somehow you always come to my rescue."

You sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying the tense moment. You leaned up just slightly, Alex in turn leaning down a bit. You laid a hand on his chest, his coming to cover yours. With your other hand you held his wrist, keeping his hand on your jaw.

"I would never have left you there."

"I know." The words barely left his lips before he leaned down, pressing his mouth to yours. Your hand on his chest grabbed his shirt, and the hand laid over yours moved to your hip, gripping you tightly. You released his wrist and moved to hold his face. You didn't know how, the compound wasn't exactly stocked with Bath and Body Works, but Alex smelled like cedar and cologne. His lips were soft but rough against yours. His tongue was in your mouth and his hands were tight around you. You let out a soft moan as he kissed you, your heart beat quickening and your thighs pressing together.

Alex pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. He was a bit out of breath, it pleased you how restrained he seemed, like he was just barely holding on to control. "I think we should go to my room,"

You bit your lip, rubbing his jaw with your thumb. "I mean... the table is a good height."

Alex let out a breathy laugh, dropping his head. "You sure about that?"

You released Alex, lifting your hips from the cold table and pulling your pajama pants down and tossing them from your ankles to the floor. Alex stepped back, eyeing you like a predator watching its prey. You lifted your bra just over your breasts. You shifted to the very edge of the table, bringing your knees up and apart, totally spread out for him.

You could see him calculating his next move, hand palming the delightfully large bulge in his sweats. To your surprise, he reached down, collecting your discarded pants, and then scooped you up off the table. You let out a surprised sound, throwing your arms around his neck as he carried you. You giggled at him as he brought you through the compound and to his little room, kicking closed the door and then tossing you on the bed. You removed your bra completely, dropping it on the floor of the bed where Alex had laid your pants. He took off his shirt and kicked off his pants and underwear and you couldn't help the little 'mm' that left you as his thick cock bobbed in front of you.

This was a long time coming. You two were always watching each other, unnecessarily brushing by each other, trying to get paired up during missions. You'd almost kissed several times in fleeting moments together, you just hadn't been alone long enough to get anything else done.

Now, Alex was crawling over you as you leaned back on your elbows, legs parted and face flushed. He nestled his head in your neck, leaving wet kisses from your collar bone to the spot beneath your ear. You sucked in a quick breath when you felt his fingers graze your lower lips, dipping in slightly to see if you were ready.

He let out a quiet laugh when he felt the wetness in your pussy engulf his fingers. He pressed his two long digits in deepers, swallowing thickly at how tightly you held just his fingers. You felt smooth and hot and sopping inside and he didn't think he could wait any longer. "You ready?"

You nodded eagerly, clenching your pussy to try to draw him back as he removed his hand from your cunt. He reached his two wet fingers up to your mouth, his lips twitching as you sucked them in. He let out a quiet hum as you sucked them clean, and you shivered as his cock twitched against you.

"Good girl," he mumbled, taking back his fingers. He gave himself a few pumps before lining up his cock and rubbing the tip against you. You shifted up your hips, trying to push him in yourself, whining when he pulled back. He intended on teasing you, but when he took in the sight of you he couldn't help himself. Thick thighs parted to give way to a glistening pretty little pussy. Your tummy was soft and your hips were wide, your breasts slightly pink because your chest was as flushed as your cheeks. Your hair was messy and your pupils were dilated. He could be coy another day.

He leaned down over you, taking your lips in another steamy kiss. He slowly pushed himself in, moaning into your mouth as he bottomed out in you. He stretched you so nicely as he pulled out a bit, pushing back even deeper, his tip pushing against the soft little spot that made your toes curl. You let out a few unintentional moans as his thrusts began to speed up, trying to lift your legs even higher. You weren't trying to be too loud, but you'd wanted this for so long that now that you felt like all of your nerve endings were twice as sensitive. Alex kept his pace up as he leaned back, pushing your legs up and settling his hands in the crook of your knees for leverage. He pounded into you now, the new angle damn near bruising your cervix and making your head spin. You gripped his forarms tightly, head lolling back on his pillow. Alex's expression was intensely concentrated but you could tell he was struggling to hang on. The deeper he pushed and the more he pushed your legs the more you felt the heat in your belly build. You didn't want to cum already, but you wouldn't be able to hold it back.

"Fuck, I'm - I'm -"

You didn't make it through the sentence. It started as a tingle from your fingertips to your toes, a spreading of a euphoric, warm sticky feeling from your lower belly up. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried not to cry out too loudly, your body shuddering as your orgasm hit you. Alex could feel your leg muscles twitching and your cunt clenching. He was almost there too. He kept thrusting in and out, your pussy making a vulgar squelching sound now that you'd cum. You watched his eyebrows furrow, his determined expression faltering. He was almost there.

"In me, Alex. Please cum in me," You begged, riding the high of your orgasm as he continued plunging into you.

Alex nodded, unable to speak anymore. He released your legs, leaning on his elbows over you. He buried his face in your neck, trying to muffle the moans he was no longer able to hold back. You felt his thrusts begin to slow, and with one long moan, you felt him twitch inside you. Spurts of his cum filled you deep inside, and you locked your legs around his waist to keep him in. He stayed in you for a few moments, regaining his breath. You massaged his scalp with one hand, your other hand trailing up and down his spine lightly. He eventually pulled back, kissing you gently and pulling out his now soft cock.

He laid beside you, pulling you tightly into his chest. You tucked your head into his neck, breathing in his scent. His arms wrapped around you and your legs tangled together. You felt warm and untouchable and content. Alex's fingers ran up and down your spine, his other hand playing with your hair. Sleep began to overtake you, your body exhausted from the stress of your current 'job' and the energy of sex, your mind tired of worrying and momentarily at rest.

As your eyes began to close, you felt Alex press soft kisses to your forehead. You lifted your head, kissing his jaw before laying it back down on his broad chest.

"I would never have left you," You mumbled.

"I know." Alex kissed your head again. "I know, Y/N."

You weren't sure where this journey would take you, but at least you knew you'd be with Alex. On one hand you felt more secure knowing you had him, on the other hand you finally had something to lose. It was intimidating, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. You would soak in moments like these whenever you had them, when it was just you and Alex, still and at peace.

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I love your writing style, you’re a great writer ❤️ Everything blends well and it’s very cohesive to read! Ilysm for writing T-Bag, he’s my guilty pleasure because he’s so hot but so problematic. You wrote him so well, he sounds just like he would in the show :0 Could you write some more T-Bag maybe or even Agent Alex Mahone? 🥹🫶🏻 If you’re taking requests/suggestions of course !

Omg youre the love of my life tysm😭💚 omg SAME, T-Bag is my mans (if you haven't seen the interview with him and Gretchen where he snarls you are missing out) I love Mahone too! Both of them in Sona are just 🤤🥵 Do you have a specific plot in mind for either?? I'm actually currently writing fics about each of them! The more the merrier🔥

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Daddy/Gunnar Jensen

Summary: Gunnar is daddy. Case closed.

Warnings: SEX

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You always wanted to get to sit in Gunner's lap. Although you’d never been drawn to daddy kinks before, it was hard not to call Gunnar daddy in your head every damn time you saw him. He was a big, strong, rugged, daddy.

You were sat at the bar beside Luna, a bottle of beer in your hand and a lot of pent up energy in your body. You always got like this at the end of a mission when you and your people ended up at the bar. The celebration was nice, but the adrenaline hadn’t left you yet, so you were stuck with an insane amount of energy manifesting itself in other ways – like the wet spot on your underwear.

You made sure to wear that dress, the tight black one Gunnar always looked at you in. You got yourself all done up and rode in on your bike, pretending not to notice Gunnar's wandering eyes as you sauntered in. He’d been looking all night.

“He’s still got his eyes on you,” Luna pointed out, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “He looks like he’s gonna jump you,”

You shook your head, taking a swig of your beer and glancing over. Sure enough there he sat next to Barney and Lee, completely ignoring them and staring you down. He was sprawled in that chair, muscles tensed and a toothpick you envied quite a bit twirling in between his lips. You tore your eyes away from his. “He always does, but he won’t.”

Luna raised her eyebrows. “Really? I would’ve thought you guys fucked all the time,”

“I wish,” you said. “He never makes a move, I don’t know.”

“Well…” Luna shrugged, “you make the move then,”

You had thought about it. Your age difference wasn’t too bad, you clearly had his attention, what was stopping you? He was everything you wanted, and your feelings did go farther than lust. So, as you downed the remainder of your beer, you decided maybe you would make a move tonight. You waited until the bar began to clear out, most of your friends and other patrons having left. The alcohol gave you just the buzz you needed as you scoped out the dark corner of the bar Gunnar was stationed at, still casting glances your way. You hopped off your stool, pulling your dress down a bit and then making your way to him.

“Gunnar,” you watched his eyebrow raise, his arms crossing over his chest. He was definitely flexing.

“Yeah?”

You pictured yourself sitting on his lap, one strong armed hooked around your waist and his other hand sliding up your thigh to your dripping –

You put your beer down on the table, reaching over and snatching his from his hand. He opened his mouth to protest, but when you spun around and perched yourself on his knee his voice caught in his throat. You could barely handle the excitement in your body as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and swung your bare legs over his other leg.

Gunnar clenched his jaw, giving you a very obvious once over. Your heart began to pound as you felt his arm coil around your waist, his other hand coming to rest on the outside of your thigh.

“Yeah?” he growled.

You blinked. “What?”

“You said my name and then sat on my lap. I’m not complaining, but I’m not for sure what’s going on?”

“I was gonna ask why you were staring at me,” you asked. The hand around his shoulders began to play with the hem of his shirt, your other hand coming to rest on his chest. “You stare at me every second I’m around you and yet you won’t actually do anything,”

Gunnar smirked, looking at you through the blond strands of hair falling over his eyes.

Fuck me daddy.

“Maybe I was waiting on you,” Gunnar leaned his head back, trailing his nose along your jawline and inhaling your scent. The hand on your thigh tightened its grip and he moved his lips beside your ear, “maybe I thought I was too much for you.”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” you sucked in a sharp breath as Gunnar's teeth nipped at your ear lobe. “I think you were intimidated by me.”

Gunnar’s chest rumbled under your hand. “Intimidated? Maybe in a fight, but not in bed.”

He was right. In a fight you could kick anyone’s ass, but in bed… let’s just say you preferred to take it rather than dish it. You hoped the more shit you talked the harder he’d give it to you later.

You leaned in close, your hand moving from his chest his jaw and your lips moving to his neck. You started gently, soft kisses in the crook of his neck soon turning into little nips and sucks on his pulse point and the little spot under his ear. You smirked into his neck when you felt him take a tense, deep breath. His thighs, shoulders, and chest tensed and flexed, that hand on your thigh moving ever so slightly so that his fingertips were under your skirt.

“You got a room anywhere nearby?” he spoke through gritted teeth, his voice barely more than a growl.

You licked a stripe up his neck. ���Yup.”

Gunnar stood abruptly, picking you up bridal style and storming out of the bar. He dropped you by your bike. “Lead the way,” he said.

It was the longest ten minute ride of your life, you couldn’t drive fast enough. You took every opportunity you could to glance behind you, somehow almost afraid he would disappear. You parked very crooked, taking off your helmet with shaking hands and then fished around in your wallet for your hotel key. Gunnar followed you into the hotel silently from the elevator to the hallway. As you stood in front of your door you felt him standing so closely behind you his body heat radiated onto you. You barely got the door open before he pushed you inside, slamming the door behind him. You kicked off your heels, locking your door and dropping your wallet on the ground. You turned to Gunnar, watching as he turned your lights on dim, allowing just a little light in the room. He smirked, licking his lips.

“I like that dress, Y/N. But I’m pretty sure you know that.”

You reached behind you, slowly unzipping your dress. You wanted him to hear the zipper, to anticipate the dress falling to the ground. You knew how impatient he was. “I do know that.”

Before your dress fell off you you grabbed your breasts, keeping the fabric on your body. Gunnar growled. “Strip.”

“You too,” you argued, leaning coyly against the wall.

Gunnar disagreed. He stormed forwards, grabbing your wrists in one of his hands and pinning them up over your head. The dress fell to the floor, and Gunnar let out a groan as he took in your body. “Fuck me,” he mumbled.

Gunnar released you, tugging off his shirt and pants, but leaving his boxers on. As disappointed as you were about that, you were more than happy with his body. He was all muscle, being an older man his skin was littered with scars and fine blonde hair, but holy shit he couldn’t possibly have been more sexy.

He looked around the room for a moment, looking for something. When he appeared to have found it he approached you, picking you up and crossing the room. You yelped at the sold surface he set you down on. You were now seated atop the desk by your bed. You questioned what was happening for a moment before Gunnar knelt before you. You had no time to question anything before he dove in between your legs.

Your head fell back on the wall as Gunnar’s tongue delved into your hole. He tongue fucked you for a moment, your clit begging for attention. He licked around your lips, around your clit, in your hole… and then finally he attacked your clit. He had to grab your legs and force them apart when your body began to shake. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk you were sat on with white knuckles, your eyes rolled back in your head. Gunnar sucked and licked and kissed at your clit, moving at a pace that was so fast it made your brain fuzzy. You began to feel the building in your lower belly, your hips grinding on his mouth.

“Baby,” you squealed, the sound turning into a whine when he pulled back. He looked up at you, the look in his eyes almost enough to make you cum.

“No, not baby.” Gunnar growled. One of his hands released your thigh, and you whined as he slid a thick finger into your cunt. He curled it up, rubbing your g spot. “Daddy.”

You moaned at his instruction, your cries getting louder as he continued stroking your cunt and added his tongue to your clit. “Daddy,” you felt a rush of heat as you finally called this blond hunk the name you had dreamed of. “Daddy fuck,”

Gunnar groaned into your cunt, withdrawing his fingers and mouth. You didn’t have time to think before you were scooped up and thrown on your side on the bed. You turned onto your back, panting and watching wide eyed as Gunnar pulled down his underwear and kicked it away. His cock was more than you’d ever imagined. It was thick and long and curved in the most delicious angle. You tried to shuffle towards him, looking up at him and licking your lips, making your intentions clear.

“Nu uh. Next time.”

You smirked. “Next time?”

Gunner pushed you back on your side, facing away from him. He pressed his front against your back and you sucked in a breath when you felt the head of his dick slide up against your cunt. “Yeah, next time. I’m not taking this pussy only once,”

You cried out as he thrust into you, your dripping walls putting up no fight. Gunnar took your leg and hooked it over his, hammering into you. There was no cool down for Gunnar, no slow starts. Much like in a fight he went in guns a blazing, 100 miles an hour. His thrusts were so hard the force of his hips slapping your ass stung. Your head fell back against his shoulder and he used your exposed skin as an invitation to attack your neck. One of his arms propped him up, giving him leverage to keep pummeling into you. His other arm wrapped around you and gave him access to your breasts, which he squeezed intermittently. He growled sinful things in your ear, and you were shocked at the stamina he possessed. You lost count of the times you whined ‘daddy', you lost track of most things, actually. It was an intense, deep fucking you had never experienced before. You started to feel something overwhelming take over you, stronger than the orgasm you almost had before. You let out a strangled cry as your body went into tremors, your arm reached behind him and gripping his ass as he kept up his pace. He chuckled in your ear as you whimpered through your orgasm, moaning as he felt you spasm around his cock.

“Fuck babygirl,” he growled, no, he snarled, in your ear. “Fuck…”

Gunnar’s pace began to slow, but not soften, his hips smacking into you just as firmly. “Where am I cumming?” His voice was strangled in his throat as he spoke.

“Inside,” you gasped, “inside please,”

Gunnar gave a few last stuttered thrusts, his final motion ending in a desperate effort to press into you as far as he possibly could, and you felt the hot cum seeping deep into you. He let out a loud, low moan, gripping you tightly.

You whined as he pulled out of you, and he chuckled. Gunnar left you in bed, sprawled on your back, and went to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth he used to wipe you down, an act that surprised you. What surprised you more, though, was when he climbed into bed with you, pulling you against him, facing him this time.

He was watching you through those beautiful eyes, still smirking, but a different expression this time. You reached up, brushing one of his blonde hairs out of his eyes. “Why you looking at me this time?” you teased.

Gunnar's voice was barely above a rumbled as he spoke, and it send butterflies through your stomach. “I’m fixing to kiss you,”

“Hurry up, big boy. I’m getting sleepy.”

It was then, after a deep chuckle from Gunnar, that you received the most tender, soft kiss you’d ever had. It was slow, careful, and addictive. You must’ve just kissed for several minutes, hairs in each other’s hair, bodies rubbing together. His tongue tasted like beer and some kind of sweetness, and you sighed into his mouth. When he finally pulled away your closeness didn’t dissipate.

“Stay tonight,” you asked before you thought and you cringed, hoping you wouldn’t chase him off with your request.

“I’ll stay all day tomorrow and tomorrow night too,” Gunnar said. His fingers were still tangled in your hair, and he rubbed your scalp gently. “As long as you want me.”

You pressed one last kiss to Gunnar’ lips, lingering just a little. “Then you won’t leave at all.”

“That’s sweet and all, but this ain’t even your bed.”

“Shut up, you can crash at my place when we all get back home.”

Gunnar pulled you closer, and you laid your head on his chest. “I hope you got a sturdy bed.”

Fuck. Me. Daddy.

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Don't Stare/Bilbo Baggins

Summary: Hobbits are sweet, gentle, and most of all very POLITE creatures. Bilbo is a hobbit. Therefore Bilbo should absolutely NOT be staring at you and your, um, assets, every second of every day. Suggestive fluff - anyone want a part two?

Warnings: sexual themes, mentions of violence

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Hobbits are many things. They are homebodies, yet appropriately friendly for politeness' sake. They are gentle, composed, practical. They are timid, but quite frank. Hobbits are quite proud of these attributes, quite proud of their quirks and occasionally odd habits. They are hobbits, and they are proud to be that. One thing that hobbits are absolutely, positively, definitely not are perverts.

Don't. Stare.

The first time Bilbo found himself tempted was the first night the dwarves and the wizard bombarded him in his home. You had arrived with the princes, a young dwarven guard meant to keep an eye on them. Bilbo had heard many stories of what dwarves looked like, but you defied them all. When Gandalf had caught Bilbo looking he had explained that not all dwarrowdams had beards and hairy backs, only the dwarrowdams considered exceptionally beautiful held such features. Many dwarrowdams looked more like Y/N, more like a traditionally beautiful hobbit - and that you most certainly were.

As you sat at his table he was so enraptured by you he was even distracted from the chaos of the dwarves and the fact that you had your elbows on the table. What a sight you were: long hair in intricate braids, leather strips and little beads woven throughout - not courting beads, Gandalf assured Bilbo. Your wore heavy furs around your shoulders, but once you shrugged them off Bilbo could see a rather tight fitting array of leather and armor, hugging your body in ways Bilbo tried desperately not to notice. The thing poor Bilbo struggled the most with that night was the necklace you wore around your neck, more specifically the pendant that kept disappearing in the cleavage visible above your garments. He didn't think you had caught him, at least he certainly hoped not, but at one point he got quite a fright as your eyes met his across the room. You were laughing at something probably crude that Bofur had said, a wide smile stretched across your features. He was sure he looked completely caught off guard when you looked at him, and he didn't even want to know what he looked like when you winked.

Don't. Stare.

The second time was when he decided to join the company on their journey (partially with you in mind) and he had to ride on your pony with you. He fumbled with where to put his hands for a moment, almost falling off a couple times until you finally grabbed his hands and planted them on your waist with a laugh. He swallowed hard, struggling not to look down at where his hands sat on your hips or even up to the exposed curve of your neck. Bilbo supposed he would just have to close his eyes.

Don't. Stare.

As the journey went on, even through near death experiences and the looming threats of what was to come Bilbo's mind kept circling back to you and all the parts of you he could not let himself stare at. The worst was at the river when you joined the group to bathe (a dwarven normality that was utterly shocking to him) and he practically had to try counting the pebbles in the bottom of the river to avoid laying his eyes on your dripping skin. During battles he almost died multiple times because his eyes couldn't leave the bends and arches of your body as you fought. It got so bad that simply watching you drink from your canteen had infected his mind with all sorts of unsavory thoughts every time your lips wrapped around the spout or water dribbled down your chin.

The combination of struggling to keep his eyes away and his thoughts polite ate at him. He felt ashamed of his thoughts, embarrassed. He shouldn't think such vile things about anyone, but especially not a woman that he respected, admired, even loved. Bilbo's infatuation had grown from attraction to love. Every look from you flustered him, every word held his complete attention, every brush of your skin against any part of him set his skin ablaze. The poor little hobbit could scarcely understand all the emotions he was feeling; love, shame, lust, fear... Without Bilbo saying a word Gandalf knew of his feelings. None of the others had quite caught on, dwarven obliviousness to anything other than blatant shows of affection, but Gandalf knew. He insisted Biblo just go and speak to you, just tell you how he felt. It would make you both feel better, he said. Bilbo wasn't sure, though. Hobbits are never quite confident in the emotional department.

Perhaps it was this lack of confidence that lead to the events of the night that would change his life. After yet another episode of Thorin's rage at his nephews, the company, and mostly Bilbo, Bilbo needed to take a long walk to try to sort out his frantic emotions. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest as he ventured off into the night. He did not want to be found or followed, so, although he knew he shouldn't, Bilbo took the little gold ring out of his pocket and slid it upon his finger, vanishing. He lost track of how far he walked, or how long he wandered, completely wrapped up in his mind and his frustrations. If he hadn't heard a loud hiss, he most certainly would have gotten himself lost.

Bilbo jumped out of his skin, whipping around to find the source of the hiss. A snake? A cat? Some creature he had never even seen before?

"Damnit!"

Cats don't curse.

Bilbo hesitantly crept forward, eyes narrowing in the darkness. He saw a small clearing, the moon shining bright in the break of trees. Bilbo could see a large rock in the middle of the clearing, as well as a figure sitting upon it. As he moved closer, Bilbo realized it was you. Curiously he rounded the rock, wincing when he saw you.

You were twisted unnaturally, bent down and angled to see your side. You leaned precariously on the rock, holding the bottom of your undershirt in your teeth as your cloak laid on the rock to give you a bit of comfort. Your eyebrows were furrowed with pain and concentration, one of your hands gripping a cloth and the other pulling your skin as far upwards as you could. There was an ugly gash across your ribs, nothing life threatening, but certainly in need of cleaning. You hissed again as you attempted to dab the angry red stripe.

Bilbo was at once filled with guilt. You must have been hurt when you fought those ugly goblins. He had not noticed you were in pain. You were always the most cool and collected of the company, rivaling even Gandalf. You must have snuck off when Thorin began his tirade about preparedness and loyalty or whatever it was. Bilbo was so angry with him and so focused on trying not to see you he, well, hadn't seen you. He opened his mouth to speak before catching himself, remembering he was hidden. He backed up into the woods, removed the ring, and then paused to muster up the courage to go to you.

"Y/N?"

You jumped so high you almost fell off of the rock. "What the - Bilbo??"

The hobbit flushed a bit. "I um... yes. Are - are you alright?"

You sat up, tugging your shirt back down over your side. "What are you doing all the way out here? Are you all okay?"

"Yes, quite fine. I just didn't want to hear Thorin go on about whatever he was going on about, I suppose. N-now isn't that blood?"

You debated lying, not wanting to admit you had gotten hurt or that you needed help, especially to Bilbo. However, you didn't want to be out here all night, and you weren't opposed to the hobbit being a bit closer to you than usual. You had tried as many ways as you could to get his attention, you always invited him on your pony, you gave him some of your food every meal, you always ran to protect him when any threat arises - what more could a dwarrowdam do without scaring a hobbit off?? You were beginning to think dwarves and hobbits had different methods of flirting...

You cleared your throat. Perhaps letting him help is flirting for hobbits? "It's really nothing, just hard to clean." You hiked up your undershirt again, showing the gash. "I took a hit from a goblin."

Bilbo swallowed, trying to blink away the image of your bare side and focus only on your injury. He took the damp cloth from your hand, gently dabbing your side. It was quiet for a moment, you watching him shakily try to clean your wound, occasionally rinsing the cloth with the water from your canteen. How did one flirt with a hobbit? You watched his hands, large, but gentle and timid. His adorable nose twitch that reminded you of a bunny. The mop of thick curly hair atop his head. Those beautiful eyes... he was absolutely nothing like a dwarf any dwarrowdam would seek out, but he was just so perfect and you couldn't explain it. You could barely feel the sting of your wound, the gentleness in his movements and the cooling of the water soothing your burning skin. Perhaps that was it. Dwarves were direct, obvious - in their own way. Hobbits were gentle and subtle - in every way. Maybe you had to stay less subtle for a dwarf and become more direct for a hobbit?

You licked your lips, calculating your words carefully. Subtle for a dwarf, direct for a hobbit.

"How did you sleep last night?"

Bilbo blinked, pausing his work on your side. "What?"

"Last night. How did you sleep?"

"Um, well, well I suppose. And you?"

"I was up quite a bit. I thought you were too, unless you sleep with your eyes open,"

Bilbo jumped back, sputtering. You smiled. You let your undershirt fall back over your side, your wound forgotten. "You were watching me, Bilbo Baggins. I saw you. You would have seen too, if your eyes had been on my face."

The hobbit froze. His mouth opened and closed for a moment, but no sound came out. He stood, stumbling back slightly. You stood as well, stepping towards him. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "What have you to say for yourself, Mr Baggins?"

"I-I, well, I-I... I owe you so many apologies, Y/N, I don't even know what could have come over me I-"

You raised your hand, effectively quieting the hobbit. You took one more step forward, closer than you had ever been before. You stood about the same height as he did. "Do you know how I know you've been watching me?"

Bilbo shook his head.

You leaned in even closer to the hobbit's face, almost nose to nose. "Because I've been watching you."

Now it was Bilbo's turn. You watched his face, waiting for a word, or even an expression to dictate what would happen next. You and Bilbo stood, eyes locked and air tense. Bilbo swallowed again, shifting in his spot, squaring his shoulders just slightly. "Well... what now?"

"Well..." you smiled slightly, "I've been chasing you for this entire journey. I think it's your turn to chase me, if you want to." With that, you threw him another wink and turned on your heel, gathering your things and heading to leave the clearing. The hobbit stood frozen for a moment, his brain catching up to your words.

You walked slowly, not one flicker of doubt crossing through your brain that the hobbit would follow you. What you did not expect, however, was the firm - yet ever gentle - hand that grasped your elbow, spinning you around. You didn't have time to blink before two hands grasped your hips, your arms grasping the hobbit's forearms to steady yourself. Although the move was very brave, it seemed Bilbo had not thought much farther ahead and had used up his bravery in that moment. You squeezed his arms, grinning at the squeeze on your hips in response. Your precious hobbit had made his move, sure he was a bit frozen now, but my had he surprised you. It was your turn again. You snaked your arms around his neck, leaning in and nuzzling his face with your own. Bilbo was entirely tense, but his eyes were closed and his lips were parted. His heart beat so fast you felt it against your own chest.

"You're a brave little hobbit, aren't you Mr. Baggins?"

You didn't give Bilbo time to answer. You pressed your lips slowly to his, one of your hands coming up to thread your fingers through his hair and the other moving to hold his jaw. Bilbo's grip on your hips tightened as he kissed you back, almost hurting. the roughness and his returning of your kiss bubbled in your belly in the most delicious way, threatening to send warmth farther downwards. You sighed into his mouth, the hand on his jaw lowering to grip the front of his shirt and pull him even closer. You could feel a stirring in your hobbit's trousers as well, and you couldn't help but giggle against his lips. Bilbo was about to explode. He knew you knew it all and he knew you were encouraging it, urging it on. You wanted him to kiss you, touch you, watch you. His body trembled in your arms but he still held you so tightly, almost desperately. When you finally separated, lips pink and swollen, for a moment you just sat with your foreheads together. You played with his hair, running it through your fingers and tugging gently on the ends of his curls.

"I have to get you a bead, Mr. Baggins," you smiled softly, leaning in to press another kiss to his nose.

Bilbo smiled, eyes sparkling. "I... I'll get you a bead too,"

You nuzzled his nose again. "You can stare all you want now."

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Teddy Bear/Theodore Bagwell

⚠️DISCLAIMER - IN MY HEAD AND IN MY FIXS HE IS NOT A RAPIST OR PEDO AND THIS IS BECAUSE I WOULD DO HORRIBLY SLUTTY THINGS TO HIM IF GIVEN THE CHANCE AND I NEED TO GET MY HORNINESS OUT SOMEHOW AND THERE IS NO CONTENT FOR THIS MAN. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I AM THIRSTY. THIS MAN MAKES ME FERAL.⚠️

Summary: You started sleeping in T-Bag's room because you needed him for comfort. You continued because you needed him for... something else.

Warnings: SMUT. Mentions of violence, PTSD.

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The first time you slept in T-Bag's room was because you needed him. You were hard to read, you learned to be in prison. You maintained a level of secrecy designed to ensure your weaknesses could not be found. You watched more than you did, listened more than you spoke, and generally tried to make sure that you had a good read on those around you even if they knew nothing of you. It was how you operated.

When Gretchen took you... it was brutality like you had never seen. You tried to avoid looking at the ugly scars on your back, you slept with a gun beside you and a knife under your pillow. You hated the feeling of anything touching your wrists after being shackled for so long. Death would have been a dream locked up under her watch.

When you and LJ were handed over you isolated for days, only opening the door to your room in the compound when Michael or Sarah left food outside for you. When you and T-Bag broke into a charity event to steal the SCYLA card you thought for sure Gretchen had found you once again and you grabbed him and yanked him into a storage closet with you. In the cramped dark closet with a confused T-Bag you began to panic, gripping his arms until you're knuckles turned white. It took him a moment to understand what was happening. Slowly he wrapped his arms around you, running his hand through your hair and pressing your face into his neck. He hushed you, mumbling in your ear that it wasn't Gretchen, she was dead.

"Teddy's got you, sweetheart. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again, I'm here now."

It was that night that you knocked on T-Bag's door for the first time. You had laid in your bed tossing and turning for hours. If it was only an inability to sleep you would have just laid in bed, but it was also a suffocating feeling of paranoia. You felt like she was there with you.

You werent sure why it was him you needed, you suspected it was because he was the only one who had seen you panic like that. You had never been held by Sarah or Sucre or Alex or anyone else. You had never spoke more than what was necessary to any of them. You hadnt to T-Bag either, but you enjoyed his company. He made you crack a smile with his stupid one liners and witty comebacks.

You were half expecting T-Bag to be asleep. You jumped a bit when he opened the door, hair tousled and eyes half closed. He was wearing a tank top and boxers and took a moment to realize it was you standing outside his door.

"What a surprise. What can I do for you, Señorita?"

You weren't quite sure what to say. "I don't want to be alone," You admitted, chewing on your lip.

To your surprise, T-Bag didn't wink or make a suggestive comment, he simply stepped aside, motioning for you to enter.

You walked into his room, perching on the side of his bed. It was cold in his room, your legs and arms becoming littered with gooseflesh under your shorts and t shirt.

T-Bag laid down beside you, holding open the blanket for you to lay down with him. "You want to talk? Or just cuddle with Teddy?"

The childish language and third person referencing should have irritated you, but honestly, it was comforting. He seemed genuine, in his own T-Bag kind of way. So, you laid down beside him, facing away. You pulled one arm around you and laid your head over his other arm, just above his prosthetic. "Well now, making yourself comfortable, huh?"

You smiled, glad he couldn't see it. "What, is your arm gonna go numb?"

T-Bag chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hoped he didn't notice you shudder.

"I s'pose not."

You slept a bit that night, feeling warm and protected. You disappeared before he woke up.

...

The second time you slept in his bed was a few nights later. You went to him earlier that night, this time he greeted you with a smile and guided you in with his arm around you.

You did the same thing the next night, and the next, and a few more times. The difference was how late you stayed into the morning.

He never tried anything with you, never even initiated. He did wake up with a stiff cock in his shorts a few times, but most men did. He usually just rolled over. It was odd, seeing T-Bag be so careful with you. He'd always made comments before, and still did during the day - but not at night, not when you came to him in need.

...

This night was different. You needed Teddy to sleep, now. He referred to himself as Teddy Bear teasingly, but he was right. You needed his comfort, his warmth. And now, you needed something else.

You were completely naked under a large t shirt tonight. Your heart beat fast as you walked down the hallway. Your hair was down, your skin smooth from being freshly shaved and lotioned.

You knocked on the door, as always, and were greeted by a smiling Teddy, as always.

"I was beginning to worry you weren't coming, Sugar. I was getting a little tired."

You said nothing as you climbed in bed with him and waited to feel his warmth behind you. He settled in, onw arm under your head, one tucked around your waist, his face buried in your neck. He breathed in deeply, "You smell sweet," he mumbled. "It's nice."

"Thanks," You let your hand drop down to Teddy's, running your fingers over his wrist, "mind if I turn off the light?"

"'Course not."

You planned this, of course. Leaned up you made sure to stretch extra far, your shirt riding up under Teddy's hand and leaving it laying on your bare hip. You felt Teddy's fingers stiffen, realizing your shorts weren't under your shirt like they always were, nor were your underwear.

His voice lowered in your ear, hand locked onto your hip. "I think you forgot something, Miss Y/N."

"Did I forget anything else?"

Teddy didn't move at first, almost waiting for you to take it back. Slowly, his fingertips moved up your side, under your shirt, and up to your bare breasts. He sucked in a slow, deep breath as his hand finally came to softly squeeze your breast. He fondled your breast a few more times before moving to your nipple. He growled into your neck when you shifted to an angle that allowed him to touch your other breast.

"Y/N," his tone was strained, like it was physically difficult for him to get the words out, "If you're backing out you gotta do it now, darlin'."

You slowly moved his hand from under your shirt and sat up beside him. You watched him close his eyes, taking several controlled breaths. He laid on his back, rubbing his face with his hands. If you were a cruel woman, you'd let him suffer. Instead, you smiled softly to yourself and lifted your shirt over your head, dropping over Teddy's face.

In the time it took him to fumble with the shirt you pulled out the stiff cock peeking from the hole in his boxers and got on all fours, making a show of your ass and arching your back.

Teddy let out a low groan when he saw you, on all fours beside him, eyes sparkling with a naughty smirk as you licked the red tip of his cock. His eyes were frighteningly dark now, that tongue of his peaking out on his lip and his hand fisted in the blanket.

You took a few inches of him into your mouth, using your hand to stroke what you weren't sure you could fit. Teddy let his head fall back on his pillow, low groans and curses falling from his lips as you sucked. He looked up every once in a while, he needed to take in the view he had of your breasts just grazing the mattress and your ass in the air.

It took a lot of willpower, but after a few moments Teddy put two fingers under your chin and gently pushed your head up and off of his cock. He sat up, pulled off his tank top, lifted his hips, and tossed off his shorts. Then he laid back on the bed, shimmying down into the mattress, and grinned at you. His tongue darted out onto his lip - that tongue thing drove you crazy.

"C'mon over, darlin'. Sit down, give Teddy a taste."

You felt a shiver run down your body at the thought. You felt a bit insecure, but there was no way you'd be turning down that offer. You swung a leg over him and faced the wall, a knee on either side of his head. His eyes glinted up at you as he grabbed your hips and tugged you down onto his mouth.

You let your head fall back as he started on you. He kept his prosthetic arm locked onto your waist and he lowered his other hand behind you, playing with himself as he ate. His tongue was everything you'd dreamed it would be. It went deeply into your cunt a few times, then came back and circled around your clit. He nibbled and sucked and licked as you rocked a bit on his face, desperate for more of whatever the hell he was doing to you. One of your hands was pressed against the wall, the other scratching lightly at his scalp. He moaned against you, still rubbing himself behind you.

It was a slow building orgasm, the heat in your lower belly growing and your body beginning to tingle. You were trying your best to keep the volume down, the last thing you needed was everyone making fun of you two come morning, but the closer you got to cumming the harder silence became. You felt your thighs beginning to shake around his head, and you tried to raise up and catch a break, afraid you would cry out. Teddy's arm roughly yanked you back down, locking around your hip. He released his cock, bringing his hand up to smack your ass, scolding you for pulling away. Then, he reached up and pushed two fingers into you, still sucking on your clit. Your whole body began to quake as he gently massaged the inside of your cunt. He chuckled as you froze, body completely rigid as you fell over the edge. You covered your own mouth with your hand, letting out a choked cry and continuing to rock on his face. He withdrew his fingers and became more gentle with his licking, easing you through your orgasm until you were trembling over him. On shaking legs you rose up off of him, shuddering as he pressed one more kiss to your clit. You plopped down beside him, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. He sat up, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning in, almost kissing you.

"You taste as good as you look, pretty girl." He leaned in a little closer, brushing his lips against yours. You were too impatient to wait, pressing your lips against his mouth, still wet from you. He reached up and cradled the back of your head in his hand, rubbing circles in the spot behind your ear. You held his face in your hands, heart racing. You kissed for a few moments, soft moans leaving your mouth into his. He began speaking between kisses, unable to keep the smile from his face. "You know how hard it was keeping my hands to myself, Miss Y/N?"

He settled between your legs, the tip of his dick brushing up against your inner thigh. "Sleeping next to you every night? That ass up against me? I swear I could hear that pretty pussy calling my name."

He laid against you, propped up on his elbows, still kissing you as he spoke, "This ain't gonna be the last time, darlin'. I'm gonna need to taste you again, and I'm gonna need to feel you again."

You reached down between you, rubbing him against your wet pussy.

"That's my good girl," he growled, pushing himself into you slowly. "I told you your Teddy Bear was gonna take of you."

You let out a whine. You hadnt noticed the slight curve in Teddy's dick, but you did now. It was rubbing against that delicious spot that his fingers had found earlier, sending shudders and heat through your body every time he hit it. Teddy fucked you in slow, deep, controlled thrusts. He nuzzled his head against your neck, sucking on your skin and mumbling dirty things. Your nails dug into his back and your legs locked around his waist as you tried to muffle your cries.

"Aw now baby don't go holding it in. Let everybody out there hear Teddy make you feel good. Make sure they know you're mine now. All mine, Miss Y/N. That pussy is too good to be anyone else's. You belong with me."

His works were a mixture of sexy and sweet. You felt like he might really mean them. You hoped he meant them.

You let out a pathetic whine as he pulled out of you and he chuckled, shaking loose from your hold and sitting back on his knees. He motioned for you to sit up as well, and then for you to turn around. You sat on your knees, once again facing the wall. Teddy settled behind you, kissing your neck and holding you around the waist with his prosthetic arm. His other hand brought his cock to your pussy from behind, and you arched your back, laying your head on his shoulder. Teddy chuckled, "What a good fucking girl sticking that big ass out for her Teddy Bear."

He pushed in much faster this time now that you had grown accustomed to his size. You cried out as he began thrusting into you much harder and faster, his hand coming up to grip around your throat. He applied enough pressure to give you little pinpricks in your vision, but not enough to hurt you. Teddy would never hurt you.

"You take this big dick so good," he grunted in your ear, his voiced sounding strained now. "Is all this for me? Hm? Who's are you?"

"Yours, yours Teddy," You choked out, inhibited by both his hand and his dick.

"That's my pretty girl. All for me, all Teddy's."

He released your neck and waist and you fell forward on all fours, once again arching your back for him. He hit a new spot now, and you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Fuck, darlin'. Ain't no view of you I don't like." Teddy smacked your ass, still thrusting into you almost too deep to handle. "In fact you look so damn good right now I don't think I'm gonna be able to handle it much longer. Where you want me?"

"Inside," You moaned. You'd get a Plan B tomorrow...

"Dirty, dirty girl," he groaned. "Just look at that pretty pussy grippin' Teddy's big dick. You're gonna take it all, pretty girl. I'm gonna fill you up."

Teddy's filthy mouth was sending your mind spinning, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You arched into him just a little more until he hit the spot you needed, and then it hit you like a train. You couldn't keep this cry in, your body once again trembling. You felt your pussy pulse around his cock and your slick ran down your inner thighs. Teddy gave a strangled groan behind you, not expecting your pussy to grip him the way it did. You felt his dick stiffen and then twitch inside of you, hot cum filling you. He continued thrusting into you, his hand rubbing your ass. His moans and groans sent shivers through you - you loved a man that made a little noise. When he finally slowly pulled out he sat back, spreading your pussy open with his hand.

"Push out for me, darlin'."

You did, blushing when you felt a river of his cum gush out of you and down your thighs. Teddy let out a long moan watching it, and then delivered your ass one more good smack. "Too fuckn' good, pretty girl."

After a moment you fell onto your side, body still tingling and pussy swollen. Teddy got off the bed, leaning down and pressing another slow kiss to your lips before taking your hands and pulling you off the bed. You whined when you stood. You were exhausted now.

"You hush now," he scolded playfully. "C'mon."

You did not follow him to the door, raising an eyebrow when he turned around to look at you.

"Well we gotta shower off now, darlin'. We made a mess of ourselves."

"We're naked, Teddy."

He scoffed, opening the door. "Nobody's awake right now, pretty girl. And if they are, they're fuckin' too."

He walked out, leaving the door open behind him. You hesitated for a moment, but you were all sweaty and sticky... and you didn't want to pass up the opportunity to see Teddy all wet and dripping...

You followed behind him, trying to be quiet and hoping nobody saw you, shiny with sweat, red ass from Teddy's smacks, flushed face and messy hair and wet tracks leading from your pussy down you legs. You sprinted down the hallway and to the bathroom where Teddy had already turned on the shower and stepped in. You locked the door behind you and joined him.

Teddy was really a very sexy man. Strong, but not too muscular. His face was so sharp and dark and his eyes just seemed to radiate power. He had a little bit of chest hair, and now that you were looking, his cock was pretty impressive even soft.

He was already covered in soap, so he handed off the bottle and wash cloth to you. You flushed a bit as you washed yourself, noticing Teddy leaned against the shower wall with his arms crossing and his bottom lip in his teeth as he watched the soap cascade down your body. After you had cleaned off, he held his arms out to you, wrapping you in his tight embrace. His prosthetic arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you tightly against him. You let your head rest against his chest and he leaned his on yours. With his hand he gently massaged the back of your neck.

"I'm going to take care of you, pretty girl. You're all mine. Nobody's ever going to hurt you again."

You pulled back a bit, gently touching his face and pulling him into another deep kiss. You smiled against his lips when you felt his cock twitch against you.

...

When you made it back to Teddy's bed, laying on his chest while he played with your hair, you replayed the whole night in your mind over and over. You would probably replay it forever.

"You know what, Miss Y/N?"

"What, Teddy?"

"I think you spend an awful lot of time walking back and forth between our rooms - and I spend an awful lot of time waiting for you. It'd save us both a lot of energy if you just stayed with me."

"You asking me to move in, Teddy?"

He smiled, gently taking your chin in his hand and pulling you in for a soft kiss. "I am. I can keep you safe and satisfied much easier if you're always by my side. You know I'll take good care of you. You're my pretty girl."

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush once again. "And after this is all over?"

Teddy softly touched the side of your face, "I'm thinking a nice, warm beach. You and me. We can make a good life somewhere close to the ocean. Far away from all of this foolishness."

You pressed one more kiss against his lips, then laid your head back on his chest.

"I like that idea."

Just you and your Teddy Bear.

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The One That Didn't Like You/Dennis Pt. 2

Summary: Smut. Lots of it. A lil fluff too;)

Warnings: SMUT.

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Dennis grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips and giving it a soft kiss, before pulling you gently along to his room. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you followed him, and it was as you walked that you felt the air cool the spot in your underwear that was beginning to get embarrassingly wet.

Dennis closed the door behind you, turning to you and raising a shaky hand to adjust his glasses. He turned a single lamp on, the big one by the door. It illuminated the room in a soft yellow glow. You were both so high on racing thoughts, your heartbeats deafening. It was so much you were both frozen in place. Dennis eventually crossed his room to his bed, sitting on the edge and staring up at you with wide eyes and parted lips. You approached him slowly, grabbing his hands and bringing them to the bottom of your sweater. You pushed them up, urging him to take it off of you. He did, slowly pulling your sweater off and then just staring at the result. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he took you in, his hands falling to your waist band and gently tugging your skirt and thong down your legs and to the floor. Dennis only stared at you as you stood naked before him, taking you all in. You began to get a big antsy, his lack of physical touch making you nervous.

“Do you… do you like this?” you whispered, embarrassed that you’d asked.

“I don’t know what to touch first,” Dennis admitted. “Sit on my lap? Please?”

You felt a gush of something wet between your legs at his request. “I might make a mess…”

Dennis clenched jaw. “I can deal with that,”

You laid your hands on his shoulders, the firmness of his body not helping the pool in your crotch. You brought your knees up to the bed beside his legs, hesitating to lower yourself onto his lap. Dennis grabbed your waist, squeezing gently and pushing you down to straddle him fully. You could feel his cock in his pants, rock hard and trapped under you. You couldn’t help rubbing over him slightly, reveling in his sharp intake of breath.

Dennis nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. He pressed soft kisses to your neck, trailing down to your collar bone and then to the space between your breasts, and then slowly traveling to your right breast. He kissed your nipple before pulling it into his mouth, sucking gently and scraping his teeth on it. His hand moved to your other breast, massaging it. You moaned, squeezing his shoulders. Dennis released your nipple and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. He stood up, holding you tightly and you squeaked, giggling. Dennis turned around gently laying you down on the bed. His eyes roamed your body as he stood above you.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled. He pulled off his shirt and pants and you chewed your bottom lip, scooting back on the bed. He was strong, not quite as built as the Beast, but so perfect. There was a sharp, perfect v line leading down to what was, in your opinion, the most delicious looking cock you’d ever seen. It was thick and curved slightly upwards, perfect for hitting your g spot. He was fucking perfect.

Dennis crawled up on the bed, settling between your legs. Your pussy was pressed against his lower stomach and you ground your hips against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. Dennis removed his glasses, laying them on his bedside table, and then leaned down to kiss you. As he kissed you he let one of his hands slide down in between you, gently touching your pussy. He groaned into your mouth as he felt how wet you were, and from such a delicious noise you were no longer embarrassed.

“Do you still want this?” Dennis mumbled the words against your mouth.

You slid your hands down his torso, one feeling up his sides and the other grasping his cock. It was smooth and warm and very hard. “Please,” you whispered.

Dennis buried his face in your neck, shuffling a bit upwards and letting you guide his dick to your entrance. It was no feat to press himself into you, you were beyond wet, you were soaking. You moaned, he stretched you so nicely and felt somehow ever bigger inside you. When he had pushed himself all the way into you, his hips pressed tightly against yours, he let out a shaky ‘fuck'. You let yourself relax into the bed, your back arching into him as he laid himself over you. He began softly kissing your neck, slowly beginning to rock back and forth inside you. The feel of his curved dick sliding in and out and pressing against your g spot made you clamp down on him with a soft whimper.

“I’m sorry I never talked to you,” Dennis struggled to get the words out, grunting as he did. “I thought you were too good for me. I still do,”

You let out a loud moan from a particularly hard thrust, scratching lightly down his back. “I… I think you’re… s-so perfect,” you fumbled through the sentence, your eyes rolling back in your head at another hard thrust. Your words seemed to fuel Dennis, and all of his thrusts became harder. “Holy shit,” you squealed. The slow, sticky sweet depth and drag of his thrusts had become a violent, pounding pull and push of pleasure, your g spot going from being stroked to being hammered. Dennis’s body was tense and stiff as he hammered into you, his face the pinnacle of focus and drive.

“Dennis stop!” you pushed against his shoulders and he immediately stopped, pulling out completely.

“What did I do? Where did I hurt you?” Dennis looked you over frantically, searching for anywhere he could have hit or scratched.

“No no, I just…” you flushed. “I… I’m gonna make a mess,”

Dennis raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to squirt?”

“Yeah,”

Dennis didn’t give you any time to say anything else, he took his cock and plunged right back into you, reveling at the shout that left your lips. You flattened yourself into the pillows, your hands grabbing fitfully on his blankets. “Holy shit,” you cried. Warmth built in your stomach, tingles spreading throughout your body and tears welling in your eyes. This was gonna be a big mess.

It didn’t take much longer for your squirt to completely soak Dennis’s lower half, and if you were capable of forming words you would have apologized. Your body seized around him, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around him as you cried out in his ear. Dennis wasn’t done yet. He was still thrusting into you just as fast as he’d been before, but now he was in your ear, growling something incoherent.

“S-stay ins-side,” you whispered. Your body was still quaking, Dennis’s cock still rubbing against everything that felt so overwhelming. “I have the pill,”

Dennis grunted, his arms beginning to tighten around your body. His thrusts began to lose rhythm, definitely not strength, and his incoherent growls got more strained. Suddenly Dennis went rigid, tremors going through him and a long, low moan sent shivers down your spine as he came. His shaking turned into very slow, careful movements in you, and you felt something hot fill you up and trickle out.

“Fuck,” he stayed in you, partially because he was too tired to move and partially because he was afraid the moment would end when he did.

You weren’t complaining, you were completely limp in his arms but not willing to let him go yet. You started pressing wet kisses to his neck and shoulders, tasting his salty wet skin. You rubbed his back, his slick skin beginning to get a trail of goosebumps. His arms tightened around you.

“Don’t let me go,” you whispered. You couldn’t leg him go, you couldn’t never hold him and kiss him and fuck him and touch him again. “Please don’t,”

Dennis gripped you tighter, flopping over on his side, still inside you. He threaded a hand through your hair, massaging your scalp. “I want to keep you forever. If you’re sure you want me,”

“Yes.” You buried your face in his chest. “Yes.”

“Stay in here tonight,” still, Dennis’s rumbling voice sent shivers down your spine. Dennis reached around you, pulling his blanket around and over both of you.

“Just make sure Hedwig doesn’t get the light in the morning,”

Dennis scoffed. “I’m not giving up the light for quite a while. They’ll understand.”

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The One That Didn't Like You/Dennis Pt. 1

Summary: Dennis doesn't seem to like you... but you like him;) part 2 is smutty. Er. Smuttier.

Warning: sexual themes

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Why couldn't you have fallen in love with Kyle from Food City? Or Jace from high-school band? Or Louis from Tinder? No, you had to catch feelings for the person least interested in you. Miss Patricia said that was wrong, she seemed to think he tolerated you more than he did. Jade and Barry shared the sentiment, albeit a bit more dramatically, they tried to tell you he was completely definitely in love with you. Kevin even argued that he must have some feelings for you. And Hedwig, well Hedwig kept asking if you could name your kids after him. You hadn't talked to many of the others about it, you weren't as close with them. However, even with people whose opinions you would usually trust without thought assuring you that Dennis did not find you disgusting, you were utterly unconvinced.

Dennis was a refined, intelligent, put together man. He probably preferred a woman more along the lines of those standards. You did not fit that image. Your dismissal of Dennis's alleged feelings were not solely based on your insecurities, however. As comfortable as you were with everyone from Patricia to even the Beast and all the personalities in between, you had never been able to create a connection between yourself and Dennis. It wasn't for lack of trying, you used to always try to talk to Dennis when he was around. He wasn't rude to you by any means, you could just tell that he was uncomfortable. He averted his eyes, answered quickly, and never initiated a conversation. At first you thought maybe you had an unevenly buttoned shirt, or a stain on your jeans, that maybe his OCD was the reason for his discomfort. However, no matter how you dressed or meticulously inspected yourself it was never enough.

You couldn't believe you had fallen for him in the first place. It wasn't as if you were in love when you first met him, though you couldn't lie, seeing his body language and expressions did make you fairly attracted to him. You had primarily only found him attractive for the longest time. Your infatuation didn't start until one night when you had stayed over at their place. You were up very late, sitting in the kitchen and sipping on a glass of water. Dennis had heard when you tripped over your own pajama pants and fell outside his door. You hadn't disclosed your reasoning for requesting to stay at their home, but it was clear something was bothering you. Dennis approached you slowly.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," you mumbled.

"You alright?" he asked. He stayed a good distance away from you, not quite willing to sit beside you or even stand beside you.

You rubbed your eyes, hoping he would think the redness was from your hand and not your tears. "Yeah, fine."

Dennis simply stared at you for a second before he turned around and left without a word. You almost burst into tears then, not sure what you had expected, but hoping for something more. It was a good thing you didn't though, because mere moments later he returned. You couldn't speak you were so shocked when he walked up behind you, placing a much too big for you sweater around your shoulders. The warmth you felt startled you, as you honestly hadn't even realized you were cold. Dennis smoothed the shoulders down over you, pressing out all the wrinkles. It was because of his OCD, but in that moment it just felt like a tender touch.

"It's my old one, you can have it. I know Kevin makes it pretty cold in here." He rumbled, his low voice sending more shivers down your spine.

You barely mumbled a thank you as he left, staring wide eyed at his retreating back.

It was sad that this was what turned the tables for you, but now anytime you saw him you felt a rush of emotions; nervousness, attraction, longing... honestly it was embarrassing. From that moment on you were sure every interaction was different, at least in your head. You thought he looked at you with a slightly difficult look in his eye, but it was probably nothing.

Part of you hoped he wouldn't be home tonight, but part of you hoped he would be. You had requested again to stay with them again tonight, and Jade had cleared it with you. As you wandered down the endless corridors to get to their home, you tried not to think too much about Dennis and just focus on the directions you'd memorized to get to them. Two rights and a left later and you stepped up to their main door, raising a fist to knock.

"Hold on a minute," you heard Jade stumble to the door, checking when you heard a thud and a curse. The door swung open and Jade froze, expression shifting from a welcoming smile to a rather coy one. "Well hello, foxy lady," she teased.

You flushed, pulling down your skirt. "Shut up," You stepped by her, hanging your purse on the coat rack. "thanks again for letting me stay over... again,"

Jade ignored you, striding over and spinning you around to face her. She bit her lip, giving you a once over. "Well if you're tryna catch his attention you're definitely on the right track,"

"I'm not, shut up!" You were lying. You definitely picked out a pleated black and yellow plaid skirt with an oversized black off the shoulder sweater for a reason - and the lack of bra was also for a reason. It wasn't too obvious, though. You weren't that brave.

Jade was, though. She reached out and gave your boob a squeeze, laughing when you squealed and swatted her away. "What's this for then?"

You tried to hide your smile. "I just felt like it."

"Well I'm impressed but I'm not the one you're trying to impress," Jade giggled. "Sit down, I'll start the movie."

You flopped onto the couch, pulling your skirt down over your thighs. It was pretty short...

You had a bad day. A really bad day. Your roommate was a bitch but she charged low rates. On days when she was particularly bad you stayed over with Kevin and the alters. In your heated rush to pack your bag and head out you had made a rash decision. You were mad at your roommate and your landlord and some asshole on the freeway and when you thought of him, Dennis too. So you were going to make it hard for him to ignore you. You knew he had a thing for pleated skirts and obviously braless girls, Barry had made fun of his fashion taste enough in the past. You were gonna piss everyone off today. However, as you walked down the corridors your anger cooled, and you had begun to realize what you were wearing, just as you were now, sitting on the couch.

You couldn't focus on the movie at all. You were too stressed that Dennis would take the light at some point tonight, or that Jade would convince him to. You didn't think she noticed your discomfort. By the end of the movie you had wiggled your skirt so low it was hanging lower on your hips, and Jade was almost asleep. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head.

"It's late girl," she stood, rubbing her eyes. "I'm gonna head to sleep."

You breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully she'd go to sleep and nobody else would get the light, and if she didn't you'd get to bed fast anyway. "Okay, I'll go soon too."

"Gnight, Y/N." Jade mumbled, shuffling to her room.

You stayed there for a moment before finally getting up the energy to stand. You were tired too. You winced at your skirt's waistband cutting into your hips. You glanced around the corner, making sure there was no sign of Jade before you pulled up your skirt. Geez, it barely covered your ass. You hoped you hadn't flashed anyone on your way there...

You decided tonight you would grab yourself a glass of water first and then head to bed, so you grabbed your bag and made your way to the kitchen. You stood on your tippy toes and grabbed yourself a glass. You filled it with water and began to walk to your room, but, because you were ever a klutz, tripped over your own feet. Now thankfully you didn't fall, but you did definitely drop the entire glass on the floor. You cursed. The glass somehow didn't shatter, but did leave a rather large puddle and roll all the way under the table. You decided you would tackle the puddle first. You managed to soak most of it up with half a roll of paper towels pretty quickly, you just needed the glass. You knelt down, spotting it on the other side of the table. Shifting to your hands and knees you almost had to go completely under the table, but you did manage to grab it. Just as you grasped the glass, you heard a voice behind you.

"Fucking hell."

You knew that voice anywhere. You cringed inwardly, scooting out from under the table and trying your best not to look at Dennis, who was undoubtedly disgusted by the mess he knew you just made. "Sorry, I dropped my glass... I cleaned it up, and the glass didn't even break, see? I -"

You broke and looked up at him, but froze when you saw him. His expression was not one you had seen before. His fists were clenched and so was his jaw. His eyes were not on the damp floor or the unbroken glass, but on your skirt. You swallowed. Oh yeah, your skirt. You were just bent over in front of him. He had to be blind to not have seen all the way to your thong.

His chest heaved under his white night t shirt and you could tell his teeth were clenched as he spoke. "What... what are you doing?"

"I..." you swallowed, slowly standing up. "Cleaning up my mess..."

He wasn't satisfied with that answer. He just stared at you, his face and body so tense it looked like he was fighting something. You pulled down your skirt a little, and his eyes darted down to it.

"Why are you wearing that? You never dress like this,"

"You know what I dress like?" you cringed inwardly. That was not the conversation you should be having. You didn't know what conversation you should be having, but if wasn't that.

"Yes, I've been around you and seen what you wear. It isn't that."

You felt a little offended by his attitude towards you. Usually he was passive, but right now he was being so aggressive. "Why does it matter? Maybe I had a date or I just thought I looked good,"

His expression changed. "Why did you have a date?"

"I didn't," you admitted, half wishing you'd have lied. "But I could've,"

"With who?"

You blinked. "Nobody, I just said -"

"You said you could have. You could have had a date with who?"

This was a strange conversation. You could almost, almost see jealousy in Dennis's eyes. So you made a decision. If you were wrong this would be the most embarrassing moment in your life, but if you were right...

You stepped forward, pulling your skirt back up on your hips. You noted his lingering gaze. "Dennis, why does that matter? If I want a date I will go get one. I have nobody pining over me or waiting for me so I have no reason not to. So if I want to pull up my skirt and take off my bra and go find somebody who thinks I'm beautiful and wants to take me home I will. I have nothing stopping me, do I?"

You were at a standstill. You wouldn't speak until he spoke first. You felt triumphant, confident.

Then, Dennis turned to leave.

You watched in shock as he rounded the corner, all of your confidence draining. You were wrong. "Fuck you and fuck me," you mumbled. Tears welled in your eyes. "Asshole."

"What was that?"

You shook your head, grabbing your bag and stomping down the hallway with hi.. "I said fuck you and fuck me, you asshole."

"Why?"

You stopped, spinning to face him. "Because you can't be a normal person. You can't just reject me or tell me you're not interested, you just walk away. You walk away like your better than me and you are I guess but you don't have to be such a fucking dick about it!"

"Reject you?"

"Yes, reject me. What you think I dressed like your fantasy chick and stare at you all the time because I'm interested in somebody else?"

Dennis looked stunned. Completely and utterly stunned. You felt your heart beat slow. You were at another standstill, but this time he was cemented in place.

"You didn't know that?" you asked.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why me?"

You felt your heart melt as his voice broke. You thought it had been obvious. "Because... you're sweet, deep down. You're protective, you care so deeply for Kevin and the others, you're smart and eloquent ... I love your accent, you're so identifiable from the others, you're handsome and brave... because you're you, Dennis."

Dennis had tears welled in his eyes, and he looked like he was assessing you, searching for a reason to doubt you.

You decided to take another risk. You walked to him slowly, giving him enough time to back away if he needed. You stopped right in front of him, so close you could feel the heat coming off of his body. You moved incredibly slowly, giving him even more time to back away, but he still didn't. So you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. It took him a moment but to your surprise, he slowly wrapped his arms around you too. Your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could feel it, but you could feel his too. His body was firm and warm and you never wanted to let go. You felt his breath on your ear as he nuzzled into you.

"Is this a rejection hug?" you mumbled.

"No," Dennis's chest rumbled as he spoke.

You squeezed him lightly, gently starting to stroke his back. It took him a moment, but you felt Dennis's hand shakily, slowly lower. With one hand he played with the hem of your shirt, and with the other he gently rubbed the place your bra would be. You slid a hand under his shirt, letting it rest on his side and giving him permission to do the same.

His hand slid under slowly, just barely grazing your skin with his fingertips before he let himself lay his hand flat on your back. He shuddered as he felt up your bare back, imagining what was on the other side. You could feel his hesitation to touch you any further. Your body was screaming for him to touch you, but you were also scared of this being a one time thing. You loved him, this would be more than sex for you.

"Dennis?"

He retracted his hand, assuming he had crossed a line. "I'm sorry, I -"

"No no," you grabbed his larger hand, holding it as best you could in yours. "If you want to take me into your bedroom and screw me and then pretend it never happened I can't do that. I can't get you for a night and never have you again, I want so much more with you. So tell me now, please."

Dennis stared down at you as if you had three heads. "Nobody's ever looked at me like you do," he mumbled.

You flushed and looked away, focusing on his hand. He pulled it from your hand and instead engulfed yours with his. He gave it a squeeze. "Please don't ever stop," He said.

You couldn't keep the smile that spread across your face off. You brought his hand to your cheek, pressing against him and closing your eyes. He released your hand and held your face for a moment before he moved again, threading his hand through your hair and cupping the base of you head. He watched you closely for any sign you wanted him to stop. You made sure not to give him any. Slowly, he leaned in, stopping again just before your lips touched. You stood up on your toes and pressed your mouth on his, your whole body electrifying. You'd fantasized about this for so long, and it was everything you'd ever dreamed of. He was perfect, the hand on the back of your neck firm hut not painful, his other hand traveling down your side and under your shirt to squeeze your waist. You couldn't decide where to put your hands first. He was finally yours to hold and squeeze and just touch. Your right hand cupped his jaw, loving the feel of him moving in the kiss. Your other hand mimicked his, under his shirt and feeling up his back. You moaned into his mouth and he gripped your hair along with your neck, and you squeaked when he pulled you forwards. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

"I... I want..." you couldn't get the words out, or you couldn't decide on them, you weren't even sure.

He understood. "You sure?"

"Yes."

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Drunk Text/Raphael Pt. 2

Summary: The aftermath of drunk texting a racy pic to Raph is better than anticipated😘

Warnings: SEX

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"Oh my Gooooooooood," You groaned, face down in your pillow.

April was rubbing your back, squinting from her headache. "Y/N, he got a sexy picture from a hot girl. I don't think he's upset."

"I'M upset! A drunk text is bad. A drunk nude?? That's so embarrassing!"

"Tell him I sent it," April suggested.

"I don't think that'd help," You whined. "It doesn't excuse the red, or the fact he got it and none of his brothers."

You kept staring at the picture. You looked amazing, you would have to enlist April in all of your nude photoshoots from now on. It didn't help, though. He could Google porn at any time, why would he be impressed with you?

April sighed. "I'm sorry you're feeling so embarrassed, but I promise you he has probably already jacked off to this like five times."

You let out another long groan.

...

You avoided the turtles for the next few days, leaving April to go on her own. You just couldn't handle looking Raph or any of his brothers he undoubtedly told in the eye at the moment. Raph never replied to your picture. You left your red set on the floor of your bedroom, too embarrassed to look at them.

A few days later after declining to join April on another visit to the lair you were home in bed watching TV on your laptop. You were in your pajamas, if you could call them that. An oversized shirt, a pair of boy short underwear, and your slippers. You were fresh from the shower, hair damp and smelling like whatever new bath products you just opened. You had your earbuds in, engrossed in what had to be your sixth episode of the day.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement by your window and froze. You stared out on your balcony, closing your laptop slowly. You almost jumped out of your skin when a large shadow suddenly appeared in front of your window before realizing it was Raphael.

He opened the sliding door and came in, shutting it tightly and closing the curtains behind him.

"Fuck, Raph." You tugged your earbuds out of your ears. "You scared the shit out of me."

Raph didn't answer. Instead, he approached you slowly, stopping at the foot of your bed and tossing something down.

You peered down at what he'd thrown, your heart sinking. Staring up at you was your own racy photo. You swallowed thickly.

"You gonna explain that?"

You took a shaky breath. "Look, Raph, I... I'm..."

You stared up at him pathetically, searching for words but coming up empty.

"And the you don't come around?" He growled.

You felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do when I woke up I saw the picture and I panicked, I -"

"Who took it?"

"What?"

"Who took the photo? And who was it meant for?"

You looked up at him, confused. "April, and... I mean, it was meant for..."

You froze. Why did he care who it was meant for? You felt a glimmer of hope spark in your chest. Was he jealous?

You made a decision. You couldn't possibly embarrass yourself anymore than you had, why not shoot your shot at this point? You relaxed your body, scooting backwards to lean on the wall. You pulled your legs up, resting your elbows on your knees.

There it was!

Raph's eyes flitted down to your thighs as you had moved, maybe trying to catch a glimpse of what was between them.

He cleared his throat. "Well?"

"I sent it to you, didn't I?" You could heart your heartbeat in your ears. "I sent a text after it to you, didn't I? I wore red, didn't I?"

Raph was silent for a moment before speaking, his voice slightly softer. "Doesn't matter, you were drunk."

"I wasn't drunk when I put those on."

The silence felt thick, like moving or speaking might send ripples through the room.

"You wearing em now?"

Okay, it was now or never. Go big or go home.

You leaned forward, slowly pulling your sleep shirt up and over your head. You were naked from the waist up, now. Goosebumps spread across your exposed chest and your nipples hardened. Raph was completely still, except for a stirring in his shorts.

"I'm not wearing them. I wasn't expecting you to come by or maybe I would have."

"Not got the thong on under your shorts?"

You grinned. You leaned back, sliding slightly down the bed and lifting your hips. You slowly slid the shorts down. Kicking them off onto the floor. "Nope."

It was silent again. Raph was staring a hole through every inch of you he could see. Maybe it was the adrenaline, the growing shape in his shorts, or just Raphael himself, but you could feel yourself getting wet as he stared you down. You heard him inhale slowly, and you shivered when you heard a deep, guttural churring sound.

You couldn't wait anymore. Raph wasn't going to make the first move. You slowly stood up, walking across your bed. You stopped just infront of him, almost touching. You stayed on the bed so you could be eye to eye with him. He was almost scarily still. Such a massive, strong being in front of you. He could break you so easily, he was so still it felt like a predator waiting to pounce. It was weirdly hot. You reach out, touching the side of his face so lightly you weren't sure if he even felt it.

"I really like you," You mumbled.

"You sure?"

"I am. I wouldn't have sent that if I wasn't. I've been trying to get your attention for a really long time."

Raphael paused before speaking again. "Am I too late?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

Raph looked you up and down, slowly. "You texted me to come get you. Am I too late?"

"No."

There was another moment of stillness. You mightve thought he would've lunged for you and taken you right there (no complaints) but he surprised you. He leaned in, not to kiss you, but to nuzzle into your neck. His massive hands came up to grip your waist tightly, and he inhaled your scent. He slowly pulled away, long enough to look at your flushed face, and then he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his grip on your hips tightened. You imagined kissing him a thousand times, wondering if it would be different from kissing a human, but it wasn't. It was warm and hot and you don't know how long you did it for but it wouldn't ever be enough.

When you finally pulled apart and you opened your eyes your heart skipped a beat. Raph looked downright animalistic. His eyes were narrowed in on you, pupils dilated so far that his bright irises looked like little glowing halos. He took you by surprise again, this time with his speed. Before you knew what happened he had picked you up and pressed you against the wall beside your bed. You tried to wrap your arms around his waist but he stopped you, growling lowly. He readjusted you, moving the bend of your knees to the crook of his elbows. The strength it took do hold you low enough that the tip of his cock was touching your entrance sent shivers down your spine.

"You ready?"

You couldn't speak if you tried, so you just nodded.

Raph started pushing in slowly, dropping you down onto him. You weren't sure when you'd ever reach the base because he was so big it felt like you just kept going. He was thick and long and you could feel it twitch deep inside, somewhere you were certain you'd never felt anything go before. When you finally did reach the base you realized you were holding your breath, and you let out a whine. Raph let out another deep churr, vibrating from his chest to yours. He began moving very slowly, his whole body tense as he struggled to maintain control. You let out a choked cry as he began rutting up into you, his arms keeping you pressed against the wall. You let your head thunk back against the wall, eyes closing for a moment as a warm pressure spread in your lowered belly.

You opened your eyes, gasping as Raph hit into you a bit harder than before, his eyes fixed on yours. He was grunting, barely holding back growls and groans and clearly trying to restrain himself. He clenched his jaw and began thrusting harder, his breath labored as he watched you start to lose it. He was stretching you out so far, thrusting so hard, and hitting so deep you couldn't physically hold off the orgasm that was coming quickly. Your nails dug into his arms and you let out a few strangled cries as you tried to hold on, not ready to cum yet but unable to stop. When it hit it hit so hard and fast you couldn't help the noise that left you. Your legs shook and you're pussy clenched, and the feeling must have sent Raphael over the edge as well. With a deep, rumbling growl he gave one last piercing thrust. You cried out as you felt him explode inside of you, and then felt his cum dripping out of you undoubtedly onto his legs and the floor. He kept you up for a moment, just leaning his head into the crook of your neck and catching his breath.

To your surprise, he didn't actually put you down. He maneuvered you into his arms more comfortably and brought you into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and gently set you on your feet inside of it. He gave you a soft smile and then stepped back to let you clean off.

You went to invite him in before laughing at yourself when you realized he'd never fit. On wobbly legs you showered off, staring in shock at the amount of cum leaking out of you, while Raph used a wash cloth to get himself as clean as he could.

When you stepped out of the shower, toweling off feeling sore and happy, you found Raph sitting on your bed holding a bottle of tequila. You also spotted your red lacy set beside him - he must've found them on the floor. He grinned at you, took a swig, and held the bottle towards you. You narrowed your eyes at him, taking the bottle and plopping down next to him.

"Whats this about?" You ask, taking a swig of liquor and wincing.

"Tryna get more pics."

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Drunk Text/Raphael Pt. 1

Summary: You, the boys, Casey, and April all have a cocktail night together that ends in you sending a VERY brave text. April x Y/N if you squint.

Warnings: Sexual themes, alcohol

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You weren't really sure who found the video, but you and April had decided to have a cocktail night with the boys after falling down a tiktok rabbit hole. You knew they had had beer before, they were all twenty one and Casey often brought down six packs for game nights. You doubted anyone had ever brought hard liquor or even canned cocktails to them before, and April and you had decided they had some they had to try.

"Vodka cran?" April picked up a bottle of vodka from the liquor store shelf.

"Hm... nah, let's do a martini. Vodka cran is too boring for a cocktail night." You shifted the now heavy basket you held on your hip and looked through the bottles. "Okay so vodka for a martini, whiskey for whiskey sour, tequila for a margarita, red wine for sangria, and..."

You squeaked in surprise as April dropped another bottle into your basket and you struggled to maintain your grip.

"And rum for a piña colada!" She grinned.

You laughed, nodding. "That ought to get us all buzzed, and then the boys finally get to try something other than Bud Lite."

"Buzzed? Girl we are getting trashed. It's a good thing we can walk home." April looked through her basket, making one last check through all of her juices and mixers to make sure she had everything. "Let's call Casey to meet us so he can help us carry all this down."

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"I can't believe you got this much shit." Casey shook his head, watching you and April in the kitchen mixing up drinks.

You laughed as you poured out a sweet smelling drink from the shaker into a solo cup. "What is it, Casey? Feeling like a light weight tonight?"

"You're making each of us like five drinks!"

Mikey grinned, flexing his bicep. "Bet we won't even get lit since we're so BIG."

"That's definitely a possibility." You handed off the first drinks to April and Casey.

"I guess it'll be shots next, then."

Raph's gravelly voice made your stomach do a little flip. You hoped your face didn't give anything away as you smiled and handed him his cup. "Shots, huh? You guys are going to have to carry me back home."

April leaned in close so the boys didn't hear, "Raph wouldn't mind."

You smacked her as she giggled, face flushing. You had had a crush on Raphael since you met him. He was the largest of the turtles, all muscle. He had the most gorgeous, piercing eyes - and his voice had you feeling all sorts of ways with his gravelly tone and slight accent. He was funny and hot headed and endearingly gentle. April knew about your crush, and she always called you out on your subtle efforts to get his attention. Red thongs you tried to let just slightly ride up above your jeans, red bras with off the shoulder tops, red lipstick you reapplied until the moment you ended up at the lair, his music playing in your earbuds loud enough to hear without them... you were just too shy to actually say anything. You knew Master Splinter was aware, Leo and Donnie too, Mikey - well, let's be real he probably had no clue. Raph just never seemed to notice any of it, or maybe he didn't care.

You always fantasized about ways you could be brave and get his attention. Pickup lines, propositions... all ideas that never left your mind. However, as you sat beside him on the couch, your fifth drink beginning to warm your chest and loosen your tongue, those ideas began runningrampant.

Rachael crushed his cup in his hand, tossing it to the table. "I don't feel nothin."

Leo rolled his eyes, grabbing the crumpled cup and dropping it in the trash as he walked by. "Well I do, and I think it's a good time for me to stop. Thank you, April and Y/N."

You smiled. "You're welcome, Leo. Anytime."

"Yeah, I think I'm tapping out too. Will you two be okay getting home tonight?" Donnie stood up from the couch, "Casey is probably going to have to stay here. He can sleep in Mikey's room." He kicked Casey's foot. He was slumped over on the arm of the couch, asleep. Mikey was leaning on his shoulder, snoring.

April giggled, snapping a picture. "Yeah, we'll be all good."

"You sure? I can walk you," Raph offered.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "You could probably carry me just to be on the safe side."

Raph raised an eyebrow and Donnie, Leo, and April shared an amused look. Heat flooded your cheeks. You stood up quickly, wobbling a bit. "I'm kidding, I can hold my booze just fine. Didn't you mention shots earlier?"

You hurried to the kitchen before anyone could answer, bringing back a bottle of who knows what and plopping right back down on the couch between Raph and April. You handed April the bottle, heart still beating fast and face still feeling hot. April hesitated, but then shrugged and pulled out the cork, taking several large swallows. You did the same, wincing as the liquor burned your throat. You handed it off the Raph next, who took probably three times as much as either of you, finishing off the bottle.

You stayed for a bit longer, watching TV you were too far gone to pay attention to before eventually deciding it was time to head out. After your embarrassing statement earlier you declined Raph's request to walk you home, and so you and April stumbled back home arm in arm. As you got into your apartment building, stifling giggles so as not to disturb the other tenants. All of your giggled erupted one you got inside, both of you flopping down on your couch.

"I cannot believe you asked Raph to carry you," April wheezed.

"OH God," You covered your face. "It was a Freudian slip! I just want him to pick me up so bad," You whined. "Can you blame me? I mean April he's massive, he could pick me up no problem and just fuck me against the wall!"

April cackled at your boldness. "I bet he could. You should let him."

"Oh please. I wish. I'd let him do whatever he wants to me."

"He would."

"He would not." You rolled your eyes, standing up and beginning to undress. You grabbed your pajama shirt from the back of the couch where you'd thrown it earlier motioning to your body. You had on a lacy red bra and thong set. "I wash this shit constantly because I wear it so often trying to get his attention. I even try to pull the straps up and give myself a wedgy so they're visible. There's no way he doesn't ever see it!"

April scoffed. "Y/N he's a BOY. He doesn't get your little hints. He just stares at your ass like a normal guy,"

"I wish," you groaned. "He could have my ass. I'd make it fit I don't even care."

You started to put on the shirt, but April suddenly lunged at you, grabbing your arms. "Wait! Take it back off." She bit her lip mischievously, "Give me your phone."

Now, sober Y/N would know better. Sober Y/N would have said no - but drunk Y/N, whether it be willful ignorance or a genuine lack of comprehension at the moment, drunk Y/N gave it to her.

April gleefully took your phone, then your hand, and yanked you into your room. She posed you, kneeling on the bed and arching your back. She pushed down one of your bra straps and had you reach back and spread your ass cheeks.

"April this is so uncomfortable I feel like I'm going to lose my balance!" You whined.

"Shh! Look back at me over your shoulder." You heard your phone camera snap, "It doesn't matter you look hot as fuck."

As soon as you heard the shutter you crumpled down face first on the bed. The alcohol all came crashing down on you and you suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. You were so sleepy you didn't even notice that April had flopped in your bed beside you, still staring at your phone and smiling. She shook you awake, shoving your phone in your face. You squinted at the bright screen.

You did look hot. The lighting was dim but the flash made for a sexy low lit vibe. You could just barely see your pussy through the sheer thong with you spread out the way you were, and somehow your drunken stare over your shoulder looked seductive with your half lidded eyes. Your bra was falling off of your shoulder and your back was arched very nicely.

"Damn," You mumbled.

"Uh huh," April leaned on your shoulder, "Send it to him."

"Huh?"

"Raph. Send it to him."

At first you felt chills at the idea of sending a picture like that to Raphael, but then you felt a wave of confidence. You shifted onto your elbows and took your phone. You hit send, and typed out a message.

'Come get me, Red❤️.'

April squealed, hugging you. "You are so getting dick."

You laughed, tossing your phone onto your bedside table and laying back down. You let sleep over take you, your face red but feeling proud. You definitely wouldn't regret that.

...

When you woke up the first thing you noticed was your throbbing headache. The second thing was that you were still in your matching red set. The third was April fully clothed beside you. At first you just stared down at yourself and then at her in confusion - I mean, there's worse people to have drunkenly hooked up with. It wasn't until you reached for your phone that it all came crashing down on you and you remembered what had really happened.

You leapt out of bed, fumbling for your phone and shaking as you opened your text thread with Raph.

There it was, your racy picture (admittedly still very sexy but now wasn't the time) and your scandalous text. Right below it, the notification that drained the color from your face.

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Watching Him/Kylo Ren

Summary: Just a little fluff piece about a peaceful night with Kylo Ren.

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no full on smut. I tried to behave for this one...

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When you couldn’t sleep, you watched him.

What were you supposed to do? He was beautiful, a work of art. Tall, dark, handsome, strong, soulful, perfect. You’d lost him once, then once again, and you’d almost lost him for good; but now you had him, you were safe. No more jedi, empire, war… he was yours forever. So sometimes, when you woke up in a cold sweat, your mind filled with memories of blood and pain and you were scared to try to sleep again, you would just watch him. He finally slept without a weapon under his pillow, he finally slept. He had a peaceful expression, his thick, dark hair tousled against his pillow. His scarred skin was pale and the moonlight always illuminated it in the most beautiful way. Freckles littered his body, sometimes you counted them. His broad chest moving up and down slowly… you loved his chest, it was one of the sexiest parts of him. You never thought you’d see him like this, naked, vulnerable, peaceful, asleep.

You were on your side, it was well into the night, as it tended to be when you woke up after a nightmare. The first thing you did when you jolted awake was reach for Kylo, and when you saw him it instantly calmed you.

Kylo was on his side facing you, his face relaxed and his breathing soft. One hand was under his pillow, the other gripping his blanket to his chest. You wanted more than anything to reach out and touch him, but you worried it would wake him up, so you just watched.

You pictured the moment you first met, learning under Luke. You thought he was the most beautiful man you’d ever met, he was so perfect. You felt the same way you did from the very beginning through it all.

You bit your lip. Maybe you could just touch his hair… that wouldn’t wait him up, right?

You pulled your blanket up over your chest, reaching out and caressing his hair. You played with the ends, running your fingers through it gently. It was soft and smooth and did need to be washed… maybe you could get him in the shower with you later…

You yanked back your hand as you felt him stir, your heart melting at the soft groan that left him. His eyes fluttered open, the sleepiness in them even more adorable then his sleepy sounds.

“I’m sorry, love,” you whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

Kylo struggled to wake up. He reached out, one strong arm hooking around your waist and pulling you in close to him. He leaned in, nuzzling in your neck and pressing soft kisses there. “You okay?”

That voice was going to be the death of you. You let out a long sigh as your bare body pressed against his, his warmth sinking in your skin. “Fine, just nightmares.”

“How can I help?”

You lightly pushed him back against the bed, pressing your forehead against his. “You already did. You’re here,”

You gave him a soft kiss. That was another of your favorite part of Kylo, his lips. This whole man was gonna be the end of you. Even sleepy his kisses were soft and deep and intense, but you could feel his exhaustion taking over. You pulled away and gently pushed on his shoulder, laying him on his back. You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him and smiling. You traced his features with your fingers, giggling as he struggled harder to stay awake.

“Sleep, Kylo.” You urged him.

“I’ll stay awake with you,” he mumbled.

“Sleep, love. You can be with me in the morning,” You let your finger tips trace his brow bone down to his cheeks, the long scar on his cheek, then his lips and jaw. You smiled as they trailed lower, running over the love bites you’d left on his neck, collar bone, and chest. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered.

“You’re beautiful,” Kylo's eyes were barely open as he spoke. “The most beautiful woman on any world,”

“You get romantic when you’re sleepy,” you smiled. “Go to sleep. The sooner you sleep the sooner morning comes, and then I can get you in the shower.”

Kylo smirked. “Do I get you in the shower?”

You laid your body over Kylo's, not ignorant to the certain something stirring between his legs. You peppered kisses along his jawline and down his neck. “You can have me in the shower, love. In the morning.”

Kylo groaned at your words and your lips. One of his hands moved to your breasts, cupping them and squeezing them. That something between his legs beginning to grow even more. But as much as you wanted to take it deep inside, you cherished these moments where Kylo could rest, could be at peace. There would be plenty of time for you to devour him in the morning. You removed his hand from your breast, bringing his palm to your lips and pressing another soft kiss there.

“In the morning my love. I want you to rest,”

“Why?” Kylo sounded like a child, the slight whine in his voice reminding you of so long ago when you were just Palawans. It made you smile.

“Because I want to see you rest, and eventually, when I fall asleep, I want to rest with you. Until then though,” you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes dipped closed, “relax.”

Kylo wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You laid your head on his chest and sighed as he ran his fingers gently up and down your spine. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled.

“You deserve the world,” you whispered.

You were still a long time from sleep, but Kylo's slow breaths and warm body were more than enough to occupy you. You closed your eyes, reveling in the moment you feared you’d never have. Kylo was safe, Kylo was yours, Kylo was happy. Your dream world had become a reality.

You smiled as Kylo's soft snores filled the room.

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