#NWSF WARNING

[samuel-seaburys-askblog]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, era ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable,

unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping. magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening.

And

Eight days a week. on the kitchen counter, on the couch, on the bed, on the bathroom counter, in the bathtub, on the living room table, on the dining table, on the doorstep, against the wall, in the closet, on his lap, on his face, in a locker, on your desk, on the floor, mattress, carpet, on the stairs, anywhere possible. No stopping, don't stop when i pass out. Continue. Continue as i gasp for air, grab the headboard, grip your hair, scratch your back, roll my eyesback, salivate, back is broken, cant walk, cant talk, legs are numb, core is swollen and dehydrated, until im absolutely devoured into a sloppy mess. Don't stop until my organs are rearranged, until my insides know the attack pattern, until i beg for mercy, until i scream your name louder than a microphone, thighs drippy, until l'm in a wheelchair, until my core is ripped apart, until i grip the sheets so hard i drive holes through them, until i need to be rushed to the hospital, until l'm broken into machsolistic slut covered from head to toe in your seed. Until you come on my face so much that my face is so mosturized I won't need skincare anymore, until he's sucked out dry, until I'm shaking so hard lt'd be considered as a siezure. Milk me raw with toys, thrust until the vibrator's battery runs out. Don't stop. No protection, impregante me with your heirs, until I rip. Make me crawl away for mercy. Those thrusts will bring tears to my eyes, but my face will never be as wet compared to down there. I'd willingly give him the most eye rolling, hip thrusting, toe curling, squriming, jaw dropping, sheet clenching, hair pulling, sloppy, creamy, head nodding, trembling, sweaty, lip licking, groaning, eye widening, back arching, addictive, shoving, wet head. I'd do it whether he asked or not. Feel my stomach to see how far you're in me, grip my breasts and suckle on them, watch me touch myself while groaning your name in the bathroom at night. Shove that dick down till my throat memorizes every vein.

||WARNING..|| (Okay this is a bit much...--mod)

[lesaurita]

.Sending nudes to MHA boys.

MHA boys x fem!reader

Including: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugou.

Warnings: suggestive, slight NWSF in Izuku's part, submissive!Denji, Katsuki is a little mean, praising in Sero's part.

!! pre-relationship, aged-up characters !!

[kelppsstuff]

Overlord reader had herself mix up "Fuck off" and "Fight me" and it came out as "Fuck me"

Wonder how Adam would react to that, or lute

Enemies to lovers anyone?

- sweetheart anon

Fuck me

Masterlist

Warnings: blood, NWSF, semi- public sex

Taglist: @fandomsbookclub @adamsfavoritesinner @leathesimp @michelleszn @sashaphantomhive @ladyninggs @sirenetheblogger

Adam x reader | Lute x reader

—

Adam wasn’t expecting it, to be jumped by a woman sinner. It was the rare occasion he broke off from his group of angels, but he did this time.

You took this as an perfect opportunity to strike. They were making this year u reasonably brutal, you had to step in. So when he ventured away you took that moment to strike from the shadows.

Adam heard a twig snap from behind him. He turned his head quickly, but his feet were already knocked down from under him.

You pinned him to the ground and pushed a angelic knife to his neck, drawing blood. “Call this damn thing off and go home.” Your eyes glowing (E/C).

It wasn’t often you’d use power to get what you want, but you were an overlord, use it to your advantage.

Adams teeth clenched, he rolled you off him quickly, knocking the knife away from you. As you stood and grabbed you by the shirt, throwing you into a nearby wall.

You eyes snapped shut in pain and when you reopen them you saw his fist flying towards you. You dodged and grabbed him from his back. Slamming him towards the ground.

He took you down with you, and you two struggled. You ended up in a position with you strangling him with your legs, while he pushed your neck up — trying to snap it — with his own legs.

“Sir?!” Adam heard Lute called from around the corner. You kicked it into high gear and twisted your body around. When Adam leaned back up he was met with a nasty head—but from you.

Black smoke pulled around you and when Lute ran down the alley way to Adam you were gone. no where to be seen.

—

After that extermination, everyone after that for the next seven years Adam would find you.

The two of you would fight your anger out on each other.

Him angry at you for being a nasty sinner. You being angry at the fact he a angelic asshole.

It had became a date the two of you would look forward too. Over the course of the years, you two have found yourself in intimate positions. Such as you being pin down. You straddling him. Etc.

The sexual tension was there and you both knew it. Adam could feel himself losing his cool. He tried his damn hardest to act indifferent around you, but you just brought a fun wild side of him he hadn’t known in a very very long time.

—

“You ready babe?”

You smiled over your shoulder at the angel flying above you. “Ready to get you ass kicked?” Adam glare sharpen at you. You felt the same excitement of that intense stare build inside your stomach once again.

Adam didn’t give you a response. Well not true, he gave you a physical one.

He charged at you throwing you into the brick wall. You could already feel your back bruise as you fell to the grown. Some parts of the wall falling with you. Fuck that hurt.

Using the adrenaline you could feel build up inside you, you appeared behind him, elbowing his side. The grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back.

Kicking his feet out he dropped to the ground, on his stomach, while you got onto his back, keeping his arms pin. “Ya done?” You spoke in a low tone. Your breath brushing his ear through the mask. He once again could feel that tension.

“Fuck me.” He said it in such a serious tone it made you stop. Like your whole mind functioning went complete stop.

Adams eyes widened at what he said. “I-I meant Fuck off!” You rolled him around and straddled his lap. Your mind finally rebooted, but in a complete different mode.

“You would like that? For me to fuck you?” You tilted your head innocently but your grin held an evil-ish glint, while your eyes were almost begging.

Adam throat tightens and he did the only thing he knew best. Made it a challenge. His hands gripped your hip and brought you down more onto him. While lift his hips up, rubbing slightly against you. “I’d be doing the fucking.”

His voice held a rasp that made your stomach twist in the most pleasurable way.

“You think you could handle that old man?”

That had fucking did it with him. He was stick and tired of your damn mouth. Always talking, always giving him an attitude, always looking as if it was made for him to fuck.

He rolled you around and pushed your back to the ground like he just was. He ripped off his mask.

Holy. Shit.

Your eyes widened, a blush forming all over your face, while you started to breath faster.

“Your gorgeous.” You hadn’t mean to say it out loud, but with that smile he gave you, it was 1000% worth it. You imagined what it would be like to sit on that face. But you couldn’t do that now.

If you were going to cum, it was going to be on his dick, and both of you knew that.

“I know I’m hot as shi—“ you pulled him down to your lips. You couldn’t breath but you didn’t care, nor did Adam. He’d rather die then leave your lips. Granted his lung capacity was wayyyyy better than yours.

When you pulled away — gasping for air — Adam aggressively started to attack you neck. Leaving marks all over. Living for the sounds of your little moans and gasps. That was heaven.

You started to pull his robe off while he started to unbutton your shirt. Once both of your top layers were off the two started to work on your own pants. Adam undoing his belt, while you uncoiled your buttons.

Adam picked you up and pushed you to the wall. Wrapping your legs around his hips. He kissed you once more. “Adam please.” He hummed as if he wasn’t listening to you.

He started to rub your clit — giving it the attention it needs — while also biting down on your neck. You return the favor with your own bite. Leaving a stamp of gold going down his neck as you mark.

Adam thought about getting that bite tattooed for a moment. It was sure to scar. He didn’t care about the pain, it was nothing to the aching in his cock, begging to be inside you.

Once you walls were nice as ready for him he started to push past your entrance. Groaning at your walls tightening around him.

He groaned and had to stop when he was fully sheathed inside you. “Fuck baby you gotten relax.” He murmured in your ear making you whine. He looked down at where you were joined. “Fuck.” He cussed, his forehead now resting against yours. You kissed his cheek.

He took that as the sign to start thrusting. Each time he’d leave your cunt leaving only the tip you’d wine, begging him to fill you again, and that’s what he did.

“Never let me go.” You pleaded.

“Like hell I will.” He whispered to you.

He felt your breath hitch as he hit a certain spot inside you. He started to abuse that spot. Making you absolutely cry for him. Literally.

You felt tears start to form at the pleasure he was giving you.

The coil in your stomachs as ready to snap as was his. “Imma cum Adam.”

He loved hearing his name on your lips. “Yeah babe? Me too, me too.” After a few more thrust you tighten around him. While he sunk himself as deep as he could go, paint your walls white.

When he pulled out he helped you shimmy on your pants. Before putting his own on. He made sure to keep you covered with his wings the whole time. Giving you privacy as you threw your shirt back on.

“I’m uh sorry.” Adam mumbled, and at first you thought you heard wrong. Adam saying sorry? Was it cold or something? “I know after care is like a big thing or whatever, but I can’t stay.” He further explained.

You smiled up at him and brought his lips back down to yours.

Adam smiled in the kiss bringing you closer. And everything was faded. Only you. He loved it. “You saying that is more that enough.”

Adam grabbed your face again, not wanting your lips parted for long. “I’ll sneak away and come back later tonight yeah?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

—

—

Lute had always pride herself in her kill count. In her Ability to never fail. So when you had gotten the best of her, she was livid.

She craved another fight. So the next extermination she challenged you and you won.

This had begin to become a habit over the next ten exterminations. It had got to the point even Adam had acknowledged it.

“Ready to get your ass beat babe?” Adam had said to Lite minutes before the portal opened. “I’m not losing this time.” Adam had just rolled his eyes.

“Sure babe. Sure. God why don’t you fuck her already and be done with that dinner?”

Lute had called him ludicrous, but as she saw you panting above her chest heaving, that’s all she could think about.

Annoyed she threw out a ‘fuck you’ at least attempted too. “Fuck me.”

She had said so breathless, like she’s been wanting that for a decade. Maybe she had.

Your brow rose and when she didn’t try to correct herself you started to give her a laugh.

“Awe, how pathetic of you. You want a dinner to fuck this angel pussy?” You whispered, your breath mixing with hers just over her lips. Yes she felt pathetic, and yes she wanted that.

Lute didn’t want this position however. She would prefer to be the dominant one.

She rolled you around, with you now pin she started to very aggressively kiss you. You had no resistance as you kissed back just as hard. She could feel you trying to fight for dominance so she harshly but your lip.

She grounded her hips against yours, nothing of your moaning out against the others lips.

You frantically tried to take off her uniform only for her to press into you harder. “The only person who is in control is me. Understand?”

You whined put a no. Like a brat. “If I say cum, you say yes. If I say your going to take what I give you without a compliant, you say please.”

You couldn’t lie about how attractive this truly was. Lute took off your pants and laughed at how wet you actually were. Her breath fanned over your heat that was begging for attention.

She stuck her tongue out and placed it where you pleaded for it to be. It was long til your coil snap when she started to rub your clit. You legs tightened around her face.

When she came back up her face was soaked in your juices. She kissed you once again — making you taste yourself on her tongue.

She discarded her pants and crossed your legs together. She grinded down making you both cry out a “fuck.”

You both could feel the release building up, desperately trying to get it.

When it finally did it it hit the two of you hard. Both of your legs had been shaking when you rise again.

“Same day next year?” You asked to which response was an immediate no.

When she had got back to heaven even Adam could see her glow. “Finally got laid?”

The same day next year, it happened again until it became a new ritual.

—

Me uploading twice in a day? Hell yeah!

[lushafterglow]

Self destruction is… well -> Series Masterlist

Paring: Mafia Boss Toji x Lawyer Reader

Summary: Toji was always prepared. For everything. He was prepared if cops came knocking at his door. He was prepared if his little kid — megumi — got sick. He was prepared when that annoying Gojo would drop by to annoy him. He was prepared for any insults his best friend — Sukuna would throw. But he wasn’t prepared for you.

You were a successful businesswoman. Graduated top of your class, and even own your own law firm. You were always onto the next case, never one to look back. Though when you meet a kid kid and his scary looking dad you couldn’t help but keep looking over your shoulder, always feeling like someone was watching.

Tropes: Mafia romance, stalker romance, frenimes to lovers, single dad.

Warnings: stalking, gore, blood, descriptive language of violence, NWSF, drugs, etc. 10 year age gap (reader is 20 he’s 30) (lmk if I missed something.)

Taglist: @queendessi24 @idkdudsworld @venjrnjrbhrr19 @kouyoumarryme (just ask to be added.)

A/N: lowkey inspired by haunting Adeline. Like this has the same vibes.

Chapters

Chapter one -> “Ever get the feeling of being watched?”

Every morning is the same, wake up, go to the local coffee shop right by your firm, go to your office, work, go home, repeat. Always the same, thought while your one to keep to yourself you just can’t but help the little kid with spiky hair. Only to find the father to too much longer after.

Chapter Two -> in the terms of Joe Goldberg, “Hello You.”

Toji is a very very dangerous man. Many people know this. So when he finds his kids missing, someone is going to pay the piper. Little did Toji know was that that someone was going to become his newest obsession. His lovely desire.

Playlist Here!

Drabbles

Drabble #1

Here!

[p-r-art]

Do you want to take a shower?

Pairing: Toji x reader Warning: NWSF (Smut) Form: Oneshot

After a long day I come home exhausted.

"I'm at home."

I call through the apartment. And I'm not sure if I'll get an answer or not. Since Toji is often not there and I never really have a clue when he will be back.

"Well babygirl~"

A deep voice whispers in my ear.

I startle slightly as I was about to take off my shoes.

"Toji. You're home."

A smile forms on my lips. I turn fully to face him and wrap my arms around his neck since he is still bent down towards me.

"Shouldn't I?"

His deep laugh vibrates in his chest.

"You should know that I'd rather spend my time with you."

"Haha, probably more in bed with me."

I smile at him with a smug grin.

"You just know me so well, little one."

Narrator POV:

He presses his lips to hers and devours her with his tongue. But she withdraws from him.

"I want to freshen up."

(Y/N) goes into the nearby bathroom. Toji doesn't think twice about it and follows her closely, he can't resist admiring her figure and watching her butt move as she walks. (Y/N) begins to take off her work clothes.

"Baby I love your body."

The tall man leans against the bathroom door frame and watches as his wife continues to undress. She gives him a knowing sideways look. Before she turns on the shower and stands under the warm water.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch or are you going to keep me company?"

(Y/N) holds out a hand to him as the water runs over her naked body. Without giving an answer, Toji takes off his clothes and enters the shower. (Y/N) turns back around. Two arms wrap around her waist from behind and pull her towards the broad body of the man standing behind her.

“Does anyone want more?”

(Y/N) says, leaning further into Toji's touch.

"You want it too. I see how excited your nipples are."

To reinforce his point, his fingers find her nipples, pinching, pulling and squeezing them. A loud moan fills the bathroom. Toji feels your soft body pressed against his as he continues to play with her breasts. His other hand slides over her hips down to her pussy. Toji's index and middle fingers slide into her folds and find (Y/N)'s clit. He makes circles with slow movements.

"Ahh~ Toji."

(Y/N) moans and moves her hips on his fingers for more. Toji intensifies the touches until (Y/N) is a panting mess in his hands.

"I think you're prepared enough for me little one."

He moves away from her. The woman looks at him with a pout.

"Let's have some real fun."

Toji grabs (Y/N)'s hips with his large hands. With quick movements he lifts her onto his hips and pushes her against the shower wall. The water rains down on both of them. Their lips collide. Toji slides his tongue into her mouth and explores it. He reaches down with one hand and positions himself at (Y/N)'s entrance before penetrating her wet folds with one thrust.

"Crap!"

(Y/N) reaches into her husband's dark hair with her delicate hands. Toji's hips slam with a hard rhythm. (Y/N)'s tits jiggle as she does so. Her husband leans his mouth on her right nipple and sucks on it. (Y/N)'s lips are open, unable to close through her moans.

"Toji, I'm close!"

A grin plays on the dark-haired man's lips.

He immediately places his one hand back on her clit and rubs her in rough circles to bring her to her orgasm faster.

"Yes babygirl that's right. Cum all over my dick."

His voice reaches her ears. (Y/N)’s walls continue to clench around his cock.

"You're so tight baby."

(Y/N) can’t help but moan. Because of the circles that Toji's fingers make and his immense thrusts into her, she can't take it anymore. She cums all over his cock with a loud scream.

"Toji!"

But her husband doesn't stop and keeps thrusting to bring himself to orgasm. As her walls close in around her. He can't help but pour himself into her with a deep grunt. He puts his head on her shoulder.

"God I love your pussy and I love you."

Toji looks at (Y/N) who he is still holding with his one arm on his hips.

"I love you too."

She giggles and looks at him with flushed cheeks.

"Ready for Round 2?"

Toji doesn't wait for an answer. He turns off the water and goes straight to the bedroom.

[pixaho]

Hi,how are you today? Did you have a good weekend?I was wondering if you can do the Ice alphabet NWSF (I think that’s how you spell it)thing?

NSFW Alphabet Headcannon | Ice

♥ A/N | Hiii, I'm doing good! My weekend is good! I hope you are doing equally as good. I will happily do this because I am weirdly attracted to both Ice and Sarah (she may be next, I don't know) and I'm really excited to do this one soooo HHEHEHEH! Enjoy. Also, if anyone can recommend me a site where I can watch all of the movies (besides Netflix) and the show... that would be really appreciated. I haven't started the show..

♥ Warnings | Smut obvs <3

M.LIST H&L LIST

☺ A - Aftercare

Even if he seems closed off and cold, he's actually decent with aftercare. I mean, even before he met you and had Mighty Warriors, he took care of his brother. He's really good at taking care of others. And bonus, he'll cuddle with you after.

☺ B - Body Part

Definitely your thighs but it's also your face. Ice likes laying in between your legs whether it's during the spicy tango or not. It's his favorite area to lay. Your face is pretty obvious, he'll just be staring at it all day as if its the most amusing thing ever.

☺ C - Cum

More of a clean guy so even when you're doing it together he'll put a towel beneath you. To speak of cum, he prefers to pull out and (if he isn't wearing a condom, which is rare) cum on your stomach or back depending on the situation. If you're not on birth control, he will wear condoms every time. It isn't that he doesn't think he could be a good father, it's because considering his line of work, he has a target on his back.

☺ D - Dirty Secret

He doesn't really have a dirty secret that you don't know of besides having very, almost real, dirty daydreams about using your body. He won't ever tell you unless you're both drunk, in which you'll probably forget about it anyways.

☺ E - Experience

Surprise surprise, our baby boy is not at all experienced whatsoever. Even when he was a teenager, he wasn't doing normal teen activities (He literally was a Mercenary) so he was bit embarrassed when you asked him about it.

☺ F - Favorite Position

Cowgirl and missionary, he isn't too picky about the potions so usually you can try new stuff, but his favorite positions are definitely Cowgirl and missionary.

☺ G - Goofy

He is pretty serious when you guys are doing it, but if you do crack a joke or two he'll be okay with it but majority of the time you spend together, he's quite serious.

☺ H - Hair

Quite the clean shaven dude, as said before, he's a clean type of guy. He tends to keep himself more clean than everybody else around him. As for you, he doesn't really care because he knows hair is natural and he loves you.

☺ I - Intimacy

He's iffy about romance but he is really romantic. Even when he doesn't realize it, he can be. It's hard for intimacy to be that way for him due to how he grew up.

☺ J - Jack off (Masturbation)

He does it all the time, but he only does it in private. He doesn't like public stuff unless he's with you. He'll also do it if you guys do mutual masturbation (if you don't know what this is, you basically don't touch each other and instead masturbate, watching each other.)

☺ K - Kinks

Believe me, this is not a vanilla man. Ice is a switch, he'll be a top if you want to be dominated and he will be a bottom if you want to dominate. He's also into blind folds for some reason, even if he can't see your face (which he loves) he'll imagine it. And... surprise surprise, he's into face fucking. He enjoys having you sit on his face, or him laying between your thighs and going ham, holding you in place as you squirm.

☺ L - Location

As said before, he doesn't like doing stuff in public so most likely you'll be fucking in your shared bedroom or if you are at the Mighty Warriors, in Ice's "office".

☺ M - Motivation

Anytime you feel like you want his hands over you is his motivation, or when he's done day dreaming. This boy is slightly complicated.

☺ N - No

No to dirty kinks (piss, blood, shit) but he will spit on you if thats what you want, it icks him tho.

☺ O - Oral

Loves giving more than receiving. For Ice, he believes you deserve more pleasure than he does. He will let you give if you want but majority of the time he'll give.

☺ P - Pace

It truly depends on you. :)

☺ Q - Quickies

He prefers to take his time with you but he'll settle for a quicky if you're both too tired.

☺ R - Risk

Ice only cares about his reputation around the others, but with you, it doesn't matter. He'll try to keep things under control so his reputation isn't ruined.

☺ S - Stamina

ALLLLLL NIIIIIIIIIIGHT LOOOOOOOOOOONG! Probably like 2 - 4 hours max..

☺ T - Toys

He doesn't use them. Most likely won't.

☺ U - Unfair

Not that unfair. Not unfair at all. Besides when he overstimulates you... then he's unfair.

☺ V - Volume

He tries to keep quiet but when he can't, let the whistle blow! He's more on the quiet whimpering side of moans (I just love whimpering men omgggg)

☺ W - Wild Card

You best motherfuckin' believe he'll go ALL DAY AND NIGHT when he sees you wearing sweats and an oversized t-shirt because HOOOOOOOOOOOOLY It turns him on. (Personally, I am offended we did not get to see this man or any other man of H&L in sweats.)

☺ X - X-ray

:) 6.5 inches.

☺ Y - Yearning

Literally will drop everything just to come and fuck you, whether its out of frustration or just because he wants to. He always makes time for you, except when he's fighting.

☺ Z - Zzz

He won't fall asleep until you do. It's a given, he wants to make sure you are okay before he is. Scrumptious little ex-mercenary cutie <3

Mutuals | @talusional

[esmecullenswife]

Tease

WARNINGS: This is my FIRST keep in mind how I wrote first. This is my VERY FISRT time attempting to write a NWSF fic. I hope yall enjoy

The small town of Forks, Washington was shrouded in a perpetual gloom, the perfect hiding place for the Cullen family of vampires.

Among them was Esme, an extremely warm individual who was gifted with the ability to love the people around her passionately, as her vampire gift.

I had been living with the Cullens for a few months, and Esme had always made me feel welcome and loved. But today, she had been teasing me relentlessly, flirting and touching me in ways that made my heart race.

I couldn't help but feel a deep attraction to her, and it was driving me crazy.

Finally, as the sun set and the house grew quiet,

Esme led me to her bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with a large four-poster bed taking up most of the space. She closed the door behind us and turned to face me, her eyes shining with desire.

She stepped close to me, her body pressing against mine.

I could feel the heat radiating off of her, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch her.

She let out a soft moan as I ran my fingers through her hair.

She started to unbutton my shirt, her fingers moving slowly and deliberately.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as she exposed my skin to her touch. She leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and warm against mine.

She pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I could feel her weight on me, and it was intoxicating.

She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. I ran my hands over her body, feeling the curves and contours of her form.

She began to move against me, her hips gyrating in a slow, seductive rhythm.

I could feel myself growing harder, and I reached down to touch her. She moaned as I slid my fingers inside of her, and I could feel her getting wet.

She began to ride me, her body moving in time with my own.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

She leaned down and whispered in my ear, 'Come for me, love.'

And with that, I let go, my body shuddering with pleasure as I came inside of her.

She collapsed on top of me, her body sated and spent. We lay there for a few moments, our bodies entwined, before she rolled off of me and curled up at my side.

'I'm so glad you're here with us, love,' she whispered, her voice filled with genuine warmth and affection.

'I've been waiting for you for so long.'

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.

I knew in that moment that I had found my forever home, with Esme and the Cullens, in the small, rain-soaked town of Forks, Washington.

[ask-jjbastars]

So is red magician's is going to you know???👉👌

since his ass has been slapped?

Red magician's: ....*He smiles at anon as he chuckles while he cross his arms in a sneaky matter* ...... 🔥

Star P: ....Ora Ora Ora?? ( Pls don't...) ⭐

Sliver C: He might~ 🗡⚔

E. green: He might... 🧶

Stone ocean: Ew!🌊

[inksquish]

naughty thing to do with the bunny?

Heisenberg: He like to have sex with the petite bunny that he takes care of her at the end.

Venom: He uses his strong muscles to lift the petite bunny then he makes out with her.

fugo: He does a safe sex with the bunny woman so he's very gentleman like.

Bucky: He makes out first then he have sex with the petite bunny.

Sebby: He does alot of thing to Mew like kissing, having sex and stuff.

Monty: He pins the bunny woman so he humps her until he's happy, The gator is very hot.

Glam rock freddy: He kisses mew to do gentle sex..

[frogzxch]

THEM CHEATING ON YOU

character's pairing: Scara/wanderer, pantalone, dottore and childe might make a part two! this part 1 includes what happens after so that ya'll don't need to scroll for parts

warning: involves some slight nwsf, angts, cheating, pregnancy, fights , violent, let's just say they will have complicated relationship, some typo

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Scaramouch/wanderer

You where looking for him you ask the the other's if they know where he is for some time of looking for him you where getting worried you started overthinking if something bad happened to him. It started raining you where running to find a shelter to stay and then you saw two figure from the distance you saw.. a girl rap around scara arms while they both where under scara hat, you though this was just an illusion you watch them for some time now you where silent.

You suddenly feel your heart heavy you touch your chest while looking at them they didn't notice you yet, tears running down your cheeks as you watch them both warm and happy while your there standing crying silently you couldn't move you where soaking wet and cold, you then run away without a word after that when scara was looking for you, you where nowhere to be seen.

Bunos part

Year's had past you returned it was your birthday you and your friend's decided to celebrate your birthday by travelling in another place, you where done unpacking your stuff and your friends where taking pictures of the view you decided to take a walk by yourself after a long trip you suddenly walk by someone who was familiar and there both of you face to face with your ex lover scara, scara eyes widen when he saw you again he look like he didn't sleep well he then greeted you " how have you been?.. I have been looking for you. "

You just staired at him silent clinching you fist you just said " I'm good thank you. " and then you just walk pass him. he felt guilty and regret.

Pantalone/ Regrator

You where about to tell him that you where pregnant, when you where holding a box and you where ready to surprise him with it the moment you about to open the door to his office you suddenly stop when you heard noises inside his office you listen and you heard another woman voice, you though it was just a employee but you heard the conversation.

The woman: " When will you leave her you know that impatient. "

Pantalone then replies " I will tomorrow love " he then kiss the woman you where livid instead of making a scene you throw the box in the trash and walk away you where crying you ran out you where holding your stomach, you pack your stuff but left the luxurious gifts that pantalone gave you.

When he arrive home from work he notice that the place was kinda empty without you he was looking for you but he didn't know where you are he look in the bathroom and saw a pregnancy test he saw it positive he felt devastated. He then left the woman.

Bunos part

1 year later your child was 1 year old and it was a baby girl you where playing with your child in the park smiling laughing you felt free just to be with your baby girl you named her Valarie the girl has the orchid eyes like his father and the hair like yours a white blonde type of hair skin that is like a doll, you two where going to buy a ice cream after playing in the play ground you notice your baby girl was gone and you where starting to panic and worried your heart start to beat fast, and then you saw your child she accidently bumped onto someone.

Then your heart sunked the person was your ex lover the regrator himself your child was looking up at him kinda scared because you weren't there pantalone look down and ask the little girl where's her mother the girl was crying and then pantalone carried her and tried to find the "mother" you then go to them and pantalone was shocked to see you again you then said " That's my child.. " you then took your baby girl and your daughter hug you tightly.

After that day pantalone was trying to win you back and his child.

Il Dottore/ The Doctor

It was the day of your anniversary with him you where well dressed and ready to go in his lab, you where walking by the hall when you saw him and his assistant making out you where livid.

Dottore then saw you both of them stop and dottore tried to explain and you know your not a fool to believe anything he say's after this happens you grab one of the chemical in his lab and then you throw it to his assistant face the assistant was screaming when her face was burning you then look at dottore " You motherfucking bastard.. I have ENOUGH " you shouted at him.

He tried to hug you but you grab a broken glass from the bottle you broke you then threaten to kill yourself if he goes closer he was horrified he didn't know that you could do such thing, you reach your limit you where mad you then just walk away.

Bunos part

Pass weeks you still work for the fatui tho, sometimes you would walk pass him he tried everything to go close to you again but it was to late. and then one day peirro assigned you to work with dottore for awhile you where annoyed about it when you arrived at his lab you have a frown on your face when you see him, the room was silent. hour pass you feel asleep from your desk dottore took off his coat and cover you with it he then kiss your head and said " I'm sorry... ".

Childe/Tartaglia

You and hu tao where going to eat some where while both of you where walking and talking about something, you suddenly remembered that you have to visit childe after a long day helping hu tao you then told hu tao that you need to go, as soon as you where going to run up to childe you saw a girl hugging him both of them look inlove you where shocked and confuse.

Childe then kiss the girl cheek while holding her on her waist you have tears on your eyes purring down you where heart broken from what your seeing right now you then walk away.

Bunos part

The next day you saw him acting like nothing had happen as usual he would kiss your forehead but this time when he tried to touch you push him away and you then told him that you saw everything yesterday.

Both of you broke up and you always despise him every time you see him you feel your blood boil already.

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Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 14

Summary: Andy takes you out on a date as the pair of you celebrate some good news, which is a welcome break amidst all the stress and angst of recent months.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, angst. SMUT (NWSF, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 7.5k

Consciousness Of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 13

The rest of the summer bled into the start of September and the leaves in Colorado began to change. Bold hues of autumn covered the trees and hillsides. The stress of your situation had begun taking its toll on you but Andy never let you live in the grey area for long. The two of you seemed more connected than ever before and he made sure you ended each night with a soft smile and warm heart. Your nightmares continued but weren't nightly, affording you both nights of rest and as the days moved on, he kept nothing from you. No secrets, no going back to the past.

You hadn’t heard further from the Drysdales. Andy was hopeful that now their main witness was dead, they’d back off. But he wasn’t leaving anything to chance; Blanc was, therefore, still digging for leverage just in case. As of yet, the PI hadn’t turned anything up, and Andy assured you that as soon as he knew anything he would let you know. And you trusted him to do so. In fact, things had been so quiet on that front, and with an air of ease that Andy had deemed tonight, this Friday night, to be date night. Work had kept him late a fair amount over the past few weeks, and you had also been buy with a special project Eva had. This meant the two of you were falling into bed tired and over worked. But not tonight. Andy had told Ron he was unavailable from three in the afternoon specifically so he could leave on time. He told you to enjoy a hot bath, get dressed up and be ready for a romantic dinner and night dedicated purely to you. It felt a little strange, to even be considering something so ‘normal’ after what had happened over the last few weeks but Andy was adamant your lives were not to be put on hold because of something that may or may not happen. So you humoured him. You left work on time, pouring yourself a glass of wine and giving yourself time to enjoy a hot bath. After, wrapped in your silk robe, you sorted through your closet for something to wear.

Andy barrelled through the door just as you were putting on your make up. You heard him taking the stairs two at a time, but instead of cursing and looking angry when he appeared in your bedroom at being later than he wanted to be, he was bursting with excitement. “They’re making me partner.” He blurted out before you had chance to ask him what was going on.

“What?!” “That’s why I’m so late.” He ran his hand through his hair, “Ron pulled me into a meeting with him and Anthony Thorn, and they said that it had to go to a final vote with the rest of the board but asked me if I was interested and…” he trailed off, “I can’t quite believe it!” "Oh my God, Andy!" You leapt into his arms. "I'm so proud of you!" Andy's arms wrapped tightly around you as his face was buried into your neck, "I... I've never been a partner." He mumbled against your skin. "And you made it quickly!" You beamed. "Now we definitely have something to celebrate tonight!" “I mean, I know I couldn’t ever have been a partner in the DAs office, not how it works but… fuck, Angel, my names is gonna be on the limited legal partnership.” "I know, BB!" You grinned with exuberance before you pressed your lips to his. “So are they gonna change the company’s name?” “It will still trade overall as King Thorne, but it will be King, Thorne and Barber LLP on the tag line for all the documentation!” “So your name is still gonna be on the logo?!” “Yup.” He popped the P, giving you a goofy grin. “And it means I get a big, fat pay rise. Not that that matters but, I won’t sniff at the extra ten thou on my yearly account.” "Oh Andy," you grinned tearfully. "I'm so, so proud of you." “Is it big headed to say I’m a little proud of myself?” He grinned. “Absolutely not.” “In that case, I'm a little proud of myself!” He licked his lips, before he stepped back and looked you up and down. “And I’m also very late so let me grab a shower and I’ll be ready in ten.” "I'll be dressed when you're done." You winked and helped him undo his tie. “Or we could show up really late instead of just fashionably.” His hands found your hips and you laughed. "We could," you giggled, "but I am kinda hungry." Andy groaned, “me too. I haven’t had a thing since breakfast.” "Same." You shrugged. With a hearty chuckle and peck to your lips, Andy winked, "ten minutes." As he slipped away, you looked at the simple, deep blue dress you plucked from your closet on the bed. Maybe the night called for something special too. You pulled a sweetly romantic nude underwear set from your drawer and slipped the bra and panties on before pulling your dress up over your hips and slipping your arms through the shoulders. Giving yourself a once over in the full body mirror you smiled approvingly as the material sat over your frame. It was soft and flowy, hugging the appropriate areas and added a little body to the draped skirt. The door to your bathroom opened among the steam pouring out and Andy stepped out, his hips covered by a white towel. His skin was damp and flushed from the hot water, his hair messy and waiting to be styled. His tattoos glistened with flecks of water, and that medallion sat perfectly among his built chest. “You look beautiful.” He smiled as he crossed towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Get off, you’ll ruin my make up!” You jokingly protested as his wet beard rubbed against your skin. "You won't be saying that later," he teased. “It won’t matter later.” You shot back "Five minutes, Angel," he winked, slinking back into the bathroom for access to the closet. You followed, pulling your nude heels from your half of the closet and fingers in the heels, you carried them out of the humid bathroom. In no time, as promised, Andy was dressed in a fresh pair of slacks and a button down hanging loosely over his white tee. "No tie tonight, please," you commented, slipping into your shoes before heading downstairs. “No tie, you got it.” Andy grinned. True to his word, four minutes and ten seconds later, Andy bounded down the stairs and strolled into the living room, tie absent. He moved right to the coat closet by the back door and the garage, only to return with his wool coat and your own. “Thank you.” You smiled as he held it open for you to slip into.  The Uber ride passed almost totally in silence, comfortable, but both of you happily glowing as the news of Andy's promotion settled in over you. The driver took you about twenty minutes away from town and stopped at one of the local, nicer lodges near the base of the mountains. Andy stepped out and opened your door, taking your hand in his. Together, the two of you headed up the stairs and inside, making your way towards the restaurant. The pair of you were offered seats at the bar whilst you perused menus waiting for your table. "You know, technically you are my boss now. So... Does that mean we have to break up?" You joked. “Actually I’m your boss’ boss’ boss.” You flicked your eyebrows and smirked against the rim of your glass. "So, is that a yes or a no?" "That's a hell no," Andy replied swiftly. "You can't get rid of me that easily." You laughed. “But seriously, isn’t it a huge conflict of interest?” "No. Because we were already together before I made partner and, since we have Ron's blessing so to speak, it's a moot point. Besides, Angel, you're stuck with me. No matter what." Andy leaned across the space between you two and gave you a sultry kiss. As he pulled away you bit your lip, a smile crossing your face. “I love you.” "I love you, too." "Mr and Mrs Barber, your table is ready," the host said when he approached you. “Oh, we’re not-“ you began but Andy cut you off. “Thanks.” He smiled as he rose from his seat, offering you his hand. "Mrs Barber...." "Stop it," you hushed him and rolled your eyes. “That bad an idea?” He teased. You stopped for a second, "well..." you stammered, "no." You bit your lip as Andy pulled your chair out for you. “Good to know,” he kissed your cheek as you sat down. He sat across from you, a childlike hint of mischief and humor to his face. It was a beautiful sight to see considering all the frowning and tired eyes the two of you had shared recently. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna whip a ring outta my pocket.” You winked at him, not sure what to say but the idea of Mrs Barber was now inked into your mind as a thought. You sighed and opened your menu, glancing again to make the final decision on your meal as you heard Andy order a bottle of champagne, 'to celebrate' he said. “Celebrate you making partner, right? Not our seeming marriage?” "Yes, Angel, me making partner, and you being one of the best things to ever happen in my life," Andy smiled, extending his hand across the table for yours. You smiled as you placed your hand in his and his thumb gently stroked your knuckles. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened in mine, no contest.” A warm smile spread over his face, "I love you." "I love you too," you replied. "I haven't been this... Happy and fulfilled in a long fahking time," Andy said, his accent appearing. "Hopefully we keep it that way," you shrugged. "I know it's not been ideal lately and I know for a fact we can't always have our best days every day, it's stupid to think that and not to mention selfish. But I look forward to each day as we get it. I never used to. Not when...." "Angel," his tone was a soft warning. “I know, I’m sorry.” "Don't be, we just have to keep going. It's going to be alright." You nodded just as your waiter returned, Andy's hand slipping from yours to cheer your good fortune and the two of you placed your orders for dinner. Mid-way through your meal and down an entire bottle of champagne, you couldn't help yourself and asked Andy, "have you heard from anyone in Boston?" “No.” He shook his head. “I’d have told you if I had, I promise.” "Just curios is all." “When I do you’ll be the first to know, now stahp. No more.” "Okay," you bent your head and eyed your plate, embarrassed to have even asked and maybe lessen the mood a bit. "You up for dessert, Angel?" “I could eat tiramisu.” You smiled.  Andy ordered your desired treat and an after dinner cognac for himself. “Andy?” You placed your spoon down and looked at him. "Hmmm?" “Do you think we could get a bottle of champagne to take home?” A glimmer of something crossed his eyes and he smirked, "absolutely, baby." The bottle ordered to go and the bill paid, the valet hailed your Uber down and as the sedan whisked you and Andy home, his hand held yours once again, the bottled necked in his other fist. Once you were home you kicked off your shoes and Andy set the bottle on the side in the kitchen before he took your coat to hang up again. You padded to the glass cupboard looking for two flutes for the still chilled champagne. You expertly popped the cork and poured two helpings, settling yourself at the breakfast bar area. Your neatly manicured nails tapped on the granite bar as Andy took his flute and again toasted to you, the love of his new life.  "No, no, I'm afraid this is your night, Mr Baber, partner at King, Thorne and Barber LLP." You smirked, with a wink, emphasizing the 'and'. A boyish grin spread across his face as he took a sip and let out a sigh. “You know, before I joined the DAs office, this was all I ever wanted.” “So what made you go into prosecution then?” You asked curiously. “Honestly? Laurie.” He shrugged, “I took the bar exam and then I had a few years where I had a couple of positions in and around firms, gaining experience but I couldn’t quite muscle my way in. It was so competitive. In the end, prosecution was a stable alternative. And with a family to support, I took it.” You nod in understanding. "Life circumstances pushes us to sometimes leave dreams behind for the easier, more convenient road." “What about you? Was it always journalism?” You wrinkled your nose, “I actually wanted to be a writer. But…” your finger traced round the edge of your glass, “kinda like you, didn’t pay the bills or my student loan fees.” "So why PR? Angel, you can do whatever you want, you don't have to work, you've got the front to be stable and publish your own dime." Andy's words came out passionately for you to follow your dream. "Well, because it's not really my money. It's why I work. I used what I wanted to set up my life here and the rest, sits, collecting interest, really only touched if I feel the need. But.... to be honest that money absolutely disgusts me."

Andy took a deep breath, “well use it for something, stick the finger up at the bastard whilst he’s six foot under.” “Well, I was…” you bit your lip, “actually forget it, it doesn’t matter.” "Tell me," he whispered, plucking your glass from your hand and taking both of yours in his. “I thought about giving it away. To a foundation or a trust, for victims of domestic or sexual violence.” "I think that’s a brilliant idea." He supported you, even the glint of pride in his eyes told you so. “Maybe, but then I had an idea about going one further and starting my own place. Like a refuge type thing, where people can go if they need a safe place to stay. There’s not many around, and the ones that there are, often get so crowded or are in shitty areas, and there’s really so few that can take kids as well, you know, if there’s more than just the adult involved.” “So do it.” Andy looked at you, “there’s nothing stopping you.” You shrugged, "I just don't want the questions of why, you know? Why are you doing it? What made you want to do it? Nothing in my background publicly resembles any need to support that.” “Why do you need a reason why, other than the fact you’re a decent human being?” Andy asked. “I just know people would ask questions.” “Well, there’s always cases at work that you could tell people has influenced you.” “And then there's my parents, my sister. They don't know anything remotely close to what you know, Andy. It would crush my dad." "Look at me," Andy ceased your rambling. "When this is all over, we're going to do just that. Wherever you want. Here, Boston... Wherever. We'll do it." You bit your lip and Andy shrugged, “I got enough in my background to answer any questions. My mom turned to one of those places when Billy was arrested. We ended up with nothing. Took her six months before she was on her feet.”

You blinked. “I never knew that.” “Not many people do.” He took a deep breath. "She must have been an incredible woman. Strong, resilient." “She was. You remind me of her, in that respect. Which is why, if you’re serious, I think we should go for it. I got plenty of contacts, and we can partner with the firm too, local authorities…” "One thing at a time, huh," you spoke quietly. "Settle you in as partner, my work load is going to be huge now come Monday. All the changes," you rolled your eyes, smiling a little as you did so. "Then maybe after we finish this fisaco I've put us both in, we talk about it." Andy sighed, as you untangled your right hand from his and took a sip of your champagne, “you haven’t put us in any fiasco. And as for the rest of it, it’ll work out. Stop worrying about what might go wrong and concentrate on what could go right.” "Your faith in me is astounding," you chortle. "I have nothing but..." Andy smiled softly, the bristles of his beard twitching at the corners of his lips. "I want you to have everything you want," then he rolled his eyes a little, "within natural reason." He chuckled softly. "Well, Counselor," you slipped your left hand from his and wrapped both yours around his neck, your nails scratching at his hairline. "I want the same for you, and after tonight's good news, you're right on track. So," you pecked him softly as his hands held your waist, "what's next?" “Do you want a verbal explanation or should I skip straight to the demonstration?” "I'm a visual type of person," you said with a flick of your brows. “That so?” "Mmhmm, tonight, I am." “Well,” Andy leaned forward, one foot resting on the bar of the stool, the other leg stretching out to the side, “how’s this for a visual? First I’m gonna take your dress off, then I’m gonna work you up so badly you’re gonna be begging me not to stop, and then I’m gonna have you crying my name so loudly the neighbours will be knocking on the door asking if you’re okay.” Your chest hitched with the ragged breath you took, "o...okay." Andy frowned a little at your tone and then shook his head. “Or, not… I mean…” “No, I mean yes…I-“ "Tell me, Angel." "I want you to.” “You sure?” Your eyes stared into his, a bit of confidence and flare to them, "yes." Andy seemed to consider you for a moment, before his hands reached up and pried both of yours free from his neck. He rose to his feet, gently tugging you to yours. Two large palms cupped your face as those beautiful blue eyes you loved so much searched your own, seemingly for any shred of doubt you were hiding. When he found none, his lips were on yours, the small of your back hitting the edge of the breakfast bar as he kissed you, pressing you into the granite. Your fingers were at his belt, undoing it with a light clink and pulling his dress shirt from the waist of his slacks. His tongue swiped dominantly, yet carefully against your own, the sweet yet crisp notes of the champagne still present in his mouth, mingling with the taste of him. It was a heady mix, enough to make your head swim with desire and lust and you let out a soft groan of delight as his hands moved to locate the back of your dress. Smirky bastard he was, his lips twitched against yours as he found the zip and pulled it down, loosening your dress while your own fingers searched for his own button and zip to his slacks. “Ah ah,” he shook his head, “I said I was getting you out of your dress. I don’t remember saying anything about losing my pants, Angel.” You whimpered at the authority in his tone and dropped your hands from his flies. His hands reached up and long fingers slid along the neckline of your dress, pushing the sleeves down your arms. He exposed that lace nude bra you'd slipped on while he was in the shower, the blue material of your dress catching at your hips. His eyes lingered on the lace trim around the cups before they looked back at your own, his brow quirked a little. “New?” "Yeah," you nodded quickly. He beamed and you knew why. Thanks to Ransom, buying underwear had become a monumental task for you, constantly still evaluating everything in your head. But this, this purchase and subtle display for your boyfriend was growth at its finest and Andy seemed proud of you to take that step. His lips found yours again as his hands pushed your dress over your hips. Your fingers curled over his shoulders as you stepped out of the blue material, gently toeing it to one side. Those same hands gently curled into your flesh, fingers lightly digging into the back of your waist as he made to lift you gently. Understanding what he wanted, you gave a light jump and he settled you on the bar in front of him. His hands smoothed down the outside of your thighs before he gently parted your knees and stepped into the space between them. You realised in an instant what he had done. He’d given you the height. From your vantage point you were now a few inches above him and it meant that you also had the upper hand if you needed to push him away. He wasn’t caging you in, he wasn’t trying to overwhelm you or overpower you, and fuck, you loved him for it. With a flick of his eyebrow, his mouth pressed to yours again before he stepped back. "Andy... What...." Your question was answered when he dropped to his knees, and you gasped as his teeth nipped at that soft flesh of your inner thigh right where the seam of your panties covered your mound.His nose ran along your covered core, pressing into your clit from there and your hand instinctively went to the top of his head, your fingers rubbing through the soft wax he used to style it. Your nails dug into his scalp, and you automatically tugged on his hair a little without thinking. A low chuckle emerged from his mouth which vibrated against your core and you shivered with delight. Fingers curled around the sides of your panties as Andy pulled the piece of clothing down and away, tossing it to the floor. But instead of setting to you, he stood up and reached for his glass of champagne. You watched him curiously as he tossed the liquid into his mouth, before he knelt back down. And when his mouth covered your entrance you realised exactly what he was up to. The cold bubbles fizzed against your clit, popping, almost burning, and you cried out as Andy’s warm tongue lapped away. You could feel some of the cool liquid gently trickling down the inside of your thighs, all adding to the sensation of it and the pleasure which was coursing through your entire body.

Andy hummed against your slit as you cried out, swallowing the champagne which was still in his mouth, pulling at your sweet clit at the same time. "Oh God," you shook as your head dipped back. Your legs hung over shoulders, heels digging into the space just at the back of his neck as your palms scrabbled for traction on the granite. Eventually you gave in, slipping back to your elbows as Andy’s hands held your thighs open. His mouth was slow, almost torturously so as he brought you to the edge. The bristles of his beard against the soft skin of your inner thigh and wet outer folds meant you were already raw from friction but Jesus, was it glorious. You writhed and moaned, your head completely lost as you surrendered to the pleasure he was giving you, but just as you felt yourself going, he stopped and rose to his feet. “What? Why are you stopping?” You looked at him, your cheeks hot as he placed his palms flat on the counter, either side of your thighs. “Because I’m not done yet.” He remarked simply, leaning over to kiss you. “Asshole.” You grumbled and he chuckled, his hands moving to the clasp of your bra. You sat up fully, your fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt and he pulled back to look at you. “Angel…” “You said I couldn’t take your pants off, you never said anything about your shirt.” His fist curled around the collar of his tee and dress shirt, pulling both garments off and tossing them in a ball to the floor. “Happy?” He quipped as his hand returned to your bra. “Yup.” You smirked as he snapped the clasp open with his finger and thumb. He slipped the straps down, pressing a kiss to each shoulder as he did so, before he stepped back a little. You steeled yourself as his gaze again was on yours, a darkened tinge to his orbs that made you shiver. His right hand stretched for the bottle of champagne but you beat him to it. Your eyes not leaving his you raised it to your lips and took a huge gulp. “Fuck, Angel, you got no idea how fucking sexy that was.” You smirked and quirked a brow. In a movement of sheer brass bravery, suddenly unlocked from deep within, you tipped the bottle up slightly, sending a trickle down the valley between your breasts. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Andy mumbled, before his head dropped. His tongue was warm and flat as he licked a stripe up from your belly button to the hollow of your throat. His beard was wet against your skin, your juices and the champagne coating him and you alike. You giggled, taking another swig from the bottle before Andy snatched it, taking a large gulp himself. Once more, he didn’t swallow, his full mouth instead covering your right nipple. “Holy shit!” You hissed, arching further into him as the fizz hit your sensitive skin, his tongue laving away.

His left hand dug his fingers into the small of your back as his right toyed with your left breast, kneading your flesh and flicking his thumb over your free nipple. As the bubbles faded and Andy swallowed, your nipple was pulled deeper between his lips and as he switched sides, your left now gently pulled between his teeth, you felt your body shift as your legs began to shake and your toes curled. “Andy, I’m… oh fuck, I’m gonna…” His right hand dipped inside you and you were gone, your walls squeezing around the two, thick fingers. A downright filthy noise escaped your mouth as your back arched, trembles shaking your entire body. Andy watched your face which was contorted in pleasure, your jaw slack and he smirked to himself as he leaned forward, teeth nipping at your jaw before he kissed you. "Just like that, Angel," he gruffly coaxed. As you worked through cumming, his two fingers were deep, pulling you further into it, a "come here" curled motion against your G-spot. Your chest heaved as you took in a ragged breath of air, your eyes opening to meet his. Your hands reached out, fingers sliding into his beard, nails scratching his skin and he groaned out loud. "Fuck me, Counselor." Your lips hovered over his, voice husky with desire and you felt him shudder a little. He stood up straight, hastily undoing the buttons of his pants, pushing them down over his hips with his boxers, just enough to allow his rock hard, his cock to spring free against his belly He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards the edge of the counter, one hand wrapping around his cock to line himself up. In he slid, your depths tight and soaked for him. “Fuck, Angel…” he panted as he gave a deep thrust, before pulling back and driving into you again. "Oh, God, yes, Andy," you panted as the clink of his belt jingled with his pants around his thighs. “Fill me up.” An animalistic growl ripped from his throat, and one large hand splayed between your breasts as he pushed you back against the counter, sending the small wooden bowl of keys and random bits of spare change and other shit crashing to the floor of the kitchen. With a sharp tug he pulled you even further towards him, your ass now hanging off the edge of the counter as he powered into you with fast, strong snaps of his hips. He was right, he had you screaming his name. A repetitive mantra as he continued his ruts into you, your palms slapped against the cool of the granite. The champagne flutes were long gone, smashed into god knows how many pieces thanks to your downright filthy escapades, but you didn’t give a fuck. You could feel the heavy throb against your shaking walls, he was holding back until he could make you cum again and the strain in his muscles was tightly coiling your arousal.

"Andy, fuck, I'm..... Oh shit," you cried out as your coil snapped, cumming so hard your hearing dulled and your eyes saw flashes of light glittering across your eyes. His own grunts became louder, until he stilled, your name tearing from his throat as he himself blew. The room fell silent, bar the sound of deep breathing from the pair of you. His lips found yours, the kiss gentle, a total contrast from the avaricious force of the, frankly, mind blowing sex you’d just had. “I hope you didn’t like those glasses.” Andy chuckled, his nose bumping yours. "Don't care," you replied. He laughed, his forehead pressing to yours as you let out a contented sigh. “You okay?” "Definitely," you whispered. Satisfied with your answer, he pulled back a little and smirked. “Well, the rest of the bottle survived.” “You know, it’s not all that late considering.” You shrugged, your arms round his neck. “We could always drink the rest in bed?” “Film?” “Absolutely.” "Okay, let me clean up the glass first, don't move," he told you. "Don't think I could, yet.” You smirked, pecking him. "That was so..." “Yeah, it was.” Andy stepped back and rearranged his pants, tucking himself back in, leaving the button of his flies undone. Then, he bent down and handed you his shirt. You slipped it on as he quickly cleared away the broken glass before he lifted you off the counter. "Where we going?" You giggled as he was reluctant to set you down. “I’m just making sure you don’t cut your feet.” He replied, “I still got my shoes on. You don’t.” “I don’t have anything on bar your shirt.” “Which is my second favourite way to see you.” He gave you a soft kiss as he set you down in the hall. “Go on,” he gave your ass a light tap, “I’ll be up in a moment.” With a bite of your lip in glee, you turned back to him and winked, before heading up to your room. Your skin was sticky from the champagne and sex, so you took a quick shower. When you emerged, Andy was already in your room, stripped down, the bottle of champagne on his night stand along with two none-smashed flutes. As he pulled his pajama bottoms over his legs and went to grab his sleep tee, you stopped him. “Nope. No tee, I wanna snuggle properly.” A deep chuckle moved through his chest and you smirked, taking it from him. You quickly towelled yourself off, slipping his top over your head before you pulled on a clean pair of panties and crawled into bed besides him. He handed you a glass, before he raised his arm and you snuggled up beside him, as he sat, propped up against the headboard. “What you wanna watch?” He asked, remote in his hand, “and don’t say Jurassic Park.” "Buzz kill," you laughed. "I don't care. Your pick.” “Look we both know full well you’ll be asleep before half an hour has passed.” “Will not.” You pouted. With a quirk of his eyebrow, Andy scrolled through the movie list before he chuckled and selected The Hangover. True to form, fifteen minutes in, he had to take the glass from your hand when he saw it slipping as your head dropped further against his chest. With a fond smile, he set it on the night stand by his own, kissed your head and settled you both down, you sleeping soundly against him as he watched the rest of the film. ***** Andy held your hand as the two of you headed back to the Jeep, your ritual Saturday morning hike complete. It had been a little chilly as you’d set off, the bit of fall definitely in the air, but his soul was warm as you’d spent the hour chatting about what to do for your anniversary. The pair of you had definitely decided on Hawaii. The decision now was which island and what to do once you'd gotten there. Andy was quite happy to lay on a sun-lounger, and do absolutely nothing bar eat, drink and fuck you into oblivion but your eyes had lit up when you’d asked about jet skiing and whatever other life- threatening water sports they might have. And the sucker he was, couldn't tell you no. “Jet ski, okay. But I’m drawing the line at parasailing.” He said firmly, unlocking the car. "Fine!" You rolled your eyes with a giggle as you both climbed in. You stayed silent until he had turned the key in the ignition before you spoke again. "Bannana boat?" “Angel!” He groaned exasperatedly, his hand giving your knee a squeeze as he pulled the car out of the space. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” A shrill of his phone connected to your Bluetooth made you jump and he let go of your leg for a second to answer it on the wheel. “Hello?” "Andy... Benoit Blanc here." Andy froze as he felt you reach for his hand. He stole a glance at you, giving your fingers a squeeze as he saw your eyes widen and you swallowed, thickly. "Hey, just so you know, Y/N's here with me." "Good, is this a bad time or..." “No, it’s fine. Did you find something?” “I did. A lot more than I was looking for as it happens.” “What do you mean?” “I can’t really explain over the phone,” Blanc drawled, “but it’s errr, well, our good doctor is up to a little more than taking bungs from undesirables. I’ve booked a flight to Denver for the morning. If it suits you, we can meet and go through it then.” Andy looked at you and you gave a little nod. “Sure, I’ll text you the address unless you need me to pick you up?” “No, address is fine. I should be with you around midday.” "See you then." And when the call dropped, Andy turned to you, his eyes softening as his glance caught you paling, your lip quivering. He pulled the Jeep over on the highway back towards home and put it in park, cracking the windows to allow cool, autumn air to fill the cab. "Y/N," he hoped his voice came off calmer than he sounded to himself. He watched as you held a hand up to silence him. "Just... I need a second." Allowing you your moment, Andy concentrated on the traffic as it zipped past you, his mind working ten to the dozen, wondering what else it was that Blanc had found. After a few deep breaths he saw your right hand grip the door handle and pull it towards you, popping the door open. You stepped out and he sighed as it shut. His eyes glanced in the side mirror and then over his shoulder making sure the road was clear before he got out and quickly joined you on the passenger's side. You were standing with your hands above your head, clasped together atop your crown. “Honey?” "Yeah?" You swallowed. “This is good.” "I know. I just....I haven't seen him since..." "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Angel I didn’t think." Andy sighed, “look, if you want I can meet him elsewhere, alone.” "No," you were quick to silence his thoughts. "I want to see him. I have things I have to say. I want to say." “You do?” That surprised him "I do." You got back in the Jeep and Andy turned on his heel to do the same. When he settled in, you continued. "I lied to him. I told him things that were not true and had I done anything differently maybe.... I... I don't know." “Angel, it wasn’t your fault. “ "Andy, I know. You said I had no choice and more and more I see that, or at least I'm starting to. And after last night, I truly want nothing more than to put this behind me, behind us, because I want to move on with our lives. I want us to go on our trip with clean slates and everything just gone." He sighed as you did. "What do you mean after last night?" "Just... These feelings over something so stupid and small and frankly weird that make me feel safe and secure and like.....me again." “Honey, I’m not following. Why do you mean?” "It's really dumb," you shook your head. “Try me.” "I just, while we were walking this morning, I kept thinking about last night and dinner and after." You shyly dipped your head. "The way I felt when the host called me...” You trailed off and Andy waited patiently, knowing now wasn’t the time to make quips about you being mistaken for his wife. There was something else to all this, something more and he wanted to know. “I just, well, there was this sense of stillness, a feeling like a pure love I had in my heart when he said it, and I never had that before.” You shook your head, “And then when we were together last night, I just got this overwhelming sense of all is right and a hint of a power I hadn't felt within myself in so long.” “And you feel that telling Blanc the truth is, what? Another step towards taking control back fully?” “Yeah, maybe, I’m not sure. I lied to a lot of people, and yes, I get that I had no choice. I can’t tell my parents, but I can tell Blanc. And all I know is that it feels like the right thing to do.” “Okay.” Andy nodded, “I think I understand.” “Glad you do, because I don’t understand it myself.” "When he comes tomorrow, we'll hear what he has to say and go from there. But I keep promising you, no matter what, you're safe. You're with me and you're safe." Andy smiled at you as you nodded. "Now, what do you say we go to Patty's then figure out what our plans for tonight are?" "I could use some pancakes and coffee." “You got it, Angel.” ***** After breakfast at Patty's, Andy drove home and the two of you set about cleaning house, a statement he wasn't about to argue that you felt the need to busy yourself in cleaning for your guest. By mid-afternoon he cornered you for a nap and when he woke, he found himself alone. With a stretch, he rose from the bed and into the bathroom, addressing the fact he needed to pee, before he wandered onto the landing. He took a peek out of the window and spotted the dark sedan parked further up the street. With a roll of his eyes, and a tick in his jaw he headed downstairs following the soft sounds of music accompanied by your voice. His irritation melted away and he sighed contently as his nose picked up the smell of baking cookies. He smirked as his bare feet hit those two creaky steps at the bottom. His lounge pants were slung low on his hips as he scratched at his naked torso, rounding the corner into the living room and seeing you at the counter, in his dress shirt and little else. “Stop perving on me.” You quipped, not turning to look at him and Andy laughed. He stepped up behind you, his lips gently pressing into your neck behind your ear. "I see our dog is back," you said, shying away from his ticklish beard. “What?” his lips followed your neck. "The sedan, down the street. I saw him," you sighed, finally turning in his arms. He hummed in annoyance, "oh, yeah. Well, hopefully after tomorrow we won’t have to put up with him for much longer.” "Hopefully," you sighed, tossing the dish towel aside. "So, hungry?" As if on cue, Andy's stomach garbled and he rubbed his abs. "A little. What shall I make us?" “Nothing, I already made it. There’s a lasagne in the oven, just need to pop the garlic bread in and do the side salad.” "Honey.... Did you even rest?" Andy rolled his eyes. "No, but what matters is you did." You patted his chest. "So, do me a favor and pop that new red you brought home from Ron and I'll finish the salad while the bread bakes." He huffed, a heavy breath leaving his chest as he shuffled over to the little wine bar area he had set up for the both of you. The pair of you shared a liking for a decent bottle with your meals on the weekends and as such, when you’d seen the idea in a magazine, Andy had instantly agreed. It basically consisted of a wine fridge for your whites, roses and fizz, and a hand crafted bottle rack for your reds which you had ordered bespoke from a little boutique in town. Reaching up, he pulled the red you requested from the bottom of the three rows. He then grabbed the opener and two wide bowl glasses from the cabinet and poured your drinks after the bottle breathed for a moment. Andy set the table for you both and pulled the garlic bread from the oven as the lasagne sat to cool and set before serving. He watched as you expertly sliced the tomatoes and cucumbers for the side salad, tossing it together and plating it for you both. “Ranch or french?” You asked, waving two bottles of dressing at him "Honey," he said with a hint of 'duh' to his tone. "Ranch," you smirked. There was something to be said about the way he sat with you at dinner, not a care in the world as you ate lasagne in his shirt and he sat at the dining table shirtless. The two of you drinking wine and laughing, the sense of real domestic bliss between you both. A bliss that was threatened when you dropped lasagne down the front of his shirt. “Well, you need to take that off now, and toss it into the machine.” Andy gave a playful sigh. "Mr Barber you just want me naked at dinner," you laughed, unbuttoning the two buttons you had done. “And?” With a roll of your eyes you left his sight and all he could hear was you in the washroom before coming back to him. He let out a groan as he realised you were now dressed in one of his hoodies and you flashed him a smug grin. "I see your game, Angel," he smirked back. "Finish up, I made cookies." You winked. “And besides, it’s not hygienic to be naked on surfaces we eat from.” “Didn’t bother you last night.” "No, I suppose it didn't." With a chuckle, Andy took the last few bits of his food, making a satisfied noise as he then rose to clear the dishes. He washed up as you left him to sort the laundry and when through, he sat in his spot on the couch after he started a fire and soft music played in the background. He patted his lap as you padded from the hall that opened up into the kitchen, dining room and living room. Calling you to him in a way. Your glasses of wine sat on the coffee table as he sat spread out on the chaise. You snuggled onto his lap, his chest now covered by a navy Henley, and gave a contented sigh as he kissed your head. "I love you," he whispered into your hair. “I love you too.” You replied, curling into him even more as his arms circled round you. And in that moment, Andy Barber was struggling to find another point, certainly in his recent life, where he had ever felt so content. He could only hope it wasn’t the calm before a monumental shit storm.

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— Noticing each other HC —

Besides Charlie, you would be the one to force him to get his shit together.

After Lilith left him he closed himself off from everyone but their you were, persistent on making sure he wasn’t alone.

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You had been with the Morningstar family for thousands of years. You were the housekeeping.

You had always admired Lucifer from afar. He was the ruler of hell, it was a hard job and you admired on how he actually did it. Free will.

You knew you loved him when you saw him goofing off with little Charlie. You had went to wake her up, like normal, only to find her dad tickling her. He had the brightest smile on his face. And in that moment you loved him. Not that he knew. He never really noticed you.

When Lilith left, he’d fire all the help around the house. Wanting to be completely alone.

However you stayed, because being without him was true hell, and you couldn’t handle that.

At first Lucifer would snap at you. Placing his anger, to the closest thing. You. You never minded, he would immediately apologize after.

Eventually thoughts of Lilith left his mind, being replaced with thoughts of you.

Lucifer saw you in a complete different light when you placed pancakes in front of him on the table, spilling the syrup on accident.

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It was the first time you ever made a mistake in front of him. A piece of hair fell in your face from your frantic cleaning, and you just looked divine.

That day he decided to stop wearing his wedding ring.

— Pursuing you HC —

Lucifer had started his quest by giving you rubber ducks.

Gift giving, along with touch was his love language and boy did he spoil you.

He had decided to go out, and explore the town. (Everyone in hell was talking about it considering how rare it is.) He took you along with him. Anything you’d look at more than one second he’d buy it.

You found it odd, but shook it off. It definitely wasn’t helping your crush on him.

The next venture he took was truly get to know you. Safe to say his “school girl crush” became so much more when he did.

He found that you weren’t perfect, and he loved you even more for it.

When he helped Charlie with her hotel he had decided to get his life in order.

He was tired of hiding his feeling. Tired of hiding behind a broken mask. He just wanted you. To show you how much he was worth.

He started to get more clingy. He would just randomly hold your hand when walking. Would ask you to watch a movie and end up laying in your lap. (He went out to his way to buy a TV.)

Pretty soon, you two had actually started to act like a couple. So he had confessed.

He was thrilled when you said the worlds “I love you too.” His wings flew out as he picked you up, spinning and flying you around.

— Dating HC —

When you wake up, he’d whine for you to go back to bed with him.

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Gives you a bouquet once a week of your favorite flowers.

Often sings to you. Loves if you sing with him

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He’ll have zoomies, and I feel like he’d ask you to fly with him every time.

He’ll randomly place his face in your chest, with the excuse “I’m the perfect size.”

He tells you jokes all the time mostly about ducks.

When he has meetings he’ll always drift off in thought about you.

What you’re were doing

What you were doing before he left.

How you got on your knees for him.

Now he has a boner in the middle of a meeting that he’ll make you pay for.

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