#Navel Consciousness

[udambaragesu]

Need spiritual clarity? You need a spiritual clarity coach. A spiritual coach is called a spiritual life coach. This person helps you explore the deeper connections between the Universe and people. This person helps others gain a deeper or new understanding of the world they live in as well as the energies that flow within it.

[vimbry]

it's interesting to me that some of the tags in that last post say cake song, a band I hadn't listened to yet when I first saw that post, but started a couple months ago and love the lyricism of. I have no idea what it is I like, but damn if I don't really like it.

[peachesofteal]

Simple Math / Part Twelve

Simple Math masterlist

Ghost/Soap/female reader 4.4k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI, smut. Handjob, praise kink, Simon talks you through it. Feelings of fear and anxiety, self doubt, self consciousness. Small panic attack. Comfort. Domestic slice of life. Penny lore. POV switch. A glimmer of morally grey. One step forward, two steps back.

You almost forget where you are.

Almost.

The struggle is brief, trying to acclimatize to the changes, dark green sheets pooling around you, emerald tones rich and ambient, the sage green comforter pulled up over your shoulders.

You almost forget, but Simon’s bulk is nearly suffocating, and you’re pushed up against Johnny, crowded between two immovable objects, two sky high walls.

He’s got you tucked into his chest, hand pressed firm against your belly, leg thrown over yours. Your hand still rests on Johnny, covered by his own, and you blink blearily at the bolts of morning light streaming in through the windows.

“Go back to sleep.” Simon’s mumbling right over your ear, ghost of his breath sending goosebumps down your arms. “It’s early.” He snuggles closer, shoulders curled over yours like a blanket, blazing heat bleeding from him to you… everywhere. His cock throbs against your ass, folded up against his stomach, nestled against your skin. Your mouth goes dry when you allow yourself to focus, to look, to feel, thighs squeezing together, a lust filled whine building in the back of your throat.

This is new. 

You don’t do this… your mind, your body, has always been trapped in a fight or flight, survival mode taking over your core needs and instincts, leaving no room for desire, or affection.

But this... this is different. This is safe. 

Your hand drifts lower on Johnny’s stomach. He’s shirtless, satin skin soft under your touch, and it’s almost on instinct when you settle your palm under his navel, a safe distance away from his sutures and graft, hovering north of the elastic in his sweatpants. He’s hard beneath them, outline mouthwatering in the quiet morning, and you lick your lips.

What are you doing? 

Simon’s fingers idly stroke that spot on your waist, where your hips fold into the space beneath your ribcage, swirling his touch down your belly and around, steady and safe, an anchor in turbulent seas. Your fingers dip beneath the band, mindful of his hip, sliding through curls, just barely grazing the root of Johnny’s cock.

What’re you doing? 

Are you really doing this?

You haven’t touched, or been touched, in ages. It’s foreign, and terrifying, and doubt clouds your head, anxiety rocketing through your veins to your heart, where it triple beats.

“It’s okay.” Simon soothes, sliding a hand over yours, guiding you to where he curls his fingers and yours around the base, tightening his grip into a squeeze.

“I-“

“Want to touch him? Like this?” He murmurs, keeping his voice low, scratchy and gritted against your ear. You’re breathing in time, chests rising and falling together, and you nod hastily, too afraid to lose the scrap of courage that keeps trying to flicker out.

“Y-yeah.” You whisper. You do want to, you want to so badly.

Johnny stirs. He tugs at his pants, not quite awake, trying to pull them down, and Simon helps silently, carefully tucking the elastic lower as to not put pressure on his injuries. He blinks sleepily, confused, before finding your face, impish smile spreading across his cheeks, eyes drifting shut again. He’s not wearing anything beneath them, his thick, uncut cock bobbing free at his partner’s urging, and you gasp at the sight. He’s already flushed, bead of pre-come glistening from the tip, and you hesitantly reach for it, Simon’s hand still covering yours.

“Need to start slow.” Simon coaches, both of your hands moving from root to tip together, squeezing at the base when he encourages you to do so. “Don’t want him tensing up, straining his injuries. Nice and- good bunny, just like that.” His cock is blaring hot in your palm, and you work him gently at Simon’s urging, watching his face twitch and eyebrows creasing, bottom lip tugged underneath his top teeth.

“Fuckin- hell-“ He hisses, hips trying to jerk upward.

“Relax.” Simon instructs, stilling him. You keep up the movement, iridescent spend slicking your strokes, slippery sounds filling the room.

“Ach.” Johnny moans, and you throb, nerves buzzing beneath your skin. Simon coos at him.

“Lucky boy, havin’ our bunny take care of you.”

“A-aye.” His fingers tighten in the sheets, eyes still slammed shut, and Simon squeezes your hip.

“You can go a little harder, like this.” He increases the rhythm, tightening his grip over yours, and your hips tilt back, pressing into the hardness settled against your cheeks, pressure returned with a flex of his own. “That’s it, that’s what he likes. Good girl.”

“Si.” His voice breaks. “P-please… d-d-“ He’s unable to get his words free, gasping for air like he’s just gone out for a run, haggard draw of his lungs stretched to the limit as you hold your own.

“I know sweet boy, you’re so backed up, I know. We’ll fix it.” You think you’re going to explode between them, heat and pressure and atmosphere all bearing down on your bones, grinding them to dust inside your skin. You’re not even sure you’re in your own body in this moment, watching from afar, mystified and impressed at your boldness, your courage, your abandonment of the wall you've so steadily remained perched on. “Breathe, Johnny.” Simon reminds him steadily.

The girl in the mirror is nowhere to be found. It’s just you, and Johnny, and Simon, together.

“You’re doing so well.” Simon hums. “Makin’ our boy feel good, what a good little bunny.” Jesus christ. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head, thighs like a vice, squeezing together so tight, desperate for friction against your clit. Your hips are rocking on their own now, small, micromovements pushing you into Simon again and again, Johnny whimpering and crying as the two of you stroke him harder and faster.

“Will you show our bunny how much of a mess you make, Johnny? Gonna come all over our fingers?” Simon pushes him harder, his legs twitching against yours, and Johnny gasps like he’s in pain, nearly crying, on the edge of a precipice.

“Ah, ah- ‘m gonna-“ He explodes in your hands, coating your fingers with creamy spend, rivers of it running down your fist, strokes slowing to a stop as he pants and shudders.

“Oh there it is- good boy, so good.” He tugs until Johnny is empty, and then raises your hand to his mouth, lips closing around your fingers to lick them clean.

You feel faint. Johnny smiles lazily. “Well, good mornin’ to ye too, bun.”

“I-“ What are you going to say? You don’t know what came over you? Sorry? Good morning? Everything evaporates on your tongue, happiness burning to ash.

“You alright?” Simon asks, rubbing your hip. Still, no words come. All you can do is stare at him. “Bunny? Hey.” He shifts, and Johnny tries to sit up, bliss morphing into concern.

“Pretty girl.” He holds your hand, thumb rubbing against your knuckles, and you try to remind yourself to breathe.

What are you doing? 

“Everything’s okay.” Simon is on his knees now, dipped down in front of you, cradling your jaw. “You’re okay, bun. Just breathe for us.” He rubs your back, and Johnny keeps his fingers curled against your pulse point. They steady you, anchor you, and you surface again, free from the wave of black water trying to drag you down.

“S-sorry.” You hiss, chest less tight. “I’m fine, sorry.”

“Lay back.” Simon urges. “I’m going to go get a towel to clean up, stay here.” You nod, cuddling close, your head resting on Johnny’s chest, his touch slow on the back of your neck.

“Ye’re with us, bunny. Ye’re safe.” You close your eyes with a whisper.

“I know.” 

The unsteady peace of the morning doesn't last very long. It’s not too soon after Simon gets Johnny cleaned up that Penny is awake, baby monitor sparking to life, dragging him from the other side of the bed and down the hall.

“How did ye sleep?” Johnny murmurs, still holding you close.

“Good. Great, actually. How are you uh, feeling?”

“Okay. Hip is throbbin’ but I imagine it’ll always be like that from now on.”

“It will get better. You’ll be right as rain in no time.” His thumb brushes your cheek.

“Come here.” You inch closer, bringing your faces together and he kisses you, soft and delicate in the early glow of the day. “Dinnae like ye being so far away. Need ye close. Helps me feel better.”

“You’re such a brat.” You tease, but can’t help giving him another kiss, basking in his warmth. He pushes back against you, flushed. Tan skin warmed bronze and rubicund on his cheeks, almost pink. His eyes are a brighter shade of blue, clear like Caribbean waters, lips swollen, and bee stung. He looks… so fucking hot. Like Hercules, a hero, tired after battle.

 “You sound like Si.” His hand lingers along the curve of your hip, inciting the riotous butterflies into a flurry, heat simmering in your belly. “I like these.”

“My sweatpants?”

“Aye. They fit ye well.” He peeks over, and you giggle despite yourself. He makes it so easy, to feel weightless, free, smiling as handsome as ever, long strands of mohawk falling into his eyes.

“Think you need a haircut.”

“I do. Si usually does it, but I think he’ll be nominatin’ ye this time around.”

“I can’t cut hair!”

“Ach, ‘ts not that hard. Ye just trim a little off the ends and be done wit’ it.” You roll your eyes, and the door cracks open, revealing Simon and Penny, sippy cup in hand.

“See? He’s right there.” He hums, holding her steady, her arms already reaching for where Johnny waits. “Da’s right here.”

“My wee lamb.” He cuddles her into his good side, kissing and cooing, letting her bounce on the bed. “Hey princess. Ye have a good breakfast?”

“She’s on another banana kick.” Simon sighs, kissing his forehead, and then turning to you. “Okay?” He checks in, focused and concerned, and you nod.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Forgot to ask how you slept…” He eyes the bed.

“Good, yeah. I… slept really well.”

“Guess ye’ll just have to sleep in here for now on.” Johnny quips, fingers preoccupied by being dragged towards Penny’s mouth. Sleep in here for now on? Like, with them?

Pen coos, tipping towards you with a chubby little smile. “Bunny.” She babbles, fingers straining.

Your hand finds hers, holding on to keep her upright. “Good morning to you too, little miss. Sorry I neglected you.” You sign ‘good morning’, one of the few you know from work, and she claps, thrilled. Simon beams.

“Yes, she’s terribly neglected.” He sits at Johnny’s side, mindlessly stroking his leg, massaging and working the muscle in his calf. “How do we feel about getting you downstairs?” He nods, and you roll over, sliding off the bed to lumber towards his crutches.

“Nice and slow.” His fingers brush yours as he takes them, and a shy smile works across his face.

“Ye’ll help me?” Simon tsks, but you sigh playfully.

“Of course.”

Getting Johnny settled is easy. You build him a nice little nest with the pillows from the couch, fluffing them for support, making sure he’s comfortable, until Simon reminds you to take it easy.

“You’re not at work, let me do this.”

“I don’t mind…”

“I do. Sit.” He leans you back into the cushions, settling you both, plopping Penny down between you. “If you keep an eye on her, I’ll get breakfast.” She crawls into your side with her sip cup, and you try not to tense when she curls up against your ribs. Her feet press against Johnny’s thigh, and he cups them both in one hand, staring at her like he’s trying to memorize every little piece. Deep breath. You can do this. 

“Isnae she the bonniest thing ye’ve ever seen?” He breathes, and you nod.

“She really is. The cutest.”

“She looks like ‘im.” He murmurs, and you blink, glancing down at the baby. Like who?

“Like…” the curiosity falls out of your mouth in a hurry, and you grimace. He gives you a weird look.

“He didnae tell ye?”

“Tell me what?”

“She’s his. Simon’s.”

“Wait, I thought…” You don’t what you thought. You assumed she was adopted, or something else. “She’s…”

“We got turned down by every agency, ye know. Two dads, active combat roles.” He leans forward, tickling her arm, and her eyes light up, like she’d forgotten he was there. You help her straighten, and she scoots over closer to him, trying climb him like a jungle gym. “Ah, Penny. No. Da’s hurt.” He makes the sign for what you assume is hurt, his pointer fingers motioning towards one another. “Hurt, Penny. Da is hurt.” He does it again, and she cocks her head. “Here, sit here, there’s a girl.” She settles easily after that, completely captivated by the old Disney movie Johnny flicked on. “Anyway, no one would let us adopt a baby. Felt like it was goin’ be impossible, and we almost gave up. Then we met Pen’s mum.”

“You knew her?”

“Aye. She’s special. Gave us a chance.” Something green and snappish curdles in your stomach. It’s illogical, insane, and you try to beat it back. “We didnae know, obviously, who the dad was goin’ be but, I’m so glad it was him.”

“Did you…”

“Do it naturally?” He wiggles an eyebrow. “Nay. We both donated and she did it at home.”

“And... Simon said she's not in Penny’s life?”

“Not right now. She will be again, one day. She jus’ travels a lot and is really committed to her job. Has no parental rights, nothin’ like that. But she’s not against seeing Penny, the adoption is open.”

“That’s great.” Adoption is delicate, you know. There’s no one size fits all when it comes to nature of it, and you’re relieved to hear it sounds like they have something that’s healthy for Penny, and everyone involved.

“Sorry, thought he would’ve told ye.”

“It didn’t come up, and I didn’t want to… pry. He mentioned she was deaf when I asked about the sign language.”

“Eh, pry all ye want. Ye’re in our life, ye should know these things. And aye, she’s fully deaf. Travels as an interpreter for the U.S. military. Works with some important guy at the top. Dinnae know much about it.”

“That’s really cool.”

“We’re very grateful to her.” He strokes some of Penny’s curls from her forehead, and you look closer, watching for similarities, her chubby cheeks and chestnut dusted dark blonde hair now starting to look reminiscent of Simon, the longer you study her.

“I’m happy for you guys.” He glances from her to you with a beautiful smile, so handsome it makes your chest hurt.

“Me too.”

“I think,” Simon brings two plates with eggs and toast, handing one to Johnny before placing the other on the table by your knee. “We should have a bit of a lie in on the couch, easy day. Bun’s still on leave of absence, and you’re not going anywhere.” He shoots Johnny a pointed look, who holds his hand up as if to say, who me?

“A lie in sounds grand.” He postures, grimacing with a shift. You instinctively try to move towards him, a hand on Pen to keep her in place, but Simon beats you to it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’ jus’ my hip.”

“Let’s eat something and I’ll get your pain meds.” You nod encouragingly.

“Better to take them with something in your stomach.”

“Is it goin’ be like this all the time? Two nursemaids cluckin’ at me?”

“Probably.” You laugh, and Simon shakes his head.

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” Johnny murmurs, voice low. Penny is upstairs, asleep for her morning nap already, both guys settled back on the couch, a tangle of limbs. 

“No.” you whisper. Simon’s head turns, drawing his eye, but the exchange is fleeting.

“How’s your shoulder, bun?” Johnny murmurs, and you half shrug.

“Better. The steroid helped a lot.” The room is heady, and you’re cocooned in its warmth, blazing heat radiating from Simon trying to lull you into a nap like Pen’s.

“Ye can sleep, pretty girl.” Johnny smirks. His legs are thrown over the larger man’s thighs, one gingerly cushioned, the other, lackadaisical and bent.

“It’s so warm in here.” You offer as an explanation, and he agrees.

“Aye. Si’s a furnace.”

“You run pretty warm yourself.” Simon chides, but nods encouragingly at you.

“I need a shower.” It is tempting, to curl up on the couch between them, slip away into safe and comfortable dreamland but… not without a shower. You’re overdue.

“Okay. We’ll be here.”

There isn’t much in this world a shower can’t fix.

Or at least, that’s how this one feels. It’s scalding, so hot the room steams up within a minute, and you relax under the spray, letting it wash over the soreness in your shoulder, cascade down your back.

You linger in it, soaking up the quiet moment, raising your face to the water over and over, letting it rinse you clean.

By the time you get out, you almost feel like a brand-new person.

If only… 

“How was yer shower?”

“Good.” He tries to fidget on the couch, rocking back and forth to make room for you. “Don’t Johnny, you’ll hurt-“

“I’m fine.” He grunts. “I’m still me, ye know. I know ye didnae know me, before, but I dinnae need help wit’ everything.” Your heart cracks.

“I know you don’t.” You think back to your vulnerable patient, the one who cried about being separated from his family, and how far he’s come. It fills you with pride, and something so foreign, so strange, you don’t even recognize. A massive swell of affection, of care. “I’m just… programmed, you know?” You try to soothe him, and he grumbles until you’re slipping into his side, turning to press your face in his chest.

“Sorry, bun. Didnae mean to get frustrated.”

“I know, Johnny.”

The baby monitor crackles.

Johnny shifts restlessly.

“What is it?” you murmur, and he huffs.

“I want to get her. Hate feelin’ useless to my own daughter.” You could…

“Do you… do you want me to grab her? Bring her down here for you?” His eyes light up.

“Would ye? Si’s just in the kitchen, dealing with some laundry. If ye could-“

“Yeah, I got her.”

“Ye’re sure? Yer shoulder…”

“It’s fine, promise.” He holds your jaw briefly, tongue dashing out to lick his lips, and then he kisses you, wet and messy, breathlessly.

“Thanks, bun.”

Penny’s room is dark. You’ve seen it in passing, but never really been inside, and when you flick on the light, she’s already standing in her crib, little face wet with tears.

‘Shhh, it’s alright!” You’re not sure she will calm for you since you’re not one of her dads. You’re practically a stranger in her life, but she reaches for you anyway, arms stretched out, hands grabbing in mid air. “Okay, okay, here we go.” You support her weight with your good arm, tucking her up on your waist, setting her easily on your hip.

At least they’re good for something. 

“There we go. Ready to go downstairs, see Da? Yeah?” You babble, surprised to feel her nappy still dry, and she tilts her head back, pretty eyes and gob smacked expression locked onto you.

Fuck. 

“Hi, baby girl.” You whisper, backs of two fingers gentle on her cheek. “You really do look like your dad, don’t you?” Something springs a leak, cracks slivering wide, a failsafe crumbling in your chest. It stops working, stops processing, because tears are suddenly flooding your eyes, making it hard to see.

Penny coos. You try to take a deep breath.

Get it together. You’re holding their baby. 

Deep breath. 

Pain long buried and forgotten clangs on the rusty iron encasing your heart. It bangs against it, pleads to get out.

For a second, it steals your breath. Almost forces a sob from your throat. Raw edged agony beats wildly through your veins, sharp and acidic, poisoning you from the inside out.

You shove it back where it came from.

You need some air. You need some space, some distance... something that will lessen this feeling, this despair. 

“Alright,” you croak. “Let’s get you downstairs.”

“Where’s…”

“She went up to get Penny.” Simon nods, thumb slipping the monitor’s volume crank higher, head cocked.

“Hi baby girl… you really do look like your dad, don’t you?” He glances at Johnny, who shrugs sheepishly.

“I let it slip.”

“Did you explain everything?”

“Mostly. Didnae want her to think we were together or anything like that.” Simon nods, satisfied, and Johnny’s toes curl a little. He loves seeing that expression on his face, the proud one, the nearly smug one, and he’d do anything for it, again and again. Johnny tilts his chin for a kiss and he obliges, deep and slow, gentle hand on his chest. “You were so good for us earlier. How’re you feeling? Anything sore?” The blood rushes back to Johnny’s cock from the praise alone, and he blushes.

“I feel good.”

“Do ya?”

“Aye. Wanna play with our bunny s’more.” He grows hotter under his clothes, but Simon shakes his head.

“Don’t push it. We’ve talked about this. You have to let her set the pace.” He knows, and he tries, but after this morning, all he can think about is your hand on his cock, your mouth on his, the dazed, lust filled expression on your face as your hips rocked in time with your strokes.

He wants to show you everything they can give you; the way real love is supposed to feel. Not painful and terrifying. But beautiful, and limitless.

“She’s ready for more.” He protests.

“She’s not, Johnny.” He’s using that tone, the one Johnny knows not to argue with, so he concedes.

After all, he doesn’t really want to push you. He wants you to trust them. Love them.

He wants you to feel safe and comfortable. He’ll wait as long as it takes.

“Alright,” your voice sounds heavy, broken. Simon’s head snaps up. “Let’s get you downstairs.”

Penny is dancing in your arms, clapping her hands together with some sort of sign you don’t seem to understand, babbling nonstop.

“Someone’s awake!” you declare, and Johnny holds his arm out, beckoning.

“There they are.” Simon ruffles his mohawk. You almost falter, stuttering in your stance, but your lips quirk into a tiny smile.

“She’s still dry.” You explain, placing her in his side. He wants to pull you down for another kiss, but Penny insists on one instead, open mouth seeking his nose like a bird.

“Ach, alright wee lamb, alright.”

“You okay?” Simon is cautious, trying not to encroach too much when you’re having a hard time, something he’s been instilling in Johnny too. Giving you space, giving you time.

“Bunny? Ye wit' us?” You’re in your head again, drifting. Here, but not really, and he tries to pull back towards them, to safety. To love.

“Yeah, I… uh. I have to run some errands.”

“Where?” Simon asks sharply, and Johnny tries to sit up.

“I have to go to the hospital, fill out some paperwork for leave, and I need to swing by apartment… get some clothes and stuff.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No, no that’s alright. You guys hang out. I won’t be too long.” You look uncomfortable, twisting and turning, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Let me drive you, at least. I can’t stand you taking the train all over the city.” You laugh.

“I’ve grown up on trains and been fine, besides...” You motion to Johnny and Penny on the couch before your arms cross, sprinkle of defiance that has him casting a quick glance to see Simon’s jaw flexing. What choice do they have? 

“Alright. Well, text us to check in yeah?”

You’re gone for hours. Simon takes to pacing, and Johnny can’t soothe him, can’t hold him in the way he wants, can’t walk over and throw his arms around him the way he should be.

It hurts.

“What’s dad doing, hmm Penny? What’s he doing?” He coos, pointing to where his partner is checking his cellphone for the tenth time. She babbles something unintelligible back to him, chin tipped back, gazing in wonder.

Simon’s stress softens, hardness still lingering in worry lines, mouth taut. “‘M sorry.” He murmurs, settling on the couch opposite where Penny is sitting up against Johnny.

“It’s okay. I’m worried too.” He commiserates. It’s the same kind of agony in his heart, the same taste is his mouth, from when he was in hospital. Helplessly laid up and watching you work your way through whatever is chasing you. He clears the lump in his throat. “She’ll be back soon. Right? She wouldnae…” panic erupts in the bottom of his stomach. “She wouldnae just, leave.”

“We don’t know what she would do, love. She’s scared, and she’s smart, and we don’t know who she’s running from.”

“Maybe ye should’ve followed her.” He groans, and Simon gives him a look.

“Thought you didn’t want me doing that now?”

“I dinnae.” He chews on his lip. His abdomen is throbbing, and he reaches for Simon’s hand.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Simon soothes, rubbing a thumb over the back of his knuckles.

“Everythin’ would be easier if I wasnae like… like this.” He grits, frustration laden voice cracking. He’s a mess. A burden, can’t take care of his own family, help Si with Pen, or you. All he can do is lay here, and- 

“Shhh. Don’t say that.” Simon cradles the back of his head, mouth pressed against his forehead. “You’re alive, that’s all I care about. You came home.”

“Feel like I should be doin’ more.”

“The only thing-“ Penny grunts, and Simon plops a finger in her fist, letting her yank and tug on it. “The only thing you need to do is get better, focus on healing. I’m here for the rest, okay?”

“Okay.” He whispers, eyes heavy. The medications knock him out, but it’s better than before, when he was stuck inside dreams, bound to a bed.

“Get some rest, sweet boy. I’ll wake you when she’s back.” He’s already losing the battle, stupor dragging him back under, and bliss clouds his head as he begins to drift.

“‘Kay.”

[pandoraslxna]

❄️ Kinkmas - 03. Lingerie/Stockings ❄️

Jake Sully x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: teasing, age difference, face sitting, scent kink

Jake can’t seem to take his eyes off of you and really, who can blame him if you look like this?

His gaze traces it‘s way up from your delicate ankles, over your calves and up to your soft thighs. His eyes are automatically drawn to the bare strip of smooth skin between the lace-topped stockings and the fringe of those red panties. Your tail nervously curls behind your back, swaying from side to side as he drags his gaze up further, over the garter belt on your hips, and up your stomach and chest, to the deep flustered blush spreading over your cheeks. 

"I‘ve got good taste, don’t you think?" Jake smirks proudly, stepping closer and running his hands along your sides and god damn. He had imagined what you would look like dressed like this dozens -hundreds- of times, but seeing it become reality is something his imagination could never live up to.

"For an old man? Yeah, sure…", you mumble, self-consciously fiddling with the lace of your stocking.

"C’mon. You look fucking fantastic, kid", he grins teasingly. "Delicious enough to eat, actually."

You gulp slightly as his hands tug you close by the straps of your garterbelt, mouth hovering by your ear as he whispers, “What about you, hm? What did you think of my gift?” 

He nips at your ear and neck, almost causing your knees to buckle and you bite your bottom lip to stay focused.

"This is stupid", you grumble, blushing harder as your eyes avoid his lust filled gaze. "I look stupid… in those demon clothes."

Pants and a shirt, that would’ve been one thing, but you hadn’t been prepared for the matching set of human undergarments, lingerie and stockings Jake had called them, as he basically begged you to wear them for him.

Jake laughs at your response, catching you up against him by wrapping one strong arm around your waist. This is all too much, you think, embarrassment burning in your cheeks as you try to pull away, but he only holds you closer. 

"Don’t", he then says seriously. "I’m not laughing at you, I promise. Love that you’re doing this for me." His hands roam down again, gently kneading your ass in both of his big palms and you can’t help but whimper a little.

"You look so hot, baby. Such a pretty little thing, all dressed for me", Jake says breathlessly. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

You hum softly, softer than you’d meant, and his eyes snap up to yours. For a moment, his expression shifts from lust to something more tender, and he cups your face in his hands, tilting your face up for a kiss. 

The smile on his face then turns dirty again as he lets a low groan slip, "C‘mon pretty, get your hands on me, help me undress. You deserve a little treat for being such a good girl", he says, eyeing your reaction. You nod, all too eager to feel him properly.

Quickly, you unfasten his loincloth, allowing it to fall, and him to step out of it.

Perching on the edge of his bed, Jake spreads his legs invitingly, stroking his hands from knee to inner thigh, giving a slow tug to his throbbing cock as watches you. "C‘mere, kid."

You pad forward on bare feet, and when Jake leans forward, he places a teasing kiss to your stomach. A shuddering breath leaves your lips as he suddenly begins to trace his tongue around your navel and down to the hem of your lace panties, and it sends a flash of want through you.

Simultaneously, his hands are sliding up the back of your legs to your ass, hands squeezing your cheeks firmly as he hooks one of your legs up to stand on his thigh, while he buries his nose against your mound. His warm breath seeps through the fabric of your panties and you moan as it ghosts over your clit. 

"Fuck, you smell so good", the words come out rushed and you’re almost scared he’s gonna suffocate himself like this. Not that he seemed to mind. "Want you like is", he groans against you, "feels so good against your cute little pussy doesn’t it? You gonna come in those panties for me, baby girl?”

"Y-Yes", you gasp sharply, and it’s all you can manage when Jake starts to grinds his face against your clothes cunt. He groans as his nose rubs against your clit, his tongue gliding over the fabric adds further to the stimulation and you slowly start to ride his face like this. Your hips buck against his mouth and his hands do little to hold you still.

It doesn’t take long until your hands are tugging harshly on his dreads, guiding him to kiss and lick and rub against the spot you needed him most, until it’s all too much– too hot, too good, and it’s been too long since the last time you did this. You can’t help the tremble of your thighs as you soak through the fabric of your panties, coming with a whiny plea of his name, while Jake hungrily groans against into your pussy.

By the way his still lustful gaze meets yours as he licks his lips and pulls your slip aside, guiding you to sit on his cock, you know that this won’t be the last time he‘ll make you wear those strange human clothes. But the delicious stretch of his throbbing cock as he slowly impales you on it, actually makes you look forward to this, even though you would never admit that out loud.

[grandlinedreams]

|| notes: waves hand i woke up thinking abt this so uhhh enjoy Az being a menace [AS!reader masterlist]

|| warnings: pwp, mention of Aria, Az is whipped and we love it, oral (f receiving), soft sex, reader and Az are just gooey and in love

Azriel is not a morning person by choice.

Given his propensity for liking to be awake in the darker, more solitary hours of the night, it makes sense that he'd prefer to spend early morning still asleep. And he does when he can, when there aren't pressing matters to attend to ㅡ or he did, until his daughter was born.

Azriel loves Aria, truly. The little girl has him wrapped around her tiny finger ㅡ but he can't deny that he'd jumped at the offer Feyre and Rhys had extended of a 'cousin sleepover', snapping up the opportunity for Aria to get to play with Nyx, and for the two of you to get a tiny break from parenthood.

(He'd missed Aria the second she was gone, and the ache that rolled down your end of the bond said you shared the sentiment.)

So when he still wakes to the soft glow of early morning sunrise without the pounce of a small half-Illyrian girl on his body, Azriel groans and reaches for you, snuggling you closer to him.

Either still asleep yourself or half-way between that and consciousness, the way you press against him in answer still makes his heart skip a beat as he silently admires you. Your hair spills over the top of one delicate pointed ear, the rest pooled against the gentle slope of your neck.

There are a handful of marks over the column of your neck, bruises bloomed strawberry pink under the attention of his teeth the night before ㅡ and the memory of the sounds you'd made, both then and underneath his body, makes Azriel's breath catch and his eyes darken.

You have the entire morning to enjoy each other's company, to revel in time that isn't spoken for by both the duty of Night Court and parenthood ㅡ and it's that thought that has Azriel pressing his lips to your neck with intent.

He starts out gentle. Your skin is soft and warm under his touch, but it doesn't take much to fully rouse you out of sleep as a hand finds his hair, followed by a sleepy sigh. "Good morning."

"Morning," he murmurs, pausing his ministrations to look at you properly. "Did you sleep well?"

You nod. "Very," you answer, hand sliding from his hair to cup his cheek, expression softening as he leans into it. "Did you?"

Azriel hums, leaning to press a kiss to youe forehead, then your temple, soft kisses peppered down the curve of your jaw. You let him until he catches a flicker of impatience from you, hard pressed to keep from grinning when you guide him to your mouth for a proper kiss.

It's slow and sweet for the early hour, though it dips into something needier as Azriel deepens it, muffling your soft sound as he moves to cage you underneath him. Your neck tilts to offer him more room when he turns his attention back to the marks he'd left, airy gasp leaving your lips as he nips at your pulsepoint.

He leaves a handful of fresh marks in his wake along your throat and collarbone, and the one he leaves at the top of your breast gets him the curl of your fingers into his hair, making him groan when you tug.

Azriel's not sure he'll ever get enough of the sounds you make, delighting in the choked moan from you as you arch into the warmth of his mouth over your breast.

He leaves both nipples peaked and aching, lips grazing over your ribs to your navel. The hitch of your breath when he stops at your hip makes him smirk.

"You're a menace today," you tell him, but you're far from angry as he nudges your legs apart ans presses kisses to both of your thighs. "What's got you so worked up?"

"You," Azriel answers, savoring your gasp and twitch of your hips when he offers a slow roll of his tongue against your slick folds. His hands are steady against the tremble of your muscles as he gives you his attention in earnest, following every involuntary movement of your body.

His name is a sweet cry on your lips when he digs the tip of his tongue against your clit, hand in his hair tightening as he lets you buck against his face. "Fuck," you whine, and the desperation in your tone makes his length twitch in response.

Your other hand fists into the bedsheets, white-knuckled as you writhe, chest heaving as your mate works you steadily towards your orgasm. The work of his tongue against your slick, aching core is nothing short of sinful, making your eyes roll as searing pleasure mounts in your lower belly.

The tug on his hair and stuttering of your hips against his mouth are the only warnings Azriel gets before you're coming, noises pitching higher as he works you through your orgasm.

Azriel only lets up when you've stopped twitching, soft whimper tumbling from your lips as he kisses his way back up your body. The taste of yourself on his tongue when he kisses you makes you moan, hooking a leg around his hip as your own buck in silent demand.

Azriel enters you slowly, eyes shut tight against the white-hot pleasure that licks up his spine at the way you clench around him. Whether it be for the early hour or simply because he wants to make this last, Azriel's hips rock against yours in a steady, languid pace, intentional in how he sinks as deep into you as he can before sliding back.

Your hands wander over him, eager to touch what you can reach with both your hands and mouth. He shudders when you suck a mark into his own neck, skin sweat-slick beneath your lips. Your fingers curl against his shoulders, mindful to skirt the jut of his wings from his back as you drag them down.

Azriel chokes when your fingertips graze where his wings meet his back and even though you're gentle, the sensitivity of the skin along with the molten warmth of your walls around his length has him snapping his hips against yours roughly a handful of times before he's spilling into you with a low groan.

You aren't far behind, arching into him as you clench around him, milking him for all he has to offer before you go boneless, pressed into the bed by Azriel's weight over you.

The next few minutes are spent in a symphony of soft panting brfore you can find coherency to speak. "Well," you huff, "that's one way to wake up."

Azriel grins against your neck and then lifts his head to look at you. "Are you complaining?"

You snort, but your tone is soft and affectionate as you press a kiss to his forehead. "No, definitely not."

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖: 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐉.𝐘𝐇 ♡

Planet 3564AB

【Synopsis】 : You're a Mercenary, searching for your next job in the galaxy. Little did you know, being stuck on a wateland planet was about to gift you more than just galactic credits.

『Word count』 : 1.51k

-> Genre: Sci-Fi. Smut. Poly.

Paring: Alien!Yunho x Mercenary!Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Neck kisses. Unprotected sex. Anal. Lots of tentacle penetration. Multiple orgasms. Lots of bodily fluids. Dirty talk. Mention of Seonghwa and…laying eggs… I’m sorry, hehe. Hints of a poly relationship. Swearing.

Thank you, My Darling, @yourfatherlucifer, for requesting Yunho for this day. I hope you like it. ♡♡

Note: This is inspired by the amazing @sanjoongie and her absolutely filthy Alien fics she writes. I haven't written much along the lines of Alien/Sci-Fi aus, so her fics definitely helped in navigating the way of writing. (I think i still have a lot of learning with writing smut for aliens, ahah). She's such a kind person and a stunning writer, so please go check her stuff out. ♡

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Stuck on a rogue planet, you had decided to explore some of the caves nearby for any type of supplies but you were at no luck. Your ship's engine had seemly malfunctioned from a strange goop from the waste landed planet's surface. But other than the odd glowing goo dripping from your ship, you didn’t see any on the floor or tailing anywhere. but you soon brushed it off, blaming it could be from the atmosphere, a small life form maybe? Or even something you could have picked up along the way and it’s only affected the machine now.

Either way, you looked around the planet and through an unsuccessful scavenge you found nothing of use to help you. You had called one of your teammates from the same clan as you, San. He said he and Wooyoung would come over from Planet Gem which is just under a day's trip, so it meant you’d been staying the night on this shit-forsaken wasteland. Watching the two bright pink suns slowly begin to set, you had made a border, or a guard of some sort to help protect yourself and most importantly your ship while you were asleep. You had no idea what might be lurking on this seemingly empty planet.

You shifted in and out of consciousness, trying to sleep but something felt off, like something was watching you. That you weren’t alone. You had decided the only way you were going to sleep was to do one more quick sweep of the ship even though you had done a sweep over four times already before going to bed. But one more time, you kept repeating to yourself. And by the time you came to your cock pit the last part of the ship you had still found nothing. the doors were locked and nothing seemed to be inside the ship. Yes maybe something could be wandering outside but you were safe… right?

You go to leave to pilot room but when you open the sliding door you're met with a large body running into you. Everything was happening so quickly that you couldn’t even see what had grabbed you. A wet lanky object wrapped around your ankle, holding you against your captain's chair while another smooth, long object held your wrists locking them above your head. You thrashed, trying to push the creature off you, fearing it might be here to kill you but as another lanky object glided over your navel, you knew what it wanted.

“G-Get off me!!” You try to throw the beast but it only chuckled, with a deep velvet voice. His blue-ish skin was caught in your view its dark eyes caught your attention. It was a man, well mostly. Soft and fair freatures of a handsome man stared at you for a moment, his sharp teethed smile making you shiver. His body was board and a slip-like opening was painting the middle of his chest. It was opened slightly, letting yet another Tentacle spill out making it grab your other ankle, now successfully holding you open for the creature to shift himself between your spread legs. His large hands took a handful of fabric from your sleep shirt, ripping it off without a thought. You gasp, feeling your bare chest being tickled by the cold air. Your nipples were achingly hard, his face dipped down latching onto your buds sucking in harshly while a socked tentacle wrapped around your other one pinching it. “Fuck!”

Your body was burning, slipping under the control of the creature. Your mind became so foggy all you could do was whimper, no longer fighting him. He seemed to notice kissing up your neck until he found your lips, locking his with your plump ones. His very long tongue explored your mouth, making you gag slightly as the wet appendage almost went down your throat. His fingers hooked under your sleep short ripping them apart along with your underwear. Tears swelled up on the corners of your eye, feeling his tentacles spread your ass cheeks while another one poked at your tight asshole. He pulled away letting you breathe, coughing out while your saliva dripped from your chin.

 “I’m gonna fill you up. Breed you, my mate…hmm you smell so good.” The alien rambles repeating the words along the line of ‘breed,’ mate’, ‘fuck’. you weren't really paying attention, mind melting from the feeling of his appendages playing with your holes. His tentacle slipped inside your ass making you cry, having not prepped you properly. But the burn was so pleasurable you couldn’t complain. He fucked you fast, making you feel like you were going to tip over the edge. Your hazy eyes watching him sit up slightly, watching his tentacle fuck you. He was groaning at the sensation of your tight ass wrapped around him. Another wet limb slipped out of the gap in his chest moving down to snake around his cock. Pumping him in time with him fucking your ass. His fingers pinched your clit while the other free one squeezed your breast. The feeling was enough to send you over the edge, coming around nothing. While squirting on him. He bit his lip coming also all over your tummy and chest while his tentacle empty his load in your ass as well. You were covered in his seed, while he was soaked in your juices. But that didnt stop him. He needed more.

“I’m gonna breed you now, my mate.” He moaned, placing his hands on either side of your hips, lifting you up so your back laid awkwardly on the large chair and your feet dangled on either side of his huge body. His cock inches inside you in one clean motion while his tentacle had stayed still deep in your other tight hole, holding your ass cheeks apart. He thrust in a quick snap, making you gasp for air. His cock was just what your body needed. He watched you intensely, your mouth agape and mind gone. Your body was his to use as he pleased. All of his wet limbs could have their fun, filling all the holes they could find. Two in your ass, one slipping into your mouth making you lazily suck to and another two slipping slowly into your soaked cunt beside his cock filling you more than you’d ever been before.

“Fuck, Fgmnng mnnyu…” You rambled against his long wet appendage, making the alien grin. You were so full of him and he was living for every moment.

“You gonna cum baby? Hmm? Come on, make a mess on my cock.” the snap of the creature's hips sent your body into overdrive, making you squeeze his cock, coming down fast from your high. Your cunt clenched milking him for every drop he had, as he also came inside your ass and mouth, successfully filling you in every hole. His grip loosened, and all his limbs left you, making you feel empty. His tentacles unbound themselves from your wrists and ankles, letting your aching body sit upright on the defiled captain's chair. You rubbed your wrists while catching your breath, watching all the alien's tentacles slip back into the opening in his chest before he seals shut. You clicked your tongue, leaning back.

“What have I told you about stowing away on my ship,” you said sternly in between pants, but in truth, you were to mad at him.

“Seonghwa got to lay his eggs with you just before you left and I didn’t have time to tell you about the mating season. So I thought the logical to just come with you…” He spoke rather fast, “To be fair I didn’t know how long you were going to be and I didn’t want to spend it with Mingi again…” There was nothing wrong with Mingi, in fact, he loved the Altean but he needed his mate. You sighed, knowing the journeys you take sometimes last longer than anticipated but still, he didn’t need to hide away and goop your ship engine up just to fuck you.

“Okay…But just so you know, San and Wooyoung will be here from first light to bring supplies to fix what you damaged…” you crossed your arms over your bare chest feeling the stickiness of his seed. God, you needed a shower.

“Well then, let's shower and fucks some more before they arrive I’m sure once they smell my scent on you they’ll want a parting gift before they go back to base..” like he had read your mind, he wiggled his eyebrows, picking you up so your legs would wrap around his hips.

“You’re going back with them you realize. I’m warning you.” you groaned at him, resting your head on his chest as he walked to the shower bay. He kisses the top of your head before chuckling;

“I like to see you try.”

[izurou]

⋆ .˚ 𖤐 — ft. JEAN KIRSTEIN ⋮ contains: f! reader. penetrative sex. a creampie. pet names. religious ish themes. the loml <3

“pardon me?”

the soft sound of jean’s voice billows out over your figure—low and a little coarse as he teeters between realms of consciousness.

he has no one to blame but himself, he knows it.

he’s the one who drove it into that pretty head of yours—a mantra he’s been preaching since the beginning of your relationship; if you ever need anything, wake me up. of course, he was thinking more along the lines of bad dreams, or bumps in the night—not knowing this would or could ever pop up as a possible cause for concern.

nevertheless here you are, straddling his hips with a sweet smile and a not so sweet request—one he would only ever expect to receive in his dreams.

“tire me out, jean.”

“huh?” his voice cracks a little—evidence of both his drowsiness and his disbelief. he may be tired, but he’s not stupid—he knows exactly what you want, he just can’t figure out if it’s real or not.

“i can’t sleep,” you hum as you lace your fingers with his—revelling in the sheer size difference, the way his palms swallow yours whole. “please?”

he allows the thought to swirl around in his head for a moment, and he comes to the conclusion that, while he would truly love to fuck your brains out right now—give you orgasm after orgasm until you’re both nothing but babbling messes of each other, he’s just too tired.

“of course baby,” he chuckles lightly, “go ahead.”

translated, he means that you’re free to do as you please, use him as you see fit—which isn’t quite what you had in mind, although doing all the work yourself sure as hell would put you to sleep.

“you’re such a pillow princess,” you tease, leaning in closer as he uses his hands to hold you up.

“yeah?” he challenges, knowing the unintentional rut of your hips against his is everything but. “do i not eat y—”

before he has the chance to argue that he buries his face in between your legs whenever your little heart desires, you kiss him—passionate and slow, humming into his mouth with intentions far from pure.

it doesn’t take much to get him going—the mere thought of you needing him this bad has a wave of euphoric bliss travelling at top speed to both his ego, and his cock. not that you’re above such a feeling—the sinful amount of arousal gathered between your thighs would beg to differ.

you pull back into an upright position, wiggling off the growing bulge beneath his boxers just enough to peel the fabric down. he’s only semi hard—but he’s big, and oh so heavy in your hand.

“what’re you waiting for?” he mumbles—patience dwindling with each teasing pass of your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

“know who you sound like right now?” you smile, using one hand to bunch your shirt up near your navel, while the other lines his tip up with your slick entrance.

“you,” he hisses, watching you sink down on his length—eyes screwing shut as he melts into the warm hug of your tight, silky cunt.

a moan spills past your lips as you start to move, and all that smug confidence vaporizes into thin air—forcing you to plant a palm on either side of his head just to keep from collapsing.

you find yourself on the stairway to heaven rather quickly, losing the ability to focus on anything but how good it feels to slowly rock your hips—each and every languid drag of his cock better than the last. he’s so thick, and he fills you up so well, but little do you know—he’s yet to ascend.

“you call this tiring yourself out?” he says, grin plastered to his face as he grabs onto the fat of your hips. you still completely, albeit reluctantly, and squint at him.

before you can even open your mouth, you’re on your back with him hovering above—a chiseled outline, illuminated by the streetlights seeping in through the window.

“let me, baby,” he purrs, face coming into focus as he leans down to press a sweet, loving kiss to your forehead. he then sits back on his heels and guides your legs over his thighs—pushing back inside you with a low groan.

he shoves the pesky fabric of your shirt upwards, ultimately deciding to stuff the excess of it in your mouth to ensure his view isn’t obstructed, and oh god—this is perfect.

you—with your pretty tits on display, and your oh so eager pussy greeting him with a squelch each time he thrusts into you. his nails carve crescent moons into your skin, but you still arch into his touch—whimpering into the cotton that occupies your mouth, soaking it with your verbal desire.

it all feels a little criminal, but the choir of angels between his ears tell him it’s alright—keep going.

he presses a thumb flat against your clit, earning himself the prettiest, muffled little moan, and the pleasure of watching you buck your hips towards him in the most deliciously pathetic way.

“shhhh, i know baby,” he coos, slowing his pace when he feels your cunt clamp down onto him—though brief, he knows you’re close. “whenever you’re ready, sweetheart.”

he gives you a few more sharp thrusts before he heeds the advice of the little being sitting on his shoulder. he stills his hips, but doesn’t pull out—just places two fingers on your clit and rubs fast circles, easily sending you over the edge.

you see stars—every shade from yellow to white as you screw your eyes shut and cum, pulsing on his cock with squirmy hips and fistfuls of sheets. your body can’t decide what it wants, all of him or none—your hands push his away, but your pussy sucks him in—a devilish contradiction.

he’s not above the feeling either—mouth hanging open as choppy, laboured breaths slip out, chest heaving in time with the spurts of cum he shoots into you—because how could he not? there’s a slice of heaven laying right in front of him.

“fuck,” he breathes out—senses returning as he comes down from his high. carefully, he removes the drool stained shirt from your mouth and tugs it over your head, discarding the fabric altogether.

“jean i, i take it back,” you pant, still lacking your sense of pride, obviously.

“i figured you’d say that,” he grins, leaning down to run his thumb along your bottom lip, but oh—the subtle movement causes his still sheathed cock to slip a little deeper. “tired yet, baby?”

you bite down on your lip and shake your head no, and he kisses you, hungrily.

“figured you’d say that too,” he mutters, ghosting his lips down your neck, and between the valley of your breasts.

the thought of fucking you a second time crosses his mind—perhaps in a different, more intimate position, but then he hears it—a little voice in his ear that tells him it’d be awfully rude if he didn’t clean up his mess first.

so he listens, he goes further—until his mouth is hovering over your messy pussy, and he knows that for this, he has no one to thank but himself.

[alienpossession]

Mode of Infiltration: Shower

NASA and the other space scientist weren't too far off when they predicted that the highest possible form of an alien would be something small or even in liquid-form. Lucky for those extraterrestrial creature, Earth consisted of around +70% water, ensuring their ability to infiltrate human society stealthily

But won't you realize that sudden change of texture or even temperature when you mind your own business under the shower head and instead of drops of water hitting your body, something slimy instead slid all over your body. Osman here realized it when his post-shower gym suddenly turned into a nightmarish situation as he felt something slimy trickled down his body.

He dashed out from his shower in shock as he witnessed the slimes coagulated into bigger form within the shower stall. But before he can try to run outside his bathroom and warn his wife, his sons and his younger brother, the numbing component of the slime caused him to stuck as he found himself unable to move a single muscle in his body. Before long, the slimes that coagulated in his shower made their travel upward the ridges and peaks of Osman's body before sliding in comfortably into his brain, where they then take control of his body

Kevin experienced the same fate hundreds of miles away in the sunny Ibiza. He just wanted a peaceful shower, but then the weird goopy "splat" sound surprised him. He thought a bird dropped its poop or something since the shower stall in this particular beach has no sun shade or anything. But he found nothing with his naked eyes. If only he focused a little, he might found the translucent alien that already pooled in the shower floor.

When Kevin left the stall, it was no longer Kevin in control of his own body as the alien managed to repress his consciousness and begin his exploration of the party-heavy island.

Luis also no longer in control of his body when he kissed the love of his life, Justin. But, Justin have no clue about it. Plus, the alien that controlled Luis split a little part of itself to enter Justin. As both men kissed, the alien that blended smoothly with Luis' saliva managed to startled Justin who then quickly taken over by that small alien part. They went on for more kisses afterwards as Luis practically pumped Justin with extraterrestial sentient.

And again, this is not just simply about shower shower. You can be possessed even in chlorinated pool water without you ever realized as the see-through, water-like alien shot itself into your brain by sliding itself into the not-so-tight-fitting swimming shorts you wore.

But in some random cases, even being showered with affection might be the cause of people's downfall as certain liquid alien managed to sort themselves inside fancy wine upon landing. Not a single soul would even be able to realize that his supposed friend didn't just spray him with champagne, it's an alien sentient that marged itself with one of human's favorite drink, and they did it successfully.

His friend, his teammates, are not necessarily what they looked like as they got taken over earlier than him. But it's not just the team getting affected, business partners and media crews that gathered to witness and document them after their historic win also affected by the suds and whatever remnant of the champagne as those watery substance quickly slid into people's ear, nose, mouth and even navel, rendering them to be nothing but mere passenger on their own body.

All in all, these aliens are indeed very elusive, and with so many type of them with differing abilities, there's still many more mode of infiltration these extraterrestrials have that need to be uncovered. This one is rather stealthy, taken people by surprise but certainly far from brutal. Yet, that is not always the case and we are going to go through some of them in the next edition

[vanderilnde]

HEAR ME OUT

while i believe simon would never cheat on the love of his life, i do also believe that living in close quarters with someone; sustaining the plight of near-death experiences together; and the intrinsic bond that comes with suturing up a teammate that took a bloody bullet for you, may prompt some second thoughts in simon’s mind, and may inspire a mean little devil on his shoulder. let me elaborate:

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"You're a fuckin' muppet," he grunts.

The words come from the hull of Simon's throat—brutish in how he smoulders you with his stare—and is succeeded by a plume of smoke thereafter. "A real fuckin' muppet."

"So are you," you counter.

The hind of his spine straightens. It's in a stint of disbelief, because you’re a sergeant back-talking your lieutenant. Simon’s eyes follow the streamline of your gaze, and he freezes. He sees what you're focused on: his ring.

Or, rather, his lack thereof.

In place of his wedding stack, you notice, a loop of pale skin winks at you instead. It stands out from the rest of Simon's skin—slightly tanned, welted, with distending divots and a gossamer of blisters. It's ugly, and even uglier in the stark absence of his thin, gilt band.

Simon's not wearing his wedding ring.

His consciousness is impaired and belatedly catches up to him. And when it does, Simon burns his tongue soot-stained as he sharply inhales and invites a layer of ash to slip past his throat. He coughs, eyebrows pursed in the silvery glow of moonlight.

"This ain't about me."

Ash falls off his cigarette as Simon crudely taps it against his forefinger. He secures the cigarette with the threshold of his lips and bitterly continues, "You wanted to take a bullet meant for me, no? Earned yourself a psych eval."

"Price'll let me on the field even if I fail," you sneer.

"Your responsibility's to follow orders, not play hero–"

A scoff bubbles from your throat and collapses Simon's sentence. "You're in no place to be talking about responsibilities, L.T.–"

"Quiet," he snaps, like a dog on a leash that's too long and had its favourite toy pried from its paws. Simon's a rottweiler, baring his fangs and barking at you through the iron cage of his gritted teeth.

His chest rises and falls. Ribbons of scratch marks from your nails decorate his chest, down to his navel.

You scoff. “You're a fucking liar.”

Simon clenches his fist. A cold breeze slips past you both, ebbing over your breathing gun injury. The injury that he'd dressed this afternoon. Like atonement; like he was licking your wounds with his tail tucked between his legs; like a fervent kiss.

Because Simon isn't just a liar to the woman he said his vows to in a church in Manchester; he's a liar to you, for swearing that this—what ever this is, this little parasite between you—isn't real.

Something like the humid mass of guilt sticks to your flesh as you remember the lady who always picks him up for R&R; who he has as his background on his phone; who holds the other half of his wedding band—which isn't on his finger—and which hasn't been on Simon's finger for a long time, even though his "I don't want to endanger her" excuse is getting stale.

Simon stares at you. In the middle of his tent, in the middle of the desert, in the blip of what seems like frozen time.

He's backed into a corner, beseeching with his eyes to not confront whatever somatic presence orbits around you. Bringing him and his wife apart, and bringing the two of you together. Not only on missions, but at the dead of midnight, too. In the dark corners of Simon's office. Wherever there's a blind spot at Hereford's base. In a fickle tent as you two scope out the enemy.

Quietly, under the howling breeze, he whispers, "I know."

Simon's wedding band sits on his cot back at Hereford.

Simon's wife sits in Manchester.

Simon's sin lays beside him. Naked, sweaty, swathed in cheap bedsheets.

You're pricked by the spindle of his tongue, bleeding a mosaic across your body. It's a bullet wound, and it's a pair of lips, and its passion. A palette of hickey's and kisses and bite marks.

Testaments of territory Simon had left on you the night before.

[mochie85]

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Summary: You wake up in Loki's bed the morning after as you try to ascertain exactly what is going on between you and the seductive god. A/N: This follows The Chase. This is also for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration. Happy Birthday, my love. I'm sorry this was late. I used one of your fluff prompts and made it dirty 😆🤭. "Are you really so oblivious?" Suggested Song: "Wicked Games" by Kiana Ledé (video after fic) Word Count: Over 1.9K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut; fingering, P in V, Oral.

“Oh, pet. Is all this for me?” Loki growled appreciatively. He swiped his fingers through your folds causing you to whimper at his cold touch. He flicked your sensitive bud as he captured your lips in a heated kiss.

You could feel him, but it wasn’t enough. You held on tighter, wanting him closer. You ran your fingers through his curls and held on to his face as you met his lips with a passion of your own.

“I could get used to this every morning,” he said as he inserted two of his fingers inside your eager pussy making you moan into his mouth. “Waking up with you next to me. Wet and ready.” He began rimming his fingers around as he rubbed your nub with his thumb. “Would you like that, darling?”

“…Loki…” you whimpered, and your brows furrowed. But the feeling was…incomplete. You felt empty. Starved for his touch. You wanted to feel him closer to you. You writhed your hips, edging him to go deeper as he inserted a third finger inside you.

“I can make you scream every morning,” he exhaled, grinding his hips along with his fingers.

“Yes Loki, please!” You moaned out loud.

The sound of your loud moans woke you from your own slumber. Your consciousness slammed back into your body, waking you up from your delicious dream.

You turned over to find Loki hovering above you. His eyes gleamed with promise as he kissed his way down to the valley of your breast. You felt your legs forcefully widen as Loki separated your knees and positioned himself in between them.

Your thighs ached from last night. The spreader bar Loki used prevented you from closing them completely leaving you in an uncomfortable position.  “Loki,” you moaned.

“I woke up to the most wonderful noise this morning,” he teased as he licked and nipped the underside of your breasts, heading towards your navel. His lips were soft and plush. His hands were warm as they rested on your abdomen, keeping you pinned to the bed. “You were saying my name. Chanting it even. And I had yet to touch you.” His fingers dug into your supple thighs. “Wider,” he commanded, and you obeyed, without demur, feeling the soreness spread throughout your legs.

“Good girl,” he praised. You could feel his hot breath on you. Every word he spoke sent a vibration to your core. His tongue would lash out and just miss your sensitive nub, teasing you with every syllable out of his mouth.

It felt like your dream. His presence surrounded you but still, you wanted more. “…Loki…” you whined softly.

“Hmm. That’s exactly what you sounded like. What were you dreaming about, precious?”

“I…umh…” you stuttered as Loki’s lips hovered over your dripping cunt. He made it so impossible to think. Especially so soon after waking up. “Loki. No.”

“No? Would you like me to stop?” To his credit, he did stop, waiting for your reply.

“Yes!...No! No…don’t stop!”

“That’s my girl,” He turned his attention back to your thighs as he watched you fall further into your desire. His eyes were clear and bright as he made a show of biting you and then sticking his tongue to soothe the bruise that will show there eventually.

“I just…mmhmm…you said you would answer my questions this morning!” And you know you wouldn’t get any of them answered if he continued the way he was.

“Of course, my dear. You can ask me anything. Go ahead.” He held your eyes calculatedly as he licked one strong stripe up your lips and flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves. “…If you can,” he grinned.

The sight of his messy curls in between your legs sparked a wave of arousal inside you. Your body betrayed you as he teased you mercilessly and aggressively. His soft lips sucked and parted on your skin. His tongue licked around your sex, making you dizzy and needy.

“I can’t answer until you ask a question, love,” he rumbled, trying to get your mind to focus.

“I…mmhmm…Loki,” you mewled as he took another strong lick up your folds. “I can’t think when you’re…”

“That’s the game, darling.”

“You and your games!” you tried to protest but Loki latched his lips around your sensitive bud causing you to scream out loud.

“Ask!” he growled into your dripping cunt as he pulled you closer to his mouth.

You released the deep breath you held and gave in. His grip on your thighs and the promise of his tongue made you squeeze internally. “Fine! You-you said…hmm…”

“Hmm…what did I say, dearest?” he whispered as he ran his tongue over the hood of your clit.

“You said you liked me?”

“Yes.” Loki nodded his head. His nose brushed up against your sensitive nerve as he answered, making you squirm underneath him.

“H-how long?”

“Ah, ah, ah. My turn. And you still haven’t answered my first question,” he sighed naughtily. “What were you dreaming about?” He nuzzled against your heated skin, made sensitive by his dangerous mouth. He held his face upward, waiting for your answer. You tried to lift your hips to get in contact with his wicked tongue, but his arms held you down firmly. “My needy girl. Answer the question and I’ll be merciful.”

“I-I…my dream was a-bout you,” you whined. He smiled and dipped his head against your aching pussy, kissing it as if it were your mouth. You bit your lips at the sensation. “How long?” you asked him.

“Clever girl. Now you’re getting it,” he commended through your heady moans. “Since the first moment, I saw you.” He answered your question.

Loki flexed his jaw. His voice sent tiny vibrations to your already sensitive cunt. Loki nudged his nose up again, positioning his mouth over your sex. “What was I doing in your dream?” he asked before he took another strong lick up your folds.

“Ahhm-m. Me.” You yelled out grabbing the pillow by your head. “You were doing me.”

“What was I doing to you in your dream?” he asked cheekily.

You bit your lip and pushed his head down onto your dripping cunt, making him kiss you and suck on you. “No, no,” you teased. “It’s my turn to ask the question,” you said breathlessly. Loki chuckled at your confidence. He obliged by closing his eyes and moaning his praise into your dripping sex.

“Fuck, Loki. I’m so…”

“Ask!” he growled.

“Me? Me… Why me?” you panted.

“Are you really so oblivious?” he asked.

“That counts as your next question.” You laughed. “You’ve asked me two and I haven’t gotten answers to mine yet! You scoundrel!” Loki sucked on your clit hard as a warning, making you scream out from the slight pain. His tongue soothed and caressed it while his lips latched onto the surrounding folds making you buck into his face.

You both grew impatient. You didn’t think you could last any more questions with him constantly attacking you like he did.

Loki growled. His fervor and desire ruling all rational thought. “I love that you’re intelligent,” he said as he flattened out his tongue and lapped the juices flowing from your cunt.

“…Loki…”

“I love how clever you are.” He said giving your sensitive clit a soft kiss. “I love how you’re willing to play my games.” He laughed as he kissed his way up your stomach.

He knelt up on the bed, towering over your lustful figure beneath him. His eyes were wild taking in your heavy breathing. Your glowing skin. And how utterly besotted you were when you looked at him.

Your eyes were hooded and pleading, missing his tongue. Your mouth was open, ready to beg him to continue.

“And by the Norns, you look absolutely sinful laying on my bed the way you are now.” He lined his hard cock at your entrance and slammed his way inside your tight folds.

Both of you cried at the feeling of finally being joined together. “You beautiful creature.” He said taking himself out and drilling back in. “…unnh… The way you look at me,” he grunted. “The way you moan for me. The way you call out my name.”

His thrusts started getting faster and faster. He lifted your hips and sat them on top of his thighs. The new angle and position allowed him to go deeper and harder. Fucking up into your tight cunt.

His hands held your waist down as he used you as leverage to thrust deeper and deeper inside you. “Come for me, darling. I love the way you look when you come for me,” he said with eyes slanted and his mouth ready to scream his release.

You obeyed. The breathless tightening of your muscles, balling up inside you. The definitive explosion of your desire released itself through your screaming of his name. You gripped the sheets next to you. Your walls spasmed around his large girth as he moaned out your name and fell into his own release.

After his breathing evened, Loki chuckled and crawled his way up to you. He laid beside you, turning your body towards him as he held you in his embrace. “Was that anything like your dream?” he smiled.

You reached for his face to pull him closer to you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you kissed him zealously. Your fingers pulled his hair, making him moan and hold you tighter. “This was better than my dream.”

“Tell me what happened, and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

You giggled at his cheesy line. “Is that one of your questions?”

“No more questions,” he said. “I haven’t the patience for them when you’re already wrapped in my arms.”

“Can I ask one more, then? Just one?”

“What do you want to know?” he said scooting closer to you.

“What is this? Between us? What are we?”

“That’s three questions.” He taunted. “This is a very good morning...A very. Good. Morning.” He said flicking your hardened nipple with his thumb. “Between us is a mutual attraction that I’d like to explore further. And as to what we are…What do you want us to be?”

You didn’t know how to answer that question. You’ve slept with each other twice now. You didn’t want to sound desperate and clingy and say that you wanted an exclusive relationship. But you also didn’t know how deep this attraction between the two of you was. Was it just earth-shattering sex? Can the two of you get along without it?

“Stop thinking.” He said, noticing your silence and worried look.

“I wanna know how you really feel about me.”

“I think I just told you while I made you scream out my name.” he teased. You recounted what he said. You were clever and intelligent. He loved that you were willing to play his games with him.

“Is this all just a game to you, then?”

“No. What made you think that?” You started to get up from his bed, detangling yourself from his embrace. He doesn’t love you. Of course, he doesn’t. He just wanted a toy. Someone new to play with. “Why? Why come into my room last night?! Why seek me out then?” Loki’s voice grew angrier and louder as he watched you get dressed.

The blissful moment that you both shared just moments ago shattered into pieces. “It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.”

“A mistake?” Loki looked hurt and angry. You put on your clothes that were neatly laid out on his table. You couldn’t get out of his room fast enough. “Fine. We all learn from our mistakes. This will never happen again.”

You opened his door and yelled, “Fine!”

“Fine!” he yelled back as you slammed his door closed, leaving him to seethe in his pain.

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pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: part four of bad girl. you wake up with joel in his hotel room the next morning. you're interrupted.

warnings: joel is actually a fucking sweetheart, angst, stepcest, infidelity, unsafe piv, very slight somno, hand jobs, smut and then anxiety, a shocking lack of calling him daddy, age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is mid-40s), joel miller is born to be a little spoon, soft and gentle ???, idk this got a lil romantic, no one gets to nut

a/n: a direct continuation to bad girl pt 3. someone's gonna find out something. it's a short lil thing but i wanted to write it, and i really hope y'all enjoy 💕

you wake up with golden sunlight pooling through gauzy hotel curtains and it's so goddamn pretty you're not even mad you forgot to draw the blackout curtains.

at some point, you'd both rolled over in the night. now, you were the big spoon, and joel was drooling into his pillow, ass flush with your crotch, silver-streaked hair splayed every which way, occasionally fluttering lightly with his breathing.

you draw a hand gently down his chest, reaching down to rest at his waist. you love feeling his skin, mapping out constellations in the scars and freckles. love the softness of flesh around his navel, his happy trail, the rise and fall of his lungs as sleeps peacefully.

really, you'd only planned to rest a hand on his tummy for bit, but your hand is barely to his navel when you your pinkie runs into his exceptionally hard cock, caught leaking and hard in the waistband of his boxers. at that slightest bit of contact, joel automatically ruts up towards your and, and then his head is rubbing against the flat of your palm.

you're not sure if he's consciously or unconsciously grinding against you, and there's only one way to find out.

"you awake, joel?" you ask.

he grunts in response. "a little. just felt your hand on me. felt good."

"want me to keep going?"

"please-"

you press your palm into him, stroking down his entire length. you can feel his veins, even through his underwear, and his cock feels heavy and hot. he moans deeply and rolls his hips, cock pressing into your palm with even more pressure. you yank down the waistband of his boxers and let his cock spring free.

giving a few tentative strokes, you pump his length, brushing a thumb over his leaking head and smoothing the slick over him in gentle circles. you wrap your hand around him in a tight grip and he immediately starts fucking into your fist.

"feels so good, baby," he tells you, and you can tell he's more awake now than he was a minute ago, but he's still a little dreamy. almost more content than you've ever seen him.

"like making you feel good, joel," you say, and you feel a content grumble from his chest. he tilts his head back onto your shoulder and his limitless brown eyes look up into yours.

"such a fuckin' angel, honey, so fuckin' good to me, makin me feel so goddamn nice."

encouraged, you stroke his cock in longer, firmer, more languid strokes. you feel his thighs shudder, just a little, and that little shake along with his groan of "oh babyyyy-" and he's right on the edge, you know it.

but then he pushes your hand aside back. "wait," he says, and you deflate a little. he rolls over so he's facing you, and his cock is pressing between your bodies.

"i wanted to make you come," you tell him, a little put out, and it's so endearing he can't help but grin.

"well," he cups your cheek, "i wanna have a lazy morning here with you. i wanna fuck you slow. and i won't be able to fuck you the way i know you want if i come now. remember, i got an old man refractory period, 'specially when i'm a lil hungover."

you roll your eyes in concession, and he leans in to kiss you. you kiss him back, deep and honeyed. lazy in a way you never knew you could find comfort in. you hitch one leg above his hip, opening your core to him, and he groans when he feels your wetness glide against the head of his cock. you pull him in with the leg you wrapped around him and he presses in deep, both of you so aroused the action meets no resistance, is smooth and wet and slick.

he fucks you, slow and deep and with more tenderness than either of you knew he could muster, your hands tangled in his hair, his hands ghosting over every part of your body. he cups your breasts, feels the curve of your hip, the flesh of your ass, the softness of your thigh. it's intoxicating.

his phone buzzes, pulling you out of the moment. joel huffs and tosses the phone aside without looking at the number. it lands with a soft thunk towards the corner of the room.

"ignore that, baby," he tells you, "eyes on me, now, you only focus on me."

"yes, joel-"

you're staring into one another's eyes, and it's the kind of thing that if almost any of the people you'd hooked up tried to do, you'd either feel self conscious, or it'd feel silly and awkward. but with joel, it's a grounding force, holding you in place as he fucks into you, deeper and deeper. at one point, you realise he has his hand hooked under your knee and he's pulling you even tighter towards him. you feel the grind his hips against yours each time he bottoms out.

then his fucking phone buzzes again.

he hisses, and throws his phone a death glare from across the room, and then turns back to you.

"i'm sorry baby, it's fuckin annoying, but it ain't important."

"you sure?"

"you are the only thing i wanna do right now."

you press your forehead against his and snort. "okay, joel."

he picks his rhythm back up, and it's only moments before you're both writhing and moaning against each other, swept up in pure sensation.

"fuck-," you say as the the sensation builds and builds and builds. "i'm gonna come, joel, getting so close-"

he swipes his thumb against your clit, adding more delicious stimulation. you're right on the edge, and then-

thunk thunk thunk

heavy-fisted raps strike the hotel room door. you jump a little, pulled completely out of it, and joel curses and throws on a hotel robe.

"fuck," you say, suddenly terrified. "there's no way that's my mom, is there?"

he looks at you and shakes his head rapidly, but steps silently towards the peephole and peers out.

"god fucking dammit," he says, but his shoulders relax and he opens the door a crack.

"rise and shine, big brother," you hear the voice from the other side of the door. his brother. fuck. of course it's his brother, you're the one crashing in joel's hotel room when he's meant to be part of a bachelor party weekend. it's so fucking obvious now. and he sounds so cheerful, you'd be annoyed if you weren't revelling in how annoyed joel seemed.

"hey tommy," joel says, and he's holding the door ajar awkwardly as if to prevent "it's still early, right? thought we didn't have another event for a couple hours yet."

"we were gonna grab breakfast, remember?"

"ah, shit. nearly forgot about that! can you give me a half hour or so? not quite ready to go."

"sure," he shrugs, "i'll hang out while you get yourself together."

you're trying to stay out of the line of sight, so you don't see what's happening but you can guess.

joel says "noo," and there's some sort of thunk and then tommy laughs and says "you know, i thought you were being kinda weird."

"not being weird," joel says

"joel. be honest with me," tommy teases, "do you have a girl in there?"

you can picture the scowl that's almost definitely on joel's face right now with precision.

"ha, i knew it!" tommy smirks.

then you hear a small commotion, which sounds like tommy's pushing at the door and joel's pushing back against him and then they're pushing each other a little bit (you think? maybe? but it does feel very siblings of them) and then joel shouts "this ain't a fuckin' joke, tommy".

as you're still clearly very naked in his bed, you see tommy bound in and hold a hand out towards you, and say "hi, i'm tommy, i'm joel's brother."

and then he experiences some flicker of recognition and he turns to joel. "hey, don't she look like your wife's daughter?"

"jesus christ, tommy," joel says, hand cradling his forehead.

it's only a moment longer before it clicks. you know it, you know it, you-

"oh, shit," tommy says, eyes wide, darting rapidly between you and joel.

you shrug, trying to play it cool even though your stomach is sour and your heart is racing. there aren't exactly guidelines for this situation.

"fuck," joel sighs, perches on the bed next to you, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. a silent you ok?

"well tommy," he exhales, "i guess you'd better sit down."

[cherrysha]

Ritual

Summary: Choso Likes sneaking into ur room when ur out on missions...

Warnings: Stalker Choso, Invasion of Privacy, Masturbation

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: This was a blurb from a bigger fic that just felt a little too bloated,,, and if you've seen this before its because i posted it on a backup acc! also if formatting is off, ill fix it in the morning <3

It’s a secret. Something he doesn’t plan on letting anyone else know, something he doesn’t ever want you to find out either. Something that, deep down, he knows he should be ashamed of, but he does it anyway.

The halls are quiet as he creeps across the wooden floors of the teacher’s dorms. Lamplight flickers, moths lazily flitting around them as his shadow blinks in and out of existence, the only proof of his late night rendezvous. Rounding the corner, his eyes sharply analyze the inky darkness, ears tuned in to the listless noise of the night, crickets chirping and the sound of trickling water from the koi pond outside. Easily he finds his way, knowing the path all too well. When he approaches the door, the knob lets out little more than a dry creak at the pressure of his hand, but he’s still careful of how the old wooden door moans in protest at his intrusion.

Your room is as quiet as it usually is when he makes these visits. You’re always gone, off on some mission he knows with certainty is below your pay grade. It leaves an ache in his heart he won’t admit to but still feels every time you leave. A deep-seated worry for your safety. He knows your capable, but then again, he had deemed his younger brothers capable of holding their own too.

He soundlessly closes the door before rubbing his sweaty palms on the pajama bottoms Yuuji picked out for him. Still trying to figure out if he likes this new style of dress, arguably finding his robes more comfortable to wear.

When he steps deeper into the room he’s greeted by the sweet smell that tends to linger around you, and it calms the mad thumping of his heart. Your room is neat, organized, like it usually is whenever you leave. Your bedsheets, however, are a different story, and his hand’s twitch that the sight of them. It’s been too long since he’s had this pleasure, its sick, he knows, but he finds solace in the feel of your sheets around him. Cocooned in the scent you leave behind and wrapped in what feels like the proverbial softness that you spare to him.

With a shaky sigh Choso climbs into your bed, cool sheets slowly warming up to him stirs something deep in his chest.

It’s not the first time he’s done this, not even the second, but the searing guilt that momentarily burns through his stomach still makes his wandering hands falter. Of course they continue down his body, lightly grazing the dark hairs that dust just below his navel before continuing lower, past the confinement of his bottoms and down, down, down, until he’s reached his destination. His cock is already firm, warm to the touch and more sensitive than it needs to be as memories of you lazily drift in and out of his consciousness. His skin feels hot, throat tight at the intimacy of it all.

Would you be as open and welcoming if you knew? If you saw how his hand lazily pumped his cock in the one place you thought you had privacy? He tries not to think about it. Instead, busying himself with tracing his fingers on the underside of his shaft, a whimper drawn tight in his throat and only breaching the air once he exchanges the lazy touches for a too firm grip at the base. His grip only lessens once his hand moves upward, coming almost completely off before slowly sliding back down. It’s something that should be savored, he doesn’t get this opportunity very often, and so he takes his time. He’s seen you once, all dolled up to take Nobara and Yuuji shopping in Tokyo. You were wearing tight fitting clothes, something he enjoyed about this century’s fashion. He could see so much skin, your legs on display in a pair of shorts, a blouse that did nothing to hide the valley of your cleavage to his prying eyes. Choso was extremely grateful when you left. Hiding himself away until the urge became too irresistible. Until his hands had greedily pumped his swollen cock at the thought of you. Just as they did now, except this time his movements were careful, precise.

With a lick of his lips, he shifts his gaze to your bedside table. It’s almost ritualistic at this point, an itch he just can’t scratch that rears its ugly head the moment his sweeping gaze finds the picture frame. Your smiling face stares back at him behind the glass. There are other people, but he can only see you. Can only smell you and hear the tinkling sound of your voice as you say his name. His pace becomes faster, breath heavier as he imagines how it’d sound to hear you moan it. How it would feel to have your lips on his neck and your hands on his body. An audible choking noise echoes in the emptiness of the room as Choso’s free hand cups the weight of his balls. As if the movement was unintentional on his part, shocking him with the warmth of his palm and he has to tighten his fist against the base of his cock to keep from cumming. The movement doesn’t work in his favor, the elastic of his pants rubbing against the sensitive underside and making his hips stutter on a broken whine as his orgasm washes through his body. Hot lashes of cum paint the skin of his hips and the front of his pants. Whimpering, he quickly picks up his pace in an effort to prolong the sensation, hand tightening around his balls and eyes dotting with tears as he breaches into the feeling of oversensitivity and forces his body to continue. It’s not fair, none of it is fair. He shouldn’t be so sensitive, biting back a whine he continues lazily fucking his fist, hips arching into the rough feel of it. Surely, you’d be so much softer, your mouth, your hands, your pussy. The thought alone is enough to make his hips jerk up in search of something more. By the time he’s finished torturing himself, cum has started to dry on his pants.

It’s not a big deal, Choso knows exactly where you keep tissues. Knows that once he wipes himself down, he needs to take the evidence with him, stuff the mess into his own pocket. He’ll hesitate as he goes to leave, a sickening urge to stay roiling in the pit of his stomach. Just like always.

The cycle will inevitably repeat itself. You’ll leave, he’ll invite himself in, curse as he gets droplets of cum on your sheets, and leave once the excitement has worn off. You’ll return and give him that same warm smile you always save for him.

Deep down he’s wondering how long until your face twists in disgust. How long until you find out who he truly is. His cock twitches at the thought, blood shooting to his pelvis, his fingers clamp hard around the base as he tries to catch his breath, suddenly winded at the thought. Lazily, he starts pumping again, the only noise being the wet glide of his fist and whispers of your name spoken into the cool night air.

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Planet 3564AB

【Synopsis】 : You're a Mercenary, searching for your next job in the galaxy. Little did you know, being stuck on a wateland planet was about to gift you more than just galactic credits.

『W.C』 : 1.51k

-> Genre: Sci-Fi. Smut. Poly.

Paring: Alien!Bucky x Mercenary!Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Neck kisses. Unprotected sex. Anal. Lots of tentacle penetration. Multiple orgasms. Lots of bodily fluids. Dirty talk. Mention of Steve and…laying eggs… I’m sorry, hehe. Hints of a poly relationship with Stucky. Swearing.

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Stuck on a rogue planet, you had decided to explore some of the caves nearby for any type of supplies but you were at no luck. Your ship's engine had seemly malfunctioned from a strange goop from the waste landed planet's surface. But other than the odd glowing goo dripping from your ship, you didn’t see any on the floor or tailing anywhere. but you soon brushed it off, blaming it could be from the atmosphere, a small life form maybe? Or even something you could have picked up along the way and it’s only affected the machine now.

Either way, you looked around the planet and through an unsuccessful scavenge you found nothing of use to help you. You had called one of your teammates from the same clan as you, Sam. He said he and Steve would come over from Planet Stark which is just under a day's trip, so it meant you’d been staying the night on this shit-forsaken wasteland. Watching the two bright pink suns slowly begin to set, you had made a border, or a guard of some sort to help protect yourself and most importantly your ship while you were asleep. You had no idea what might be lurking on this seemingly empty planet.

You shifted in and out of consciousness, trying to sleep but something felt off, like something was watching you. That you weren’t alone. You had decided the only way you were going to sleep was to do one more quick sweep of the ship even though you had done a sweep over four times already before going to bed. But one more time, you kept repeating to yourself. And by the time you came to your cock pit the last part of the ship you had still found nothing. the doors were locked and nothing seemed to be inside the ship. Yes maybe something could be wandering outside but you were safe… right?

You go to leave to pilot room but when you open the sliding door you're met with a large body running into you. Everything was happening so quickly that you couldn’t even see what had grabbed you. A wet lanky object wrapped around your ankle, holding you against your captain's chair while another smooth, long object held your wrists locking them above your head. You thrashed, trying to push the creature off you, fearing it might be here to kill you but as another lanky object glided over your navel, you knew what it wanted.

“G-Get off me!!” You try to throw the beast but it only chuckled, with a deep velvet voice. His blue-ish skin was caught in your view its dark eyes caught your attention. It was a man, well mostly. Soft and fair freatures of a handsome man stared at you for a moment, his sharp teethed smile making you shiver. His body was board and a slip-like opening was painting the middle of his chest. It was opened slightly, letting yet another Tentacle spill out making it grab your other ankle, now successfully holding you open for the creature to shift himself between your spread legs. His large hands took a handful of fabric from your sleep shirt, ripping it off without a thought. You gasp, feeling your bare chest being tickled by the cold air. Your nipples were achingly hard, his face dipped down latching onto your buds sucking in harshly while a socked tentacle wrapped around your other one pinching it. “Fuck!”

Your body was burning, slipping under the control of the creature. Your mind became so foggy all you could do was whimper, no longer fighting him. He seemed to notice kissing up your neck until he found your lips, locking his with your plump ones. His very long tongue explored your mouth, making you gag slightly as the wet appendage almost went down your throat. His fingers hooked under your sleep short ripping them apart along with your underwear. Tears swelled up on the corners of your eye, feeling his tentacles spread your ass cheeks while another one poked at your tight asshole. He pulled away letting you breathe, coughing out while your saliva dripped from your chin.

 “I’m gonna fill you up. Breed you, my mate…hmm you smell so good.” The alien rambles repeating the words along the line of ‘breed,’ ‘mate’, ‘fuck’. you weren't really paying attention, mind melting from the feeling of his appendages playing with your holes. His tentacle slipped inside your ass making you cry, having not prepped you properly. But the burn was so pleasurable you couldn’t complain. He fucked you fast, making you feel like you were going to tip over the edge. Your hazy eyes watching him sit up slightly, watching his tentacle fuck you. He was groaning at the sensation of your tight ass wrapped around him. Another wet limb slipped out of the gap in his chest moving down to snake around his cock. Pumping him in time with him fucking your ass. His fingers pinched your clit while the other free one squeezed your breast. The feeling was enough to send you over the edge, coming around nothing. While squirting on him. He bit his lip coming also all over your tummy and chest while his tentacle empty his load in your ass as well. You were covered in his seed, while he was soaked in your juices. But that didnt stop him. He needed more.

“I’m gonna breed you now, my mate.” He moaned, placing his hands on either side of your hips, lifting you up so your back laid awkwardly on the large chair and your feet dangled on either side of his huge body. His cock inches inside you in one clean motion while his tentacle had stayed still deep in your other tight hole, holding your ass cheeks apart. He thrust in a quick snap, making you gasp for air. His cock was just what your body needed. He watched you intensely, your mouth agape and mind gone. Your body was his to use as he pleased. All of his wet limbs could have their fun, filling all the holes they could find. Two in your ass, one slipping into your mouth making you lazily suck to and another two slipping slowly into your soaked cunt beside his cock filling you more than you’d ever been before.

“Fuck, Fgmnng mnnBuck…” You rambled against his long wet appendage, making the alien grin. You were so full of him and he was living for every moment.

“You gonna cum baby? Hmm? Come on, make a mess on my cock.” the snap of the creature's hips sent your body into overdrive, making you squeeze his cock, coming down fast from your high. Your cunt clenched milking him for every drop he had, as he also came inside your ass and mouth, successfully filling you in every hole. His grip loosened, and all his limbs left you, making you feel empty. His tentacles unbound themselves from your wrists and ankles, letting your aching body sit upright on the defiled captain's chair. You rubbed your wrists while catching your breath, watching all the alien's tentacles slip back into the opening in his chest before he seals shut. You clicked your tongue, leaning back.

“What have I told you about stowing away on my ship,” you said sternly in between pants, but in truth, you were to mad at him.

“Steve got to lay his eggs with you just before you left and I didn’t have time to tell you about the mating season. So I thought the logical to just come with you…” He spoke rather fast, “To be fair I didn’t know how long you were going to be and I didn’t want to spend it with Steve alone again…” There was nothing wrong with Steve, in fact, he loved the Altean but he needed his mate. You sighed, knowing the journeys you take sometimes last longer than anticipated but still, he didn’t need to hide away and goop your ship engine up just to fuck you.

“Okay…But just so you know, Sam and Steve will be here from first light to bring supplies to fix what you damaged…” you crossed your arms over your bare chest feeling the stickiness of his seed. God, you needed a shower.

“Well then, let's shower and fuck some more before they arrive I’m sure once Steve smells my scent on you he’ll want a parting gift before they go back to base..” like he had read your mind, he wiggled his eyebrows, picking you up so your legs would wrap around his hips.

“You’re going back with them you realize. I’m warning you.” you groaned at him, resting your head on his chest as he walked to the shower bay. He kisses the top of your head before chuckling;

“I like to see you try.”

[celiciaa]

ELBERT GREETIA EVENT STORY....

DOTING LOVEHOLIC.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

special thanks to @otomefiend for providing me the story (❁´◡`❁)

trigger warning: slightly suggestive.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

When I returned to my room after completing my duties as a crown member, it was locked from the inside.

Elbert:…Kate?

The room I unlocked and stepped into was completely silent with no lights.

On the bed, I saw Kate with her eyes closed.

Elbert: Kate….I’m home.

Elbert:..Are you asleep?

I crouched down on the bedside and touched her lips with my fingertips to make sure she was breathing.

Elbert:….

Elbert: I stopped by your room, but you weren't there, so….I searched for a while.

Elbert: You were in my room.

Elbert: You waited until the middle of the night….without changing your clothes?

I can see Kate’s skin peeking out from her shirt, which was a little loose,

Before I knew it, I found myself placing my lips there, as if being invited.

Elbert: Mm…

As I was sucking on her soft skin and biting sweetly, Kate wriggled.

Elbert:….

I licked the red marks and rested my head on her abdomen.

Elbert:….Why did you lock the door?

Elbert: Was it for me…?

Elbert:…Kate.

Kate: Nn…..

A sweet numbness runs through me, awakening my consciousness.

(No good, I…fell asleep before I knew it…..)

The moment I opened my eyelids and tried to sit up,

Kate: Ah…?

I felt a tingle of pleasure, and my body jumped in surprise.

Kate:…? W—What.

The sensation of being sweetly sucked on the skin numbs the core of my body.

I looked down, not knowing what was happening,

My shirt lifted up while my skirt was on loose,

Red marks were scattered all over my exposed skin.

(…?)

Elbert: Hmm...are you awake….?

Kate: Lord Elbert….?

Elbert:…I’m home.

Kate: Oh…welcome back.

With his lips like a work of art, he kissed the red mark next to my navel and then raised himself up.

Kate: Why’re you…doing this?

Elbert:…When I saw you sleeping…I wanted to kiss you.

Elbert: Once I started kissing….I couldn't stop.

Lord Elbert whispers and rubs his cheek against my neck.

Elbert: All the time we were apart…I wanted to see you.

(….)

His sweet gesture makes my chest ache.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Lord Elbert left me at the castle because this mission was particularly dangerous.

During the day, I talk and drink tea with the other members of the crown who are not on duty,

And I spent a lot of time in my room reading books and distracting myself, but….

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I also.….. missed Lord Elbert.)

(I was worried about whether he was hurt or looked sad.)

Kate:…Thank you for your hard work on the mission.

When I stroke his soft golden hair, Lord Elbert's eyes soften with delight.

Kate: Are you injured?

Elbert: No. ….Not a single one.

As if to make up for the loneliness of being apart, we rubbed each other's cheeks together.

Elbert: Why were you sleeping in my room with the door locked….when I left it unlocked?

Kate: That’s because….

Kate: I thought it might put you at ease when you came back…Lord Elbert.

Kate: I am always yours…even when we were apart.

Kate: I accidentally fell asleep because I was so cozy….

Elbert: I see….as expected.

Lord Elbert's arms embrace me so tightly that it hurts.

Elbert:…You’ll have to forgive me for doing that.

Elbert: Because I'm…getting greedier and greedier.

Kate: Nnn…Aahh.

Lord Elbert nibbled my ear.

The lewd sound echoed, disproportionate to his appearance, which was so beautiful that he even felt sacred.

Lord Elbert likes to play my body with his lips.

Kate: Haa…

(I also…like it when you do this to me.)

My ears, neck, chest, fingers, and feet.

He licks and bites so insistently that it seems as if he is about to eat me,

Whenever I feel his dark and heavy love, I feel so much love for him.

Love and happiness were very, very distant, fragile and fleeting things for him…..

I already know that for a long time I couldn’t even reach out to him back then.

And now that I reached out my hand and fell in love with you, // And now that I have reached out, we came to love each other,

——And that he wants everything from me like a madman.

(If Lord Elbert would seek me out to make me happy,) **

(Then there is nothing in the world…that can make me happier than that.)

I want to give him as much as he wants, my heart, my body, everything.

Elbert: A little while ago….

Elbert: For a moment…I wondered if you would ever wake up from your slumber.

The look in his eyes, as if driven by some impulse, makes the pit of my stomach tingle.

Elbert: As long as your eyes are closed….no one and nothing else can't be seen in your eyes.

Elbert: But then…I thought you wouldn't even look at me.

Elbert: I was lonely, I was in pain, I felt like I was going insane….

Kate: Hnn, Lord Elbert…..

His love is deep and intense.

I’m being poured to the point of drowning and I can't even breathe.

Elbert: Kate…Kate.

Elbert: You...are mine.

Pressing his forehead against mine, Lord Elbert whispered like he was praying.

Elbert: But…eternal is something I can't have.

The longing look in his eyes makes me feel suffocated with love.

Kate:…That’s why.

Kate: That’s why let's stay together.

Kate: On nights when you are anxious…hold me like this and don't let go.

Elbert:…Yes.

Elbert: I love you….Kate.

Kate: I love you too, Lord Elbert.

When we smile at each other, my heart warmed up as if lit by fire.

(Love me more, love me to the point of drowning, and be happier.)

(I want you to smile….always stay by my side.)

Elbert:….I wish the kisses I gave you would never fade away.

Lord Elbert muttered in distress and gave me a kiss on the lips.

Elbert: Even if it disappears, I want to leave a mark on you as many times as I can.

Kate: I…wish you could do that to you more often.

Kate: Ah...but preferably when you’re awake.

Elbert: Why…?

Kate: So that you can see all….the marks I left for you.

Kate: And then...whatever marks you have, you will know you are loved and happy.

Elbert:…..

Lord Elbert slowly raised himself up and looked down at me intently.

Elbert:….I'm sorry I did this to you while you were asleep.

Hearing his apology that overflowed, I could feel his innocence, and my heart ached again.

Kate: If only you could tell me when I wake up…like today.

I smiled lovingly and Lord Elbert——

Sucked hard once more on my chest, which was covered in red marks.

Kate: Aahh…!?

Elbert: Let me try…one more time.

Kate: You’re going to do it again….ahh, nnn.

Elbert: I want you to know that all the marks….were made by me.

Elbert:….Watch carefully.

Lord Elbert’s lips trailed on my chest, stomach, arms, and thighs.

Kate: Ah…Lord Elbert….

The bright red mark became more colorful with each bite and suck of his lips,

My body melted away in the evidence of love and obsession that continued to be engraved.

Elbert: Hm…That’s everything.

Kate: Haa….aahh…

Elbert: Did you watch carefully as I told you so?

When I nodded my head, Lord Elbert smiled happily,

He slowly spread my legs and pulled me in closer.

Kate: Ah, wait, Lord Elbert…..

Elbert:..I'm sorry. I can't wait.

He tied my wrists to the bed as if he were crucifying me and smiled so happily.

Elbert: Let me go deeper into you.

Elbert:…Here, too.

Elbert: I want to mark it as mine.

Lord Elbert rubbed my stomach, which was covered with red marks, as he let out a hot sigh.

(…..)

Elbert: I want you, the most beautiful girl in the world.

Once again, his love is deep and intense.

If he continues to pour into me, I may drown one day.

I am sure that the bottom of the water where I am sinking, drowning in his love, is filled with happiness like no other.

[fckingsofthips]

Morning After

He wakes up with groans, and soft little whimpers, a big stretch and a gurgling belly. He ate a lot last night. He ate... way too much last night.

She wakes to his noises and shuffling, drawn into consciousness by him. Her hand reaches out for him, pausing at the crest of his hip, stroking down to his navel.

He shivers under her touch.

She presses into the soft flesh, gropes the flab that had been taught and full the day before. She'd had no idea he held such an appetite.

He curls back into her, pressing close so her arm can reach further across him.

Her lips press into a soft shoulder, her teeth nip gently where his neck creases to the back.

He melts to her touch, humming to each stroke.

"Last night was..." he starts, unsure of himself.

"Last night was amazing," she murmurs into his skin. She pinches his belly, and asks, "What do you want for breakfast, my love?"