#and quietly let me remove his harness.

[eqan]

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[kenananamin]

Fun-sized best friend

Summary: After seeing you cry at a post about a dog being put down soon, Nanami reaches out to adopt the dog. It'd be the first time you both have a pet together, but it should be fine... right? fluff fluff fluff, nanami x fem!reader

Nanami is driving back home while you giggle in the passengers seat. You're holding a fluffy dog that is wriggling all over your lap and licking anything around it.

He looks over at your happy face and smiles, but looks down to the dog and sighs. You were on the verge of tears last night after seeing an ad for the dog. She's a three-legged dog who was removed from her previous owner's care. She had a couple more days before she would be put down and that last detailed pushed you over the edge of teary eyes. Nanami comforted you as best he could and messaged the account while you showered. After he heard the water turn off, he entered the bathroom and told you the news about the dog no longer being put down because she'd have a home soon.

Seeing your happiness in the car told him he made the right decision but this was the first time he'd adopted a dog. Nanami always considered himself a cat person but he would do anything for you... including trying to adjust to a hyper dog.

"This shouldn't be too hard," you tell Nanami after seeing his nervous glances towards your new companion, "she's only got three legs."

Nanami looks over half in horror and half in surprise that you'd say something like that.

His reaction makes you burst out in laughter, "I'm kidding! I'm really kidding! But we will be fine, she'll have so much love and attention and everything she needs. I'll give her everything I can," you lean to hold his hand, "thank you Ken. Really, thank you."

Nanami intertwines his fingers with yours and smiles back, "Love you, darling."

———

Nanami opens the fridge to grab Emi's food. You called to let him know you were going to be home late and asked if he could feed Emi and take her on her walk. He looks down to see her looking up at him and patiently waiting. Emi was very calm around Nanami and would quietly follow him around compared to running circles around you.

Emi finishes her food and Nanami grabs the harness. She starts jumping after seeing the harness and it takes him a second to put it on. Emi pulls their way out the door and Nanami hurries to lock the door and start their first walk without you.

You come home and hear Nanami grunting in the bathroom.

"No!" Nanami yells followed by quick steps.

Emi runs out the bathroom, shaking the water off her and running towards you. Nanami throws the door open, the bottom of his shirt and parts of his pants completely soaked.

"Were you bathing Emi?" You ask while you rub and pat your fun-sized best friend.

Nanami sighs and puts his hands on his hips, "Yeah, she saw a puddle and decided to jump in and got us both dirty."

You laugh and stand up to go give Nanami a hug and kiss. Emi lays down and starts rubbing all over the small living room carpet while mom and dad have a moment.

———

"I'm so sorry, all these deadlines are killing the team."

Nanami nods as he watches you rub your eyes on your facetime call, "It's ok, but can you call me as soon as you're leaving? Or call me if it gets too late, I'll pick you up and we'll get your car later."

"I'll call you when I'm done. I love you, Kenny. Byee my wittle Emi, mommy wuves youuu!!" You hang up the call and Nanami looks over to the dog that seems to be smiling.

"How come you get the baby voice?" Nanami and Emi stare at each other until she moves onto his lap. Nanami keeps staring and slowly lifts his hand to pet her.

The house is dark when you open the door. You got out much later than expected and walk into the living room to see a sleeping Kento sprawled on the couch and Emi tucked into his side. Emi was awake and looking at you, but did not move from her cuddle. You grab the blanket draped behind the other couch and cover your two loves.

———

You wake up early Saturday to a quiet house. Nanami had been taking Emi to her morning walks alone to let you sleep in after your long work days. It had been over two weeks since your team had to absorb another team's workload after that team was dissolved. It would only be a few more days of this and then you'd be back to your regular schedule.

Nanami and Emi come back home while you're making your tea.

"Welcome home!" You yell out as Emi runs to you while her whole body moves with her waggling tail. Nanami follows suit and goes to kiss your forehead. He's holding a large paper bag, bulky with whatever was inside.

You raise your eyebrows at the bag and Nanami puts it down on the counter, "We went to the pet store for another harness since she's outgrowing this one."

"That looks like much more than a harness," you laugh and peek into the bag, "toys? Ken, is this whole bag is full of dog toys??!"

Nanami freezes and slowly backs away from the bag and you, "Emi kept looking at them. She likes toys." He whispered and Emi stands on her leg to lick his hand.

You stare at the frozen man and dog who left your side for his. You sit on the floor to call Emi back over, but she looks between you and Nanami and sits by his side. Your jaw drops and Nanami leans down to carefully push Emi to you.

———

You park your car and lean your head back. Finally, you were finally back home at a regular time. You pick up the grocery bags and start to head inside, excited to surprise Nanami with the first full dinner you've made in weeks.

You open the front door, smiling at the thought of his surprised face as you come home early. You see Kento and Emi sitting on the couch. His face definitely expressed that he was surprised... but so were you.

Kento was holding Emi on his lap, fixing a homemade matching collar and tie on her neck. He froze with his hands around her neck when he heard the door start to open. He opens his mouth to try to explain what's happening but you fall to your knees with the grocery bags, cackling at the scene.

There are scraps of fabric, scissors and a sewing kit on the center table. You can't see much besides that past the tears in your eyes and you fall to your back and hold your face in your hands, trying to control the laughter.

"I can explain," Nanami says from the couch but it makes you laugh even harder.

Emi walks to you and you finally sit up to closely look at Nanami's work of art. You knew he was good at sewing as he's helped fix a couple things before but this was something you could have never imagined he would make.

"I was fixing my tie this morning and she was sitting in front of me, staring. I don't know why but I started wondering what she'd look like with a little tie so I went to the store during my lunch break and started making this..." Nanami sits beside you on the floor as he explains. You pet Emi with one hand and hold the handmade tie with the other.

He used his lunch break to buy and start making this. You were so convinced when he adopted Emi that he'd just take a backseat with raising and taking care of her, which you were fine with since you both knew you were the dog person in this relationship. Seeing him do so much for her made you laugh at your initial thoughts but it warmed your heart to see so much love for the fur bundle you both considered your fun-sized best friend.

"You know, seeing you both with ties makes me realize you look so much alike," you tell Nanami as you straighten Emi's collar.

"She's got my tie but she's got your eyes," Kento gets closer, holds your neck and leans in to kiss you.

You slap his chest at his comment but he laughs and continues to kiss you as you both shift on the floor to face each other. Emi starts to jump between the both of you and barks for your attention. Nanami grabs a nearby toy without backing away from the kiss and throws it across the room to distract Emi.

Nanami breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, "I didn't get to say it earlier, but welcome home, baby. We're happy to have you home on time."

The fact that he includes Emi on the statement and says they're both happy makes you laugh yet again. Emi runs back with her toy and is back to jumping around the both of you. There really is no place like home.

a/n: I can see nanami doing something like this too in the story lol

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[chuuyasheaven]

HIYAAA this is my first time sending a request hope I did it right lol

Sub!Chuuya has been causing me absolute brain rot lately sooo...,,, I was thinking sub!chuuya who just came home from a looonngg mission and needs some good ole stress relief with dom!afab!reader with prompt 3 and 7 :3c

♡ Nobody does it like you ♡ (Chuuya Nakahara)

3. "Make me feel good, nobody does it like you." 7. "I'm too sensitive, slow down– ah!"

Tags. Chuuya N. / afab! Reader, sub! Chuuya, pet names ("baby" for Reader, "sweetheart" for both), praising, hand job, blow job, slight teasing, some overstimulation? (for Chuuya), porn without plot?, might contain grammar errors, rushed?, etc.

Notes. This is the realest thing ever.. Enjoy!!

Chuuya looked stressed when he came back home, he wasn't complaining, sure, but you could see he wasn't particularly happy. "Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?", you asked him to see if your suspicions were true. "Yeah, I'm fine, just had a shitty day at work.", you stood up and walked towards him. "I'm sorry, do you want anything, Chuuya?", he took off his shoes and coat. "You, if it's okay.", you giggled quietly before responding back. "No, it's okay. What exactly do you want me to do?", Chuuya got closer to you now. "I don't care, make me feel good, nobody does it like you.", hearing what you needed to hear, you kissed him and he swiftly carried you to the bedroom.

When you arrived, he let you down again and took off his vest and harness for easier access. "What do you need me to do, baby?", Chuuya sat down onto the bed while waiting for your next move. "Just. . relax for me. Let me do the work, alright, sweetheart?", your sweet tone was probably the reason he got a little excited. "Okay,", he just replied, you walked to him and sat down on his lap. You started kissing him again, he kissed back and leaned into the kiss. Now making out, you let your finger run down his still clothed chest. As you separated from each other, you kisses wandered lower. From his face to his neck, unbuttoning a few buttons from his shirt for more access to his collarbone.

You backed up from his chest a little to unbuckle his belt, then you unzipped his pants and removed his boxers to finally hold his dick in your hand. Slowly, you started to rub it lightly, if Chuuya wasn't hard yet, he definitely was now. Your thumb ran quickly over his tip, giving him slight goosebumps. Chuuya started to breath heavily, the pleasure of you jerking him off taking over him slowly. He got close rather faster than normal, but can you blame him? Something about you and him in these positions turned him on. "Does this feel good, sweetheart?", you asked, toning the 'sweetheart' rather seductively. Chuuya nodded, you smiled at this and kept on going until he came in your hand.

You let him calm down from his first orgasm before kneeling down before him. Again rubbing it a little before taking his tip into your mouth, teasing it a little by kitten licking it. As if this wasn't enough, you then took most of his length in your mouth, he let out a surprised moan at this which amused you. "K–keep going, just like that, sweetheart. .", Chuuya's hands finding their way to your hair to lightly grab it. You started to suck harder and faster, trying to make him cum faster for your next move. Your hand made it's way to the inches left which didn't fit past your lips and started stroking it. This definitely brought him over the edge, as Chuuya's hips twitched he came inside your mouth while moaning your name quietly.

Letting him take a deep breath before continuing, you got up and sat on his lap again. When he finally had his breath in tact again, you asked if he's willing to continue. "Do you want to continue, Chuuya?", he nodded first, finding words to answer with. ". . You didn't get to cum yet, so yeah. Continue, baby.", he was right, you didn't cum yet and were already wet. With Chuuya's consent, you pushed your panties to the side to let his cock in. You teased him a little by rubbing his tip against your folds first, just for fun, now you let it rest inside you to adjust. As soon as it was inside your cunt, it twitched. Chuuya wasn't to blame for this, he was just slightly sensitive at this point. Adjusted to his dick, you started you move, Chuuya could've literally cum right and there.

You found a steady rhythm and stuck to it, bouncing on him so perfectly trying to go slow for Chuuya's sake. You already could feel your first release nearing, as desperation and pleasure got the better of you, you mindlessly got faster to chase it. With the sudden change of rhythm Chuuya got quite vocal, low moans and grunts coming from him now. "F–fuck, sweetheart. . I'm too sensitive, slow down— ah!", his plea fell on deaf ears, you didn't mean to but this felt too good to slow down now. It didn't take long until the both of you came at the same time, trying to recover from your high. Before anything else could be done, you suddenly were flipped on your back with Chuuya now between your legs.

"Thank you, sweetheart. . But now it's my turn to make you feel good. Just keep on being good for me, alright?"

[puppetmaster13u]

Who wants a WIP with some Batdad

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   “B, catch me!”     Bruce had barely landed in the cave before there was a small child barrelling towards him from the computers, trailing a blanket tied into a mimicry of a cape. Thankfully, Dick was incredibly light and his reflexes were good enough to catch the child who decided to take a leap into his arms.     “B, guess what!” the child in his arms giggled, mischief dancing in blue eyes as he patted at the fake wound across his chest.     He let out a questioning noise, pausing for a moment before he managed to force himself to properly speak. “What, chum?”      “Alfred says I’m good enough to start trainin’ with the proper sticks!” his kid beamed, giving a gap-toothed grin. Right, he’d been learning with foam for the last few months, with the hopes of finding a proper weapon fit for him eventually.     Bruce smiled at Dick, a bright feeling of lightness on his shoulders. “That’s amazing chum, I think that deserves some icecream and a movie night, what do you think?”     There was a cheer, itty bitty hands raising in excitement as he laughed quietly. “Why don’t you head up and pick out a movie while I change into something more casual?” he booped their itty bitty nose, eliciting a giggle as they wiggled up on his arm and flipped off to scamper up the stairs.     He smiled after the somersaulting child who disappeared into the shadows, reaching up to unhook the curved claws from where they rested below his neck. He sighed, taking a moment to breathe and finish shifting mentally from the Bat to just Bruce, even if it was getting harder to differentiate the two.     His hands found their way to the cowl next, slipping it off and over the ears, which he turned off after a moment. The spike-guards that helped hold them in place came off piece by piece with silent efficiency, then the ears themselves alongside the mouthguard that made his teeth appear tusk-like. An idea that Dick had put forth after another round of nature documentaries.     Amusement twitched on his lips as he carefully removed the layers around the undersuit meticulously crafted to allow for his full range of motion without taking away armor. Along with mimicking a mixture of chitin-esque scales and velvet-like fur, which was slightly new since Dick insisted that since bats had fur the Bat should too. Which honestly, a fair point.     Finally he was clear to unclip each piece of the wing harness, bracing the limbs on the area they had built specifically for such an action to slip out, leaving him in the undershirt. Honestly it was better to do it with another person, but taking the wings off alone every once in a while was fine as well, as long as he tested them before taking them out the next night.     Stretching, he unhooked the last bit of the wing membrane from his legs then the layer of armor on the boots that mimicked claws, even if not functional. Huh, there was an idea- for later though. He had promised Dick that they could have a movie night after all. 

[take-taker-taken]

Hi lovely! I'm the person who requested the ministry taker x gothic female reader fic. I'd absolutely love a part 2/continuation with smut. As for kinks, I'm a green light girly on pretty much everything lol. Bdsm, impact play, hair pulling, choking, slapping, the works honestly. I feel like ministry taker would be the absolute best dom so yeah. Feel free to run wild and have fun! Thank you so much 💕

Ok, here it is! I went for firm but (mostly) gentle domination, as I feel that would be Ministry’s style - thank you for your patience as I worked on it!

Link to Part One is at the bottom.

Lessons

“Very well, girl - you leave me no choice but to teach you some consequences for your teasing.” He dips his head and kisses you again before drawing back to nip at your lips with his teeth. You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and let your head fall against his chest as he carries you from the room while muttering dark, lustful promises.

He doesn’t stop in the bedroom as you’re expecting, but carries you through to the annexe that’s attached. It’s essentially his own private dungeon and a room that terrified you when you first saw it, but now you feel a thrill go through you as he sets you down on to your feet. The lighting is permanently low, with shadows in all the right places… he made you stand in a corner in here once and it was so dark that it felt as though you may as well be locked in a cupboard.

“Do not move.” He says and carries on over to a trunk against the wall which he opens and reaches into. He turns back to find you twisting the ball of one foot nervously against the floor. “I told you to be still, girl.” There’s no hint of the playful man from before and so you instantly freeze in place and instead track him with your eyes as he moves to a wooden cabinet on the wall. Your heart is pounding and you can feel goosebumps rising on your skin even though the temperature is fine.

He advances and stands before you, whatever items he’s selected hidden in his cavernous sleeves.

“Remove your clothes.”

No response from you is required other than obedience and so you quickly do as he says until you’re naked before him. You lick your lips nervously because you can see the glint in his eye as he produces a simple leather collar. You raise your chin slightly as he steps behind you and buckles it firmly around your throat. The collar going on signals the beginning of one of your sessions and you gasp quietly as something is draped firmly over your shoulder, but you don’t move to try and see what it is. He moves into your line of sight and you’re transfixed as he removes his cloak in a swirl of velvet, revealing a sleeveless leather vest. You stare at his chest until he moves in closer and tilts your head back with a nudge of one long finger.

“I said that I would teach you some consequences, little one. Are you ready to learn?”

“Yes, master.” Your voice is soft and you wish he would kiss you. He smiles at your response in that quietly leering way.

“A little pain is in order, I think - to focus the mind, but first...” He reaches up and you brace yourself for a slap but then realise that all he’s done is remove what he placed there just now. It’s dark purple jute rope, worn soft by many uses. He turns it loose and then with a hand on your shoulder, turns you to face away from him. “Put your hands behind your back.” You do as he says and his cool fingers guide you until your arms are set the way he requires. He first ties your hair back and then works quietly and efficiently, making knots and smoothing the rope as he creates a beautiful shibari chest harness, the rope sitting snugly as a support for your breasts. The ends of the cord tickle as they dance across your skin but you resolutely keep still and close your eyes as you enjoy the gentle restraint.

You open them again when you realise that he’s completed his work and watch as he crosses to the wall that houses a huge array of impact toys. You’d struggled to think of them as ‘toys’ at first, unable to reconcile the idea of being hit with that term but now it’s commonplace to you. He stands there, contemplating, a couple of times reaching for an implement only to change his mind and retract his arm. When he does turn back to you, he’s holding a riding crop and your breath catches because you know how versatile it can be in the right hands. He stops a couple of feet away and uses the keeper of the crop to raise your chin.

“You will keep still.”

You stare up at him in trepidation as you give a tiny nod and whisper, “Yes, master.”

He moves behind you and it takes a lot of willpower not to turn and look, especially since he’s stood far enough back that you can’t detect exactly where he is - not that it matters, really. A sudden small explosion of pain blooms against your shoulder and you gasp and twitch, but manage not to move beyond that. A few seconds later the next one lands on the back of your thigh, and then another in the middle of your back, just above where your hands are tied together. After that the blows come more quickly as he moves around you in a slow circle, the blows raining down. Strikes land on your stomach, your backside, the top of your breast and then a particularly hard blow that lands directly on to your nipple. Unable to stop yourself you bend forwards as you cry out, resulting in him taking hold of your hair and straightening you up again.

“Much as I like to see you to bow to me, I told you to keep still.” Keeping the grip on your hair, he steps up close and runs his hand over each of your breasts in turn, giving a gentle tweak to each of your nipples.

“I’m sorry, master - I’ll try harder.” You pant softly as you enjoy the feel of his hands on your skin and in your hair.

He guides your head to one side, leans down and bites where your neck meets the shoulder before answering. “I’m sure you will little one, but the fact remains that you’ve earned a penalty for your disobedience.” He reaches into a pocket and draws out a pair of silver clamps connected by a chain and then without further commentary, attaches them to each of your nipples in turn.

You whimper through gritted teeth but at the same time feel that rush of moisture. He steps back and uses the tip of the crop under your chin as a silent command to look at him. As you bravely meet his intense gaze, one corner of his mouth pulls up into a smirk. Seemingly satisfied he takes up where he left off, moving around you and delivering random blows. Each one does the job of taking your mind off the constant, low-level pain in your nipples but as he finally sets the implement down to one side you mentally breathe a sigh of relief.

“It pleases me to see you bearing the marks from my whip,” he says, delicately taking hold of the chain that links the clamps. He tugs on it lightly and you watch the links glinting in the low light, and stare down at the reddened, squeezed flesh of your nipples and then open your mouth in a silent scream as with a flick of his wrist, he pulls the chain hard and wrenches the clamps off. You don’t even have time to react when he steps forward and envelopes you in his arms, holding you tightly as with your face turned to one side, you groan the pain into his upper arm.

“Thank you, master.” No matter how much it hurts, you know to always thank him for such concessions.

He soothes you, with his fingers gently scratching across the nape of your neck. “There’s my good girl. You’re to kneel down for me, now.”

He releases you from his hold and steps back as you carefully lower yourself to your knees, secretly delighted. You love to be down on the floor as he towers above, and you make sure to kneel up straight, your breasts thrust proudly forward by the harness he’s placed you in.

You watch as his fingers move to his waist and undo the ties of his leather pants. He loosens them bit by bit… methodically, just like he does everything and then pushes them down his thighs. Unconsciously, your tongue darts out to wet your lips as his hard length come into view - and it’s in proportion to his size in general. You manage to stop yourself from leaning forward, knowing that it would earn you an instant reprimand and instead settle for gazing up at him, waiting for the moment when he looks down at you.

He looks you in the eye as strokes himself gently, a pleased smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth and then with his free hand he gently pulls you forwards. You open your mouth but with a grip on your hair he stops you short.

“Are you enjoying your lesson?” He rumbles and you give him a tiny smile and nod as best you can.

“Yes, master, thank you. Please… please will you let me taste you?”

He quirks an amused eyebrow. “Hungry for me to ruin that lipstick are you, little one?”

You nod again. “Very, master.”

“So be it.” With that, he guides you forward again and you take him into your mouth, exhaling with a soft moan as your senses are filled with him. The flat of your tongue presses against the hard column and you move your head as you explore the familiar territory. You draw back and sure enough, a smear of your carefully-applied lipstick is left behind on the pale skin. You shift slightly on your knees as you suck on the head, flickering your tongue over the spongy flesh and teasing into the slit.

He hums appreciatively and you flush with pride that it’s your actions that have caused the sound, and so you frown with slight concern when moments later he uses his hold on your hair to gently remove you.

“Would you like me to ruin that pretty eye make up, too?”

You lick your lips and take a breath before purposely straining a little against his hold. “Yes please, master… teach me a lesson, just like you promised?”

He tightens his grip on your hair and you feel his knuckles brush the back of your head. “You little slut,” he mutters in a tone of dark delight and then without further ceremony he pushes his dick roughly back into your waiting mouth. He plunges intentionally too far so that you choke, holding you tightly to prevent you from pulling away. Your eyes instantly cloud with tears that spill over and run down your face in hot trails. He draws his hips back and you gasp for air before he pushes back in and holds you tight again. Having your arms tied behind your back adds another level of vulnerability and you instinctively try to swallow around the obstruction which makes you gag and choke again.

“Remember that you asked for this,” He says blandly as he once again pulls you off his dick and graciously waits while you cough, strings of saliva hanging from your lips. He bends down and looks you right in the eye as he repeats, “You asked for this, little one.”

You stare back into the hazel green eyes and think how beautiful he is as you nod dumbly and press your thighs together. You open your mouth again and he nods back before straightening up and guiding himself back between your lips. His pace is slower this time but he still forces himself into your throat and seems to take delight in watching your body strain for air as he holds you in place. Just as you think this part of your session might be over he ups the speed again and you sob and just hang in his grasp as he uses you. The next time he stops and withdraws, he brushes a thumb over your cheek, collecting the tears on the pad of his huge digit.

“Well, I would deem that a success,” he says, showing you the make-up stained liquid before wiping it across your forehead. “Your face is a mess, little one.”

You pant for breath and when you speak your voice is cracked due to the abuse of your throat. “Th… thank you, master.”

“Good little slut,” His small smile makes it all worth it and then he’s urging you to your feet. He takes a minute to run those big hands over your shoulders and upper arms, sneaking in some hard pinches and twists to your nipples. The bondage harness he has you in is comfortable, but he wants to make sure that your limbs aren’t under too much pressure. Satisfied that your muscles aren’t under duress he slides one big hand down, fingers questing as they find their way between your thighs and without any pre-amble he pushes one inside you.

With a gasp, your hips tilt towards him as he pumps his finger slowly in and out and then he withdraws it and shoves it roughly into your mouth, making you gag again before you carefully clean it. His other hand, which seems to have taken up permanent residence in your hair, then steers you from the dungeon room back into the bedroom that you share. He walks you up to the bed and then stops, pulling you back against him and running his hands over your body.

“You are here for my pleasure,” he says quietly, his finger stroking the edge of the leather collar as your lean your head back against his chest. “Over,” he adds, pushing you forward and switching his hold to the ropes that bind your hands together behind your back. He kicks your feet apart and then you feel his cock pushing at your entrance and you let out a whimpering sigh as he slides inside you. His strokes are slow and deliberate and you bring yourself up to tiptoes to change the angle and try to feel him even more.

“So hungry for me aren’t you, little one?” He speaks as you feel his fingers picking at the ropes, though the movement of his hips never ceases. “So wet and needy…”

You murmur an agreement, too caught up in the feeling to manage to form a proper sentence. You notice the ropes loosening where he’s been working at the knots and then grumble slightly when he withdraws. It earns you a sharp smack to your backside before he quickly dismantles the harness and manhandles you on to the bed. You lay on your back, staring up as he kneels astride you on all fours with his long hair hanging down, the ends gently brushing your skin.

“You’re quite the sight there, little slut.” He leans down and you’re sure he’s going to kiss you but he stops just a few inches from your mouth and says, “Want me to finish the job?”

You wriggle beneath him, trying to spread your legs wider. “Yes, master… please!”

He climbs up again and slowly divests himself of his clothing, casting each piece aside without taking his eyes off you. It’s a gargantuan effort not to delve your hand between your thighs and start without him, so you lay with your arms spread wide and fingers gripping into the sheets, feeling for all the world like a willing sacrifice. Your gaze fixes on his straining erection as he takes himself in hand and gives it a couple of firm strokes before returning to bed and taking up his former position.

“You are mine,” he says, giving your lips a soft peck before drawing back again and then with no warning he thrusts into you hard, driving the breath from you in a shout. He holds still inside you and adds, “Mine to use however I see fit.” He dips down and kisses you again as he starts to move slowly.

You dare to move a hand and rest it on the back of his neck as he breaks the kiss. “Yours, master.” He intertwines his fingers with those on your free hand and you whimper at the feeling of being overpowered as he pushes it firmly to the mattress. “Please… please master, more… harder… please…”

Your hand falls from his neck and he instantly covers it with his own and grants your request, picking up the pace and driving into you with a force that would push you across the bed if he wasn’t pinning you. His eyes are constantly watching your reactions which means he sees you staring hungrily at his rippling biceps and his broad chest. You would love to touch him, but the counterpoint is the submissive rush you get from being denied as he holds you down. You bend your knees and squeeze your thighs around his hips - the move seems to make those green eyes flash and he moves one of his hands to settle on your throat.

“Desperate little slut,” he growls, and this time his voice betrays his exertion. He squeezes gently on your neck and it’s as much as you can do to hold off climaxing there and then. “I can feel you grasping around me, little one.”

“Please can I come, master?” Your voice is small and you push your neck against his hold as much as you dare. “Please let me…”

He slows his pace and the smirk returns as he sees an opportunity to tease you some more. He leans in close again until he’s practically murmuring against your lips.

“This is supposed to be a consequence for your impudent behaviour earlier,” he says. “I’m not sure that you deserve to come.”

Your eyes go wide and you bite your lip before squeezing his hand as hard as you can and replying, “I’m sorry, master - I’ve learned my lesson, I promise! Please will you let me… please?”

He does kiss you then and you whimper brokenly into his mouth because this is too much… the sensation of him inside you, his unrelenting grip on your hand and the pressure on your throat as his tongue explores your mouth… You open your eyes as he breaks the kiss and then his hand shifts from your throat and taps your cheek as he says quietly,

“Come for me.”

He grinds himself against you, giving you the pressure you need and you cry out your orgasm. You feel in torn in two directions, with wanting to drag him even closer as well as back off from the intensity. He holds you tight, lips pressed to your temple as you ride the waves, even as his own pleasure drives him into you even deeper than before. His movement slows and then stills and he pushes his long hair back from his face to reveal a tender smile playing about his lips. He slips gently from you and rolls to one side, bringing you with him so that you lay facing one another.

“Lesson learned?” He asks, one arm curled around you.

“For now… master.” You reply with a shy smile, snuggling in against his shoulder.

“You did very well, little one - I’m proud of you.” Out of everything that’s happened, it’s those words that make you blush and you whisper your gratitude into his tattooed skin. He carefully shifts around so that he can hold you better, enveloping you in his huge arms. “Do you want to keep the collar on for a little while longer?” He asks quietly.

“Yes, please. Can… can I sleep in it?” You reply and he hums and kisses the top of your head.

“If you wish, though it might not be very comfortable. Perhaps I should get you another that’s softer and more suitable for that kind of thing.”

“I’d like that,” you answer with a smile, excited at the prospect. You extract your arm from where it’s trapped between the two of you so that you can hug him properly.

“There’s my good girl,” he says, rubbing his thumb in small circles on your shoulder while he gropes for the covers with his other hand. He draws them up over the both of you and you close your eyes and sigh with happiness as you lay in contented silence. After a couple of minutes he shifts and slips out of the bed but you don’t move until he returns and gently nudges your shoulder. “Sit up a little for me; we need to take the rest of that make up off.”

Reluctantly, your eyelids flutter open and see that he’s brought all the relevant supplies and you sleepily shift as directed until he’s sat behind you. It’s him that works to gently remove the smeared mess that he created, punctuating the task with small kisses and whispered praises, determined that you needn’t be pulled from your relaxed state. Job done, he sets everything aside before guiding you back under the covers and holding you tightly as you drift off, the fingers of one hand resting against your collar.

TTT

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[killxz]

02 ━━ 𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Keith Kogane x Fem!Reader

trigger warning(s): explosions?, language

-1 year later-

"Roll out, donkeys! Let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you students," Commander Iverson's voice booms through the training room. 

Lance, Pidge, and Hunk stood together, heads bowed, as he scolded the trio.

"Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator? Iverson booms.

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox," someone from the class offers.

"Yes. As everyone knows, vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems. What else?" Commander Iverson approves. Answers start popping out from the class.

"The comm spec removed his safety harness."

"The pilot crashed!"

"Correct. And worst of all, the whole jump, they're arguing with each other. Heck, if you're going to be this bad individually, you'd better at least be able to work as a team! Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astroexplorers, but these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission." Commander Iverson glares at the trio.

"That's not true, sir!" Pidge revokes.

"What did you say?" Commander Iverson demands.

Lance quickly clamps his hand over Pidge's mouth. "Sorry, sir. I think he hit his head when he fell out of his chair. But point taken." he gives a nervous smile.

Commander Inverson grits his teeth and spits at Lance. "I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out. Don't follow in his footsteps. Next!"

Your heart clenches. Keith.

The trio walks towards you dejectedly. You smile at them, trying to raise their spirits. "Hey! Don't mind Iverson! He's just being cranky. Besides, I thought you threaded that needle perfectly, Lance!" you chirp. Lance immediately brightens and smirks, "I did, didn't I?" Pidge grumbles, and you lightly shove her side with your elbow.

"Come on, I'm hungry! Let's go to the cafeteria!" Hunk practically pushes you all to the exit.

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"Lights out in five! Everyone back to their dorms, now!" Commander Iverson yells.

You peek from the corner you're hiding in.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Hunk nervously chatters.

"Yeah, I agree with Hunk, this could get us into serious trouble," you speak up.

"You heard Commander Iverson. We need to bond as a team. We're going to grab Pidge, hit the town, loosen up, meet some nice girls and boys..." Lance trails off, thinking about what type of girls he would meet. The hallway lights shut off.

"I'm just saying this here, right now, on the record. This is a bad idea," Hunk insists. You nod along, face scrunched in worry. Lance runs down the hallway, and you all follow quietly. You run down the hallway until you come across the Instructor's Lounge.

"You know, for someone in a space exploration program, you two don't have much of a sense of adventure," Lance rolls his eyes.

"All of your little adventures end up with me and her in the principal's office!" Hunk hisses. Lance ignores him and crouches down to peep through the glass windows to see if you're in the all-clear. After seeing that it's safe, Lance begins crawling along the wall. "Oh man," Hunk groans and follows suit. You crouch down and proceed to crawl behind them, trying not to make a sound. You reach the end of the hallway when you hear the sound of boots against the floor of the hallway.

"Quick! Hide!" Lance whisper-shouts. They dive into garbage cans while you hide behind the one Hunk hid in.

"L-5 north all clear," the patroller speaks into his comm and strides down the hallway. You come out of your hiding space while Lance jumps out of his can. Hunk struggles to squeeze himself out of it and tumbles to the ground with an 'oof'.

"I'm fine." Hunk dusts himself off. You're about to continue down the hallway when a dorm room opens and Pidge steps out, glancing around furtively before closing her door and sneaking down the hallway.

"Where is he going?" Lance narrows his eyes. You follow Pidge up to the roof of the Galaxy Garrison. Pidge sits with her tech surrounding her, with a headpiece hooked onto her head. Against your objections, Lance sneakily tiptoes up behind Pidge and takes her headphones away, whispering in her ear. "You come up here to rock out?"

Pidge gives a high-pitched scream and jumps away from Lance. She quickly regains her composure and stutters, "Oh, Lance, Hunk, Y/N. No, um, just looking at the stars."Lance squints at Pidge's tech. "Where'd you get this stuff? It doesn't look like Garrison tech."

Pidge gives a smug smile. "I built it."

Hunk inches towards the tech and extends a hand to touch it. "You built all of this?"

Pidge slaps his hand away. "Stop it! With this thing, I can scan all the way to the edge of the solar system." She continues smugly.

Lance puts his thumb and finger on his chin. "That right? All the way to Kerberos?" Pidge's face drops. "You go ballistic every time the instructors bring it up! What's your deal?" Pidge's eyes trail to the floor.

"Lance! Keep your voice down!" you hiss.

"Second warning, Hunk!" Pidge snaps as Hunk fiddles with her tech again.

Lance holds his chin high. "Look, Pidge, if we're going to bond as a team, we can't have any secrets."

Pidge sighs and relents, turning to face you. "Fine. The world as you know it is about to change. The Kerberos Mission wasn't lost because of some malfunction or crew mistake. Stop touching my equipment! So, I've been scanning the system and picking up alien radio chatter."

"Whoa. What? Aliens?" Hunk squeaks.

"Okay. So, you're insane. Got it," Lance interrupts. You elbow his side. "Lance, shut up."Pidge continues. "I'm serious. They keep repeating one word, 'Voltron'. And tonight, it's going crazier than I have ever heard it."

"How crazy?" Lance quirked a brow. Just then, an alarm blares from inside the Garrison.

"Attention, students. This is not a drill. We are on lockdown! Security situation Zulu Niner. Repeat: all students are to remain in barracks until further notice!"

Hunk and you stand up.

"What's going on?" Hunk asks. "Is that a meteor?!" He points to something in the distance. You all look in the direction he was pointing at. A big, red ball of light is speeding toward where you stand.

"A very big meteor?" Hunk finishes meekly. Pidge snatches her magnifying goggles and exclaims, 

"It's a ship!" Lance yanks the goggles to him with

Pidge still holding onto it. "Holy crow! I can't believe what I'm seeing! That's not one of ours!"Pidge lets go of the goggles. "No, it's one of theirs," Pidge says, amazed.

"I can't believe it," you whisper. "It's amazing!"

"So, wait. There really are aliens out there?" Hunk whimpers, his eyes wide. The ship crashes into one of the small valleys nearby, leaving a small earthquake in its wake. Small lights turn on as the Garrison dispatches vehicles to check out the ship.

"We gotta see that ship!" Pidge says, with all her things packed up. How did she do that? You all begin running to the roof exit door. Lance looks back and shouts, "Hunk! Come on!"

[bullet-prooflove]

Apart!Series - Part Two: No Complications - Josh Folsom x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @justmeandanoverdrive @cycat4077 @horny-and-sad27 @1234-angelika @crazy4chickennuggets

It had been a month since Josh had seen you and there wasn't a thing about you, he didn't miss. Every morning when he woke up, he reached for you only to find your pillow cold and your side of the bed empty. He hated waking up alone. Before you it hadn't bothered him, but since…

He missed you badly and the lack of contact had only made things worse. You had Facetimed back and forth over the past month but it wasn’t a match for the real thing. You had seemed down the last time he had spoken to you; you were exhausted. There were dark circles under your eyes and your features strained. He knew you weren’t sleeping, this case was just getting bigger and bigger and you’d had to cancel your last visit back to Las Vegas. So, he’d decided to come to you instead.

Josh ran his hands through his hair as he perched on the neatly made bed looking around the room. It was decorated with touches of things that reminded you of your life back in Vegas. That little plushie cat that he’d won for you at a funfair was resting on the bedside table overlooking the bed like a protector. Josh smoothed his hand over the crisp sheets, imagining you lying there on your side, your fingers wrapped around the plushie, clasping it to your chest as you slept.

Josh kicked his shoes off and lay flat on his back. His right hand slid under the pillow as his left came to rest upon his stomach, his fingers briefly touched something that felt like photo paper. He grasped it curiously before pulling it out and holding it up before his inquisitive eyes. It was a polaroid photograph of the two of you, one of his favourites from the vintage polaroid camera that Beau carried around with him sometimes.

You were leaning into him and laughing, your bright grin lighting up the image. He was looking into your eyes, his fingers entwined with yours as he grinned at the expression on your face. His thumb traced over the outline of your features, and he found the corners of his mouth quirking into a small smile at the knowledge that you kept the memory of him so close to hand.

Josh returned the picture to its rightful place before sitting up abruptly at the sound of your key twisting in the lock. He was already on his feet as you entered the room, your hair falling over you features as you shut the door.

"Hey." Josh greeted.

"What are you doing here?"

This was not the reception Josh had been expecting and he didn't understand why you were reacting like this. You sat down upon the bed, leaning over to remove your boots. Your fingers fumbled with the laces; you didn't seem to be able to untie the knots.

"Here, let me." Josh said quietly as he dropped down to his knees before you.

His dexterous fingers undid the knots in seconds before he gently removed the boots from your feet. His warm hands gently massaged your ankles before he tilted his head up so that your faces were inches apart. Josh's fingers combed through your hair drawing it away from your features so he could look into that beautiful gaze.

There was so much tragedy in your face, so much desperation and hopelessness. You were a ghost of your former self, it's like you weren’t there anymore. There were only traces of your broken psyche left trailing in the wind like a shredded flag. Josh cupped your face between his loving hands, his thumbs smoothing over the apples of your cheeks as he stared into the depths of your soul.

You had withdrawn completely, you had done this before and Josh understood that this was your way of protecting yourself from the things you’d seen. He’d been there for the first scene, he’d had nightmares about it for weeks, there had been three more since then. You had attended them all.

The only way to save yourself from being affected was to lock yourself away from the emotions that clouded your judgement, but it was so painfully, hard to release them once you lost the key.

"Quit hiding from me." he murmured. "I'm here to help."

The sorrow swept through you like a tidal wave stealing away every single thought you had ever possessed. It made your chest ache and your throat sore as you struggled to force down the pressure building up inside of you. The hands that were resting on your lap curled into fists as the sensation of grief overwhelmed you. You couldn't feel anything and every time you tried it was like coming up against a brick wall.

Josh kissed your pert lips chastely and it was like drowning as the violent surge of emotion flooded your system like a narcotic. Your body was moving instinctively, you remembered feeling like this once before.

Your tongue was in Josh's mouth, sending a deviant thrill through his veins. You savoured his taste, his scent, the feel of him here under your hands. He was the only person who understood you, who understood this urge, this need. You were safe with him; you always had been. You slid onto his lap, palms guiding him backwards until Josh’s back came to rest upon the carpeted floor. Your motions were frantic, your kisses heated and desperate. Your hands came to rest on his wrists, guiding them up above his head and pinning them in place. He submitted to you, because that’s what you needed, he'd seen this before when a case got too much. You needed to exert control and Josh was game. It went both ways.

Your teeth grazed his neck and Josh cried out at the sensation, hips thrusting up against yours. You didn’t bother removing his shirt, or yours. Your hand was already undoing the zipper on his jeans, Josh helped you shove them down his hips. The urgency was bubbling under the surface of your skin as you kicked off your trousers and straddled waist. You were wet, soaking for him and Josh groaned at how good it felt to feel you dripping all over his cock.

Jesus, you needed this, you needed to feel something other than the darkness that was eating you up inside. Right now you  needed to fuck that feeling right out of you, you needed to connect. Josh wasn’t some soulless stranger in a bar, he was the love of your life. He would make damn sure that you knew how much he loved you while you fucked him.

You sank down upon his throbbing erection, letting out a cry of reckless pleasure as you took him all the way down to the hilt. This was it, the moment where nothing else mattered. This was the most carnal and basic of desires and you adored every second of the blissful silence in your head.

Fucking Josh was simple, an act of love without complications. You could be selfish during this time; you had no more of yourself to give. You immersed yourself in the sound of your own heightened breathing, the impact of flesh as you rode the man under you with a wild, savage instinct. You could feel that euphoric surge rushing through your body as Josh gripped your hips, changing the angle such slightly so he hit that sweet spot deep down inside of you. You cried out, a thousand stars exploding underneath your skin.

Josh’s fingers entwined with your own, drawing you down towards him so he could look into your eyes at the moment of climax.

“I love you.” he whispered as the endorphins hit you in a rush, setting your synapses ablaze. “I love you so much.”

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[thesilentlands]

Chapter 7+: Volts Upgrade

-dont worry, if he does anything bad to you let me know.

Volt could only reply with a simple "OK" before his message systems where blocked by the block chip. The chip also blocked his ability to move so hes completly imobile now only able to see and speak.

Volt then was placed on a harness and he waited for something.

-Hello? - he spoke out in a scared and confused static voice, then Frank came in to the room, wearing a diffrent shirt and a diffrent robotic arm.

-hello volt - Frank said in a calm voice, slowly aproching a table where verious mechanic tools where located

-why are you doing, this? To me? -

-listen buddy since you guys moved hire i wanne do a good thing by cheaking you out-

-but but you cant, youll wont like what youll find-

-bealive me, i find many bad things inside bots that where traveling for a long while-

-but um UM-

-you dont have to worry about anything Volt- he said, walking twards Volt with a mear chair

Frank then removed Volts forgead plate and pulled out his "brain", this was a pretty tipical thing to do, but Volt was nerwous.

-are you gonna kill me?- he asked

-why of course not, your not ready for salvage yet, hehe..-

-...-

-i think i know why your worried-

-whats that?-

-your from a bunker, arent you?-

-?!- Volt was shoked at what he heard -How you know???-

-well i know that your kind of model orginated from bunkers, plus your main chip is inscribe with bunker numerals-

-huh, so you knew from start?-

-yup, but i was kinda suprised when i first saw you walking on two legs-

-weard habit of mine-

-alright im gonna upgrade your system now, and maybe do some modification to improve you, your gonna black out-

-fine, alright, just do it-

As Volt said Frank did, Volt now couldnt see, hear or feel anything, he was completly surounded by darkness. Frank took some time wail reparing Volt, his systems where old and really out dated, he took 4 hours repeplacing, updating and modifing Volt. When frank was finished he removed the block chip and waited untill Volt woke up

Volt waited untill all his limbs where usable then he woke up, he looked around and saw Frank working at his desk, he then barked in a much better voice, he was suprised by this. Then Frank looked back at him and let him off his harness.

-soo, how do you feel?- Frank asked

-it feels odd, i can see everything better and my voice is better, im better-

-yeah bud, ive replaced your voice box with a new one, updated your system, and ive also removed your upper mouth plate where your lens was-

-wheres the plate now-

-dont worry, ive put it in on the top of the shelf, you know its risky-

-right, what else have you done to me?-

-alright, go to that mirror over there- he points at a mirror

Volt walks over to the mirror and looks at him self, he notised that at the bolts that hold his jaw there where a sturdey pieace of wire sticking out.

-did you broke me??-

-no no, just open your mouth and youll see-

Volt slowly opened his jaw and the wire was starting to split into many more and then a holo projection with a faint yellow color appered.

-wo!-

-yeah i had a spare part that did this, when you scream youll then flash band someone your faceing, so be carefull-

-ok! Anything else?-

-ive instaled some small solar panels on your back-

-nice, anything else-

-thats all volt, you can leave now if you what-

-Frank?-

-yeah?-

-would you like to know something, i can anwer it-

-uhh, let me think... To who did you give the lens? If there was a lens in the first plac--

-to mike, he found me in my weakest and helped me, so i repayed him-

-alright then, thanks for shareing that-

-you wont tell anyone?-

-i wont, i promise-

-alright, ill be leaving now-

-later bud, see you in the morning-

Then Volt left, he was suprised and kinda happy that people dont judge him nor mike, he then went up stairs, quietly to not disturb the other, he walked up to the door and he could her Micheal and Vanessa talk.

He chose to not disturb them, he returned down stairs and layed on the couth he then entered his sleeping mode and sleep the night away, happy that he didnt need to hide his orgins

[aquarii-txt]

Breakdown — ffxiv

cw; depiction of panic attack/breakdown

It’s hard to say whether it happens more often now that they’ve been traveling together, now that things are more out in the opening, the air between them slowly but surely clearing, or if simply Keiteaux is finally allowing Ruhvi’a to see him weakened and vulnerable. After the moments, as he gently cradles a hand in his own, coaxing out the lingering tension and tremors, he finds himself grateful that the man can finally release the pain than to keep letting it fester.

He never rushes it, or demands to be let in when those high walls tremble; he sighs quietly and offers a hand, just like when Keiteaux will do the exact same when thunderstorms become too loud.

An initial spark is hard to pinpoint, especially with a man who’s built a life around harboring such pain, but the eventual embers, the wildfire that ensues is unmistakable. It had taken an effort to coax Keiteaux to stop and rest from their travels once the small little signs were noticed. It had taken even longer to convince the stone wall to remove even the faceplace, let alone any of the armor he hides away in. Eventually clasps were undone and straps loosened, and in the quiet seclusion behind their tent walls, a monolith crumbles.

Ruhvi’a sits quietly. On the bedroll in front of him, Keiteaux has folded in on himself, on his knees and bent over, cradling his own head. It’s a pitiful resemblance of when he himself falls too deep into his own prayers. And yet, watching such a stalwart man crumble like a fragile babe, the worst of it all is the silence of it. There are tears—and he can only but guess what they fall for this time—and tremors do shake those great shoulders. And the man is so quiet.

A calloused hand reaches out, rests atop mused and choppy hair, and everything becomes charged, everything tenses and freezes, like the tight moment right before glass shatters—and it doesn’t. A breath is let slowly slip, shoulders fall and somehow Keiteaux seems to sink even deeper into himself, and Ruhvi’a never removes his hand. Slowly he pats the others hair down, lets strands of dark and grey slip between his fingers, and it is impossible to tell how many ticks or bells they stay just like that. The silence never leaves, but it does eventually settle, it does eventually get guided by a gentle hand to sit and to be.

Another hand reaches out, gently touches another still hiding away a face. He doesn’t pry at it, just a simple sign, “I’m here,” and nothing more.

“May I take yer hand?” Ruhvi’a asks so quietly, it could have easily been brushed off as the wind whispering through the trees. Even he thinks, perhaps, it had been true until finally another hand loosens and slowly, hesitantly, it seeks his out. Ruhvi’a meets it without a thought, wrapping his fingers around a palm, a thumb tenderly rubbing across knuckles.

Eventually a hand migrates from soft hair to an expansive back. Under the fabric of Keiteaux’s undershirt, occasionally his hand brushes over the harness beneath, and he makes an offhand note to himself to check for strain later. Now though, that hand just rubs circles along a spine, fingers dancing over shoulder blades until there’s a semblance of pattern to the other’s breathing, until the tight, crushing grip he clings with to his hand that makes his own ache with a pain he’ll gladly endure. Slowly, he leans just a little more into the ball Keiteaux still sits in. Ruhvi’a’s hand still goes about the gibberish writing.

“Eglantine.” He gently squeezes the other man’s hand. Another breath, and he continues. “Can ye feel me breathin’?”

It’s slow, and it’s hesitant, but eventually that same hand answers with the simple shape of a “yes.”

“Focus on that. Breathe with me so.” His movements become more deliberate, but nowhere is that soft tenderness lost. “Yer through the thick of it now.”

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Happy Wednesday

Chapter 9

Finch had warned him how careful you were, you’d spot a tail a mile off. Reese changed cars on each tail, but Finch was unsure about whether you’d fall for it.

    ‘Well, we’ve been to the school and to the charity garden party,’ Reese sighed. ‘I haven’t seen anything so far that strikes me as odd. Her security personnel are very thorough.’

    ‘Evelyn wouldn’t hire anything less,’ Finch sounded like he was walking. ‘She has always seen quality in people, even and most especially when they cannot see it in themselves. She has a way with people that is… breath taking.’

    Reese thought it an odd choice of word, that was until he parked close to the university building to see the man himself standing across the road, watching you step out of the blacked out vehicle, surrounded by three bodyguards and a much smaller driver. You were escorted swiftly and quickly into the building that was filled with students and visitors alike.

    Finch looked like a man longing for a life he once had, but had taken away too soon. Reece could see the heartbreak in his eyes, in the way he stood looking up at the university building, he really loved you.

    ‘You think this is a good idea?’ Reese asked, scanning the street as he approached where Finch was standing. ‘She might see you.’

    ‘I know it might be a mistake, but…’ there was evident emotion in his voice that Reese wasn’t quite ready for. ‘She didn’t deserve to be put in such danger. I should never have involved her with the machine, should’ve kept her at arm’s length… but then,’ Harold chuckled. ‘She’d never forgive me if I didn’t tell her, and honestly, I don’t know which is worse.’

    Reese didn’t have any advice, but he couldn’t stop Finch from going in to see your speech, all he could do was keep you both safe.

    There were heavy checks before anyone was allowed to enter the lecture hall, and Reese decided he wanted to take a look around instead of sitting listening to you talk about the internet.

    ‘Let me know if you see anything.’ He said, leaving a somewhat nervous Finch to enter the very back of lecture hall on his own.

 Harold made his way to a seat in the very back row amongst students sitting with their laptops and phones out. It gave him a small lift to realise how entertained you would be by that.

    He could feel his heart pumping a little harder as you were being introduced by the usual lecturer. Just seeing you in the flesh would be a privilege he hadn’t allowed himself in far too long.

    God, you were so beautiful. You’d barely changed since he last saw you, maybe a haircut that framed your face better than before, but you still had that playful confidence that he’d known you for.

    He was reminded briefly of your first kiss inside his hotel room, you always looked so good in that dress, so elegant in evening wear, but somehow you were making business dresses look elegant as well. The dark green of the one you were wearing for the lecture was stunning. A square cut with a floral design sewn over the top. You also wore the silver necklace, fiddling with it slightly as you stood flicking through your notes.

    Harold was captivated by every word, your voice unfiltered was something he missed so much, hearing your jokes, your one-liners, hearing you whisper, ‘I love you’. He removed his glasses, trying to compose himself and keep his emotions in check. Your entire speech was detailed, thorough and passionate, he sorely missed the passion you held for your work, so to see it one more time was a blessing he would always take advantage of.

    ‘Finch, you there?’ Reese said in his earpiece.

    ‘I’m here.’ Harold said as quietly as he could.

    ‘I’ve found the threat, four men posing as delivery drivers,’ he was panting a little. ‘But I need you to keep her there a little longer while I figure out how to get rid of them.’

    ‘Mr Reece, I cannot-‘

    ‘Finch these men will kidnap her if they get a chance. What’s worse, she finds out you’re alive, or she’s killed for information?’ Reese made his point and Harold’s chance was coming.

    He quickly wrote down a question and handed it off to a student, who just looked at him and shrugged. Harold urged him to ask it.

    ‘Any questions?’ You asked as a sign off to your speech.

    ‘Er, yeah,’ the student put his hand up to begrudgingly speak. ‘What about the dangers of the spread of misinformation? Surely that can used as a security measure, to keep information safe?’

    Harold had his eyes down, he couldn’t bear to look up, but you hadn’t yet answered and he got curious. You were looking directly at him. His entire body went cold, you had such disappointment in your eyes that it killed him. You took a deep breath and slipped off your glasses, clearing your throat before you spoke.

    ‘It would depend entirely on the information.’ You swallowed back any emotion you felt and Harold felt terrible that he’d caused you such pain in such a public setting. You cleared your throat once again. ‘If that’s all there is, it’s been a pleasure speaking with you.’

    Harold began to panic, he hadn’t given Reese enough time, in fact, you were leaving earlier than intended. What had he done?

    ‘Mr Reese?’ Harold stood with the rest of the noisy students, only to hear a lot of physical movement being made by Reese, he was in the middle of a fight, but he still needed to be warned. ‘I’m afraid, I may have miscalculated, Miss Brooke has left the lecture hall and will be on her way to your position by now.’

    There was no reply and that was never a good sign. Harold made his way to the where the delivery trucks would come in and found the one thing he dreaded more than anything. Reese passed out with a heavy wound to his head and your necklace on the floor next to one of the wheel of your own empty car.

    You had been kidnapped.

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[cherrysrambles]

Why Are You Bothering Me?

Summary: One night on the Razor Crest you can’t handle just how cold space can get, so you finally decide to do the only logical thing. Snuggle up to a very warm Mandalorian

Warnings: none, super fluffy, kinda suggestive, just cuteness

Words: 1,084

It was a cold night on The Crest. Usually you’d be able to get through the cold by bundling yourself up in all the unused blankets on the ship, and occasionally throwing on one of Mando’s old capes. But tonight you couldn’t handle it, your whole body was going numb, you were sure you were going to die from hypothermia. You both decided to take it in turns who gets to sleep in that tiny cot Mando calls a bed. Well it was more you forcefully telling him that he’s not allowed to fall asleep in his pilots chair on long nights, he needs a good night sleep just like everyone else does. So much so that that particular night, you sprinted up to the cockpit and practically threw yourself in his chair so he would have to go sleep in the cot. Kinda funny at the time. But with Mando in the hatch, it’s now the warmest part of the ship, and you’re stuck shivering in his chair in a big ball of fabric.

This is it, this is how I go you think to yourself. What would Mando think when he found your cold lifeless body in the hanger, would he care that you died? He might care a bit. It’s hard to get a read on him sometimes, half the time you don’t know if you’re annoying him with your presence or if he actually wants you around. You start finding it hard to breathe from how much you’re shivering.

Fuck it. Theres no other option, or is there? Nope, there definitely is no other option. Mando is like his own space heater, he radiates heat even through all that beskar. But waking up a Mandalorian from his rest doesn’t sound like a good idea. To be honest, he petrifies you sometimes, not intentionally, but it’s just the way he is, so stoic all the time, it feels like he’s constantly watching you, which he’s clearly not, why would he? But this time, you have to man up and do it. It even hurts to get off the chair and make it down the ladder. Eventually when you get there you knock gently on the compartment door.

*knock knock* ‘Mando…. Nothing is wrong! So don’t worry, Grogu and I are safe” you manage to get out. You hear shuffling and a grumbled “Then why are you bothering me?” He sounds different, you realise it’s because he doesn’t have his helmet on! Of course he doesn’t, he doesn’t live in that thing, although you had your suspicions…

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you get back t-“

“What do you want?” He cuts you off.

“I.. I’m cold’

“Then get a blanket”

“Mando I have all of them”

“…Then grab one of my capes”

You whisper so quietly that you’re unsure he’ll even hear ‘I have that too”

Silence

“You’ll need body heat” he says. This was not the plan you had in mind, but he’s right, you had ALL the blankets in the ship, you need something nice and warm and firm and har- stop it. Your mind is wondering again.

The lights go out in the hull and you know he’s waiting for you. You press the button to open the compartment “drop the blankets” he says and you can feel his voice trembling down to your core.

“What side are you on?” You whisper “Your left”the replies.

You drop the blankets and hurriedly get under his, facing away from him.

“You’re shivering sweet girl” Theres that nickname again. You nod as he pulls you closer into his arms.

“It’s ok, just relax, I’ve got you” he says into your hair, calming you instantly.

Moments pass before he speaks again. “You should take your clothes off, I mean, take off what you’re comfortable with, like, down to your underwear, like me, so I can warm you properly” If you weren’t so damn cold and embarrassed you might’ve realised just how flustered the Mandalorian is getting.

You slowly start trying to remove your sleep top, but struggle, the feeling still hasn’t come back to your fingers, sensing your frustration, Mando places a warm hand on your hip and ever so slowly moves it under your shirt, undressing you carefully whilst turning you around to face him. He removes your top and you cling to him shivering as he rubs a warm hand up and down your back. You like this you think, as you still continue to shiver. “Your pants need to go” He says, you nod and make no move to remove them yourself. The hand that’s caressing your back moves slowly down your back and under the waistband your your sleep pants as he slowly starts to lower the fabric, using his feet to kick them the rest of the way off, “wrap your legs around me” he says as removes your leg to rest over his. His warm hand goes back to stroking up and down your back soothing you. You try as hard as you can not to think about what is pressing right up against your core currently.

Eventually, you stop shivering and start to relax. You snuggle up to his warm broad chest even closer and. Shit. Mando said ‘take your clothes off like me’ didn’t he? You shuffle around slowly trying to move back and he grabs you tight “please stop moving” he says. Yep, he’s definitely in his boxers and you definitely don’t have a bra on.

“Unless you’re uncomfortable?” He whispers?

“I’m comfortable” You lie. You’ve never been this close to anyone, let alone this close to anyone whilst half naked.

“I can feel your tension, we can stop, you’ve warmed up” he says as he starts to pull away, but you grab him tight.

“It’s just.. I’ve never been.. This is just..I..” You stutter

“Me too”

“Really!?” You blurt out “I mean, I didn’t mean that, ignore I said that” you plead, and you can sense how tense he is now,

“Mando I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel unco-“

“I’ve never been this close to anyone either” Oh, well that’s new information.

He continues “And I’ve never taken my helmet off in front of anyone else, you’re the first”

“I can’t see your face, so it’s ok, right?” He doesn’t answer, he just hums into your hair and very slowly, you start to drift off into the best sleep of your life.

[bellatrixscurls]

“achy” ☁️ draco x reader x harry

warnings : smut, dom/sub, sub!reader, sub!harry, dom!draco, soft aftercare, praise kink.

summary : you feel needy so you make harry skip transfiguration, and draco finds out.

a/n : not me writing for drarry again bc i’m literally obsessed with this ship- chile 😳.

“but please, har! i really need you” you pouted at the bespectacled boy, staring up at him as your hands tugged at his scarlet and golden tie, “you’re so pretty. please, angel.”

harry only sighed, biting his lip at the sight of you. you needed him so much, and seeing you in that state made him want you too, more than anything, “okay” he agreed, feigning indifference but a smile crept onto his face as soon as strings of ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s left your mouth, along with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

you wasted no time in dragging him up the stairs to his dorm, knowing that draco wouldn’t be able to catch you there.

closing the door behind him, harry let you undress him. you began with his tie, that you’d been dying to get off him since that morning, then with his pants and briefs, and finally took off his shirt, leaving him bare in front of you. you smiled weakly at him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his chest, making him giggle at the action, “so fucking precious, ‘m love” you said as you got down on your knees, gripping his thighs for support as your lips lightly touched his red tip, causing him to shudder.

“so pretty” he whispered as he guided your head, your mouth taking all of him, making you gag at his impressive size, “f-fuck, y/n/n. taking all of me like such a good g-girl, fuck!” whined harry, pushing your head closer so you were forced to breathe through your nose, tears leaking out of your eyes at the roughness of his thrusts.

a few more thrusts along with your boyfriend’s praises and you couldn’t ignore your neediness, your hand immediately sliding down and playing with your clit. you hummed around his cock as he continued to fuck your mouth, and you heard harry chuckling from above you, “couldn’t take it anymore, could you, lovey ?” he questioned rhetorically, but you shook your head nevertheless, “stop that, angel.”

and although his tone was gentle, your hand immediately left your wet cunt, at the same time he cupped your face and eased himself out of your mouth, “lemme taste my sweet little girl” he said, earning a soft moan from you as you held two fingers up, close to his lips. harry’s tongue poked out as his mouth opened and he took your fingers between his upper lip and tongue, sucking and humming around them as his eyes closed.

the sight was pure sex. harry, with your fingers inside his mouth, tasting you and actually enjoying it. “d-daddy” you whispered, and harry’s eyes immediately snapped open, watching your glossy eyes and pouty lips, “wanna- wanna be fucked, please. wanna cum ‘round your cock, pretty please” and although a sub himself, harry couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying that — you calling him ‘daddy’, while begging for his cock.

“well, good girls get what they want, don’t they, sweetheart ?” he asked, brushing some strands of hair out of your face. “m-i’m a good girl ?” you asked hopefully, watching as he nodded, satisfied at how submissive you were for him, and only him, “a good girl that’s gonna receive exactly what she wants, hm ?”

so you didn’t even try to control yourself anymore, and got on your back on the floor, pulling harry on top of you as you kissed him passionately, running your hands up and down his chest. chuckling, he pulled away for a second, “easy- easy, my love” he pressed his forehead against yours, slowly pushing his cock inside of you, pulling breathless moans and whines from you as he couldn’t control the endless groans escaping his parted lips.

“just l-like that- so good! so fucking good.”

***

an hour later, after cumming three times each, you were finally done. laying on the floor, sweaty bodies pressed against each other as you tried to catch your breaths. “should we t-take a bath now ? use some lotion for s-sore muscles ?” you asked, remembering the usual things draco’d do after sex.

harry was aware about those things, but being a sub himself, he couldn’t do it properly so he just said “i- i think we should go to dinner first, you know- so draco won’t be suspicious” he offered and you agreed, feeling hungry yourself.

you put on one of harry’s tshirts and your shorts, while harry dressed himself as well, and you headed to the great hall. while walking, your legs were visibly trembling, and harry seemed tense and uncomfortable as well, but you just brushed it off and continues walking.

once there, you made your way to the slytherin table, where you and harry sat on either of draco’s sides. but then again, sitting down wasn’t comfortable either — your pussy was aching and you swore that you could hear harry hiss as well.

frowning, draco glanced at you, then at harry and back at you, eventually opening his mouth, “didn’t see you in transfiguration” he spoke matter of factly, turning back to his food as he waited for an answer.

“i-i forgot to do my essay a-and you know how minnie gets” you told him quietly, your cheeks burning in embarrassment at what happened just a few minutes before.

draco hummed, not really impressed as he turned his gaze to his boyfriend, “and you ?”

looking down shyly, harry stuttered, “i was h-helping her.”

“right, so who’s idea was it ?”

“what idea ?”

“skipping class to fuck. without me ? d’you think i’m stupid, potter ?”

“we didn’t-”

“oh yeah ? explain this, then” draco said arrogantly, sliding one of his hands inside your underwear and slapping your clit lightly as you cried out in pain, half of the table turning to look at you, but they instantly looked away when draco glared at them.

deep in thought, draco removed his hand from your underwear and brought it up to nose, inhaling the scent with closed eyes. inhaling deeply, his eyes snapped open and he groaned, gripping both yours and harry’s wrists and practically dragged you up to his dorm.

***

“did you apply lotion ? take a warm bath ? wash your hair ?” draco yelled at both you and harry, as the only thing you could do was shake your heads, waiting for the punishment he had in store for you, sooner or later.

groaning in frustration, draco disappeared behind the door of his spacious bathroom — as he was a prefect. you shot harry a look as well as he did you, tears leaking out of your eyes as you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

“in here, now” his cold voice instructed and both of you obliged instantly, your legs quivering as you entered the bathroom, trying to stand straight in front of the blond, “my poor little babies...” he spoke softly as his hands went to cup one of your cheeks and one of harry’s, pulling you closer to his chest and holding you there.

you sobbed against his pale skin, the achiness increasing as well as your guiltiness, “m s-sorry, dray...didn’t wanna- i knew you w-wouldn’t skip class with us and- and harry looked so pretty...i’m so so sorry” by the time you were done speaking, your tears were dripping down your chin and all the way down draco’s shirt.

but instead of yelling or punishing you like you thought he would, draco shushed you, depositing harry and then you into the spacious bathtub.

“next time don’t do these things without permission, bubs...see ? it hurts now, doesn’t it ?” he cooed when you and harry winced as the hot water came into contact with your sore muscles and your overused bodies.

you nodded shyly as harry laid his head upon your chest, closing his eyes, “m sorry too...” he whispered, too shy to even look at any of you as he buried his face into your chest, “for being a bad boy, i mean...wanna be good f-” but harry couldn’t get the last words out of his mouth as his adorable little snores filled the room, causing both you and draco to giggle quietly.

“he’s probably gonna do this again, isn’t he ?” draco sighed, squeezing some shampoo on his palm and rubbing his palms together.

“if this is what we get, i’m most likely gonna do this again as well.”

“wh- hey!”

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[gothicwidowsworld]

Nail Varnish L.H

Unclipping Roscoe's harness Y/N couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the bulldog bolting off in search for his partner in crime leaving the y/h/c woman to remove her damp shoes and coat in the hallway alone. Y/N couldn’t help but miss the days when Roscoe wouldn’t leave her side automatically after a walk but Y/D/N had entwined herself in the small dog's heart since the day they’d met and 6 years later their bond was as strong as ever. “Lew did you turn the heating on?” Y/N called out to her husband following the noise from an old rerun of Top Gear on the tv the only sign of life. “Honestly I get you run warm but it’s really cold” Y/N whined walking into the living room ready to crash on the sofa for at least 10 minutes before worrying about dinner. “I was a little preoccupied babe.” the Mercedes Driver replied, shooting the y/h/c woman an awkward smile.

 “We’re playing nail salon Mummy.” Y/D/N stated energetically a large grin on her tan features. “Yeah so I see.” Y/N said back lovingly to the young girl currently knelt at her dad's feet a tight grip on Lewis’ large hands, her small tongue poking out due to her intense concentration. “Don’t start Babe I couldn’t say no.” Lewis defended himself rolling his eyes at the y/h woman trying not to laugh at the sight. Nodding in mock understanding, Y/N perched herself on the edge of the sofa trying to not invade Y/D/N’s space that the young Hamilton had dedicated to her small ‘Salon’. “Did you even try saying no?” Y/N teased her husband tilting her head in silent judgment. Suppressing a laugh the Brit shook his head “Not really…” 

“So what colour did you pick Sir Hamilton?” the y/h/c woman asked, placing her head in her hands utterly engrossed with the small family moment. It was nice seeing Lewis unwind while he was home, to see him carefree in their home environment, his eyebrows no longer farrowed in stress or anxiety about upcoming races. Relaxed domestic Lewis was one of her favourites. Shrugging, the man attempted to reach for the small bottle before getting a light smack from the child, still quietly painting each finger nail with care. “Um excuse me” Lewis objected gently, his tone serious but his warm brown eyes giving away he wasn’t really angry. “Daddy stop moving, you're going to ruin my hard work.” Y/D/N groaned loudly ignoring the older man's protest. “YD/N/N is that Mummy’s nail varnish?” Y/N asked, slowly clocking the dark purple bottle. “That doesn’t sound good Y/N. Why doesn’t that sound good?” The Driver panicked slightly, catching his wife's wide y/e/c orbs. Closing her eyes Y/N took a deep breath “that’s the one that stains a lot…” Y/N replied simply. “Hope you like that shade of purple.. You’ll be having it for a while.”

“All done!�� Y/D/N yelled happily looking up at the two concerned adults completely oblivious. “Your turn Mummy” the little girl exclaimed, patting the empty space on the other side of the Driver. Chuckling nervously Y/N smiled “I have to make dinner sweetheart maybe later?” leaving the room quickly. Pouting Y/D/N seemed to accept the weak excuse from her Mum. “Where’s Roscoe?” Y/D/N asked innocently, moving to grab a rather electric pink. “No Princess, you can't paint Roscoe's claws.” Lewis declared, grabbing the little girl and sitting her beside him. “He might like it.” Y/D/N proclaimed wriggling against her fathers arms, currently trying to contain her. “He can’t wear nail varnish.” Lewis explained nicely. Crossing her arms Y/D/N rolled her eyes “It’s 2021 Daddy boy’s can wear nail varnish!!” the young Hamilton retaliated a pointed glare directed at her dad. “Not what I meant.. Never mind.” Lewis stopped himself there was no arguing with Y/D/N. “Y/N hide the dog!” Lewis yelled, throwing his head back in defeat. “What? Why?!” the y/h/c woman called back totally confused.

[imthebadguyyy]

God, I Love You

Lewis Hamilton X Reader

Summary - Its been a tiring couple of race weeks, and you just want to love on your man

Stretching, you slowly opened your eyes as the first bright rays of sunshine peeked through a gap in the curtains, that you had drawn shut the previous night. As you slowly regained complete consciousness, you became aware of the slight weight around your waist, and the feel of warm breath on the back of your neck.

Suddenly remembering the events of the previous day, a smile etched itself onto your lips, as you rolled over to see a sight you had sorely missed for the past three weeks. Lewis was still fast asleep, head buried in your neck, and arm slung around your waist. Smiling as you took in the sight, you became faintly aware of the sound of paw steps down the hall, as Roscoe's face peeked in through the open door. Sitting up very slowly so you didn't wake your sleeping boyfriend, you extended your arms towards the dog, who came trotting forward for a morning cuddle.

After some morning loving for the dog, you decided to get up and start your day, and let Lewis sleep off the exhaustion, exhilaration, stress and jet lag from the races he had won. He had only come home yesterday, and it had been so late in the evening that you had just eaten dinner together, and talked for a bit, but sensing how hard it was for him to even keep his eyes open, you had simply gone to bed. But today, you had planned to simply spend time together, to make up for the time he had not been there.

Stepping into the bathroom, you did your morning routine, of brushing, using the toilet, and tying your hair up into a ponytail. Then you made your way into the kitchen, the bulldog following right by your side. When you had begun dating Lewis, Roscoe had simply started treating you like his mom, and once, when Lewis had referred to you as 'Mumma' while talking to him, you cried. That was the moment you knew that this was always going to be your family. Ever since then the dog had become your fur baby as well, and Lewis often joked that Roscoe loved you more than he loved his own dad.

Deciding that waffles and fruit was the way to go, you quickly whipped up the batter, and poured it into the Mickey Mouse shaped waffle iron that you had bought at a Disney themed store. Picking out some strawberries, mango, orange segments and blueberries to put in a bowl on the side, you also decided to prepare Roscoe's bowl, so the doggo could eat with you guys. Soon, the smell of waffles wafted through the air, and you took out two perfectly shaped waffles to put onto the plate. Quickly pouring more batter into the pan, you began to set up the breakfast tray, and then make your way back to the bedroom.

With breakfast eventually ready, you picked up the tray laden with waffles, cut fruit, tea, maple syrup and a bowl of dog food and walked up quietly to the bedroom. The curtains were still drawn, although the gentle breeze kept moving them to the side, causing little rays of sunshine to peek through and shine on Lewis's face. To combat the light, he had simply pulled the fluffy white blanket over his head to keep the light away from his face, and you mentally "awed" at the sight. Setting the tray down on the bedside table, you climbed into the bed, and wrapped you arms around his torso, peppering kisses onto his neck, and moving onto his face, kissing his chin, nose, cheeks, forehead, eyes, and then finally, just above his lips.

Stirring as you kissed his face, Lewis's eyes slowly fluttered open, taking in his surroundings. After momentary confusion about where he was, he remembered that he was back home. Back with Y/N and Roscoe. A feeling of happiness and pure joy began to spread through his body, as he turned to see Y/N's e/c eyes looking at him with pure love and adoration. "Good morning bubs! Did you sleep well?" she asked, fingers tracing shapes over his bare skin. "Morning baby. I did" he replied, snuggling into her warmth, burying his face in her chest, as she began to softly play with his hair. "I made breakfast"

"You didn't have to" "I wanted too" 'MmmHmm"

As you basked in each others warmth and cuddled up to each other, Roscoe, deciding that he wanted some loving too, jumped onto the bed, right between the two of you. "Hello Roscoe" Lewis said, reaching out to pet the doggo. Wagging his tail, he trotted up to your body, and sat down near your tummy, resting his head on Lewis's shoulder. Feeling loved up and comfortable between both your boys, you let out a sigh of content, and rested your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. Humming something under his breath, Lewis began running his fingers along your bare arms, causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin.

"The foods getting cold" you suddenly said out loud, hopping out of bed to go and get the tray from the bedside table. Getting out of bed, Lewis made his way to the bathroom, and eventually came back to the room in a couple of minutes, to find Roscoe munching away at some treats, while you had picked up a little folding table and placed it on the bed to rest the tray on. Feeling extremely happy once again, he climbed back onto the bed, and grabbed his share of the food on the table.

His phone began to vibrate, Toto's caller ID flashing across the screen. Groaning, he put the phone face down on the table, and ignored the call. "Why aren't you picking up ? It could be important you know" Sighing, he turned to you, "I spoke to him yesterday, and if its that important he can simply text me after I don't pick up. Plus I've seen him for three weeks straight, and now I want to spend time with YOU" pouting, he looked back at you, making you let out a snort of laughter at the look on his face. "Ok drama queen. Now eat your breakfast and then we can take a shower"

Smirking, he looked at you from the corner of his eye, "we?"

"Yes, now shut up and eat" you said, nudging him with a glint in your eyes.

"Yes ma'am"

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After taking a shower together, and washing the dishes and the general monotonous household work, the both of you decided to take a walk along the beach, and take a frisbee along with you.

Dressing in the appropriate attire for the beach, you put Roscoe in his "ROSCOE 44" harness and walked out of the house. The beach was only five minutes away from your house, and you enjoyed the salty smell of the ocean air. It was a bright and sunny day, accompanied by a pleasant, cool ocean breeze as well. As you neared the golden sand, the bulldog bolted towards the sand, and ran right up to the water, and turned back to look inquiringly at the two of you. Laughing, you caught up with him, setting down the beach bag Lewis had packed for your beach day on a towel. Deciding to just relish in the Sun rays, you laid down a second towel, and removed your wrap around dress to lie in your bikini.

Lewis on the the other hand, decided to go for a swim in the water, and stripped off his t-shirt, so he remained in just his swim trunks. Looking over the top of your sunglasses, you couldn't help your gaze wandering all over his toned and muscled body, letting your eyes drink in the sculpted muscle and the tattoos that adorned his body, eyes lingering over each and every one, teeth unconsciously sinking onto your lower lip. "Enjoying the view?" his cocky voice made you look up at his face, still feeling slightly dazed.

"Yeah, because its mine to enjoy" you replied, throwing him a smirk. Rolling his eyes, he ran to the water to join Roscoe for a swim, while you watched with a smile on your face, as you watched your two boys chase the waves together. Whipping out your phone, you opened Instagram, to film the pair, and uploaded it onto your story with the caption : beach days with these two make everything better 🤍🤍

When the rays became too hot, you guys packed up your bags and made your way back home, stopping to buy some ice cream to beat the heat. Deciding to simply order some Chinese takeout food for dinner, with a bottle of wine, you settled down in front of your TV to have a movie night together. Lewis was in the kitchen, making some popcorn, and bringing you guys some wine as well.

Settling for 'Lion King' for your first movie, you let Lewis sit down, and prop his feet up on the pouffe in front of the sofa, while you tucked your feet up in the sofa, and laid your head down on his chest, his arm coming round your shoulder to hold you tightly. Roscoe sat by Lewis's feet, already asleep from the tiring day he had had at the beach. As Simba met Timon and Pumba, Lewis turned to look down at your face, "God, I Love You" smiling back at him, you leaned up to press your lips to his jaw. " I love you too"

Leaning his head down, he pressed his lips to yours, setting down the bowl of popcorn, to wrap his hands around your back, to keep you in place, as you pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around his neck, as his hands began sliding up your back to finally rest in your loose hair, while yours slid down to his toned shoulders, and straddled his lap. The kiss grew more and more desperate, until you two finally broke apart, for the need of oxygen, resting your foreheads against each other, breathing heavily. " I love you. You're so good to me"

"I love you more"

"Not possible"

The moment was broken by a loud "wuff" as you both turned to look at the dog, who had stood up and was now looking up at the two of you with a look that said 'get a room parents!' "Roscoe!' Lewis whined, "We were having a moment" Laughing, you got off his lap, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you. Now, we have to feed to dog"

'Mmhmm' he mumbled, leaning into your touch.

"If you get up now and set the table, I promise I'll lock the door so Roscoe doesn't come in tonight" you said, looking over your shoulder, to wink at him. Eyes darkening slightly, he turned to look at you, and walked right up to you, pressing his palm onto your waist. "You better lock that door tonight. No doggy trauma in this house"

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OK OK OK OK FIRST F1 FIC. let me know what you thought !

NO I HAD TO ADD THIS BECAUSE IT SUITS THIS STORY SO WELL. im soft 🥺❤

Thank you thank you thank you to @grandestrategia for the idea ❤

[whatanoof]

Love Like That

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: angst and sadness, but comfort!

A/N: there's so much angst in quick succession, but this time we've flipped it so that cal is going to get comforted. ouch my heart.

“Cal?” You wander through the darkness of the Bogano workshop. Fallen creatures lie around you in various states of destruction, one memorable carcass is sliced cleanly into three pieces, still smoldering around the edges. “Cal, are you here?”

“Bwoop fwoo…?”

You freeze, scanning your surroundings carefully, “BD? Is that you?”

Happy chirps echo through the hollow rock, and the droid in question wriggles out of a crack in the stone. It hops around, zeroing in on your leg and scaling your clothing to perch on your shoulder.

You rub its little head carefully, “Hey there buddy.” The little droid does a little happy dance, then promptly over balances and almost falls off of you. “Whoa, careful. I don’t exactly have a handy little harness like Cal. Speaking of, where’s your friend?” Because wherever BD is, Cal cannot be too far away.

“Shwooop.”

“Okay. How do I get there?”

---

You squeeze through the half-opened door, thanking whatever Maker is out there that you’re able to fit. It wouldn’t be much of a retrieval mission if you couldn’t even reach Cal, and inconveniences seem to be an incredibly common occurrence in your life.

“Fwoo boop!” BD jumps off of your shoulder and scampers into the darkest corner of the new room. You follow the little lights on the back of its head, and almost trip over Cal in the process.

You instantly drop to your knees, “Hey. We’ve been looking for you.”

“Yeah?”

You blink. That’s not very Cal-like at all. “What’s going on? Are you hurt?” You instantly begin to lift his arm, searching for any traces of pain or blood.

He yanks his arm back, “No.”

You snort, “Is that a signature Cal Kestis ‘I’m okay’?” Meaning that he actually has a very severe injury and is trying to play it off as fine when he really is not. “Or am I going to have to sedate you again?”

“I’m not hurt. Leave me alone.”

You sit back on your heels, gaze sweeping over his figure in the extreme dimness of the room. “Let me get some light in here.” Before he can protest, you’ve ignited his saber and set it down off to the side, where it cannot be accidentally trampled on or touched.

The glow illuminates his face as he looks up slightly to raise an eyebrow at you. You can almost hear his sentence in the slight raise of a single eyebrow, ‘That’s almost sacrilegious.’

“Don’t give me that look. We need light. And it’s not like the Elders are still here to glare disapprovingly down upon you and remove your Padawan braid.” You sit down next to him and sigh, rubbing the back of your neck ruefully. You groan quietly as you stretch your legs. It had not been easy following Cal’s path. The guy climbs like a man possessed; if there is the slightest possibility of a foothold, chances are Cal Kestis is going to take that path.

He snorts, and you both lapse into silence, broken only periodically by BD’s fan kicking in. Somewhere deeper in the cave, water is dripping from the ceiling, splashing in a below pool with a tiny plip. Wind whistles overhead, a hole in the ceiling providing the mouth for the bottle that sings cheerfully overhead. Beside you, Cal’s mind is a tempest of raging thoughts, skimming against your own Force presence periodically, but whisking away too quickly to be seen or understood.

“Why are you here?”

Now that is a perfectly vague and multifaceted question that seems altogether too appropriate for the situation that you are in. “You mean on the Mantis crew in this shitshow of a situation?” You stretch a particularly tight muscle in your leg with a grunt. “Or in a relationship with you? Or right here, right now, sitting next to you in an abandoned workshop?” For all your words, the workshop is beautiful, with high arching ceilings that proudly display spires of rock piercing towards the floor and smooth grey walls with wild plants spidering up the edges. It’s a perfect haven, a barrier against the outside world.

A scornful laugh bursts out of him, “All three.” He relaxes his posture, uncurling his arms from around his legs and straightening. “But I was talking more about the last one.”

You shrug, “You didn’t come back, and you weren’t answering your comms. Cere is actually out here too, looking for you. Greez is flying the Mantis overhead, to see if he can catch any kind of clue about where you went. Worst game of reverse hide and seek ever, by the way.”

He scratches the back of his neck, “Didn’t mean to worry you. I--uh--I needed a minute.”

“Much longer than a minute.” You remark casually. “I’m just glad BD found me, because otherwise I would’ve walked right by this place. It’s beautiful, by the way.”

“Yeah. Cordova was a genius.”

You both lapse into another silence, though this one is much quieter, even though you didn’t speak into the last one, and you don’t speak into this one. You look at him, really look at him, reading every little line in his brow, every tiny twitch of his eyes as he tries to meet your gaze. There’s a deep sorrow written into his face, a grief that seems to surpass the capability of a human of his age.

“What happened Cal?”

He scoffs, “It seems like nothing.”

You smile softly, hand coming up to rest on his arm lightly, “That doesn’t mean that it wasn’t something.”

He inhales deeply and glances at you, then around the workshop. It’s like his gaze can’t choose a single place to rest, like he can’t find a center to his thoughts and focus. Then they fix on the lightsaber that is lying on the floor, still illuminating the workshop in a blue wash of light. He continues with only the slightest waver in his voice, “I was looking through Cordova’s workshop. BD found a lightsaber workbench, and I was going to see if I could patch up a frayed wire. I picked up the tools, and my psychometry activated.”

You nod. Cal had told you about his psychometry, and how he still doesn't know exactly how it works. It is an incredibly rare ability, so precious that it has almost faded to legend.

“I saw Cordova, working on his own saber. He was using this new technique, one I had never seen before. It was going to help incorporate the midichlorians into the weapon, a trick he picked up from the Zeffo texts. But before I could see, it just stopped. And it hit me.”

He stops talking, still staring at the burning lightsaber that is still casting an eerie glow across both of your faces, latched onto the light like it’s the only focal point of hope. You press, “What hit you?”

“I am the last Jedi left.” There’s a quiet, childlike wonder as he says the sentence so matter-of-factly, nearly betraying the true weight of the idea. “There’s no one else, no one to bring back those Zeffo techniques, to train new Force sensitive children in the same way, to protect the peace that we stood for.”

“You can do those thing--”

“How? I’m a Padawan. A child that was thrust into a war and told to learn. I was taught to kill before I learned how to heal. How am I going to raise new younglings? How am I going to restore an Order that I only knew in wartime? The Jedi Order is dead.” His voice cracks harshly on the last word, and he finally tears his eyes away from the saber. “It dies with me.”

Something fractures in your chest even as you refuse to believe his words, “That isn’t true.”

His words are clipped, short and angry as he continues as if he didn’t hear you. “Some Jedi I am, with everything that I’ve been through, I can’t fulfill my purpose. I can’t bring the Order back. People sacrificed everything for me, and this is how I repay them?” Scorn drips from his tone.

“Cal--”

“My clone battalion, my friends died so that I could live! My master died for me, Prauf died for me! Everyone who cares about me seems to die for me! And I don’t know why!” He’s screaming now, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, hands and face clenched in pure fury and grief and rage and sorrow and--

“Cal--”

“I don’t know why I’m worth so much pain.” The raspy whisper echoes emptily through the chamber. “Why would they save me? I can’t do anything, can’t repay them.”

“Prauf and your master protected you, because they loved you.” He shuts his eyes, little wrinkles appearing in the corners of his skin from how tight he is clenching them against the words. “I understand why. Because I love you.” This really isn’t how you planned to break the news to him, but then again, you hadn’t really ever formulated a plan to tell Cal Kestis that you’d fallen in love with him.

“Then why would they leave me alo--” He finally seems to comprehend the last part of your claim, and his head jerks to the side to face you. “Wait what?”

You smile sideways at him, “You heard me.” Even if you didn’t plan it like this, you wouldn’t take it back.

He is silent, then utters a single sentence that is like a slap across the face. “You don’t mean that.”

Your heart drops in your chest, so low that you swear you can feel it rebound off of your stomach and lodge somewhere directly under your ribs, exposed and vulnerable. Dread surges in your abdomen, fear only intensifying it until you can’t feel anything but your ears burning and tears pricking at the corner of your vision. That’s not how he’s supposed to react.

“Why not?” You barely rasp the words past the lump in your throat. “Why can’t I mean that? Why are you telling me how I’m supposed to fee--”

“Please don’t love me. Not like how Prauf and Master Tapal did.”

Oh. His meaning registers in your mind, and in an instant the pain of his rejection passes. Don’t love him the way those of his past have loved him. Don’t be willing to die for him.

“I can’t lose you. Please.” The last word shatters your already fractured heart, pieces flying into your chest and piercing through sinew and flesh. “Promise me you won’t die. Don’t love me like that.”

You hug him. You wrap your arms around his trembling frame and pull him close as if that could protect him. As if your arms could rescue him from the pain that you know his path will hold. As if you could somehow meld to his spirit and become a shield for his body and spirit. But you don’t promise him that. You promise yourself something instead, casting it out around you so that Cal cannot hear it, but hopefully the Force would hear and hold you to it.

“I will love you the way I love, with the greatest power within my being.”

cal kestis taglist: @marvelassassin221b, @my-awakened-ghost, @katethecrazy, @gabile18

[archonoftears]

info: modern au! reader receives a package that helps her tease her boyfriend while he’s at work. 

warnings: 18+ smut, slight breeding kink (mentioned), lingerie, phone sex (kinda), pretty vanilla, no penetration, just description, a tiny bit of dom/sub (implied through dialogue)

word count: 1,626

authors note: umm head empty, thoughts only filled with laying in zhonglis bed and teasing him over the phone. i really can’t remove myself from modern au! with ceo daddy zhong. so here we are again. not gonna lie though, i found myself looking at dragon dildos yesterday and now i just wanna write dragon zhongli and sacrificial maiden. so maybe after i finish with the first chapter of my other fic i’ll get right on that. 

ps no beta, i just kinda got this out and edited it once. so sorry if any mistakes or issues.

please thirst with me if you want to!!

Glancing around your dining room table you felt defeated by the amount of packages staring back at you. You were surprised by the latest delivery of clothing you had received for PR from a few high end designers. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, dating a CEO of a multi million dollar cooperation came with many perks. Yet you never imagined anything like this. Knowing the mess would only stay on the table if you didn’t start tackling it. You began opening up a few packages, finding bags and shoes. Even the latest spring wear from the major brand ‘Liyue Qixing’ sat in a box for you. Before setting your eyes on a more intricate looking box. Opening it to discover some of the most beautiful lingerie you had seen in a long time. Looking at the brand name ‘Scent of Spring’. You didn’t recognize it, but you were quite enamored with the pieces inside.

Forgoing opening any more packages you quickly gathered the items in the box and wandered off to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. Selecting a ivory and gold silk longline balconette bra, with matching thong, and harness. The gold tulle flowers that patterned the silk and lace were soft and delicate under your fingers. You couldn’t go a second longer without wearing the beautiful set. Quickly stripping off the clothes you were wearing and slipping on the lingerie. Loving the feel of the soft lace and silk against your skin. Staring at yourself in the mirror. 

‘This lingerie had to be designed by some deity who knew Zhongli’s taste.’ You thought to yourself as you admired the way the balconette bra exposed half of your breast and how the thong straps cut into the flesh of your hip in a sexy way, giving your body a more defined silhouette.

A light bulb went off in your head, walking over to grab your phone and opening the camera app, returning back to the mirror. Posing yourself quite provocative as you snapped several photos, dropping to your knees and taking a few more photos, before flipping through them. A coy smile playing on your lips as you went to call Zhongli.

Zhongli was startled by the sound of his phone ringing on his desk, glancing down to see your contact photo, a smile immediately forming on his face, he swiped to answer.

“Hello (name), is everything alright my dear?” Zhongli greeted as he turned from the documents in front of him and leaned back in his chair. You seldom ever called him when you knew he was going to be in the office all day, preferring to email him if you needed anything so he assumed this must have been important.

“Everything is fine, just calling to see what you were up to.” You greeted over the phone. Zhongli let out a small sigh, relieved that nothing was wrong.

“I’m just preparing for a meeting with Fatui Industries in a little bit.” Zhongli started, glancing at the clock to check the time. “What are you doing today my dear.” He asked, knowing you didn’t have much on your schedule today.

“Well I was going through some packages I received, you know the PR kind. It was mostly clothes from some nice designers.” You hummed, he could hear you twirling your hair in your fingers as you spoke.

“Oh really? Hopefully they sent things that are your style.” 

“That’s why I was calling actually. There was this one package, the clothes are really nice. But I think they’re more to your taste, and I wanted to get your opinion on them.” You confessed. 

“Of course, I can do that when I get home for you if you would like.” Zhongli replied, glancing at the clock noting that he had about 27 minutes until his meeting. “I should be done with work after I meet with Signora and Childe.”

“I’m actually sending you a couple photos right now, please check your email and tell me what you think.” He couldn’t put his finger on it, but you seemed awfully excited about all of this but he complied with your request.

“Of course, one moment.” Opening his email, quickly finding the one from you at the top and opening it, his eyes widening in realization as he enlarged one of several photos in the email. His voice catching in his throat as he examined it.

“Are the clothes to your liking, sir.” You cooed from the other end of the phone, knowing very well they were in fact to his liking. 

“Ms. (Name)..” Zhongli growled quietly.

“Yes sir?” You asked innocently, Zhongli aware of the game you were playing, but nevertheless here he was clicking on the next photo, feeling his pants grow tighter as he continued to view the photos. The one of you on your knees sending more blood rushing to his already aching erection.

“Are you being a good girl right now?” 

“I’m always a good girl Sir.”

“Are you? You don’t look to be acting like a good girl in these photos.”

“Then should I send you some more photos so you make sure I’m being good?” He could feel himself getting riled up just by the implications of what was being said.

“Well… I’ve already sent them so hopefully you don’t mind.”

Not needing to be told twice Zhongli refreshed his email inbox to find a new message. Opening it to discover new attachments. Slowly he clicked the first picture. Finding you not in front of the mirror in the bedroom anymore, but now on the black sateen sheets of the bed the two of you shared. Angling the camera in a way to show how you would look if he had you pinned down. You looked ravishing, from the way you let your cleavage spill out exposing your nipples, to the way you spread your legs. 

The next photo your hand was on one of your breast cupping and pinching the nipple. The next photo was taken lower, your hand was now in your panties clearly teasing yourself. And the final attachment was a video, it was no more than 15 seconds, but in those 15 seconds you show yourself pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, before dragging your fingers out of yourself and licking the wet slick off your digits. Zhongli was taking deep breaths as he watched. His eyes following your every movement.

“Sir…” You moaned, lust lacing every syllable. “Do you think I look like a good girl in those photos?”

Zhongli couldn’t say anything for a moment. Letting the video replay itself over and over, his eyes finding new things to focus on each time it replayed. From the way your plump lips wrapped around your fingers or the way you quivered when you plunged your two digits into yourself. He just wanted to see you do more.

“When did being a good girl equate to acting like quite the little slut? Surely I’ve taught you better than that.” Zhongli replied firmly, as he adjusted the way he was sitting to accommodate his throbbing cock.

“This is what you’ve taught me…” the breathiness of your voice letting him know you were in fact still touching yourself as you replied.

“I don’t recall teaching you to send provocative photos to me while I’m at work.” He glanced at the clock again, 16 minutes until the meeting. Fuck. 

“Did they make you hard?” You asked suddenly.

He was not a liar, so he wouldn’t lie to you. “Yes they did…” 

“Did they make you want to come home and stuff your big. thick. cock inside of me.” The punctionaction of your words were breaking him down.

“Yes they did…”

“Master are you going to come home so I can show you how much of a good girl I am, when I’m milking your cock.”

“My Lily… I-” Zhongli wasn’t used to you being this forward with him.

“I need you to come home and fuck me now. Because if you don’t pump me full of your cum I might go crazy.” You whined your voice working wonders on his resolve. “Please… Please come home and breed me sir.”

One final weak glance at his clock showed he had 9 minutes before they would arrive.

You moaned again calling his name out through the phone, the thread holding his composure together snapping.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I get home do you understand.” Zhongli growled into the phone, quickly on his feet, grabbing his bag and making his way to the door of his office. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir..!” You exclaimed.

“I hope you understand you won’t be walking for the next few days my Little Lily.” He warned before leaving the safety of his private office.

“Yes yes! Hurry please.” 

“I am.” Quickly saying goodbye and hanging the phone up  with you, while walking towards two approaching figures. 

“Mr. Zhongli goo-” Signora began, reaching her hand out to greet him, but he didn’t meet it.

“My apologies, there seems to be an emergency at home, can you meet with my assistant to reschedule.” Zhongli haphazardly explained. “Again my deepest apologies.” He finished, turning on his heel and b lining it to the exit. Letting the receptionist know that he was leaving and scrambling for the parking garage.

“What do you think his emergency was?” Signora stood bewildered where Zhongli had left her and Childe.

“Do you think everything is alright?

Childe seemed to be having the best laugh of his life as his colleague pondered the obvious.

“Trust me everything’s fine.” Childe said in between laughs. “We should probably reschedule for Monday, he’ll probably need the whole weekend off.”

“This is why I hate partnering with you, you’re too vague sometimes.”