#and when she finally picks? just pushes them back to sit on their heels grips their shoulders and lowers herself onto em

[danikamariewrites]

can i request elriel x reader, where az is pampered by Elain and reader? Like he sees reader sitting on top of elain and plucking her eyebrows/giving her a face mask or smth, and they invite him. So now reader is putting pink little hairlips in it while elain puts on a sheetmask, then they give him a manicure and massage him bc he has a lot of tension. He’s all relaxed, dressed in a pink robe with a headband on and they think he’s the cutest ever and they coo and literally fall head over heels😭

Pampered

Elriel x reader

A/n: This is my first Elriel fic and I was so happy to write this. In the opinion of ships, I don’t have a one. Personally I want the best for Elain and Gwyn and I just want them to heal. Both my girls have been through so much they deserve peace.

Warnings: none

As Azriel drew closer to the bedroom he heard the sweet sound of you and Elain giggling. It was late for you two to be up, he thought to himself. He loves the two of you dearly, but if the two of you were going to be up all night Azriel would just go sleep in one of the many guest rooms the House of Wind has to offer.

It had been a long, exhausting day. Rhys brought him along on a quick trip to Illyria, then he had a meeting that lasted forever with a few of his spies, and to end the day he spent hours trudging through the underbelly of Hewn city searching for a lead on a potential serial killer who was after poorer residents.

Pushing open the door Az is greeted by the sight of you straddling Elain with tweezers in your hand, both in fluffy pink bathrobes. Small bowls of different snacks sat on a blanket at the end of the bed while the rest of the duvet had different beauty items spread out. Azriel held back his sigh. He just wanted to sleep.

When the two of you finally notice him smiles break out on your face. Scrambling off the bed you and Elain rush over to your mate, throwing your arms around him. “Azriel you’re home!” “We missed you love!” Your eyes meet Elain’s soft brown ones when you both feel how tense he is in your grip. Your smiles turn into concerned frowns as you pull away from him.

Taking in his face you notice how tired he looks. There are bags under his eyes, his shoulders droop, and you can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep his mighty wings from touching the floor. Elain brings a hand to rest on his cheek. “Az, you look tired. Did you have a long day?” He didn’t feel like talking. All he could muster was a lazy dip of his chin.

“I’m sorry Az. Have you eaten?” He shakes his head. You and Elain look at each other. The same plan forming in your heads. “There are some left overs, I’ll go make you a plate.” You say, quickly leaving the room before Azriel can object. Elain takes one of his rough hands in hers, “And I’ll draw you a bath. We love you Az, but you can’t get in bed smelling like the sewer.” Elain jokes, trying to make him smile.

Pulling him towards the bathroom Elain lets go of his hand. Azriel sinks onto the vanity stool, no longer possessing the strength to stand. He watches with half closed eyes as Elain bustles around the bathroom making sure the water is the perfect temperature and that Az has a soft towel and his robe for when he’s done.

Azriel didn’t even realize Elain was undoing the clasps and ties of his leathers. He undid the clasps under his wings, helping Elain pull his shirt off. Forcing himself to stand Az does the rest and steps into the tub, moaning at the warmth of the water loosening his muscles.

By the time you return Elain is washing between his wings. You shoo her away so she can clean up the bedroom and you can take over. Azriel perks up at the loss of her touch. Relaxing again when he spots you taking her spot. “Relaxed yet?” A tired smile forms on his lips as he shrugs. He finishes washing and finally pays attention to the plate you had been trying to shove at him.

He reaches a dripping hand out to pick at the dish. You pull it away from him and click your tongue. Picking up the piece Az went for you hold it up to his lips. He reluctantly eats it. As you keep feeding him, he relaxes again letting you take care of him.

You notice goosebumps along Azriel’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you out.” After drying him off you help him into his bathrobe, leading him into the bedroom. The snacks and beauty products have been cleared away. Leaving only Elain sitting in the middle.

You have Azriel lay his head in your lap while Elain sits next to him. “You don’t have to do this. Truthfully I just want to go to sleep.” He says softly. “We can’t let you go to sleep tense Az.” “Yeah, just relax and let us take care of you.”

You two work in tandem to pamper Azriel. Elain lotions and massages his hands. Digging her thumbs into his palms, pulling on each of his fingers to work out the stiffness. You oil in his hair, massaging it into his scalp moving down to his temples to get rid of those pesky headaches.

Elain puts a head band on him while you prepare a face mask to soothe his skin. You apply it with a brush and while it drys you rub his shoulders. Wiping it off Elain switches with you to wash and moisturizing his face.

Once you’re finished Azriel is half asleep, his limbs heavy as you try to push him to the middle of the bed. You go to turn off the lights while Elain pulls down the covers. She waits until you’re back in bed to tuck you all in. You each place a soft kiss on one of his cheeks. He lets out a soft hum, mumbling goodnight.

The two of you lay on his chest and he lazily wraps his arms around you. As you drift off to sleep your hand finds Elain’s. She brings your knuckles to her lips placing a lazy kiss on them.

[little-emerald-snake]

Smutmas Day 18

“One more cheesy pick up line and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you.” - Garreth Weasley X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

619 words

Warnings: possessive boyfriend, rimming f receiving

It was no secret that Garreth and her had been a thing for a while now. Their friends had easily jumped on board with it since they were practically made for each other.

Right now in the comfort of the Great Hall while chatting amongst friends she was giving her best cheesy pick up lines and making the table around them laugh.

She smirked again at the roaring laughter of the table before turning to Garreth, who pinned her with an almost jealous look. He leaned in and in a possessive voice just low enough for her to hear he whispered. “One more cheesy pick up line and I’m going to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone to show them you’re mine.”

She went beet red and took a seat beside him, quieting down and once the laughter died down so did her reddened face and pounding heart.

Later as they split off from their friends, Garreth tightly gripped her hand and tugged her into an empty classroom. She was a bit surprised but as he pinned her against the desk, bending her over and lifting her skirt she blushed with understanding. “G-Garreth we can’t do this here, we’ll get caught.”

Garreth shook his head, only pulling her panties to the side and sliding his fingers against her clit. “No. You don’t get to be all flirty and shit around my friends and then tell me I can’t take your little pussy when I want. You’re mine and I’ll have you whenever I want. Be greatful I didn’t fuck you in front of them.”

She moaned as his fingers slid into her wetness, sliding back out and spreading her slick over her clit. He kneeled behind her, spreading her ass and using one thumb to roll light circles around her clit.

His tongue slid up between her folds, sending a delightful shiver through her. He hummed in appreciation of her taste before focusing his tongue on her tight little hole. She gasped and tried to sit up. “G-Garreth! N-not there!”

He used one strong hand to keep her pinned while his other kept maddening circles around her clit. With her pinned down, he continued to shove his tongue into her tight little hole. Her legs shook with pleasure, causing him to increase his attention there.

Her legs wobbled and she finally relaxed into the desk, pressing her face against the cold wood as his tongue worked its way inside of her. He shamelessly ate her ass, ignoring her dripping pussy almost entirely, except for using her slick to stimulate her clit.

She gripped the desk tightly, groaning with need as he devoured her, she was on her tippy toes, pressing her ass backwards in chase of the incredible feeling he gave her.

He groaned feeling her push back needily. He sat back on his heels, removing his tongue and replacing it with the thumb of the hand that had been on her back.

She bucked back against his thumb, causing the thumb on her clit to slide off from how soaking wet she was. He returned his thumb there and her legs shook as she cried out, orgasm tearing through her system from the thumb on her clit and the thumb in her ass.

Once she came down from the high she looked back to see him fixing her skirt back in place and huffed. “Y-you’re not going to fuck me?”

He shook his head, chuckling as he stood up and offered her his hand. “Oh now you want to be fucked? Hm. I don’t think you’ve earned it. Come on love. We have places to be.”

[cevansbrat0007]

Spit-Shine

Summary: A surprise visit to Andy's office leads to an impromptu game of show and tell.

Warnings: Smut, Andrew Barber, Oral (fem rec), Daddy Kink, Pussy Slapping, Semi-Public Sex, Naughty Office Shenanigans, Butt Plugs (mentioned), Role Play (mentioned), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This drabble is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and Reblogs are all welcomed and encouraged. I love hearing from you, so please let me know your thoughts! All mistakes are my own. I'm tired so I'll do a better job of proofreading tomorrow.

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"Show me."

Eyes wide, you sit there in shock staring back at your fiance. Had he really just uttered those words out loud? "Andrew!" You hiss as you feel your cheeks heat. "No!"

Andy leans back in his chair, his chin casually resting between his thumb and index finger. "Why do you look so scandalized, baby?" He asks, letting his deep baritone wash over you, sending pleasurable pinpricks straight to your core.

"Because we're in your office right now, and there are - there are people outside!" 

Granted, most of them were out for lunch. But still!

"Guess that just means you'll have to be quiet." Your Big Man then rises from his seat and heads towards the door. A small shiver courses through you when you hear the snick of the lock clicking into place.

Now, you were well and truly trapped.

"This is hi-highly inappropriate." You stammer out as he prowls even closer. Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes can’t help but stray to the impressive bulge forming in his pants.

"Baby girl,” he sighs, picking you up and depositing you on his desk as if you weigh nothing. “You can't just come prancing into my office rocking that tight little skirt and those fuck-me-heels, drop that delicious little bomb, and then expect me to let you walk out the door." He pokes out his bottom lip in a delectable pout, silently urging you to give in.

“You asked me what I did today and I told you!” You quietly squeal, pushing at his chest as he leans in for a kiss. “I’ll - I’ll let you look all you want when you get home, okay?”

Undeterred, your man chooses instead to sit down in the seat you used to occupy. “But I want to see it now,” Andy rasps as he brushes his soft lips against the smooth skin of your calf. “So, be my good girl and fucking show me.”

Pulse thrumming in your ears, you finally do as he asks. Biting your lip, you slowly spread your thighs, baring yourself to your man’s hungry gaze. 

“Mmm. There she is.” He purrs, taking in the sight of your freshly waxed pussy. “And would you look at that...no panties.”

“You know how sensitive I can be sometimes.” You whisper, feeling more than a little dirty. “Especially after my, ah, appointments.”

Your man didn't really give a fuck about your particular grooming habits. As long as you didn't try to keep your his cunt from him, the two of you got along just fine.

“So, my baby’s feeling a little sensitive, huh? Poor thing.” He tuts, his tone coming off just shy of teasing.

"Yes," you whisper, hoping that your Andy Bear was about to kiss it better.

Resting his hands on your parted knees, he leans in and buries his face between your sensitive folds. Maintaining his grip, he inhales your sweet, earthy scent into his lungs before letting out a strangled groan. And then he does it again, this time pulling you even closer.

Sometimes your man could be so fucking filthy.

“You know,” Andy mumbles as he nibbles at your damp flesh. “Sometimes I’ll just be sitting in my office, minding my own business, and I’ll think about her.” A quiet whimper escapes when you feel the tip of his tongue begin to lightly tease your clit. “The way you taste, your smell, those little sounds you make just before you cum. Fuck!” He slams his palm down on the flat surface beneath you. “Swear to god, you have no idea just how crazy you make me.”

“Oh!” Without warning, your man presses a hand to your abdomen, forcing you back so that you’re resting your elbows on his desk.

“You know what this pretty cunt needs, baby girl?” Using his thick fingers, he delicately parts your lips as his eyes darken with pure, unadulterated lust.

“Wh-what?” You breathe, feeling incredibly exposed sitting here on display like this in the middle of the workday.  

“A little spit-shine.” He gazes up at you, his beard already glistening with your arousal. “You gonna let me clean you up, baby girl? Give Daddy a little taste to get him through the rest of his afternoon?”

You feel your nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of your blouse as you process his words. If your man was this desperate to have you here and now, then who were you to deny him?  

Blowing out a shaky breath, you nod. That’s all the encouragement Andy needs. Wordlessly, he drapes your leg over his shoulder, opening you up to him even more.

“Mine.” He purrs, pressing an intimate kiss to the inside of your thigh. But it quickly becomes clear that that that isn’t enough to satisfy him. Wrapping his brawny arms around your hips, he lowers his eager mouth to your dripping pussy. 

“Oh, fuck!” You hiss, slapping a hand over your mouth as he swirls his expert tongue through your messy folds. He moans deep and low in his throat, openly reveling in the sweet flavor that was all uniquely you. 

Andy then moves to pay special attention to your swollen bundle of nerves. He sucks the nub into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he does. Drunk on your taste, he repeats the action, enjoying the way your thighs begin to tremble. Releasing you with a slight pop, he continues his sensual assault, allowing his tongue to rhythmically flick and stroke over your responsive clit with sinful precision.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Comes his harsh growl as you buck and writhe from your place beneath him. “Ride my face, just like that. Wanna drown in all this sweet honey.” 

“Ungh!” You mewl, desperately seeking relief when you feel two thick, long fingers enter you. Andy pumps them in and out of you, twisting them just so as they seek out that special spot inside of you.

You try your best to be quiet as your big bear of a man unapologetically makes a meal out of your drenched pussy. He brazenly slurps at your core, losing himself in every breathy moan. A thin sheen of sweat coats your skin as you feel yourself hurtling towards your impending orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m close!” You whine as you squirm in his grasp. “So so so close!” 

You let out a sharp cry when Andy’s big hand comes down hard on your slit. The unexpected roughness has you clenching down his fingers as your eyes roll back in your head.

“Hush, baby.” He grunts, his teeth lightly grazing your pulsing nub. “Don’t want anyone interrupting our special time.” And then he goes back to greedily sucking and tongue fucking your needy pussy. 

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

One of your hands dives into his hair, yanking at the dark strands as you urge him on. You felt so fucking dirty letting him have you like this, taking pleasure in the filthy fucking sounds your man makes while he frantically enjoys his midday treat.

“Gonna wear you for the rest of the day.” He whispers, his words coming out slightly muffled. “Fucking love you.” You’re so caught up in your own bliss that you almost don’t hear him. 

Taking advantage of your position, you grind your pelvis against his bearded face. If he wanted to drown in you, then damn it, then your man was about to fucking drown.

“Andy!” You sob, biting your fist. You feel your control slipping when your pussy gushes for him once again. “Oh, Daddy, I feel it!”

“Then give fucking give it to me!” He commands, the authority in his voice making your inner muscles convulses around him. “Don’t make me wait, little girl.”

“Fuuuuck!” You cry as you continue to ride his face, letting him milk your orgasm from you for all it’s worth as you crest over the edge. Lights and colors explode behind your eyes as white-hot pleasure surges through your veins. 

Andy continues to lap at you while you slowly come down from your high, ensuring that you enjoy the descent.

When you finally come back to reality, both of you are still breathing hard. His hair is disheveled and his navy blue tie is askew. And you know without even having to look that your gray skirt is wrinkled as fuck.

But try as you might, you just can’t seem to give a shit.

“Woah.” You whisper as your man places one last, delicate kiss against the sensitive skin behind your knee. 

“Thank you, baby.” Andy hums. You watch through lidded eyes as he wipes his mouth with his hand before lewdly licking his palm. “That should be enough to get me through the rest of the day.”

Casting one last, long look at your pussy, he can’t help but smile as he takes in the sight of your puffy, slightly reddened flesh. 

“Looks like you’ve got a little beard burn.” He quips, his tone dripping with male satisfaction. 

“Comes with the territory.” You murmur as you weakly slap his greedy hand away. “Fix me up and walk me out?”

Grinning, your man helps you stand up before straightening your clothes. Once he’s done, he leans down to take your lips, letting you taste yourself. You keep the kiss deep and playful, with both of you taking your time as you happily explore every inch of each other’s mouths. 

“I love you, Andy.” You breathe when you both come up for air. 

“Love you too, baby girl.” Andy’s hands tenderly grip your ass, giving your globes a tender squeeze. "So damn much."

Knowing you both have to get back to your day, you finally allow him to lead you out of his office. Keeping your head down, you struggle to keep yourself from blushing as you wave to a few of his staff members.

"Bye, Y/N!" One of his interns calls out at your retreating form. "It was good seeing you today. Hope you come back soon!"

"Definitely." You murmur as you feel your core spasm.

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“You wanna play tonight?” Your man whispers when you’re both convinced that you are out of earshot.

“Uh huh.” You nod, unconsciously tucking your smaller body into his side. 

“You in the mood to play with Nice Daddy or Mean Daddy, sweetheart?” He presses a loving kiss to your wild curls while he waits for your answer.

“Um…” You pause, weighing your options. “I’m thinkin’ I might want you to be a little mean.”

“Oh yeah?” Having reached the lobby, your Big Man sweetly cups your cheek. “You sure?”

“Yes.” You tell him with a shy smile. “In fact, I’m thinking that I might want to try my new present.” You bat your eyelashes up at him, enjoying the way his sinful blue eyes flare at the prospect of using the toy he’d recently purchased for you.

“Really? You want me to do that to you?” 

Standing on your tiptoes, you force him to lean down so that you can whisper in his ear. After all, just because you were in the mood to be naughty didn't mean that you needed to broadcast it to everyone.

“Please plug my ass tonight, Daddy.” You purr, loving how he tenses beneath your hands. “I want to know what it’s like to have both my holes stuffed full.” 

“O-okay.” He coughs, more than a little surprised by your racy admission.

Giving your man one last kiss, you sashay your way out the door, leaving a stunned Andy Barber in your wake.

Oh well. You knew he would recover.

Eventually.

END

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Hell Bent, Heaven Sent

Summary: Truthfully, Jake didn’t like anything that she made him feel. Annoyed. Inferior. Submissive. But she also made his heart speed up and his palms sweat and despite everything, he felt better when she was with him. Natasha Trace made him question everything about himself.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Natasha Trace (Hannix)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Language, smut (oral, f receiving, and pv). Kind of a dom/sub dynamic with dom!Nat and a subby!Jake

Notes: Apparently, I write Hannix now. And I have to be honest...I'm not mad about it. This was so much fun. @greatszu submitted a request for my TGM Blurb Party with the following prompt: Hannix, Smut, Desk, "Fuck, harder," and the blurb ran way with me and became whatever this is, lol. I hope you like it, honey!

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Jake knew if looks could kill, he’d be dead. He could feel Phoenix’s eyes burning into the back of his head and he didn’t have to turn to look at her to know she was glaring. 

He had pushed a little too far this time, and he knew it. Still, though, he wouldn’t apologize. Not until she did first. 

“Do I make myself clear?”

Mav had been lecturing the two of them for upwards of twenty minutes, though Jake had drowned him out after the first five. Still, he nodded his head, replying in the affirmative. He heard it echoed from where Phoenix was sitting behind him in the otherwise empty classroom. 

Giving the two of them a final look, Mav let out an impressive sigh before turning on his heel and leaving the room. The door slammed behind him and almost immediately, Phoenix was rising from her seat and stomping toward him. He cursed when her hand went to his hair, yanking his head back by the blonde strands. 

“What the fuck, Nix!” 

“Let’s get one thing straight, Bagman,” she hissed, and Jake felt a stirring in his khakis. “You are not better than me. And you will never, ever speak to me like that again.” 

Jake’s breathing picked up at her words, each one shooting through him like a spark. He hated the effect she had on him. 

He swallowed thickly, fighting to keep his voice snarky and even - defiant in the way he knew got under her skin. 

“Didn’t know you were so insecure, Tracey.” 

He knew the name would set her off, and he wasn’t disappointed. She tightened her grip in his hair, pulling his head further back. “I’m insecure? Funny, you were the one throwing a temper tantrum and bringing our personal life into the sky.” 

He gritted his teeth, unable to deny that she was right.  “You kissed him right in front of me.” 

“What, you’re allowed to mess around with other girls, but I can’t? You said you didn’t want to be exclusive. I’m just following what you wanted.” 

He doesn’t respond, his jaw aching from the effort of keeping his mouth shut. Phoenix scoffed from her position over him and he felt her release his hair, not bothering to be gentle; she never did, and he hated that he loved that about her. 

“I don’t have time for this. I’m already late,” she told him. He looked up just in time to see an almost cruel look pass over her features. “I have a date tonight. Maybe he will talk to me with a little more respect, or be interested in something serious. Unlike you.” 

Something that felt like devastation curled in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and he didn’t like it. Truthfully, Jake didn’t like anything that she made him feel. Annoyed. Inferior. Submissive. But she also made his heart speed up and his palms sweat and despite everything, he felt better when she was with him. Natasha Trace made him question everything about himself. It was for that reason that after their first hook up, when she rocked his world, that he had said he didn’t want anything serious. He had been eating his words ever since. 

Phoenix was nearing the door now, and Jake knew he couldn’t let her leave. Not like this. 

“Please don’t go.” His voice was soft, barely audible, but it was loud enough that it caught her ears. She halted, whipping back around to look at him. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” 

The words, the truth about his feelings and his desperation for her, clawed at his throat. He wanted to confess everything to her, but he stuck with the basics for now. He would lay himself bare to her later, if she let him. “There hasn’t been anyone else. Not in a while.” 

Phoenix scoffed in disbelief, folding her arms over her chest. “I saw you buy some blonde of questionable age a drink last night.” 

Jake shrugged, tracing shapes into the desk in front of him. He can’t bring himself to meet her eyes in his vulnerability. “Wanted to make you jealous. Kind of backfired on me.” 

He doesn’t know if it’s because she can sense how he’s struggling with his feelings, or how hard he’s trying, or maybe she just knows he’s being sincere with his words, because Phoenix doesn’t say anything at first. She lets his words sit in the air and eventually, she walks back over to him. He doesn't look at her until she hooks her finger under his chin and forces his back. He fought back a groan. 

“Make me jealous, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he said. She looked like she was considering him. 

“You haven’t slept with anyone?” 

“No. Not in a while. I tried,” he admitted. He took a deep breath, gathering what courage he could muster. He let his hands go up to settle on her hips, tugging at her belt loops, grounding himself with the feel of her. “They weren’t as good as you. Not after what we did. I couldn’t…you’re better. I only want you, Nix.” 

If she read between the lines of what he was saying, she took mercy on him and didn’t say anything. Instead, she pushed her hands back into his hair. She stared at him for a long moment, so much so that Jake shifted in his seat, nervous and flustered under her intense gaze. There was a shift of tension in the air and Nat took a step back from him and back toward the door. He missed her presence and felt that emptiness immediately, but she surprised him when instead of opening it and leaving him alone, without her, she flipped the lock into place. She doesn’t meet his eyes again until she was leaning against the desk at the front of the classroom. She didn’t need to say a word; he’s on his feet and walking to her just by the way she looked at him.

He reached out to touch her but stopped when she held up a hand. 

“You want to prove yourself? That you only want me?” she asked.  He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off with a single shake of her head and two words. 

“Show me.” 

Jake’s breath hitched. Nat didn’t stop him when he reached for her this time. He was quick and efficient in undoing her belt and the button and pulling down the zipper of her uniform pants. He groaned at the black lace panties he discovered when he pushed the khaki’s down her smooth, toned legs.  Without a second thought he was dropping to his knees right there in the empty classroom. 

He inhaled deeply as he pressed his face directly to her covered core. It had been over a week since she let him get this close to her and despite his best efforts, he had missed her. He kissed over her warmth, delighted that he could feel how damp the material was and that Nat wasn’t as unaffected by him as she presented herself to be. His mouth watered and he tugged on her underwear, pulling them down and letting them rest off to the side with her khakis and boots. He was nearly panting with how bad he wanted her. 

He moaned loudly as he got his first taste of her. The initial roll of her hips into his face only raised his excitement. Phoenix raised her leg until one was draped over his shoulder, opening herself up for him further. Jake licked at her folds, nearly frenzied by her taste and scent surrounding him. He nudged her clit with his nose as he fucks her with his tongue and delights in the way she keens, knowing that, right now, it’s just for him. 

“Good boy,” she praised. Jake only got harder from her words and it took all his willpower not to reach down and palm himself through his uniform, his cock aching for relief. 

Her wetness coated his face and he gripped her hips tighter, holding onto her so firmly that he knew she’d most likely be left with a physical reminder of this interaction. He twirled her clit around his tongue once, twice, three times before he wrapped his lips around it, humming in the way that he knew would have her falling apart. She squeezed her thighs around his head and he knew she was almost there. He was determined to bring her pleasure, his own nothing but a fragment of an afterthought in the back of his mind. He couldn’t get enough of her. He released her clit and kept running his tongue over her, lapping as much of her up as he could. He whined when Nat pulled his head back by his once impeccably styled blonde hair. 

“Take your pants off,” she instructed him, still slightly breathless from her release. 

He was trembling almost as much as she was when he climbed to his feet, fighting with his belt and zipper until he’s pushing them down his legs. They caught on his boot and he nearly tripped right into her as he tried to shake them loose. He blushed when she chuckled at his fumbling movements, but he can’t let himself get too embarrassed. He’s too eager to touch her again; too eager to be close to her. 

Nat turned to face away from him, the lower half of her body on full display as she leant against the desk and stuck her ass out invitingly. Jake knew better than to think her submissive display meant that she wasn’t still in charge. 

Sliding into her felt like both a gift and a privilege. His whole body shuddered with pleasure as he bottomed out, and he took a moment to revel in how amazing she felt around him. She didn’t let him get away with it for long before she was pushing back into him, telling him what she wanted. 

She was good at that. So good that he could do nothing but obey her. 

Phoenix, his Nix, was everything he didn’t think he wanted in a woman. She was loud and brash and she beat him at almost everything. She taunted him and pushed his buttons like no one else could and truly, it would be easier to hate her. But he didn’t, far from it. She unlocked feelings in him that he found himself craving, and in return, craving her. 

“Fuck,” she panted, throwing her head back and clutching at his hand that he had planted on the desk beside hers, “harder.”

“You want more?” he asked, adjusting his angle. 

“Yes. Give me more, Jake. Be a good boy for me and give me more.”

The words made him shiver, a whimper escaping from his throat. He pressed harder into her and sped up the thrusts of his hips.The sound of his skin slapping against hers as he gave into her demands echoed around them. 

“I’ll give you everything you want,” he promised her. “I’ll be so good for you, Nix.” 

Her pussy clenched tight around him and his hips stuttered as a whimper escaped. He grasped onto his self control as much as he could, desperate to keep from coming before she did. 

“Prove it,” she challenged, echoing her earlier words. Even without seeing her face, he knew she was smirking. “Make me cum, Jake. And then maybe I’ll consider you being all mine.”

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Masterlist

Notes: This was something. Let me know your thoughts :)

[whumpsoda]

I found this on TikTok and it made me think of a prompt where the whumpee laughs at the whumper for making a silly mistake and then all hell breaks loose

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe1TfxEH/

So sorry that this has been sitting in my inbox for months… I want to start working on requests more but I’m so obsessed with my ocs that it’s hard for me right now… I tried for this but I am so tired so it is far from perfect

Taglist- @softvampirewhump

cw- choking, restraints

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A painfully full, strained, and rowdy laughed erupted from the depths of Whumpee’s aching lungs. Each sound scratched at her stinging, dry throat, coating each outburst with a raw gravel.

There was never anything all that funny about absentmindedly dropping something. There was surely nothing funny about someone else, let alone Whumper, making such a mistake, yet Whumpee couldn’t seem to stop. She couldn’t help but react to the chilling clang of metal ringing against sterile tile, while tightly strapped and sprawled across an icy table.

The arise of another chance to anger Whumper yet again was one far too valuable to pass up. 

Whumper’s back was turned, facing her enormous, organized display of various torture tools stacked upon the walls. Since Whumpee’s outburst had begun, the other woman had remained perfectly still, not a twitch of a muscle. The unnerving, tense air was setting in, terror crawling its way up from Whumpee’s churning stomach.

From Whumpee’s constricted view, she noticed Whumper beginning to shake lightly, before she picked up the string of increasing laughter that mixed with- and soon overpowered- her own. 

Casually, eerliy, Whumper thrust her head back to face her captive, meeting Whumpee’s dark circled eyes with her own. 

Whumpee’s wary breath picked up, her laughter trailing to a swift stop. Whumper’s continued along, boisterous and exaggerated. “Funny, huh? So, so, funny.” She sneered between chuckles, leisurely taking a click of her heel toward her captive.

As the woman sauntered to the edge of the table, grinning wickedly from ear to ear, Whumpee took quick notice of the glimmering, piercing shine of metal interlocked between her fingers. “What a little comedian you are.” She snarled, brows twisting with poorly hidden distain. “So clever. So annoying. But I know that’s what you want.”

Everytime Whumpee managed to tip her captor farther over the edge, there was always the risk of going too far. Of course there was no telling what that would entail. 

Whumpee’s bulky wrists struggled against the coarse, leather restraints that burrowed into her skin, and sweat stuck her once perfect curls to her wrinkled forehead. She wriggled her limbs as a slender, unwanted hand caressed her exposed calf.

“Don’t look so scared, dear. I’m just going to give you what you want.” She pressed her palms to the sterile table, using the strength of her delicate arms to push herself upward. “Give you the reaction you want.” 

Whumpee twitched uncomfortably with each nudge to her flesh, breath pulsing as Whumper easily pulled herself atop the table. Slithering with her quick, sharp movements, Whumper dragged herself atop her captive, flicking the knife from her hand. The tool slid down the slick surface, nearly nicking the sprawled out woman in the process.

“Where’d that pretty little laugh go, huh? Laugh for me, baby, why don’t you?” Whumper gripped solidly to her silent body, sharp, manicured nails digging harshly into the flesh. A stifled squeak escaped Whumpee as Whumper stuck the nails deeper. “Not so funny now, is it?” She growled, pointed teeth shining under the sterile lighting.

Whumpee stammered, wriggling in terrified fashion as the other woman effectively straddled her waist. She sighed with relief when Whumper finally released, spots of red soiling her recently done polish.

“Such divine skin you have.” She trailed her curled hands from Whumpee’s arms to plastering them upon her chilled chest. “A lovely coat it would make, I think.”

Whumpee tensely stuck her eyelids together as the other woman’s tender touch brushed upon her rigid collarbone, fingers dancing their way to the restrained woman’s bobbing throat. 

The gentleness was soon swept away by her tightening grasp, the tips of Whumper’s fingers delving inward, and palms pressing fiercely down. Whumpee kicked and wriggled with instant suprised vigorously inside the leather cuffs, eyes widening as her neck was eagerly caved in. 

The kidnapper’s soft strings of hair fell to her moist cheeks as Whumpee’s expression contorted in agony, straining out cracked pleas and gasps at any chance she could. “Now this is funny!” Whumper giggled, effectively taunting the choking woman below her.

Whumpee writhed under her grip, fingers clawing at the icy metal below her. Unfortunately, the restraints refused to budge, and the breath soon dissipated from her dry lungs. Whumper’s supple palms burrowed further, her pained smile creeping larger. 

Whumper would kill her. She knew not to doubt how far the other woman would go. For the first time, Whumpee was tainted in a spurt of guilty regret.

Luckily, as soon as Whumper took her commanding, furious hold, she detached.

“Can’t kill you now, baby. I’m not finished with you just yet.” Whumpee gasped desperately for heavenly lugs of air, neck sore and flushed from her captor’s strength. Whumper continued to gingerly stroke her sweat coated, soft skin, a disdainful smile still plastered across her lips.

One hand solidly grabbed Whumpee’s face, keeping her head in an unmoving hold and puckering her lips. Whumper’s watchful, intense gaze studied the woman she sat upon, who stared at the ceiling with trembling eyes.

As Whumpee continued her search for oxygen, Whumper slithered two dainty fingers over the sleek knife still sat atop the table. It’s metal scratched against the steel table with a hiss as she lifted it lazily, grinning ever so wider, and with her other hand shifted Whumpee’s face to inspect every inch.

“How do you suppose you’ll look missing an eye?”

[justmochi]

a-town

pairing :: eden x seokmin

word count :: 1.1k

synopsis :: eden and seokmin in atlanta.

time :: august 31, 2022

warnings :: none ♡ 

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions​ @cosmicwintr​ @astraw-astro​ @ateezjuliet​

“Woah woah woah!” Eden had a death grip around Seokmin’s neck, feeling him wobble as the elevator went up several floors from the lobby. He had offered to give her a ride on his back after walking in the wet weather in heels.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He reassured her, making sure his arms locked around her knees were tight. She folded her hands in the front, attacking his neck with kisses as he giggled.

The elevator door pushed open, revealing a middle aged man. Their smiles quickly faded, both feeling embarrassed like they got caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. The man looked surprised, stepping aside to let them out. Seokmin walked past him, carrying her through the halls as Eden watched the doors.

When the elevator doors finally shut again and there was no one to be seen, she let out a snort while his knees got weak from laughing.

“He definitely thinks we’re crazy.” She joked. When they finally got to his hotel room, he stopped in place as Eden pulled his keycard out of her pocket and swiped it.

He ventured further into the room, backing up against the bed where he dropped her off from his back. He turned around, holding her face in his palms and smiling. “Alone at last.”

She held onto his wrist, reaching up to kiss his lips. She had missed his touch for months now, hard to fathom how her manager possibly let her pull this off.

“You guys did great tonight.” She swayed her body back and forth, waving his wrists in the air as she chuckled. He intertwined their fingers together, flashing her that familiar smile that always made her feel like she was home.

He nodded, pulling her into his chest and

hugging her tight. He cradled the back of her head while kissing her temple. “Thank you for coming. You didn’t have to come all this way.”

“I wanted to. I missed you and wanted to surprise you.” Eden rubbed the small of his back. “It’s okay. We have a few more days off before we have to rehearse and everything.”

“The girls aren’t mad, are they?” He frowned, distancing their faces and looking her in the eyes.

“Of course not. You know they love you. Don’t worry.” She shook her head, bringing her hands up to push away his stray hairs. “You can have a little more time with me now.”

He pecked her forehead, letting out a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait til we’re not busy anymore. When we can go out on dates regularly, fall asleep together, hold each other like this.”

“I know. We just have to be a bit more patient.” She nodded, smiling at him with all the love in her eyes. “I’m so happy these days because of you. No amount of distance can change that.”

He squealed out of excitement, picking her up and sitting on the bed while placing her on his lap. His hands rested around her waist, pressing his head to her chest and humming.

“Minee?”

“Hmm?” He pulled away, looking up towards her with a hopeful grin.

“Your English is so cute.” She snickered, rubbing circles on his cheeks with her hand.

“Is it? I’ve tried practicing and all that.”

“So cute.” She kissed his nose, tempted to give him a bunch of raspberries. “You’re getting better everyday.”

He quickly gave her another peck on the lips. The two went back and forth, giving each other many kisses on different places of their faces. They weren’t going to leave any surface untouched.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right?” She brushed her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. “I can order something while you take a shower.”

He pouted, snuggling in closer to her. “You don’t wanna join me?”

Eden patted the top of his head, shaking her head. “Not tonight. I’ll make sure the food is ready when you get out.” She got off his lap and onto her feet, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

Seokmin stood up, dragging his feet to the bathroom and pleading with his eyes as he stood in the doorway. She shooed him with her hand, resuming her search for a restaurant that was open at this late hour.

When the food arrived, she didn’t want to just leave it like it was. She tried to arrange everything nicely for him. Now she waited for him

to get out of the shower. She paced back and forth in the room before stopping in front of the window. She pulled the curtains to the side to reveal the dim city lights.

It was misty from all the rain and she couldn’t see well given how bright their hotel room was. She felt her cheeks getting warmer. Everything was starting to fall back into place. She felt proud of herself, proud of her group, proud of her boyfriend and his group. She was full of so much love now.

She felt herself shiver from the sudden air hitting her. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing up and down on her skin to warm herself up.

She didn’t hear him get out of the shower until the door opened. Eden quickly turned around to see him shirtless, his hair falling flat against his face and his shorts fitting comfortably around his waist.

“It smells good.” He smelled the aroma of their dinner. She couldn’t help but giggle, looking back out the window and taking the scent in.

Seokmin made his way behind her, trying to make himself level with her view to see what she was looking at. He took this as the opportunity to hug her from behind. She exhaled, leaning back against his chest and gripping onto his wrists.

“I never thought we’d be in the states together like this.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, rocking them back and forth before kissing her cheek.

“Is it better than Jeju? or Busan?” She looked at their reflection in the glass, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.

“It doesn’t matter where we are. As long as I’m with you.” He smirked, shaking his head before bending his knees and picking her up by the waist. “I’m starving.”

Eden would never get used to him picking her up so effortlessly like this. She worried about putting too much strain on his muscles that he needed for his work. He set her down by the bed, taking the chair and grinning at their setup.

“Thank you,” Seokmin quickly reached over the tray to kiss her. “Love you. Let’s eat.”

[itsanerdlife]

Broken Knight 3

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Castle!Reader

Warnings: violence. Language. Stalking. Smut (later on). Pettiness. Lies. Secrets.

Working for my father and uncles, has never been an easy task. When I get attacked one night, it sets them off. My father hires a security team he knows. I’m unwilling, till he steps off the plane.

Now it’s complicated and blurry. James Barnes is more than I bargained for. And far more is happening then my father bargained for. I can’t help myself, only I know nothing is easy, and my father isn’t one to be disobeyed.

Hell’s going to rain down, I’m not sure who is going to survive this time.

Sitting at my desk, trying to focus on the contract in front of me. My attention slowly slipping over to the large man sitting in one of my armchairs, reading a book in hand. Cursing, I drag my eyes back to my work. Scratching a brow, I speak more to my work than him.

“Are you just going to sit in my office every day?”

“Yes.”

Crossing my legs, shifting in my seat.

“Oh, right.” Pushing my lips together.

“How else do I keep you safe?” He wonders. My eyes snap up, hearing the faint humor in his voice.

He’s watching me, fingers molded to his jaw line as he rests it in his hand.

Fuck me.

Christ.

“Well I mean, it’s just, I,”

Get A Grip Bitch…

“I’m in a busy building in daylight.” I manage to get out finally.

Humor dances in his eyes, but his face remains slack as he watches me.

“Those are some of the best times to attack.” He warns me.

“Fuck me.” I whisper, dropping my eyes to my work.

Glancing up, he’s smirking reading his book again.

Sighing, turning in my chair slightly, pulling the keyboard towards me. Opening the IM to Wanda.

Castle: Kill me. Maximoff: You didn’t drool on him, did you? Castle: Fuck off. Not ON him, but you know… Whatever not the point!! Maximoff: Did you have one? Castle: I’m distracted, flustered, and touched in the god damn head Wanda! I seriously act like I don’t have a damn degree, and don’t talk to powerful men all the time. I’m stammering and sounding like the boys! Maximoff: When is the last time you noticed a man? Castle: I don’t want to talk about it. Maximoff: Hot for her bodyguard. I’m pretty sure they have erotica novella’s about this. Oh probably some good fan fiction.

Sighing, my eyes sink closed as I shake my head.

Castle: I hate you. You’re a horrible friend. I’m done with you. Be Gone Bitch.

Turning away from the computer a soft laugh.

Maximoff: You can’t Be Gone me! Bitch I will lick everything in your office.

I snort slapping a hand over my mouth.

“Did you know. Your Uncle has a message trap on all IM’s on the server?” James spoke without looking up from his book.

My eyes grow wide, paling suddenly.

“What?” I squeak.

He looks up, slow, almost dramatic like.

“He gave me the feed in.” He blinks at me.

Panic pumps through me like poison.

“Huh?” I breathe.

“To check out those you speak with. As well as a run down of your clients.” He nods. A smile slowly breaks across his lips.

“Fuck.” I squeak.

Jumping up, grabbing my phone.

“Stay there.” I shuffle run in heels out of the office.

Shuffle running, as well as attempting to keep the bottom of my dress from rising up as I move quickly. I stumble to a stop, at the office door, looking in.

Empty.

“Damn.” I whisper. Looking back, James is slowly following.

“No, go back.” I call, turning I hurry away again.

Reaching Wanda’s office, stumbling into the frame.

“The fuck?” She looks up.

“Howie? Peter?” I pant.

“I think Engineering?” She watches me confused.

“Tony has a trap on the IM’s.” I pant, pushing off.

“No!?” She yelps.

Glancing back still following at that casual stroll. Hands in the pockets of his pants.

“Stop following me.” I yell, running away again.

Deciding on a whim, I dip into a ready to close elevator. He picks up pace but not quick enough. Doing a little dance, celebrating. Realizing there are three other people in the elevator.

When we arrive two floors down, I step off the elevator smug. James is leaning against the wall, grinning.

“What are you? Bionic?” I gap at him.

“Going somewhere?” He wonders, with a grin.

It’s childish but I do it anyways. Running away again. Was it pointless? Well yeah. Was there a point to it? Absolutely.

Shuffle running as quick as I can. He follows at his casual pace. Cutting across the hall, quickly punching in the code, the light turns green. Quickly hurrying in, pulling the door shut before he reaches. I smile, smug like, walking away, in search for one of the boys.

“Stark!” I yell, storming towards the two of them.

They both look up, startled.

“What?” They panic.

Morons.

“Why did you not tell me your dad has a trap on the IM’s?” Grabbing Howie by the ear.

“Ow! I, thought you knew.” He whines.

“You didn’t know? He’s like the nosiest person ever.” Peter gulps. Catching him by the baby hair on the back of his neck.

“Remove it. Remove mine. Or I swear to god, I will tell every female in this city you have micro dicks and like to be spanked with Ken dolls.” I warn them.

“I only caught the end of that, but that’s disturbing.” The accent hits my ears and I curse.

“Oh.” Howie grins, chuckling.

“Got it.” Peter winces. “Let go.” He pats at my hand.

“How did you get in here. Secured part of the floor.” Howie smirks at James.

“She goes, I go.” James tips his chin towards me.

“Smalls?” Peter looks down at me.

“The ah, bodyguard my dad hired.” I mutter, looking away.

“Oh it got so much better.” Howie grins.

Peter coughs into his hand, nodding as he grins.

“I have work to do.” Groaning, I stalk away. Knowing damn well James is on my heels.

We reach the elevator in silence, stepping on, it’s just the two of us. Curiosity gets the better of me.

“How did you beat the elevator?” Looking over.

“The stairs.” He smirks. My mouth pops open, gapping at him.

“You what? Ran down them?” I gap.

“Something like that.” He gives the slightest tip of his chin.

He suddenly hits stop on the elevator, shifting till he’s crowding in on me. Towering over me as I shuffle back step after step till, I bump into the wall.

“Hey.” My voice shakes, the squeak isn’t of fear, more confusion.

“I underestimated you today. I won’t make that mistake again, Princess. You pull that shit with me again, I won’t be the only one following you.” His voice low, rasped, accented.

I’m not breathing.

No words come to mind.

We’re not touching but he’s close enough.

So close. Too close.

“Do you understand?” He glares down at me.

Licking my lips, still no words.

So I give a shaky nod of my head.

He steps away, moving towards the buttons.

“We’ll see, Princess.” He mutters.

Sucking in a shaky breathe, swallowing hard.

We’ll that was fucking thrilling… Push his buttons, great idea. Dumb ass.

I linger on the Princess, comment as we exit the elevator a moment later. Heading for my office, with my shadow.

[herosplatling-replica]

"I just wanted to make sure you’re okay." with Jeanne and Jules?

( writing prompts here! )

[ 860 words, Jules POV, depictions of a panic attack. mentions knives (no one gets hurt) ]

It wasn't until he heard his sister calling for him down the hall that Jules realized he was running. 

It felt like a hook snagged right into his heart, hearing Jeanne's concerned voice ringing out. Before he knew it, Jules skidded to a stop, breathing heavy as he collapsed against the wall. 

Can't breathe. Can't breathe-

Images were flashing through his head - combat knives, bleeding girls, elite kelp - as he panted, curling up into a ball. His chest felt tight, too tight, as he tried his hardest to even his breathing to no avail.

"Jules? Where did-- oh no." 

His heart sank. He could hear his sister's footsteps slowing as she approached him, but he couldn't find the courage to look up at her. 

"Shh, it's alright. Breathe," Jeanne's voice urged, her tone warm and comforting. "Can I touch you?" 

Jules nodded shakily, gripping his hands to make sure he didn't lash out from the contact. A gentle hand patted his back, rubbing comforting circles into the fabric of his shirt. Thankfully he was expecting it and didn't hit his sister. 

"It's okay. You're on the surface. Not the metro, and not the domes. You're miles away from everything else. This is real." 

A sob broke loose from his throat and Jeanne hummed gently in response, pulling Jules into a half hug. 

"Your name is Jules. You live on the surface with your friends from the metro. You're my older brother, and you're stubborn so you take part time jobs to pay for dinner when we hang out." 

My name is Jules. I live on the surface…

He sunk into Jeanne's hug, shoving his pride aside as he let himself cry. His sister gave him all the time he needed, softly repeating the affirmations she said earlier. 

Eventually his body ceased to shake. His tears continued to run down his face, but the images stopped blazing through his head. 

"I'm-" Jules started.

"No apologizing," Jeanne interrupted, resting her chin on the top of Jules' head. 

"But-" 

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm glad I found you before you got hurt." 

Jeanne hugged him a bit tighter then, almost as if she was relieved. The last time he had a moment like this - a panic attack like this - he had run out and nearly broken a leg trying to get away from some imaginary danger his memories made him believe was there. 

"...Thanks," Jules mumbled, shutting his eyes. Some part of him was still screaming to keep running, to get far away from the danger, but he bit the urge back and shoved it down. 

Here, right now, he was safe. 

"In for four, out for four," Jeanne murmured, leading in a breathing exercise. Her fingertips gently tapped out a beat onto Jules' back as the two of them inhaled for four counts, then exhaled for four counts. 

Breathing felt a little easier now. 

I'm sure she's worried, but… 

In for four. 

Exhale.

His heartbeat steadied itself. 

I'm glad she's here. 

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

It didn't feel like he had something bearing down on his heels anymore. He sunk a little more into Jeanne's embrace, relieved that the anxiety was finally passing. 

"I know you want to help with dinner, Brother… but it's alright, I promise. I can do it. Okay?" Jeanne murmured, patting his back once more as she straightened up, keeping her arms out if he needed it. 

Jules nodded slowly, trying not to feel shame over what happened. He had been fine just preparing the ingredients with a vegetable peeler, but then he pushed it and tried to cut them for the soup Jeanne was making. 

The second he picked up the kitchen knife, the images started flooding into his head and he dropped it on the counter. 

He didn't like it. He had been working on trying to set a differentiation between the knives in his memory and kitchen knives, but it didn't seem to work and it frustrated him greatly. 

"Hey," Jeanne murmured, nudging him to sit up. "You don't have to cut vegetables. You can stir while I start the broth if that's alright with you? That way you can taste test." 

He thought about it for a moment. 

"...yeah, that's fine with me," he finally admitted.

Jeanne smiled at that, breaking the hug to stand and help her brother up. "Alright. You take any extra time you need, okay? I know how it feels - you might need a minute to get your second wind after that." 

Jules scoffed, but nodded again. "Yeah, yeah… thanks Jeanne." 

His sister smiled brightly in response, jogging back to the kitchen without saying anything else. 

Jules wheezed out gently as he leaned against the wall, thinking of everything that happened. 

Well that sucked, but… I'm glad she understands what it's like. 

A part of him insisted that he should be mad that his little sister understood what he was going through - that his sister shouldn't have gone through such hardship like he did - but he bit down those feelings as he turned on his heel. 

Even if he didn't like that Jeanne went through hell, he had to admit that it made her stronger. 

[passionatedreams]

PROMPT: nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno 

12. for friends with benefits sex / @algizunsfe (hayami and naruto)

Pressing his knuckles against his thighs, his heels dig into the ground as he feels Hayami give his cock a hungry suck. Wet and messy from the attention she’s been lavishing on it. His own mouth, ironic enough, is dry and sticky. Biting down on his lip to swallow a groan as he watches her cheeks hallow out, his nails dig into his thigh.

How bad he wanted to grab her by the hair and thrust into her pretty, sweet mouth. Which is far from the truth when that mouth is spitting scathing remarks every other minute. However occupied like this her mouth is something else. If that wasn’t enough she’s got this voice that makes the prettiest noises.

Throwing his head back as he feels her soft tongue work up the vein on his cock, he closes his eyes for a moment. Savoring the pleasure coursing through him. If she continues, he’s going to finish in her mouth and that’s not what he wants.

Once she’s got him close to the edge, he finally takes her chin and pulls himself away from her.

“S-stop,” he pants. Wiping her wet lips with his thumb, he pulls her upward to sit on his lap. The brush of her soft shorts makes him groan. Shuddering, he grips her hips and holds her still. He needs to regain some semblance of control, that way he lasts. The mere thought makes him ache. Imagining her wrapped around him, thrusting into those tight walls.

Quickly they move to remove her work-out shorts. Lips melded together in a dirty kiss, he slips his hand between to run his fingers along her pussy. Wet at the touch, he pushes past them and slips inside her. Soon he’s adding another until he’s got three inside her. He demands her to ride them.

“Let me watch you baby,” he rasps, blue hooded eyes watching the visual of his fingers disappearing inside her. His eyes travel upward, taking in the sight of her body moving and wishes he could undress her completely. If someone comes, they need to be able to dress quickly.

Later this week, he tells himself. He’ll hit her up, ask if she wants to go out and spend the night together. That way they can have more than one round. Pulled out his thoughts by her muffled noises.

“Sorry doll, was just thinkin’ about how I want you again. My bed or yours,” he says while pulling his fingers out,” need more than one round with you.” If he sounds needy, then he is. Pulling her close, he grabs his dick and aligns it with her entrance. They share a look and suddenly he’s pushing inside her. Filling her up...

“Fuck,” he curses,” every fuckin’ time.” Squeezed to perfect by her, once she’s ready they start to work on finding their rhythm. Seeking their completion before someone comes in and they have to cut it short. Happened two weeks ago and Naruto couldn’t find satisfaction in the shower or his hand. Not until he had her a few days later. 

This time they gotta finish. With that in minds he begins to pick up the pace, thrusting up into her.

“C’mon sweetheart,” he murmurs,” touch yourself, want you to cum.”

[xbeedoesstuffx]

All is Hell in the Afton Family

~Chapter 2 lets goooo. Sorry it’s so short TwT~

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Uh-Oh

It was around 4pm when Mike finally left the office, deciding it'd be smarter to get out of his head now rather than later. As he emerged from the hallway, he spotted Dot talking with a tall man, a bright smile on her face. An uncomfortable feeling coiled its way into his chest as she laughed at something the guy said. Without thinking, Mike strode over to the pair, trying to mask the scowl that threatened to form. 

"Yeah- oh! Hi Mike! I was wondering where you'd run off to," Dot greeted, her smile seeming slightly brighter when directed towards him. 

"Hey," He responded with a small smile and a wave. "Who's this?"

"Oh! This is my best friend, Max!" Dot answered cheerfully. "Max, this is Mike and Mike, this is Max," She introduced the two with a smile before stepping back a bit to allow the two to shake hands. But neither of them extended their arms to do so, opting to glare at each other. 

"Uhm..you guys do know how an introduction works, right?" Dot asked, her smile fading slightly. 

"Ah, sorry. I just thought I had seen him somewhere before," Mike said, jumping slightly as if he was zoning out. He extended a stiff hand to the other male with a small fake smile and a deadly glare. 

"Oh so you're the Brit I've heard so much about?" Max sneered, shaking Mike's hand with a vice like grip. 

"Max, can you not pick a fight with every guy I hang out with, please?" Dorothea asked, annoyed while placing her hands on her hips. 

"My apologies," He apologized, mimicking a shitty British accent. His mimicry earned him a heeled foot getting stabbed into his foot, resulting in a pained groan. 

"I'm serious, Max. Stop being a jackass," Dot scolded and Mike felt pride swell in his chest at her defending him. 

"Listen, I just want to make sure he's treating you right. Isn't all temperamental like your boss-"

"Shush!"

"Why?"

"My father tends to have eyes and ears everywhere. That's why," Mike explained for Dorothea with a cold tone. 

"Of course you work for your father," Max grumbled with an eye roll and a smirk. 

"What's that supposed to mean, you prick?" Mike inquired, his annoyance rising as he grabbed Max by the collar roughly. 

"Mike c'mon don't do this!" Dot called while grabbing his arm and trying to push him back. A sharp pang of pain shot through her chest when he ignored her and brushed her off. Mike shoved Max against the prize counter, keeping him pinned as Max continued to run his mouth, calling Mike various stereotypical words and mimicking his accent. 

They had closed early due to the lack of business so there were no witnesses if Mike were to knock this dude out cold. 

"Mike! Stop" Dot yelled, trying to calm the situation down, starting with Mike. 

"You'd better listen to your little lady, Mike," Max sneered, a challenging look in his eyes. Michael only hesitated for a second but it was just enough for Max to flip the roles and pin Mike to the cold, hard checkerboard tile of the pizzeria. 

Mike's back collided hard with the tile, knocking the air out of his lungs, even more so when Max sat directly on his stomach, making him wince. Unlike Mike, Max didn't hesitate to slam his fist into Mike's face multiple times only to get knocked off by one of Mike's bandaged fists colliding with his jaw. He managed to get back on top and gave Max a thorough dose of his own medicine before Dot screamed and tackled him, caging him to the floor a little ways away from Max. She wheezed as she kept him there, her asthma acting up as she had run around to go find a guard but to no avail. With a glare that had Mike wishing he could dig a hole and hide, Dorothea sat back on Mike's thighs before looking back at Max who had found the strength to sit up. 

"Are you two fucking thirteen again?!" She yelled, visibly pissed. "You two decided to fight it out over some fucking playground insults. Grow up, would you?!" Mike went to open his mouth to say something only to shut it again as Dot stood up over him and stormed away, mumbling words like 'unbelievable' and various swear words. 

As she stormed away, Michael and Max were left to sit on the floor together, both equally dazed, bloody and bruised. Despite the pain clear on their faces, the two men continued to glare daggers at each other, silently challenging the other to make a move. The silence was broken the moment Mike spat blood onto the tile, the metallic taste familiar but still unpleasant. 

"You hurt her and I'll kill you, Afton," Max growled before pushing himself up off the ground. 

"I don't plan on it but even if I did," Mike paused as he stood up as well, towering over the other male slightly. "I'd like to see you try,"

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lady to calm down," He added before turning on his heel and walking towards the security office where Dot had stormed off towards. 

He might've fucked up a little…

[buckys-little-belle]

Okie I just had a thought about bub and sir. It isn't related to the parts you've written or the next so I hope it's ok if I mention it if not totally disregard this ask I'm sorry if it bothers you.

I was just daydreaming today and was thinking about bub giving sir a little tour of where she lives, and she's so proud because sje made it her own and pretty and cute. And maybe she'd even introduce him to each stuffie they come across throughout the house and stuff.

Cafe BigNSmall - Bucky Barnes (Headcannon (Chapter One/Two)

Bub’s Stuffie Show And Tell

Bucky x Little!Fem!Reader

Warnings - NONE! Literally just fluff, like so much it might hurt!

Please know i’m totally up for any Bub and Mr suggestions! I’m really loving writing for them right now so if anyone has any ideas let me know!!

Note - I have a whole idea about when Bucky sees Bub’s apartment for the first time so I changed up the idea a bit! But we all know Bucky is head over heels for Bub and would sit through hours of her talking about random things so this is just him being an idiot in love … as he should be

Note Two - I’m thinking this fits between the first and second part! Thats what I feel would work because I don’t think it would fit in the future with what I have planned.

Note Three - This is a part of a series I have on my masterlist! You don’t need to read the parts to necessarily understand this blurb!

SFW - My account is SFW, please keep all interactions with this post and my blog SFW

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“What’s in your backpack bub?” Bucky asked, Bub staring at him wide eyed from her booth seat.

“‘m jus some things.” She mumbled shyly, slowly sinking back into her seat.

“What things?” Bucky asked calmly, a soft smile on his face.

“You hab to pinky promise to not make fun of me, okay Mr?”

“I would never make fun of you bub!” Bucky reassured her.

Quickly bub pulled her bag onto the table from its resting spot beside her. She zipped open the front pocket and pulled out a small zip up bag, one she had clearly sewn herself, the fabric printed with small frogs and plants. “Um i keep little tings in here.” She said as she opened the bag, pulling out chapstick, keys, and some tic tacs. “Do you want one?” she asked, holding out the tic tac container towards him.

“I’m okay, but thank you bub, thats very kind of you.” Bucky was taking notes in his head what flavour the tic tacs and chapstick were, he would keep those notes for a later date in case she needed something and went to him for help.

“m’kay” Bub answered, quickly opening the big pouch and snuggling the bag a little closer to her body. “Um, well dis is my frog.” Y/n mumbled, her voice barley above a whisper as she placed the frog onto the table. Her eyes avoiding Bucky’s at all costs, expecting him to laugh at her.

Instead Bucky picked the frog up and looked at him. “He’s very cute, whats his name?”

Y/n’s eyes shot up in shock, a shy smile creeping on to her face. “‘m his name is ‘green bean’”

Bucky chuckled, “Thats adorable” He breathed. “Where did you get his cute little outfit?” He asked, surprised that the sweater and overalls fit him perfectly.

“I made dem.” Bub exclaimed, her grip was still tight on the backpack but she finally feeling a little more comfortable about the situation. “I knitted da sweater, and da overalls I made him so he could hab some like mine!”

Bucky’s smile grew ten times bigger, he was proud of and shocked at Y/n’s crafting abilities, loving that she took time to do things that allowed positive distraction.

Y/n reached back into her bag and pulled out a grey lump, quickly turning it towards Bucky to show off the elephant. “Dis is ellie!” Y/n beamed, her smile so wide and eyes full of joy. “She is da best, very soft, you should feel!” She babbled, pushing the elephant towards Bucky.

Before he could comment how how soft the elephant really was she pulled out a green dinosaur, Bucky slowly realized just how big her bag was, she had already pulled out her colouring book and crayons when she first got here. “My grandpa got me dis dino, his name is dan, after my grandpa. Dan da dino” She said proudly.

“You’ve got lots of stuffies bub.” Bucky laughed. The frog sat against his chest and the table, the elephant held in his arm and the dinosaur now sat in front of him.

“‘m almost finished!” Bub persisted, her hands quickly dipping pack into her bag, this time to grab a sweet purple bunny. “Dis is purple grape!”

Bucky chuckled. “Purple grape?” He questioned.

“Yah, I wan to get all da bunnies, dey come in different colours and I wan to name dem after fruits!” Y/n reasoned, her arms wrapping around the bunny’s body.

“What other colours do you have?” Bucky asked, curious.

“Jus dis one, I really like da blue one, I would call him blueberry!” Y/n giggled. “Dey are all so cute!”

“They are bub, so cute.” Bucky said, by “They” he meant “You”, he wanted to tell bub she was adorable, but he didn’t want to push anything. Now all he had to do was try and figure out where she gets her stuffed animals. As Bub continued to ramble on about her stuffies she had at home he moved the ones in his arms around to find the tags, hopeful that he could get Bub her blueberry.

[suna-reversed]

Icarus’ Irony ☀️

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

alternative title: “but I crumble completely when you cry”

2k+ words

Minors DNI‼️

A/N: if you haven’t already seen this cosplay, go get some Toji brainrot

Warnings/Tags: mentions of violence, manhandling, dacryphilia, mild dub-con, fingering, mating press, cum play, breeding kink, size difference, cheating, smoking/alcohol, shotgunning, degradation, slight praise, angstt, hurt/comfort

“Do you know of how Icarus fell?”

His question snapped you out of your post orgasm daze. You looked up at him from where your head rested on his bare chest, thighs straddling his lap, quivering a little as you pulled away to look at his face in the moonlight.

“He flew too close to the sun?”

Toji looked deep in thought as you answered, nodding his head slightly,

“Ah yes, he did…”

You almost purred as his warm hand slid up your thigh, kneading the sore-marked flesh,

“ ...but that wasn’t what what damned him”

He paused again, dangling the lit cigarette held in between the index and middle finger of his other hand, the same fingers that were buried deep inside of you not too long ago,

“...his ruination came with his desire. The closer he got, the more he craved. His delusion didn’t even let him feel the searing heat that burned through his flesh. He was too lost in thought of the eternal glory he believed he’d found.”

Toji adjusted his gaze to meet your eyes, the acrid scent of smoke hitting you as he leaned forward. His actions seemed slowed and you found it hard to differentiate the golden aura around his silhouette from his actual self. Has he always been so ethereal? 

“Do you think he smiled?” 

“Huh?” you mumbled out drowsily, your head falling back on his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. night-chilled mist and cedar. His hoarse chuckle sent shivers down your spine. 

“I asked, do you think he smiled...knowing he was the only one to ever get that close to the sun, even if it destroyed him in the end?”

You heard Toji take a puff out of his cigarette and your breath hitched as a hand came to your jaw, tilting your head up as he exhaled out the smoke in between your parted lips.

How had he stayed this long tonight? Usually, you’d be cleaning yourself up by this time, no trace left of the man who had been whispering sultry words into your ear while pounding into you from behind moments ago. He was never this talkative afterwards either. 

“Why are you asking me this?”

He leaned back, turning his head away from you. The slightest of change could be sensed in his posture as you hesitantly brought your fingers up to trace the scar next to his lips. He’d grabbed onto your wrist halfway before it could reach his mouth everytime that you had tried it before, growling a low “wanna try that again?”, that usually led to you being stuffed full of him once more. Perhaps he was too high to care tonight?

“Why am I asking you this?” A dry laugh left his throat as he finally looked back at you, still making no attempts to pull your hand away from his face. 

“because I think you’re flying dangerously close; whether for warmth, for lust, for love; whatever it is, I have a feeling you’ll go down smiling even when the light sets you aflame.”

You were too lost in his eyes, your mind clouded by the feel of his unclothed skin against yours. How did he get the scar? Had he ever told you? Did she know about it? A burning sensation formed in the pit of your chest as your eyes slid to the gold band kept neatly on the nightstand. He removes it every single time; right before he sinks to his knees with a moan, saying his prayers in between your thighs as your heels dig into his spine. 

You couldn't register his words anymore. It all sounded like incoherent gibberish, perhaps that's what it all was. Perhaps, that’s all everything he’s ever said was. 

“I only stay with her because of my son” 

“I’ll get a divorce soon enough” 

“She wont let me live in peace if she finds out-”

All gibberish. Garbage. Empty promises. Lies. Words that held no meaning.  

His lips were still moving, but all you could hear was the loud ringing in your ears. Suddenly, the sensation of his flesh against yours felt like too much. You couldn't breathe as bile rose up to the back of your throat. You pulled your head away from his chest, but the warmth wouldn’t leave you, the wet feeling on your cheeks worsening the burning of your skin. 

Why was he still speaking? Could he not see that you were dying?

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

You found your lips moving out of their own accord 

“Leave-leave me alone I hate you”

The sob that ripped from your throat made you feel like you had just been pushed off from a skyscraper, feeling the end nearing, but it never quite seemed to come. 

Your incoherent pleas of being left alone continued as you felt muscular arms wrap around your figure; your sobs getting louder as you felt yourself being picked up, and then laid down on the plush mattress that still held the remnants of your previous feat with the man above you. 

You didn't realise you had been thrashing until a hand grabbed onto your wrists, bringing them together as Toji used his weight to pin your struggling body down, his other arm coming around to pull you into his chest, effectively muffling out your screams. 

Your sobs took a while to die out; leaving your eyes burning, throat dry, and the throbbing pain in your head worsening by the second as you continued to stare at the chipped ceiling past his shoulder. The same ceiling you had stared up at as he had ruthlessly rutted into your cunt, calling you “his obedient little slut”- “his cumdump”. 

That’s what you’ll always be, isn't it? 

You felt the grip around your body loosen, the weight lifting off of you slightly as your eyes came in level with his face. He held an unreadable expression like always. A bitter laugh escaped your throat as you looked back on all the times you had dreamed of the scar next to his lip twitching up, only for you. 

“Stop it.” His voice was smooth, your body instinctively reacting to his command. You hated it. But you still did have control over your words, 

“Fuck off” 

You saw his eyes darken, his hand moving up to grab your jaw harshly, 

“What was that?”

Smack!

Your palm burned as it landed, the skin of his cheek already tinting a deeper shade of crimson. 

Heavy silence hung in the room.

You gasped in shock as you felt a pair of lips crash down onto yours, Toji’s tongue making its way into your mouth as you groaned. You contemplated biting his tongue, but the rational part of your brain seemed to be dulling out more and more the longer that his tongue remained clashing with yours, his hands moving up your abdomen to grope your chest, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. 

You shut your legs together as his hand tried to slither in between, but your efforts were to no avail as he grabbed onto your thigh, holding it away, not even wasting a second to dip his fingers into your heat. You felt your face heat up at the wetness he found there. Toji moved back to sit on his knees, thumb circling your clit as you tried not to let out any more sounds of pleasure. 

“You hate me huh? Then what’s this?” His fingers pumped in faster inside of you making you arch your back, a cry of shame leaving your mouth. 

Toji grabbed onto your thighs to push them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulders and biting at the tender skin he found. A loud moan left you as you felt him line up with your entrance, the tip already making you feel the stretch of his huge girth. 

You opened your eyes, only to be met with the same chipped ceiling once again. Tears welled up in your eyes, making your vision blurry as you felt a sob bubbling in your chest, pitying your own resolve for breaking so soon. 

But then you felt something rub against your cheek. A calloused thumb brushing away the tears as a forehead came down to press against yours, and you found your orbs locked onto the malicious ones of the man you had wrecked your sanity for. 

“You are…” he sighs out, and you grunt as he slides deeper into you, “...the only thought that plagues my mind.”

His lips meld with yours once more as he finishes his sentence, both of your moans being muffled against each other’s mouth. 

“...all-the-damn-fucking-time” he thrusts into you in between words. It's the closest he’s come to being gentle as his strokes, though slow, still hit deep inside of your dripping cunt. His hips jut into you more intensely as you bite his lip, hands moving up to entangle themselves into his dark locks.

You were crying and moaning and screaming all at the same time as his cock hit all the right spots, the pain of his huge member still being evident even after it had fucked out your pussy countless times. But it was drowned out by the pleasure as his fingers found your clit once more, hastily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he picked up his pace. You found your face contorting in pleasure soon enough, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as you felt your climax coming. 

“C’mon, go ahead, cream all around my cock like the good girl you are.” He grunted, voice deep and dripping in honey.

The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped as his tongue licked its way up from your neck to your jaw. Toji continued fucking into you as you rode out your orgasm, your body spasming from the overstimulation as you felt your insides being filled with thick spurts of cum. Toji groaned, pulling back to look at the sight of your cum-filled cunt, collecting the slickness that had dripped out of your hole with his thumb, only to push it back inside.

You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to cry or curse him as he got up, walking out the bedroom door. The hollow feeling once again flooded your chest as you shut your eyes, hoping to wake up from this endless nightmare. 

Your body jerked awake as you felt something cool slide against your thigh. You snapped your eyes open, lifting your head, only to find the man you had just cussed out a thousand different ways sitting on the edge of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand. You were too stunned to say anything, staring at him as he inched forward, continuing his task of cleaning up the mess. 

You let your head fall back against the mattress, sighing as the conflicting thoughts in your mind continued to race on. You found yourself being lifted, a blanket being put over you before your head was pulled into a warm chest, arms wrapping around you as a hand cradled the back of your head. Your thoughts all disappeared away, the familiarity of his body becoming almost cozy as sleep took over your senses. You thought you heard him mutter something, but then again, you might as well have dreamt it.

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Toji found his hand lingering over the door handle as he glanced at your slumbering figure. Sighing, he walked back over to cover you with the blanket that you had kicked off. 

He found his own mind flooded with conflicting feelings as he walked out of your building. He had never stayed the night before. Moreover, he was trying to find a justification for the three cursed words he had muttered last night.

He decided to blame it on the nicotine that was clogging his system. Even though he had felt his high clearing as soon as he had seen you sobbing and moving away from him, your face filled with disgust. He never wanted to see you feel that way about him again. 

He looked down at the golden band clutched tightly in his palm. The metal was starting to rust. He was surprised your curious little mind didn’t notice, didn't ask him why - because real gold didn’t rust. He found his mind flashing back to the first time you had asked him,

“Are you...seeing someone?” 

He hadn’t known you for too long then, but the tug in his chest each time you were around made him want to disappear out of existence. 

You made him want to lose all restraint, and what would the man be if he lost his sense of identity, the only armour he harboured; his rigid demeanour. 

The lie had rolled off his tongue easily enough, switching over the band on his index finger to his ring finger under the table. Lifting it up for you to see, he had felt his heart clench at the flicker of sadness in your eyes. But that seemed to work as even more proof for why he had to draw a boundary around himself.

You burned like a thousand fires, your brightness blinding, your warmth creeping up to thaw the ice around his heart.

It terrified him.

How he always ended up coming back for more, how he ended up breaking a little more each time his name slipped past your sweet lips, how he’d vowed to destroy anything that dared cause you agony. Even if it meant destroying himself. 

Toji Fushiguro finally knew the answer to his question. 

He too, would go down with a smile if it was you lighting the match to his pyre, if it was you ripping the wings off his back.

After all you were the only light in his life, his precious sun.

How does it matter if he burns himself out trying to get closer to you?

© suna-reversed — all rights reserved. please refrain from modifying, translating, reposting of any kind. plagiarism will NOT be tolerated.

[lepusrufus]

Some (slightly angsty) vamp fam being wholesome and loving each other bc we need it 

Now keep in mind I’m in no way a writer but i wanted to write a teeny lil fic based around this sketch (the alternative was a short comic which i do not have the time for lol) so enjoy the angst and fluff under the cut

The frigid wind was howling outside, crashing against the towers of the Dimitrescu castle. Yet they stood tall and proud as they have for centuries now, the thick stone walls protecting its inhabitants from the winter cold. 

On the inside, the halls were filled with echoes of heels running across the polished floors, accompanied by the giggles and laughter of the three daughters of the house. Cassandra was in the lead, a comically large hat held in her gloved hands, followed by Bela and, lagging behind, their youngest sister Daniela. She deliberately stayed behind to -jokingly of course- mock their pursuer’s efforts to catch up. Each time she turned to yell a “we cannot be captured” or “give up and we may spare your hat” a small sigh escaped their mother’s lips. 

“Come now, daughters. You know as well as I do that I must get ready for tonight’s meeting.”

Alcina made no efforts to quicken her pace though, she knew that her mischievous daughters would not run too far ahead. After all, where is the fun in having so much distance between you and your pursuer that you can’t even see and make fun of them. At least that’s what Daniela always said. 

Despite her air of tiredness, Alcina couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips at the sound of her beloved daughters’ giggles. They may be up to no good occasionally, but they knew better than to cause their mother embarrassment, especially when it came to Mother Miranda. The meeting was still distant. For now she could afford to spend some time with them. 

The trio rounded a corner, the first two quickly slipping out of sight while Daniela lingered there and turned towards her mother. 

“Fine, we’ll give you the hat back,” she shouted and, for a second Alcina looked at her daughter hopefully, until she held her chin between two fingers in an exaggerated pensive expression. “If we can get a pet lycan!" 

Alcina grimaced at the mere thought of one of Heisenberg’s beasts coming even close to her castle. Her clean castle.

"Never." 

"Good luck then!" 

Daniela spun on her heels to follow her sisters, but lost her balance for a moment, slamming an elbow against the window placed right behind her for support. She had a tendency to get a little clumsy when excited, though it never became a problem bigger than a couple insignificant vases getting broken or an accidental -according to her- shove against her sisters. That is, until today.

The latch on the old window rattled from the combined force of Daniela’s hit and the wind outside that has been pushing against it all day long. This was the final hit that it needed to give out. The window opened forcefully, letting in a cold burst of winter air from outside that howled through the hallway. Daniela got knocked to the ground, more due to the pain caused by the chilly air than from its force, and instinctively tried to crawl away from the window while shielding herself from the cold as best as she could. The pain, however, became quickly unbearable and an agonized scream that bordered on a guttural grow pierced the howling of the wind. 

"Mom!” Daniela called out desperately, now balling up in the fetal position. 

Her mother however was not far, having witnessed the whole ordeal and now rushing towards her with heavy steps from the other side of the hall. Even the other two, hearing Daniela’s scream, dropped their game and came back for their sister. 

“Dani- " 

Bela had to quickly grab Cassandra’s shoulder to stop her at a safe distance. As much as it pained her to see her younger sister writhing in pain on the floor, she knew that all three of them being in that state would get impossible for their mother to handle. And Alcina indeed handled it. She was at her youngest’s side in mere seconds, forcefully shutting the damned window with just enough self control so as to not shatter it, and then knelt down to Daniela’s shivering form. She gently scooped her up in her arms, holding her close to her body and almost wincing at how badly she was shaking.

Alcina spared only a glance towards the elder daughters "Go around. Meet me in my chambers,” came her booming voice and, although she wasn’t mad at them, they couldn’t help the shiver that ran down their spines. 

“Yes mother,” they replied in unison and the next second a swarm of insects had replaced their bodies. 

The journey to Alcina’s chambers was little more than a quick blur of hallways and heavy booming footsteps. She shoved the door open, crouching to enter and made a beeline for the pile of blankets neatly placed on the bed. Daniela was lowered down on one of the thicker covers so that her mother could wrap her up in a better attempt at warming her up. She then was promptly picked back up, now cocooned in the soft blanket, and Alcina went to sit on the couch placed right in front of the fireplace while tightly holding her daughter in her arms. 

Contrary to popular belief, Alcina’s body was quite warm to the touch, unlike her daughters’ cold skin. On chilly winter nights it was common occurrence for the girls to come to her, demanding cuddles with the excuse that their rooms felt too cold. She always complied, gladly allowing all three of them to huddle around her like kittens for a bit of extra warmth. 

Which is exactly what Daniela was doing right now, her small body almost glued to her mother’s chest and her head shoved in the crook of Alcina’s neck. One hand was covering her face, muffling the sound of sobs, while the other was damn near clawing at her shoulder trying to hold the blanket tightly around herself. It pained Alcina deeply to see her in such a sorry state. Her hands were tightly holding her daughter and she bent down to kiss the top of her head, whispering gentle words of encouragement. 

A slight buzzing sound reached her ears as Bela and Cassandra entered the room, their expressions riddled with worry. Bela wordlessly approached the fireplace, it’s flames dying down from not being fed in a while, and added a couple logs that quickly ignited, casting a warm light on the room and its current inhabitants. Cassandra on the other hand was standing a couple feet away from her mother, not knowing what to do. The hat was still in her hands, her grip tightening further with each muffled sob that could be heard from Daniela. It took a few moments for Alcina to notice her, but when she did, she called her to sit by their side with a slight motion of her head. Cassandra was happy to oblige, quickly sitting down by her mother and helping her with keeping Daniela wrapped in  the soft blanket. Bela joined them too after taking care of the fire. She knelt in front of Daniela and started to slowly rub her shoulder hoping to bring some comfort while her other hand went to Cassandra’s.

They sat like that until sobs turned into soft sniffles and until those died down too. Daniela stopped shivering and was instead just enjoying the warmth of her mother’s embrace, recovering from the whole ordeal. Until she let out a sigh, still not budging however. 

“Well that sucked major ass." 

Cassandra couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped her lips at the sight of Alcina fighting the urge to reprimand her youngest for her choice of words. When she looked at Bela, she saw the same struggle to keep a straight face. The very air in the room seemed lighter, no longer carrying the very real possibility of one of them dying.

"No more heels for you. From now on you can only wear flats,” Bela said teasingly, finally allowing her shoulders to relax. 

“You’re only mad I’m taller than you,” came Daniela’s reply, who had turned around in her mother’s arms to give her sister a light shove. 

Bela gasped, indignated, and went for a rebuttal, but was promptly interrupted by Cassandra’s sudden burst of laughter. She buried her face in her hands, muffling the sound, and leaned against her mother. 

Alcina finally managed to let out a sigh of relief, her grip on Daniela loosening, and she leaned back against the soft cushions of the sofa. She closed her eyes, just reveling in the sound of her daughters giggling and throwing light teases at each other as if the last half an hour or so did not happen. These girls were really able to bounce back from anything. 

But that was still a close call. She was already making plans to have someone come to the castle and repair any old window with a faulty lock so that such an accident would not repeat itself. It wasn’t unusual for things in a castle to get old and less effective as they once were, but Alcina couldn’t help blaming herself for not properly upkeeping her home. Her and her daughters’ home. 

A shift from the three girls pulled her back from her thoughts. Bela got up to sit by her side, now all of them huddled around her and giggling at whatever joke Daniela just made. 

She could have a maid call the repairman later. Right now she just wanted to enjoy the quality time with her daughters, in the safety of her warm room. Not that the girls seemed to have any plans of letting her get up anyways.

[sslow-dancer]

One Shot, nsfw, She/Her

Hi! Can I get some Star Plat smut? Maybe Jotaro is busy working and gives you Star in his place? Thanks! 💜

“Take It.” (Jotaro Kujo + Star Platinum x Fem Reader)

Warnings: size difference, edging, nsfw

tags: tags: fxm, jotaro kujo x fem reader, star platinum x reader, dom!jotaro x sub!reader, nsfw, smut

Description: After a brief heated conversation inside Jotaro’s office, Jotaro offers to please you in a more- unique way as he works on some research.

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Your heels click along the clean white tiles of your and Jotaro’s shared home. You have just gotten home from work and were desperate to embrace your boyfriend or at least... do a little bit more than just embracing. You unbutton the top buttons of your dress shirt and take off your heels by his office door, smiling when you hear his welcoming hum to come in.

You close the door behind you and walk up behind Jotaro, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he writes down a few notes for his studies. You ask,

“What are you writing about?”

“It’s a paper for some sea creature found along the coast of Okinawa. We’re not sure the name of it yet so we’re trying to find that out. I’m doing most of the research at the moment.”

“Hmm...sounds interesting.” you reply quietly, kissing the nape of his neck and continuing all the way up to the shell of his ear. Jotaro groans, his stone-cold attitude present in the sound.

“Don’t you have work or a nap to worry about?” He asks sternly, his want to fuck you relentlessly high but not high enough to make him stop working. You giggle as you let go of his shoulders and turn his chair around. You shift your body closer to his and run your fingers along his chest, going in a up and down motion; purposefully ghosting over his abs and his abdomen that lead to the part you most desire right now.

You finally reply, “I finished work early and I don’t want to nap. All I want is you.”

You’re pressing your breasts against his chest now, your faces inches away from each other. You reach for his face, caressing his cheek lightly. You slide your thumb over his bottom lip before pecking them softly, your red lips tinting his.

Jotaro let’s out a deep exhale, his crotch beginning to grow hot and his thoughts bothered. He pushes you away and points over to the couch parallel to where his desk stands. Though met with confusion at first, you follow his orders anyway and happily sit opposite of him. Your bodies only around 5 feet apart.

You smile, biting your lip as you cross your legs and place your clasped hands on your lifted knee, your arms forming into a v shape to further accentuate your breasts. Jotaro tsks at this, clearly annoyed at the fact that you enjoy this. That you enjoy teasing for your own benefit and not for his.

“Unbutton your shirt...I know you’re not wearing a bra.”

You smirk at his command, impressed that he hasn’t given you a whole rant about having to finish work and for you to stop distracting him already. You do as he says so, unbuttoning the last of your shirt and sliding your hand inside the collar, slowly pushing he fabric down your shoulder. Jotaro scrunches his nose, adding on lowly,

“No, keep it on. I told you to only unbutton it, not to take it off.”

You flutter your eyes in admiration, understanding his order as you place your hands onto your lap. He huffs,

“Now, I’m gonna try something. I don’t want you to refuse so trust me, got it?”

“Sure, yeah.” you reply calmly, not really caring what he meant by that. His blank expression transforming into a lecherous one. He stares deeply into your eyes as he lets his stand out, Star Platinum.

You gulp, crossing your legs tightly as your lewd thoughts continue to increase,

‘Is he going to fuck me with Star?’ you ask yourself, ‘I sure hope he does...’

“Lay down...I’m gonna work. For now, let Star do things to you.”

You watch as his stand nears you, your face heating up when you notice how handsome Star is as Jotaro. He is his stand after all.

Star doesn’t say a word, he only grabs your face and kisses you deeply. Your face growing hotter now, as you go to place your hand over one of his. His touch cold and almost faint, though the feeling of the kiss equal to his user. You sigh as you feel Star slide his tongue into your mouth, your mind almost forgetting that you’re making out with a literal stand. A being only you and a few others can see and sense.

A string of drool is formed between you, Star’s tongue cutting it when he lets go, his cold lips placing a kiss on your forehead as you calm your breathing. Jotaro at his desk flipping through pages of textbooks as he continues to add onto his research; ignoring the hardness between his legs.

You gasp when Star suddenly rips your shirt off your shoulders, the top half of your body meeting the cold breeze of the room. Your nipples immediately hardening when Star reaches for them, his large fingers pinching and twisting them. You whine as you didn’t know his hands could make you that sensitive. Whines turning into moans as he fully fondles with your breasts. Your panties wet and sticky from all the teasing this being has done to you.

He smirks at you as he lets go, your gaze falling down in embarrassment. You blink in surprise when he raises your chin up with his thumb and pointer fingers, pecking you softly. A pick at when you pecked Jotaro after a bit of sensual talk earlier.

He wraps an arm around your torso as he points for you to turn around and get on your hands and knees. You do this as he slowly moves his hand over your abdomen and places it on the side of your waist, his other hand doing the same. Your body in full doggy style, though your skirt and panties still on. Your legs shaking as you’re desperate for them to be off.

Coincidentally, Star seeming to have read your mind, slides your skirt and panties down your legs, one of his cold fingers dipping into your folds without warning. You moan softly, biting your lip as you turn your head slightly to watch him tease you. You giggle as you look over at Jotaro, his back fully turned away from you as he works. Yourself knowing full well that he’d do anything to look at you right now.

Your eyes widen when you feel an unfamiliar hardness against your sex, the coolness making you shiver. You blush when you look over to see Star’s cock out, the head of it wet with precum and slowly seeping down the sides of the shaft. He uses a hand to position your head forward, turning your full attention back to the wall in front of you.

You let out a long string of moans as he slowly slides into you, his grip on your waist tight. Your eyes well up with tears when he thrusts deep, your forehead meeting the cushion of the coach as you try to get used to his length and girth.

Sure Jotaro is big, but definitely not as big as his stand is. And though it can be pleasurable, you can’t help but feel pain as Star gave you no warning. He thrusts again, gasping when you hear Jotaro lowly tell you,

“Take it.”

You moan loudly when Star turns his slow thrusting into fast, the pain going away as his tip repeatedly meets your g-spot. The sound of lewd wetness, harsh slapping and feminine moans filling up the room.

Star moves his hands up to your breasts, preventing you from lowering your body further down into the couch. You keep your eyes closed as you lewdly whisper,

“J-Jotaro...”

Jotaro hears this, he purses his lips as he writes down his final note for the day and closes his notebook. He turns his chair to look at you and Star, infatuated with the sight in front of him.

Your eyes still closed as you blissfully take in Star, lips slightly parted as you moan and feel your first orgasm coming in. Your eyes hooded when you feel Jotaro’s gaze on you, smiling at him.

“Don’t cum yet.”

Jotaro walks over to the side of the couch and too much to your surprise, forcefully inserts his cock down your throat. You gag as you attempt to gain insight of what’s going on, your nose rubbing against abdomen.

When had he lowered down his pants? You did not know. All you know is that he now has his hands on both sides of your head and is fucking into the back of your throat with no regards of being gentle with you. Though in a way, you don’t care. You’re taking him fully in two ways. Taking in a man you love so much.

Jotaro groans as he can already feel his own orgasm wanting to take over, the sounds coming from his mouth louder than they usually are when you get intimate. The two timing of fucking you making him infinitely more times sensitive.

Star lets you thrust your high against him, the moan you let out while your lips are still wrapped around Jotaro’s cock loud enough for the next door neighbors to possibly hear you.

You sigh, beads of sweat running down as Star goes to move into you again. Your body still shaking from the orgasm you just had. You roll your eyes back when you feel the second orgasm take over you, this time with Star “cumming” inside you too. He disappears when you feel Jotaro’s hot semen coat the sides of your throat, your lips plush as he slowly pulls out with a low moan. He wipes your lips with his thumb, his eyes lovingly scanning your lustful expression,

“Think you could take a second round with the actual me?”

[amerrierworld]

Little Songbird (pt 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu becomes addicted to your voice and wants to hear you... sing some more.

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,087

Warnings: The extra Smut Chapter ;)

The next day, you were a bit exhausted from the previous night’s... activities. But you set about work the same way as usual, though buzzing with an unusual excitement about the evening to come. 

You were working on repairing a rip in one of your old dresses. You really wanted to impress the Lady and look as good as possible, now that she had taken a liking to you. As you worked, the head maid asked you about your previous night’s duties while preparing lunch.

“It wasn’t all bad.” You kept your gaze on the hole in the dress you were mending as she prepped ingredients. “The Lady seemed very preoccupied. I don’t think I was much of a bother.”

“That’s very rare,” another maid cackled while peeling potatoes next to you. “She always looks at us like we’re the dirt on the bottom of her shoes. But I suppose the pay is good.”

“Not freezing out in the cold is very good pay, I agree,” the head house maid said dryly. “I suggest you try to keep it that way.”

The maid looked flustered at the comment and scampered off, intimidated by her gaze and muttering something about more things to be done. You bit your lip to stop from smiling.

“How was it really, my dear?” The head maid turned to you, a much kinder look in her eyes now. “The Lady can be a touch.. harsh.”

“It was fine, really. I didn’t know she had a piano until now.”

“Oh, yes. I’ve never heard her play myself, but I’ve heard stories she used to perform. Especially around holidays or important events.”

“Really?” Your mouth gaped a little as she explained. “I didn’t know she was that good at piano.”

“Oh, no, dear. Not piano. She would sing. It’s a bit sad we haven’t heard her sing at all in our time at the castle. I suspect it would make her a little more approachable. But that may not be what she wants. I’ve heard she was quite a talented singer though...”

As she kept talking, the needle had stilled in your hands, your body freezing at the sudden revelation. Lady Dimitrescu, a singer? Surely not. 

“..Are you alright?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, thinking of how she would sound, what she would sing, and if you would ever get to hear her sing. 

“Yes, yes I’m fine.” You kept pushing the needle through the fabric, trying to remain calm. You felt your body tingle as you remembered the way she wanted to hear you sing. “I have to say, it is quite surprising.”

“Our Lady is definitely full of surprises.” She patted your shoulder before leaving you to your thoughts and your half-stitched handiwork. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to focus on any tasks for the rest of the day now.

Later that night, you hurried to sneak through the hallways on your way to your Lady’s bedchambers. You really didn’t want anyone to see you on the way, since you had no supplies to have an excuse of a chore to be done this time. There was one maid who caught your eye, and she gave you a curious once-over as you walked by in your nicest dress, looking like you were going out rather than going to bed. 

When you got to the door of the room, your heart was thundering in your chest. Your hands had gotten sweaty, and you didn’t understand what was so stressing for you. She had seen every inch of you already, had stripped you on top of the piano, and made you come like you never had before.

You delicately rapped your knuckles on the door, and waited for long, agonizing moments for a response. When none came, you became curious. You turned the door handle and pushed. It opened with no resistance, and there seemed to be no noise coming from inside the room.

You poked your head inside, and was once again astounded by the sheer size of the room. Against your better judgment, you slipped inside and shut the door behind you. Being early was always a good thing, you decided.

Since Lady Dimitrescu wasn’t there yet, you had time to take it in. You were drawn to the massive bed, and the dark red sheets that adorned it. Probably the best colour choice, you figured, considering the high risks of blood stains on any surface in the entire castle. 

You approached and ran a hand over the edge of the fabric, marvelling at its silkiness and expensive textures. It reminded you of everything Lady Dimitrescu liked to wear; expensive, silky, smooth...

The door slammed open, ripping the quiet thought out of your brain, and there stood Lady Dimitrescu. Her expression was fuming, angry, but it didn’t seem to be directed at you, because the minute she saw you standing in the room, it softened in confusion. Like she had forgotten you’d be coming.

You let go of the sheets and clasped your hands behind your back, curtsying quickly in fear of her anger and not wanting to step out of line. She nearly scoffed at you, and took a few long strides to the vanity, sitting down heavily on the bench.

“Help me with my dress.” Her tone was curt, demanding. You paled a little, thinking this night wasn’t gonna go how you expected it to, but still doing as she said. You were a maid, after all.

With her seated, it was easier to reach the buttons along her back, and you made quick work of them. But when you stepped back and she didn’t make any move to get out of her seat, you realized she wanted you to get the entire garment off her.

Her pointed gaze at you in the mirror disappeared from view as you approached the open back and pushed the two halves of the dress aside like peeling delicate fruit. You couldn’t help it; you ran your hands along the thick skin of her back as the dress fell off her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing bra clasp right at eye level that you could have undone quickly if you wanted to.

“You’re being quite bold, little one,” Lady Dimitrescu finally spoke, her voice deep, sultry, but not gentle like it had been last night. There was an iciness to it that stung. Your hands had been lingering a little too long on her skin.

“Forgive me, my lady,” you said, stepping away as she got up to her full height and let the dress pool at her feet. You saw heels in your view and stockings raking up long legs, but you didn’t dare look any higher. 

“Oh, pet. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” She ran a hand over your head and walked past you. Your instincts kicked in and you picked up the dress to fold tidily on the vanity’s bench. The slightest touch from her fingers made you shiver, and a blush crept up the back of your neck.

“Look at me, sweetling.”

You turned around to face the bed, where she was sitting, one leg swung over the other, hands perched behind her on the mattress. Yellow eyes looked at you and you gulped for air at the sight of her.

“You’re allowed to look, darling. It would be a bit inconvenient if you weren’t.”

Your cheeks were burning now, but you finally let your eyes wander down her frame. Her lingerie was the epitome of femininity, yet dark and sultry, just like her. The black lace hugged her curves. Her stockings were held up by a garter belt, and she kicked off her heels with one smooth jerk of her legs. 

Her tummy folded in when she was seated, and her thighs, though muscular and lean, were thick and looked strong enough to crush your entire body if she wanted to.

“Come here.” That familiar voice zapped through you and you approached the bed, briefly wondering if what you had heard about her singing talents were true. You supposed it wouldn’t surprise you. As a lady of her standard, learning an instrument or musical skill must’ve been a required lesson for her etiquette. 

She picked you up to sit in her lap, and you squeaked in surprise as she lifted you once again. A chuckle rang throughout the room and you looked up at her, relieved to see the earlier anger had dissipated from her gaze when she looked at you.

“I’m glad you’re here. I had almost forgotten you were coming,” she said, running hands soothingly over your thighs as you straddled her. “I apologize if I was a bit of a sight when I arrived. The staff in this castle is somewhat... incompetent at times.”

So it was the staff that had made her angry. Did another maid try to escape? Enter the cellar? Was there an errand boy that couldn’t keep his hands off of one of the new deliveries? 

Her head lowered to breathe in your scent, lingering right by your ear. You let out a heavy sigh at the feeling of her so close to her, and you reached out to grip her upper arms that framed your body. You ran your fingers along her skin, and she recoiled for a moment, pulling away.

You froze. Did you do something wrong? Fear etched in your eyes, you looked up at the Countess, wondering if you stepped out of line for touching her. Then her gaze focused in on you and she seemed to relax a little.

“Don’t stop.”

Was it a request? An order? You didn’t mind either way, because now your hungry hands ran over her, feeling the dimples and ridges of scars and stretched skin all over. You explored with your hands as much as you did with your eyes, gazing at her cleavage, the curve of her neck, the muscles in her shoulders. 

You ran a hand over her tummy, feeling softness and subconsciously prodding it a little with your fingertip. She giggled at the feeling. Giggled. Her body jostled a bit, moving you about. You liked the feeling and the softness, so kept your hands there.

“I can see a question in your eyes, little one,” Lady Dimitrescu purred, combing a hand through your hair. You cast your gaze downward, running a hand over her skin repeatedly, familiarizing yourself with the patterns of the stretch marks.

“Just.. something I heard today.”

“And what was that?”

You squirmed uncomfortably. “I’m not sure if you want to hear.”

A finger tipped your chin up to her piercing eyes, “I doubt it’ll go unnoticed by me, sweetling. Even if you don’t tell me now, I will hear about it.”

Your mouth went a little dry at that. She was right, nothing happened in this castle without her knowing about it, but goodness... the power behind those words made you weak in the knees. Thank heavens you were sitting. 

“I was told you used to be a singer.”

An amused look crossed her face. “Is that it? I was expecting you to announce a mutiny at hand.”

You shrugged slightly, delighted in the way her hand reached to cup the back of your neck, a thumb running over your throat. “I was hardly a singer, darling. But yes, I used to.. dabble in performance. Long ago.”

“Is that why you were so interested in my singing?” 

She grinned, teeth gleaming. “I was interested in your singing because I was interested in you, little songbird.”

She tugged you impossibly closer, leaning down and running her wicked tongue over where her hand had just been on your neck. 

“W-will I ever get to hear you?” you managed to huff out, because now her firm hands were holding your middle, exploring your body the way you had been exploring hers.

“Is that what you want? To hear me sing?”

You nodded, because the low timbre of her voice was reverberating throughout your whole body, and you suddenly needed to hear it singing a tune.

“Perhaps... if you indulge me like I had indulged your last night, you may get to hear me sing too.”

You felt the tips of your ears nearly burst into flames, but you were so desperate... so eager to please. You nearly dropped down to the floor to get on your knees. 

She chuckled, “not so fast. I have a better idea.”

Lady Dimitrescu shuffled back on the bed until she was up against the pillows. Shoving a pillow under her lower back, she crooked a finger to beckon you closer, spreading her legs. The sight of her, half in candle light, spread out for you this time, but still in charge, made you swoon.

You crawled towards her and pressed your lips against the inside of her knee. She rocked her hips a little at the feeling of your warm, small mouth on her body, and fisted a hand in your hair.

“I really won’t need any foreplay, dear,” she said in a hushed tone. “Give me your mouth.”

You raced to tug the black lace panties off of her long legs, and were met with the sight of slick, swollen flesh. A carnal desire overtook you, and you surged forwards to press your mouth against her, desperate to taste.

A soft ‘oh’ escaped the giantess at your eagerness and your soft tongue tasting her arousal without hesitation. She enjoyed teasing you, yes, making you beg and dance around the sexual gratification she could give you. But this, your hunger and desire to please, made her warm all over.

“Good girl,” she said softly as your tongue began flicking over her swollen clit, lightly and experimentally. Your hands gripped the inside of her thighs, keeping them steady and spread. She was able to look down at you, and realized her rough gripping had made your hair come undone, causing curls and locks to drop down, loose and wild. Your eyes met hers, pupils dilated, and then you sucked. 

The high-pitched cry that escaped her was broken and sudden, and it made your body flood with arousal. Your legs trembled a little, the space between your legs begging for attention.

“Oh, who would have thought you’d be so good with your tongue, sweetling?” Lady Dimitrescu moaned, “I knew you were talented.. but that mouth...”

Her sentence was left unfinished, and she bit her lip, groaning softly in the back of her throat as you kept going. Your fingers rubbed her folds, teased her entrance, kissing and sucking until you could find a rhythm that made her squeak.

A nip at the hood of her clit made her gasp delightfully, so you did it again. The hand in your hair pressed down to bury your face in her cunt.

“Wicked girl,” she growled, and you moaned against her, your face wet. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

You pressed harder, one hand pushing three fingers at her entrance without any resistance as they slid inside. Your brain wasn’t working enough to keep up the pace of both, so you curled them and pressed against that soft, swollen frontal wall, scratching with the pads of your fingertips.

She nearly howled, a string of soft curses and... were those pleads? Her eyes were screwed shut, and you looked up at her strong, soft body. You couldn’t help but reach down and rub yourself through the fabrics of your clothes with your other hand. 

Eventually she noticed when she opened her eyes again, and she chuckled, making a point of slowly rolling her pelvis into your face. 

“Couldn’t keep your own hands off of yourself?” she said, her voice slurred with arousal. You made a whiny sound, restrained by your tongue and mouth against her cunt.

“I want you to come with me,” she gasped, her thick thighs beginning to shake from approaching her orgasm. You rubbed yourself even harder, eager to do as she said. 

Her usually-reserved voice came out in whimpers and low growls, and you sucked hard at her clit again, pressing your fingers deep inside, and her whole body instantly convulsed. 

Her cries of pleasure and incoherent words of praise made you topple over the edge shortly after. Her well-kept hair was undone, her mascara a little smeared, and her hands were digging painfully into your scalp. She let go once the last tremors left her body, and you relaxed against her thigh, breathing in her smell and kissing her everywhere you could reach.

“Well done, little songbird,” she cooed, eventually managing to open her eyes again and look at you. “You really are too precious for words.”

You blushed. You extracted your hand from between your legs, grimacing a little at the stickiness of your clothes.

“Let’s get you out of those,” Lady Dimitrescu whispered softly. You let her hands lift you up like you weighed nothing, and strip you.

“But- work...” you made a feeble attempt to get up, but she tutted, holding you closely to her chest, your head resting on her breasts. 

“Nonsense. You will stay the night here. You’re in no state to return to your duties yet.” She spoke curtly again, meaning there was no room for argument, but the soft throb between your legs and the haziness of your sated mind already left you limp and jelly-like. You wouldn’t have made it out the door without collapsing even if you did try to leave.

And so, you were bundled up in her arms, the blankets pulled up around your trembling form. She had pulled out a book from her nightstand and let you relax against her body as she flicked through the pages, a quiet peace filling the atmosphere around you. And then you heard it.

With your head pressed against her chest, you heard the rumble of her voice under your ear, and then her soft humming filled the room. You held your breath as you listened to the low, baritone-like notes, and the occasional page flipping of her book. 

You didn’t know the song, didn't know if it came with words, or if she had come up with it right now, but it made your heart flutter. Did she know you were still awake? 

Eventually, a hand came off of the book and pressed on your head, helping you settle against her warmed skin a little more, and then she spoke,

“Sleep, little songbird. There’ll be plenty of times for you to hear me later.”

A/N: It really doesn’t take much to convince me to write more of a series when I love them as much as this one ;) I hope you have ~enjoyed~

[nevereverlandboys]

Drunken in charge

A/N: So I already posted this on wattpad a while ago. I was busy with learning for my exam, but now I finally managed to edit everything so I can post it on tumblr for those who don't read in wattpad

If you want to get tagged for my oneshots DM me ❤

Pairing: Ouat Felix x Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, consuming of alcohol, swearing, really unrealistic sex scene lol, unprotected sex

Summary: Felix is being left in charge for the camp while Pan is absent, so games are off along with every other game. What is there else to do than drink? The second in command uses this opportunity to finally get closer to the reader after being so distant for a long time.

word count: 9968

The Island was harsh and cruel to everyone in an unfair but equal way. Even though the lost boys lived free on Neverland, they still were ruled by the mischievous leader named Peter Pan. Each of them had their own suffering they would not mention to anyone, rather feel the pain alone and the loneliness followed them with every step. But if someone caught Y/N's eye the most, it was the quiet second in command, Felix. He always stayed close to his leader and would always follow his command. His cold facade never told her a single thought, making him special in his own way. He would leave the girl alone and only joined her on missions, but even then, the second in command would remain quiet. Pan on the other hand, tormented Y/N with thousands of useless tasks, while the lost boys worked on their own duties that seemed to make way more fun. No matter how hard she tried, Y/N would never fit in the group of lost boys, their name alone excluded her. None of them treated her fair, always left her out and acted like she was their servant. At first, the boys all seemed curious, and also a little intrigued about her appearance. They wondered why the shadow brought a girl to Neverland and if she would stay forever or just for a while. Their vicious behavior scared her off the first days, keeping her distance in a small tent. There was nothing special about Y/N, and she wondered why Pan brought her here from the beginning. Soon they boys learned that as well, treating her harshly like everybody else. They mocked her for being too weak, being too emotional,- they mocked her for not being a boy. After a while Y/N stopped asking questions and simply agreed to her new life. There were many good things to mention, nothing here was all bad. No one cared about her exploring the island during the day, at least if she did not go too far. If she wanted to cook for herself, there was no one in the way, and if she wanted to read in her tent, they would not enter- also because she was definitely sure Pan forbat it. The lost boy's feared and loved their leader at the same time, the way he let them live the free life they always wanted and not even seeing how dangerous it could be had convinced them. Y/N had distanced herself from them and their cruelty, rarely appeared to any big occasion and rather traveled along the river that ran it's way through the meadow and pastures. It was a surprise when one boy asked her one day to join a game, leaving her startled and unable to answer since no one ever really attempted to talk to the girl. It woke a piece of hope inside her, some of the younger boys already liked Y/N, yet, there was always something suspicious around the older ones.

"C'mon!" The thin boy yelled excitedly and waved his hands through the air, gesturing to follow him.

"This will be fun!"

Y/N avoided the demanding boy and tilted her head while her eyes wandered through the group before they stopped at the second in command, his eyes already burning on her skin when she detected him on his log, not far. His gaze made her nervous, uncomfortable and she questioned the decision to join the game. Something inside her shook the thought off, that Felix would approach her one day for some other reason than Pan made him, or that he would ask her to join a game.

"No…" Y/N answered nervously and looked back to the lost boy, trying to ignore Felix in the back. She did not trust that boy the slightest.

"I have to clean the kitchen." She  lied and dropped her gaze to the ground. The boy left as quickly as he came, not even trying to convince her further as if the interest was faked like everything else on this Island. After a while she sat alone in silence, watching the smaller boys play with sticks and some older ones preparing some meat and stickbread for the bonfire. The feeling of being watched did not let go. Y/N tried her best not to look suspicious and quickly let her eyes wander further when she found the guilty boy, Felix. 

Why is he still staring at me?

She never found out. The boy stayed exactly where he was and so did Y/N. He would constantly steal a glimpse and for a moment goosebumps spread all over her body, as butterflies rumbled in her stomach. A few days went on and she had catched the second in command staring at her over and over again. Whenever she looked at him, he quickly shifted his eyes somewhere in hope not to be catched. Sitting at the dining table she would catch him, when she did the laundry or cooked in the humble kitchen. The lost boy woke some curiosity inside the girl, the urgent need to know why he would always steal a glimpse, whenever she walked by. He never slipped a nasty comment, definitely strange compared to the other lost boys and their vivid temper. He never approached her or tried to keep up a conversation either. As soon as the sun went down, Pan appeared in front of Y/N's tent, calling her to come out and get some firewood. His second in command stood not far, leaning against the bark of a tree and chewing on a toothpick. He didn't need to wait for his leader's command, already knowing he had to join her. 

"Be quick." Pan ordered sternly, pressing his brows together before strutting back to the other boys. Her eyes instantly shifted over to the lanky, blonde boy, a smirk plastered on his pale face. If Pan knew that this was not a good idea? Felix turned on his heels and led the way through the trees uphill where the bushes covered the edges down to the abyss, not looking back once.

"C'mon, girlie." He said.

'Don't call me that!' She snapped back and paced up. The lost boy's camp disappeared on the ground, the higher Y/N followed the path before Felix stopped in front of a dark forest, the leaves swallowing every light before it could touch the ground. 

"Princess." Felix corrected cockily, watching her step between the trees. She started to blush and was unable to say something, so she decided to simply ignore the giant boy's nickname for her, no matter how flattering his words seemed. She tried to act tough, tougher than she actually was, in hope he would recognise it.

"How in the hell should we get wood in the dark?' Y/N mumbled as she stared into the pitch black.

"Are you scared?" Felix teased and gave her a smirk. His voice was deep and rough, unsettling but still going like honey through her ears. The girl scoffed at him and rolled her eyes, then led the way with firm steps, not even seeing the ground and suddenly tripping over into a mess of wood. 

"Fuck!" She hissed and held her hands to check the unbruised skin. The lost boy started to laugh darkly to himself, before he stepped closer. 

"This wood is full of chunks." Felix explained and bent down to pick up the wood. Y/N rose to her feet and grabbed some wood, not saying another word. Felix remained silent as well, heading with heavy back to the camp. After a while he stopped and turned, watched if she could catch up and continued when the girl was close enough. All the time she wanted to talk to him, using the moment all alone with him, but as she hurried to follow the second in command, no single idea for a conversation came to her mind. It was like someone wiped every thought away and replaced it with the heavy drumming of her heartbeat. As soon as she reached the clearing, Felix dropped the wood onto the ground and left them for the other boys to take care of it. Her chunks landed right next to his and she paced up to catch up with the gloomy second in command, when a tight grip on the girl's wrist stopped her. 

"Where do you think you're going?"

Y/N tilted her head and faced Dave, a tall chubby boy with messy brown hair, his eyes dark and soft like marbles. The lost boy looked like a bear, warm and welcoming, nevertheless it were his words that often scared her off. He only had nasty comments for Y/N, threats and if Pan wouldn't protect her for being a weak girl, the lost boy would probably harm her physically as well.

"The potatoes won't cook themselves!" Dave barked and pushed her harshly away before his eyes wandered over to the kitchen tent. Y/N bit her tongue to stop slipping a nasty comment, marched over to the humble kitchen and let out a growl when she saw the mess inside. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She whined as her eyes wandered over the dirty pots and Pan's, knives and forks along with every spoon. At least it was not stinking and disgusting, easy to wash, yet an avoidable effort if every boy would clean after themselves. But why should they? They had Y/N. Deciding to only clean the essential goods and shoving the other things aside, she opened a little basket with potatoes in it and placed them on the little counter. Like she expected, no one came to help her during the cooking, only one boy showed up to ask if she could hurry up. The same boy did not even thank her when she finally gave them the cooked potatoes half an hour later. The selfish behaviour of these boys was the thing Y/N hated most, more reason to focus on the second in command, the only boy who had never shown her this nasty attitude. While every other boy slowly gathered around the bonfire after they ate, Felix stayed where he was. He did not dance like the others and Y/N was not even sure if he could hear what the boys claimed to hear. Pan once said, his flute was special and the girl was supposed to hear her too. None of them had an explanation, still, it did not seem like the first time for Pan, seeing something like this. 

The girl's eyes darted back to Felix, his eyes already burning on her skin and she instantly moved her head to make it look less obvious. The tempting idea of walking over to him burned inside her guts, but with all those boys around, she was like being frozen in place. The second in command never talked to her when it was not necessary, not even one muscle in his face twitched when he interacted with the others. Still, something inside Y/N pulled her towards him from the beginning, as if his attempt to block her out was even more tempting. When she distanced herself from the bonfire back to her tent, Felix stayed at his seat instead of following her like she had imagined he would do. A little disappointed she went to bed and kept twirling all her thoughts around the mysterious second in command. There were so many questions about him. No one ever understood Felix, maybe not even Pan, although they were closer to each other than no one else on this whole Island.  

The following days Pan left Felix in charge, going on a mission by himself. The absence of Neverland's leader made itself noticeable first, when the lost boys stopped playing their big games and went directly to their duties, almost no words slipping from their usually loud mouths as they worked in silence. The day had started boring for everyone on it, Pan was already away for a few days, so Felix was fully in charge. Games were off, along with parties and especially dances in the evening. If Y/N could tell, the dances were the most annoying thing to the second in command, the thing he hated the most. Felix did not like the idea of taking care of anybody else but himself. So it came that even after weeks, Y/N had barely exchanged some words with him. He would simply avoid her and in case of sharing a task, just stare at her in curiosity. It was a lie to say he did not make her nervous, even when it was not in a scary way. The second in command was weird in any way and whenever he built himself up in front of her, she and broad, he made her look even shorter than she actually was. A feeling almost pleasant instead of scary. It was like something pulled her towards the cold lost boy, but the lack of courage would not let her talk to him. If he felt the same?

Felix was intimidating to look at, it was like something was wrong with his face but Y/N could never tell what. His high pitched cheeks were sharp and narrow and there was an awful scar running along his left cheek up to his brows like an 'x'. The most creepy things were his eyes though, whenever she looked into them, she was willingly drowning in a cold puddle that dragged her deeper in. They pierced her, as if he knew every secret inside the girl's head. Nevertheless, he was not ugly, rather pretty to look at. When his blonde hair hung messy over his face and the way he smelled. Whenever she walked past him, she would smell pinewood and musk. Even though he was well known for his cruelty, the lost boy never raised his hand against Y/N, nor called her nasty things like the others did. She was not even sure on how to do it anyways. Felix always looked busy or like he did not want anyone to speak to him. When she thought of it, the girl could not remember one single boy really talking to the second in command except Pan, but then again,- they only talked about plans and other secrets. He was a mystery of his own, a riddle for Y/N to solve. She glanced over to him and saw that he was carving something into a piece of wood. The lanky lost boy had distanced himself from the other boys, having his seat on a log as closest to the forest as possible. Maybe she could strike a conversation about his passion for carving? He was doing that almost everyday without talking about it and when she thought about it, she had never seen the final results. After a while, courage overcame her, so she stood up and walked slowly into Felix's direction, already noticing in the corner of her eyes the disapproving and concerned looks of some boys. They started to talk quietly to each other and she instantly knew it was about her. Their eyes burned more on Y/N's skin with each step further towards Felix, making her feel nervous and jumpy. Rolling with her eyes at them, she still marched to the lanky blonde boy, stopping when she was close enough to him. The heads of the lost boys instantly shot away, as if they felt too scared to let Felix know about their curiosity when he lifted his heavy head from his broad shoulders.

Felix's eyes darted up, his mouth shut tight and his facial expression went blank like always. His look told Y/N that he was strong, but never how he felt. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Unable to speak, she stared with a deadpan face back at the second in command, trying to find an excuse for her behaviour. The idea with the wood seemed so dumb suddenly and she wished she could just melt into the ground or simply disappear as the lost boy stared back at her, locking their eyes and waiting for her to say something.

"Have you seen Pan?" Y/N choked out and sounded calmer than she expected to be. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously and nodded behind him into the dark forest. Big trees hovered high up into the sky, all around the clearing, hiding every view. It was pitch black. Y/N swallowed at the sight of the dark woods and she shook her head slowly, feeling so scared of the unknown dangers. There was no reason for her to see Pan, the leader was not a pleasant person himself and the lie only made her more anxious. 

"I think it wasn't important anyways." She mumbled unsure and turned around, feeling how her whole face heatened up at the fact that she talked to the mysterious second in command. Suddenly, the tall boy grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to turn and face him again.

"I'll bring you to him, if you feel scared to go alone." He said dry and rose to his feet, tall and intimidating. The girl was so small next to him, peeking up to him again as her limbs lightly started to tremble. Felix glanced down at her and again, she shook her head slowly. The girl did not know if he simply did not notice it, but when the lost boy shoved her into the pitch black, terror overcame her. What was he doing? Not daring to say a word, before the light around her vanished, she only felt the lost boy's hand on her back as he pushed her gently forwards. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared he might feel it. Where the hell would he bring her? Where was Pan all the time? 

"Don't." Y/N winced and turned on her heels, running past Felix back into the camp. The lost boy instantly jumped around and stormed after her, chasing her across the clearing towards some big trees. She tripped over one of their big roots, almost crashing down but still finding her balance. This was the moment Felix jumped at the girl, crashing down with her, his heavy weight pressing the air out of her lungs. The lost boy spun her around and pinned her arms down on the floor before she could take a sharp inhale. Y/N tried to free herself in panic, but she could not move at all, when the slender boy straddled her and held her down. The colours in Y/N's  face faded away and her heart pumped wild inside her as if it were about to explode, unable to tell if she felt excited or scared. Maybe a healthy mix of both. She was sure he did not want to hurt her. Frankly, he never did.

"Why in the hell are you running from me." He asked angry, slightly confused and she thought even a bit hurt as he pressed his brows strictly together. 

"Don’t hurt me." She muttered and the pale boy frowned. He loosened his grip and swiftly rose to his feet and pulled his hood back over his head, then strutted quickly away, not even giving her a last glance. 

That was strange, she thought. Her heart was still beating furiously. What happened? The lost boy scared her and made her feel like burning at the same time. She took a deep breath and raised to her feet, wiping the dirt off her clothes. Felix was a strange guy and he only confused Y/N. Why did he just stand up and leave? She was not dumb and clearly could add two and two together. But it could not be that the second in command had some interest in her, why should he? The boy barely spoke to the girl, even when they had chores together. Y/N remembered one of the first days, when Pan sent them both to get some dreamshade and the tall blonde did not even let her near one of those plants, not even mentioning why. When he held the filled glasses, the boy walked a big distance between her back to camp, giving her the feeling of not being wanted. Later she had learned the dangers of it and Felix's strange behaviour now. It was an easy addition but she needed to be sure, not even knowing how to deal with this information.

If I am right.

The next day Felix clearly avoided her. Whenever he felt like she was too close, the lost boy would quickly find another place to go. She did not want to ask any of the boys about it, not wanting them to know, but it was obviously something off. They would not answer her anyways, only giving her questioning looks. After that weird situation in the evening before, the second in command completely vanished. There was no big effort to look for him and when the girl went to bed, she completely forgot about him. He had not given her any duties yet, so she took her chance and left the camp to take a shower and later gather some fruits and seeds, everything edible the Island would offer her without having to kill. She did not know how to hunt and was not sure if she could even catch an animal. Peter once told her that his best man would teach her to hunt, but Felix always seemed to be so busy that she simply never asked him to. At first she had avoided the blonde, lanky boy, not knowing his temper. He had scared her so much but now she could not stop thinking of how he had straddled her and how much she liked it. This was stupid. She barely knew Felix and still Y/N pictured herself with him in so many daydreams now. It was always easier to dream about someone and she was not crazy enough to consider anything about the rough boy. But where would he be? What is he doing right now? God, she needed to stop thinking about Felix. She was overthinking. 

The time passed by and Y/N found herself at the clearing again, watching two boys fight in the distance, with a small crowd around to cheer their violence. Her eyes wandered over the whole area, searching for the second in command. He sat far away next to a few older lost boys that hollered around while drinking some rum. Since Felix would not let them do anything, the only possible solution for the boys was to drink and do stupid things that would not bother the tall scarred one. They were drinking more alcohol than any adult could ever handle. The girl's eyes shifted over the group, seeing how they stumbled and swayed around. Felix sat on a log with his own bottle of rum in his hands, he kept his distance from the other boys, observing them with a blank expression but it was visible that he was drunk, too. When he saw Y/N entering the camp, the second in command's head spun around, meeting her gaze and she could swear his face lightened up.

"Y/N!" Someone big yelled excitedly and jumped at her from the side, almost swaying her off her feet before she could even think of the name "Felix".

"Drink with us!" The chubby boy cheered with a dizzy voice. His dark, bushy eyebrows hung deep over his small eyes and he wrinkled his nose, making a nasty, slimy sound, reminding her of a mull. He was not pretty to look at, mean and vicious, sometimes insulting for no reason. He was that kind of a boy who would mock one and still complain when they did not want to be his friend. 

"No, tha-"

"DRINK!" The chubby boy repeated himself more aggressively and grabbed Y/N's wrist to stop her from leaving before she could even try getting away. His fat fingers would definitely leave a mark later as she furiously tried to yank herself  free.

"YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Y/N whined and buried her nails into his wrist, but the lost boy would not let go.

"It will be fun! Don't be such a lame ass." He gave back and tightened his grip. Felix, who had watched the whole scene from a distance, immediately jumped to his feet and stormed towards them, yanking the boy away and threw him violently into the mud. He gave him the most powerful kick that his anger would provoke, that the sound of the fat lost boy's scream caught everyone's attention. 

"I will snap your fucking neck!" Felix threatened so calmly that the other boys would not even hear it as he pressed his jaw together, his hands forming into fists that his knuckles turned white. The chubby moonface groaned dizzy and turned onto his stomach, trying to lift himself drunkenly out of the sludge. With a closer look, Y/N understood why they all called him Piggy, instead of Mull. He turned his head confused around before he would drop back onto the ground again. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of this cruelty, even though she felt relieved and maybe a little entertained to see Piggy like this. He truly deserved it. On the other hand, she wondered why Felix came so quickly to help after he had tried his best to get out of her way. Y/N's cheeks burned up and she knew it would be the perfect moment to talk to him.

"Go." Felix said. He turned to her and shoved her gently away from the boys towards the tents. His big hand warmed her comfortably on her back, waking the butterflies in her stomach and causing her to shiver. The second in command rested one one of his arms on the girl's shoulder to keep his balance as he swayed between the tall bushes forwards between the trees.

"You should go to sleep." The lost boy said huskily, stopping in front of her tent, his grey eyes staring at the closed curtains. The excitement inside Y/N turned into disappointment when she saw where this actually went, so she stared irritated at the tent as Felix pulled his arm away and stepped away, slowly heading back. 

"I am not tired!" Y/N gave back and knitted her brows together, confused why he just left her now. He could have stayed at the camp instead of joining her in the first place. Why come all this way up here? Felix's head spun around before turning back to stop right in front of the girl. He bent down to face her and made it possible to smell the alcohol in his breath as she stared into his gray eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight. The messy, ashen hair hung half over his face,- Y/N liked so many things about him and right now he was so perfect. He has never been that close before, except when he had tackled her.

"The boys aren't so well behaved," The second in command snickered. "Especially not in that state."

Y/N giggled when she thought of Felix acting like he was a good boy, after all those terrible things he did. There was a reason why he was second in command of this brutal gang and he proved it by the way he treated Piggy. 

"And you're not?" She gave back quite bravely, raising an eyebrow cockily. Felix chuckled low to himself, slightly shaking his head before he gave her a smirk, showing his white palette of perfectly lined up teeth.

"If you want me to," Felix purred and wiggled with his brows. "I'll be whatever you want."

The girl felt goosebumps spread all over her body at his words and for a moment, she just stared speechless back at him, unable to say a word and wanting nothing more than kissing those pink lips. Felix was drunk, he could not think straight and definitely did not mean what he said. The lost boy's breath tickled hers and she noticed how close he was and how she just had to lean in, to steal a kiss. There was no way she would risk it, well aware that Pan loved games and she could not let the thought go, his best man would love them as well. 

"Do you have any suggestions?" She asked as her nose touched his, her lips almost on his as she gently ran her hands over his chest. Felix ignored the question, moving instinctively and rough, grabbing Y/N's neck and pulling her in to close the distance between their mouths. His tongue was warm and tasted like liquor, still it did not bother her at all, when he vividly explored the inside of her mouth. Felix's hands vanished under her hair, grabbing her head and pressing the girl firmer against him while his intoxicated mind led his actions. Y/N gasped surprised into the kiss, not expecting him to do this even though it was what she wished for. Felix was way taller than her and for the moment he was forced to bend down at her height, holding her in his broad arms that pressed her tightly against his chest. When Felix’s pulled away, his eyes were still shut and he ran his thumb over Y/N's lips, licking his own and let out a gasp when he realised that he did not only imagined to do that. Then his eyes widened and she could see that he realised for the first time what just happened, what he just did.

"Sorry…" Felix mumbled unbelievingly and shook his head with widened eyes. He pushed her harshly away and rose to his feet, quickly checking full terror if someone had watched it.

"I was-" Felix spoke hoarse and slowly took a step back, then another one, a few more, until he turned on his heels and sprinted quickly away,  not finishing what he tried to say. 

Y/N stood there for a moment as if she were stuck in place, not able to process what just happened. With a swift movement she stormed through the curtains of her tent towards her bed to hide under the covers. She grabbed a pillow, held it against her face and screamed inside it. It was hard to tell if she felt excited or embarrassed. Felix kissed her, so why should she be worried about something? Maybe it was a test and she failed? Hell no, that would be some serious bullshit if that were the first explanation and she had seen his reaction. The way he held her and how he tasted heatened her up. Every cell inside her body craved for more.

No, what are you doing, she thought and shook her head, replaying that scenario in her head over and over again like a broken record. With a swift move she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curtain ceiling, hoping to find an answer to what her next step could be. If the lost boys would find out, they would never stop talking about it, maybe even start to think she was easy to have. Y/N gulped and squinted her eyes at the thought of them all trying to hit on her. Felix was different though. He was tall and intimidating, his cold stare would pierce through her with a burning desire and his smell intoxicated her mind. Whenever he was around, she could barely think straight, desperately wanting to figure out what laid beneath that cold facade. Never in a thousand years, she could have guessed that he liked her back. On the other hand, he was not able to make proper decisions drunkenly and maybe Y/N was encouraging herself too much. There was almost nothing she knew about the tall boy and falling for him that fast could only harm herself in the end. 

Y/N closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips, touching them, while imaging to feel Felix's on them again and remember what they tasted like. The second in command barely spoke to her and now that? There was definitely more behind it. It had to. Her other hand slowly wandered over her stomach to pull up the dress, slipping a finger inside to play with herself. It was not the first time she thought of him while touching herself, but this time something was off. Deep inside her something stopped Y/N, no matter how aroused she already was. She needed to talk to Felix. Under no circumstances she would let him ignore her for days again. Yanking the blanket away, Y/N jumped out of the bed and eagerly left the tent, turning her head furiously around to find the tall boy. He did not sit next to the others anymore and when she walked downhill to his cabin, she could feel her heart pumping furiously inside her chest. The girl stopped in front of the wooden door to knock and when no one answered she knocked again. 

"Felix!" She tried to be as loud as she could be while still not attracting someone else's attention. There was still no answer and she felt dumb for even thinking it was as easy as this to find him after the previous events. He could not be far, the lost boys still needed someone who had an eye on them before someone could get hurt. Their hollering was still audible and the bonfire in the distance let Y/N see a few of them behind the bushes. For a moment she thought of going back to the clearing again, hoping to find Felix there, but the thought of meeting Piggy alone now was no good. 

"Y/N." The girl suddenly heard Felix’s raspy voice behind her and she turned dazzled around, the warmest smile sitting on her lips. 

Felix swayed dizzily into her direction, closing the gap between them two while he tried to keep his balance. The lost boy's head was too high up, making it impossible to steal a kiss from him now. 

"What are you doing here? I told you to sleep." He asked nervously and pulled her away from his cabin towards the trees, his head constantly turning to look if someone watched. When he placed his hand on the girl's back again, his touch sent electric waves through her spine and she wondered how his slender finger would feel on her bare skin.

"Did you drink more?" She asked, noticing how he swayed more and the second in command vividly shook his head in response, grinning like a small boy on a sunny day. 

"You have."

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh-Uh."

"I can cleanly tell-"

"I am-," Felix grabbed Y/N gently by the back of her neck and pulled her in, his face coming closer again. "-Not. Drunk."

She started to laugh and leaned into his grip, bringing her own hand up to touch his scar. Felix's blue eyes melted when he felt her fingers, closing them and relaxing as her touch traced as light as a feather down his skin. He relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the touch on his scarred skin, before he suddenly woke out of trance.

"The boys better not see us." He cleared his throat and broke apart, letting go of her.

"No one saw us, Felix." His name echoed through the dark forest like honey and Y/N grabbed his hand tight- she was way smaller than his. The girl felt Felix's breath in her face, how his nose almost touched hers and before he could do anything she had already closed the gap between them two, pressing her lips against his. Felix moaned surprised into her mouth but instantly grabbed her cheeks and slid his tongue inside. She could still taste the liquor and wondered if she might have taken advantage of this situation. The tall boy's moans told her otherwise. He moved his hands slowly towards the girl's waist down to her ass, cupping it rough while her smell intoxicated his senses. 

"We shouldn't." He whispered and she heard him move even though it was too dark to see. Nevertheless Felix pressed himself harder against her and she felt through his pants how hard he already was from only kissing. 

"Why not." She breathed against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"The boys," Felix said, his eyes rolling back with a soft moan when he felt her tongue on his throat. It was enough to convince the second in command, his fingers wandered over her delicate body, burying them inside her tender flesh. It's been a long time since someone touched Y/N and she could not resist the lost boy's demanding hands. He lifted her dress and wandered with his palm over her skin to the rim of the underwear, enjoying the small moans when his fingers wandered further to her inner thigh, drawing invisible circles on it.

"Felix…" His grip tightened when he heard the girl purr his sweet name in the most delicious way and he almost could not hold himself back to tear her clothes off right at this place. The lost boy dared to slip one of his fingers inside Y/N's panties and when she did not complain, he pushed his slender index inside of her, feeling how her soft walls tightened around him. If Felix had not realised it earlier, he knew at least by now how much she craved him when he felt how wet she already was. Y/N let out a gasp when he started to push his long finger in and out of her, causing the girl's legs to tremble and her knees to shiver in excitement. She closed her eyes, giving up trying to see something in the dark as she melted into Felix's arms, her face sliding down onto his shoulder. She found her balance by grabbing the lost boy's leg and then she realised that he was kneeling in front of her. Y/N was actually glad that the surroundings were pitch black, feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment from her uncontrollable sweet moans. Before she would absolutely lose her mind, the girl managed to push the lost boy slightly away from her while her hands moved down to his belt. Her fingertips ran over the leather and the lost boy instantly frowned at her touch, his whole body stiffened and he stopped moving for a second.  

"W-wait." He stammered, the adrenaline pushing the dizziness of the alcohol away. "I-I… never…" he continued and stopped, his hands wrapped around Y/N's wrist, insecurities overwhelming him as he held her in a safe distance. Now she really wished to see his face, well aware that he must look like earlier when he kissed her, startled and somehow shy.

"Well," she replied after a small pause, her voice echoing clear through the night, "Neither have I."

There was an awkward silence between them two and if the lost boy would not hold her by her hips, she would probably believe he was gone by now. The second in command was embarrassed for no reason, what did he fear? Y/N had no clue how to do this and if she was honest, it was way more appealing that Felix was a virgin, too, even though she did not expect that. All the time she thought he was so confident and now he was so vulnerable to her. The lost boy still did not speak, so she bent into another kiss, hoping to catch his lips in the dark. Felix gasped when he felt her lips on his scar and pulled the girl back in.  This was good, they did not need to talk- should not talk. It would only make this weird. Talking would come naturally. Felix grabbed Y/N's hands gently and brought them back to his belt for her to continue what she had started. She let her fingers trail over the leather to his buckle to open it, enjoying the moment when she opened the button of his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. The lost boy moaned inside her mouth when she slid her hand into his pants, pumping his hardened cock as best as the tight cotton would allow her to. Felix noticed her struggle and broke apart from the kiss to lift himself up and take off his clothes. Y/N heard how each piece of clothing dropped onto the ground while she waited to be told to do the same. 

"Should I keep my dress on or-"

"Keep it on." Felix ordered and chuckled to himself, then pulled her back against him, his cock pressing against her stomach. The lost boy let his hands slide under the girl's dress and pulled down her panties for more access, then kneeled naked in front of her while his fingers did their magic. They felt so long and strange, making Y/N wonder if she could even handle Felix's cock. He already felt so big in her hand when she touched him again, fully exposed and hardened. The lost boy lifted one of her legs over his broad shoulder and before Y/N could even figure out what he was doing, Felix pressed his tongue against her clit. She let out a surprised gasp and giggled at the ticklish sensation. The lost boy felt how tense her leg was and reached for the girl's hand, holding it and drawing invisible circles on her palm. 

"Relax." He lifted his head and lightly squeezed her fingers, caressing it a little, then pushed his mouth against her slit, his hot breath warming her as his tongue slid over her clit. The comfort of his touch relaxed Y/N instantly as if the lost boy had enchanted her somehow. He pressed his rough tongue harder against her, burying his face between her legs as he ate her out. The girl could not control herself to keep her from moaning, but led the boy's pace with it, whenever something felt good. He buried his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs and with a swift move he pushed the girl down onto the ground, pushing his fingers faster into her. She could not tell which was tongue or fingers, the overflowing sensation spread inside her body up to her eyes as she felt how she got closer to her orgasm. When Felix’s jaw started to ache he broke apart, breathing heavily and leaving Y/N craving for more on the cold ground in the exact moment she would almost finish. Without saying a word the lost boy pulled himself up to her, placing some sloppy kisses on her mouth before placing his arms next to her, so that his weight would not be too much.

"I want you so much." He panted while he slowly let his thumb circle over her aroused clit. 

"Felix-" She pressed her lips onto his and stroked his hardened dick and pulled his torso closer to lead him to her wet entrance. The lost boy let out an uncontrollable moan as he pressed his dick against her dripping slit that already craved him so hard, slowly gliding in to make the girl feel every piece of his mighty cock. He stayed in this position for a moment to adjust this feeling and Y/N felt herself tighten around him, excitement overwhelming her body along with the smell of the lost boy intoxicating her mind.

"Fuck!" Felix hissed as he started to move in a steady motion. His lips caught her once more, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N took a sharp breath and pushed her hand against his abdomen, when the lost boy moved, feeling like getting torn apart by him. The lost boy stopped for a moment, shoving one arm under her neck to hold her while his lips softly traced over her chest. After a short moment,  Felix moved again. Y/N buried her nails into his skin and rolled her eyes back as the lost boy thrusted into her core, slowly feeling herself relaxing in this position after a few strokes. The pain faded away and she melted into Felix's body as if he was meant to hold her. The sweetest words kept unsaid, too embarrassing, too emotional, still, there was something inside them both that felt more than just enjoying sex. It was Felix who took her virginity and the thought of being the one who took his let her heart skip faster. The second in command felt like a dream,- his sweaty, hot skin pressed tight against hers, his abs flexed and hardened during every move and he was just so fucking tall. Felix moved both of his hands down and cupped her naked butt, lifting Y/N up and pressing her against the bark of a tree. He buried his fingers into her tender flesh and left a trail of kisses on her neck as far as he would reach her. The lost boy held Y/N as if she weighed nothing, pressing her body tightly against his skin. She could not resist sinking her teeth into his neck, sucking on the delicate spot until she was sure he would not leave without a mark. As soon as Felix realised what she was doing, he pulled her head back by her hair. To his own surprise, she let out a light moan, feeling even more excited from his big hand in them. 

"The boys can't know." Felix purred into Y/N's ear before he licked over her neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her shoulder to hold him back from letting out another moan. 

"Harder!" The girl commanded for Felix's surprise, who had already thought he was already being too rough with her. The lost boy followed the order, pressing himself tighter against her before he paced up, pumping in and out. The sudden sensation flooded Y/N's body and she knew there was something building up inside her, an indescribable feeling of being high. Felix moans got higher, sometimes even stuck in his throat and she was sure he was close too and that he desperately wanted to climax. Before she could realise it, Felix swayed them back onto the ground, gripping her ankles and pressing them against his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck to capture the lost boy in another kiss. 

"I am almost-" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. It was so dark and Y/M really wished she could see his face at this moment. Felix was so vulnerable right now and even though his moans were the most beautiful melody in her ears, just the thought of a short glimpse of his face made her feel hotter.

"Felix." She purred when he suddenly hit a spot that would not stop making her feel like being on ecstasy. 

"I-." She gasped when the knot inside her stomach released and she felt her orgasm roaring through her body with thousands of tiny, electric waves. Jaw clenched and eyes pinched, Felix gave it to her in short, powerful bursts, filling her up with throbbing pumps. His abs flexed and his hands tightened around her ankles. He cursed. His body tensed, and she swore she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he came in waves, thrusting in and out until he felt himself getting soft.

"Fuck…" Felix let her legs fall to the side as he bent to rest his head on her sweaty chest. "That was…"

She combed her fingers through his messy hair, almost out of words how incredibly good she felt. "That was something."

"Yeah." He kissed the spot between her breasts, "It was."

Felix pulled his dick out, not even seeing the mess he made but still wanting more. Neither of them wanted that night to end and for a while, Felix tried to find his clothes and Y/N thought of how she would clean herself up.

"C'mon." Felix whispered and she heard him step away. 

"Wait!" Y/N called and quickly grabbed her underwear- well, the only choice right now-, cleaning herself with it, before running after the tall blonde and crashing into his back.

"Easy, love." He chuckled and grabbed her under one of his arms and strutted towards the dark in one direction, knowing this place perfectly, even drunkenly and without light. 

"Where are we going?" The girl asked after what felt like an eternity for her, but in reality it was just a few minutes. The trees left some space for the moonlight now and gave her a chance to take a peak from the second in command's happy face. His cheeks were dyed a deep scarlet and his hair hung messy and full sweat down his face. 

"Trust me." He said and paced a little up before he came to halt in front of a big tree, the ladder up to it vanished behind some leaves. Felix climbed up first and lifted the girl up into the tree house when reached the trap door. Felix moved towards a small night desk and lit up a candle. As soon as the light flooded the room, Y/N saw the small cot and a self-made desk under one of the closed windows. 

"I built it myself." The lost boy grinned and proudly watched the awe in her face. She swirled around and looked at some little carvings that were placed on the wooden table. Some of them looked like her. When Y/N's eyes detected the little sculpture, she finally understood why she never saw the results and why he burned one earlier. The girl turned around to say something, but Felix stopped her immediately. Before she could say anything, Felix dropped down onto one knee and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue slid over her lips, begging for permission to enter. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and felt the lost boy's hand on her hips, pressing her against his body. 

"I never thought you would like me too." Felix moaned and eagerly kissed his way down her neck, back to her face and lips, repeating the same thing on the other side and showing how hungry he still was for the girl. Felix clearly had not been touched in a while, just like Y/N, so it was quite natural that they immediately would have a moment like this sooner or later. But why Felix? What was about him that made Y/N constantly crave more, causing her to feel like an addict without his drugs, whenever his lips left hers? Her cheeks heated up and she smiled in the kiss, thinking of the previous events, how Felix's hands felt on her skin. It was special to be with him and the girl's instincts told her that it was more than just sex, that Felix wanted more, too. 

"I want you again." Felix licked over his lips and looked at Y/N through half-opened eyes before he slowly melted back into another kiss, this time slow and passionate, synchronising with her while his hands moved down her hips and legs. He gently rubbed his hand against her inner thigh and wandered towards her crotch, to shove a finger inside her still wet hole. He smirked dirty when he felt his mess. Y/N wanted him so much, just like he craved her, maybe even a little more. 

"I want to get naked all night long." Felix purred as he pushed his fingers inside and out of Y/N, her light moans echoing in his ears. Without further commands, the girl slipped the dress over her shoulder, letting it elegantly slide down her now exposed body. Felix's cheeks flushed up into the deepest red, his eyes admiring every sight of her that he desired for so long, and truth be told, he was in awe. When the cotton touched the floor, the lost boy grabbed for the hem of his own shirt and ripped it off, then quickly unbuttoned his pants before he crossed them with his underwear through the room. When Felix pinned her down and pulled Y/N into another kiss, he was already hard again, his hot skin burning against hers as her mind drifted off into a feeling of ecstasy. The way Felix's hands trailed down her body gave her chills once more, kept her warm and made her feel wanted. 

"Pan would kill us for this." She mumbled into the kiss when the girl thought of how he protected her earlier, something he never did before and sure did not keep unnoticed to the other boys as well. It worried Y/N for a moment, thinking about how Pan always found out every secret, no matter how little it was. And this was definitely not a small secret, something that could be obvious to others. Or maybe Y/N was just paranoid. 

"Relax." Felix said, frowning at her words as if the same thought had bothered him for a while now, too. "He isn't here. He won't find out."

The blonde boy rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl with him so she would straddle him. The light of the candle danced over his sharp features, letting it shine in an orange light that spread down to his muscles, constantly catching her eyes as if they were glued on him. Felix always looked beautiful in the orange light of the fire. Every night she would catch herself staring at him. He was perfect. 

"You look so beautiful." Felix whispered more to himself than to her, then wiped some hair out of her face. "Unbelievable that someone like you chose someone weird like me."

Before Y/N could correct him, the second in command already captured her lips with his own, burying one hand in her hair while he kneaded one of her breasts with the other one. His words only flattered the girl and she felt the burning desire to finally be one with him again and melt into his body. Felix gasped at her touch and moaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his dick, slowly pumping up and down while gently rubbing at the delicate tip. His member felt long and thick in her hands, but did not scare her off like earlier. Placing the tip at her wet entrance, she slowly slid down onto him, relieved that the lost boy did not push against back,. The stretching feeling made her feel like getting torn apart all over again and she  gave herself a moment to adjust to the size. The lost boy rolled his eyes back and shut them with a loud moan when he felt her walls tightened around, rubbing his thumbs against the tender flesh of her  hips, when she finally started to slowly move up and down. Seeing the ruthless second in command like this was really stunning and lovely to look at. Felix's mouth was slightly agape and the muscles on his forehead were constantly twitching, moving his eyebrows constantly around. Never had Y/N seen so much emotion in his face before. She  pressed her body against the lost boy and sucked at the tender part of Felix's neck. The lost boy used that moment as a chance to turn her over, holding Y/N tight in his arm, the other one holding his weight so he would not suffocate her while he was pumping in and out. Y/N moaned in ecstasy and ran her hands over his muscular back, feeling his skin against them and how his sweat dropped onto her body. She placed her legs on each side of his, clearly noticing the height difference and feeling like a delicate doll as he embraced her. Felix paced up and she rolled her eyes back when he entered in another angle to come even deeper. She never wanted this to stop and kept feeling how the lost boy filled her with his thick manhood, smelling his scent and feeling his hot skin burning against hers. Felix kissed his way down to her chest and caught one of her nipples between his lips, lightly starting to suck on them and intensing it with each time he thrusted in. These were the final strokes that caused Y/N's legs to shiver and tense up every muscle in her body as her climax roared through her whole body, up into her eyes into the back of her head. The lost boy grabbed Y/N's shoulders and when he came, too, the light of the candles danced in his beautiful, scrunched up face. It was a lie to say she did not like that view and the squeaking sound he made when Felix felt his orgasm deep inside her with throbbing pumps. Felix rolled next to the girl, trying to catch his breath and when he did so, he grabbed a towel from the bed for her. 

"We could have used the bed." Y/N broke the soothing silence after a while and Felix chuckled, then nodded in agreement.  

"Next time." He grinned, pulling his boxers up and placing himself back onto the ground. His eyes did not stop looking at the girl while she grabbed her dress and pulled it back over herself. For a long time they just looked at each other, laughing and giggling, kissing each other but remaining silent. This was clearly something none of them expected to happen. 

"What do you see in me?" Y/N suddenly asked, caughting the lost boy off guard, his facial expression went into full confusion. It took him a moment to think about her question before he simply smiled. His eyes would always melt at her sight and in that moment she needed no words from him to realise how much he was in love with her. The lost boy pulled Y/N closer to him and placed her head against his chest, lifted her on his arms and carried her to the bed where he would let himself fall onto the soft mattress. His legs hung over the wooden frame as he gently rubbed his hands over her back while listening to the beat of his heart. 

"I would never let anyone harm you." His voice was just a warm breeze on her earlobe, tickling her like a gentle kiss. 

"What about Pan?" She asked after a while and took a glimpse at his relaxed face and how her question did not seem to have woken any worries inside him now. He had brushed it off earlier.

"I think, actually, he knew way before me." Felix chuckled low and shook his head unbelieving. "He gave me a chance I got wasted."