#cal: touches anything with bare skin

[sook9i]

— I SAID LOOK

. . . GENRE ! yeonjun x afab!reader | smut

. . . CONTAINS ! dom!yj, sub!reader, implied edging, fingering, mirror sex, choking, yj kinda rough, some marking (tried to keep readers skin color ambiguous as possible tho is it described that red from bite marks can be seen), finger sucking 😞, reader naked while jun is still semi-clothed, reader is a little…dazed, pet names (yeonjun called junnie; reader called baby, darling, handsome, pretty, & cute), i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything !

. . . WORD COUNT ! 772

. . . NOTES ! I hope you enjoy our first fic !! yeonjun posted that fucking photo and i lost all coherent thought 😵‍💫

. . . ADMIN ! written by fairy cal 🐱

“Come on, baby.” The voice is silky, devilish, right up behind your ear. “Look at me.”

Your head is filled to the brink with fog. All senses dulled and yet turned up to one hundred. The firm feeling of his thighs spread out beneath yours is driving you crazy. Yet the sound of his command swims in and out of your ears, never sticking. Your only response is to let out a high-pitched whine as you struggle to grind your hips back into his.

The movement is quickly brought to end as he delivers a sharp slap to the inside of your thigh, drawing out a gasp.

“No, darling,” His hand travels up your thigh and over your hips and stomach, fingers fleeting on your bare sternum, until a strong grip takes hold of your chin. “I said look.”

Your head is yanked away from his comforting shoulder, forced forward straight at the mirror. Yeonjun’s half-lidded eyes meet yours in the reflection. His black tresses dangle down into his sight-light, drawing more attention to the sly smirk hanging on his lips.

Oh how proud he is of himself to have you like this.

Focusing on yourself in the full-length, you see just how much damage he’s already done. Your neck is littered in red, unlikely to disappear for the next couple of days; Your thighs draped wide on top of his reveal the leaking wet in between them. He has you completely naked, while only his top remains bare. Looking into your eyes, the gaze is far away and you let out another soft whine. His other hand, draped upon your lap, inches ever closer to where you need him most. Still, he continues to refuse you.

He’d been so tired coming back into the hotel room. Shoulders sagging, eyes heavy, you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. Thinking maybe a massage or running him a bath perhaps. Three ruined orgasms later, you can barely think beyond how desperate you are for his touch.

“Aren’t you so handsome? Look at how pretty I’ve made my baby.” Suddenly so much more energetic the moment he had you in his lap, quickly submitting to every touch.

Two long fingers poke at your lips, signaling you to open them. You gladly do, letting the rough pads run across your tongue, pushing down the back of your throat. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. The gag reflex pushes back up your throat, you swallow it as it’s replaced with a whiny moan.

He pulls the fingers away and you quickly peel your eyes back open, watching dazedly as he trails them down to your clit. Keeping with a soft touch, he begins circling the nub, barely pressing down. He moves at a torturous pace. A mewl breaks out of your lips, squeaky and needy. The deep vibrations of his chuckle shake against your back. Every movement of his bare skin against you drives you deeper into a haze. The two fingers dip further down, spreading slick up and down your folds, toying at your wanting entrance.

“J-Junnie, please! Please, I’ll be so so good for you! Promise-Just please give me anything, please!” Your voice hikes up, feeling tears begin to bubble up in your eyes. Need taking over, your hips buck against his hold, trying for any sort of relief you can get.

“God,” Fingernails dig into your sides as he stops your movements. “You’re so fucking cute.”

In a moment his lips swallow up yours. Eating up every delicious moan that spills out once he finally pushes his fingers into you. The pace he sets is fast revealing a need comparable to yours. Two fingers stretch out your walls again and again with a slight sting, yet you still want more. Yeonjun seems to think the same as he soon adds in another. That draws out a moan which he lets ring out, pulling away from your lips and back down to your neck. There his teeth scrape on the red skin. Pain fogs up your senses until it leaks into aphrodisiacal pleasure. Bombarded with so many sensations when he places his thumb back to roll circles around your clit; your head lolls back onto his shoulder and your eyes screw shut. The sounds you release grow higher and louder with every second past. Your high creeps up closer and closer, so close to finally getting there.

Yeonjun’s free hand soon finds purchase tight around your neck; grip harsh when he squeezes and forces your head back up. “I told you to look, baby. Watch how I ruin you.”

[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

hold me as the night goes by

Summary: Rolan finds you crying in the Ramazith's Tower and tries to comfort you

Pairing: Rolan x Tav

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: depiction of what might be a panic/anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, tiny bit of fluff

A/N: This is entirely self-indulgent, I just needed a hug from Rolan. Sorry for any possible grammatical mistakes ;P

Tagging: @tripleyeeet @elfinbloodbag @fictionobsession @adequate-superstar @sapphiccloud (if you don't want to be tagged, let me know <3)

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As Rolan's wandering through the Ramazith’s Tower, in his slow but steady cataloguing of each and every book that fills the many shelves of the building, he hears a muffled sound coming from a nearby corner.

Cal and Lia both went out a while before to do a couple chores for Rolan – not imperative ones, a mere pretest to keep them away so that they wouldn’t bother him during the cataloguing. This excludes his two noisy siblings from the list of possible intruders. It can’t be a visitor either: he showed the last one out himself, and there isn't anyone foolish enough to roam the trapped halls by themselves.

Rolan silently closes the book he's checking and puts it back on the shelf, with the notebook where he’s annotating title, author and year of the various volumes. He moves towards the sound, an incantation rolling quietly on his tongue as he prepares himself to face a possible thief – and given the main contents of the tower, possibly a magic-user one.

When he finally cuts the corner, Rolan lets his hands fall to his side when he sees you, the light emanating from his palms disappearing as he places them on his hips.

"I'm glad you're enjoying the volumes," he sighs, not noticing the way you jump and moving closer to you, "but I'd rather you'd ask before taking them off the shelves. Some of these are very-"

His words die in his mouth when he notices you're not holding a book in your hands or anything that belongs to the tower. Just a creased handkerchief that you're gripping onto as if your life depended on it. Then his eyes move to your face.

For a moment, it's like he’s back in Lorroakan's study and the fists of his former master are hitting him again, cutting his breath in half and tearing his skin like sharp daggers. However, the longer he looks at your face, torn apart by streaks of tears and an unknown pain, the worse it feels. Invisible claws wrap tightly around his heart and dig deeply inside the beating muscle, like a knife through butter.

"What's wrong?"

"I-"

Your mouth flutters open but nothing else comes out. It only prompts more tears to run down your cheeks and for you to frantically wipe them away.

Rolan steps forward and raises his hand. He stops it before it moves to your cheek, instead placing it gently on your arm. Despite the misadventures you've shared together, you two still barely know each other. He has no right to touch you like that, it doesn’t matter if his desire might say differently.

"Did somebody hurt you?" he asks again, to which you shake your head, eyelids sewn together as you hold back a sob. "Then please, tell me how I can help."

You scoff, taking a useless breath as the sting in your eyes grows with the heaviness in your chest.

"I wish I knew," you utter in a pained chuckle, tears still hanging at the corner of your eyes. "But it hurts… and I don't even know why."

Your head falls as you cover your face, your palms pressing into your eyes to stop the tears and sadness that keeps building and building, as if it’s about to split you open.

Why can't you just be happy? You're alive, you're close to finding a cure for the tadpole, and yet why does everything hurt so much for seemingly no reason? Why can't you breathe? Why can’t you feel anything other than that despair that’s slowly eating you alive?

Why can't you just die already?

Your mind is completely lost, in the middle of a storm with no end in sight. All you want is for the world to stop spinning around you, for quietness.

Then you feel something. You focus on that, on the warmth that passes through your sleeves and the firm squeeze on your arm – the one thing keeping you from drifting away.

You lean into it – into him – and before you know it, your forehead hits Rolan's chest as your body is shaken by sobs.

Rolan stands frozen, unsure what to do as your hands claw to his robes. He's not used to physical touch; even with Cal and Lia, he still tenses when they pull him into a hug. This is no different.

But he can't ignore the pull he feels towards you, nor the tears that are still falling down your cheeks.

His arms wrap around you, tentatively pulling you in. You make no resistance, sinking into his touch as his hands rub along your back before finding its way to the name of your neck.

As his fingers gently caress your skin and short hair, your muscles slowly relax. Pressed against his chest, your breathing steadies and your lungs start working once again. The sadness is still there, gripping onto you like lice – just as annoying to get rid off – but the tears are slowly running out as you feel Rolan resting his chin on your head.

You open your mouth to say something but no words come to your tongue. You simply lean into him even more, listening to his slow heartbeat until the blood in your veins starts pumping in unison to his own.

“Is this… helping?”

You nod against his chest, somehow getting even closer to him. “You can let me go now, if you want.”

Rolan pulls back and  you already miss his warmth. The comforting sound of his beating heart, mirroring yours. He doesn’t move too far, stopping just a few inches away from you, but after the previous closeness it feels like you’re miles apart. His hand still rests on the back of your neck while his eyes stare into yours with grave seriousness. And a hint of fear.

“Do you want me to?”

His golden irises dart away for a moment as the whisper leaves his mouth. Taking in a trembling breath, you suddenly realise what that closeness means. To him, to you, to the frail relationship you’ve built during the past weeks. Perhaps it’s not smart to endanger the connection with one of your strongest allies, however you can’t ignore the peace you felt when he was holding you, just moments before. A peace that’s still running through you as his fingers caress softly your skin

You shake your head, your fingers digging in his tunic and moving closer to him once more. Rolan pulls you back into his hug, not one second of hesitation, and you both revel in the newfound closeness.

“I’ll be here whenever you need me,” he speaks softly, his lips pressing gently on your head. “You’ll never have to worry about that.”

Closing your eyes, a small smile pulls your mouth. It might still not be enough to feel completely better, but it's a start.

[dent-de-leon]

"The dreams are still getting worse, aren't they?" Caleb's voice is a soft lilt, quiet and comforting. The raw tenderness of it makes King bristle--prickling away at something beneath the skin, a festering wound that just won't heal.

"I'm not one of your students," he bites back, sickeningly satisfied at the stricken look on Caleb's face. "You don't have to keep an eye on me, professor."

The cabin walls were too closed in, too stifling. He very nearly ran at the last port, just taken off into the night and stolen the first ship to catch his eye. But somehow Caleb Widogast is still bloody here, with that soft smile and those knowing eyes, pressing a healing potion into his palms that's worth far more in gold than his pride.

And even here on the deck, bracing gusts of frigid wind tousling his hair, the ocean as vastly dark and deep as twisting nightmares of the Astral Sea--void black and spiraling endlessly--here in the open air, he still can't breathe.

A whispered word, a snap of the wizard's clever fingers, and brilliant glowing globules flickered to life, gently drifting in the chilled night air, bobbing and weaving among the stars like ghost lights. That faint pulse of golden amber--the barest brush of Caleb's magic, a simple cantrip--just that soft touch of delicate spellwork was enough.

Kingsley felt it. A rush of comforting warmth and light-headed glee, a constant hum thrumming in his blood. The man's magic called to him, vibrant and inviting, enveloping his shattered soul in its tender embrace. Beckoning him home. It's all he can do not to flinch, to suppress a shudder, gooseflesh prickling along his skin.

It feels...intimately familiar. Grounding. Like a scent you could never forget. Incense burning as he lays down his cards, the cloying sweet aroma of sandalwood wafting through their cozy caravan. Dried rose petals scattered amidst scrapped sketches. A cup of his favorite tea left to steep. Someplace he couldn't escape.

As if he always carried a piece of the other man with him. It was far too tempting to bask in the warmth of that dazzling light; to lay his soul bare again, let Caleb's magic wash over him, set his wanting heart aflame. "Empty no longer, Mr. Tealeaf," Caleb had whispered, promised. A vow was a dangerous thing in such rituals, as binding as the very threads of fate themselves.

He winces. Why does he know that? He shouldn't. He shouldn't, but. A dark whisper purred arcane secrets in the bleeding edges of his subconscious, forbidden power and sacred rites, the innate force of sacrifice. Caleb's lucky stone shattering, his tears falling, shaking hands combing through his hair, warm lips on his bloodied skin--Caleb giving his own magic as an offering, pouring his very life into every spark of flickering light, fervently promising to restore his shattered soul. A vow sealed with a kiss--

His heart was already Caleb's.

"I--I care for you, Tealeaf," his Magician murmurs softly, a tentative hand reaching out--

King shakes free of his grasp, pulling away and turning his back on the man. This was a mistake. Telling Caleb anything--nearly everything--of course it was a mistake.

"You're carrying enough burdens, Mr. Caleb. And there's only so much one person can bear. Don't go taking on another lost cause."

But his Magician gazes back at him with such wistful longing, it makes his heart ache. Kingsley stands there petrified, heart hammering in his chest, utterly powerless as the man before him starts to close the distance. They're worlds apart, but in just a few steps they're face-to-face, and this time when Caleb dares to reach for him, he doesn't flinch away.

Caleb's touch is the barest press of fingertips grazing over mottled scars and bleeding ink, soothing and calculated, a flicker of desire dancing between urgency and restraint, real enough to center his drifting, wayward soul.

Caleb's thumb brushes lightly over King's collarbone, eliciting a soft intake of breath--a wordless plea for more.

"These are new," Caleb breathes, just above a whisper, his delicate touch trailing over the bare skin at King's throat.

Ah yes, wizards and their perfect memories. A neat trick, he has to admit. But once he realizes Caleb has memorized him, meticulously cataloguing each new scar with such attentive care, tenderly running his hands over each and every wound--something in his infernal heart twists.

Don't, he thinks, all his lives bleeding together again, every memory coalescing in the soothing balm of a single kiss. Don't you dare. It's far too late for this.

"I've had scars for as long as I can remember," he laughs. "What's a few more here and there?"

Never mind that he usually keeps the collar buttoned up, hides as much of the scarring as he can--covers up the empty patch of unmarked skin where a red eye used to brand him.

He pointedly does not fixate on the mage's lingering touch, the way those piercing eyes see right through to his bleeding heart.

"You still fight the same, don't you?" Caleb asks, so quiet Kingsley almost didn't hear it. "Volatile and reckless. It's a wonder your crew still has a captain at all. You fear nothing, and yet--I know that look, friend. Tell me, how many nights have you gone without sleep? What is it you're running from?"

This body. The Mighty Nein. You. Everything--

There's a million things, but neither of them have time for this. Not when each new night brings more vivid, violent dreams. The Moonweaver's voice waning softer as Ruidus rises, the sweet dreams of a beautiful woman and charming circus decaying into restless night terrors. Alien screams and all seeing eyes, Catha eclipsed in a sea of red. The ever gnawing sense that he was running out of time.

When he speaks, his gaze gets lost in the tide, swept away with the steady crash of waves and gusting winds. If he peers out as far as he can into the horizon, he can just barely catch a glimpse of searing red.

"There's always this...this bloody scream and that red moon," he chokes out. "Chains."

He can feel them even now, binding him to some otherworldly plane. Pitch black manacles biting into his wrists and ankles and dragging him down, down--

"Tealeaf. Look at me."

He can't look. Can't let the Magician see him, not like this, not when he's had too many sleepless nights, too many drinks, too many close calls and quick escapes. And one day he's going to have to face the gutting truth. He still feels Empty whenever he's away.

It made him feel real, whenever Caleb's warm eyes lingered on him. He found himself intrinsically drawn to all of the Nein, the world less Empty and cold when he was by their side. But Caleb. Caleb. A single glance from the man, and he almost remembered everything. It was exhilarating. Terrifying.

He wonders if the Moonweaver meant it as a curse or blessing. And hopes foolishly that whatever magic binds them together, Caleb can feel it too.

"I did not follow you all the way to Cognouza just to lose you like this," Caleb says sharply. "You think I would not do it all again in a heartbeat? You think I'd just leave you to the wolves? Come, you know me better than that, ja?" His lips curl in a wry grin, a pained smile that echoes King's own melancholy. "Besides, I...I have always had a weakness for strays."

Somewhere in his mind's eye, King sees a stack of letters left unopened. A muttered curse and sharp hiss, drops of blood splattering down, soaking into the parchment. He scrambles to clot the blood, to stem the flow, tearing himself from the desk before his damned blood can desecrate anything else. He wants to tip the whole desk over and send it crashing to the floor, watch it all fall apart.

One wrong move and an inkwell spills over, bleeding into blood, blotting out the words he was so desperate to cling to.

He can never quite remember what the letters say. Why he couldn't bear to let go of a single one.

But Kingsley does know that a part of him is still a coward; that he still clings to a weathered journal he doesn't have the guts to read. That with each passing day, there is another message, another soft whisper of Zemnian echoing from an old Sending Stone. And for many long nights, he would toss and turn and replay Caleb's warm words over and over.

But he never replied. Not to Jester's cheerful voice still ringing with laughter. Not to Caleb's gentle murmur.

I have a weakness for you too, King thinks, his hand itching to reach for the coat pocket where a stack of creased and dog-eared cards still rests. Longs to let his fingers cling to something real, to trace the softly smiling portrait of his Magician.

Kingsley knows, deep in his bones, that their souls are inexorably bound. Caleb's ritual didn't end in Cognouza--the effects of it still lingered beneath his skin, ghosting at his every breath. Perhaps it was the infinite possibility of the Astral Sea, the ineffable world of imagination and dreams. Or perhaps it was the moment their cleric called upon Divine Intervention, the gods themselves pulling him back from the brink, severing him from the sweet catharsis of surrender--

But the Magician's spell, cast in desperation, imbued with all the power of dreams and gods and the beating heart of a man who lost all faith long ago--it tied their lost souls together still. Threads of fate weaving between their broken hearts, anchoring him back to this shattered world.

He wonders, idly, if there’s some way he can give it back. If…if anything ever happened to Caleb—and it wouldn’t, because he was a smart boy, a survivor; clever and stubborn and tougher than he looked—but if it did, then maybe Kingsley could offer that life back. Let it course through the Magician’s veins instead. Return the gift he never asked for and surely didn’t deserve. 

"If you really care"--and isn't that rich, the shattered shard of some empty husk without a soul, accusing someone real of not knowing how to feel--"then you'll stop trying to take on the whole world alone. If you were half as smart as I thought--or half as clever as you believe--then you won't go off and get yourself killed for nothing," he seethes through his teeth.

And Caleb, that arsehole, has the audacity to comb his fingers through King's hair so gently, to gaze into his eyes with such ardent longing.

"You don't know what you're asking of me. If...if you were truly born under Ruidus' light in the midst of the Savalirwood--more than that, if Lucien was fate touched--then you would be in grave danger, Mr. Tealeaf. I...I have seen firsthand what other wizards will do to fated souls. How much they'd torture you for just a taste of power. You managed to escape the Somnovem, but. What if you caught the attention of another? You got your life back, Tealeaf. You got another chance. You would risk losing it all again so soon?"

Of everything, that is what breaks him. Kingsley sees red, hands starting to tremble as he barks out a raw, hollow laugh. He sees it all in a flash, his hands clawing away at the dirt, tearing away at the earth until a beam of moonlight bleeds through--a glare of vibrant, burning crimson. His first gasps for air under a cursed moon. Whispers in the caravans of twisted fates and ill omen, rumors of other hapless souls sacrificed on blood red nights--

"You think I have a family or lover like everyone else? Anyone who'd really miss me? You think I've got a past and a future like the rest of you? I don't have anything to lose!" Kingsley snaps, a hoarse rasp that curls into a growl, words laced with the harsh, guttural snarl of Infernal.

The words are eerily familiar, an echo in the darkened caverns of a forgotten temple; smiling to bear sharp teeth, to stave off the clawing loneliness creeping in. "Why not?" he dares, challenges. Empty laughter echoing in the dark. "All of you weren't going to do it, you were all taking your bloody time. And what else do I have?" Rallying to justify it to himself, to them, as though speaking the words aloud will make them ring true, "I'm not betraying anything."

What else do I have? Just some bad dreams and an empty throne.

"You have me," Caleb breathes in a broken rasp. "And I--I could not bear to lose you, Mr. Tealeaf. Not again. Please."

The image returns, unbidden, of Caleb Widogast cradling him in his arms. Delicately parting his hair and bending down to return a gentle forehead kiss. Tealeaf imagines what it’d be like if his eyes fluttered open then, if he’d bolted upright and surged forward to meet the wizard—took him in a kiss that was far more passionate.

What it’d be like to feel Caleb’s lips on his, to pull him closer until they were lost in each other. Thinks of the two of them giddy and giggling after a good night at the tavern, Caleb singing some silly song, making the driest joke, showing off one of his rare smiles in the soft glow of candlelight. Holding him in his arms, taking him for a tumble. A night of fun and revelry and something he doesn't dare believe to be real.

A glint of moonlight washes over him, bathing Caleb in Sehanine's soft glow, sheltering him from Ruidus' gaze. Or so Kingsley hopes. Prays.

"Please," Caleb pleads. "It may sound foolish to you, but. If you would just stay until the solstice is over, it would put my mind at ease. I will have Beauregard, and we have--allies. Contacts. Reinforcements waiting for us in Marquet. We are prepared for this." He reaches out and squeezes Kingsley's hand, tries to ground him. "But if anything were to go wrong, the effects on a fate touched soul could be...catastrophic. Ruidus itself is said to twist fate. And wizards like Ludinus have sacrificed your kind for centuries. If only for my sake, promise me you won't take that risk."

As much as Kingsley hated it, he knew he could not deny him.

"Fine. But if anything happens to you two--anything, you hear me? I--I'm dragging both of you back here. This isn't how we do things, Caleb. That's not how this works. We--" We don't leave people behind--"You're not getting rid of me that easily."

[regulus-blacks-lover]

67 / 125 with regulus please. i love reading about the marauders era💓 i think your blog is really cool, i just found it

Thank you so much for the request! I love these prompts so much. Sorry it took me such a long time to write, hopefully this is along the lines of what you were wanting me to write! And sorry it's so long, I thought of this concept and was obsessed.

67: “did you touch yourself while i was gone”

125: “i want you to touch yourself”

Summary: Reader is too horny to wait for Regulus to get back from quidditch practice. Includes grinding, m@!sturbation, slight overstimulation, cunnilingus (f receiving), and piv sex. (feat. condescending!regulus).

Prompt list here

You smiled fondly at Regulus as he sat next to you in bed, finishing his croissant. He'd woken early to sneak down the kitchen for food. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and you had Regulus all to yourself, at least until he needed to leave for Quidditch practice, but that usually wasn't until the afternoon. Upon returning to the bedroom, Regulus had unbuttoned his shirt, and you now found yourself staring openly at his bare chest underneath.

Regulus set his plate down on his bedside table and turned to smirk at you. He reached for you, bringing you closer to him until you were sitting on his lap, straddling him. He looked up at you adoringly and pulled you into a kiss.

His lips tasted slightly of butter, and you let out a soft sigh as he pulled you even closer to him, one hand threaded tightly in your hair. His other hand gipped your hip possessively, even though you were the only two in the room.

You shifted slightly in his lap and Regulus groaned into your mouth. "Fuck me, Y/N," he said, and you felt him beginning to harden underneath you.

He slid a hand under the hem of your nightgown and looped a thumb into the side of your panties. His fingertips were cold, and you gave a small shiver. You heard Regulus let out a low chuckle as he dug his fingertips into your soft skin, urging you to move your hips again.

You got the message and began moving your hips back and forth, savoring the feeling of his pants zipper, rough against your clothed sex. Regulus leaned back against the headboard of the bed and you leaned forward to kiss him again, never once halting your slow grinding motions.

He trapped your lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently, causing you to whine.

"That's my pretty girl," He said, voice low with desire. By now, both of his hands were gripping your hips tightly. You could feel wetness pooling between your legs.

"Do me a favor, dove? Tell me what time it is?"

You were slightly confused by this request, but leaned over to his bedside table and squinted at his wristwatch nevertheless. "9:45," you told him.

"Hmm," he said absently. "I have to get ready to go."

"Go?" you repeated, confused.

"Did I not say? Quidditch practice got moved today. Gotta be there soon." He said. There was a glint in his eye that told you he knew he hadn't told you, that he was playing some sort of game. You just weren't sure what the game was yet.

"We can finish playing when I get back, yeah?" He asked, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

You didn't budge from your perch on his lap. You were quickly starting to understand what he was playing at. "Leaving me high and dry, Reg?"

He raised a cocky eyebrow. "Darling, we both know you're anything but dry." Before you could reply, he'd disentangled himself from you and was climbing off the bed, beginning to button his shirt back up.

"I'll just have to take care of myself then," you said, frustrated and unamused.

You hadn't even moved when Regulus caught your wrist in his hand. Standing over the bed, he looked down at you, eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't even think about it." He said. "You're mine to finish off when I get back from practice. Don't you dare touch yourself while I'm gone."

You pulled your wrist out of his grasp. So this was his game. "Whatever." you said testily.

He looked at you, head tilted in calculation as he finished buttoning his shirt. When he was finished, he grabbed his quidditch gear and left without saying anything else to you.

You waited for him to shut the door. As soon as you were sure he was gone, you leaned back against the pillows. The bed smelled of Regulus. You breathed him in and let your hands trail down your body, stopping at all the places you liked Regulus to touch. You could never make yourself feel anywhere near as good as he could, but you weren't going to let him leave you hot and bothered like that. Besides, you reasoned, he'd never know.

As you came down from your high, you smirked to yourself. Don't touch yourself while I'm gone. Yeah right.

You smoothed your hair and pulled your nightgown back down, sitting up in bed just as you heard footsteps on the staircase that led to Regulus's room. Hurriedly, you reached for a book from a small pile on the floor. Not bothering to check what it was, you opened it to a random page, trying to look focused.

You didn't look up when Regulus entered, knowing this would irritate him. You could hear him crossing the room to the bed. "The Ministry of Magic employee code of conduct," Regulus said dryly, "Fascinating subject, I'm sure. I know how you love dense, technical legal documents."

Shit. In your panic you hadn't looked at which book you'd grabbed from the pile. It was one of Regulus's, a History of Magic textbook.

You glanced up at Regulus. His eyes bore into yours, glinting with victory. "Tell me, dove, did you touch yourself while I was gone?" he asked.

You weren't going to let him toy with you and win that quickly, however. "No," you said boldly.

"No?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Tell me what you've been reading about then."

"The Ministry of Magic employee code of conduct," you said flatly.

"Hm." He knelt so his face was mere inches from where you still sat in the bed. "I don't believe you, little dove. Are you lying to me?"

You averted your gaze. "Maybe." you admitted.

"Tsk tsk." He said mockingly, straightening back up and moving to stand at the foot of the bed. "Show me."

You blinked at him. "What?" you asked, uncertainly.

"Show me." He repeated. "I want you to touch yourself. I want you to show me how good you make yourself feel when I'm not around."

" 's not the same," you said quietly, face burning.

"Well clearly it's good enough that you couldn't just wait for me to come back and take care of you. So show me."

You knew there wasn't going to be any winning, so you let your hand slip back beneath the covers.

"I said show me." Regulus said, pulling the sheets down to the very end of the bed, leaving you exposed in only your small nightgown and panties. "Take it off." He said, gesturing to your clothing.

You sat up, pulling the nightgown up over your head before settling slowly back onto the bed.

"Good." Regulus said appraisingly, his eyes traveling down your body. You were so vulnerable, nearly completely naked while he stood fully clothed. "Now start over. Take your time. Show me how you toy with yourself when I'm not around."

You did as he said, hands traveling to all the places they'd touched when he'd been at practice. You started with feather-light touches up your hips to your stomach and eventually your breasts, circling each of your nipples in turn.

You continued pinching your nipples with one hand and closed your eyes as you let your other hand come to rest around your neck, squeezing gently.

"Eyes open, dove. Look at me." Came Regulus's voice, hoarse with wanting.

He still stood at the foot of the bed, looking at you from between your legs. Your eyes fluttered back open and you took him in. You were pleased to see he'd grown hard again and was straining against his pants.

You continued your movements, arching your back as your hands moved down your body, teasing yourself over your panties. Regulus sighed, and began to palm himself over his pants.

"Please, Reg- it'd be so much better if it was you," you said.

He shook his head. "I don't think so darling. You were so desperate to get off, now show me what it was worth."

"Want you," you tried.

Regulus smiled sarcastically. "Should've thought of that earlier, hm? Keep touching yourself darling, I want to see you cum all over your own fingertips."

There was nothing for you to do but push your underwear to the side and begin to circle your fingers around your clit.

"Panties off," Regulus said, and you shimmied them down your thighs, dropping them off the side of the bed.

"Good. Keep going now," He said, his grey eyes never once straying from you.

You plunged a finger in your pussy, your other hand rubbing at your clit. The moans you'd been doing your best to withhold began to spill from your lips, but the high you were trying to find just wouldn't come.

"Reg- Regulus, please." You whined. "I can't, I can't-"

"Make yourself come and then I'll think about touching you, darling. Until then I'm standing right here." Regulus said, a smile flickering across his face.

Bastard.

You added another finger and increased the pressure on your clit. Finally, finally, you came. You hadn't realized you'd closed your eyes in concentration until you felt Regulus's hand close around your wrist and your eyes flew back open.

"There's a good girl," he said, lifting your fingers to his mouth. "Now don't move," he added, climbing onto the bed and lowering himself between your legs.

"Regulus," you gasped as you felt the warmth of his mouth settle against your clit. "Regulus, I don't know if I can come again"

He didn't say anything, just began swiping his tongue against your clit at a torturously slow pace. Your hands found his hair and you gripped onto him for balance as your legs began to quiver from the overwhelming sensations.

You tried to thrust your hips up to meet his tongue, but he grabbed onto your waist, forcing you to remain stationary, glued to the mattress.

Soon, his pace sped up and he was attacking your clit with a nearly unbearably fast pace.

"Regulus, fuck, I'm gonna co-"

You were cut off by the sensation of two of Regulus's long fingers sliding into you as his mouth continued to work your clit. Your entire body began to shake with pleasure and you came on Regulus's tongue.

He continued to lick at your core as you recovered from your high. When he pulled away, there was an animalistic gleam in his eyes. "Who can make you feel better?" He asked. "Who makes you feel better, dove, me, or your little fingers?"

"You," was your breathless reply.

"That's right," he said. "That's right. Can you spread your legs a little more for me?"

You nodded, doing as he asked as he tugged his pants off.

"There's my good girl," he said, climbing on top of you. "My good, good girl, who's gonna take me so good now."

He kissed you harshly so you could taste yourself on his lips. Then he slid into you, moving one hand to press against your clit.

You nearly cried out from the overstimulation.

"Shh, shh, I know, dove." Regulus whispered in your ear as he thrust into you, "This is what happens when you're impatient and greedy. You reap what you sow."

Your whimpers quickly turned to moans as Regulus found his pace and grew nearer and nearer to his high. "Fuck baby, 'm gonna cum. Come with me?"

You could barely manage a nod as Regulus's orgasm washed over him.

He traced a finger gently across your neck, making you shiver. "If you're going to touch yourself, at least let me watch next time." He said quietly.

[mrtwizz]

Mastermind M.C.

Pairing: Maven Calore x Reader

Warnings: Elara, that's it shes the warnings, other than that it's just not proof read and manipulation?

Au where Maven isn’t forced to be betrothed to Mare idk ignore the plot of the books for this Word Count: 1.8k

The moment Maven Calore laid eyes on Y/n Tyros he knew he wanted her all for himself. He knew he would do anything for the girl. So he began his scheming, he was vastly different from his mother in many ways. But his scheming to get what he wanted was just like her. 

As a child, Maven had no friends. All he had was his mother who had forced him to walk before his tiny body was ready to do so. At one point he had a brother whom he loved, but soon enough his mother had erased all love he may have felt for his brother and father. 

So he did what any little boy did, he learned all his mothers tricks for manipulating others and getting what he wanted. 

The day where Y/n and Maven truly met was a ball, held for one reason or another. Neither seemed to know nor care. While Cal was being asked to dance by every Lady in the court, Maven danced with one girl the entire night.

From the moment their hands touched, the stars had aligned. The simple touch had lit a fuse of chain reactions. The pair danced for hours before they decided to sneak out of the ballroom. 

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked, as Maven pulled her along. 

“You’ll see.” Maven said and smiled at the girl. 

For a moment all that could be heard in the corridor of the palace was the click of their shoes and small laughs. Soon enough Maven had taken Y/n outside of the palace to a small garden, during the day it was bright and the colors of the plants and flowers shone in the sunlight. But in the light of the moonlight the colors were dull but nonetheless beautiful. 

The pair sat down under a tree, neither worried about their dress wear getting dirt on them. Not even Y/n who was wearing an iridescent white gown that looked to change color as the light shone on it. 

Y/n looked around, admiring the stars from where they sat while Maven admired Y/n. He took in her jawline, the slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes curled, and how her hair framed her face. 

“You’re staring.” Y/n suddenly spoke, finally looking away from the sky to look at Maven who’s face heated up with embarrassment. 

“How could I not admire someone as beautiful as you?” The younger prince asked a rhetorical question, and it was Y/n’s turn to blush. 

“Shut up.” Was all Y/n was able to mutter before looking away from Maven’s blue eyes. 

Maven just chuckled and the two sat in a comfortable silence.

A gust of wind made goosebumps appear on Y/n’s skin and made her shiver a little. 

“Cold?” Maven asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Only a little?” Y/n responded. 

Maven wordlessly removed his jacket that was decorated with different metals or something, Y/n wasn’t really sure what any of them were, and wrapped his jacket around the girl's shoulders. Then he moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her.Y/n just smiled up at him and laid her head on his shoulder. The two sat there in that position until Y/n fell asleep. Maven realized that there was no use in trying to wake her up, and assumed she would wake up on her own soon after. 

Only he was wrong and both of them fell asleep. 

Y/n woke up first, Maven was lying on his back and Y/n was lying on his chest. The pair were still on the ground and the sun had begun to rise. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Maven. Maven wake up.” Y/n gently shook Maven to wake him up, who thankfully woke up easily. 

“Oh mother is going to have a field day with this one.” Maven muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

The prince and lady quickly got up and brushed as much dirt off of themselves as possible. Maven wrapped his jacket around Y/n’s bare shoulders once more. 

“People are going to talk.” Y/n pointed out, standing in front of the younger burner prince. 

“People always talk.” Maven laughed. 

“No I mean it, imagine if Lady Bolos heard about this one? Imagine the heart attack she’d have.” Y/n laughed at her own joke. 

“The horrors, two people sleeping!” Maven clutched at his chest, as if having chest pains. 

They walked back into the castle the same way they’d left the night before, only this time Maven walked Y/n to her room. 

“Thank you.” Y/n said, gently leaning against the door. 

“For what?” Maven asked, eyebrows furrowing. 

“Everything.” Y/n shrugged and opened her door and closed it behind her. 

 The girl left Maven confused and wanting nothing more than to talk to her for hours more. 

Weeks passed before the two saw each other again, but first the press had gotten wind of the two sleeping in the garden on the night of the ball. 

Prince Maven Calore and Lady Y/n Tyros are rumored to have not slept in their beds the night of the ball. 

It has been rumored that the young prince and lady slept in a closed off garden…

“Anything you have to say for yourself, Maven?” Elara’s voice sounded as though it were scolding, but that would mean she had to care about her son for her to scold him. 

“We left the ball, your parties have become boring, mother. Y/n and I talked then fell asleep in the garden.” Maven picked up the paper his mother had been reading moments prior.

He scanned through the paper to see what the press had to say, there wasn’t much speculation other than that the two were a couple. Later that day he wrote a letter to Y/n. 

Dear Y/n Tyros,

It seems as though we are the new hot couple of the Kingdom. I suppose you were right that people would talk, I do wonder if Lady Bolos has had a heart attack. But all of that aside, I want to see you again. You have plagued my mind, Y/n. When I wake up until I fall asleep you are all I find myself thinking about. 

-Sincerely, Maven Calore

Y/n laughed at Maven’s dramatics, and blushed at the knowledge that he had been thinking about her. 

Dear Maven Calore, 

You have quite the way with words don’t you? You really know just how to make a girl swoon. 

Jokes aside, mother is hosting a party next month on the seventh. If you happened to show I wouldn’t turn you away. -Y/n Tyros

For the next month there were many letters exchanged, many letters full of flirting, even more of the two just talking. It was to nobody’s surprise that Prince Maven showed up to the party that night. That night was the second most important night in Maven’s scheming, he already knew he had charmed the girl. Now all he had to do was make it seem effortless the way he loved her. 

This night it was Y/n’s turn to tug Maven out onto a balcony, into the moonlight. 

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, darling.” Maven spoke with a teasing tone and smile. 

“Whatever, we can go back in there if you insist.” Y/n turned to go inside, and Maven grabbed her wrist. 

Y/n didn’t say anything and instead moved so she was holding Maven’s hands in her own. A blue flame began to lick at Y/n’s finger tips, she played with the flames with amusement. She always found fire so beautiful. 

Maven was always astonished when she did this, and Y/n knew this. But nonetheless it always amazed him to see someone else hold his flame. 

“How do you do that?” Maven whispered, cradling Y/n’s hands in his own as her fire danced around in her cupped palms. 

“Do what?” Y/n asked, looking up at Maven through hooded eyes. 

The moonlight caught her face just right and enhanced her features just right. Maven was in awe of the girl standing before him. It didn’t take a mind reader to know that he was infatuated with the mimic.   

“Make everything so beautiful, even my own flame is dull compared to yours.” Maven muttered the last part, knowing she would hear anyway. 

“Maven darling, I am mimicking your flame. There’s nothing more beautiful than you, nothing brighter than your flame. You may see yourself as the shadow, but you are the flame itself.” Y/n spoke softly, her own flame died away.

Y/n continued, “Where others seek out your brother or father, I’m only looking for you. The entire world could be on fire, and I would still somehow be looking for you Maven Calore.” 

She took a step closer to the boy, desperately wanting to be closer even when there’s no room between the two. 

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say Maven? I love you. And I completely understand if this was all some sort of game, but I need you to know that I truly love you. I love you, Maven.” Tears began to well in the young Lady’s eyes, threatening to spill. 

He had done it, he had made her love him. Later he would pat himself on the back for being a mastermind, but for now all he could do was be infatuated with the girl in front of him. Maven was caught up in his own mind, the thoughts reeling in his brain. 

“It’s okay Maven,” Y/n was kicking herself, she truly thought all the years of her trying to make the prince fall for her had worked. Tears lined her eyes and she desperately tried to keep them at bay long enough to leave Maven’s presence. 

Seems as though she read him wrong, she began to pull her hands from his. 

“Y/n, no. No I mean, I love you. I’ve been in love with you for months now. From the moment I saw you, I knew that I wanted for you to love me,” to make you love me.

The tears she had been holding in slipped from her eyes, and she laughed a pitiful laugh at her own demise. Maven wrapped his arms around the crying girl as she buried her head in his chest. 

All his scheming had worked. 

[seabirdsong]

Don't Wake Me Up ch 12

Fic update, chapter 12.

Rolan x F!Tav (human)

Excerpt: She had clung to him so tightly that he experienced her struggle like it was his own—her straining to breathe through the sobs rocking her, how she fought, and failed, to keep each breath deep and slow. Her trembling vibrated through him, and her muscles occasionally clenched and stiffened like she was still actively fighting something off in her memory.

Then at some point, the raging storm inside her began to diminish. As the minutes passed, their bodies seemed to sync up, and the process that unfolded within them fascinated him. Her breaths went from chaotic and panicked to even and steady, then slowed further to match his—not an exact match, but they found a harmonious rhythm. Her heart had been like a galloping hoofbeat running alongside his own, until they too seemed to fall into a steady pace and together slowed down to a regular speed. Her skin cooled and she went limp as her muscles gave up their hold on her bones. Her body was using his to regulate itself, to find its way back to a bearable state. It was like some strange reversal of her power—he was the one glimpsing inside her this time. He couldn’t remember ever feeling closer to anyone in his whole life.

And Zurgan she was so warm and soft against him, her arms locked around his chest, her nails lightly stroking his back, her forehead in the nook of his neck—the perfect placement for him to rest his cheek against her temple and just soak in the experience. He tried to be present for every second of it, to drink in the rare, precious feeling of being deeply connected to another person—to her. Even in the moments that the rock hurt against his back, he still couldn’t bring himself to move. Who knew when the next time was that he’d ever feel anything like this? He’d already gone his whole life without it, including years without so much as a touch—well, that wasn’t a jab or a nudge from Cal and Lia anyway, and that didn’t count.

Skin. Glorious, warm skin. There were only a few places where their bare skin connected—where her forehead and tear-stained face brushed against his neck and collar, when he’d chanced slipping his hand under her hair and gently caressed the nape of her neck with the backs of his nails, so as not to hurt her. Every second of it was a strange, sad, fleeting bliss. It would be over soon, like everything always was, but for the time that he could, he tried to just feel it, record it in his memory so that he could at least return here in dreams during the lonely nights to come.

And it did end when she sat up, her hair hanging in front of her face. She wiped her eyes again and then pushed her hair back and just looked at him.

The rest HERE

[monster-crave]

Cal - Chapter II (SFW)

Notes: This chapter was posted on Patreon last week, the NSFW version is available only on Patreon

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, monster x human story, dom/sub undertones, alien anatomy, size difference, domination, non-human genitalia, double penetration,, BDSM elements, mentions of slavery, mentions of violence  (not between lovers)

Word Count: 1407

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Darkness was what followed the journey to wherever the aliens were taking them. One by one, they were all loaded on what seemed like giant ships, but without the sails, and Maya could feel them being lifted off the ground. She was scared and uncomfortable, her experience so far had been like a part of a nightmare, a bad dream she desperately needed to wake up from, but instead, every sensation, every smell, every moment was so real. 

She was chained to a wall and could not even see if there was another human next to her. She was thirsty and hungry but didn’t dare speak. It was unlikely that someone could hear her, and she didn’t want to interact with one of these creatures. Some humans screamed and protested, shouted and cursed, but there was no point. If anything, the foreign invaders had shown they were stronger, more powerful, and didn’t care what the humans wanted or felt. 

Maya found it hard even to measure time. Did minutes pass? Or was it hours? The only reminder that time had passed was discomfort, the aches growing in her muscles, and the heaviness in her belly from the clutch of eggs he had left in her. She had done her best not to think about it mainly because she had submitted to the act, in a desperate attempt to preserve her act, but also the satisfaction she felt at the end…no, she should not think about that. What had happened was wrong, and she should be ashamed of this interaction. 

Hours or days later, impossible to say she felt the awkward ship hit the ground, or so she assumed, given the distinct hardness that followed the impact. She could hear more sounds now, others moving. Was it the strange lizard-like aliens or humans? It was so dark, and somehow her eyes never adjusted. Eventually, she felt her bonds being tugged, and she followed no resistance; Maya’s concern was that her bare feet would trip onto something, and she focused on that. 

Suddenly she was blinded. Opposite to the absolute blackness, now she was faced with the white spheres in front of her eyes. The tugging continued, but her bare feet touched what felt like stone and sand, so hot that it almost hurt. Probably the only reason her skin did not burn was that she was moving and didn’t stay long enough. 

Maya’s eyes started working. First, she saw the shape in front of her tugging her. It was a different alien than the one who had said he owned her. This one was very skinny and pure green in color. Then she started making more shapes around her. Hundreds, maybe thousands of humans being walked between these giant sail-less ships. In the distance, she could make buildings, some tall, almost looking triangular with significant steps on the ridges, others significantly smaller. It was hard to compare them to anything in her town. 

The alien pulling her stopped, and her attention came back to him. He was standing before the dark one that had taken her, the two exchanged words, and the skinny green alien checked something on his wrist. A device like a bracelet was there, but he touched it, and strange illumination popped. Eventually, he nodded and passed her bonds to the dark alien. 

“Where are you taking me?” Maya struggled despite her fatigue and the sun burning her skin, but no response followed. He walked her past more ships and into more stone and sand and blinding sunlight.

Cal has a lot of things to do, personal spoils to look after, money to collect, and some new purchases to make. But first, he had to deal with this woman he had taken as his own. A brand new experience for him, but he was determined to make it right. The woman had kept his eggs, given how many had done so. The Creed forbids eggs to be lost in alien worlds, and while it was amusing to watch the humans suffer, the punishment for them far was worse than a bit of discomfort. In a very short time, he had grown fond of the woman, she was attractive, and that had moved something in his predator's brain. 

The place he needed was the Training Master’s home. Dax was the best in what he did. There were many Training Masters, each one specializing in their trade - some focused on teaching humans how to do agriculture, work in mines or even fight for entertainment. Dax’s specialty was more of the pleasure kind, the man was the best in what he did, and he charged accordingly, but Cal was happy to pay the price. He had an excellent Raid. 

From what he could tell, he was the first to arrive. He walked past the tall stone gates of Dax’s house into his front yard, where the garden and the pool were. Xanton was a hot planet, the poles had tropical vegetation, but the further one moved toward the center, the hotter and less hospitable everything became. Plants were rare, and while water could be found underground getting to it was easy and expensive. Having gardens of the sort spoke a lot about Dax and his abilities. 

“The Master is in his workshop.” A female servant greeted him as he reached the door. She was probably middle-aged, her dark eyes pinned to the ground and her torso covered in a transparent dress, indicating she was a house servant. 

Cal had been here before, not for work, primarily for entertainment, but he knew his way around. Most Xant’lian homes were built underground. Nights were cold, which did not work well with their cold blood, but the ground kept the warmth almost intact, making it more hospitable for them. He walked his new possession through the long hallways and stairs leading deeper underground. Gold, plants, and electric torches covered his way. His new possession struggled, but few tugs, and she was back trailing after him.

He found Dax in his workshop, as instructed, a vast room at the lowest level of his home. The walls were covered with different restraining contraptions and cupboards. Further down, he could see occupied cages. Dax was a bit shorter than Cal, but his body was massive, his skin dark green with yellow reflections all over it. The face and body of the man were covered with scars and shiny golden piercings, which made him look more intimidating than he already was.

“Ah! Cal!” The Training Master turned around, and just now, Cal noticed that there was a human woman in front of him. Her hands were tied to a post pinned to the ground, and so were her legs. Her pose made her look more like a table, and judging by the way her limbs were shaking, she had been in this pose for a while. 

“Dax, always a pleasure.” Cal wasn’t lying. The Training Master was someone everyone got along with, probably because he provided valuable service and liked to take the gold from his customers. He was also damn good at his job. 

“What do we have here…” Dax approached his newest prey, and Cal saw her shiver seeing the other Xant’lian bulkier shape. “Straw hair, excellent, brown eyes…such commodity and admiration with our kin…are you going to sell or keep her?” 

“Keep her for now.” Cal wasn’t even looking at the scene. It was a typical transaction, one that sparked no interest in him. His eyes, however, traveled around the room, the various posts, cages, and training stations. Some of them had humans on them. Others were empty. Probably not for too long. Soon everyone will be here doing what Cal was doing.

“Anything specific you want me to do?” Dax’s hands were running over her body. It wasn’t erotic. It mostly looked like a medical examination, moving her hands and pushing her legs. 

“I want to handle the training. You do just the usual things. Mark her with my stripes, tracker, give her all the standard stuff that would make her suitable for her new duties.” Cal moved his attention back to his new slave. 

“Shock collar?” Dax’s hand stopped on the woman’s belly, feeling the eggs inside her. The human winced under the apparent discomfort. 

“Not for now. I want to give her a chance and allow her to win my trust.” Cal opened his mouth to imitate a laugh. 

[fangs-trait]

I must ask: any HC about morgyn and caleb relationship? (platonic, romantic, anything!)

just a ps: i mostly use they/them for morgyn but sometimes i switch to he/him midconvo cause of native language shinanigans.

AH ALSO lots of my story stuff 💗 hope you enjoy

basic hcs:

morgyn is a little spoon, caleb is a big spoon

they share the same passion for red and black colors in their wardrobes. and turtlenecks

caleb really likes morgyn's smell - metallic and subtle flowers. also spellcaster's skin & blood smells like a literal magic dust, especially at the back of their neck & wrists

morgyn is resistant to caleb's 'vampire charm' but can smell it - [redacted] flowers of tartosa

caleb is bilingual: italian mama & american with english origins papa. also he knows just a little of french (mostly songs) from his grand master miss hell. caleb sings her favorite songs while cooking & morgyn enjoys

caleb's voice claim is damiano david from måneskin. accent !! morgyn shivers from his accent especially at own name

'mi amor' 'dolce metà' 'sunshine' 'honey' 'love of my life'

'darling' 'dearest' 'dear' 'cal' 'vatore!!'

morgyn strokes his fluffy hair a lot, especially while reading some old spells\magic books. caleb just rests head on their lap to get some gentle touches

caleb tried to mark morgyn, plenty of times, either with kisses or bites. their skin simply doesn't change because of some spellcasters magic stuff which morgyn simply doesn't explain - but it has something to do with immortality and their age and physical appearance. on the other hand caleb's skin can get bruised if they really want to

morgyn can reenact heartbeat and blood streams in vampire's body, which can be used... in a way

they can't have kids [insert 'no condoms?' joke from caleb]

story hcs:

they met through lilith, she is always the one to connect and make them have small talks about everyday stuff

..though they don't talk too much but kinda examine and study each other from afar the whole uni life

morgyn got a crush on caleb at the time because of his unintentional care and support via small remarks on health and looks (ie. 'sleep more', get something to drink\eat', 'you're barely standing, take my seat', 'get some rest after classes'). caleb can actually smell with his vampire senses and nose what is wrong. it just works that way. he always figured out when morgyn was overworking themselves to near death doors

morgyn was the one to say 'i love you' first

and probably propose too caleb is too slow lmao\

a therapist (morgyn. an actual psychologist with a degree) & therapist's 'therapy dog' (caleb. actually needs therapy)

morgyn helped caleb (therapy!!!) with selective mutism he suffered from because of miss hell's shit throughout uni

caleb is occasional smoker. morgyn uses Inferniat to turn his cig packs into ashes, definitely turns into ashes lighted cigs between caleb's lips/teeth too. untamed virtuoso in action!!

and nsfw-ish bonus!

[cabezadeperro]

Kesett 8. (shielding the other one with their body)

hi anon!

rebel era, kind-of established relationship, 560w, G.

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Cal doesn’t wait to knock before stepping through the door. The bunk is shrouded in shadows except for the small luma fixed on the wall, and the harsh, white light of the Mantis’s corridor floods it without mercy.

In the bed, Boba groans and tries to turn away. He’s too weak to do anything but flop uselessly on the narrow cot, and Cal mutters an apology. He steps inside and palms the door closed once again with his elbow.

His hands are full. Gauze, bandages, bacta. Antibiotics, something for the burns, something for the pain. A water pouch, still cool from the conservator, and a small bowl of Greez’s special porridge, warm and not too thick. 

He leaves everything on the small shelf by the bunks, and then he takes a seat on the edge of the opposite bed, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees.

Boba’s watching him with dark, fever-bright eyes. Cal feels his fingers twitch: he wants to touch him, but—but.

He’s not that sure Boba will let him.

So he saved Cal’s life. So his armour isn’t real beskar. So the flames ate through the fabric of his flightsuit and into the skin of his side. So he almost died, and he almost died for Cal, though Cal has learned to expect nothing and less from him. Cal thought Boba hated his guts, despite the sex and the kisses.

He swallows. He has barely slept in—days. He can’t. 

Every time he closes his eyes he sees it again, the picture crisp and clear and like it’s happening again: the pain in his side from the blaster shot, and then Boba, heavy and unmoving where he rested over Cal’s body, the flames making the mud hiss. 

Cal had to take it all off with the Force. Everything but Boba’s beskar helmet was too hot to touch.

Cal clears his throat.

“I need to change your bandages,” he says. Boba grunts.

He can feel Merrin and Cere reaching out to him, their minds brushing against his. He turns away, back to Boba.

Cal can’t read him. He’s open, but there’s just too much, too fast. It doesn’t show on his face. 

He lets Cal help him sit up, the warm skin of his torso still sticky with sweat and blood and bacta, but he won’t look Cal in the eye, his own eyes flat and his lips pressed tight, and Cal doesn’t know why he expected something different.

He changes Boba’s bandages, the silence ballooning, growing denser and colder, and he wishes he could just—ask. 

When he’s finished, Cal stays there, sitting on the edge of Boba’s bunk, Boba quiet and stiff and staring bullishly at the dark. Cal sighs. He reaches for his hand, because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Boba’s hands are rough, his nails bitten to the quick, the knuckles scarred over. There’s dirt in the creases of his palm, and when Cal brings it to his mouth he can smell blaster oil and Force knows what else. He places a kiss there, careful and as soft as he knows how to make it, though this is not how it goes, this is not how they’re supposed to work—Boba exhales, loud and exhausted.

Cal lets him tug his hand away. He turns to look at Boba: Boba’s already staring at him, dark eyes bright.

[mrfelixfischoeder]

I wish you would write a fic about your character's cheering eachother up or having a happy moment despite chaotic times.

aaa thank u this is a sweet one. set during Doomstar Requiem

Mordhaus is big. You would think with how big it is, she could get a moment to herself – but Olena never gets what she wants, does she.

She hiccups as she tries to cover another sob from her lips, wiping away goopy tears with the butt of her palm. The approaching footsteps and the familiar clack of the heels means it’s her sister. And this is the last person she wants to see right now –

“What’s happening?”

Zorya’s voice rings out in the recording studio. Olena sniffs, bringing her knees to her chest on the sofa, trying to ignore her. She can feel Zorya’s dark eyes boring into the side of her face, and Olena finally spares her a red-eyed glance.

“What is wrong?” Zorya marches over. She doesn’t come too close – both too afraid, too hesitant to close that space – and crosses her arms. But God, she’s trying, and Olena can see that.

“You know what’s wrong.” Olena murmurs, pressing her lips into her knees, feeling the fishnet dent her skin. Zorya sighs, moving to stand in front of Olena, but she doesn’t look up. Olena rolls her eyes, wondering why of all times does Zorya now have to try. “I miss Toki.”

Zorya grimaces. She doesn’t know how to deal with this. But she’s here now, and she knows walking away from Olena hurts her sister, so this time she tries to avoid that. She feels mature and vindicated for this bare minimum effort. “Charles will finds him.”

“When?” Olena demands, head shooting up. Zorya smirks at the sight of the indents on her face. She isn’t sure what amuses her so much about it, but she covers her mouth to try and not to laugh – Olena raises her hand to touch the indent against her lips. Her lipstick’s smudged as well because of it. Olena suddenly smiles – then drops it – and then smiles again as she giggles with Zorya. It suddenly feels cruel, to enjoy life whilst Toki is God knows where. But Zorya lets out a burst of laughter, a cackle, and it makes Olena laugh even more. Finally, the noise fades, and Olena lets out a long sigh. In the midst of their laughter, they hadn’t even noticed more footsteps:

“What’s so funny?”

The sisters look, and Olena jumps to her feet, Zorya leaping up and the pair practically run to Cal. Her throat is bruised, but the rest of the damage is hidden by a DethKlok jumper and sweats – apart from the bandaged left eye.

“CAL!”                  “Should you be here?!”

The girls, despite their concern, hold onto her tight – Cal coughs in laughter, groaning lowly as her ribs ache at the pressure. But she wraps her arms around the two, holding onto them as tight as her body will allow. “Olive gave me the all clear,” she smiles, leaning into their shoulders. She forgot how soft Olena’s hair is; and Zorya’s clearly been drinking more red bull than usual, ‘cause she stinks. And Cal wouldn’t have it any other way. “I was hopin’ to find someone to help me make some dinner… If you guys ain’t too busy.”

“Always!”            “Yeah, Olena’d love to help you.”

Olena lets the comment slide, because it’s true. And Zorya links her arm with Olena’s as they walk, her other arm taking Cal’s gently. Cal looks at Olena, head tilting, still getting used to the loss of half of her vision. “You been cryin’, sweetpea?”

“No,” Olena lies, smooth like butter, “Zorya made me laugh, is all.”

Zorya smiles a little, not subtle enough for Cal to miss it. The older woman nods and lets it be.

The evening is dedicated to Olena cooking, and Zorya sort of helping – by mostly giving Cal beers and getting Olena some wine. Cal starts to tell stories, anything really, and it prompts Zorya to even discuss her childhood too. What little good parts they had. Even Olena adds in tid-bits, both trusting Cal enough. Exposing their hearts to her, and she takes both so gently into her hands and cherishes the beating organs. They know they can trust each other.

 And for at least a few hours, things feel okay. Things feel bright.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Friends with Benefits (2) Masterlist

part one

ain’t it funny how the night moves? (ao3) - soulmatism Michael/Luke E, 6k

Summary: “That summer wasn’t... love,” he whispers before Michael has the chance to talk first. He doesn’t mean to, just like he doesn’t mean to do a lot of things, but it’s true. Michael’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he doesn’t look hurt.

“I know,” Michael says softly. “I think it is now, though.”

Or, Luke really shouldn’t still be thinking about the summer he spent hooking up with his best friend when he was nineteen.

are we something to each other (or are we just blowing smoke?) (ao3) - bellawritess Michael/Ashton, Luke/Calum T, 10k

Summary: A startled laugh escapes Michael, and he gently pushes against Ashton’s chest, though his hand lingers as if for a moment he considers holding Ashton in place instead. “You’re lame. And you’re not kissing me like that in front of your friends. I’m a respectable fake boyfriend, I don’t believe in gratuitous PDA.”

Blossom (ao3) - FayeHunter Michael/Luke E, 9k

Summary: Luke's been hooking up with his friend, Michael for a bit now. Too bad he's just a little in love with Michael. Too bad Luke doesn't know how to tell Michael or if Michael feels the same.

cut it with a knife (ao3) - beckywritesthings Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum M, 17k

Summary: “What about you and Ashton?”

Ah fuck, Luke should have known better than to assume he would have gotten out of this conversation scot-free. “What about me and Ash?” He shoots Michael a look that says please shut up, but of course, he doesn’t listen.

“Isn’t it the same situation with you and him? You guys are fucking too – don’t you even try and say you’re not – but you want it to be more.”

Hearing it said out loud is like an arrow through his heart: aim so true it’s impossible for it to do anything but hurt. He takes a deep shuddering breath, pressing down the lid tight on the box of emotions he’s labeled Property of Ashton Irwin: Do Not Touch.

“It’s just sex.” The words taste like sawdust coming off his tongue, but Luke can’t– isn’t ready to handle it yet. “That’s it.”

or, a story where Luke models, Ashton sings, and neither of them talk like they should.

Foreplay - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) Calum/Ashton E, 9k

Summary: Ashton always initiates it, Calum is always far too happy to play along, and they always get each other off using their hands while pressed as closely together as physically possible. Then Calum will laugh a little, Ashton will grin, and they’ll use whatever they can find to wipe themselves off before pulling their pants back up, making sure the coast is clear on the other side of the door, and go hit the showers.

That’s how it goes. That’s how it’s always gone. That’s probably how it will always go.

i don't mind you under my skin (ao3) - galacticsugar Luke/Calum E, 26k

Summary: With a tiny smile, Luke says, “I like it when you look at me like that.” He’s probably going to regret this in the morning, but right now, he feels weightless. Nothing matters, he can say anything and do anything and he never feels this way and it’s fucking amazing.

“Like what?” Calum asks. He tips his head in closer to Luke’s, forehead wrinkled curiously, and Luke realizes he’s not sure if Calum is drunk or not. He has no fucking clue. Does it matter? Yes, it probably matters, at least as far as Luke’s ego is concerned. It trips him up.

“You know,” he says, tongue stumbling over the simple words. “Like you like me.”

Lacuna - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) Luke/Calum, side Michael/Ashton E, 27k

Summary: In which Luke needs a place to live, Calum needs a roommate, and they don't exactly dislike each other but they don't exactly like each other either.

making the most of the night (ao3) - galacticsugar Luke/Calum E, 27k

Summary: “Cal! Have you met Luke?” Ashton has one arm around a tall blonde guy wearing a sheepish smile and a barely buttoned shirt, and he wraps his other around Calum, pulling him in close. “You should talk. You’ve got a lot in common. Shit exes, for example.”

Calum looks over this Luke person he apparently has a lot in common with, and he does seem a little familiar. Maybe Calum has met him before. But that doesn’t seem right either, because he thinks he’d remember meeting someone so…bright. Noticeable. Luke doesn’t exactly blend into a crowd. Calum’s not certain, though — he could’ve met Luke while he was super drunk or super tired or super distracted by his ex-boyfriend.

“Sure, yeah,” Calum agrees, dodging the question. “Luke, would you like to spend a fun evening talking about our shit exes and feeling sad about it?”

new shapes (ao3) - galacticsugar Luke/Calum E, 23k

Summary: “Anyway,” Calum says, “I’ve been thinking about it, and I wanted to talk to you about it, because I kinda think it would be a really good idea for us to fuck each other.”

Luke chokes on his water.

Calum slaps him on the back a few times, even though Luke has told him over and over that doesn’t do anything to help.

over and under (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Luke/Calum E, 10k

Summary: “We really need to stop doing this.”

“I know.”

Luke says he won’t do this again.

They both agree they won’t do this again when they’re dressed, in Luke’s living room and not his bedroom, when Calum’s about to leave to see his other friends and Luke’s going to the studio to write.

It’s easy to agree not to do it again when Calum’s not touching him.

since we can’t hook up tonight (ao3) - lifewasradical Luke/Ashton E, 5k

Summary: As much as he may nearly count down the hours until he gets to speak to Luke again, that doesn’t mean that Luke is doing the same for him. Now that Luke is off touring and seeing new people and amazing sights, maybe he’s forgetting about the people waiting at home for him.

Maybe he’s forgetting Ashton is waiting at home for him.

But Ashton just reminds himself again that just because he’s a hopeless fool for Luke doesn’t mean that Luke feels the same about him. Quite the opposite, honestly, because he knows that Luke doesn’t feel the same about him, or they wouldn’t be in this position right now, friends with benefits instead of more.

something (ao3) - lifewasradical Luke/Ashton E, 6k

Summary: Luke brings his hand up to rest against the swell of Ashton’s right thigh, fingertips pressing lightly into the skin through the thin layer of cotton between them. There’s no heat or want in his touch, simply seeking out the ease of an interaction so casual, kneading his flesh like a pleased cat. It’s a familiar interaction, with Luke always wanting to be as close to another person as possible, but always seeming to find his spot against Ashton’s legs when he can.

Yet there’s just a little bit of something more there, something in the way that Luke’s fingers press down and his cheeks round out from his smile and his eyes flutter shut. Something.

summer nights (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Luke/Calum M, 14k

Summary: Luke was waiting for romance. He was waiting for the guy that sweeps him off his feet, that wants him for everything he is and isn’t afraid to show it.

He used to be sure that guy was out there. Now he’s pretty sure he’s not.

talk to me, baby (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Luke/Calum E, 17k

Summary: “Is that why you’ve been looking at me all night?” Luke asks, reaching out and brushing a finger over one of the rips in Calum’s jersey. “Trying to get me alone to sell your services?”

Calum looks delighted that Luke has called him out and it makes Luke smile again.

“Not at all,” Calum says, taking a swig from his drink. “But I was trying to get you alone to offer some other services for free. Interested?”

Luke laughs. “Is that an innuendo?”

“Absolutely, but I can be less subtle.” Calum sips his beer, eyeing Luke. “Wanna fuck?”

Tie That Binds - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) Luke/Ashton E, 98k

Summary: In which Luke wants to explore miscellaneous kinks and Ashton strikes him as a good candidate to do said exploring with with.

touch (ao3) - lifewasradical Luke/Ashton E, 6k

Summary: Everyone who’s seen Ashton knows how large his hands are. They’re massive, with palms nearly as big as the entirety of his face and slender, long fingers all dressed in cuts and blisters from drumming with all his might. Even in their teenage years, Ashton’s hands have always been mesmerizing to Luke, especially comparing the size difference between their hands. Ashton’s has always dwarfed Luke’s in a way that no one else’s ever has before and probably never will again.

One thought that has somehow never plagued his mind is how absolutely devastatingly large Ashton’s hand looks on his thigh.

Wildest Dreams (ao3) - no_clue_who Luke/Ashton E, 16k

Summary: “Come with me? Two weeks away from the city and the noise,” Ashton said, “Just us for two weeks far away from everything.”

“What?”

“Come on, some fun time away.” Ashton says, grabbing his keys, “We can just have some fun.”

Some fun to Ashton probably means fucking for hours on end, eating food for days and not thinking about their responsibilities past waking up and eating. Luke knows its dumb to agree to this, doing mildy domestic with Ashton is always going to end with him hurt. Luke knows he dumb to agree but at the same time what does he have to lose?

you are the reason I never think twice (ao3) - lifewasradical Luke/Ashton E, 15k

Summary: Luke was lucky to be able to stick in Ashton’s orbit through his first year. So how was he supposed to say no when the object of his affection tossed him the idea of being friends with benefits in his second?

”We’re both single, we know we’re compatible as friends, what harm could it do? Just a way to blow off steam,” Ashton had said one late night in his room with Luke sitting comfortably in his bed at the beginning of the fall semester.

If it’s the only way that Luke would ever be able to have Ashton, then so be it.

[kestise]

whens someone going to give cal a gift that has good memories

[hollandsmushroom]

Cum and Cookie Dough

Synopsis: Late night sloppy and sweet encounters. 

Masterlist

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Word Count: 2,841

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Your phone brought you out of your sleep, its constant buzz for the past few minutes on your night stand, reaching out. The first thing you saw was the time, in big white text it said '3 A.M.' Below that was the contact photo of your boyfriend. You swiped across, answering the call and bringing it up to your ear.

"Why are you calling at 3 a.m?" You groaned, scrubbing a fist into your eye to try and remove the sleepy fog.

"Can I come over?" Cals shockingly perky voice responded.

"I mean, I guess, I'm fucking tired though, and I look terrible, why do you wanna come over?"

"I just wanna see my baby, is that illegal? And I'm sure you look stunning" You mumbled a no in response to the first question, although it was rhetorical, a blush spreading on your cheeks at the compliment. You listened to the silence before You heard a door click closed in the background of the call, alerting you to the fact that he was already getting in his car. "Can we bake cookies?"

"Sure, I'll get the stuff ready" you mumbled, pulling back the covers and shaking your head, trying to wake yourself up. "I'll see you when you get here, love you, bubba" you hummed

"I love you too, Bubbaloo" he responded in a sing-song voice before hanging up.

Your bare feet slid against the cool hard wood, sending a shiver up your body causing goosebumps to spread on your skin, you suddenly missed the comfort of your bed but you were excited to see your boy in a couple minutes.

Stepping into your kitchen you opened the cabinets, grabbing the ingredients for gooey chocolate chip cookies and setting them out on the counter and setting the oven to preheat. You put the kettle on to boil, digging through your cabinets to find your most caffeinated tea, knowing how Cal was and that you were not going to sleep for a long time. As you waited for the water to boil you started to doze off where you stood.

The click off of the kettle brings you back to the world, tearing the tea sachet open and putting it in the cup, pouring the boiling water over it tugging on the tab, watching as the water changed to a darker color as it sloshed softly at the side of the mug.

The sound of knuckles on wood made its way to your ears, shaking your head to perk yourself up again as you reached to the door handle, flipping the lock and opening the door, on the other side stood your boyfriend, loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a plain black tee shirt gracing his toned torso. You were wearing one of his shirts that you had stolen months ago and a small pair of sleep shorts, nothing underneath either piece. His soft chocolate eyes drank in your appearance before stepping over the threshold and engulfing you in his muscular arms. His lips met yours messily, sleep evident in both your beings. He pulled back, breath fanning across your face, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful," he mumbled making you smile and giggle softly holding him close. The oven beeps from the kitchen alerting you to the fact it was now preheated.

"Ooh, the oven is ready!" He spoke excitedly, pulling your hand and guiding you to the kitchen.

"Here is the recipe," you giggled at his childlike demeanor, handing him the cookbook that you had set out earlier. The two of you began to bake, you chose to measure the ingredients because you didn’t trust him to do it right and him sifting them altogether in the bowl. When it came time to mix the wet ingredients in with the dry you put your hands in the bowl as Cal chose to stand behind you, hands slipping under your shirt and cupping your breasts as you worked. You moaned softly at his cold rings on your hot flesh, but the moan got louder as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers, lips going to your neck and sucking gently at the skin, you knew that he was going to leave marks but you were enjoying it too much to tell him to stop. You felt his teeth scrape over the marks he had just made as you started to form the dough into balls and place them on the baking sheet. 

“Cal” you groaned as his hand slid down your body and into the front of your short, dipping the calloused tips of his fingers into your rapidly dampening heat, he began to rub slow circles on your clit, your knees buckled under you as you gripped the counter, but Cal took your hand, sucking your fingers clean of all the cookie dough, his mouth was warm and wet, his teeth gently bumping into your knuckles, a slight pain rapidly soothed but the gentle suck of his mouth. You imagined it must be how his cock feels in your mouth. He took your fingers from your mouth, his lips returning to your neck, biting your earlobe. 

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum on nothing as my fingers grind your clit, let it drip down your leg?” 

“Fuck, Cal!” you screamed, as he ground his bulge into your ass, sucking harshly on your sweet spot and moving faster against your clit, your orgasm rapidly building. “Cal, more” you needed just a little more to send you over the edge and he immediately obliged, his free hand sneaking back underneath your shirt and tuggin on your nippled, rolling it between his fingertips and that was it for you, you came with a scream, your fingers gripping on to the counter as your legs shook, Cals hand between your thighs held you up as your legs couldn’t. Your abs clenched, body lurching slightly forward as his rough fingers kept you at a high for longer than you thought you could. 

“Cal, fuck, Cal” you spat out as you finally came down from your high, your breath coming in pants. Cal took his fingers from your pussy, they glistened with arousal in the low kitchen light, catching your eye, you watched his movements intensely.  He reached for the cookie dough bowl, scooping the final bit of leftover dough onto his two fingers and splitting them apart, cum and cookie dough on each finger. He brought one finger to his own mouth, sucking it clean and releasing a satisfied noise before offering you his other finger which you gladly accepted. It tasted of chocolate and sugar but there was the slight tang of your cum mixed in with the uncooked ingredients. 

You turned around in Cal’s arms, looking him in the eye as you felt his dick press against you, you felt the need to have him, nearly insatiable, the way his pubes tickled the tip of your nose and how soft he felt in your mouth. You held up a finger, signalling him to give you a moment as you slipped from his grasp. Grabbing the baking sheets and placing them in the intensely hot oven before turning back to your wonderfully horny boyfriend who had jumped up and was now sitting on the counter, legs spread and bulge evident as his eyes devoured every inch of you, the rapidly darkening marks on your neck that he had given you, the glisten on your thighs from where you had began to drip, god it all made him want you more. You positioned yourself between his thighs, nails scraping along his sweatpants covered thighs as you got nearer his cock. You looked up at him from between his thighs, eyeing his lip caught between his teeth, holding in moans that built in his throat. You stood up, his face covered with confusion as you tugged his lip from between his teeth. 

“I wanna hear you moan, baby” you whisper, your eyes boring into his, leaning in to kiss him gently, eyelids fluttering closed as your lips meet. “Never hold back again, okay?” you hum as you fell back down so you were mouth level with his cock. You felt the heat radiating off of the warm ove, the cookies baking inside releasing a delicious smell but all you could think about was Cals cock in your mouth. You ran your hand over his bulge, a small whimper coming from the back of his throat at the tender touch. You bit him gently through the cloth, eliciting a moan from him, encouraging you to do more. You reached for his waistband hooking your fingers and pulling down, letting his cock spring free in front of you. Reaching for his hard on, you traced a gentle line up one side, following the pattern of his veins before getting to the tip, you felt as he squirmed under your touch. Without warning you took him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before you went deeper, his tip touched the back of your throat causing you to gag, the sudden contraction of your throat around him made his hips buck upwards, cock going even further down your throat. Your fingernails dug into his hip bone as you saturated to bob your head up and down, his dick hitting the back of your throat with every downward movement. 

“Fuck, Y/n you feel so good, so fucking good,” he moaned, his head falling back and hitting the cabinet, but he didn’t care, his fingers going through your hair. You felt him twitch against your tongue, alerting you to the fact that he was close to cumming. You pulled back, wiping the built up spit from around your lips and look at Calum through your eyelashes. 

“I want you to cum in my pussy” you groaned.

“I want that as well” Calum hummed and just as he was slipping off the counter and grabbing your waist you jumped back. 

“FUCK” you screamed making Cal freakout

“What? Are you okay? What happ-”

“The cookies!” you yell grabbing the oven mits and opening the oven, a cloud of smoke exiting the oven and tainting your vision. You reached in once you could see well enough and pulled the tray of charred treats out. 

“Did you set it on fire?” Cal asked, trying to look over your shoulder. 

“No, they aren’t on fire, they are just burnt to all hell,” you mumble, greatly disappointed at your failed baking endeavor, “Also it wouldn’t have just been me who set them on fire, this” you gestured between the both of you and then to the cookies “was a team effort.” Calum laughed as you set the cookies down, turning the oven off. His hands found your waist, squeezing your hips and pulling upwards signaling for you to jump, which you did. 

“I can think of another team effort I want to do with you” he spoke, leaning into your lips.

“That wasn’t as hot as you thought it was but I love you anyway” you giggle, crashing your lips to his swollen pink ones. His hands on your ass, squeezing the supple flesh and holding you tight to his chest, he walked you both to your bedroom, never leaving from the fight between lips, teeth, and wandering hands. 

The both of you fell onto the bed, Calum hovering over you as his lips stayed on yours, fingers slipping underneath the fabric of your shirt and pulling it up to just above your breast, as soon as the mounds of flesh were uncovered he ducked his head down and took a nipple into his mouth while you finished removing your shirt, as well as awkwardly wiggling out of your shorts, while treasuring the feeling of his lips sucking your pebbled nipples. He pulled back, taking in your naked state, his cock somehow getting even harder as he took in your swollen lips, dazed eyes, and hickey covered neck. He quickly removed his pants, leaving him in just his shirt and you couldn’t help but think of Winnie to Pooh, you giggled as his eyes looked at you to as if he was asking what was funny but instead of answering you stuck your foot out, bunching the fabric between your toes and pulling upwards, effectively removing his shirt from his body. 

“I didn’t know you could do that” he mumbled as he leaned down reattaching your lips with his. 

“I am full of surprises” you mumbled against his full lips. You felt his cock press between your lips, the head teasing your entrance and a moan escaped your lips. His hips eased slowly till you were hip bone to hip bone, every inch of his cock sheathed inside of you, you could practically feel his cock pulsing against your walls as you clenched around him. 

“Fuck, baby, so warm and wet,” he groaned against the shell of you ear as he drew his hips back before pushing forward and into you again. It almost felt like it was too much, how his skin felt slick with sweat as his body gilded against yours, how hot his breath felt, how your walls stretched around him as he pulled in and out of you. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve in your body aware of his gentle touch as he continued to thrust, a familiar heat developing in the bottom of your belly, right where it met his, where your gentle flesh touched. Your toes curled as you dragged your nails down Calum’s back. 

His hands explored your body, running up and down, feeling every curve and bump of your soft body beneath him, there was exhaustion on your tongue and the faintest taste of cookie dough. He felt your nipples rub against his chest, their hardness tugging against his taught flesh as he felt muscles in his lower belly clench. 

“Baby, I’m close” he hummed, continuing to thrust in and out of you, his rate picking up ever so slightly as he felt your pussy clench around him more rapidly. 

“Cum with me, Cal,” you cried as you arched your back into his chest, your fingers tugging at the hair at the nape of Cal’s neck. You felt Cal cum within you, it felt warm and in an odd way comforting, you felt closer than you had ever been. After you had both rode out your highs Cal rolled off of you, both of you in silence as you caught your breath.

As you both lay exhausted in your bed, the smell of burnt cookies still wafting throughout your house but it mostly reeked of sex now. Reaching out you intertwined your hand with Calum’s, turning your head to look at him and finding him already looking at you. 

“Hold my hand and don’t let go” he said in nearly a whisper, squeezing your fingers between his.

“I'm going to have to go to the bathroom at some point, Cal” you giggled, his face mocking extreme hurt. 

“Why can’t you promise me forever?” he cried dramatically, pulling you into his chest and laying on leg over both of yours so you were fully engulfed in his embrace. You laughed at his dramatic antics, enjoying simply existing with him. His fingers traced up and down your back gently soothing you into a nearly asleep state. 

“Baby,” Cal whispered into your hair and you hummed in response. “We have to get ready for bed” he reminded you, pulling you up into a sitting position. You nodded your head slightly before standing up, reaching out for Cal and he grabbed your hand standing with you. You stood in front of the mirror when the dark marks on your neck caught your eye.

“CAL!!” you shouted as you spun to look at him, your hand on your neck touching the tender flesh with the tips of your fingers. 

“Yes babe?” he asked sheepishly, as though he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“How am I supposed to cover these up? There are so many of them and they are so dark!” You exclaimed, slightly exasperated but also very entertained. 

“I'm sure you will figure out a way” he spoke, wrapping his arms around you, continuing to look at your reflection in the mirror. 

“So when can I see you again?” he grinned at you through the mirror, you turned around to meet his gaze, raising your hand and covering his eyes with your palm.

“Right now.” you giggled as you pulled your hand away causing him to laugh at your childish antics. You finished brushing your teeth in silence, Calum using the toothbrush that he kept at yours, the occasional glance to one another making you both smile widely. Once you were both ready, you wandered back to your bed, the sun peeking from beneath the curtains as you finally settled down, falling asleep in each others arms right as the world began to wake up.

Hope yall enjoyed!

@major5sosstan​

[wildfl0wer-meg]

Hi babes, smut prompts 18, 19, and 20 with poly cashton?

I’m so weak for poly!sos

18: you won’t be able to walk tomorrow when I’m through with you.

19: how funny do you think teasing is now?

20: after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy.

warnings: smut! (edging/ teasing, oral (male and female receiving), very light d/s dynamics, light bi!cashton

bi!cashton x fem!reader

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Out of all of the things that you enjoyed in your relationship with Calum and Ashton, the once a month when they would decide to spoil you on a shopping trip had to be a favorite.

It was always random, and never planned. You’d wake up one morning and they’d tell you to get ready so you can go shopping, and of course you never argued.

You’d been to a couple stores already, and Calum and Ashton had both helped you pick out a few things. When you saw their favorite and expensive lingerie store coming up you smile to yourself and pretend that you don’t see it.

“Mr. Hood and Mr. Irwin!” The lady smiles as they lead you inside.

“Hello Susan, how many time do I have to say that you don’t need to call us by our last names? It’s just Calum and Ashton,” Calum smiles as he walks over to the bralette area.

“Is there anything that sticks out, princess?” Ashton asks as he leans to whisper in your ear, You look around the store, a few other couples as well as women on their own wander around.

You walk to begin to search the racks of clothes, Ashton looking close by when you here a giggle followed by Calum chuckle.

Looking up you’re quickly able to spot Calum, across the store in the underwear section. A girl stands next to him, batting her eyes flirtatiously. The tape measure that she plays with that hangs loosely around her neck gives away that she works their and you instantly pout, trying to brainstorm a way to get Calum’s attention back on you.

Your eyes spot an extremely revealing set close by. It was lace and soft, which were both of your boyfriend’s favorite materials, as well as red which Ashton said flattered your skin tone.

“Excuse me?” You smile at the older lady who greeted your boyfriend’s at the door. “I would like to try on his set...”

Susan leads you to the dressing rooms with a smile. “Here’s the matching robe as well sweetheart, I’ll let your boyfriends know that you’re in here,” You thank her before closing the door, slowly peeling off your clothes as you redress into the lingerie.

“You have to show us, babygirl,” Ashton hums as he knocks on the door and you call out with a smile saying that you’re coming out as you wrap the robe around yourself and unlock the door.

Calum smirks as you step out, his chin resting on his fists as he watches you. Ashton’s leaning against the wall near you as he reaches out to touch the robe around you, you’re quick to smack his hand away.

“Wait,” you glare and the man smirks as you let the robe drop to the floor. Calum smiles finally leaning back.

“God you’re so pretty, princess,” Calum says as he stands up and walks over to you, you let him grab your waist as he spins you around to look at the full set.

A cheeky smile finds your face as you lean into him, pressing your ass against his crotch. He quickly grabs your hips as you teasingly sway them but before he gets too into it you pull away and smile before happily skipping back into the dressing room to get redressed.

“Fucking tease,” you hear Calum groan and you giggle to yourself.

You spend the rest of the day doing the same. Whenever given the chance you were “accidentally” rubbing up against one of them or your hand rubbed up against them whenever you reached over their laps.

This goes on for a few more hours and by the time you’re back at their car ready to head home you’re exhausted, but they’re not.

You climb into the backseat, expecting Ashton to drive and Calum ride in the passenger seat like they normally do but they have different plans when Calum climbs in next to you.

“Calum...?” You ask and he just shakes his head.

“You really thought that after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy.” He chuckles as you gulp seeing the fire behind his eyes.

As Ashton pulls out of the parking lot Calum’s hand finds your thigh and he pulls you over to him so that you’re straddling him. He roughly grabs your jaw before kissing you and his kiss is just as rough. He bites your lip before letting his tongue slip into your mouth and despite you knowing that Ashton should be driving you can feel his eyes burning into you both through the review mirror.

It’s not long before Ashton is pulling up to the house and getting out, Calum pulls away from you and drags you out of the car, forgetting all of the bags inside.

You’re quickly taken inside and you don’t even have enough time to kick off your shoes before Calum is pushing you on up the stairs and into your room.

Ashton is already waiting. “That was quite the show you two put on,” he smirks and you smile nervously at him as Calum’s fingertips tease your sides, his face already buried in your neck. “Come on Cal,” Ashton calls him away, Calum begrudgingly pulls away, glaring at his boyfriend who just chuckles at him and quickly walks over, letting his hands wander to Calum’s back.

You watch with a small smile as Calum closes his eyes and enjoys Ashton who kisses the back of his neck before pulling his shirt over his head. Ashton’s hand rubs over Calum’s now bare back before kissing it softly and turning his attention to you. He grins almost kindly when he sees the softness in your eyes for your boyfriend.

“Get undressed, princess,” Ashton says and you quickly get to work but you dont take your eyes off of your boyfriends.

Ashton takes his shirt off as well, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down to leave him in only his boxers.

Calum follows Ashton’s lead, and you smile at him. Calum always listened and followed Ashton’s orders. You enjoyed teasing him about it at certain times because Calum would never admit it.

Calum quickly snaps his attention back to you soon. A smirk falling onto his mouth as he walks over to you and pushes you lightly so that you would lay on the bed.

He hovers over you, admiring you momentarily before he roughly kisses you. His teeth nip at your lip and you smile against his lips as you let his tongue push into your mouth.

You can hear Ashton walking closer to the bed slowly, coming around the the left side and the bed dips as he sits down.

Calum pulls away from you, his eyes glancing over to Ashton before he begins to kiss down your neck and onto your body. He stops over your breasts, his lips and tongue teasing your nipples before he goes lower and your breath hitches, eyes moving to look at Ashton.

Calum kisses your thighs softly, sucking harshly after a moment and you whimper at the thought of the marks that he’s leaving. As he moves to your core he makes eye contact with you, a cheekily and yet sinister smirk permanently etched onto his face as he dives it.

You gasp, his tongue is cold compared to your center and as it flicks over your clit you moan, hips stuttering. Ashton reaches over to hold your hips down, and he moves so that he’s able to kiss you.

“Tell Calum how he’s making your feel...” Ashton says as he pulls away and you look down at the head between your legs as Calum roughly sucks and licks at you.

“Fuck,” you moan, “so good Cal—you make me feel so good,” you reach down to grip at his hair that has gotten extremely long over quarantine.

Ashton doesn’t kiss you again, he just watches as you get closer to your orgasm. “Calum!” You moan loudly, pulling at his hair as you push your head back into the pillows, eyes squeezed shut. You’re right on the brink when he pulls away completely and sits up. He licks his lips that are shiny with your juices and he wipes off his face.

“Calum,” you whine, bucking your hips up. “Please...”

He chuckles, “how funny do you think teasing is now?” He asks and Ashton laughs as well.

“Ashton?” You ask as you look over at your other boyfriend and he chuckles as well as he stands up and lets his underwear fall to the floor as he takes Calum’s spot between your thighs.

“If you’re a good girl and suck off Calum as I fuck you, maybe we’ll think about letting you cum,” Ashton smiles and flips you over into your hands and knees. Calum takes off his boxers and slides to sit at the head of the bed under you and you let out a shaky breath.

Ashton smirks and he slowly pushes into you, leaning over to whisper in your ear as he bottoms out. “you won’t be able to walk tomorrow when I’m through with you.”

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[simpleserendipity]

5 More Minutes | Calum Hood | Mature

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (established relationship)

Warning: smut, dirty talk, fingering and like over stimulation if you squint

Word count: 1,950 words

You rolled back over to face Calum and reached across the bed in search of Calum. You couldn’t ignore the aching pit in your stomach anymore. You pat your hand around until you find his thigh. You open your eyes slowly with a grin on your face. You rolled over and saw him sleeping on his side, his hair was a mess and his mouth slightly parted. His arms resting around his head on the bed. You watch his toned chest rise and fall as he breathes. You scoot closer to his body and lift his arm. You move his arm around you and you cuddle closer into him, loving the feeling of the warmth beside you. You use a hand to trace shapes on his chest, You move your free hand to his hair, running your fingers through the messy curls. You couldn’t wait any longer. You move in closer and you kiss his jaw trailing down to his neck. You feel him stir a little, his lips graze your ear, "Good morning to you too," You look up to see his eyes cracked open slightly. He chuckles at you and pulls you in closer, "Five more minutes then this can continue this..." He closes his eyes all the way again, a faint smirk across his face as he goes back to sleep. "But Cal..."  You whine, hating these moments where he made you wait when you wanted him so desperately, "I want you now..." You shrug his arms off you and push him onto his back in one swift motion. You move over to straddle him, his eyes wide open now. He puts his hands behind his head and looks up at you, "Someone is a little needy this morning aren't they angel?" The cocky grin on his face doesn’t do anything but make you want him anymore. You roll your eyes at the nickname, something he teasingly called you once but it elicited such a reaction that he decided to continue to call you that. You lean down to kiss him, “Calum please…” You whined a bit louder. Your lips meet softly and Calum's hands make their way from behind his head to your hips. You break the kiss and pull off Calum's shirt that you were wearing. Your body is left covered by nothing but your white lace thong. "Five more minutes..." "Why not now?" You complain and pout, hoping that today would be one of those days that Calum can’t help but give into you. "Cause I said so..." He remains stern about wanting five more minutes. I think it’s mainly because he loves how easily he can control you once he’s made you wait. "Please..." You begged, tracing your fingers around his collar bones. "This is not happening right now." He laughs, "Five more minutes if you can be patient, angel." He teases. "I'll try..." You climb off him and huff. You rolled onto your back and crossed your arms over your bare chest. You could practically hear the time ticking in your head. Calum rolled over to face away from you and soon after you could hear his snores start up again. You closed your eyes and tried to go to sleep again. You couldn't stop thinking of the feeling of his hands on your body and it was making it hard to sleep. You rolled onto your side and let your fingers trace the muscles of his back. “Angel what did I say?” He doesn’t move at all, just ignored you, and continues to go back to sleep. You nudged Cal again, "Calum please..." You peaked over his shoulder at his face. "Go to sleep." He smirked in his sleep, "You're being annoying." You nodded and laid on your back again. You kept trying to ignore the feeling and sleep. You clamped your eyes shut for another few minutes before you couldn't take it anymore. You rolled back onto your side again, "Cal," You pressed your chest to his back, "Please I can't wait any longer. I really want you..." You whined, you were never afraid to beg from him. Calum loved hearing the begging from you, so he would go out of his way like this to make you beg. Calum clicked his tongue, "Tsk tsk tsk..." He moved to roll over to face you, "So needy this morning, aren't you? Couldn't even wait five measly minutes." He gripped your jaw and you nodded. His lips began to grace your temples then down the side of your face. "Please Cal more..." You pushed both of your hands on his chest. “You can’t even listen to a simple demand…” He groans, “Why should I help you then?” “Calum please,” You huffed, “I’ll do anything you ask.” “See you say that,” Calum clicks his tongue, “But you won’t even give me five more minutes as I asked.” You hum, not giving a verbal answer. Calum’s lips trace down your neck before he pulls back to look at you, "My angel is so needy," He smirked at you before rolling you onto your back and began to hover over you, "Tell me what do you want?" You rolled your eyes, "Please just get on with it," You groaned, closing your eyes, "You know what I want!" You shouted, gripping the bedsheets beside you. He took one hand to run up and down your body with a feather-light touch, setting your skin ablaze. "I don't know if I do know what you want." Calum teases. "Cal stop this," You rolled your head back into the sheets, "I want you so bad." "What does that mean?" Calum grins as You let out some indiscriminate whines. He laughs slightly, taking the hand from your body to brush some hair out of your face. Fingers were tracing his fingers down your cheekbone, "So why don't you just tell me?" "Cause that's so embarrassing!" You rolled your head to look away from him. "Why are you being so shy, angel?" Calum pressed his lips to your jaw, moving down your jaw. He takes his hand from your hair down to your breast, pinching your nipple, earning a yelp from you. He makes his way to your neck, kissing across your collar bones before heading to the valley between your breasts. "Cal..." You whined louder as his lips got lower. "What is it, angel?" He glances up from you from right by the band of your underwear. "Cal take them off..." You squirmed as You felt his lips attach to your stomach again for a moment. "Good girl, telling me what she wants." He slid off your underwear at a painfully slow pace, "What do you want now?" He asked, his fingers ghosting over your body again. "Your fingers Cal please..." You whined. "Well if that's what you want angel..." Calum held two of his fingers up to your mouth, You tentatively took them in your mouth and sucked on them. He pulled them out of your mouth and brought them lower. He pushed them in slowly, "Please faster..." You whined again. Calum pulls his fingers out and looks at you, "Are you going to keep whining, or are you going to be a good girl and let me use you?" He looked annoyed. You squeezed your eyes shut, "I'll be good." You answered quickly, knowing he won’t hesitate to stop if you disobey. His fingers quickly found their way back in, he was still moving at a super slow pace. You bit your lip and didn't let yourself say anything. "See you're doing so good now angel," He curled his fingers and started to pick up the pace, "So good." You let out a loud moan as he hit that one spot that makes your toes curl and Calum just smirked with satisfaction. You bit your lip again, so sure you were biting hard enough to draw blood. He quickened the pace until You was on edge, your hands you're gripping the sheets as tight as possible. "Cal..." You moaned out, clamping a hand over your mouth, afraid that any sound could cause him to stop. He laughed slightly and pulled his fingers out, "You're such a mess. You’re dripping all over the sheets for me," Calum smirked looking down at his handiwork, "I can't wait any longer angel." He stopped to take off his boxers. You were practically squirming around on the bed in anticipation. He tossed his boxers to the side and grabbed a condom from his bedside table, grateful he had bought a new box a few days ago. He quickly put it on and turned back to you. Calum moved back over to hover over you again. With no warning, he snapped his hips into you. "Cal!" You shouted as he thrust slowly, "Please go faster... please..." You begged, reaching one hand into his hair and the other to his back. "Are you whining again? I thought you said you would be good?" Calum looked down at you. "I'll be good." You nodded, biting your lip to hold back your words. He continued to thrust at a painfully slow rate and this continues for a few minutes. He was smiling at how easily his motions were driving you insane and causing you to squirm. One of Calum’s hands finds its way to your hip and holds you steady, “If you don’t stop moving, I’m gonna have to put that leg over your shoulder and fuck you until you’re shaking.” His voice snaps at you as he picks up his speed. “Calum please…” You whined louder as your chest was heavy and your hops began to rock against his. Calum's voice snaps you back to reality, "Angel I thought I told you to quit moving..." He takes one hand and puts it on your thigh. You knew what was next, he pulled your leg to rest over his shoulder. He stared at your face, making sure You were okay as he did every time he did this. You gave a small nod. Calum picks up his pace again, "So good..." You threw your head back before digging your nails into his back. "You're so loud this morning..." Calum grunts as he begins to thrust harder, finally hitting your g spot roughly. You let a strong of lewd sounds escape your mouth as a response, causing Calum to grin, "Such a good girl for me." He reached his hand down slowly to your clit. He began to rub your clit slowly in circles, tortuously slow "Calum it's too-" You let out a louder groan as you near the edge, "Too much..." You whined again, louder than before because the stimulation was becoming too overwhelming. Calum rolled his eyes at your reactions, “Let me hear you, baby.” He said as if you haven’t been whining at his every ministration. You felt the thrusts get sloppier, you both came at the same time. Calum rolled off of you and onto his back, taking a moment to catch his breath.  “Holy shit…” You breathed out, just as breathless as Cal and he chuckled. You rolled your head to the side and watched his chest rise and fall. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments while you stared at him. He sighed before rolling over to get up. He stood up and tied the condom off before chucking it in the bin, across the room before returning to the bed. "I'm going back to sleep," He laid down onto his back, holding an arm out, "Are you going to lay down with you or not?" You grinned, scooting over under his arm again, and drifted off to sleep again.

[cal-puddies]

Peace // Ashton Irwin

Sometimes Crys and I don't sleep and we come up with harebrained ideas. She said she's been wanting me to write another Ash piece for awhile and I kinda just stopped because she covers the Ash space now and I like how banter-y she makes him. So anyway, the idea got tossed around for a few minutes and it took me maybe a day to write this. I hope you all enjoy.

Shouts to my Otter for making the graphic, as always! @kindahoping4forever!!!

Warnings: sleepy, soft, boyf ash fresh from tour sex.

Word Count: 1655

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Ash watches you sleep. He’s happy to be home with you, happy you moved in right before he left.

He’s tired, but the change from sleeping on the bus to sleeping in his bed usually was a little rough for him. And then also adjusting to having you in bed too… well, it led to a restless night and a 4 am wake up.

He gently swipes the hair off your face. He likes you here, even if he knows it’s something he’ll have to adjust to every time he leaves or comes home.

He can’t help himself, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. He instantly feels bad as your eyes start to flutter, he thinks you’ll fully wake up and pull away from his body, and he likes you so close.

He watches your eyes focus and find him, you don’t pull away. “Hey you.” You murmur.

He cups your cheek, “Sorry I woke you.”

You frown, “s’fine baby. I’d rather be up with you than you up by yourself.” You think for a minute, taking in the lack of sun streaming into the room, “can’t sleep?”

“Yeah, it’s normal when I get back from tour. Couple days to a couple weeks typically.” He sighs, moving his hand to your waist. “I like you here though.” He flashes a quick smile.

“Yeah… it’s not the worst place I could be.” You agree. “It’s not the couch in the studio.”

“What’re you talking about? That couch is amazing. Everyone…”

“No one likes that couch!” You laugh, cutting him off.

“Cal likes that couch!” He laughs.

“Of course your boyfriend does…” you giggle. You quickly stop yourself knowing it’s super early, and Matt is home. “Are you tired? Or not really?”

“I’m exhausted but my body is just not used to this.” He admits. His hand caresses over your body in a gentle way, he’s not meaning it to be sexual, mostly just wants to re-familiarize himself with your skin and curves. He knows it all like the back of his hand when he’s home, and it’s safe to say he misses it when he’s on the road. He misses you.

“Well…” you think for a minute, “it’s dark in here, we’re in bed, no phone use. Pretty optimal sleeping temp for you…”

“I know… it’s perfect for sleeping.” He nods, “you did great… and you naked next to me… definitely a plus.” He leans in for a kiss and you tangle your fingers in his hair. His hand gently trails down your side, “think I have an idea…” he murmurs, pulling your thigh up on his hip and moving you both to being on your sides, facing each other.

“Oh…” you grin against his lips. “You woke me up for this.” You adjust your leg, pulling yourself closer to him.

“No no no.” He chuckles, “it just came to me and I figured you’d want to help me out.”

“Well I can be persuaded. And I know you need the sleep.” You pout.

“So gracious, love.” He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours. He deepens the kiss and his hands explore more of your body, rubbing on your thighs, carefully palming your breasts, tweaking your nipples. He kneads your ass a bit, and then adjusts his hard cock so it’s  splitting your lips. He gently moves his hips, sliding between your lips, against your clit.

Your breath hitches, it’s been too long since you had him, you wanna feel him fill you so bad but you don’t want to rush it. You love the reintroduction sessions you get to have with him. And he seems set on taking his time with the touching and teasing.

His lips move to your neck, a quiet moan of “Ash,” spills out of your mouth. He continues moving his lips down, replacing his cock with his fingers, rubbing circles on your clit while his lips and tongue pay attention to your nipples.

“Getting so wet for me.” He murmurs, pressing wet kisses between your breasts and back up to your neck.

You press your lips to his forehead, “please.” You hum.

He kisses back down, you watch him mouth your tits, enveloping one of your nipples between his lips, sucking and teasing with his tongue. He pulls his fingers from your clit and gently pushes his two middle fingers into you. You shudder and he switches his mouth to your other breast. You look down and push his dark curls off his forehead and he looks up at you. He grins at you, quickly going back to work.

You thread your fingers in his hair and grip, tugging, biting into your lip to keep from making too much noise. You pull on his hair to pull him up, and you moan into his mouth the second it’s on yours. “Please Ash, need you… need your heavy cock.” You whimper against his ear.

He withdraws his fingers and grabs your jaw, he turns your head to the side, “I can feel how much you need me… need you too, need you wrapped around me.” He let’s go of your jaw and pushes the two wet fingers between your lips. You diligently clean them and smile into the kiss you get when he pulls them out. “You ready love?” He asks, rubbing your thigh, you nod at him, “me too.” He agrees, a soft smile crossing his face.

He resituates you both on your sides, facing each other, you rest your bent leg on his hip and he guides his tip in, he watches you gasp, and decides to let you adjust for a minute. He pulls your body closer, pushing himself further in, and then he settles. You press your face into his chest, “missed you.” You murmur.

“Missed you too.” He says into the top of your head.

You hold him close as he starts to slowly work his hips. He gets a steady rhythm and you look up for a kiss. He notices that you aren’t making a lot of noise, and even the slight noise you make against his mouth is less than anticipated, even if you are trying to be quiet.

Ash makes a split second decision. He quickly pulls out and turns you, pushing you on to your back against the mattress, he pulls your leg over his hip and guides himself in, and then moves his top leg between yours, giving him good leverage and full access to your body. Your head immediately goes back against the pillows and your jaw drops. “Oh god… that angle.” You moan, much louder than you mean to.

“There it is… missed that.” He grins, kissing you. He keeps his pace slow, drawing whimpers and moans from you, he spends time lavishing his tongue over your nipples, enjoying every sound you make for him. “Feel good?” He presses his lips to yours.

“So good… holy fuck.” You nod. “Baby… what if… faster? If the goal is to get you sleepy?” You ask around shallow breaths.

“Can you stay quiet? Don’t wanna wake Matt up.” He asks, pressing his lips to yours. You mumble a ‘yes’, and he starts to move his hips faster, works himself deeper.

You immediately have to pull him in to keep you muffled, mouth either pressed to his or into his skin, nails digging at the star tattoo. Ash is loving it, how tightly you cling to him.

Ash groans in your ear, “fuck baby… missed you like this.” His hot breath coats your neck as he pants. “Open and all for me.”

You’re straining to keep quiet, trying hard to not be any louder than the sound of skin on skin, his hot breath on your neck, his grunts in your ear to egg you on.

He relents only when he thinks you might actually scratch his tattoo clear off. He slows his pace, taking deep and long strokes. “Oh god… just like that.” You pant. He keeps it up until your soft whines indicate you’re about to cum and he pulls out completely. “Ash! Please.” You cry out.

“I know love.” He murmurs. Trying to soothe you. He quickly moves you again, he sits up against the headboard and he pulls you on top of him, chest to chest. “Want you right here.” He holds your face between both hands and gives you the softest kiss, shifting the mood. Ash’s hands and lips worship your body, touching every inch of you while guiding you in a slow rhythm on his cock.

You pull him into a desperate kiss, “baby… I’m gonna…” you whine quietly.

“I’m right there too, love. Cum for me.” He encourages.

You rest your head against his shoulder, “feels so good.” You start sucking at his skin and he feels you squeeze around him. He pushes his hands against your upper back, pulling you against him. He feels you shudder as the orgasm works through your body, and he starts cumming, pumping you full. He keeps a tight grip on you and quickly moves you to your back, him on top of you.

He gives you a couple shallow thrusts before pulling out. He presses a couple soft kisses along your collarbone, pushing himself up, he lands on his back next to you and he does his best to hold in a yawn while you watch him. “I’d like to go on record and say that was anything but boring.” You whisper.

“You are absolutely correct. Not at all boring, but exactly what I needed to wear me out.” He rolls on this side and trails his fingers over your body. He reaches over you to grab for the shirt you took off before crawling in bed, he quickly cleans you up and then you're both resituated under the blanket with Ash’s head on your chest. He barely whispers “love you,” before falling asleep.

You gently rub your hands over his shoulders, “love you. Glad you’re home.”