#i gasped-----i feel this bit so much more strongly now

[therentyoupay]

“This year has been kind of wild, hasn’t it?” Anna muses much, much later that evening, well into the second round of dessert. Elsa looks up, startled by the wave of somber thoughtfulness from Anna’s side of the table. She isn’t quite sure what’s going on in her own headspace, let alone her sister’s.

“I mean,” Anna’s face crumbles, and she hides it poorly, “between me moving around so much, and finding my new job, and. You know. Dealing with Hans.”

Elsa’s fingers tighten imperceptibly on the handle of her fork. She lets Anna talk, and offers her a single encouraging nod, precise and controlled. Anna’s mouth is brave, tiny smiles and courageous words, but her eyes glisten with disappointment, with fear, with countless questions that Elsa cannot answer.

“I guess I wasn’t expecting my life to really… turn out like this?”

That makes two of us, Elsa can’t help but think but doesn’t dare let the thought rise any closer to the surface. These thoughts are not fair, she knows. They are not real, or maybe they are, but perhaps they shouldn’t be; Elsa has made her own decisions, and Anna has made hers—because Anna is an adult, because she’s starting to think like one—and now the two of them are left to pick up the pieces.

“I can understand that feeling,” Elsa shares, reluctant to offer anything more encouraging, such as no one does, really, or there’s still so much more, and your life isn’t over yet. “Sometimes plans change.”

Anna makes a face. “Sometimes for the better,” she mutters darkly, grimacing into her cup of cold tea. Elsa faintly wonders when Anna will think to reheat it but lets her make that choice on her own; she tries to keep a tally in her head, these days, of how many choices she consciously relents to Anna. She knows Anna does not notice. “Like. A hell of a lot better.”

Elsa cracks an amused grin at the grit in Anna’s voice, of fire and violence, and you won’t fool me again, and allows herself a deep sigh of unexpected relief.

“It’s okay to blame me, you know,” Anna’s confession cuts through the contented haze of Elsa’s awareness. Her sister’s eyes are so honest, and all over again, Anna is breaking, breaking her heart. “You gave up your doctoral program for me.”

Elsa turns her gaze to the contents of her mug, still warm. Whatever she says next will stay in Anna’s heart forever; she wants to make sure the words are the right ones.

“I did,” she answers eventually. “But I left for me, too.”

“But you’ve been waiting for that opportunity your whole life,” Anna insists, and her cheeks are dry but there are tears in her voice, in her throat, in her essence. “You want it. And you gave it up, because I’m a mess.”

“No,” Elsa corrects. “I withdrew because life is a mess.” She thinks in sudden waves and flashes—of freedom, of feeling trapped by four walls and a bedroom set of furniture, of opportunity, of wanting escape but not knowing how to find it, of feeling crowded and alone, of realizing that control is relative and everything and nothing, and says, “It may not have been the best thing to do, but it was the best decision we could have made at the time. It happened because it needed to happen.” Elsa lets that sink in. “And I’ll go back someday.”

“When?” Anna wants to know.

But Elsa still doesn’t really have an answer.

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[littlejuicebox]

Do you miss it, little love?

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader/Tav

Summary/Setting: 10 years post BG3. Follows my HC for Astarion redemption arc. This is timed a few months after the elf turns mortal. For more info, see “The wish spell worked.” But never fear, you can read it as a one shot if you’re new around these parts.

Rating/Warnings: M, 18+ only, soft smut, fluff, PiV, light breeding kink vibes, light overstim, CW kinda?, soft Astarion

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A/N: They’re so in love guys. Crying in the club.

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Warm, slender fingers trace a line across the fang marks on your neck. A single reverent kiss is placed upon the two tiny dots, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Ten years of memory is a long time. Even though fangs will never be inserted into those small notches again, the mere suggestion of the act is enough to cause your sex to clench. It’s practically an instinct by now; biting and lovemaking had been so intertwined for years.

The sensation of your walls quivering causes your lover to buck his hips forward, burying himself entirely within you. A soft moan escapes his lips as he watches you through thick eyelashes. His face is illuminated in an amber glow by the candles flickering around your bedchamber; his hands are pressed into the silken bedsheets.

He’d just bathed not long ago. His hair is still partly damp and he smells so strongly of his signature scent.

He smells like comfort. He smells like safety.

“Do you miss it, little love?” Astarion asks, voice husky, dripping with lust. He lowers his mouth to your neck again and trails tender kisses to the spot just behind your ear that always makes you purr in delight. The sound causes a satisfied smirk to cross the elf’s face as his breath dances upon your skin.

“Sometimes,” You admit before lifting your hand up to rest it upon your husband’s chest, right by his heart. It beats a steady, stable, mortal thrum nowadays. You gasp when you feel blunted teeth graze against your earlobe before murmuring, “But the trade off is much better.”

Another roll of Astarion’s hips compels you to raise your own, desperate to meet him. Your husband retracts his teeth from your earlobe and moves to tenderly press his lips against yours. It’s a soft, slow, gentle kiss where his tongue barely dips to the entrance of your mouth.

In the warmth of your bed, in the glow of a dozen candles, there’s no need to be eager nor frantic here.

You feel the elf’s heartbeat kick up a few notches as he repeats his slow, deep thrusts, plunging himself into you a few more times. The sensation of his thick length languidly dragging against your walls makes you whine for him.

Astarion lets out an appreciative moan as he buries himself to the hilt within you. Then he ceases his movements entirely, simply reveling in the feeling of you wrapped tightly around him. He breaks the kiss and brings a hand to the side of your face before pressing his forehead against yours.

Another snap of his hips, this one a bit harder. Another breathy moan from you.

“And what, little love, is the best part of the trade off?” He asks in a purr as the hand held to your cheek trails back down to your neck. His nimble fingers lightly, lovingly graze against those pinprick marks again, causing you to shiver once more.

“Besides the most obvious things, like you being able to stand in the sun?” You ask, bringing your other hand to trace along the point of your husband’s ear, causing his breath to catch.

The pinna instantly flushes, as do his cheeks.

“Too many things to name, really. For one, I love watching your ears turn so deliciously pink every time I do this.” You whisper, repeating the motion again and ripping a moan from Astarion in the process.

“I— they’ve gotten more sensitive since the change.” Astarion admits as his eyes roll back into his head when you gently grasp the shell of his ear between your thumb and forefinger.

You hum in acknowledgment as you continue your ministrations. You add a bit more pressure, causing the elf to gasp in delight. A euphoric grin spreads across his face as his eyes shut, focused on the feeling of your hand. It isn’t long before Astarion is rolling his hips again in time with your fingers.

You feel your pleasure building now as his cock begins to pump in and out of you at a steady pace.

“B-but what I’m most excited about is the potential to start a family,” You admit breathlessly, causing Astarion to growl and briskly snap his hips forward, sinking himself so deeply the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix. You keen in a mixture of surprise and delight.

His cheeks are stained pink from his arousal. Gorgeous.

His eyes snap open and he peers down at you through half drooped lids, pupils blown wide with lust. He’s beginning to lose his breath as he changes the angle of his hips just slightly, aiming to hit that perfect little spot inside your sex.

“You want me to put a baby in you, is that it, darling?” Astarion asks, trying desperately to cling to his control. He knows the answer. He just loves to hear it.

“Yes, my love,” You whimper, your eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock presses insistently into your walls.

He’s rutting harder into you now, setting an almost punishing pace. One of his hands comes up to protect your skull from slamming into the headboard from the sheer force of his efforts.

He’s close. The beautiful noises you’re making are almost enough to make him lose it. But he wants you to get there first, wants to push you over the edge so that he can follow.

Before, in instances like this, he would sink his fangs into your flesh and coax a release from you that way. But in the past few months, he’d had to adapt his tactics and find other ways to pleasure you.

He knows you need more.

Your husband presses himself flush against your body and smoothly rolls you both so that you are now astride.

At one point, he never would’ve willingly allowed this loss of control. But the two of you are far past that now.

You are gazing down at your lover, face flushed as you lay your hands on his chest. He angles his hips just so, knowing that when you rock your hips back, the tip of his cock will press right where you want it and when you rock forward, his pelvis will provide perfect stimulation to your clit.

You were made for him.

Or he was made for you.

You two were made for each other.

He smiles softly as he looks up at you, “You are so beautiful.”

You smile at him through hooded lids and then begin to rock your hips, sheathing and unsheathing his length with your sex. Before long you two have found a rhythm that makes both of your mouths drop open in pleasure.

Both of Astarion’s hands come to your hips, and he presses down, adding more pressure, forcing you to grind further into him. He’s guiding your movements now, using the sheer strength of his arms to rock you back and forth atop him.

You gasp and lower your body so that every movement of your pelvis causes your breasts to drag along the elf’s chest. The sensation sends a line of goosebumps trailing up Astarion’s torso.

You bring your hand back to your husband’s ear, gripping onto the lobe. A shocked moan escapes Astarion’s lips and he suddenly bucks, stuttering the rhythm you two have created before finding it again.

“Little love,” He gasps, his eyes rolling back once more, “If you keep doing that I won’t last much longer.”

You don’t respond because you’re so close it’s all you can focus on. A few more rolls of your hips, the sensation of Astarion’s thick cock stretching you wide, and you’re sent over the edge into ecstasy.

You cry out when you reach your peak and your walls begin greedily clenching around your lover. As your orgasm ripples through your body, you grasp harder onto your husband’s ear and pull down slightly.

“Fucking hells—“ He chokes out and then he’s slamming himself into you, pressing his pelvis as close to yours as he can manage with the force of his hands on your hips. You continue to throb around him as he spills his warm seed inside with a loud groan.

You manage to open your eyes and catch the final moments of your husband’s orgasm. His eyes have slammed shut and his mouth is agape. Both his ears are positively red with arousal. He’s still gripping onto you, fingers pressed firmly into flesh as the final ropes of his spend bury themselves in your walls.

Beautiful.

And then suddenly Astarion’s cock becomes over sensitive and he gasps, his thighs are trembling as he uses the last of his energy to continue shakily thrusting into you.

It always feels divine. Perhaps more divine as a mortal than it ever felt as a vampire.

He doesn’t want to stop, despite having already reached his peak.

Your lips press against his and Astarion’s focus is pulled back to you. His hips still as you bring both your hands behind his head, threading your fingers between his damp curls. A contented hum escapes him as he focuses on the tender kiss; you sigh and practically melt into your husband.

After a few moments, you break the kiss and rest your head on his chest, listening to the stable thrum of his heart. One of the elf’s hands comes up to your back while the other rests on your bottom, simply holding you against him. He’s still inside of you, albeit soft. Your mutual arousals begin to drip between the two of you, but it’s no matter.

“Do you miss it, Astarion?” You ask, lifting your head up to peer curiously into your husband’s eyes. They’re green now, not red. But still just as gorgeous.

Astarion hums as he considers, staring back adoringly at you while you bring your hands to card through his curls.

“Sometimes,” He admits, mirroring your confession from earlier, “But like you said, darling, the trade off is much better.”

You positively glow when you beam at him and then he brings a hand to your chin, pulling you back for another soft kiss.

Astarion knew mortal life would certainly be far better than undeath. It already had been these few short months. And creating a new life between the two of you? He knew that would be incomparable.

In this moment, neither of you were aware you already had.

[sxcret-garden]

ღ Ateez San & Wooyoung x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.8k ღ genre: smut (soft dom!San, soft dom!Wooyoung, threesome, fingering (vaginal & anal), unprotected sex, double penetration, multiple orgasms) ღ reader: has a vagina and breasts, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: none ღ prompt: “Oh, is that how you like it?”

Author’s note: Igby, this one’s for you <3

“Relax, baby,” San breathes in between kisses, his lips capturing yours again a mere second later to ease you into an unhurried rhythm. His palms rest on your upper arms, the warmth radiating off of them enveloping you in an air of comfort - quite in contrast to the burning kisses Wooyoung is scattering all over the back of your neck. He has one hand placed on your hip, steadying you, while the other is drawing soothing circles on your ass. You moan into San’s kiss when you can feel the other guy’s fingernails digging into your flesh, only for his digits to dance towards the inside of your thighs next. Heat rushes to your core, and the desire to have him play with your cunt is undeniable. But you know they have other plans, so you hold tight. With a disappointed whine from your side, San’s lips leave yours, and now Wooyoung speaks up.

“Spread your legs for us, baby,” he mutters while you’re kneeling in between them on top of your bed. “And we’re gonna take real good care of you.” With San wrapping his arms around you to steady you, you do as told, and when you feel Wooyoung’s finger starting to tease your ass, you arch your back into his touch without thinking. Your eyelids flutter shut at the unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation, and you can hear San chuckling at your reaction.

“Feels good?” he asks as the digit is removed from your behind, and you look up at him with a hint of disappointment in your gaze. San’s hand finds your cheek, and there’s a barely noticeable pout appearing on his lips as he brushes his thumb against the soft skin on your face.

“It’s gonna feel even better soon,” Wooyoung says from behind you, spreading a generous amount of lube on his fingers before he starts prodding at your hole again and it makes you suck in a sharp breath.

“Y-yeah,” you respond weakly, worried about the state the two are going to put you in if this much is already affecting you so strongly. But you trust them both to take care of you, so you don’t spend too much time dwelling on the thought, instead letting yourself enjoy the tingles running through your whole body as Wooyoung slowly but steadily works his fingers into your hole, stretching you out carefully. “Fuck…” you mutter a curse as the pleasure keeps building up, and you relax into San’s embrace. “M-more.”

“More what, baby?” San asks, and you gasp as Wooyoung is pumping two fingers in and out of you now. The guy in front of you lets one hand wander your body, fingertips tracing your shapes as he gradually navigates south.

“W-want you to touch me too…” you manage to say, and surely enough as San is chuckling at your request, Wooyoung teases,

“Oh, is that how you like it? Stuffed full by the both of us?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, and surely enough San doesn’t let you wait. You shiver at the way he runs his fingers through your folds, and you whine as you hear him comment on how wet you are.

“You’re fucking soaked…” he mutters through gritted teeth, clearly affected by how turned on you are. 

“Shit, don’t tell us you’re gonna cum from this alone?” Wooyoung questions, and from the absence of his usual teasing tone you can tell he’s actually surprised.

“M-maybe,” you choke up, your hips now rocking back and forth, as the pace at which they’re pumping in and out of you matches with your rhythm. “F-fuck, I-” Your thighs are starting to shake, your high building up in the pit of your stomach, and when San angles his hand a bit differently so that with each of your movements your clit grazes his palm, you know the edge isn’t far off. “C-can I cum…? P-please let me c-cum,” you whine, just before reaching the point of no return. You can still hear them giving you permission, but it would’ve been too late anyway - the orgasm overwhelms you, shaking you whole as you convulse around both San’s and Wooyoung’s fingers, and when you’re coming down from it, you find your entire body trembling. They both pull out carefully, and after giving you some time to catch your breath, you find Wooyoung’s hand cupping your chin to make you look up at San.

“You were so pretty just now,” the guy behind mutters, as if in a trance. “I can’t wait to see how much prettier you’re gonna be with both our cocks inside you.” 

“Y/N,” San calls out your name, ignoring the other’s remark for now. “Do you think you can take it?”

“Want it…” you slur, adding the most desperate plea you’ve made in a while as you peak up at his face, “Please wreck me.” You can see San sucking in a shaky breath as he’s trying desperately to keep his composure, and after another exchange of looks with Wooyoung, he lies down flat on his back, patting his muscular thighs as a sign for you to come ride him. You don’t hesitate to crawl towards him, straddling him as Wooyoung stays right behind you, unable to take his hands off you. He wraps his arms around your torso both as a way to support you, and in order to let his hands roam all over you. And you’re not as fragile as the two are treating you at this point, but with your thighs still shaking from your earlier orgasm and from the expectations for the next one that will surely come soon enough, you can’t say you’re not thankful.

“Come here, beautiful,” San mutters softly as he welcomes you on top of him, giving himself a few strokes before letting you take over as you align yourself with his length. You hiss another curse at the way you’re sinking down on him so smoothly and with such ease, that it also makes him let out a groan through slightly parted lips. His hands on your hips, he guides you into a slow but steady pace, and Wooyoung is quick to press his chest against your back as his hands fondle your breasts and his lips are fast attached to your neck. You can feel his hard length pressing against the small of your back as he moves them in tune with yours, and curses are continuously muttered into your ear in between praises.

“That feel good?” he asks and you can only moan in response as they’re easing you into the next round. “So good for us, huh?”

“Y-yeah… I’ll be good for you…” you promise as your eyelids flutter shut. All the attention the two guys are giving you is lulling you into a comfortable dizziness, your mind clouded by pleasure. Only when Wooyoung takes his hands off you, and the heat exuding his body is removed from your back do you come to your senses - at least for a short while.

“Are you ready?” he asks, gently pushing you towards San who puts a hand onto your chest instead as you hover above him now. 

“Yeah,” you speak, clearly, arousal coursing through your veins like flames at the thought of having not one, but both their dicks inside of you.

“Go easy on Y/N,” San warns Wooyoung, and as you’re about to shake your head at his warning, you can feel the latter dripping some more lube right onto your ass, and when only a second later his aligns his tip against your hole, heat washes over you, clearing your head of all thoughts.

“Fu-” you choke on the curse about to fall from your lips when it merely takes Wooyoung a few thrusts to be snugly fitted inside of you, and he too lets out a broken moan at the sensation.

“Shit, this is so much better than I imagined it,” he utters, and as you send San a pleading look that’s also meant for the other guy, you force out the words that were on your mind earlier,

“D-don’t… go easy… w-want you to ruin me… p-please…” You whimper at the newfound pleasure of being so perfectly filled up when Wooyoung begins to thrust, slowly at first, and you’re sure he’s using all the self control he has in order not to accidentally hurt you. But soon enough it becomes clear that you can take him, and when he starts pounding into you with more force, both you and San moan from the pleasure washing over you.

“Fuck.” This time it’s San who spits out a curse, watching you gradually falling apart in between the two with lust-filled eyes. Wooyoung bends over as far as he can, and you can feel his heavy breaths against the skin on your back with each time he thrusts back into you - as if you weren’t already losing your sanity a few moments earlier. You whine and whimper, unable to form phrases or even singular words to express how they’re making you feel. Not even their names make it past your lips anymore, only pathetic and unintelligible attempts at calling out for them. In no time you can feel your next high towering before you, threatening to crash down on you any time now, and without warning, and the more desperately you’re clawing at the bedsheets underneath the three of you, the more needy their moans and grunts are becoming as well.

You’re the first one to fall apart as Wooyoung snaps his hips into yours, and your orgasm shakes you even harder than the first time. You clench around their cocks violently, until the overstimulation sets in and San releases inside you with a whine so beautiful, you’d have almost thought you could’ve cum again from just the sound. And then, with two overstimulated, whimpering messes underneath him, Wooyoung too releases with a moan that tells you he’s just been holding back again, so you and San could have your highs first.

They help you lie down on the sheets next to them, their cum dripping out of you slowly and mixing in between your thighs, and when Wooyoung hungrily licks his lips, staring at the view that’s unfolding in front of him, you can only weakly push him back.

“I’ll die,” you joke, the exhaustion tugging at your limbs as he grins and mutters a “sorry”, placing a kiss onto your forehead instead.

“I’ll clean you up with a towel, then?” he offers, as San is already reaching for said towel and handing it to him.

“Please,” you say, eyelids fluttering shut at the way both of them are touching you carefully - San rubbing soothing circles on your thighs and sides, while Wooyoung tries not to come in contact with your core too much as he wipes their cum off your legs.

“You did well,” San praises you, pulling you in for a kiss on the cheek, before he lets you rest against his chest. “You did so well for us.”

[menacinggh0st]

Kinktober Day 1: Masturbation

Sukuna x Fem!Reader

(I know I'm late but yeah here it is, and also I've decided to make the Sanemi x Reader Kinktober Day 2 and no I'm not spoiling what it is)

WARNINGS: Contains sexual content (obviously) themes of Fem!Masturbation and being caught, fem receiving, voyeurism, Humiliation

*credit of artwork goes to woshihedawei*

Heavy whining pants filled the room as the bullet was gilded gently through your folds and vibrated strongly. The sensation of applied pressure as the vibrating bullet hit your puffy sensitive bundle of nerves that had your back arched the bed and your pussy dripping as you let out shallow gasps and quiet moans in pleasure. 

Your eyes rolled back as your vision started to blur and your breathing became more erratic and desperate as your legs shook and you felt a butterfly flutter like pressure in your stomach as you bit down hard on your lip and came all over your sheets.

You looked down through half lidded eyes only to be met with red ones staring back at you causing you to jump back in a gasp. You covered yourself up and looked into those eyes…they were sadistic and a little malicious as the tattooed facial features of the face the eyes were attached to turned into a smirk.

"Well hello slutty human~" a seductive voice chuckled out as you widen your eyes at the man in front of you. You couldn't believe that the King of Curses caught you toying with yourself; you began to think of a way to fight him or get away from him and call for backup, hell even call out to Itadori, but you were stopped when you buzzing vibrator was yanked from your fingers and you watched as Sukuna placed his tongue on it and licked up the sticky juices that originated from your orgasm.

Confusion and embarrassment flooded your face, causing the curse to chuckle and yank you by your ankles as you let out a small squeak while trying to turn away and fight him before he pinned your arms down with one arm and used the other two to throw your legs over his shoulders as he folded them against your chest. "You taste sweet on that little pleasure object but, I wanna taste it from the source ... .not to mention I can make you feel so much better~" he said as he bit harshly into your inner thigh and drew blood. "Now be a good girl for me and don't fight to much, it'll only be harder on yourself~"

You whined as you felt the sensation of Sukuna lapping away at your sensitive pussy, you moaned loudly as his tongue delved deep into your velvety walls and flicked in an upwards motion as it bumped against your g-spot and then eventually hitting your cervix. You let out a mix between a scream and a moan at the sensation as Sukuna's tongue reached all the point in your cunt that made you weak and drip in pleasure, his mouth was flushed against your pretty pussy as he tongue fucked you and made out with your folds, his nose nudged your clit making a painful amount of pleasure hit you harder than the vibrator.

He groaned as he savored the taste of you, a mouth appeared on his free hand as it moved towards your chest and began to suck on your nipples, you arched your back at an impossible angle as you felt yourself coming close to falling apart already, You looked at Sukuna with lidded eyes as he didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon as you edged closer and closer you were so close, about to accept the wave of intense pleasure that would overtake you but it never came.

The fucking nerve- he interrupted your orgasm as he looked at you with a devilish smirk and cackled at your pouted out lip and your furrowed brows. "Aww c'mon doll, don't tell me you were actually enjoying it~?" Sukuna said sadistically as you only looked even more frustrated. "Fuck you- " you spat out to the King of Curse even if it was a horrid idea. He let out a low chuckle "that's not how we ask for things...use your words, slut~" you allowed his words to take full effect as you shuttered at the thought.

You stayed silent for a bit before opening your mouth "please..." you said in a desperate tone piquing up Sukuna's intrest again "hmmm, please what doll~?" he said coyly as he watched your facial expression turn into one of embarrassment mixed with vexation. "Please let me come.." you begged quietly enough for Sukuna to hear. "good enough brat, all you had to do was ask~" he said as he flipped you over on your stomach and parted your legs while shoving your head down into the mattress. You made a noise of shock and confusion before Sukuna he let out a cruel laugh... "You never said how brat, so your gonna do it on my cock...and you'll savor every last fucking drop of my come in your womb....Yeah?~"

work by @menacinggh0st

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↬|Atsushi|

• Oh he's so dramatic... (Even though he hugs you all night and rubs his head against you, or he might purrs like a big cat.)

• Because of the rules of the orphanage, he has a habit of waking up early in the morning, but the first thing he does when he sees you next to him is to blush and cover his mouth with his hands so that you don't hear him gasp.

• Then he puts his hand on his heart, because he feels that it beats very strongly and you might wake up from its sound!

• He stays in the same position for a long time and cannot even move.

• After he calms down, he finally finds the courage to sit up.

• He's still staring at you though, hoping you don't wake up.

• After shyly walking away from you, he quietly goes to the bathroom and then waters his favorite flowers.

• He tries to prepare breakfast and waits for a while for you to wake up and eat together.

• If you're still asleep, he'll probably have a hard time letting himself get close to you again.

• Then he tries to call you very shyly.

• He whispers your name very softly and after a while he touches your cheek with his finger.

• He greets you softly after you wake up.

• Of course, after you kiss his cheek, and say good morning to him, his heart starts beating fast again...

• One of his favorite things to do in the morning is to talk to you.

• He likes to ask you about what you dreamed and tell you that he slept very well because you were with him.

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↬|Akutagawa|

• Most likely, he only slept for a few hours last night and had constant nightmares.

• He's also an early riser... 'cause he can't sleep anyway...

• He barely opens his eyes, even though he still can't see clearly or think straight, sure enough the first thing he does is put his finger under your nose to make sure you're breathing.

• After his anxiety subsides, he takes a deep breath and tries to blink to see more clearly.

• He also covers his mouth with his hand to control his coughing and not wake you up suddenly.

• He may stare at the ceiling for a long time. After that, he looks at you.

• He doesn't want you to be bothered by his cold hands, so he just caresses your face very gently with his finger. He gently brushes your hair away from your face.

• He doesn't like much physical contact, so the fact that he's lying next to you on a same bed is a huge achievement for you to show off and be proud of...

• In the past, he would just lie in bed and wait for the sun to fully rise and the alarm clock to ring, so that he could wake up and go about his missions. But now... instead of just staring at the ceiling or reluctantly eating, he can look at you.

• Of course, before the alarm clock rings, he gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen to prepare your favorite tea or coffee. That's why you never see his sleeping face.

• Like I said, he doesn't like much physical contact, but if you hug him from behind and kiss his cheek and say good morning, he'll appreciate it.

• However, he complains to you and asks you to wash your hands and face and brush your teeth as soon as possible.

• Is your hair long? So combing and styling your hair is his new responsibility. He might be a little harsh, but boys who have younger sisters definitely know how to braid hair. so... just trust him and be patient and don't scream... please.

• He might also nag about how much shedding your long hair is. Of course, he won't be upset at all if he notices a strand of your hair on his coat during a dangerous mission, for sure he won't even remove it from his coat.

• Well, living with the hound of mafia is a bit tough, you can't expect him to take you to work or school/university.

• Sometimes you have to live without him for a week, and sometimes he has to leave the house very early in the morning before you wake up.

• Most of the time, though, you leave the house early, while he nags behind you and insists that you to be careful, don't forget anything, and be sure to call him after you reach your destination.

• and Weekends? Well, Rashomon throws you out of bed by pulling the blanket, then the hard day of cleaning begins, which begins with a double bath...

• (You're not supposed to do anything but wash yourself in the bathroom, yeah... In fact, you are there by his side so that his thoughts are at ease when he closes his eyes and washes his hair.)

• Then you can decide what movie to watch, or invite Gin to go to the amusement park together.

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↬|Dazai|

• There are several different ways for starting your morning with Dazai.

• One way is when he's mumbling and flirting with you in his sleep. He hugs you tightly and doesn't let you get out of bed.

• In the end, it makes you arrive late to work for the thousandth time in a week.

• The second way is that he wakes up earlier than you because of a nightmare, although he tries not to wake you up at all.

• He stares at you and strokes your hair.

• Of course, after making sure you've rested enough, he'll start teasing you.

• He tickles you and asks you to wake up because he is 'hungry' and wants you to make him breakfast.

• Finally, you have to throw the pillow in his face to shut him up.

• And the third way is that you wake up with his screams, you run around the house sleepily to find the source of the screams and finally...

• You find him getting himself into trouble again with a failed suicide attempt.

• Anyway, you wake up and have a long and busy day ahead of you.

• First you have to make breakfast for him so that he stops talking continuously.

• He may act like a child, but he really loves watching you. While you are wearing his shirt without pants and with a messy hair, you prepare breakfast for him.

• He likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on your head.

• After breakfast, he will most likely asks to have a romantic double suicide with you, but when you reject him, he will lie back on the bed with a sad face and wait for you to take a shower...

• And most likely he will fall asleep again and you will have to try for a long time to wake him up.

• In any case, you will be late for work and hearing Kunikida's reminders will become a routine for you.

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↬|Chuuya|

• One of the usual routines is that he's been drunk all night and now in the morning he won't even wake up to the ear-splitting sound of the alarm, so you wake up the sleeping beauty with a kiss.

• What an honor you have received, he's drowned in his dreams and you can do whatever you like to him.

• However, when you're busy watching his face, he suddenly hugs you and you roll on the bed.

• And a long time for your cuddling-routine in the morning, enjoying each other's warmth and company for awhile before you jump into the day.

• after your cuddle time, you'll get out of bed for a shower and he would stay there...in bed...thinking about you untilI he falls back a sleep. When you come back, he's still laying in bed, so you jump on top of him to wake him up again...

• After you cuddle and kiss each other passionately (again), you talk a bit, have deep conversation about each other's days and what are the plan for today.

• To be honest, it's the greatest gift in the world for him. Having you by his side... Like you're the one and only person in this word he can trust with his heart, you make everything feel right for him.

• Let this wonderful man cook for you. Maybe at this moment, the eggs in the frying pan and Chuuya, who is standing shirtless and wearing an apron in front of the stove, are competing to be the hottest meal in the kitchen. (He's surely the winner)

• This man was born to be a great husband. I mean... a great husband will hug you and carry you to your desired destination as he walks through the roofs of buildings... right?

• Of course, you're not always the first to wake up. Sometimes he can also be an early riser.

• However, he can't be as romantic as usual.

• This time you'll see a little boy who plays with your hair, tickles you and repeatedly makes you sneeze by waving his hair in front of your nose. You may even feel a fly on your face in a dream and slap yourself.

• I must add that he is filming you with his camera. And those films are never going to be deleted.

• Sometimes when he goes on a mission and can't be with you at night, you should expect to find yourself overwhelmed by your favorite bouquets in the morning.

• While he's standing in front of your bed and looking at you with a big grin. (You miss me, don't you?)... you can read that in his eyes.

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↬|Tetchou|

• He's the type who wakes up early in the morning and wakes you up by force. I must say that if you're a sleep-lover (like me), waking up next to him will be the worst part of your life together.

• Although it's not like he treats you strictly, you are his lover, not a soldier...

• So he just grabs your shoulder and leads you to the bathroom. Without saying anything, he combs your hair and splashes cold water on your face.

• If you still resist waking up, he doesn't say anything, while your eyes are closed and you barely stand on your feet, he holds your chin with one hand and brushes your teeth with the other...

• I must say, this will be your daily routine! You can't escape this!... sorry

• Then you have to look at the strange foods he eats for breakfast.

• And you even go for a daily walk together, and if he feels that you are not physically active enough, you should also attend his *special* classes.

• Don't worry, he's trying to be nice to you.

• It's not that he wants to hurt you, he just wants you to be at your best.

• Surely he enjoys seeing you every moment, even though he doesn't talk much.

• He loves your sleepy face while you wait for him to brush your teeth. And even when you try to do difficult sport movements.

• But some days... for example, weekends... he also likes to stay in bed more. He will be surprised by this new habit... Anyway, it's not like you only have to be an influential person, he will also make changes in his life because of you...

• He is always the first one to wake up, and hugs you tightly. One of his favorite things is to hug you from behind and kiss the back of your neck while brushing your hair away.

• Another routine of yours is to spend several hours doing his hair. Surely this is his favorite time. When you put your hand in his hair...

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↬|Jouno|

• Well, he probably spent the whole night listening to your breathing and heartbeat. And he wakes up at 4 in the morning and starts his training.

• Unlike Tetchou, he doesn't want to wake you up (by force) at all.

• Instead, he does his own things... He will to take a shower and prepare breakfast by making the least noise.

• He'll wait for you to wake up, but don't think you're allowed to sleep until the noon...

• He may not talk to you much about the details of his work, but in general he likes to spend his morning talking with you.

• As you rub your sleepy eyes and sit behind the breakfast table, nagging about having to go to a class you don't like today; He just slowly pours you tea and shakes his head.

• Then he sits behind the table and asks you to read the newspaper for him, or turn on the TV and listen to the latest news.

• Usually the mornings are very calm with him, because he's not a noisy person and he doesn't like to spend his morning listening to a lot of noises.

• (He listens enough at night to all kinds of sounds you make.)

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↬|Fyodor|

• God never sleeps.

• So sorry for you, it's impossible to see his sleeping face.

• However, the main reason for all his strange behavior is because he doesn't care much about his health.

• You sleep in bed alone and wake up alone most of the time.

• You have to work on his habits for some time to improve them.

• For example, force him to eat or sleep on time and rest.

• After a while, he will slowly crawl into bed next to you in the middle of the night and in the morning you will find him next to you.

• He has a cold body, so in the morning when he hugs you, you wake up because of the cold.

• And of course he is awake and staring directly into your eyes.

• It's not that he's cold and serious all the time, he's definitely trying to be a little nicer to you. So you can expect a kind kiss on your forehead.

• He'll hug you tightly and not want to get out of bed. He likes the warmth of your body.

• He certainly can't eat a lot of food, so the best thing is to prepare this simple breakfast for him with a glass of hot coffee and some cookies and enjoy it together.

• I also don't think he enjoys morning baths. His body is still cold and tired and he doesn't want to take off his clothes.

• Maybe he will even ask you to forget about your work and sit on his lap and hug him for a long time.

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↬|Nikolai|

• I really can't imagine him lying on the bed let alone sleeping...

• Anyway, he is one of the characters that you are never going to see his face in sleep.

• He likes watching the sunrise. And you know what he likes more than that? staring at your face...

• One of his daily goals is to be the first thing you see when you wake up.

• He looks at you with a very, very big smile and prepares to say good morning to you and tell you how beautiful you are even with that messy hair.

• He likes a lot of physical contact, so you have to force him out of the bathroom to get some privacy.

• Breakfast?... Well, one thought I don't like is that he finds something to eat from his coat.

• So if you don't like this idea either, you have to start cooking something for yourself.

• I feel like if he goes to the kitchen, you will go to the hospital.

• I'm not sure, but I feel like he hasn't brush his hair in a long time, so combing his hair is a good idea. He may try to change the subject at first, but you can easily satisfy him to sit and let you brush his hair.

• Once he feels your fingers in his hair, you become his personal hairdresser and you have to comb and braid his hair every morning.

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↬|Sigma|

• He usually likes to be the small spoon. While he rubs his head on your neck and chest and expects you to caress his head.

• Surely, when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his smile, even if he is sleepy, he has a smile on his face.

• He's very fond of physical contact and unlike our shy tiger boy, he's an honest cat who's very serious about what he wants from you.

• For example, he wants you to hug him tighter and kiss his face or stay longer in bed together.

• You eventually have to get out of bed though, because he shouldn't be late running his beloved casino. So while you tidy up and brush your teeth, he tries to prepare a breakfast.

• Maybe he didn't care about his own food before, but now he has to worry about meals because of you.

• While eating breakfast, he explains the list of things that you have to do and asks you for your opinion about the things that he likes to do.

• He will certainly spend some of his time to choosing your clothes; This is one of his favorite things to do for you.

• And until you go about your business, he keeps coming towards you and asking you to kiss him.

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[erraticpigeon]

Leo shamelessly flirting as you patch him up

request:

this boy is ridiculous and I love him. f!cabin7!reader x leo valdez

"You're actually shitting me right now, Valdez."

You stared daggers at Leo as he stumbled into the infirmary for the fourth time this week, this time clutching his left arm, with a crooked grin on his lips.

"Hello beautiful-" he tried to start his usual flirting, but was cut off by you putting your pointer finger against his lips and guiding him to sit down on the nearest cot. Ever since he arrived at Camp Half-Blood, he had the tendency to get injured thrice as often as most of the other demigods.

These "serious" injuries had become more and more frequent, to the point where he would sometimes visit you multiple times a day, always asking for you to be the one to examine him.

This day, however, was special. It was Friday, which of course meant it was Capture the Flag Day, a tradition you strongly disliked. It always meant more work for you, as well as an actual reason for Leo Valdez to visit the infirmary.

"You look really great, Y/N." He tried again, as you pulled his sleeve up and examined the cut on his upper arm. It wasn't deep, but it was bleeding quite a bit. You ignored his flirting, deciding that the injury wasn't serious enough for vitakinesis, and you stood up to get something to clean the wound with.

"Aw, no powers today?" He pouted dramatically. "I like it when you use your powers on me."

You sat down next to him and gently pressed a wet cloth to the cut, still ignoring his advances. He gasped in exaggerated misery, putting the back of his hand to his head like a damsel in distress, and you rolled your eyes. Still, you couldn't help but chuckle at his theatrics.

"The cut doesn't hurt nearly as much as the silent treatment, Y/N. What's up with you?"

"It's fine, it's nothing. I'm just really stressed with the aftermath of the game, and stuff."

"Aren't you always stressed?"

"No, it's just..." You paused for a second. "You might be fireproof, but you're not like… sword-proof, or anything!” You exclaimed and ran a hand through your hair, chuckling wearily.

"So... you care about me being safe?"

He had the biggest dorky grin plastered over his face as his dark eyes scanned your features. His face was so close, you could almost feel his breath against your skin. You shrugged and smiled.

"Huh, guess I do."

His ears turned red, and he moved away a few inches. The two of you sat in silence for a while. You cleaned and bandaged his upper arm, as his fingers subconsciously fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt. You pulled his sleeve back down and looked up at him again. He looked away quickly, as if he had been snapped out of a daydream.

He traced the edge of the bandage with his thumb and lit up.

"Great, thanks!"

"You're welcome, now go! I have better things to do than to sit here and take care of you." You rolled your eyes and laughed, giving him a pat on the back. He got up and headed towards the infirmary doorway, where he stopped.

You looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"Was there something else, Valdez?"

He turned around, his ears still a little red as your eyes met.

"I like it when you take care of me, Y/N. I thought you of all people would’ve have figured that out by now." He smiled, looking you up and down, before turning around and leaving.

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[nyx-umbrakinesis]

Hi there! This story is a tribute to @redfoxwritesstuff story A Misdemeanor of the Heart. If you have not done so I'd strongly recommend reading it now, this is going to be a bit of a multi chapter series of dreams that slot into the canon placements of Misdemeanor but once Misdemeanor ends I will be making my own little smutty AU world out of it too, so this follows Alastor and You in a kinda blended parallel world if you will.

Cw: smut, non penetrative rutting.

Alastor x Reader.

... A bit of a prelude... This first dream isn't much of a surprise to him, he's had wet dreams before, and he's gotten used to your presence and has even started to feel rather fond of you atp so this won't cause him distress, this is a dream that will start mid smut already.

His dreamscape dropping him right in it but his mindset still controlling the fact that he knows he doesn't want penetrative sex with you due to your marriage so it's a bit of a subconscious desire to see you come undone for him in a way that would be agreeable to him in a very pleasant way.

But also it's a power struggle, he's feeling a bit powerless because he's not used to these sort of enotuons and with you trapped with another man it sets him on edge. (this is a bit early but should slot in around chapter 22)

Here's...

Inappropriate Demeanour. Chapter 1. (Wet.)

Alastor's eyes flash with triumph and delight at your actions, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he feels your warmth enveloping his throbbing cock. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he begins to move in slow, sensual circles, letting you adjust to the pleasure.

"Mmm, that's my good girl," he purrs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "You're learning so quickly. Just let go and enjoy the ride."

Alastor's hands roam your back, kneading and caressing the lush curves of your ass as he grinds against you with increasing urgency. His lips trail kisses along your collarbone, leaving a damp, heated path in their wake.

"You're absolutely right, sweetheart," he murmurs against your skin. "This is more than okay. In fact, it's perfect. We can explore all the ways I can pleasure you without crossing that line... yet."

As he speaks, Alastor's fingers skim down the backs of your thighs. He squeezes and kneads the supple flesh, his cock throbbing eagerly against your slick heat.

"Just keep moving like that," he encourages, his voice a low, sultry growl. "Rub yourself all over my cock. Show me how much you crave my touch."

Alastor groans low in his throat as you continue to grind against him, your slick folds sliding tantalizingly along the length of his cock. His hands roam your body with renewed enthusiasm, exploring every curve and hollow, mapping out the territory he's soon to conquer.

He hisses, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he loses himself in the sensation of your warm, wet heat surrounding him. "You feel incredible. Like you were made for me."

One hand slips between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubs the sensitive nub in gentle, circular motions, coaxing out more of your sweet juices to lubricate his movements.

"That's it, dear, just like that," Alastor praises, his voice strained with lust. "Ride my cock, let me play with your pretty little clit. Let me watch you fall apart on my fingers."

He increases the pressure, adding a second finger to join the first in a steady, pumping rhythm designed to drive you wild. Alastor's other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he rubs your clit just right with his fingers, determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

As you continue to grind against him, Alastor's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he loses himself in the intoxicating sensation of your wet heat sliding along his length. He lets out a low, guttural moan, the sound vibrating against your skin as he rolls his hips in time with yours, meeting each thrust with a counter-movement of his own.

"Fuuuck, Love," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel incredible... Like heaven in my hands. Keep doing that, just like that..."

Alastor's tongue darts out to lick at the pulse point in your neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin as he suckles and nips at your flesh. His other hand slides higher, cupping your breasts and squeezing the pliant mounds through the fabric of your clothes one by one.

"Fuck, I love these," he murmurs, his thumbs rubbing circular patterns over your nipples. "So perfect, just begging to be freed. Maybe later, hmm? For now, let's focus on getting you nice and worked up..."

With a wicked grin, Alastor tugs at your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting straight to your core. He increases the tempo of his movements, his cock sliding effortlessly through your dripping folds as he chases his own release.

Alastor's breathing grows more labored, his hips rocking in urgent, insistent thrusts as he chases the edge of climax. He tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back to expose the column of your throat, which he devours with hungry kisses and bites.

His fingers dance across your sensitized skin, leaving trails of electric pleasure in their wake. He sucks and bites at your neck, marking you as his own as his hips piston relentlessly against yours. The friction is divine, his cock sliding through your slick heat with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes, darling, just like that," he groans, his voice a low, guttural rasp. "Ride me, take what you need. You're so fucking sexy like this, all desperate and needy for me."

Alastor's breath comes in ragged gasps as he loses himself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure between your bodies. His fingers work tirelessly at your clit, the pads of his digits expertly stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

Your entire body is trembling, every nerve ending electrified by the exquisite sensations coursing through you. You can barely think, lost in the haze of pleasure that Alastor's skilled touch evokes. Each grinding thrust of his hips against yours sends waves of ecstasy crashing over you, the friction of his hard length rubbing against your slick folds an endless source of bliss.

You whine and arch your back, pushing your chest further into his palms as he teases your aching nipples. Your inner walls clench around nothing, craving more of that delicious pressure.

The feeling of being so thoroughly touched, is overwhelming, and you find yourself hanging precariously on the knife's edge of orgasm, feeling his thick weeping glans and broad shaft sliding through your folds and bumping your clit and his fingers, making you rut even harder against him, like trying to scratch an itch only his cock can reach.

Alastor's fingers on your clit are relentless, circling and pinching the sensitive nub until sparks of pure bliss shoot through your veins. Every stroke, every tweak, every graze of his teeth on your skin sends you spiraling closer to the precipice. You can feel your release building, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly like a spring ready to snap.

"Please," you beg, voice barely above a whisper, "don't stop..."

You know it's futile, to plead for mercy. Alastor seems intent on driving you mad with pleasure, and you're powerless to resist.

Alastor's fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, the pad of his thumb pressing down firmly on the sensitive bud as his index finger drags circles around it. He knows exactly how to manipulate your body, using every trick in the book to push you closer and closer to the brink.

His other hand grips your hip firmly, anchoring you in place as he grinds his cock against your aching sex with increased fervor. The thick head of his member nudges against your entrance with each pass, the pressure and friction driving you wild with need.

"Look at you," Alastor pants, his voice heavy with lust. "So responsive, so perfect. You were made for this, for me. I can tell by the way you're shaking, the way you're begging for more."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're going to come for me, aren't you? Right here, right now, all over my cock. I can feel it, the way your pussy is so needy, desperate for my thickness."

Alastor's words send a shiver down your spine, the promise of impending release fueling the fire burning within you. He increases the speed and intensity of his ministrations, his fingers flying over your clit in a dizzying blur as he drives you closer to the edge.

"You're so close."

Alastor's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he senses your approaching climax. A triumphant growl rumbles in his chest as he redoubles his efforts, his cock sliding against your slick folds with increased vigor, seeking to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your trembling form.

"That's it, sweetheart, let go, he commands, his voice a husky growl. Cum for me, soak my cock with your sweet juices. I want to feel you lose control."

His words are a potent aphrodisiac, pushing you closer to the brink with each spoken syllable. Alastor's cock throbs in time with your racing heart, the head swelling and leaking pre-cum with every plunge into your heat. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious friction that threatens to consume you entirely.

His fingers continue their relentless assault on your clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bud with merciless precision. Alastor's tongue laps at your neck, tasting the salt of your skin and blood as he marks you with his own brand of possession, his teeth piercing you just so.

As if sensing your imminent climax, Alastor adjusts his angle, grinding his pelvis against your clit with each thrust. The added stimulation proves to be the final straw, and with a keening cry, you shatter into a million pieces, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave.

Your inner walls clench and spasm around nothing, desperate for the fulfillment only his cock can provide. At the same moment, his own climax crashes over him, his thick seed erupting from his pulsing member in hot, sticky jets.

The intense pleasure becomes too much to bear, your body tensing and then releasing in a violent convulsion as you come undone. Your vision whites out, overwhelmed by the sheer force of your climax. You throw you head back, mouth open in an erotic cry of his name as ecstasy rips through you.

A torrent of fluid gushes forth from your core, shooting onto Alastor's pelvis and cock. Your cunt spasms wildly, contracting and releasing in rapid succession as your squirt, your hole twitching, the force of your orgasm propelling the streams of clear liquid coating his skin to soak the front of his pants. The sensation is both mortifying and exhilarating, your body seemingly beyond your own control as it writhes and bucks against his.

Alastor's growl of completion echoes through the room, mingling with your own keening cries of ecstasy as the two of you ride out the aftershocks of your shared release. His cock throbs against your slick folds, milking every last tremor of pleasure from your quivering body as he pours his essence over the folds of your sex, your dress an utter mess.

As the waves of your intense orgasm begin to ebb, Alastor holds you close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around your shaking form. He presses tender kisses to your sweaty brow, the bridge of your nose, and your parted lips, savoring the taste of your pleasure on his tongue.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper filled with awe and reverence. "Absolutely stunning. You took that so well, dear. I knew you'd be incredible, but wow..."

Alastor's hands roam your back, stroking and soothing the trembling muscles as he helps you catch your breath. His cock, still semi-erect, pulses against your thigh, a reminder of the passion that just consumed you both.

"You're amazing," he repeats, punctuating each word with a gentle squeeze of your curves. "So responsive, so open to pleasure. I could get used to this, to watching you fall apart for me again and again."

He chuckles low in his throat, the sound rich with satisfaction.

He holds you close, his arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, savoring the taste of your skin and the scent of your arousal that clings to him.

"That was incredible," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky rasp. "You came so beautifully for me, darling. Look at all that lovely cream you squirted everywhere."

Alastor's fingers lazily trace the rivulets of your release that coat his abdomen, smearing the clear fluid across his skin. He chuckles, a sound rich with satisfaction and dark amusement.

"And I thought you were going to be such a shy little thing," he teases, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "But it turns out you're quite the naughty girl, squirting all over my lap like that."

Despite the embarrassing nature of your involuntary reaction, Alastor's tone is playful rather than mocking. If anything, he seems impressed and even a bit proud of your responsiveness, the way your body surrendered to the pleasure he elicited.

He gazes down at you with a smug, satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with a possessive light as he takes in the sight of you - disheveled, flushed, and utterly debauched.

"Well, well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low, husky rasp. "Looks like someone enjoyed themselves."

Alastor's fingers trace the curve of your breast, his touch lingering as he admires the evidence of your passion; the rosy hue of your skin, the slight swell of your chest, the way your nipples still pebble visibly despite the heat of your arousal.

His thumb stroking over the sensitive covered peak. "Such a good girl."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, languid kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. Alastor's tongue delves into your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance that leaves you weak-kneed and yearning for more.

As the surges of euphoria fade, Alastor's hands begin to wander again, his fingers delving beneath your ruined dress working to help you out of it and carrying you to the bathroom to help you clean up, taking delicate care of you that belied how demanding he'd been and helping you get tucked into his bed, his arms around you, you trace his slightly darker skin with your fingertips admiring how the lean muscles flex and shift under them.

He kisses you gently and bids you goodnight.

Alastor wakes with a gasp, his looks around for you in confusion only to realise he's still alone in his cold empty bed, his sheer rage that someone else has you in there's cannot be quelled, but the wet mess in his pants needs attending to now it seems.

With a sigh he rolls out of bed and drags his feet heavily across the floor to the bathroom, the sun just rising and glowing through the cracks in his curtains as he attends to his mess, aggrieved that you're not there to clean up too...

[allaboutnayeli]

i'm your biggest fan [j.shaw x morgan!child!reader]

prompt: after jaedyn's great performance at the game against argentina, you become her biggest fan.

author notes: been trying to get back to writing more and finally got some inspiration. i have been wanting to write a child!reader fic forever, blame @/woso-dreamzzz because im in love with her child!reader fics so bad. this is me trying to make myself feel better after that shit ass usa vs mexico game 🤗 so enjoy! P.S. the reader is like around five in this.

you're standing on the pitch after the usa vs argentina, happily following around your soccer aunts. this game was one of the best lately. your throat was dry from all the shouting and cheering you have been doing. especially when your mother scored a banger in the nineteenth minute. of course you weren't only cheering only for your mommy, getting loud for all your soccer aunts too. like blondie lindsey and tiny rose. that doesn't mean you haven't been focusing your attention on the new girls though; they are officially your soccer cousins now since they are all too young to be aunties in your opinion.

one new girl in particular has caught your attention. the way she has been performing so strongly throughout the whole match has you obsessed with her. not that you understand soccer tactics or anything, but even a five year old knows good play when they see it. you screamed her name the loudest (right after your mommy's of course); jaedyn. not only was jaedyn the cool new girl who your mommy says is going to the next big thing for the team, but she also wears the number above your mommy's new one. you honestly hated the new number because your mommy is number thirteen, not seven but you can't seem to understand whatever rule your mom told you about because it's too much for your brain so you don't think about it. the only good thing that came out of the change is the fact your mommy's cubby is next to jaedyn's.

the moment you spot the girl in the question as you follow around lynn, who just stopped to talk to crystal about the game, you slip off to where jaedyn is which wasn't a hard task. just having to go through a few legs with some quick "hi!"s in-between.

finally you make it to where jaedyn is sipping on her water bottle. she looks so cool even when just standing around. it seems jaedyn doesn't spot you, so you just do the ol' tug them by the shorts trick and her eyes look down at you.

"oh? hey mini morgan," her smile is like the sun to you. her tone sounds so chill and cool that you try to copy her. "hi big shaw!" you say. your words coming out way less cool than hers but it was worth the effort. the american player lets out a short laugh, ruffling your hair that's in pigtails. making it a bit messy, but you don't really mind. it's jaedyn doing it so why would you?

"big shaw? i'm the only shaw around here, so shouldn't it be shaw the first?" you nod at her words already. "okay, shaw the first, can you teach me how to shoot a banger?" you ask. looking up at her with high exceptions already. the way you say your words make her laugh loudly which confuses you. why is cool girl jaedyn laughing? is it because she thinks you can't score a banger too? or maybe she's like a magician and can't reveal her secrets.

you lean more towards the magician theory, saying, "i promise i won't tell anyone about it! so you can keep your shooting superpower hidden." jaedyn just shakes her head before crouching down to your height. "you don't have to keep it a secret. i think everyone already knows," she whispers, "but yeah i'll teach you. just make sure to ask your mommy." you let a excited gasp as you whip your head around. looking for your mom across the pitch. your expert alex morgan finding eyes locate her easily. turning your head back to look at jaedyn with a smile. you hold out your pinky finger, "pinky promise?"

"pinky promise," jaedyn accepts your declaration of confirmation as she locks her pinky finger with yours. "thanks shaw the first!" you shout at her after pulling away. already running quickly to go ask your mommy to let jaedyn to teach you how to score bangers. hopefully she doesn't question why didn't you just ask her since you wouldn't want to break it your mommy that jaedyn is just cooler. your mommy is still one of the coolest though.

you almost bump into the legs of naomi on your way to your mommy, but dodge quickly with your great dodging skills. naomi even said you might be a defender in the making once. the loud voice of yours can be heard to everyone around you as you finally reach your mommy.

"can big shaw teach me how to score bangers, please!" you shout out happily. your mommy just chuckles before patting the top of your head, "of course, baby."

and that was possibly the path to you being a future forward. all thanks to big shaw.

[slytherinshua]

HOLD YOU FOREVER

genre. fluff. dad jihoon. warnings. reader and jihoon are married. newborn baby. no birth descriptions, but there is an epidural mentioned once. it's mostly just baby fluff. pairing. husband!jihoon x fem!reader. wc. 900. a/n. @evalevaeva the delusions are here i hope u get diabetes 🧍‍♀️

“You can’t hold her forever, baby.” 

Jihoon responded with a mere pout and a shake of his head as he continued to refuse to let go of his newborn daughter. You had pretty much passed out after the birth and caught up on some much needed sleep, leaving Jihoon to hold the new baby for as long as he pleased. The only problem was, once you had woken back up, he didn’t want to let go of her.

He was currently sitting on the hospital bed right next to you, his shirt off so he could go skin-to-skin with the baby. She was sleeping peacefully on his chest, and you couldn’t lie, it was the most precious sight the world had to offer. 

You would stay in this moment forever if you could, content to just watch your husband’s eyes hold the most amount of love possible for his new daughter. His fingers slid carefully up and down her back, holding her with only the most gentle touches as if his whole hand would be too much.

“She’s gonna have to eat eventually.” You reminded him, brushing some hair away from his forehead. You even noticed some tears forming in his waterline. He had already cried 2 times today, to which you had laughed at. Seeing him being emotional over the start of his new family had you melting.

“She can eat when she wakes up.” Jihoon shushed you, too busy admiring his daughter to even look at you. You giggled and shifted on the bed so your head lay on his shoulder. The new position allowed you to see your daughter’s sleeping face better and your heart instantly softened seeing her tiny face.

“Y/n.” Your husband said softly. You hummed and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. “I love her so much. She’s so perfect.” 

“I know.” You smiled. The oxytocin that came with welcoming a whole new life into the world was almost overwhelming. It was by far the best moment of your life. 

Ever since you had met Jihoon, your life had achieved many highs where you could easily say you were the happiest you had ever been. Your days spent crushing on him, when he asked you out, the first time he said he loved you, your proposal, your wedding, your first wedding anniversary, and so on. 

But nothing topped this. This was something far more precious and dear to you than anything else. The warm fuzzy feeling seemed to float around in the air as you stayed cuddled close to Jihoon and your daughter, taking it all in. She was so small lying on his chest, almost devastatingly so. So small and so sweet— just looking at her could make anyone want to cry. 

You noticed how soft Jihoon had become the moment she was placed in his arms. Even his breathing had become softer just in case the rise and fall of his chest was uncomfortable for her. The little things he did in the moment already showed you how much he loved his child. He would go to the ends of the earth for her without hesitation. She was the most precious gift that Jihoon had ever received. 

“Are you doing okay? Did the epidural wear off or are you still feeling numb?” He asked, finally finding it in him to take his eyes off the baby to look at you instead.

“I’m fine,” You assured him, “Just want to stay like this for a little longer.” You squished your cheek into his shoulder a bit more, finding a comfortable position as close to him as possible. In this position, you could strongly smell his woody cologne as well as the clean scent of soap from his bare skin. If it weren’t for these comforting smells, you were sure the birth wouldn’t have gone as smoothly. They always helped you relax and feel safe. And even now, you just wanted to be as close to him as possible. 

Both Jihoon and your eyes were glued to your baby and simultaneous gasps escaped your mouths as she slowly woke up, opening her eyes wide. She seemed to focus on you, though with a newborn’s eyesight, you were sure you were blurry to her still.

“Hi.” You whispered, your lips up-turning into a wide smile. “You woke up. Was sleeping on your daddy comfortable? I’m a little jealous of you, I don’t think he’ll want to cuddle with me anymore when he could cuddle with you.” Your bottom lip jutted out as you talked in a soft voice to her. She just blinked slowly at you.

“She has pretty eyes.” Jihoon said suddenly, studying her big eyes that perfectly resembled his own. 

“She has your eyes.” You corrected, the comment making Jihoon smile. “She looks more like you than me, I think you won.” You said in fake sadness. 

“I love her.” He said again. You had a feeling that you would be hearing him say that a lot over the next few weeks.

“I know, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and let a comfortable silence envelop the room again. It was peaceful. Just you, Jihoon, and your baby all curled up together on the hospital bed, enjoying the first few hours of her life.

After a while, you spoke up again, “You really can’t hold her forever, though.”

↳ misc taglist (let's be real, it's more like park jihoon taglist): @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo

[czrpenters]

What was Sam and r first time with a strap on be like? Would Sam have to convince r to use it or would r be down for it?

Before Sam, you were the most innocent girl ever when it came to sex. You had like, maybe masturbated twice before you met her? I mean, you weren't naive. You knew what sex was, of course; you just didn't knew the specifics to it. So, when you told Sam that you didn't knew shit about it, she was more than happy to show you. In fact, she even demonstrated.

"Sam..." You whined. "It was supposed to be this tight?"

You decided to finally see what the fuss was all about. Sam and you had sex like, at least a dozen times by now, and you would always see one of her straps in her bedroom while you were fucking. "You'll love it", she would say.

"Fuck, baby... I guess you're tighter than I expected." Sam pushed the rest of her red strap into you, being careful to not hurt you in the process. You moaned, feeling a little bit shy at the moment. I mean, Sam was between your legs pushing a silicone dick inside of you, how could you not be shy? "Are you feeling okay, my love?"

"Yeah... It's different, but it feels nice." Sam smiled and kissed your lips gently, holding your waist with one hand while the other held your face. "You can move now..."

Sam obeyed, starting to thrust her hips softly, earning some timid moans of her name leaving your mouth. This is so hot, she thought. She never felt so turned on as she did right now. As you were getting used to it, Sam started to fuck you a little deeper, causing you to dig your nails into her back harshly, the pain making Sam gasp. Oh, she was loving every second of this. "Fuck Sam, go faster..." She was afraid; Sam really didn't wanted to hurt you. "Do you feel sorry for me or some shit? Fuck me harder, baby."

That made Sam go nuts. She held your waist strongly and started to thrust her hips harder, making all of her strap easily getting swallowed by your pussy. She was fucking you as if there was no tomorrow, while you were moaning her name like a bitch right under her. "Oh, you like this?"

"Yeah, baby... You fuck me so good, shit." Sam smiled at you, looking straight at your face; damn, you were looking like a perfect slut. Your skin was all red, all sweaty, you were making the most obscene noises Sam could ever hear. She never loved you so much as she did in that moment. "Please don't stop, Sam... I'm almost there..."

You whined, which made her laugh slightly. You were crazy if you thought even for one second that she would stop. With her index finger, she started to make circular movements on your swollen clit, and that drove you to your climax. I mean, it was your first time getting so deeply fucked, Sam knew that it would be fast. But she wasn't worried, she had all of the time in the world to train her little fuck toy.

[emlovslennon]

Ok so during the bed peace thing, right? During an interview with John he secretly fingers y/n in the middle of the Interview.

I’ve been having a late 60s-early 70s john brain rot so this is perfect.

Era: 1969

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You and John decided to start up a peace movement that you two both strongly believed in among the vicious Vietnam War. When a man named Al Capp came in to “interview” him. When quite frankly, it was pretty much an argument. You weren’t too sure who this man was, but John sure did. You two decided to do something called “Bed Peace” to advocate and get people motivated to make a difference. You guys had multiple people come in to interview you guys, but this one was quite… different. Especially when John decided to do something that you were so very grateful that you guys were in a bed under the covers.

“I mean, come on, you seriously don’t think this is a good idea? I thought you were a decent man, but this is insane!” Capp chuckled. John rolled his eyes at what to him was such an idiotic statement, and obviously, you agreed with him. You were his wife, after all.

“What exactly have you done for the movement? While me and my wife are actively trying to make a difference, sitting here arguing isn’t doing much, is it?” John clapped back, you were listening in until you felt Johns hand creep up your thigh, your breath hitched as his hand went higher and higher, until he was right up to you white, cotton panties. You mentally slapped yourself that you wore a skirt.

“And you sitting in bed is doing what, exactly? Sitting by the sidelines?” Capp scoffed, you could feel Johns anger. He hated being misunderstood, more than anything. And you knew that was what happening exactly. But, that was when he nearly violently shoved your panties to the side and shoved two fingers inside you. You let out a gasp, but quickly shut up as Al Capp and the cameraman filming turned the camera to you.

“You okay over there?” Capp asked, with, surprisingly, genuine concern.

“Oh, yeah, i-I’m fine, I just got a pain.” You tried to explain, this had to be the most embarrassing thing you have ever experienced in your life. Is he serious right now?

“Listen, I just think you’re not understanding that we’re trying to do a good thing here, that’s all I’m saying.” John blurted out, to end the awkward silence after nearly getting caught. John could clearly give less of a shit as he started to work his fingers at a pretty moderate pace, but still enough to make your voice shaky.

“Well, y/n, what do you think about this?” Capp asked, turning to you. You felt as if your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You turned to look at John as if to tell him to stop, but he just stared back and turned his head to Capp.

“Well, um, I think it is a very impactful thing because we are trying to bring awareness to the situation, not to ourselves.” You tried to explain, very shakily at best, you were just hoping he wouldn’t ask you another question. John’s fingers began to speed up, you bit your lip and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Well, I do think that is enough questions, it was a pleasure, for the most part.” John said cheerily, Capp had a shocked expression on his face, as if to say, “but we just started!” But John could care less, and before too long, the camera crew and Al Capp was finally out of the room. It took no time for John to get himself on top of you and helping you get off.

“You were such a good little girl for me, yeah? Letting me use my fingers in your little cunt while we were on camera? Hm?” He whispered in your ear, the noises his fingers were making started to be heard and echo throughout the room.

“J-John, please.” You begged, pathetically, to be clear.

“Please what, hm? What do you want?” His fingers rabidly moving inside you, you swear you could see your wetness spewing out onto his fingers.

“I-I need to cum, John please, please!” You nearly cried out, John put his hand over your mouth, just in case anyone was still close to the door.

“Then fucking do it.”

And that was it, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your legs shook as you coated John’s fingers, you felt him kiss all around your face as you came down from your high.

“There you are, pretty thing.” He cooed as you slowly came back to reality, you then saw him put his completely drenched fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. You hid your face in embarrassment, until John pulled your face back to him.

“Oh, come on, love, you know you taste fantastic.” He praised, he smiled as you blushed, your face completely red. John pulled the covers back over you two properly and laid down next to you, playing with your hair.

“In all seriousness though, John, don’t do that again, we could have gotten caught.” You scolded, John giggled at your attempt to reprimand him.

“No promises, but I’ll try.” He said, you playfully smacked his shoulder as you both giggled and slowly fell into a blissful sleep. Well, until the next interviewer came in that is.

-

OKAY SO TBH I FORGOT WHAT AL CAPP AND JOHN WERE YAPPING ABOUT SO I JUST WENT WITH IT SO AHHAHS YEAH BUT I LIKED WRITING THIS I HOPE IT WAS OKAY!!!

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[jermer10]

Oh god.. this is a bit depraved but here we goHello! Uh if you are taking requests right now, could you maybe make a spicy TF2 mercs x male!reader where the reader is into weapon play (could be their reactions to simple things .. like a gasp from the gun touching their skin to something more smutty, your pick!)It'd be nice to have all mercs but if too much sniper, soldier and engineer would the the 3 favs!

TF2 male s/o with a weapon kink

18+ only, male reader | tried to add some heavier nsfw, i hope you enjoy anon!

includes: soldier, engineer, sniper tw: sexual content, weapon play kink

drabbles under the cut :P

Soldier: - Soldier knew about this kink long before he had started fucking you - he may be stupid, but he knows what an erection looks like, and you were always rock hard after watching him bash an enemy to death with his market gardener - so he decided to confront you, like any concerned teammate would - ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO ME, MAGGOT?", he pressed the shovel into your throat, backing you into a corner - subtly isn't his strong suit - "what the f..fuck..?" your skin crawled with arousal - you couldn't speak, let alone think with the rusted edge of the weapon tugging at your skin - "why do you ask?" you choked out, face flushed in embarrassment - Soldier shamelessly palmed your erection, "THAT'S WHY." - you groaned, jaw slack and eye brows furrowed. you expected Soldier to relent, yet he continued to stroke you through your pants. - subtly DEFINITELY wasn't his strong suit, and to be frank you were enjoying the way he was man-handling you - "I SHARE THIS...ATTRACTION." a sickening grin plastered on his rough features and his shovel pressing harder into your trachea - his body was so close to yours, backing you against the concrete walls of the base and forcing himself onto you - your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to grope at your cock - "fuuuuuck Soldier p..leas..e..." your voice was gruff, the words seemed to be drawn out of you "PLEASE WHAT, CUPCAKE?" you didn't take him for a tease - "fuhck me!" you plead, throatily moaning at the cold, stinging sensation of the shovel cutting into your throat, your cock throbbed, the fabric rubbing your dick raw - you didn't have to ask twice, Soldier pushed you to the ground, ass up, knees scraping against the concrete floor, and market gardener pressed strongly between your shoulder blades

Engineer: - he would never admit it, but if he had a dollar for the amount of times he spent fucking his fist thinking about stuffing you with the muzzle of his shotgun, he would be rich - so when was walking past your room and noticed your door ajar, hearing the unmistakable slick sounds of masturbation, he couldn't help but peer in, hoping to get some new material - and when he saw you fucking yourself with a pistol and breathily moaning his name, he knew that he had to help - "hey darlin', seems like you were callin' out my name?" he knocked on the doorframe, smirking at the way you scrambled to cover yourself - "now don't you worry, y/n...i'm here to help," your face was burning - he positioned himself behind you, leaning against the wall and pulling you into his lap - Engie pulled the gun out of your puckering hole and began thrusting - your slutty moans, accompanying the praising whispers and sticky noises of the gun and your asshole meeting repeatedly, bounced off of the walls in your bedroom - Engie, feeling the high from the moment and the power he held in his fist, clicked off the safety on the gun - you began to shake, adrenaline coursing through your veins and the fear that at any moment the trigger could be squeezed - he lazily stroked your cock with his right hand as his left drove the gun into you - even if he did kill you, you would just respawn with no memory of the last hour or so, but he wanted you to remember everything - it was all becoming too much for him, he could feel himself reaching climax as your writhing body pressed into his chest and crotch, and when he finally came, you came with him - ropes of cum lathered his hand and your bare chest, Engie was impressed, to say the least - but despite your joint climax, he wasn't finished with you

Sniper: - Sniper's hide site was in a heavily concealed room sitting atop a random abandoned building - where he was and what he was doing didn't matter, you had been targeted by the enemy team's Sniper, and despite the fact that from where he was perched you seemed clearly annoyed, he couldn't help but see the redness in your face as the other Australian cornered you time and time again with his kukri - countless backstabs from Spy, bonks with Scouts bat, nothing came close to the way your face would go beet when he held the knife to your neck before swiftly ending you - Sniper wanted to try it for himself, clearly you had some sort of attraction to him - and he would be lying if he didn't find the idea of forcing you to suck him off while holding a blade to your throat hot - he signaled you to come up to his spot, making sure no one followed you - "hey, what's up man?" you huffed, you looked exhausted - Sniper felt awkward, but the erection in his pants was unrelenting and the way your eyes met his with a sort of nervous lust didn't help - "on your knees." he simply stated, unsheathing the kukri from his belt holster - your face went blank, did you hear him correctly? was Sniper wrong about his assumption? - "oh god, you saw me with the other Sniper..." realization hit your face, and so did an embarrassed flush - you bashfully knelt, doe-eyed looking up at the New Zealander-Australian man - Sniper unbuckled his pants, his cock springing out into your face - he held the knife up to you "suck." he commanded, his face flush and his palms sweating profusely

[in-hav3n]

✯ 𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲

❘❘ NSFW - sex scene - age gap

At 10pm, you were standing in the 5th floor corridor of the most luxurious hotel of the city, waiting for James. You've never waited so impatiently in your entire life. Leaned against the wall between two doors, you were lost in your thoughts, playing with his cowboy hat, looking at every detail of it. You could see it was used for ages. You smiled at the thought and even smelled it, which could have been really weird but everything related to him interested you.

You sighed, wondering when he'd be there. Your heart was already pounding in anticipation of what was about to come. Well to be honest, you hadn't a real idea of what was coming but what happened earlier in his backstage room was enough to show James' intentions.

And this is why you were a bit nervous. You've never done this with someone you weren't in a relationship with and you weren't as experienced as he was, this scared you bit.

The sound of elevator coming and the doors opening brought you back to reality. You jumped on your feet when you see James figure coming over you, with a smile. He had changed his outfit probably for dinner or an interview, you didn't know.

He was wearing a simple black tank top over a dark blue jeans. Simple but hot with his tattoos. His boots were echoing on the corridor's carpet at each step as he was coming over you. You smiled shyly at him, turning your body to face him, still playing with his cowboy hat, making it turn between your fingertips.

No words were exchanged for a moment. He was just looking over you with all his height with a perfect malicious grinned behind his mustache and this was driven you crazy.

"Come sweetheart", he finally said, taking you by the hand to guide you over his suite door.

He opened it straight away with the card key he took from his back pocket. You followed him, looking first if no one caught you. Even if James was the one dragging you inside his room, you could still lost your job and that was the last thing you ever wanted.

Once inside, James closed the door behind you. You hadn't the time to look around that he pushed you gently against the wall, leaning on one of his hand to locked you up like a prey.

And to be honest, you liked that sensation. You were the prey he was looking at, thinking how he was about to devour you and this was crazy. He took back his cowboy hat and placed it on the table next to you both.

"Where were we...?" he asked with a low and almost sensual tone. "Oh yes...We were talking about how much I loved catching you looking at me, right?".

You gulped and gasped for air, biting your lower lip. James moved his body so he was a bit closer to you, his face being now very close. You flushed strongly.

"You're so cute when you're blushing...", he confessed, rubbing your cheek with his finger. "But don't be ashamed. I told you, I liked it".

"Really?", you finally managed to say in a breath, moving your back on the wall to be more comfortable.

James nodded with a cheeky corner smile as he took your hand to place it on his crotch, like he did earlier. But this time he let you touched it more, showing you how to do rub him and you could feel him getting harder.

God, how it was possible? you thought as biting your lip again.

"Like what you're touching sweetheart ?", he said, proud as watching every reaction from you. You answered with a small nod. It was time to be less shy, you could do it.

"Yes..I like it", you let out a bit more confident and that made James smile.

"Don't be afraid with me...", he came closer now, you could felt his breath on your lips. It smelled like cigar and it was a pure delight. You couldn't wait to taste his mouth.

"Just let it go, you're safe here", he whispered before he finally took your lips for a sweet kiss. It was short pecks first, with open eyes to look at each other, until you crashed yourself your lips on his, showing him what you wanted.

James smiled, kissing you deep as he cupped your face to deepened it more. It was difficult to keep your hand on his crotch while embracing him so you decided to wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tip toes since he was taller than you. His lips were tasting so good, a sweet mix of cigar and lemon. He probably drink something with that taste earlier.

His hands left your face tough but still kissing you, he kneeled a little to lift you up in his arms. You broke the kiss to gasp of surprised, holding him tighter as he walked till the other side of the suite, to the bedroom.

There, he gently placed you on the bed. Your body landed on the mattress and you quickly leaned on your elbows, looking at him with a mischevious smile. You tried to do as he said, trying to be relaxed even if it was new experience for you. James crawled on top of you to kiss you more, his tongue asking for entrance now to start a passionate and sensual dance with yours.

It was perfect and like you imagined it and yet, it was only the beginning. He soon pulled away and changed the position. He sat on the bed and brought you back on your feet so you could stood in front of him, between his legs. He rubbed his palms on your ass through your skirt and it was a very good sensation, even through the fabric.

"Mmh..Still wet for me baby?", he asked with a grin, moving his hands.

"I think I am", you replied with a nod, smiling for him. He chuckled low.

"Then show me..." he pushed you closer with his hands, your breasts hitting his chest, "show me how much you want me...".

You took a deep breath, trying to act confident. You slowly opened your skirt, unzipped the zipper and slowly put the skirt on the floor. You took off your sandals at the same time, leaving you in tank top and panties in front of him. You were blushing but more because of the situation and the fact that you were absolutely burning inside. Your womanhood was on fire and you could felt it.

James hummed of pleasure as seeing you undressing and he touched your exposed skin, grabbing your ass. Feeling his hands on you was an absolute pleasure and you felt a shiver crossing your body.

"Come here", he whispered as gesturing you to straddle him and you obeyed. Carefully, you placed your both knee on each side of him and he kept caressing your butt, playing with your thong waistband. You decided to roll your hips a little and this made him smile.

He pecked your lips again, a few times, before making you roll to lay you on your back on the mattress. You giggled of surprise this time and naturally opened your legs to make space for him. He pecked your lips, then pecked your neck before gliding his body from the bed to the floor, where he kneeled down. You looked at him with a curious glance and smile.

"Took off that panties and showed me how wet you are baby", he asked again and the fact that he was giving you some kind of orders was ecstatic.

You nodded and slowly put it off before throwing it away inside the room. You kept your legs closed for a moment, feeling a bit exposed and your shyness coming back. James noticed it and placed his both hands on your feet.

"Don't be shy...", he said low as slowly opening your legs, exposing you to him. He chuckled proudly when he noticed how wet you already were.

"I didn't know I would make such effects on you...", he gently said as pulling you over him, opening your legs in front of his face. "You have such a pretty pussy...all wet for me" he whispered as caressing your inner thighs, the shiver forcing you to lay down on your back.

Soon his fingers arrived on your wet folds and the touch gave you a strong shiver, causing you to whine of pleasure.

James giggled and did it again. "So sensitive...", he kept saying as rubbing your lips, gently touching your clit. You moaned again and louder this time, arching your back. James pushed you closer again so he face was really near your pussy, you could also felt his breath on you. You managed to raised a bit your head, leaning back on your elbows to see what he was about to do.

You couldn't kept anymore the loud whine you let out when you feel his tongue licking your wet lips, many times, before lapping on your clit, slowly. Your head titled back and your eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.

"Oh my god..." you whispered with a moan as you felt him licking your entrance, eating you out like a pro.

No doubt he knew what he was doing and it was a pure pleasure. "Oh yes!", he was now teasing your clit, licking and sucking it sweetly, his mustache and beard scratching your sensitive lips. This was insane.

"You taste so good sweetheart", he said as pulling off to catch some air before going back on exploring your lips. "I could eat your pussy all nigh long", he praised again, now testing your entrance with his index, slowly pushing it inside you.

The erotic moan you let out told him he was doing it good and he loved it. He added a second one feeling you were already stretched out for him. He moved them slowly inside you for a moment, going back to suck on your clit at the same time. You were gripping hard the bed sheets, feeling you were loosing control. This was enough to bring you to paradise of pleasure and he hadn't fucked you yet.

James sucked your clit one last time before he pulled off gently his fingers, planting a kiss on your pussy. An unexpected but pleasant gesture. You hadn't come yet but you didn't mind. You wanted him and right now.

James stood up at the side of the bed. and you could clearly see the huge bulge inside his pants. You bite your lips of anticipation, knowing he must be full hard right now and just because of you? You couldn't still believe it. James touched his crotch and caught you glancing up at him. He grinned.

"Be a good girl and took off that top for me", he asked you and you did it without thinking twice.

You put off your tank top and soon your bra, throwing them near the bed, on the floor. James kept looking at you with lustful eyes and darkened pupils. You were absolutely like he imagined your body to be and this aroused him a lot. No doubt you were the kind of girl he liked and he couldn't wait to possess you.

"Gorgeous..." he whispered and this was enough to make you flushed.

He took off his tank top, and you looked at him undressing, enjoying every minute of it. He grinned as he caught your glance again and unzipped his pants, putting off his boxer at the same time as well as his boots. He was now standing naked in front of you and you couldn't prevent yourself from biting your lower lip.

He was absolutely hot and sexy. You wetted just by looking at his beautiful body. He took a condom he had prepared on his bedside table and rolled it on his hard member.

"Like what you see darling?", he asked with a grin and naughty tone when he noticed you were still looking at him.

You nodded and gestured him with your index to come closer. He chuckled and climbed on the bed, positioning himself on top of you. "I see you're more comfortable now".

"Yes I am", you moan as cupping his face to kiss him deep and sensually. You needed to feel him, you needed to feel his hot skin against yours. You laid down slowly still embracing him, opening your legs to give him space.

"Ready babygirl ?", he asked gently as pulling off.

"I want you...j-just...Can we..? I'm sorry, I'm not that...experienced", you mumbled out, a bit nervous, your hands placed on his shoulders.

You really hoped he wouldn't be disappointed by your lack of experience in sex. James smiled and just caressed your face with his fingertips.

"Who cares...I'm going to make you feel good, let's just focus on that alright?". You nodded and he bend to peck your lips before this peck leaded you both into another kissing session.

As kissing you, James hand slowly positioned himself and you gasped, thinking about what was about to come and you mentally thanked him for such kindness. He soon pulled away, getting on his knees to take a pillow.

"Put this under your pelvis", he told you as helping you to place it correctly. "There you go...", he opened your legs for him, grabbing his dick in one hand, slowly teasing your clit with his tip. You looked at him doing it and giggled with a whine of pleasure.

"You like this?" he asked you, doing it again which gave you an other squeeze of pleasure.

"Yes a lot", you confessed in a moan, your head titling back but you wanted to look at it, this vision was purely erotic.

James collected some of your wetness on his tip then, placed himself at your entrance before slowly pushing his thick cock inside you.

"OH !", you laid on your back, moaning and arching your back strongly as you felt him going inside you until he reached the spot.

You placed your arms above your head, gripping the sheets as your legs opened wider naturally for him. He looked a you, searching for your agreement and when you nodded at him, he started to move slowly.

To have an easy access inside, he placed his hands on your hips, having some kind of control on your body. You placed your hands on his, gripping them as you feel pleasure invading you. You closed your eyes, moaning at each thrusts.

"God...you're so tight baby...feels good" he groaned between two thrusts, still going with a slow and regular pace. He felt you were stretching around him at each pushes he was given and he started to move a bit faster.

"Feels good...like this" you whined and moaned freeing one of your hand to touch slowly your swollen clit with your index.

"Oh my god" you moaned when the touch gave you a strike of pleasure.

"You're such a naughty girl...Playing with yourself like this" he groaned low, his eyes not leaving this beautiful image he had in front of him.

He never thought you could be like this but he liked it. He also loved the fact that you seemed more relaxed and comfortable around him.

"Is that what you do when you think about me?". You opened your eyes to catch his dark one and you nodded frantically, biting your lip.

Oh yes, he had no idea that you did that so many times and now you couldn't believe it was really happening. And it was thousand time better than you never expected. He was so good at it.

"Touch yourself for me sweetheart. Make you cum for me" he asked as increasing his movements now. He changed a bit his position, moving his knee to be more comfortable and this pushed him deeper inside you. You moaned loud of surprise and pleasure and your moves on your swollen clit fastened.

"Like this James, yes!", you begged him but you were so desperate to cum now, the pleasure becoming out of control.

Your head landed on the matress and your back arched like you've never did before as you kept praising him to go on his pushes, your climax coming. With the grip he had on your hips, he could make your pelvis hit his in a obscene sound.

"That's it baby... Cum for me. Cum all over my cock. I want it" he helped you with his dirty talk but when you opened your eyes again and saw him on top of you, fucking you so well, with his sweaty inked arms and beautiful face, it was enough to pushed you over the edge. Your pussy wetted more, helping his thrusts.

"OH..." you moaned loud as moving your pelvis at this pace, moving your index faster on your clit, feeling his dick hitting your spots and this bulge of pleasure blooming inside your lower belly. "Yes James...don't stop...like this".

"C'mon baby, give it to me! " he groaned louder.

"Yes, yes, yes !" you panted hard as finally the explosion came inside you, pushing a shot of pleasure through your veins and a strong shiver.

"Oh god !" you moaned again as riding your orgasm, legs shaking. James stayed deep but didn't move, feeling your pussy squeezing around his dick. He groaned as he fought to keep his dick inside, your pussy pushing to let it out.

You touched your clit till the end, your belly moving up and down frantically. He was groaning and chuckling proud of himself as bending to kiss you.

"Good girl" he whispered, pecking you many times.

He was still moving inside you, your pussy being now oversensitive and a bit sore but you didn't mind, somehow it was pleasant and you wanted him to reach his pleasure as well. You tried to caught your breath, watching him enjoying his pleasure. He was gorgeous.

"I want you to come inside me...please", you begged again, touching your clit to tease him cause you noticed how much he liked watching your doing it.

"I'm gonna cum inside that pretty pussy of yours don't worry... Is that what you want baby?", James hands left your hips to stay for on the mattress. He leaned on them for support, fucking you missionary now but with in a intimate way, his chest stuck on yours.

"Yes James, I want it so much...", you answered, keeping a hand on your cunt.

James bend to look at what you were doing, moaning before bending to kiss you deep. You felt his dick pushing deeper again and it was your turn to moan against his lips. You pulled away and locked your eyes with his.

" Fuck me James, cum inside me. I want it so much", you whispered, looking deep inside his beautiful blue eyes and no longer after, you saw him closing his eyes, gasping and panting hard, groaning low as he cum inside you. You could felt his dick contracted around your walls and somehow, It was pleasant and you moaned with him.

"OH... God!", he closed his eyes, groaning and mumbling some "fuck" moving slowly inside you until he finally pulled out all of his seed.

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Day 3 of winter fluff! A bit more sappy than fluffy but hey, sometimes they need some sap.

Prompt: Gifts

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Part of Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Premise: Astarion and you love stealing gifts for each other all the time, so when it comes to a Winter Solstice present, you’re stumped on what to give him. You’re not particularly talented at things that aren’t killing, so you ask your good friend Shadowheart for advice. It turns out Astarion had much the same issue.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Holidays, post-canon

Word count: 1.5k

“Shadowheart, I need your help!” you say to the cleric, who’s currently sitting at your dining table. She'd come over for drinks and stayed the night, providing you with the perfect opportunity to get her opinion.

She looks up from her morning meal to your sudden, panicked appearance. “Good morning to you too.”

“Good morning,” you say with a huff. “Now, would you please help me?”

“That depends,” she says, lolling her head to the side pensively. “Are you here for the exact same reason Astarion ambushed me this morning?”

You give her a confused look, as if to say, ‘how-the-hells-am-I-supposed-to-know-that’ and respond with a pleading, “Shadowheart.”

"You're both so predictable," she says with a sigh. "Very well, what do you need help with?"

"It's almost the Winter Solstice and I don't know what to get Astarion." It's the first Winter Solstice you'll spend together, and while you were looking forward to having some company over for a Midwinter celebration in a few weeks, this holiday would just be for the two of you.

Shadowheart purses her lips knowingly, and you belatedly realize what she'd meant.

"He asked you too, didn't he?"

"He did," she says, taking an excruciatingly long sip from her goblet of what you strongly suspect is more wine. "And I'm going to tell you the exact same thing I told him: you're the only one who knows what would be meaningful."

"What kind of advice is that?" you ask with a scoff, before you start to walk off.

"Funny, he said the same thing."

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Despite your complaints, Shadowheart's advice does prove useful. When you finally sit down to think, you come up with a few strong candidates for presents.

A new dagger– he keeps talking about how one of his current ones has a hilt that cuts into his thumb.

A new pomade for his curls– he’s noted a few times that the kind he uses doesn't take well to the cold.

A skeleton key – you're not sure how difficult it would be to obtain, but he's mentioned one more than enough times that you're certain he would make good use of it. 

But all of these things are so… normal. After all of the adventures you've lived though together in such a short amount of time, none of these items feel like enough.

What can I get him? You pace, you yell, you assure the man in question that you're perfectly fine, thanks for asking.

It's not until Astarion's distracted by his meditation that an idea finally clicks. Aha!

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"Well darling, I know we said nothing too much this year– after all we found each other, the greatest gift of all," Astarion says with an exaggerated hair toss, to which you give an amused snort. "But I couldn't help myself." 

He hands you an ornate metal box, atop which a large red ribbon is expertly tied. "Astarion," you say with a gasp. "This looks too nice!"

"If you think the wrapping is nice, wait until you open it," he says with a cheeky, fanged grin.

"Wait– before I open it!" 

You're both seated before your fireplace, cuddled up on a couch. So when you suddenly jolt up, ruining Astarion's cozy lean into you, you just hear a disgruntled, 'really, darling!' 

Paying no mind to his complaint, you go to where you hid your present for him. You have a quick moment of concern, is it enough? Will he like it? But your excitement to give him the gift overrides all others, so you scoop it up and return to your lover.

"Here, let’s open them together,” you say, depositing your far-less-impressive gift box on his lap. It’s still a nice wooden box with a gold ribbon tying it together, which Astarion gladly takes.

“Oh darling, you shouldn’t have,” he says, with unabashed joy on his face. 

You sit facing one another and open your gifts on the count of three. 1… 2… 3!

A moment later you have the ribbon off and the box opened in front of you to see a set of three items, each more beautifully embroidered than the last: a silken black scarf, a pair of delicate black lambskin leather gloves, and a black hooded cloak.

On the first, you see a pattern of red azaleas along the edges, a flower with nectar often used in poisons. Your knowledge of toxins was one of the things you’d first bonded over– you remember entering a vivid conversation with him over the merits of various poisonous plants and which venoms were worth using in combat.

On the second, you see a gold pattern of thieves’ cant symbols along the rim of the gloves. You take a moment to read the text, easily slipping into the written language of rogues. The left glove says, ‘together we fight’ and the right glove says, ‘together we stay.’ How appropriate for a matching set of gloves, you think.

On the third, the cloak, the embroidery is done in a dark gray thread, likely to keep it practical for hiding in the shadows. The effect is subtle but beautiful, as you see that Astarion has detailed out two sections of the cloak. On one side is a deadly looking dagger, a snake wrapped around it. Next to that is a matching dagger with a bat hanging from it. You smile at it, a deep affection gripping your heart– it’s the two of you.

“Oh Astarion,” you say, looking back to him with a lump in your throat.

The man in question is still absorbed with one of your gifts, and you realize he’s likely unable to hear you right now. 

Before him lay your own presents: a new dagger, like you’d planned for, a new pommade which it appears he’s already opened, and the object he’s currently using. In his hands is a smooth, fist-sized orb, glassy in appearance but clouded over now as Astarion uses it. With some assistance from Gale, you’d managed to procure a memory orb, an object that allows you to store up to ten minutes of memories and relive those memories by concentrating on the object. 

You’d filled it with memories of the two of you, including hugs, kisses, moments of love and excitement. It was a cacophonous melody of your time together so far, and one that seems to be a tune to Astarion’s liking, judging from the smile on his face as he concentrates on the object.

After the ten minutes elapses, he emerges from the memory to find you already wearing the gifts he’s made you. “Astarion, I can’t believe you made these in such a short amount of time,” you say, as soon as he’s back. “They’re amazing.”

He laughs breathlessly, head still swimming with memories. “I’m glad you like them, dear. It certainly helps that I can embroider while you sleep.”

“Well, you outdid yourself,” you say, showing off your gloved hands to him. “Every little detail is just so perfect. Thank you, love.”

“Of course,” he says and his smile overwhelms you with its brilliance. “And your gifts, especially the orb... darling, that was…” He trails off, looking at you with glassy eyes. 

“It wasn’t too sappy?” you ask him, knowing how uncomfortable he gets when things get too mushy.

He shakes his head at you, and grabs your gloved hands in his. “Not at all. It was fantastic. Seeing myself through your memories… I guess I see why you fell for me.” His fanged grin is wicked, but the love behind his eyes is unmistakable. 

“You were annoying easily to fall for, love,” you say with a wistful sigh. You pause a moment and tug on his arms. “I confess, I also wanted to get you a skeleton key, but I’m starting to think those are a myth.”

Astarion laughs, placing the rest of the presents on a side table and pulling you closer. “Isn’t that sweet of you? No need dear, there’s nothing behind a lock that I need that badly, not when I have you.” He presses a soft peck on your lips as he drags you onto him.

“Wintertime has done something to you, love,” you say, curling into his lap. “I’ve never seen you so sappy.”

The man grimaces, but holds you close all the same. “Please don’t say that near Shadowheart, she’s already accused me of something heinous.” 

“Oh? What’s that?”

“She said I was ‘getting into the holiday spirit’,” he answers, all but gagging on his own words. “Ridiculous. I just enjoy lavishing you with gifts.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and say, “You are quite good at that.”

“Mmhm,” he murmurs happily at your praise. Carefully unwrapping your new scarf from your neck, he begins peppering you with kisses. Each sends a jolt of electricity down your spine and you only hold him tighter. “You know, some of those memories were quite… well, memorable. Would you care to recreate any?”

The only response you can manage under his fervent kisses is a pleased hum. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a note to thank Shadowheart for her sage gift-giving advice.

[zoeykallus]

hi i couldn't find the status of your requests so i figure there is no harm in just putting this out there? I understand if they are closed though and I just didn't find it so no pressure!!

Anyways, I wanted to request thigh riding with the bad batch + rex (and maybe fives if you are down?)

Thank you so much!!!

Aloha!

Hmm, good request 🤤 I can only guess, but looking at the thigh riding thing, I assume we talk about a fem!Reader? Well, let's hope I assumed right 😅

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 1 Of 2

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Dry Humping/Thigh Riding/Strong Language/18+

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AC: Sorry, got carried away with the idea I had for the Tech part. And Again, I did much more than I planned in the first place, so I have to make this into two parts, or I'll never get done with this 😅

Tech

You are working in the small engine room of the Marauder. It's pretty cramped in here, you're practically sitting on Tech's lap, or rather he's sitting, and you're standing, one of his legs between yours. It's warm in here, so you've shed most of your gear. Tech is practically wearing just his Blacks, codpiece and tool belt. You're wearing a tank top and your tight yoga pants. Actually, you had wanted to do some exercise, but Tech approached you and asked for help before you could.

You're wrenching something behind Tech, practically over his shoulder, and he's working at about your waist level next to you.

"Isn't that too uncomfortable? It's cramped in here, and working so close together isn't everyone's cup of tea."

You shrug your shoulders and say, "It doesn't bother me."

Of course, you don't mind working so closely with Tech, quite the opposite, but you don't say it so specifically.

He says matter-of-factly, "Besides you, there's only Wrecker here today, and he won't fit between the machines with me."

Clearly, you hope there's more to it than practical thinking, but you can never be sure with Tech.

"I understand," you say neutrally and ask, "Can you see what you're working on or am I in the way?"

You don't see Tech's gaze glance very briefly over your cleavage and then back to his work.

He replies, "I can't complain about the view."

You wonder at his choice of words, but don't really think anything of it, not with Tech. He changes his position a bit to better reach the cables he needs to connect, brushing his thigh up between yours, touching the center between them for a brief moment.

Immediately, heat rises in you and a tingling sensation deep in your belly moves down into the heated triangle between your thighs.

"I'm sorry," he says softly.

You're so close to him, but you're working, actually, there's nothing really intimate about this, but it feels like it. It's a bittersweet agony. As far as you know, Tech has no idea you have a crush on him. Would he work as closely with you if he did know?

You also have to bend over further and down, towards him. Your center is now practically resting on his thigh. You feel every little muscle movement on his part through the thin fabric of your pants.

Nervously, you lick your lips, glad that Tech doesn't have Hunter's senses, because otherwise he would already know about the heat rising in you. It tingles wonderfully, you feel a little ashamed of it, but you also enjoy it.

As Tech moves again, pushing his thigh up again, a surprised gasp comes over your lips. He pauses, as do you.

"Is this uncomfortable for you? I mean working in this position?" he asks cautiously.

You clear your throat before answering, "No, not at all"

"You seem a little tense".

You feel hot and cold and consider telling him the truth.

"I… it feels, pleasant" you say softly.

Tech tries to read in your tone, in your posture, by now he's learned a little, but he's not sure.

"Maybe we should try to release some of this tension?"

You pause again, listening.

"It sounds like you already have ideas about that," you say curiously.

He fidgets a bit, unsure how to proceed, causing even more friction between your thighs and eliciting another small gasp from you. Tech holds still, slowly looking up at you standing there over his lap.

With his index finger, he thoughtfully pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose and says, "Oh, I see. Is it sexual tension?"

"I… what?" you ask, perplexed.

Instead of repeating his question, he tenses his thigh and lets it gently but firmly brush over your clothed pussy. The tool slips from your hand, falls clattering to the floor, and your hands automatically shoot to his shoulders.

When he stops again, you hastily let go of his shoulders. You feel your panties wet by now, your face and ears feeling red hot.

"Tech-" you begin, but he gently interrupts you.

"It's okay, I'm happy to help you release this tension if you'll let me".

He's still looking up, into your face, as he removes his gloves. Slowly, carefully, his hands move to your hips and gently but firmly grasp, pushing you towards his tense thigh. You almost automatically pick up the motion he's giving you with his hands, rubbing your pussy over his thigh. The friction instantly sends sweet, tingling pulses through your starved neural pathways. Your hands travel down his neck and over his shoulders.

Slowly but purposefully, his hands move to your buns and grasp, curious as well as hungry, kneading gently.

Somewhat breathlessly, Tech says, "You'll tell me if I go too far?"

Your mind is completely befuddled at the moment, all you can think about is that feeling, his hands on your ass, his thigh against your pussy.

"Okay," you say just as breathlessly.

His fingertips wander testingly and gently to the waistband of your yoga pants, slipping very slowly underneath and pulling the fabric down a little. Tech waits while you continue to shamelessly rub against him. When you voice no objections, instead rubbing against him even more intensely, his fingers begin to slide down the sides of your buns, under the fabric of the panties, and feel the bare skin underneath.

He gropes and expels a shaky breath. Behind his codpiece, the only piece of his armor he wears, his cock is already hard as stone. He hears you gasp and looks up again. Your eyes are closed, your head leaning back, your fingers clawed into his shoulders as your climax overtakes you.

With his mouth open, he stares at you, listening, his hands firmly on your bare ass. His thighs tremble, including the one you're rubbing against. He swallows, suppresses a soft curse, and surprisingly cums under his codpiece. Tech didn't necessarily expect that, at the moment he's grateful to be camouflaged.

Your eyes open and with heated cheeks you look at him.

"Thank you, Tech," you say softly, a little breathlessly.

He clears his throat and says, "Anytime."

Hunter

He smirks at you, you return his gaze questioningly.

"What's going on? What are you thinking about right now?"

He laughs softly.

"I can smell what you're thinking about."

You get hot and cold, you want to avert your eyes in shame, but he says, "Besides, I see you staring at my thighs," and taps his right thigh invitingly, "Come here sweetie."

You stand up, coming closer. As soon as you're in range, he unbuckles the piece of armor on his thigh, drops it to the ground, grabs your hips with gusto, and pulls you onto his thigh. Hunter grabs your chin, kisses you softly and says, "I know what my girl likes."

Indeed, he does. His hands move to the hem of your skirt and push it up, exposing your lace panties. Hunter smiles and looks back up into your face.

"Are you wearing some pretty underwear for me".

You nod with a small smirk.

Hunter's hands slide down your thighs, the touch on your bare skin, leaving a pleasant tingle that travels all the way to your pussy. Finally, his hands are on your hips under your skirt. He tenses his thigh, letting you feel it.

"Go ahead, get what you need," he says suggestively, pulling on your hips in an inviting way.

You start to move, and he flexes his thigh muscle to give you some incentive. Your clit rubs over his hard, taut muscle. It doesn't take long for your juices to collect and start dripping through the panties and staining his blacks.

"I'm going to stain your blacks," you say with a soft sigh.

"That's alright" Hunter assures you, "I can change later".

You move faster, massaging your pussy against his thigh, feeling the familiar tingle in your belly, the longed-for pulse in your wet slit. Hunter listens to your little sighs and moans, looks contentedly at your fingers clinging to the breastplate of his armor.

He glances down, pulling the fabric of your skirt up a bit more, and grins as he sees the wet spot spreading there on the fabric at his thigh.

"Good girl, keep going, keep going".

He is horny, his cock already hard behind his codpiece, but he lets you do your thing. He starts to gently knead your ass, sliding his fingers over your buns. Suddenly, one of his hands pulls the neckline of your top down along with the cups of your bra, exposing your breasts. The next moment, he has one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue dancing around the sensitive bud.

A moan passes your lips, a renewed, much more intense pulse starts in your belly and shoots downward, your thighs clamp around his as his hands reach for your ass again while his mouth lusts over your breasts.

"Fuck," you moan out softly.

It's almost time. He hums contentedly into your cleavage as he feels your thighs tremble around his. Your pussy contracts, your clit pulses and in a hot wave, your orgasm releases and with a heavy sigh, your upper body tips forward.

He laughs softly, his face between your breasts. Breathing heavily, you lean back again, your cheeks burning hot.

Hunter has been holding back all this time, but now he's so horny, the night is sure to be long and hot.

Echo

You're just getting out of the shower, jumping at him when you see him in your living room. Echo is back unexpectedly early from his last mission. You are wearing only underwear, your skin is still partially wet. You knock him over with you and he falls butt first onto the sofa, you land on his lap.

"Wow, sweetie, someone's glad to see me," he says with a laugh and returns the hug.

In the next second he realizes that you are almost naked and fresh out of the shower. His cheeks start to warm.

"Okay, we should agree that from now on you will always greet me in such a stormy and half-naked way," he says with a wry little smile.

The fresh air makes your nipples stand up, and he can clearly see them showing under the thin fabric of the lacy bra. Echo licks his lips, for a moment he can't help but just stare at them.

"Echo."

Startled, he tears himself away from the sight and looks up into your face.

"Yeah?"

You bite your lower lip, giving him that one look he already knows from you, the look that tells him you're horny, that you want something specific from him. Echo blinks, already feeling it slowly getting hard behind his codpiece.

He finally smiles.

"Need some lovin' by your favorite soldier?" he asks, slightly insinuating.

Your fingers wander to his thighs and roam over them testingly, his gaze following your hands.

"Oh, I see. A little ride?"

You nod, and your smile widens. Without hesitation, Echo removes the thigh guard of his armor and, wrapping his Scomp Link arm around you, pulls you toward him. Echo tenses the muscle, pushing it toward your pussy, toward the movements of your hips.

"My sweet, dirty girl," he murmurs suggestively.

His free hand probes your bare skin, stroking, kneading, grasping as you rub your pussy faster and harder against his thigh.

"You're all wet, aren't you? Let me feel"

You lift your lap a little, his hand immediately wandered to the fabric of your panties.

"Very wet, very wet indeed," he says with satisfaction, slipping his fingers under the fabric.

You moan his name as his fingers slide through your damp folds, two of his fingertips finding your hole and slipping between the slick walls.

Echo bites his lower lip, your pussy feels great, so soft, tight and warm. His cock is almost painfully hard. He fingers you as his thumb massages your clit, listening to your little sighs. Finally, he hastily pulls his hand back from you to take off his codpiece, palming his cock over the fabric. You reach under the waistband of his blacks and pull them down. His beautiful, hard cock pops out from behind the fabric.

His hand goes between your thighs again, his fingers gathering up as much of your arousal as possible, then he takes his hard length in his hand and starts pumping.

"Such a good wet girl" he says almost as if in a trance, "Sit back down, rub against me darling".

You do as you're told, humping his taut thigh, the yearning, tingling pulse building again, steadily increasing. The more intensely you rub against him, the more intensely he pumps his cock in his hand.

The second you feel your orgasm coming, you grab his face with both hands, entangling him in a heartfelt kiss as your thighs tremble around his. He moans in surprise into your mouth as he cums just a heartbeat later.

You release your lips from each other breathlessly.

Echo whispers, "Gods, I missed you."

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[nightfallgame]

SHORT — Kai (01)

Originally Written: 06-17-20

Prompt: how would Kai react to an so that wants to help out with the pain from his scars? Things like putting ointment on them, getting him hot water bottles etc to help out w the pain?

Under normal circumstances, anyone who tried to put a hand on Kai without good warning would have gotten it cut off. 

Touch hurts. Touch always hurts. 

Kai figured that out quick back with Blight. 

But now, that part of his life is just kind of... over. He's with someone who looks out for him no matter how much he complains and bites back. He's with someone who refuses to let his damaged self and prickly attitude scare them off. 

He's with you. 

You have a weird sort of fixation on him that Kai can't quite force himself to mind. Between insisting on taking care of him like you think he needs it and being so relentlessly nice that it's almost sickening, you seem damn-well determined to be as good to Kai as anyone's ever tried to be. Or more accurately, no one. No one's ever tried. 

"Here, I brought you a hot water bottle." You knocked before you entered 'his' room. That's a courtesy that Kai never would have thought would be extended to him. 

"The fuck's that for," Kai snaps in return. 

"Pain. You've got those scars all over, I know I've been talking about it lately, so I tried to find something to help. Heat is supposed to be good for that kind of thing."

You plop something large and warm into Kai's lap. He flinches, because every sudden movement does that to him, and stares at it. It's a large, opaque plastic bottle that's emanating enough heat that Kai can feel it through the blankets on his bed. 

You'd been talking about wanting to have some time to look after his scars. Kai doesn't see what the fucking point is. They're ugly. They hurt. They're everywhere. That's all there really is to it. He doesn't remember where most of them came from, either, so they don't matter a whole lot now. He's been stitched up enough times that the residual pain barely matters a bit. 

"That's for the ones on your chest. You can hug it. It's warm!" You're smiling irritatingly. Kai hates how at-ease the sight makes him feel. 

"Like hell, I need that," he bites back. "Why're you being so pushy?"

"Because I want to help? I brought other stuff too, so if you don't want the water bottle, we can try something else." 

Relentless. You've always said that it's the only way to get through to him. 

Maybe you're right. 

"Fine, whatever," Kai snaps, snatching the water bottle and squeezing it to his chest. Just as quickly, he has to hold back a little gasp. The damn thing is warm, and that heat apparently feels abso-fucking-lutely wonderful against his skin, even over his shirt. 

And yeah, his scars hurt like a bitch. They always have. Kai's had them for so long and has gotten so used to always hurting that it doesn't really matter to him anymore. The absence of some kind of pain is a foreign concept, but then again, so was the idea of someone touching him without pain up until a short while ago. 

The water bottle is actually kind of nice. 

"Good?" you ask, then continue without waiting for an answer. "I have scar cream too! And a little massager thingy that's supposed to help with the pain. As for the scar cream, can I..." You trail off, staring at Kai's face in a way that conveys exactly what you mean. 

You're looking right at the scars on his face— the three long, nasty lines crisscrossing his chin and cheeks. You want to touch those. 

"Do whatever you want."

He should tell you no. He shouldn't let this happen. Your normal affectionate behavior is bad enough— having you touch his face should be a thousand times worse. 

You settle on the bed next to him with tenderness in your eyes. 

Kai thinks he feels his heart miss a beat. 

While Kai's not paying attention, you squeeze some of the cream out onto your fingers. It's off-white and smells strongly of medicine. Kai stares at it for a moment, trying to find his composure. The next thing he knows, you're reaching for his face and—

Your fingers trace an impossibly slow, careful line up the scar along his right cheek, rubbing in the cream as you go. 

A soft breath leaves him. You follow the scar up and down, rubbing the sharp-smelling cream into it as you go. Kai somehow manages to stay still as you do. 

This feels weird. This feels wrong. You're moving on to the second scar, the one along his chin, and Kai doesn't know how he's possibly supposed to respond. You're being so fucking gentle. By all rights, this should hurt. No one else would have been able to make it not. But with you, there's just a tender brush of fingers along the marred skin of his face. 

That goes on for a few minutes, you tracing all three scars and working the cream into every one. By the end of it, they actually do hurt a bit less, which Kai wouldn't admit to even if you shot him. He also catches himself trying to lean after your touch, which means that he should probably shoot himself at this point. 

"That okay?"

"Y-Yeah... Felt weird."

"I can imagine. Now... can I try the massager thing? Even on the ones on your arms or something?" You're smiling obnoxiously. Kai wants to scream. 

"Do whatever you want." Even though he tries to say it dismissively, Kai caves nonetheless, letting go of the water bottle for long enough to strip off his shirt and give you better access. He doesn't like you seeing, but at the same time... you really might just be trying to help.

Kai barely resists shaking his head. No. That's not how it works. Even someone like you can't truly be trusted. 

You get behind him, then, a small, white device in one hand. Kai feels himself tensing, body instinctively anticipating pain. This has to be going to hurt somehow, he thinks— then remembers much too quickly how careful you were with the ones on his face. 

"Gonna turn it on," you murmur, pressing the blunt, cool tip to a patch of bare skin on Kai's upper back. Kai grumbles wordlessly

There's a click of a button—

The tool vibrates against Kai's back, the sudden sensory input leaving him tensing bad. But just as quickly, you're bracing the tip against one of his smaller, yet still painful scars. A second passes, and it actually starts to feel good. The buzzing isn't too intense now that he's getting used to it, and the rounded tip is massaging strongly into the scar and the muscle beneath it. 

A little sigh leaves Kai's lips. He doesn't let his eyes close. He can't. 

"Sorry, I know you're probably not too fond of this. But I'll be careful. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?" Your voice sounds somehow warm. Kai must be losing his fucking mind. "I want this to help. You deserve it."

Angrily, Kai grabs the hot water bottle again, giving himself something to hold onto.