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lcriedlastnight · 2 days

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Fake dating and drunken kisses with Oscar. The drunken kisses, with reader's fingers in Oscar's hair and reader sitting in his lap, kissing him with no restraint; things getting heated, Oscar's hands slipping under reader's top and earning a slight shiver from her. All the while, Oscar could only wish reader would kiss him like this when they're sober. Oscar lets that thought linger until they both fall asleep in each other's arms after kissing way too many times to count because they can't seem to get enough of each other.

thanks anon, lovely! i appreciate you very much.

tw: fem!reader. maybe a few swears. not spell checked. not too sure, lmk if you want me to add any.

w/c: 1.8k

it wasn’t oscar’s idea, he swears. but now he’s here, at this club, filled with his fellow drivers, random celebrities he can’t be arsed to learn the names of, multiple fan girls trying to get with lando and you.

he wasn’t even sure it was lando’s idea to go out to some random club in miami to celebrate his first win. it probably was, if he thought straight, but how could he? with a mix of a constant supply of alcohol and you swimming through his veins, he doesn’t know how anyone expects him to think straight.

he had the pleasure of you being glued to his side from the moment the both of you stepped into the club, your hand not leaving his arm for a whole thirty minutes.

this was all for show of course, but his friends around him didn’t know this, they thought whatever you and him had going on was real and it was nights like these where he could play into his deepest fantasies. the ones where you’re not all over him because you have to be, but because you want to be. like he longs for you to be.

you started off sitting beside him. your hand sitting loosely on his forearm, your touch light and tickling a little as you run your fingers over his bare skin. the more drinks you were convinced to down with lando, and the shots logan told you tasted so good, ended up with you being a little more than drunk.

so you went from sitting politely beside him, three hours before, to your legs slung over his lap, half sitting on him half not.

because oscar had had significantly less than you to drink tonight he was way less drunk and more tipsy. drunk enough to follow in your footsteps with how affectionate you were being. although he didn’t think he had to have alcohol to do it. just your permission.

“the thing is, batman really did hate the joker he was just afraid to let him know it. he for sure has like emotional problems or something. but by the end of the film he lets everyone in and it’s so nice!”. you had just finished explaining the plot of the lego batman film to oscar. he nodded along, listening as best as he could, although you did loose him at some points, he would have to watch it to see what you were talking about.

the table was almost empty by the end of your ramble, everyone having left because they didn’t really care much, neither did oscar but he cared about what you cared about so maybe he did.

he hums as his hand played with your hair, brushing it away from your face and tangling it between his fingers. he had a strong urge to kiss you right now. but your agreement had been to only kiss if everyone wasn’t convinced, which meant you guys had only kissed once or twice. and that was at the start of- well whatever this was. everyone was easily convinced you two were together. oscar didn’t know whether to be happy at annoyed.

oscar’s knocked out of his thoughts by you shuffling around to sit yourself on his lap. your smile bright.

“thanks for listening osc. m’gonna kiss you now, okay?” you mumble out, your hands holding onto his shoulders. oscar’s on your hips, holding you still.

he barely get a second to even register your words before your leaning down and locking your lips on his. he feels guilty because you’re way more drunk than him but before he can pull away from you, your mouth opens and you’re sloppily kissing him a little bit harder. he returns the favour, quickly.

you’re both interrupted by a voice calling over to you both to ‘get some!’. you pull away embarrassed, hiding your head in the crook of oscar’s neck. his hands jump to cradle the back of your head and your neck. his touch gentle and loving. oscar wants to kill whatever driver hollered at them. now you’re embarrassed and you’ll probably never want to kiss him again!

after maybe ten minutes you pop your head out from it’s hiding place. your eyes glassy as you stare at oscar.

“can we go home?” you ask him. you seem less drunk than you were before the kiss. maybe it sobered you up? oscar thinks for a moment before replying. “home?”.

“your room.” you clarify. your words come out shy, which surprises him. he’s never really seen you shy before. it’s a side he comes to enjoy. he nods at your words and quickly pulls his phone out to book an uber for you both.

you ungraciously pull yourself off his lap and stand, wobbling in your heels next to the table, waiting on him. oscar is quick to follow suit, making sure he has your purse and that your purse has all your things inside. once he’s sure he has everything he grabs your hand in his.

“c’mon pretty. we gotta say bye to lando first before we leave.” he tells you, voice all soft and syrupy. you nod, agreeing.

oscar pulls you through all the dancing bodies on the dance floor, his hand gripping yours tightly making sure you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd of people. he eventually spots lando in the corner and explains that you’re both leaving.

“you’re leaving! why?!” lando complains over the loud, thumping music. you wobble on your heels and half fall into oscar, who catches you quickly, like if you were to fall you would die.

“we’re getting pretty tired” oscar tells him, his eyes saying sorry, but he wasn’t really. not when you were coming home with him. lando pouts and complains but eventually bids you both goodnight before finding his dance partner again.

oscar says goodbyes to other people he sees on the way to the door, hand still clutching yours. you mumble your goodbyes too not wanting to seem rude. the uber is waiting for you both outside and oscar couldn’t be more glad wanting to get you to the hotel as soon as he can.

the boy helps you inside then gets inside too. he helps you buckle your belt, the alcohol in his system helping him converse with the driver, his hand glued to your thigh, rubbing softly.

you rest the side of your head on the car door and it thumps against it as the car follows the roads bumps and turns. oscar looks at you in concern but doesn’t mention it. the ride to the hotel isn’t as long as you thought it would be but you think it must be because of the alcohol.

oscar helps you out the car and thanks the driver before grabbing your hand again and leading you into the hotel. he thanks his luck once again this night, as he thinks about how lovey you were being with him. he knows you don’t do it normally because it’s not in your agreement unless necessary but god, to have you touch him like this when you were sober.

you both cling to each other in the elevator as oscar presses soft kisses to your shoulder as you stand in front of him. you lean your head back on his chest, revelling in his affection. the elevator stops at his floor and he leads you to his room.

“i’m sleeping in your bed with you tonight, by the way” you say as he swiped the key card and ushers you inside.

oscar’s brows jump up in surprise and amusement as a smirk makes its way to his mouth. “where else would you be sleeping, hm?” he asks.

that stupid smirk just makes you want to kiss it off of him, so you do. you lean up on your tiptoes to kiss him gently. oscar feels you straining and leans down to kiss you better. your hands make their way up to his hair to tug a little, earning yourself a little groan. this makes you smile into his mouth. he pulls away at this.

oscar doesn’t think his life can get any better as be presses firm kisses to your lips before pulling away, your own lips chasing his. he throws his head back with a silent groan before asking, “m’kay pretty girl, time for bed?”. you nod and let him lead you to get ready for bed.

you take significantly longer than oscar to get ready for bed, so he sits in his once lonely bed waiting for you, thinking about how good he must’ve been in his past life to be able to do this with you tonight. he wants to be this domestic with you for the rest of his life. he’s not even being dramatic. the sound of your footsteps breaks him out of his train of thoughts.

“hey, look at you! c’mere pretty.” oscar coos as he pats his lap, signalling for you to sit. you follow his directions and clamber into his lap, still a little drunk. the boy holds back a chuckle. he feels drunk then too but not off those stupid shots you took with logan, off your touch. he thinks about your dress from tonight. then he kisses you again.

oscar traces your lips with his tongue and you open for him, letting him in. you kiss each other lazily, you’re in no rush. your hands find his hair again tugging again. in retaliation his own hand moves from your waist to slide underneath your (his) t-shirt. he lays a big, open palm on your back, almost supporting you as you sit on top of him.

you two kiss for what seems like days but is only a few hours. oscar can tell from your kiss bitten lips. he smiles at your tired and glassy eyes as you tell him you’re tired.

you end up with your face pressed against his chest and your legs tangled up with his, your feet touching his somehow. you mumble into his chest, but oscar misses it.

“what, pretty?” he asks, a hand scratching gently at your scalp to help lull you to sleep.

“said night osc.” you tell him, a little louder this time. he grins at your tired voice.

“oh. sorry, g’night pretty girl” oscar must be too late though as he feels your breath even out. he sighs to himself, his hand still moving. there’s no way he was getting sleep any time soon. mind racing around the fact that he could be doing this every night with you, if he just told you.

your touch, your kisses, every night. oscar loved seeing you free tonight. he wanted that for you everyday. there was definitely a conversation to be had tomorrow.

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tadpolesonalgae · 1 day

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Flavoured condoms — headcanons

a/n: I’ve had this in my drafts for a couple of months but I kind of forgot about it 🤦 (and maybe was a little embarrassed to post it)

warnings: oral, obviously (m! recieving), Rhys is a little mean, reader’s a bit of a menace with Cass, Eris, and Lu

Rhysand: Strawberry

“What’s that look for?” You ask suspiciously as he enters the living room, finishing rolling up his sleeves over his elbows, showing off his forearms.

He comes to a stop beside you, leaning against the wall, gazing down at where you’re sat.

“Look?” He muses, a sinister glint in his sharp, violet eyes. “You want to talk about my look?”

You raise a brow, keeping your book open, lips curving at the edges, “what else?”

A muscle twitches in his jaw, and you allow your gaze to travel over him, deliciously muscled arms folded over his broad chest, long legs crossed at the ankles, raven hair just a little ruffled.

“You’re a smart girl,” he muses, “I’m sure you know what you’ve been doing.”

Heat unspools in your lower abdomen, crossing your legs as you lean back into the plush cushion of the armchair. “I’m sure I have no idea,” you reply, smirking.

His smile tightens, then he’s pushing off from the wall, tension uncoiling as he moves to be before you, broad palms settling with a rough edge around your waist, touching your hips as he effortlessly raises you from your seat.

“Rhys!” You yelp, book falling onto the side table as you squirm, using your hands to grip onto him as he turns you both around, tucking you into his lap as he takes your place.

“I was reading,” you snap, thighs spread over him, back arched a little out of instinct, hands pressed to his chest. He watches you keenly, an intensity simmering beneath his carefully crafted features.

“Are you going to fix that attitude, or should I?” He murmurs, hot lips brushing your own, dark power practically rolling off him in waves. Maybe you actually pissed him off.

But you smile, shifting closer, thighs parting more so your centre is right on top of him. “I thought you liked my attitude, Rhys,” you muse sweetly, subtly grinding down in his lap.

The stars wink out in his gaze, and anticipation bubbles away in your tummy, already beginning to ache for him, able to feel him pressing flush between your legs.

“Get on your knees,” he orders quietly, lips curved in a tight smile, jaw tense as he releases your hips.

“Yes sir,” you reply playfully, grinning as you pull away from him, sliding down his body to kneel between his long legs, giving you enough space to settle.

“You want to tell me why you were letting her put her hands all over you?” He asks lowly, watching as you hungrily take initiative, hands deftly undoing the buckle of his belt, mouth watering.

“Jealous, Rhys?” You smirk, glancing up at him, using your hand to palm against the prominent shape of him. “You know she was just teasing. She does it with everyone.”

“You’re taken,” he replies lowly, eyes darkening as his hand releases its tight grip on the arm of the chair, fingers sliding through your hair to forcefully pull you closer between his thighs. Wetness pools in your underwear at the dominance. How possessive he can become.

“By who?” You ask, still smiling as your back curves, gripping him as you pull him out, tongue flicking out over your lips. “You’ve never mentioned exclusivity. We aren’t even officially together.”

“You’re still mine.”

“Hmm?” You tilt your head teasingly, pushing against his grip, lessening your hold on him. “This is the first I’m hearing of it?”

“Don’t fucking lie,” he growls, roughly pulling your hair back with both hands so he can hold it all in one fist. “You’re with me. I’m the only one you see when you want pleasure. The only one who can give you pleasure.”

“You are?” You ask, still smiling, “because it felt pretty good to have her hands on me.”

“Because you knew what it would do to me,” he replies roughly. “What I’d do to make sure you learned your lesson.”

“And what lesson is that, High Lord?”

His eyes practically glow with power, feeling as it unspools around you, crackling in the air as tension threads through his shoulders, patience waring thin.

He jerks on your hair roughly, pulling you upward onto your knees, your hands steadying yourself on his hip and thigh, jaw tiled upward as he peers down at you.

“You only need me,” he growls lowly. “I’m everything you could ever want.”

You tilt your chin higher, staring him down, “I’m sure I could find good cock elsewhere,” you say, eyes twinkling, “you aren’t the first, Rhys.”

His smile stretches into a grin, nails scraping across your scalp. “I’ll make you beg before the hour’s done.” Then he’s releasing you, settling calmly back in his chair with malevolent grace—undoubtedly the High Lord.

You watch as he pulls something from his pocket, and your brow furrows as he rolls the condom over himself, irritation perking up before calming again.

“Rhys?” You ask, brows still narrowed, wanting to taste him.

His violet eyes gleam, relaxing into the plush cushion of the chair, thighs parting a little wider, goading your movements. “Yes?”

It’s your turn to grit your jaw, easing in a breath. And he has the audacity to complain about your attitude?

“I’m not sucking you off with a condom on,” you snap, “there’s no fun.”

“This isn’t meant to be fun,” he counters, male arrogance lacing his tone. “This is a lesson, remember?”

“Lessons can be fun,” you snipe, brow twitching with irritation.

“Maybe once they’re learned,” he returns with one raised brow, a cocky smirk on his damned mouth. “Now set to work.”

You scowl, rolling your eyes as you grip him, leaning forward to take him in. Your lips press together, kissing at his tip before laying your tongue over your teeth and lower lip, licking from root to tip.

You halt, swallowing. Blinking.

Above you, Rhys is chuckling lowly, at last tangling his hand in your hair, roughly guiding you back between his legs.

A noise is released from your throat as he fills your mouth, something like a whimper as wild heat flutters in your lower belly as the distinct strawberry flavour bursts across your tongue, mouth watering hungrily, desperate for more.

Rhys watches from above, breathing deeply, tan skin flushed with warmth as he watches you grip him eagerly, licking up the underside of him then reopening your mouth over his head, tongue swirling as you lick, suckle, and swallow him down.

You can’t get enough, greed making you desperate, taking as much of him down your throat as possible, hungry for his pleasure and your own, flicking over his tip as you go up and down.

You whimper when he forcefully pulls you away, a loose thread of saliva curving from your lower lip to his cock. A hot flush is warming your cheeks, breathless from arousal as you meet his hungry eyes dizzily, mouth watering as you move the flavour around.

“Pay attention, darling,” he muses, watching hotly as you mentally fumble. Loving how out of it you look, caught off guard by the play. You seem to like it.

You pull against his hand, anxious to return, to have his cock between your lips, to have that taste on your tongue coupled with the scent of his arousal and weight of him on your tongue.

His grip tightens, and you peer up at him, panic and hunger in your eyes so stark he feels himself twitch at the look alone.

“Want it more now?” He muses, slightly breathless, neither of you entirely in control of yourselves. He’s probably the more aware of the two of you.

“Rhys…” you pant, nails digging into the muscle of his thighs, pulling against his iron grip. Merciless and unforgiving even in the heat of the moment.

“You know the rule,” he breathes, smirking faintly, that arrogant twinkle in his eyes that has you tightening around nothing. “You know how to beg.”

A moan spills from your lips, hips winding independent of will, searching for some kind of friction. “Rhys, please…” you mumble, hardly managing coherency through your haze.

He cocks a brow, waiting for you to continue, knowing he’s got you under his control.

Teeth pull over your lip, eyes flicking over him as you scent his arousal, thick and musky, mixing with that lovely strawberry flavour. “Rhys, please,” you beg breathlessly, “I want you in my mouth. On my tongue. Please.”

He laughs lowly, eyes twinkling with male satisfaction. “That’s better,” he drawls, your lids fluttering at the sonorous timbre. “Have you learned your lesson?”

You nod dumbly, the intensity of his arousal too much to bear, singing to your own.

The corners of Rhys’s mouth quirk in a feline grin, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach, surprised you aren’t dripping onto the floor. “Good girl.”

Cassian: Cookie Dough

“Cassie!” You call, a note of mischief in your voice, grinning as you find him in your bedroom, trying to shove some weapons into a very full chest of drawers.

His wings twitch, then he’s standing straight, eyes narrowed as he glances over you. “Sweetheart?” He asks cautiously, “what are you after?”

You pad over to him, his large shirt hanging off your shoulders, its hem brushing your thighs as you push him toward the bed. “Do you have a moment?” You ask hotly, arousal warming your skin as you settle your palms over his broad shoulders.

Cassian’s pupils dilate fully as he watches you pull your hair back from your face in a way he recognises, thighs parting wider as he sits back on the bed. “Whatever it is, I’m sure I can make time for it,” he breathes roughly, his arousal making its way up to you.

Your teeth tug on your lower lip with excitement, kneeling between his long, well-muscled legs, hands already fumbling with the ties of his leathers.

“Want to tell me what you’re going to do to me?” He manages, accustomed to the interests he’s frequently subjected to, the various experiments you enjoy using him for. He can’t deny he finds them enjoyable, when your eyes spark with a new idea, and he gets to sit back and enjoy whatever new plan has taken shape in your mind.

“I found a shop recently, that I think I’ll be frequenting,” you smile up at him, mischievous and hungry, eyes flicking away from his as you pull him out, hands gripping him as he likes—an edge of tightness to your touch.

He watches with interest as you pull out the thin foil square, ripping it delicately with your teeth as you pull the condom from its packaging.

You roll it down, and Cassian’s palm cups the nape of your neck, thumb brushing your cheek as you peer up at him. “Please tell me what’s happening?” He requests, tan skin flushed as your hand moves around him, stroking gently—nowhere near enough pressure for him.

“Apparently,” you muse lowly, looking up from between his thighs, “they’re flavoured.”

He raises a thick brow, and you smile sweetly, before leaning forward, examining him, seeing if you notice anything different about it—nothing seems to be changed.

Opening your mouth, you deliver a slow lick to his head, dragging the flat of your tongue over him before pulling away to test the flavour.

Your mouth waters, that pleasant taste of cookie dough making you desperate for another lick.

“Oh, fuck, Cass…” you breathe, stroking him harder.

“You like it?” He pants, gripping your hair in the way you like, free hand fisted in the bedsheets so you can savour the experience.

“Mhmm,” you hum in response, opening your mouth over him again, lips sliding down over his tip, tongue swirling gently, lapping and suctioning as you get more of the flavour, taking him deeper so you can taste more…

“Sweetheart,” he growls, tugging on your hair, pulling you roughly from his cock, a string of saliva connecting from his tip to your lower lip.

It takes a moment for you to focus, but then a hazy smile is playing on your lips, clambering up his body to push your mouth against his, sharing the delicious taste, his tongue stroking against your own.

He groans hotly, and you release a pleasured noise from your chest, fingers tangling in his hair as you push closer to him, breasts pushing against his chest deliciously.

But then you’re pulling away, hungrily moving back down his body, kneeling down and swallowing him eagerly, tongue licking and lapping as you swirl over his tip, taking him as far as possible.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans from above you, not even having to apply force to get you to move in the right way, content to brace himself on the mattress, legs spread to let you work your magic. “So fucking good.”

You moan onto him, pulling off to lick from root to tip, sucking the flavour from the condom, winding your hips needfully.

“Fuck, you can go deeper, can’t you,” he groans, pushing so your nose brushes the dark swirls of hair at his base. “Trying to hold out on me. You should know better by now.”

You try to whimper, but the sound gets caught in your throat, unable to get it past his cock as you shift your tongue that’s pressed flat to the floor of your mouth, arousal dripping between your thighs.

“That’s better,” he groans roughly, “that’s how you fucking take it.”

Your spine curves as his hand grips your hair, slowly dragging you up and down, only occasionally letting you up to breathe, arousal intensifying.

“So fucking good at taking me down that throat of yours, isn’t that right sweetheart?” He groans, pulling you to his tip, allowing you to pause, knowing your jaw will be aching by now.

You whine, pulling against his grip so you can taste him again, but the warrior holds fast, not allowing so much as an inch of leeway.

“Want me back in that filthy mouth of yours, huh?” He manages hotly, cock twitching when you nod, humming eagerly, happy to play along if it gets you what you want. If he wants you to act needy and desperate, you’ll do it.

“Cassie,” you pant, peering up at him with fake innocence, brows curved as you grip him in supplication. “You taste so good.”

The General groans, loud and unabashed, hips bucking as his hold tightens on you. “Fuck, I didn’t even have to tell you to beg, did I? Just did that all on your own.”

You push your tongue out over your lower lip, silently ushering him back, and you tighten around nothing as he groans roughly.

“So well behaved aren’t you?” He moans, bringing you back to his cock, eager to feel that wet heat of your tongue, the tension of your throat around him.

“Well,” he drawls, “when you want to be.”

Azriel: Vanilla

“Az,” you murmur into your glass, concealing others from reading your lips.

Everyone knows his shadows are on you at all times—it’s far from unusual for the darkness to be wrapping carefully around your shoulders, like a black cat draping itself over you in a lazy sprawl.

The shadows flicker to attention and you take a small sip of your drink. “I want you in my mouth.”

The darkness writhes on a miniature level, simply looking like a vibrating mass before pressing tight to your skin, acting more like leather than silk.

Your lips quirk, smiling at whatever everyone else is in your group.

It’s not even minutes later that a presence is settling at your side, a broad palm sliding seamlessly around your waist with a possession that has your insides tingling pleasantly.

You glance up at him, hazel eyes locking with your own, features politely neutral before the large group, despite neither of you being even near the centre of the gathering. It seems Cassian and Feyre are more than happy entertaining the crowd, choosing the direction of conversation for tonight, and it’s fairly effortless to slip away.

Especially given the Spymaster’s area of expertise.

The darkness envelops you as soon as you’re out of the hall, swept up in his shadows as you pass through the night seamlessly, blending into puddles of shadow until you’re transported to the familiar chamber of his bedroom.

“So needful, aren’t you?” He murmurs, a hint of pleasure in his hazel eyes. Knuckles brush against the high of your cheek, and you tilt into his touch. “Food wasn’t good enough for that mouth of yours, huh.”

Teeth prod at your lower lip, pressing against him as you lay your palms over his chest, fingers brushing over the neckline of his shirt. An appetising dip at its hem, able to get a peek at the tan skin beneath, swirls of ink barely visible from where you’re stood.

“Mhmm,” you hum, peering up at him as you apply a light amount of force to his chest, slowly walking him back, as if in a waltz. “Do you have something else I can try?”

“I might have something in mind,” he returns, slightly breathless.

“Uh-huh, like what?” You ask quietly, feeling as he reaches the bed, pushing on his shoulders to get him to sit—he doesn’t need much persuading.

His lips curve with familiar hunger, shadows coming forward and your brows narrow as they push something into your now-opened palm.

“Give that a try for me,” he encourages lowly, and you eye the foil wrapping curiously.

“Vanilla?” You ask, reading the small inscription. A smile curves your lips, peering up at him with a feline glint in your eye. “For me, Az?”

“I know how those celebrations bore you, pretty thing,” he replies, hazel eyes softening as he cups your jaw with both his hands, tilting your upward. “I thought you might enjoy a reward for making it past midnight,” he breathes, “all without complaining once. So good.”

“Say more,” you murmur, between his legs as you slide to your knees, peering up at him with superficial patience—knowing how he likes the control.

He raises a single brow, hands slowly pulling the ties free, deft fingers loosening the tension of his leathers—teasingly; tauntingly slow. “Greedy thing,” he drawls, “do you deserve more? I think I’ve been rather generous.”

Arousal intensifies as he watches your pupils dilate, landing on his cock as he pulls himself free, and you shift on your knees as you make to roll the condom over him, your touch light and gentle—equally provocative.

“I think I’d like to hear more, regardless of whether I’m deserving of it or not,” you reply, hand wrapping around him, slowly pumping, delivering thorough strokes to him as you tilt your chin to meet his hungry gaze.

“Is that right?” He drawls roughly, fingers digging into the sheets to keep from gripping you and using you how he’d like. “What would you like me to tell you, exactly? That you have a filthy mouth? That it’s obscene how fuckable those lips of yours are? How good you feel?”

Your spine curves, kissing up the underside of him before flicking your tongue over his head, gripping his base. Arousal liquefies between your thighs at the deep-throated noise of pleasure he releases as you take him into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he encourages lowly, “so good. Like the taste?”

As he asks, you drag your tongue from root to tip, the flavour light as it fills your senses, heat flushing your skin. You don’t reply, but the way your attention intensifies tells him everything he needs to, even parting his long legs a little wider so you can press closer, swallowing him down, eager to taste and lick and suck.

His hand tangles in your hair, keeping it pulled back from your face as you keep your mouth sealed against his skin, nose skimming his abdomen, tongue rubbing against his underside in a way you know he finds pleasurable.

“Fuck,” he breathes lowly, the curse dragging from deep in his chest, rough and gravelly. “So good with that mouth of yours, aren’t you?”

You whimper onto him, and his hips buck, unable to help himself, a heat flushing your cheeks as a small noise is forced from your throat.

You gaze up at him as you lap up the flavour, suckling at his tip to taste the vanilla, tongue swirling appealingly, colour flushing his cheeks.

“Gods, you’re fucking sinful,” he groans, discipline slipping as he bucks his hips, his movements becoming slightly rougher, control waning as his lust takes over.

You moan onto him in encouragement, split between enjoying being able to have some control over him, being the one to ply it from him, and half wanting him to handle you onto the bed, head just at the edge so he can grip your throat as he fucks your mouth.

Your tongue licks along the underside of him, and his grip tightens on your hair.

Maybe you won’t have to be the one to make that particular decision.

Maybe he can make that choice for you.

Eris: Gingerbread

Eris gives you a look of slight exhaustion, and you grin, padding over to where he’s sat in the grand living room of your shared estate.

“You look tired,” you ask, smiling as you come to a pause between his legs, before setting over one of his thighs, both your legs between his. “Want a reprieve?”

He sighs, hand covering his face as his thumb and fingers rub either side his eyes, as if trying to push back his fatigue.

“You’re far too energised,” he mutters, arm falling away as they settle on the chair, meeting your bright eyes, gleaming in the firelight.

“Come on,” you whine playfully, fingers tracing over his chest, Eris’s amber eyes glancing down as his breathing shallows with the teasing trace. “For me?”

He sighs heavily, and you blink up at him, leaning a little closer.

“It’ll make me happy,” you murmur, smiling mischievously, “and you’ll definitely enjoy it…so why not, right? I just want to try it.”

“Fine.” Eris groans, tension at last vacating his body as he leans back in the plush armchair. “Fine. But this will not happen again, so enjoy it,” he mutters, unable to hide the slightly embarrassed pink on his pale cheeks.

You grin, kissing him on the lips before shifting between his long legs, deft fingers seamlessly working him free in a matter of moments, rolling the condom over him. Eris notes your enthusiasm but says nothing about it, putting his slight embarrassment aside in favour of your pleasure. Ultimately his, too, but you’ve been pestering him about trying this for a while.

Your eyes gleam with mischief as you glance up at him hungrily, and his brows narrow in warning—you shouldn’t get used to this, is what he’s wordlessly telling you. You give him a grin that tells him how easily you can see through his lie.

Eris sighs, resigned to your will as he leans back in his chair. Just his luck that his mate’s persistence would be enough to top even his own will.

“Ready?” You ask, lips curved with feminine delight as satisfaction gleams in your eyes. Arousal is already liquefying between your thighs, excitement pooling in your lower belly.

You don’t wait for a reply, happily leaning forward as you grip him, dragging your tongue from base to tip as you take in the flavour, examining how you feel about it. Arousal intensifies with pleasure, and you eagerly return, mouth and tongue wrapping around him as you take him into your throat hungrily.

Eris grits his teeth, colour flushing his skin as he exhales heavily, relaxing into his chair as you apply yourself to him, hot lips wrapped wetly around his cock as you lick firmly up the underside of him, pausing to suckle at that sensitive part just below his head before dragging the tip of your tongue over his slit.

Your mate groans, arousal swiftly filtrating through his blood, heating his skin with a burning flame as his fingers tangle in your hair, all previous reservations annihilated as he basks in the wet pleasure of your mouth.

Satisfaction has you widening the stance of your thighs, hand slipping between you legs as you sense his enjoyment, fingers running over the dampened fabric of your underwear, swiping over your clit before dipping down to your entrance.

His grip tightens slightly in your hair, liking the feeling of having control while both of you knowing you’re leading. He has no need to guide you when you know the movements that will bring him to release with such familiarity.

“Where did you even find something like this?” He managed to get out, voice deep and slightly raspy.

“Interested in more?” You ask breathlessly, pulling off him to ask but already eager to return, to feel the thick weight of him on your tongue, the flavour in your mouth…

You don’t weight for a reply, instead taking him back into your mouth, moaning onto him as you grip his base, Eris’ fingers tightening soothingly in your hair. Stroking encouragingly as he allows his legs to part a little further in silent offer.

You’d never decline an opportunity with him, and you take him as far as you can manage, throat willingly constricting around him pleasantly, goading his pleasure to the surface as your fingers slip inside yourself.

There’s little better than when he decides to let you enjoy him.

Lucien: Raspberry

“I should have known it would get some ideas into your head,” Lucien remarks as you anxiously push at his back, hurrying both of you to his bedroom.

“It’s only fair,” you reply, pushing him inside and swiftly locking the doors. “Give it.”

Lucien raises a brow, stood in the centre of your shared bedroom, arms folded casually across his chest, the edge of his mouth quirking. “That’s no way to ask your loving husband. Say ‘please, Lucien.’”

Your lower lip pushes out as a slight scowl narrows your brows, frustrated with his antics. “You’re being a pain. Let me try it already,” you whine, walking over to him and settling your hands over his folded arms. “Come on, Lu, you want to try it too, don’t you?”

His russet eye gleams mischievously, lips quirking at their corners as he remains silent, enjoying how your frustration is becoming more palpable. He has to admit it’s a little fun winding you up—you’re adorable. It makes him eager to have you on your knees.

Your scowl deepens but the flush of arousal that’s heating your skin betrays your emotions to him, able to hear the quickened beat of your pulse as your fingertips press into him lightly.

You look up at him begrudgingly. “Please, Lucien.”

Almost instantly you notice how his arousal intensifies, and you yelp when his arms unfold, hands gripping your hips to tug you against him as he pulls you to your bed. “Alright, since you asked so sweetly,” he muses, liking the slight spark of satisfaction in your eye now he’s giving you what you want, handing the thin object over to you.

You take it hastily, glancing at the packaging. “It’s the same flavour as the thing you used on me, right?” You ask, peering at the small type written on the material.

Lucien rolls his eye, though you’re too focused to notice. “Same one. Like you asked me to get about fifty times.”

You nod to yourself then, a small smile playing on your mouth as your gaze softens, and his pulse flutters at the look. It’s endearing how you’re so insistent you do things together in the same way. Every time he does something for you, you’re always so eager to pay him back, to bring him the same feelings he gives to you.

You make quick work of his trousers, swiftly rolling the condom onto him, before glancing up at him with an almost shy heat in your eyes. “You can lie back, if you’d like,” you say softly, “I want you to be comfortable.”

Lucien’s unable to help the smile the curves his lips, pushing some hair behind your ear as he guides you to meet his gaze. “I want to watch,” he admits breathlessly, thumb stroking across the crest of your cheek adoringly. “You look so pretty with your mouth around me.”

Your thighs press together as you lean into his touch briefly, before wrapping your hand around his base, guiding him to your mouth. Almost immediately you can pick out the raspberry flavour and you hum with pleasure, licking over him hungrily, suckling at his tip before taking him all the way down, gently stroking what you can’t yet reach.

Above you, Lucien groans softly, hand gently gripping your hair though it’s more for reassurance than to have control. You know what to do and how to please him, there’s no need for him to guide you.

You enjoy your freedom anyway, swirling the tip of your tongue around him as you lap up the flavour contentedly, his arousal becoming more and more prominent by the second.

“Gods, you should be able to see yourself,” Lucien breathes, almost to himself. “So pretty, aren’t you? So good to me.”

You glance up shyly from between his legs, both of you knowing what words like that do to you, your hand remaining gently stimulating him while your mouth is away.

“You still enjoy it?” You ask quietly, and the question is sincere enough he can’t help but smile.

“I’ll enjoy you for the rest of my life,” he murmurs tenderly, again stroking him thumb across your cheek. “No matter what.”

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just a little lick

18+. GHOAP X FEM READER. DOM/SUB UNDERTONES, SHIBARI, PAIN PLAY, TEASING, SOMEWHAT MEAN!GHOST. 1.7K.

Soap and Ghost returning from a mission and calling up their favorite barracks bunny, then fucking you as you're all tied up. Ghost watching as Soap gets you ready, sitting across from you in one of those spartan, army-issued chairs. Belt hanging loose, pants undone, thick thighs spread, thin black shirt straining against his bulging arms; tattoos shifting minutely as he lazily palms his soft cock. Just watching.

It's meant to tease you and Soap both. You hear him behind you, muttering to himself as he works, his brogue roughened by the welcome sight of your stripped body. He whines and salivates at the supple bulge of your flesh between the ropes, groaning as you start to drip the more you get wrapped up. Forced to be patient, both of you, as he weaves the rope in the right places, ties it with the right amount of pressure, careful that the knots will hold fast but not cut off blood flow. That would be dangerous, and the boys don't want to lose their pet. Soap dresses you up all pretty for his lieutenant, and with each coil that moulds your body to his whims, your freedom slips farther away.

You happily let it.

When he finally finishes, there's rope everywhere; it feels like you can't move a millimeter apart from wiggling your toes. Your forearms are cinched together across the middle of your back, the position pushing your chest out like you're showing it off, held secure by a brassiere made of rope. It frames you in, circling around and up your sternum in a proud display of bulging tits and piqued nipples. Those are squished against the sparse sheets in Ghost's bed now, since once Soap finished with your top half, he laid you out on your belly. Holding open your spread legs, he wove rope around the soft fat of your thighs, pressing down your calves to meet them, hog-tying you into place before dragging you forward to let your head hang off the end.

Except it doesn't hang, exactly, because Soap has even woven the length of your hair with rope - knotting it around the strands and tying it to your ankles, preserving that pretty angle from your chin down to your collarbone, the taut line of your throat. It lets you keep staring at Ghost as he draws his fist over himself, lets you watch as his dick gradually stiffens, jutting from that tangle of light, soft-looking curls.

Your little neglected clit tingles at the sight of him. You wish you could rub your thighs together, take the edge off the anticipation after such a long and thorough preparation for your soldiers. And Soap was thorough, no doubt about it. Even your labia are framed by twin ropes that fatten up your lips, press into the crease between your groin and thighs. The pressure brings no pleasure with your legs kept apart as they are, but once you're stuffed with something...

Well.

"She's even tigh'er this way, Lt," Soap pants, chuckling through the breaths as he works into you with little jerks of his hips, gradually splitting you open. "Tigh'est we ever had, tha's fer sure."

You gasp at the frisson as he finally butts up against the end of you, pleasure shivering through your gut. The bite of the knots into your skin, the lewd sound of your cunt squelching around Soap's dick, the way the ropes keep your lips hugging him so close that your clit gets a little rub each time he presses in...

It's dizzying. You thought you'd been fucked every which way 'til Sunday by this point in your life, but you realize now you've never been fucked quite like this before. And there's nowhere to go; naught you can do but take what they give you and nothing more. Reliant on their kindness.

Or lack thereof.

Your eyes keep wanting to close, but you force them open, your focus locked on the thick, ruddy meat hovering in front of your face. And each time Soap fucks into you, you jerk forward, little squeals punching from your watering mouth as the force keeps you so tantalizingly close to what you want.

And you really are so close. If you could just poke your tongue out a bit more...

Ghost grunts, drawing your gaze to his scarred face. You've been theirs enough times now that he's started letting you see him, so you don't have to guess whether he's smirking slightly as he looks down on you, holding his cock just far enough away for you to have to strain for it.

"C'mon, li'le bunny," he taunts, amused as you stretch your tongue out, muscles quivering, brow pinched. "Give us a lick."

You're caught between wanting so desperately to taste the meaty head of his cock and trying to endure the way the rope in your hair has your scalp screaming for mercy. Ghost sways his hips teasingly closer, still just a whisper out of reach; so precise as he orchestrates your torture. You whine, more pathetic than frustrated now that the ache in your locked muscles has set in and Soap is fucking you with steady, grinding thrusts meant to keep you feeling good without letting it build into anything substantial.

"Poor lass." Soap pouts at you, running his hands up the bend of your waist, skimming over the ropes to get your soft flesh in his palms. You sigh as he rubs you nicely, stroking over your hips and the globes of your ass, shallowly massaging your sore body. "Tryin' so hard t'be good fer us..."

Soap maintains the pretense of sympathy until he hooks his thumbs into the crease between your ass and thigh; you feel the tug as your cheeks spread when he pulls them aside. You huff, souring when he groans appreciatively at the sight of your holes - one puckered up tight and quivering in protest at the rush of cool air, the other with its rim stretched so thin around his cock, dragging as he inches out of you just to watch the way your cream smears along his shaft. The loss of his cock stretching you piles onto Ghost's taunting as Soap keeps just the head nestled inside your poor cunt.

"Wet as a faucet though, this one," he says offhandedly, ripping a moan from you as he fills you again in one smooth stroke. "Might wanna keep teasin' 'er, Lt. Like th'way she gets all leaky over ye."

Soap falls back into that rhythm he likes, this time holding your cheeks open to watch the way you swallow him up as he fucks you. Clearly, he'll be no help to you. You return your attention to Ghost, and your eyes grow three sizes as your nose nearly skims his knuckles. 'Cause he's gripping his cock right - right - in front of you. It's red and angry-looking, swollen with vitality, and actually close enough for you to make contact with his tip if you can ignore the pain it would require to reach.

And really, it's utterly fucking pathetic how you lunge for it, a whine straining from you as you yank your own hair just to flick the tip of your tongue against his slit. To be denied so long and then given what you yearned for makes it feel like so much more than it is, and you lap up that briny musk like you'd desiccate without it, single-minded in your need to have just the tiniest bit of him in your mouth. You even manage to stretch a little farther and purse your lips, giving his tip a little kiss; you shudder with pleasure as he squeezes out another drop of precum for you to lick up.

"She wants to suck yer cock so bad, Ghost," Soap remarks, his hips slowing to a languid pace before stopping altogether. A whimper eeks out of you as he presses in deep and sits there. If you could, you'd buck or squirm away from him, but there's nothing you can do but take the sharp, warm pinch of his cockhead pressing achy-tight against your cervix. "C'n feel it. Cunny squeezed me when she go' a li'le taste o'you."

"Tha' right?" Ghost looks down at you, drawing a thumb along the edge of your jaw. You whimper again as it passes close to your bottom lip, feeling spent, weak and needy in the wake of all the build up, the teasing, the trembling pleasure as they toyed with you, pushing that twisting intensity just past the threshold of your endurance. When Ghost feeds you his thick thumb, you suck it in greedily, sniffling back tears at the relief it brings to finally have your mouth properly filled with something.

"Been too mean t'you, have I?" He patronizes you, and you don't even care; you nod as he cups his palm against the side of your face, your soft cheek meeting the grit of his calluses. The gentle contact is like a release in itself. You lean fully into his touch, docile and pliant, dropping the weight of your head into his palm. He tuts, clicks his tongue, rumbles something vague - gravel-on-asphalt tinged with dark pity.

"A'right, lovie." Ghost pulls his thumb from your mouth and steps back.

The loss is devastating. You nearly cry, actually, practically beside yourself that he'd take it all away after barely giving you anything. But he's looking past you to Soap, pushing his pants down those thick thighs. You swallow your tears, watching as his cock bows under its own weight when he steps out of the pooled fabric.

"Le' 'er taste 'erself, Sergeant," he murmurs, jerking his head in a brusque summons for Soap to take his place.

Ghost's gaze flicks down to you, dark and molten. You shiver, your blown pupils turning into hearts as he adds, "She'll need somethin' t' sink 'er teeth in while I ride 'er.”

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Rite There

A short smutty one shot that I wrote after seeing the ghovie. Includes NO spoilers for Rite Here, Rite Now. Try to ignore typos, I wrote it on my phone in the shower.

Copia is a little nervous about the premier, and you calm him down in the best way that only you know how to do-- road head. aka gg's road head kink is showing again.

wc: 2.1k cw: none

He loves for you to watch him work, both at the concert halls and the film studio, and you're proud to accompany him almost everywhere these days. You glance down at the outfit he had you wear today, marveling at the rich texture of the smooth lace pressed up against your breasts and grinning at the warm golden crescent moon nestled between them. It's certainly unique, there's no doubt about that, but Papa is so expressive about your love of comfort that of course he would design an outfit just for you, catering to your body like no other would ever be able to.

The last couple of days he's been holed up here in your shared bedroom in the Abbey, worried about the premier of the movie and if everything will go well. Just the other night you woke up to him pacing in front of the fireplace, reciting what seemed to be an introduction to the movie. His nerves were palpable, and you quietly slinked back to the large four poster bed that dominated the bedroom, slipping between the covers and pretending to be asleep.

Now, however, Papa is practically bounding from room to room in the Abbey, trying to make sure that everything is where it should be for the movie. You've tried to tell him that no one is going to come into your bedroom or living area, to take a break and calm down-- but it's no use. His anxiety is running the show, and he's just a passenger.

A rapping comes from the oaken double doors, and you open them to let the Ghouls in, Papa oblivious to their presence as he darts in and out of rooms. He skips through the room and blows past the whole pack of Ghouls, saying nothing besides a constant stream of his task list under his breath, as he has been for an hour now. Beneath the mask's bug-eye shaped lenses, Swiss cocks an eyebrow at you and shrugs wordlessly. You hold up both hands, palm upwards: I don't know either. Rain motions to you and then gestures in the direction that Papa went, motioning again to the door.

The intent is clear.

It's time.

"Right, well- Papa?" you call out in a soft and gentle tone, wincing when you hear something get dropped in the next room as you startle Papa out of his motions.

"Is it already- Shit, alright."

"Swiss assured me that there's already a car waiting, and we're expected in the front hall in just a moment. Are you ready?" You shake out your hands, trying to dispel some of your own nerves that have crept up in the past few minutes-- the time for the premier is creeping closer, and now it's starting to sink in exactly what that means.

Papa is a movie star.

He'll have to give a speech.

With a beautiful girl by his side.

You look down once more at the sun nestled between your breasts, admiring the regal flow of blue satin that covers your legs. Papa's gifts are always lavish and beautiful, and this dress is no exception-- small links of silver and gold chains twine along the bodice until they meet with the moon, where they seem to split into the branches of a tree that the moon rests on. Flows of dark royal blue and baby blue gather in folds at your legs, falling freely before spilling on the floor at your heels.

Underneath the baby blue panels is another layer of stark white lace, making the silhouette of your form underneath clear as it's hit with light. Your back is completely bare, just as it was when Papa had whispered into your ear last night, laving gentle, wet kisses down your chest and neck, curling his fingers inside of you to heighten the pleasure even more. Sex is the cure for anxiety when it comes to Papa, and he indulges so often that you're sometimes surprised the man isn't comatose.

After your fifth orgasm of the evening, panting and sweating against Papa's naked chest with his spent cock still nestled inside of you, you managed to open one eye to gaze at him through the haze of your orgasm. The dress was hanging against the door of your wardrobe and the chain had sparkled in the moonlight, drawing your attention. His suit hung beside your dress, limp and cold. The man himself rested under you, his chest rising and falling in even measures. Tomorrow, you would get dressed side by side, and your world would change.

You shake your head slightly, bringing yourself back to the present as Papa skids to a halt in front of you and the Ghouls.

"Car's ready," Swiss says with a smile in his voice, jerking his chin towards the door. "We'll go in the first car and be there a few minutes ahead of you and the lady, and the plan is for us to escort you in as an entourage. The PR people said it'll look good for your image." Beside him Rain is already nodding as he reaches forward, straightening an errant wrinkle in Papa's shoulder filigree.

"Ho-kay then, I suppose this is it, eh?" Papa turns towards you, his face a mixture of anxiety and elation. You link your arm through his with a nod and a comforting smile, looking to Swiss as the Ghoul clears his throat.

"You okay, Pops?" Dew pipes up for the first time behind Swiss' shoulder. Papa just nods and shakes out his hands, nervous energy running along his entire frame. "Alright, well. We're gonna go." Dew jerks his chin over his shoulder towards the door. "See you on the other side." As a unit, the Ghouls clap Papa on the shoulder and turn to leave, exiting the room in much the same fashion that they entered-- all at once, and scrambling to be first.

You pat Papa's arm where it links with yours in a comforting motion and guide him towards the door, clicking it shut softly behind you. The only sounds as the two of you descend the stairs towards the front entry hall of the Abbey is the clicking of your heels on stone and the rustling of fabric against the metal finery. In the lobby waiting is a man in a driver's cap, clearly waiting for the two of you to make your entrance. He bows and holds the door open for you, allowing the two of you to climb in unassisted. The driver slides in silently, starting the engine as you situate your dress over the leather seat beneath you and turning to see that Papa is having a very clear panic attack at the very sudden realization of his situation.

The car glides out onto the paved driveway and merges onto the main road, heading towards downtown. Fluorescent signage passes in a blur and a steady stream of red brake lights stretch out in front of the car; heavy traffic, as expected for a summer evening. An anxious energy suffocates the small space in the backseat, where Papa sits across from you and stares out the window wordlessly. Both of his knees bobbed quickly, bouncing his foot on the plush carpeting.

"My love," you whisper to him, moving forward gently to slide the partition up, closing the two of you off from the driver's sight and hearing. He turns his head and looks into your eyes and smiles apologetically, sinking back into the seat.

"I'm sorry, sorella. This isn't too off-putting, is it?" Concern puckers the smooth lines of Papa's forehead as he leans his body forward to cup your cheeks in his gloved hands, looking into your eyes. "I always have the anxieties about something when it's on the precipice of ending." You reach your hand out, patting his thigh softly and rubbing as you speak,

"We'll do this together, Papa. We're stronger as one and you know that-- our souls are bound in His sight. How can I make you feel better, right here, right now?"

Papa's painted lips part and his eyes widen, staring into yours before dropping down to your lips as you lick them gently. The mood in the car shifts rapidly to the carnal, his pupils dilating as the rhythmic thumping of his heart rushes blood in a southerly direction.

"Papa?"

"My Ghuleh." His voice is honeyed, eyes darkening as his gaze slips from your eyes to your lips and then lower, admiring the curve of your breasts that the dress only serves to accentuate. He lifts his hips slightly, scooting lower in the seat of the limousine with only a single furtive glance towards the partition. You take the cue with an ease that only furthers his arousal, watching as you willingly move forward and slip his cock through the zipper opening in his suit pants.

No words have to be exchanged between the two of you as you dip your head forward, wrapping your hand at the base of his cock as you close your mouth over the head, lowering further down. A small noise escapes Papa's lips and he tosses his head back, rolling his hips to buck into your mouth, pressing himself deeper into your throat. Not wanting to stifle his movements, you flatten your tongue along the underside and work the tip of your tongue along the bundle of nerves below the head of his cock.

The soft and gentle gasps and moans that begin to escape Papa's lips inflames you in turn, and you make use of your other hand, sinking your fingers beneath your lace panties and past the velvet skin to your thighs and your already dripping pussy. At Papa's subtle encouragement you slip gently and quietly onto the floor of the limo, making easier eye contact with him as you take him into your throat once more. Your fingers find your clit with practiced ease and you slip it between the V of your index and middle finger. Timing the bobs of your head with the movement of your fingers takes a moment, but there's no complaining around the girth of Papa's cock-- not when you're already drooling around it. As Papa begins to thrust his hips and run his gloved fingers through your hair as a result you time the thrusts with quick flicks of your fingers against your clit, causing your back to arch as you grow closer and closer to orgasm. The limo suddenly accelerates and slams to a halt, startling you and making you gag. Papa either doesn't notice or doesn't care as he pushes your head lower and bucks his hips to bury himself as deep as possible in your throat.

"Take it, mia stella," he gasps quietly as he nears release, and as you press your nose to his pelvis your orgasm rocks through you, causing you to moan, knowing exactly how it makes his cock vibrate. Your thighs shake around your hand and you wobble slightly on the floor, held in place by Papa's hands around your jaw and the back of your head. When his release is over he lets you go, slumping back in the car seat and breathing heavily, eyes closed. You take the chance to pull your hand free of the layers of cloth, tucking his cock gently back into his suit pants as well.

"Come, come," Papa urges, sitting up with a groan and holding his hand out. You take it and allow him to pull you gently back into the seat until you're nestled up against him. His gloved hand slips beneath the panel of your dress at the slit in the left side, finding its way into your wet panties. You spread your legs slightly, tucking them to the side as his middle finger settles into the valley between the lips of your pussy, settling there as if it were at home. In a way, it is. He leans his head onto your shoulder, letting his heavy eyes close as he waits for the final leg of the journey, slipping between wakefulness and sleep.

Looking through the passenger side window reveals a packed theatre block and multiple billboards. Many of the sights you recognize, and many others are new as you've not ventured into this particular strip of film houses before. The sheer amount of people lining the red carpet, however, was not one that was going to make this entrance a particularly unobtrusive one. You shake Papa's shoulder gently and he snorts himself awake, pulling his hand away from you finally and looking out the window. You can see the pink highlight tinging his cheeks even through the white face paint.

"Hey," you say, waiting until his two-toned eyes turn back to yours. "This isn't the end. We have a long way to go together. You know that, rite?"

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Spread, Auntie, Spread cont

CHAPTER NINE

"Karen!"

Lori's sister smiled at her, and Lori saw her reach behind and take Marty's hand. "Hello, Lori," Karen said, not seeming to be shocked to find Lori coming out of a motel room with her husband. "Did you and my husband enjoy yourselves?"

Lori looked from her sister to her brother-in-law. She was confused and a little afraid. What surprised her most was the total lack of shame on either of their faces. Then she looked at Marty, who was standing next to Karen, a big grin on his face.

"Why don't you come in our room, Lori?" Karen said, reaching out and taking her sister's hand. "Come in here and let's talk about this."

Woodenly, not understanding, Lori allowed herself to be pulled into the room. Bob and Marty followed, and Lori found herself sitting on the bed next to her sister. This room was a bit larger than the one she and Bob had been in and had two chairs. Karen continued to hold Lori's hand, looking into the wide, still shocked eyes of her sister.

"You've always thought I was a prissy, moralistic, cold kind of bitch, Lori," Karen said. "But you're wrong. I don't have a cold bone in my body. In fact, I'm probably hotter than you are."

"But I don't..." Lori started in a shaky voice.

"I know you don't understand," Karen said. "There isn't any need to understand, not really. What matters, honestly speaking, is that you've been wrong about me all this time. It's been a face I had to put on, because I was not as courageous as you. I've got ten years on you, honey, and that's a big difference when it comes to the times of our day, you know. But that don't mean I'm not as hot as you are, Lori. I've had to keep it concealed, hidden, you might say. But the truth of the matter is, Bob and I have been fucking ourselves silly with anyone willing. We've been doing it for years, ever since we were married. Why do you think I always go on his trips with him? Because we meet others and fuck and suck until we're exhausted. No, I'm not jealous of Bob. I go with him for those reasons only, otherwise he would go by himself."

"But all these years, Karen," Lori asked, "you never once told me, said anything, to make me understand."

"I wasn't certain about you, Lori," Karen said, holding her sister's hand tightly. "Bob wanted to fuck your little cunt from the beginning, but I was the one that made him wait."

"But surely you knew about me, Karen."

"I knew, but still wasn't positive," Karen smiled at Lori. "I knew it from the time you tried to sneak into my bed and play around. It was too bad her parents found out. I would have let you sleep with me every night, but you know how they are. So, I had to keep you away from me so they wouldn't be suspicious. It wasn't because I didn't want you to touch me, play with me. I did, and I would have loved to play with you then, too."

Lori was no longer confused and shocked. She squeezed her sister's hand tightly. "But you and... Marty?" she asked. "I mean, how did..."

Karen laughed. "Bob and I knew Marty before you did, honey. In fact, I fucked him long before you got your hot little hands on him. If you want the truth about it, Bob and I was the one that told him about you, and Marty took it from there."

"And today?"

"We decided, after talking to Marty," Karen said, "that it was time you knew about me and Bob."

"You could have told me," Lori laughed. "I almost shit when I saw you standing out there."

"I know, and I guess we could have handled it differently, but we didn't."

"Now what?" Lori asked.

Karen stood up and began to undress. "Now I'm going to play with you. I've wanted to taste that hot cunt of yours for quite a while, honey. It's about time I had my face in it, don't you think?"

Lori shot a look at Marty and Bob, who were sitting there watching, pleasure showing in their eyes. She looked up at her sister, seeing her flawlessly shaped tits now naked. She ran her tongue over her lips as Karen began to wiggle from her skin. Then her sister was standing naked before her. Lori gazed at Karen's thrusting, full tits, at the rubbery hard nipples. She dropped her gaze and stared at a pussy as hairy as her own, and she felt a deep throbbing starting inside her own cunt.

"Take your clothes off, honey," Karen urged in a thick, throaty voice. "I want you naked so I can lick and kiss you everywhere! I want to taste that creamy flesh and sweet ass and deliciously wet, hot cunt!"

Lori looked at Marty and Bob, who had taken their cocks out. Her eyes were hot as she looked at their hard pricks. And then she was quickly getting out of her own clothing.

By the time Lori was undressed, her cunt was boiling like never before. As she looked at her naked sister, seeing her fantastic tits and hairy cunt, her long, creamy thighs, her swelling, delicious ass, Lori understood with startling clarity that she had wanted this for many years.

Her mouth began to water as she spread out on the bed, her long legs sprawled wide, bushy cunt revealed. She found it intensely exciting to be gloriously naked on that bed, with Marty and her brother-in-law looking hotly at her, their cocks throbbing, dripping. It was even more exciting to have her sister, Karen, with desire upon her beauty.

Karen placed a foot on the edge of the bed, her knee swung wide. As Karen framed her cunt with the fingers of both hands, looking down at Lori, licking her lips, Lori gazed passionately at her sister's wet pussy. Her cunt lips, framed by curly hair, were pink and succulent, and the tip of her clit glistened.

Karen rubbed her cunt for a moment, squeezing her clit delicately between two fingers. "Lori, you've wanted to kiss my cunt for a long time, just as I've been waiting for you. Well, we don't have to wait any longer."

Karen lay atop her sister, her tits smashing into Lori's. Lori's arms went around her sister, holding her tightly, her hips squirming. The curly hairs of their cunts mingled, and Lori felt the heat of Karen's cunt on hers. Lori ran her hands down to her sister's swelling ass, clutching her asscheeks with her fingers. She squeezed and caressed Karen's creamy asscheeks, grinding her cunt up.

Lori did not really think of Marty and Bob now. She was thinking only of her sister, that she was soon going to have her face against that sweet, hairy cunt. The men were there, of course, watching them, and that served to intensify Lori's desire.

Karen scooped Lori's naked body into her arms as her lips opened, then pressed down onto Lori's mouth. When Karen slipped her eager tongue into Lori's mouth, Lori mewled and began to suck furiously, grinding her ass on the bed, feeling her sister's cunt rubbing and pressing against hers.

Lori opened her thighs lifted them high in the air, then wrapped them around her sister's naked hips, locking her heels on the cheeks of her ass. Both girls whimpered and mewled and gurgled as they twisted and squirmed in passion.

Lori felt waves of pleasure building inside her pussy. Her cunt, as always, was going through a series of orgasms, each one swelling and growing and ballooning, stronger than the last.

The sisters scissored their legs about each other, so each boiling cunt rubbed and pressed against the other. Lori squeezed one, of Karen's tits, her other hand clutching a springy asscheeks. They ground their cunts together, rubbing and banging in gasping delight.

"Good!" Karen hissed. "So fucking good, Lori! Oh, God... does your cunt feel hot against mine! We're fucking, Lori! We're cunt fucking! Your pussy is so hot... burning my cunt! I love cunt fucking!"

Neither one of them were aware of Bob and Marty, who had removed their clothing and were now on each side of the bed, watching the two overheated girls rubbing their cunts together.

"Karen! Oh, Karen!" Lori mewled. "Fuck my cunt, Karen! Oooo, fuck my cunt with your cunt! I love it, Karen! Fuck... fuck!"

Their naked bodies began to tremble, their eyes squeezed shut, mouths partly open. They banged their cunts together hard.

With a yelp of ecstasy, both Karen and Lori came at the same time. They pressed their cunts together harder as their naked bodies shook, tits swelling, asscheeks flexing.

When they pulled apart, gasping from the thrill of cunt fucking, they saw the two men standing at each side of the bed, cocks throbbingly hard, dripping fuck juice from flaring piss holes.

Lori and Karen looked at each other, then giggled. Karen pulled at Marty's cock, bringing him onto the bed. Lori grabbed her brother-in-law's cock, and the two men lay side-by-side, their cocks straining up from their wiry hair and full balls. Squirming down and getting between their legs, both Lori and Karen bent their faces to the cocks.

They turned their eyes, gazing at each other. Lori began to suck up and down on the thick cock of her brother-in-law, and watched her sister sucking on Marty's prick. Their eyes sparkled with pleasure, their lips stretched as they raced their mouths up and down the hard-on's.

Karen reached out and took hold of her husband's balls, tugging and squeezing them gently as Lori sucked his cock. Lori did the same to Marty's, and the two sisters gurgled with the pleasure of having hard cocks filling their hungry mouths.

As though in a contest, both Lori and Karen sucked their throbbing cocks desperately.

Lori felt Bob's cock jerking inside her mouth and she gave a squeal as her lips tightened around his prick. This time she was not going to have his cock so deep in her throat when he came.

She wanted her tongue lapping at his piss hole when his sweet come juice gushed. Holding the head of his swollen prick between her lips, she tasted the first squirt of her brother-in-law's come juice as it spewed over her tongue. She squealed again as it filled her mouth, then she had to swallow.

Karen, too, was getting her mouth filled with the come juice of Marty. Lori saw some of the thick white come juice escape the tightness of Karen's lips, and run dawn the side of his throbbing cock. She saw her sister's throat working and knew the pleasure Karen was getting, because she was getting the same pleasure.

When they sat up, Karen and Lori looked at each other, then giggled lewdly. "Yes," Karen said, "I'm a cocksucker, too! We're both cocksuckers, it seems."

They fell into each other's arms, hugging and kissing.

"Oh, Karen," Lori whimpered. "I want to kiss your cunt! I want to lick my tongue deep into your pussy... suck it! I want to tonguefuck you and make you come in my mouth! Oh, Karen, I've wanted to eat your cunt for so damned long!"

"Turn around, Lori," Karen said, then she and her sister were head-to-foot.

Lori peered down at her sister's cunt, her face inches from Karen's pussy. She shoved her lips to the wetness, kissing eagerly and wildly, her tongue fluttering over Karen's sensitive cuntlips and throbbing little clit.

She spread her legs over her sister's face, and felt Karen holding the cheeks of her naked ass, bringing her cunt down. Then Karen's tongue was working deeply into Lori's seeping pussy, licking and fucking in and out.

Lori's hands scooted underneath her sister's squirming ass, clutching at the creamy swells, drawing Karen's steamy cunt hard against her mouth. Her tongue slipped between Karen's hairy pussylips, and, as it went deep, she felt her sister's cunt sucking at her tongue.

Moist sucking sounds filled the room. Their tongues and lips worked, sucking and licking hungrily. They twisted about on the bed in a frenzy of ecstasy, rolling around until first one, then the other, was on top.

Bob and Marty were again sitting in the chairs, watching the two women as they ate each other in a frenzy of erotic pleasure.

Lori's tongue was deep inside the bubbling cunt of her sister, just as Karen's tongue was far up Lori's pussy. Lori felt her sister's cunt begin to flex about her tongue, and she tongue-fucked with renewed frenzy, as her sister's pussy exploded. Her own cunt was convulsing powerfully as Karen fucked her tongue in and out.

Their hands gripped the cheeks of each other's ass tightly, the whimpering sounds of ecstasy coming muffled from between squirming, hot thighs.

Finally, Lori and Karen sprawled on the bed, gasping loudly. Their naked tits heaved up and down, and their beautiful faces were smeared with the fuck fluids of each other's cunt.

"Oh!" Lori said, sitting up. "The kids! I've been gone too long. I've got to get back to them."

Karen laughed. "Don't worry about those two. They'll find something to occupy their time..."

"I told them I wouldn't be gone long," Lori said, reaching for her clothing. "They might get worried. I better go."

"Marty," Bob said, "why don't you take Karen to get her car? Lori, drive the kids home, will you?"

"Why don't we pick them up?" Karen asked her husband.

"Because," he said, grinning at her, a gleam in his eyes, "after seeing you and Lori suck cunts that way, I want to get a piece of my wife's hot ass, that's why."

Karen spread her thighs as Marty and Lori finished dressing. "Come on, big boy," she said. "My cunt is hot and ready."

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sovere1gnn · 1 day

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I LIKE EM’ BROWN ✧ !

Synopsis: Black women is Satorus weakness. He had been crushing on you since he was 16. Luckily, one day you let him tap.

Cw; reader is 29, Satoru is 28. D0ggy style, Unpr0tected s3x, Pr@ising, D0m Satoru!

“Ya’ know I’ve been dreaming of this.” Satoru coos, his flushed tip, sliding through your folds.

“You’re so pretty like this..” watching you softly moan under him.

“s-shut up..” You whimper, feeling your wetness droop down your thighs. He giggles at your sudden embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” He laughs, slowly slipping himself in your dampened cunt. “Toruu…” you mewl, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Damn girl, you sure are sensitive down there.” He taunts. “I know you can take it, though.” Stuffing himself deeper inside you. You whine, as you scoot your self closer on his cock.

“Shitt..you’re definitely taking it like a good girl..” He groans, grappling your asscheeks causing you to shriek. His shaft, hitting the depths of your walls. “Hm! Sho good..!” You cry out, your lips parting a small oh! You quickly shift your head back to him, Satoru giving you a winsome smile. You couldn’t even complain. He was dicking you down so good, and his charm was irresistible.

“Cutie.” You chuckled, letting out multiple needy gasps. His eyes narrowed, his cock twitching inside you when you called him a cutie. You were driving him insane, as he pulls out almost all the way and then slamming into your cunt harsh, causing your hips to writhe and your back arching further more.

You bit your lip, your eyelashes fluttering as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Satoru was practically pounding into your Dewey cunt, while you’re on all fours. You were literally about to fall, you couldn’t take the pleasure, legs trembling and everything.

“Mfh..can’t wait to fill ya’ up doll..” Satoru murmurs, his thrusts growing erratic. “Satoru!!” You shout, your thighs clenching.

“Come on, baby..cum with me..” He sighs, positioning his hands on your waist.

You let out an agreeing wail, as you could feel his abrupt, succulent liquid enter inside you. He came a lot inside you, some of the remnants of the velvety liquid overflowing from your hole.

Satoru quickly pulls out of you, causing you to make a loud sigh. “So..what are we now, princess?” He asks, questionably.

You, still catching your breath trying to speak but your voice is raspy. “w-what do you think, idiot.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #tumblr fyp #fem reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sovere1gnn #black reader #gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #doggygirl

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jellyfitzjelly · 2 days

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@orehuna asked me this prompt, how could I resist? 😌 GN!Tav with deliberately vague terms. NSFW: voyeurism, masturbation

Zevlor needed some time off. All the problems he was facing in the Grove was wearing on him, but he would be damned if he showed it. His people were counting on him. He couldn't let them down. He decided to take a walk in the forest nearby. Zevlor had to take his commanding voice to make sure Tilses didn't follow him. He needed to be alone.

Strolling in the calm of the forest was refreshing. All he could hear was the birds singing. Suddenly whimpers echoed. Zevlor stopped in his tracks, listening in. Moans could be heard. The old Commander made his way to the source, concerned. Was this a goblin attack? He needed to ascertain the situation before he could get help. He prayed the gods for only goblins. Gnolls were worse. He froze in the bushes when he recognized Tav, sat against a tree in a clearing...

...and with a hand down their opened pants.

Zevlor felt himself flush with embarrassment. He retraced his steps slowly, careful not to make any sound so he could left the adventurer to their pleasure.

"Ah, Zevlor!"

The Commander froze, panic rising. He was discovered! He turned around, seeing Tav had their eyes closed.

"Yes, Zevlor! Just like that!" they moaned.

It was only then that the tiefling realized what was happening. They were fantasizing about him! Ilmater's ashes, he should leave. He should retrace his steps and pretend this never happened. That was the bare minimum of respect he could give the person who saved his people from a goblin attack when that idiot of Aradin ran back.

Instead, he approached silently and chose a hiding spot where he had a better view, heart racing. Tav's movement seemed to grow more hurried, before they abruptly stopped. They got rid of their pants as quickly as they could, kicking them aside before spreading their legs and making themselves comfortable. Zevlor felt shame burn hot in his belly as he stared at Tav's sex, arousal starting to stir. The adventurer resumed their ministrations, more urgently than before.

"Zevlor! Yes! Please!" they moaned, arching their back.

The Commander pressed a palm against his hardening cock in his pants. Gods, it had been so long since he had had the time to take care of his needs. His hips rutted against the heel of his hand, sparking pleasure within him as he watched Tav masturbate, moaning his name so prettily.

He had denied his attraction to them as hard as he could because of his duty, but here he couldn't deny himself any longer. He wanted them. He wanted to step forward and slip his cock in their core and fuck them hard against the tree. Zevlor had to contain a moan of his own as Tav quickened their pace again.

The Commander opened his pants and freed his cock, matching the adventurer's desperate pace. He wouldn't last long like this, release already coiling tight in his stomach, but he knew Tav wouldn't either. He fucked his fist with abandon, biting his lip to stay silent as he watched them pleasure themselves.

"Yes! Zevlor, come for me! Please! Yes!" they cried out as they came.

Zevlor could only obey. He bit his hand as he came shaking, spilling on the forest bed as he watched them in the throes of ecstasy. For what seemed an eternity, Zevlor's mind stayed hazy with bliss as he watched Tav go limp and slump against the tree.

Shame fell upon him not long after. What in the nine Hells was he thinking?! How could he behave like an old lecher, spying on a kid half his age? Zevlor shook himself, cursing himself in his head as he righted himself and left in haste, speeding to return to the Grove as shame burned hot in his belly. Did he truly just debase himself like this? What would Tav say had they seen him? Zevlor returned to the cave to bury himself in work.

And yet when night came, Zevlor rolled on his belly, shoved his bunched up pillow against his pelvis and fucked it hard as he replayed the afternoon's scene, imagining himself fucking Tav doggy style as if they were nothing but a whore, pulling on their hair as he buried himself deep in them. Zevlor bit his fist to keep silent as he pleasured himself like this, only stopping when he spilled.

"Ilmater's ashes, I am nothing but a pervert," he murmured, out of breath.

Yet, he had to admit that Tav was thinking about him when they pleasured themselves. Perhaps... Perhaps this attraction of his was, in fact, returned... He'd have to pay Tav a visit to their camp tomorrow night to find out.

#zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #mine bg3 #my fanfictions #to post

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bluestdai · 2 days

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But like, expound on the cum puddle in his naval. Like, is he shaking like a good car on cheap gas? Is he whiny? Tell us more, Blue.

oh my god oh my god!!!! thank you for asking i actually have sooooo much to say about this. just keep in mind that this is just one of the hundreds of scenarios ive thought of till now (yeah i might have a problem hahaahaaa)

anon is referring to this post

you're laying beside noah on the bed, he's mindlessy scrolling his phone, wearing only his shorts. you run your fingertips on his skin, slowly sliding your hands under his boxers. "what are you doing?" he looks at you a bit confused, "nothing.. don't mind me, i'm just gonna do my thing" you smile at him as you pull down his boxers and shorts till his soft dick is out for you to play with. you start hardening his dick by slowly licking it, then you take all of it in your mouth and stroke it with your lips, after a minute his full length is pushing at the back your throat and you gag trying to keep even half of it in your mouth. he moans and starte to slowly fuck your mouth by holding your head with both hands and moving his hips up and down till he's sure he can't push himself any deeper inside your throat; you chuckle at his impatience. your saliva runs down his length; your hands around his balls, squeezing them gently after every a few strokes to make him moan louder. you know exactly how to make him cum in minutes and you also know exactly how he pulses inside your mouth when he's close. when you feel that he's close, you slow down. you let go of his balls and start licking his length slowly to keep him on the edge. you're not in a rush, you plan on doing this for as long as he can last.

almost an hour later you're between his legs, he's still laying on his back, breathless and waiting for you to let him cum, "i need to cum" he says for the sixth or eighth time, he's been whimpering and moaning for so long now and you know if you edge him more than the five times you already have, he's gonna start begging. "will you give me good load? on your belly?" you ask him; "yes.. just let me cum please" his begging is already starting. you take his length inside your warm mouth again and start going up and down, saliva all over his balls and you lick all of it from his shaft and balls to his tip and spit it back on his cock again. when he gets close to busting you start licking his balls and watch him empty his load pump after pump on his stomach. every pump of cum comes out with a deep moan, he sounds like he's about to burst into tears and it makes you smile when you look at his face cause he's drowned in so much pleasure he doesn't even realise there's a couple drops of tears running down his face. his dick is still hard in your hands, you leave small kisses on it; he whines with every touch. you trace his trail with kisses, get to his belly that is covered in his cum. the dips between his muscles lead his load to his navel pit, you lead the remaining to his navel with your tounge and clean his skin off his load. he whines and you caress his chest to calm him down, "easy baby.." you lean over him, kiss his lips, your belly rubs on his dick that is soft now and he shivers, holds your face to pull you closer for another kiss. you kiss him back, from neck to his navel; circling his nipples on the way and he shakes and shivers again from the overstimulation. when you get to his navel you dip your tounge in his cum and with every lick he moans again and again till there's nothing left. his dick's hard again, rubbing on your soft chest with every move.. "can you give me a little more?"

#:(#by: me #noah ♡#bluestdai #tummy ♡#his tummy is cute and yummy :(#noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens smut #ask

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 days

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Hi love! Could I possibly request IV X reader where reader had a long day and he does something cute like maybe run a bath or plan a relaxing night?

My pleasure 🤘🏼✨🙂‍↕️

Little things

iv knows it the moment he drops his bag in the hallway. Like a sixth sense clawing from within that something isn’t right. If iv hadn’t seen your car he would have assumed that you haven’t returned from work yet. But he did. And it was there. But the house was dead silent and that was usual. So Ivy is quick to kick his Nike’s off his feet as he pads towards your shared living room.

There’s not a sign of disturbance anywhere and if not for the side table lamp being turned on, he would have already dismissed the room as empty. Stepping around the sofa, iv can’t help but frown. There you are. Still fully clothed. Jacket over your shoulders. Shows still on your feet. Laying on the sofa as if that was the last place you had managed to crawl to before your body fully gave out on you. He crouches slowly, fingers reaching out to brush away some of the hair that had fallen over your face. “Hey”, he mutters softly, watching as you blink quickly, pulling yourself out of the haze. “How long have you been laying here, hm?”, caressing your cheek, iv sits down on the coffee table leaning onto his knees. With a slight sigh, you look across the room, “I don’t know…”, you admit, voice so quiet and weak that it physically claws at iv.

“Long day?”, he asks, intertwining his fingers with yours. Hating himself for getting so lost in rehearsals that he had barely messaged you through the day. You simply hum, looking up at him. “I’ll get started on dinner soon”, you brush your free hand over your face.

“Nah, let’s order Chinese”, iv is quick to shake his head, “iii was talking about spring rolls all day, I need to kill that craving”. Another almost relieved sigh slips past your lips. And he knows that he had managed to knock at least one of the rocks weighing on your shoulders. He slowly reaches over, untying your shoes. Make sure to massage your ankles while he is at it before it turns to face you once more.

“Grab onto me, bub”, iv pulls at your hands, letting them drop on his shoulders. “I can walk”, you grunt sitting up slowly. The warmth of your boyfriend already making you feel more like yourself. “Sure, but I can also carry you”, iv shrugs, wrapping his arms around, making sure you are all set in his arms before he turns towards the bedroom.

After slowly helping you to undress, making sure the shower temperature was just how you liked it, and pulling out your favorite scrubs and hair treatment thingies he knew nothing of, IV reaches for his phone to place a food order. Going down to bring back to your car so he can pick up and wash up the container you brought lunch in. Pulling a couple of the blankets from storage. He lites a couple of candles before putting on some random trash TV show he found.

iv is finishing plating out food when he hears you step out. Hair still damp but your face looks a lot lighter. His shirt that you’re wearing is loosely falling over your frame. “Just in time, bub”, he hums, gesturing to the steaming plates. “You didn’t have to”, you mutter, walking closer to him. Letting your face disappear in iv chest. “I want to make my baby feel better, this is nothing”, cupping your face between his palms, iv brushes his nose against yours, making a little chuckle slip past your lips. “There it is, the sound I love some much”, he can’t help but smile, before brushing his lips over yours a couple of times. “Now get your cute ass to the sofa”, his rough palms squeeze your bum, making you let out a squeal, before he washes you slowly paddling towards the living room. Not without a farewell slap against your ass. For good measure.

#sleep token imagine #sleep token x reader #sleep token x you #sleep token fanfic #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token iv imagine #sleep token iv x reader #sleep token iv x you

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3vergr3en · 18 hours

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can i request a headcanon about &team’s fav way to make u cum pretty pls👉🏽👈🏽

&Team’s Favorite Ways to Make You Cum 💦

(💬) PAIRING . ot8 x fem!reader

(📢) CONTENT . Mature writing!! MDNI.

(📃) A/N . Excludes Maki because uh,, duh? But anywayss, hope y’all enjoyed it because I did 🤭

He’s a tease.

And he loves to use that against you.

He won’t fuck you until he makes you cum from his fingers alone.

And I’m not talking about him finger-fucking you,

He’s a boobs type of guy. And he fawns over your breasts.

So his favorite way of making you cum is having one hand rubbing your nipples with his fingers, pinching and lightly twisting them; while his other hand mimics the same moment down on your clit.

And the way you twitch and those sweet, cute little whimpers of yours drives him insane.

Fuma

I know he’s such a gentleman.

Furthermore, I see him being either a soft dom or a pleasure dom.

Nothing submissive (unless if he was begging you to ride his face)

I think he enjoys traditional, vanilla sex.

So, I believe his favorite way of making you cum is slow, yet deep thrusts in missionary.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves to fuck you in ways he could only dream of— but he wants to make sure that you feel everything more than him.

So with every fervent push of his hips against yours, a delicious cry slips out between your lips when you feel the head of his cock pressing against the opening of your cervix.

Nicholas

Just like Fuma, he loves making you cum on his dick.

But in contrast of Fuma, he’s a fucking freak.

So his favorite way of making you cum is by making you fall apart on his cock.

And that’s whether you’re crying out his name when he slams your hips down on his, his cock spreading your walls apart,

whenever he has a rough day, he’ll fuck multiple orgasms out of you back-to-back,

or when he just wants to fuck you stupid because he feels like it <3

Euijoo

Pleasure Dom #2 !!

Possibly borderline submissive tho 🫣

His favorite way of making you cum is by eating you out.

He’s a certified munch!

Stressful day for both either him or you, he’ll always find himself in between your legs, tongue lapping against your puffy clit that’s been violated by his skillful tongue.

But he loves eating you out because of your reactions.

For instance, when you’re about to come, it’s his FAV thing ever.

He likes the feeling of your thighs trapping his head in place and hearing your staggering breaths + your shaky voice when you warn him that you’re going to cum.

And when you finally do cum, you tend to grab at his hair, pulling his face flush against your sopping cunt— and he just lets you do it because that’s exactly what he wants.

Yuma

Hm.. y’all can say whatever you want, but I think he likes making you cum by using your own toys on you.

HEAR ME OUT.

He’s not like one of those guys who’s against sex toys, instead, he’s one of the types who’d use them to his advantage.

You used your vibrator lately? Great! It gives him an excuse to have him use it on you!

He loooves overstimulating you.

So when he’s stuffing you full of his cock, don’t be surprised if you feel a buzzing sensation pressed against your clit.

And don’t be surprised if you end up cumming more than once that night 😖

My submissive little boy 😖

He’s so adamant about wanting to make you feel good and only you, he’s oblivious to his own needs.

And so, his favorite way of making you cum is however you want to cum.

Want his dick pounding inside of you? He’ll gladly do that.

What about his long, slender fingers curling up and against your g-spot? He’ll ask how many fingers you want inside of you.

And what if you simply just wanted to watch him jerk off while you use your vibrator? He’ll put on a little show just for you <3

He’s at your service 💕

Harua

loves loves lovesss using his fingers.

It gives him a sense of pride when he knows that he can make you come apart with just his fingers alone.

And so when you’re laying down on his bed, legs helped spread apart with one of his hands by your thigh, his other hand is against your cunt— two fingers sunken between your wet gummy walls.

Just because he looks cute doesn’t mean he is cute.

He’s a nasty man when it comes to finger fucking you.

and he won’t stop until you’re soaking his sheets in your juices.

Taki

Munch #2!!

Just like Jo, he also just want to pleasure you.

But don’t get him wrong, he would love to get his dick wet.

He’s simply just a munch 🤷🏻‍♀️

If he could, he’d definitely choose to have his head between your legs all day everyday.

He could quite literally eat you out for hours straight if you’d let him.

So yes, if you order him around to give you oral, he’d obey in less than a heartbeat.

But if you tell him to stop, it may be a little hard to get him out of that haze.

And if you try to push his head away because you’re so overwhelmed, he’ll just swat your hands away and hook his arms under your thigh— pulling you closer than before so he can continue eating your pussy.

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by-april-march · 12 hours

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First off, I love your fics, they’re so yummy.

BUT. If you do a fic of a soft dom Kyle taking the reader’s virginity. I WILL BE FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

Ughhhh, him making her look into his eyes as they finish together, him praising her, all that good shit.

Thank you! <3333

You made my day!! You can have whatever you want!! 🥰😍

Kyle x F! Reader

[Also available on Ao3!]

I held my breath.

“No way,” Kyle said, “You’re still a virgin?”

And just like that, our hot and heavy make-out session ground to a halt. We weren’t a couple or anything, just friends who fooled around sometimes, but it never went further. For obvious reasons.

I swallowed thickly, “I was just waiting for the right guy. Then I waited too, long… I don’t know,”

I stood next to him near the foot of his bed and waited for each and every one of my dating choices to be heavily scrutinized.

“I just assumed – I mean, guys have been chasing after you for as long as we’ve known each other,” He mused, “You give good head for a girl who’s never fucked before,”

I snatched my blouse from off the edge of the bed and he grabbed my wrist, “Stop,”

I glared at him, “What?”

“Nineteen’s not that bad, come on,” He shrugged.

My face felt hot, “...That’s easy for you to say,”

“Do you want me to walk you through it?” He asked.

“Really?” I asked skeptically, “You’d do that for me?”

“...Yeah,” Kyle tightened his grip on my wrist and I dropped my blouse to the floor.

I searched his face as I looked up at him and my heartbeat started pounding in my ears, “Why?”

“Come on,” He scoffed, “You know we’re not just fucking friends, right?”

I couldn't stand it anymore, so naturally, I kissed him. Kyle held onto my wrist and his other arm wrapped around me and pulled me firmly against him as his tongue slid in my mouth. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs as our tongues turned over each other. His hand ran down my back and over my ass. He gave me a firm squeeze, pulling up the back of my skirt. I could feel his hard-on pressed against me and I wanted him more than ever.

“Take off your skirt,” He said, finally letting go of my wrist, “Get on the bed,”

As Kyle pulled off his shirt, I unzipped the side of my skirt and shimmied out of it. After it fell to the floor, I stepped backward and sat down on the edge of the bed as I watched him unbutton and unzip his pants.

“Lay down,” He said finally unveiling his thick cock.

I laid back and was painfully aware of his eyes on me as he stroked himself. He hooked his fingers in my panties, slowly pulling them down to my ankles, and then he tossed them somewhere I wasn’t privy to.

Okay, now I was agonizingly aware of his eyes on my naked body. He climbed on top of me and his hand dipped between my legs.

He traced my slit and his face slid into a smirk, “You’re already so wet,”

He started massaging my clit and my breath hitched while I instinctively grabbed a handful of the blanket.

Kyle kissed my neck, “You’re too tense,”

His hot breath on my skin felt amazing, I could feel the tension in my body ease as if he’d just popped a muscle relaxer in my mouth.

"Good girl," He smiled.

He rubbed up and down, spreading my desire all over my slit before sliding a finger inside. I took a quick uneven breath, and he surprised me as he slid a second into me. We’d fooled around before, I’d blown him, and he’s felt me up and went down on me, but we’d never felt each other like this before.

Another first.

“Fuck,” Kyle groaned as he carefully primed me with his fingers, “You’re so tight,”

My eyes rolled and my back arched as he hit the sweet spot he knew would make me come. I could feel myself fasten up around him, and when it happened I was pretty sure I heard his breath hitch along with mine. He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue in my mouth and my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I cupped his face in my hands and moaned into his mouth so loud I was almost embarrassed after the fact. As the wave of pleasure overtook me, the only things I could feel or think about were his fingers and his tongue.

Kyle pulled his hand back and sat up as I laid there panting. He slid a finger in his mouth and sucked off my slick with a smile.

He leaned back over me and lightly licked my top lip, “Are you ready?”

I nodded cautiously.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and along my soft, wet skin and I sucked in a breath as he put a small amount of pressure on my clit before sliding back down to my entrance. I held my breath as he finally, thankfully, pushed a little bit inside me. He stopped for the briefest moment and pushed with more force.

Kyle moaned and I gasped as he squeezed inside, “...Fuck,” we said almost in unison.

I took a deep breath, it really felt like he was stretching me out. I whimpered as he began to slowly shift in and out of me.

He cradled my face in his hand, “Are you okay?”

I nodded and he smirked, “You’re taking me so well,”

He kissed me and his hand slid down to my chest. His hips were really picking up speed as he caressed and squeezed my breast. He rolled his thumb over my nipple and I whined.

“No wonder you’re so sensitive,” Kyle gave me a light pinch, “No one else has ever touched you like this,”

His hand slid down again and he quickly found my clit. My back arched as he started massaging me again in tight circles.

“God. Every time I touch you...” He mumbled against my lips, “You get even tighter,”

He kissed me and as our tongues met, I knew I was close to going over the edge.

“You feel so fucking good. Giving yourself to me like this--” Kyle groaned, “You're gonna force me to come inside you,”

"You're gonna-- I'm gonna," I panted helplessly as he kissed me again.

He cupped a hand to my cheek and as I met his gaze I felt my entire body tremble.

"I need to feel you come," He kissed me hard and as his tongue rolled over mine, I couldn't stop it.

If my first orgasm that night was a tidal wave, this was a tsunami. My entire body tensed and I couldn’t fight it at all. I could feel my entire pussy squeeze him while my nails pressed into his back and my toes even curled. Our kiss broke as we both released loud, shuddering, gasping moans.

"Look at me," He ordered as he plunged into me deeply and I felt his hips jerk.

I whimpered powerlessly at his mouth, watching him watch me, as his cock pumped me full of hot, sticky spurts.

When he finally rolled off of me, I laid next to him as he panted. I couldn’t believe that Kyle of all people had just done all of that for me.

“Are you still okay?” He asked gently, "You did great,"

I nodded quickly and he smiled as he scanned my face, “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing – Just that,” I unsuccessfully tried to fight a smile, “I’m glad it was you,”

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happy birthday! ive been meaning to ask for a while if you have any spare minkowski thoughts, just in general. if not, are there any other characters in w359 that you see as trans or queer?

thank you!! sorry for not getting to this one on my birthday; i've been trying to come up with some minkowski thoughts for you, but i'm not sure if they'll be new!! one of my favorite things about minkowski is how much she really, truly has "guilty pleasures" in the most typical sense. when emma sherr-ziarko said the track name "minkowski watching 50 shades of gray with a tub of ice cream and enjoying it nonironically" informed her perception of the character, etc. i love that. all of the best characters are self-contradicting in very real and human ways, and minkowski has a ton of that. her love of musical theater gives us such insight into her interior world; she treats so much of her life like these separate, practiced "roles" to play, as if there can be clear divisions between them.

minkowski is a great leader, but she's not a natural leader, and - in fact - everything that does ultimately make her a person worth following is completely at odds with how she tries to lead, or how she thinks it's supposed to be done. i think she was in a dozen different clubs in high school, but didn't really have friends. i think she could get really into historical reenactment (and i would love for eiffel, hera, and minkowski to go to a ren faire - i think they'd all enjoy that, but for very different reasons.) i think minkowski earnestly believes in the concept of a "cheat day" and marks when she allows herself to eat a whole bunch of ice cream on her calendar - this is horrifying to eiffel, but she finds it sincerely motivating. i think minkowski's interior decorating sense is at least 30% more "live, laugh, love" than anyone else around her would be able to take seriously. she's the kind of person who needs everything in her house properly labelled and put away in the same place every time. eiffel is the kind of person who leaves everything out, all over the place, and forgets it exists if someone puts it away. making them live together is hilarious. i think minkowski likes romcoms and hallmark christmas movies; she's easily moved by very sappy media, and very defensive / embarrassed about that. she's used to being mocked for her taste, and for how it goes against her image as a career military woman. i do not think hera would share her taste in movies at all, but minkowski + hera girls' night is very important to me.

what else... oh!! i've talked to my friend @hephaestuscrew a lot about minkowski's parents, and i agree with the assessment that they are probably... pretty laid back? like, the kind of people who encouraged her to be whatever she wanted to be - the pressure she puts on herself to make something of herself is the kind of person she is, and a message she got from the world at large more than her parents, i think. her dad's first name has an anglicized spelling as well, so i think there's something kind of... well, there's something that rings true about minkowski trying to hold onto these parts of her heritage that her parents aren't as concerned about. koudelka's a czech name; we don't know anything about him, but i wonder if maybe she made that connection with him at least partially because they were both american children of (at least one) eastern european parent(s) in paris. and her mother is french, she learned french before she learned english, but we don't really know if she spent time in france before that. there's a sense of displacement to that.

(as for the other part, well... i'm not sure! obviously jacobi is gay, and i would generally agree lovelace and maxwell are as well. i think eiffel is technically bi, but he's straight culture bi. i think it would be difficult to get minkowski to really examine her sexuality. whatever kepler's sexuality is, i think he's done his best to close himself off from any sincere desire. my thoughts on hera's sexuality would require a whole other post, but obviously i read her as trans. there isn't really anyone else i think of as trans, but that's not to say it's impossible - they're mostly military or military-adjacent people born in the 70s and 80s; by and large i think they're coming to these topics of identity from a different perspective from those of us on tumblr dot com. but i think doug eiffel is one of the most cis characters i can imagine.)

#thank you for asking!! this is kind of all over the place but i wasn't sure what to focus on #minkowski is one of my favorite characters; i will try to post more minkowski thoughts for you. if i can.#asks

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Strictly Pleasure - Part 15 (Orc x Human)

orc x human age gap paranormal romance 15 of ?

Summary: An awkward fresh-out-of-a-relationship woman and an orc that owns a sex store enter an adult theater together. She, intent on pushing her own boundaries. He, just looking to give her some sense of safety. Well, that and he wouldn’t complain about having a bit of fun himself.

After they inevitably get interrupted, Jek deals with the problem while Heidi flees. Resigned, he believes he’ll never see her again.

Thus begins Jek and Heidi’s sporadic interactions until, eventually, they find themselves fumbling around each other daily at the very place it started: Strictly Pleasure.

Part 1 - Masterlist - Part 14

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Shoving the dildo in had been a great idea or not, but Heidi couldn’t find it in her to care. Jek’s caught voice and expression when he turned his eyes to the camera made it doubly worth it. The smooth toy had started to change she noticed, before she shoved it in. Now with it firmly lodged in her, she could feel it shift and grow and harden. Sensual delight teased up her back as she let the warmth pool inside her.

“You’re really wet already,” he choked out. Her somewhat breathless laugh made his spine tingle, the ensorcelled cock sleeve flexing with every syllable of her amusement. With every squeeze, he was reminded what a tight fit it was between a human and an orc.

Alright, Heidi had control of the situation long enough, the more prickly part inside of Jek thought. Pushing himself and his chair away from the desk, he adjusted his seat and propped his legs onto the lower bars of his desk. Satisfaction burned through him when Heidi’s eyes widened, her eyes trailing the length of his visible form.

With a lazy stroke, he slowly tugged the cock sleeve along his length. Despite the fact she had so boldly shoved the dildo in, he wasn’t really sure if it had fully configured to his own equipment by that point. Hurting her, even in the face of her overexcited hubris, wasn’t something he wanted.

Heidi bit her lip as the dildo withdrew without her assistance. She angled her hand so Jek could see his own handiwork, but her hand hovered close, not wanting to lose his penetration entirely.

And watch Jek did as the facsimile of his own dick slid from Heidi. If anything, he had to give the company props. The dildo’s enchanted silicone material copied him, down to his coloring. If the camera had been angled differently, it could have been like reliving a memory. Not that he’d ever been in her room, on her bed, or with her. The sight still tickled faded memories at the back of his head.

He brought the sleeve back down his cock slowly, not nearly as far as she had initially plunged him, before retreating. Her teeth sunk deeper into her lower lip as he repeated the process, sinking just a little deeper. The toy flexed around him, warm and pulsing in time to Heidi’s pussy on screen.

She lifted her hips and instinctively rocked, as if she could wordlessly make him go faster. Jek ignored the silent pleas, continuing his slow pace.

Impatience scrabbled along her nerves as he pumped his cock slowly, the dildo inside her matching the pace. He’d stretch her and dip, just far enough to tease her, then pull back. It made the heat pooling at her core prickle.

The whine that left Heidi had been entirely unintentional. Heat flushed hotter over her body when she heard Jek chuckle.

In retaliation, she flexed around his cockhead, barely lodged inside her. A smile played over her lips as his member twitched against her. “Keep teasing and I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

She tried to push the dildo further inside, but – surprisingly – it stayed in place. A glance to the screen showed Jek holding tight to the cock sleeve. Evidently, either party could stall the fun. Which made sense.

Well, there was more than one way to fulfill a carnal threat.

Loosening the belt of her robe, Heidi dipped one hand under the fabric as her other hand slid between her thighs. Simultaneously, she stroked her hardened nipple and clit. A more intentional moan slid past her lips as her back arched and her toes curled into the mattress.

“Heidi,” he growled, eyes burning as he watched her touch herself.

Her stomach flipped at the sound of his voice roughened, the flush sparking hotter across her face as she watched his eyes smolder.

The impishness returned as she stuck her tongue out at him. “I’ll make myself come if you don’t.”

Something in Jek’s expression and the way his chest heaved with a deep breath made her stomach somersault. If he could climb through the computer screen and grab her, slam her onto his cock and ride him, Heidi thought he would.

If that’s how she wanted to play, fine. Without saying another word, Jek jerked his hips up and pressed the sleeve down against him in one hard stroke. On the screen, Heidi jolted and gasped as the toy’s counterpart mimicked the move. He didn’t give her a chance to catch his breath, his hand and hips working at a wild tempo.

The toy between her legs moved with Jek’s unyielding pace, making the heat in Heidi’s core churn with sizzling delight. Throwing her head back, she lost herself in the sensations. The friction and heat grazing over long-neglected places. How deliciously his length and girth spread her, delved into her, bordering just enough on pain to enhance the pleasure.

Her hand at her clit fell to her thigh, nails digging into her soft flesh. Her other hand pressed to her mouth as she bit down on her knuckle, trying to choke back her mounting cries.

Every reaction only made Jek’s movements intensify. Heidi’s robe loosened even further, slipping as her breasts bounced in time to his strokes. His tongue flicked out, licking his lips. This wasn’t enough for him, would never be enough. He wanted to feel her softness and heat pressed against him, his cock actually sinking between her lower lips. To hear her moans and breaths toy across him, ring in his ears.

But he’d have to settle for this and only this, something reminded him at the back of his thoughts as he watched Heidi whimpers and writhe on-screen. The thought made his arm work faster, his hips thrust harder. His eyes never drew away from the image on his computer. Heidi writhing and whimpering, her back arching and toes curling.

Her hand fell away from her mouth as she gave up quieting herself, her throat flexing with every whimper and moan she gave. Both her hands moved to the blankets, tangling in them as her legs splayed wider, before both hands fluttered to her thighs, nails digging into her thighs. The toy between her legs slammed away at her, the wet schlopping sounds echoed in his own room.

Pleasure fizzed across her mind, eating away all thoughts. In a delirious effort to feel more of him – a hurdle her mind was struggling to overcome – Heidi looped her hands under her knees. Even as she brought her legs up, she knew it was a fruitless effort. The throb of need wanted him, not an ingenious fake. No matter how well the toy echoed his pulse, his flexing, his pace, it wasn’t actually Jek.

But lifting her legs and tilting her hips did angle the thrusting toy deeper. And it made him feel even thicker inside her. Sparks burst along her nerves as a hitched “fuck” left his lips translating how the shift squeezed tight around him.

He shot to his feet, instinctively wanting more leverage. He leaned partially over his desk, bracing one hand on the flat surface as his occupied hand continued to work. The dildo thrust harder inside, hitting every inch inside of her. She gasped, her body rocking mindlessly to meet her partner’s thrusts. Tension twisted inside her, spidering out from her core to tangle around her outer limbs.

When the tangle of sensations snapped, the orgasm slammed over her and she wordlessly cried out. She held tight to the back of her knees, nails digging into the tender flesh of her thighs as she shuddered. Jek’s reciprocating groan sent another lick of heat through her, her whole body shuddering. He gave two more thrusts before the added tightness and heat and wetness – and the very image of Heidi in the throes of pleasure – knifed his own release through him.

Her shuddering worsened as the toy did the unthinkable: simulated the white-hot heat of actual cum filling her.

Surprise cleaved through the pleasure and she released her legs, bracing her feet on the bed as her hips mindlessly rose to meet the cumming partner’s hips. Disappointment jabbed through her as she recalled she was the only one in the room. Not enough to ruin the moment, but enough to make a mark.

For a moment, only the sound of their panting breaths filled the air. In the vacuum of sound, Heidi realized she had been rather loud. Between the bed shifting under her and her moans, she hoped the neighbors hadn’t heard anything.

“Well, I think the toys pass the quality check,” mused Jek as he sat down, fighting to keep the breathlessness from his voice. His gaze couldn’t help but linger on her spread legs and the pseudo orc cum leaking from her. A conflicting mixture of pride and dissatisfaction needled through the afterglow. It should actually be his seed oozing from her slit.

Heidi hummed noncommittally, still flat on her back on the bed. Satisfaction settled through her bones, though there was still the itch of need under it all.

Uncertainty ticked through him, suddenly worried his performance hadn’t been up to her standards. “You don’t agree?”

At the sound of concern in his voice, Heidi pushed herself to her elbows. The concern echoed in his features, worried he hadn’t been enough. Biting at her lip, she wondered if she should say what was on her mind or drop the issue.

Before Heidi could think better of it, she gave an awkward smile and fumbled through her thoughts, “It’s hard to be sure how accurate the sensations were, since I haven’t experienced the actual thing with you, y’know?”

If it wasn’t for his blinking eyes, Heidi would have thought the video call had frozen. Jek sat so still, she worried she’d done something wrong. Maybe she had pushed a little too far with her last statement. Her awkward smile faltered as her teeth bit her bottom lip.

Meanwhile, Jek struggled to get air into his lungs. He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. Even this little video chat had been out-of-bounds. There was so much that could go wrong if he gave in.

Despite knowing he shouldn’t, he couldn’t stop his raspy question, “Should I come over and show you?”

His words sent a flush of heat through her, her eyes widening and her own heart hammering. A slow smile pulled across her lips, already feeling her cheeks burning with a pleased blush. “If you want to, I wouldn’t complain.”

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A sudden knock resounded on the door. Heidi jumped, eyes widening. There was no way Jek had managed to get to her apartment that fast. They had barely closed out of the video chat! Grabbing a more appropriate robe from her closet, she made her way to the front door as another set of rapping knocks sounded.

Peering through the peephole, the cozy heat Jek had stoked suddenly drained away. An elven police officer stood at her front door.

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