#need one of them neck pillow things with little beads inside that you heat up in the microwave...

[trainstoppin]

hurt my shoulder doing cool and impressive activities. (ran shoulder-first into a fucking glass door like a confused city bird)

[avengerscompound]

Small Gods: Little Traditions - 6

Little Traditions: A Sam Wilson Fanfic

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Rating: E

Word Count: 1941

Warnings: smut (FM, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Since the blip and Steve Rogers giving up the mantle of Captain America, Sam’s life has been chaotic.  It’s not enough that the world has moved on in the five years he’d gone, and that he’d missed so much, now he has to live with everything it means to be Captain America.  He feels like he’s losing all the things that make him him.  A venture to the supermarket to recreate one of his parents’ famous recipes brings him to you.

Chapter 6

Sam woke as the sun only just started to peek through the window.  It was still ingrained in him to wake at dawn from his time in the air force.  Of course, meeting Steve who had that same ingrained behavior, didn’t help.  The two of them would get up at dawn and run together every day they were in the same city.  It was their little tradition, and it had kept that internal alarm set to dawn, so that even well after Steve had gone back to the past and lived his life, Sam still had that habit.

He opened his eyes just a crack and in the dim light, seeing you sleeping peacefully next to him, he decided it might be time to reset that tradition too.  He’d need to train - he was Captain America after all, and unlike Steve, he didn’t have super soldier serum to fall back on if he got lazy with his fitness.  But - he needed to have a life too, so maybe one or two times a week he could sleep in and have a lazy morning with you, the woman he was falling for.

He rolled over, draping his arm over you as he closed his eyes again, and just enjoyed the comfort of his bed and the warmth of your body pressed against him.

Sleep didn’t come for him again, but he did doze peacefully, his mind using the opportunity to sort through his feelings about everything - from Steve’s appearance with the shield by the lake - all the way up to being here in bed with you.

As the sun moved higher and seeped through the curtains, a beam of light crept up the bed and bathed you in the soft morning light.  Dust motes floated through the beam, the golden orbs dancing around you like pixies, making you look every bit like the goddess you were.

Your eyes twitched and you moved into his chest, your lips pressed against his skin, softly kissing him in a trail along his pec. Sam hummed.  It was a deep rumble of a sound that came from his chest and bubbled up inside him.  His hand moved over your scalp and down the back of your neck.  “Good morning,” he said, the gravel of sleep still thick in his voice.  “How’d you sleep?”

“Really good,” you replied, your eyes cracking open just enough to meet his gaze from your spot at his chest.  “Thank you.”

You started to kiss down his body, your lips trailing down his abdominals.  He watched as you disappeared under the sheet, and then let his head fall back on the pillows and just enjoyed the feel of your lips on his skin.  You paused at his stomach, swirling your tongue around and grazing your teeth over his abdominals, sending a shiver up his spine.  It made his already hard cock jump and a bead of pre-come formed on the tip.

He let out a moan as you moved lower, your teeth softly scratching down the line of his Adonis’ belt.  When you reached his cock, you ran the tip of your tongue up his shaft and caught the bead of precome from the tip, humming as you licked it up.

The wet of your mouth closed around the head of his cock and he moaned again, louder this time as he lifted his hips in an unconscious attempt to get more.  Your hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and you began to pump as you lowered your mouth down, swallowing his cock.  You started to bob your head, just shallowly at first.  It was like you were trying to tease him or warm him up.  Almost as if you wanted him to beg for more.  Yet each time you lowered your head you took just that little bit more.

Heat began to build inside him like a fire had been stoked in his gut.  He ran one hand over your head, his fingertips scratching over your scalp as you took him deeper and deeper.  The sounds of your moans and the wet slap of his cock penetrating your mouth floated up from under the blanket. It wasn’t long until you were deep-throating him and he could feel his cock starting to pulse.

“Baby,” he moaned.  “Stop, babe… wanna fuck you.”

You pulled back with a graphic slurp and crawled up his body straddling his waist.  As you leaned in to kiss him, he rolled you both so you were on your sides facing each other, and he reached over and fished a condom from his side table.

When it was rolled on, he eased his cock into your soaking cunt.  The two of you moaned together as he slowly filled you.  Sam was in no hurry.  It had been a long fucking time since he last had this slow, lazy, morning sex and he was determined to enjoy every second of it.

The two of you moved together like you were a single organism.  Your hips rolled with his, and his lips caressed over yours.  He ran his hand down to your thigh and pulled it up higher on his waist, making it so that he could penetrate her deeper.  He dragged his hips up with each roll of his hips so the base of his cock rubbed against your clit.  It made you moan every time he did it, but the sound was swallowed by the kiss.

He could feel your orgasm getting closer as your cunt fluttered and your muscles pulled tight.  You stopped kissing him back as you held your body rigid with your lips parted.  Each breath you exhaled he inhaled so the air between the two of you became thin and warm, and lacking oxygen.  “Sam… Sammy.  Oh gods, yes,” you babbled.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned.  “Let me feel it.”

You moaned and your head fell back as your orgasm hit.  Your cunt clenched tight around his shaft, milking him for all he had.  He kept thrusting but he had already been close himself and with a shudder, he came too, his cock pulsing inside you as your pussy clenched around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned.  “God, you’re amazing.”

You smiled and your hands went to his jaw, your fingertips tracing over his skin.  “You’re the amazing one.”

Warmth flooded his whole form and he leaned in and kissed you, determined to spend as much time enjoying the morning as he could.

After spending some more time cuddling and making out, and following that up with a shared shower, Sam took you downstairs to the kitchen to get breakfast started.  He was surprised to find Cass and AJ alone and fixing themselves some cereal.  Sarah was big on giving them a full breakfast and for a moment he was worried that there had been an accident with the boat.  It didn’t take long for his rational brain to catch up.  It was Sunday.  The boat didn’t go out on a Sunday.  She may be sleeping in because she wasn’t feeling well, but she was safe.

“Where’s your mom?” he asked the boys as you followed him into the kitchen.  He looked around the room to see if there were any signs of life to figure out if she’d gotten up and gone outside or - well anything, and he noticed the second strange thing.  The couch hadn’t been slept on.  Wherever Bucky was, he hadn’t come home.  That did worry Sam.  If Bucky hadn’t been home at all, he was likely on a mission, and Bucky didn’t go on missions without trying to drag Sam along with him.  Sam was going to have to follow that up.

“She’s still in bed,” AJ said.

“You’re sure of that?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, we knocked and she said don’t come in and she’d be out soon,” AJ explained.

Sam’s eyebrows knitted together and he looked back toward the door to Sarah’s room.  As he did it opened and Sarah came out, tying off her robe around the middle.  Relief washed over Sam, though it was short-lived.  The emotion he had next wasn’t even one he could pin down.  Surprise was there.  Maybe anger too - though anger didn’t seem to be the right way to describe it.

Stepping out of Sarah’s bedroom just on her heels, was Bucky.

“Sarah!” he yelped.  “Bucky!  What the…?  You … Since when…? Bucky!  That’s my sister!”

“Oh, calm down, Sam,” Sarah said.

“Yeah, Samuel,” Bucky added, though he did have the good sense to look a little sheepish.

“How long has this been going on?” Sam asked.

“It’s been a while,” Sarah said. “So relax.”  She looked over at you. “Good morning.  Are you staying for breakfast?”

You looked from Sarah to Sam with your eyes wide, resembling more of a deer caught in headlights than a serious girlfriend.  “I was thinking about it, but if you all have something to discuss…”

Sarah looked at Sam and raised her eyebrow in that way only she could.  It was a look that she had perfected ever since their parents were killed and Sam stepped in to head the family.  It was a look that said ‘Sam Wilson, I love you, but you are overstepping.  Back off or I’ll make your life a misery.’

His eyebrows drew together as he considered the implications of all of this.  He had specifically told Bucky not to flirt with his sister.  He liked Bucky.  Part of him felt responsible for Bucky.  But there was that - and then there was having the guy sleep with his sister.  If they broke up it would be a goddamn nightmare for him.  So there was that too.  Plus Sarah was his little sister and sure she was all grown up and had kids, but he still felt protective of her.

Still, there were worse guys for her than Bucky Barnes, and she was a grown-up.  It wasn’t really his place to say who she could and couldn’t see.  Part of him felt he was allowed to tell Bucky who he could and couldn’t see, but probably that wasn’t true either.

The thing he wanted most of all though was for you to stay and for everyone to get along.  He wanted this to be the start of something new.  A new family dynamic.  A new tradition.  Maybe one that might get altered and changed over time.  Maybe he’d get his own place with you one day so it wouldn’t be breakfast anymore, but rather Sunday dinners when everyone was in town.  Maybe one day more kids would join the family.  He could see a lot of potentials and he wanted to take the leap.

“Stay,” he said quickly, turning to you and taking your hand.  “Please stay.  I’ll make pancakes.  I promise - if my sister is happy, then I am happy.”

Sarah kissed his cheek. “Thank you.  I am happy.  And for the record, I feel the same way about you.  It’s about time you had someone special in your life again.”

“You too, Sare,” he said.

“What - you don’t care if I’m happy?” Bucky teased.

“Watch it, Barnes,” Sam warned.  “You’re still on thin ice.”

Bucky laughed and held up his hands as the rest of his family started getting the things for breakfast ready.  This was nice.  Good.  Not at all what he’d planned but he’d needed this.  He needed to keep Sam Wilson alive and not get lost in what it was to be Captain America.  This was how he was going to do that, holding on to the ones he loved and creating new traditions with them.

~ END ~

[talesofstyles]

Good Morning Indeed

absolutely no plot whatsoever, just a bit of husband and dad harry in the midst of the family’s morning chaos 😂

Harry

“Go get the condom on.”

“I’ll pull out, I promise.”

“Your pull out game is weak.”

“Oi, them’s fightin’ words.”

“There’s a reason we’ve got six kids.” Says the missus with a roll of those pretty—but sometimes deadly (please don’t tell her I said this)—eyes. “‘Sides, I’ve just changed the sheets yesterday. You are not coming on the sodding sheets.”

“Fine,” I sigh and reach down to the bedside table. Why is the drawer filled with sodding Duplo and those tiny, pricey Sylvanian Family bunnies? I’m guessing kid number two, three and four have something to do with that. A few more seconds of rummaging before I finally found my treasure in the very back of the drawer. I lay on my back as I sheath myself up, and seeing as I’m already here… might as well, right? I smirk at her as I say, “hop on then.”

“Fat chance that,” she mutters. “Do I have to take off my top?”

“Nah,” I shake my head, it’s cold, and I’m a considerate husband. “A flash will do. Just give me a visual.”

She rolls up my shirt that she wears to sleep, a really old white rolling stones t-shirt that has two holes and a loose thread hanging on for dear life from the hem. She looks homeless. Gorgeous homeless though. 

“Nice,” I flash her a boyish grin, like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits. “You’ve got great racks.”

“You’re just saying that…”

I know what she sees when she looks at herself in the mirror and I wish she could look at herself through my eyes. 

“Hey, don’t you dare. My babies grew in that body, that’s everything.”

Her tender smile hits me right in the gut. “I love you.”

“Love me enough to ride me?” I say with a playful flick to one nipple.

“Nice try.”

“I love you,” I mutter near her mouth and give her a searing kiss. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, then I kiss her down her neck, her cleavage and her breasts. I slowly circle one nipple, and she giggles, knowing it’s a well-rehearsed move that is guaranteed to do what’s needed. See, her tits are kind of like start buttons. No matter the situation, a little attention to those bad boys switches things around real quick. Her head slams back against the pillow. And she moans, holding my head in place.

We’ve got ignition lads. 

I nestle my body on top of hers, and there’s a bit of wayward angling and poking until I find my way inside of her. And then it’s on. Two bodies writhing on the bed. My hips rotate in long, slow circles.

“Bollocks!”

“What? The condom isn’t broken, is it?”

“No, it’s bin day. I forgot to take out the recycling bin.”

“S’fine, we’ve got time before the school run.”

The bin’s sorted, back to the shag…

I slide my hands under her, bringing us closer. Rocking us faster. My forehead hovers close to hers and I open my eyes so I can watch. What can I say? I’m greedy like that. I want to soak up every gasp, every flicker of pleasure across her face. Pleasure I’m giving her.

Her breathing changes. It turns panting and desperate, and I know she’s close. I move harder, grinding against her, inside her, with every forward push. Warms sparks tickle my spine and heat spreads down until every nerve in my body is shaking. I slam inside her, burying deep as her hips jerk upward. She spasms hard around me, gripping me tight. 

I rock back my hips and pull almost all the way out, but then I freeze. Because a dreaded sound echoes across the room, grabbing our full attention. It’s coming from the baby monitor. It’s a rustling, the sound of cotton rubbing cotton. Like snipers in the jungle, we don’t move a muscle. We don’t say a word. We wait, until the rustling stops. And all is quiet again. 

Too bad it’s not for long. Because two thrusts in, a light comes on in the landing. Followed by small footsteps heading down the stairs. Shit.

“Harry, just come already. They’ll all be up soon.”

“I’m close… don’t rush it, you’re scaring it away.” 

She grinds her hips. Also another well-rehearsed move that she knows will get me off. But I freeze again, because there’s a second set of footsteps and the sound of a toilet flushing. Oh, and the babies next door are starting to whimper. 

Great.

“I’M HUNGRY!” That’s James, darling little cockblocker number four who likes to be fed on time. He’s three.

“WE’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!” My wife shouts over my shoulder. “Harry for the love of god-”

I pick up the rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my brow. She grinds her hips again, and I try to focus. “Just like that, fuck, keep doing that.”

“Sshh, keep your voice down.”

“IS THERE ANY BREAD THAT ISN’T 50/50?” That’s Eleanor, child number two. She’s seven, and she’s one of those children who seem to possess a discernible palate that knows when we’ve changed brands of baked beans or attempt to bring sugar-free fruit squash through the doors.

“IT’S THE SAME,” I reply.

“NO, IT’S NOT. DO WE HAVE OTHER FOOD?”

“THERE ARE SHREDDIES.”

“DON’T LIKE ‘EM.”

“PORRIDGE.”

“I’M NOT A BEAR!”

Honestly, seven-year-olds gunning for a fight this early in the morning can go do one.

The babies are starting to gather volume next door so I try to focus again. It only takes a few more thrusts before ecstasy wrecks my body, making me shudder. I press my lips against her neck as I come back down to earth. But I don’t move yet. I know we should get going because things are already chaotic outside our door, but I just don’t have the will yet. I’m considering going back to sleep for a minute or two. She won’t mind, will she? Well, I’m wrong. Because she proceeds to perform the move that seems to amuse every sodding woman on earth. And causes every man to squeal like a bloody pig. Without warning, she uses her powerful muscle to squeeze my extremely sensitive cock. 

Girls, grab a piece of paper and write this down. I’m speaking on behalf of every man to walk on earth here; we hate that. We don’t think it’s funny.

I jerk back, pull out, and roll off her. I try to look annoyed as she giggles, and obviously I fail, because that freshly fucked, flushed-face makes it impossible not to grin back.

“CAN I HAVE JAFFA CAKE?” That’s Victoria, child number three. She’s five, and she’s yelling as she thunders up the stairs. 

“JAFFA CAKE ISN’T BREAKFAST,” my wife shouts back as she sits up and hands me a nappy sack. “Harry…”

I wrap up the condom with it and toss it to the bin. “You’ve just taken me life force, woman, give me a moment.”

“CUSTARD CREAM?”

“NO.” We shout in unison. 

“HOBNOB THEN?”

“STAY AWAY FROM THE BISCUIT TIN!”

“You want to wrestle a biscuit-hunting kid out of a cupboard and 50/50 bread drama or fussy babies with full nappies?”

“Babies.” I hear a small child get whacked by a sibling downstairs and I feel like I may have got the better deal here.

Next door, the twins are not happy. They’re six months old now, and they’re both teething. Thing one glares at me as I walk into their nursery and thing two stares at me stroppily from the corner of her cot. Their cheeks are scarlet, and thing one proceeds to bark at me like a seal. I pick his warm, sleepy, cuddly body and cradle it close to mine as I lay him down on the changing table. I smell the dampness. It’s definitely wee. He’s soaked through, I think I didn’t tuck his willy in when I last changed him around three in the morning so it sprayed in some upward motion and drenched his clothes. See, this is why girls are better than boys. There’s no way they can pee upwards. 

After I put a fresh nappy and a change of clothes, I put him down on the rug so he can wiggle around while I grab his sister and sort her out. After six kids, I’m definitely a pro with baby duty and can practically change their clothes one-handed. The whole thing takes only a few minutes.

I cuddle the babies on each side as I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. They immediately reach out to their mum who’s cracking some eggs as soon as they spot her, knowing she’s the only one who can cure their hunger this morning. 

“Uniforms!” She says to the big kids as she takes one baby into her arms. “We’ll do breakfast after. Please, please, please…”

Desperate pleas lead them to saunter out and up the stairs. I follow my wife into the living room and hand her the other baby as she plops down on the couch. She rolls up her shirt and the babies latch instantly. Tandem nursing is harder now that they’re a little older and aware of their surroundings. They’re trying to scratch each other’s faces as they nurse. “Oi, what’s this? You each get a tit, stop fighting.”

They seem to somehow listen to me and have stopped trying to poke each other’s eyeballs. We’ll see how long that lasts. “Finish the eggs?”

I nod. “I’m on it.”

I brew some coffee, finish the scrambled eggs, and pop the slices after slices of bread in the toaster. Breakfast is done just in time as my wife walks back into the kitchen with two full and happy babies. She puts them in their high chairs and I scoop a bit of eggs on each of their trays for them to nibble on.

George appears back in the kitchen clad in his uniform with his also dressed brother trailing behind. We always lay his clothes the night before on his bed and he gets dressed all by himself in the morning. And he’s getting better at it, seeing he only missed a button on his shirt.

“Hi mate,” I say as I fix his button and he flashes a toothy grin at me. I plop him down on the chair, he’s graduated from the high chair now but still uses a booster seat.

“No toast!”

“What do you want then?”

“Chee-yos?”

I nod before I grab a handful of cheerios and set them on his plate next to his eggs. Then I take a few steps back across the table. “Hey, James, set it up.”

He flashes me another toothy grin before he opens his mouth wide and keeps it open. I hold a single Cheerio between my fingers while I bend my knees and bounce my hand as if I were dribbling a basketball. “Three seconds left on the clock, down by one. Styles got the ball. He fakes left, he drives in, he shoots…”

I toss the Cheerios in a high arc. It lands right into his mouth.

“He scores! The crowd goes wild!”

James holds both hands over his head. “Core!”

“Viv stole the biscuit tin, you know? She ate three jammie dodgers upstairs.” Eleanor says as she walks in with book bags and school shoes. 

George, seeing his sister walks in, proceeds to open his mouth wide and flashes her the half-chewed eggs on his tongue. It’s his current thing and it annoys his sisters to death. The young’uns think differently though as they double over in laughter. 

“Eeewww!” She shrieks. “You’re so gross!”

“VICTORIA, PUT THAT BISCUIT TIN DOWN AND GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN! AND GO GET THEM HAIR TIE THINGIES…” 

“I didn’t have any biscuits!” She yells and runs down the stairs.

This kid is the quintessential daddy’s girl. She climbs up onto my lap right away, handing me the brush and a hair tie. 

“See, poppet, I would’ve believed you if you didn’t leave evidence all over your face,” I arch one of my eyebrows as I sweep a speck of raspberry jam on the corner of her mouth. 

“You always do a ponytail,” she huffs.

“Either that or I give you a bowl cut with kitchen scissors. I reckon that fruit bowl will do. Your choice.”

“Can I have some more eggs?” George asks with his mouth full of his last bite.

“God, that’s like your third serving,” Eleanor grumbles.

“Nag.”

At that insult, Eleanor flings a piece of toast like a ninja. Before George can retaliate, my wife gives them both the look.

“Viv, will you at least have some eggs?”

“No.”

“Fine,” my wife sighs. “I’m gonna get changed then.”

I glance at the clock and, well, shit, I should get dressed too. “Can you lot watch the babies and try not to kill each other for the next five minutes?”

“Five quid each?” Eleanor tries to negotiate. “Babysitting isn’t supposed to be free, you know? That sounds like child labour to me.” 

Bollocks. 

“Two quid each,” I give her my dad look that says the offer is final and indisputable.

“Deal.”

[bang-tan-bitches]

Title: Need - 3 Word Count: 2.8k+ Rating: M Genre: fluff, smut, abo!universe, hybrid!bts Warnings: smut, multiple partner smut, threesome, two some, some some, creampie(s), knotting, biting, minor blood play, minor dirty talk, alpha/omega dynamic, anal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (M and F receiving) Pairing: Namjoon x fem!reader, Yoongi x fem!reader, Hoseok x fem!reader Summary: Sometimes you find your mate, and sometimes you find three. Life is funny that way. Written by: Admin A

A/N: Hello and welcome to the final chapter of Need. This one is just pure smut. So much smut.. so please thank B for her brilliant mind. There’s no way this would have happened without her. Thank you all for your patience, we hope you enjoy!

- Part One - Part Two - Part Three(end) -

There’s no time for you to look around what you’re sure is a rather amazing room. Namjoon is walking so fast, he may as well be running. The other two right behind him. 

Namjoon dumps you on the bed, throwing the useless sheet to the far corner of the room. You bounce once before he’s on you, pressing you into the mattress. His hands slide around your waist moving up and bringing the t-shirt with as his lips find yours. Too soon, he pulls away, your lips parted by the shirt he’s trying to remove. You resist, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. He chuckles and pulls away, taking your shirt with him, tossing it to the corner of the room with the sheet. Once he’s off the bed, you prop yourself up on your elbows, panting a little. 

You blink slowly as you realize Hoseok and Yoongi are already naked and standing at the end of the bed, their hot hungry eyes are roving your body and you feel a delicious shiver run through you. Your eyes wander over their hard, lean bodies and you feel a growl of your own build in the back of your throat at the thought of anyone else having seen them this way. They were yours in a way you didn’t fully understand yet, but were more than willing to figure out. 

“Like what you see baby?” Namjoon asks from beside you and you turn your head enough to find him. You mean to meet his eyes, really, you do. But when you turn to look at him, your gaze gets caught on his large cock - heavy and hard and right in your face. It’s base is nestled in dark curls and you have the sudden urge to bury your nose in them and drown in his scent.  You lick your lips as it bobs in front of you and don’t think twice before sucking the tip into your mouth. Above you, Namjoon groans and the bed dips as two more bodies join you. After a quick flick of your tongue against his slit, licking up the bead of pre-cum there, you release him with a wet pop! 

You turn and smirk at Yoongi and Hoseok as you answer, “Very much.” 

Namjoon wraps a hand in your hair and tilts your head back until you meet his gaze and you gasp. His eyes are melted gold and amber swirling around a wide black pupil and the longer you look, the more it seems like something was trying to emerge through the flames in his eyes. Quickly, you avert your eyes and his hand tightens slightly at the submissive action.  You moan and arch your back at his dominant touch. 

“Oh, you like that, don’t you sweetheart?” Hoseok says softly from near your feet and you look down at him as best you can with Namjoon’s hand still in your hair. His mouth is twisted into a wicked smile that promises all sorts of debauchery and his eyes… his eyes are the same golden shade as Namjoon’s. “You want to be dominated, don’t you? Held down and knotted. You want us to fill you up until you’re dripping, our scent all over you, inside and out, our kits growing in your belly.” 

You lick your lips and swallow thickly, but don’t say anything, it’s too much, knowing what he’s suggesting is exactly what you want, when only that morning the thought of, well, all of it had been the furthest thing from your mind. His lips are warm as he leaves a trail of wet kisses all over your stomach, almost as if he’s imagining you already round with their child. Namjoon’s hand tightens again, then loosens when you look up at him, but he doesn’t let go. The soft head of his cock brushes against your cheek. “Your Alpha asked you a question Omega.” 

The air leaves you in a rush as another wave of lust overcomes you when you realize that these were Alphas, in every sense of the word. 

“Yes Alpha.” You finally answer, your voice thick with desire. 

“Good girl.” Yoongi purrs into your ear and nuzzles just behind it. Namjoon lets go of your hair and uses that hand to cup the back of your neck, stroking lightly with his fingers.  You turn to look at Yoongi and once again, you’re caught in a golden gaze, though his seems to be threaded with black rather than amber and, just as you did with Namjoon, you avert your eyes. 

“Such a good girl.” Yoongi murmurs and nips your earlobe. 

Distracted as you are by Namjoon and Yoongi, you haven’t noticed Hoseok moving closer until his hands are prying apart your thighs.  You part them easily and meet his heated - golden and red - gaze. “We’re going to fuck you now, our little omega. Later, we’ll be gentle, but right now, we want to fuck you into this mattress and make you scream.” He lowers his head and licks a warm, wet trail up your thigh and to your core then looks up at you from between your thighs, “Do you want that?” 

“Yes. Yes Alpha, please.” You plead and thrust your hips closer to his mouth, but he pulls away. 

“Please what, Omega?” 

“Fuck me. Fill me. Mark me. Everything. Just please!” You cry out, needing them to do something, anything. Your emotions were no longer at war within you. They’d all given way to a desire so intense you were surprised you hadn’t burst into flames yet. Namjoon let’s go of you and your head hits the pillow.

Hoseok licks a stripe from the bottom of your slit to your clit before slipping his tongue inside. It's hotter and deeper than you thought a tongue could go, but right now you don’t care because the way he’s moving it and the spots he’s hitting is making you see stars   “You taste so delicious, no wonder Yoongi couldn’t help himself.” He says then sticks two fingers into your sopping wet core, pushing them in and out, occasionally curling them to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. “You’re so wet. Are you ready for me baby?” 

You nod and he moves to position himself at your entrance, with a quick thrust of his hips, he’s hilt deep inside you and you keen from pleasure. 

“That’s it baby girl, take it all.” he purrs as he pulls out. 

“You look so pretty with his cock buried inside your pretty little cunt.” 

You feel something warm and soft press against your parted lips. Opening eyes you didn’t realize you closed, you meet Namjoon’s eyes before opening your mouth wider, letting him fuck your mouth while you wrap a hand around Yoongi, pumping him in time with Hoseok’s trusts. 

Busy as you are with Namjoon and Yoongi, you don’t notice how hot and hard Hoseok’s hands are on your thighs until he’s pushing your legs up and into Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s waiting grips, opening you up for him to thrust deeper. 

“Gotta make sure you don’t spill any. Need to fill you…” Hoseok leans over you, distracting you from Namjoon and Yoongi. 

Namjoon slips out of your mouth and Yoongi out of your hand when Hoseok flips you over without warning, making you gasp as he pulls out and pushes back in without missing a beat.

“Hands and knees baby girl.” 

You comply and Yoongi shifts and shimmies until he's underneath you. You let them move you how they want, slipping off of one hard cock and onto the other, riding Yoongi like there's no tomorrow and taking a kneeling Namjoon back into your mouth. Choking without the use of your hands. 

Namjoon slowly pulls out of your mouth so you can catch your breath and you tense when you feel lubed fingers circling your asshole. A little scared, but excited over what is happening, you try to relax, but you know they can feel your trepidation. Yoongi rubs his hot hands down your back, trying to soothe your nerves.

“Shh… it’s okay baby girl. You can take me here. You were made for this. For us.” Hoseok slides his fingers inside your ass a little deeper, slowly stretching you open.

Yoongi kisses you deeply, his hot tongue licking into your mouth and distracting you enough to allow Hoseok to slip his fingers out of you and slowly push the tip of his cock inside your ass.

You whimper into Yoongi’s mouth as Hoseok stretches your tight ring of muscle. Namjoon slips his fingers through your hair and gently guides your head to the side so he can kiss you. All three men groan once Hoseok is fully sheathed inside of you, as if they are synced together and can all equally feel you. 

Namjoon kisses you deeply, a sloppy, wet, dirty kiss filled with tongues and teeth as Hoseok and Yoongi thrust inside of you simultaneously. You feel overly sensitive as if there are a million hands touching you everywhere at once. Every thrust fills you with pleasure. Large, hot hands grip your breasts, plucking your nipples as other hands grip your hips, holding you tighter, and fingers tangle in your hair. 

The wet sounds of Yoongi and Hoseok pushing inside of you are obscene. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t completely blissed out. Sweat covers all your bodies and every push and pull of their cocks has you shivering and pulsing around them. You are so close, you can feel every ridge of their veiny cocks.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” Yoongi growls as he gives a particularly hard thrust, “I can feel your sweet cunt squeezing around me.”

You can barely moan out a yes, your body shivering uncontrollably. Everything feels so tight and tense, and every thrust has your body trembling with pleasure. You feel fuzzy, almost lightheaded, and with Yoongi and Hoseok thrusting in tandem, you can feel yourself so close to coming.

“Such a beautiful little omega.” Namjoon’s voice is thick with lust, “Come for us, Omega. Please your alphas.”

Yoongi swallows your cry as you come, his thick cock swelling inside you. You can feel his knot catch at your entrance and the stretch of him burns so good. His cock pulses as he unloads a thick flood of come inside of you. Hoseok presses his forehead against your shoulder blade, his hips stuttering as he continues fucking your ass. His hands grip your hips tightly, sharp nails prickling your soft skin. He waits until the last possible moment before pulling out, thick globs of his come coating your ass. He presses himself against you, his thick cock resting between the cheeks of your ass, his knot feels hard against your skin. You’re so sweaty and so hot, come leaking out around Yoongi’s cock while Hoseok nuzzles the back of your neck.

You know how this works. In theory. You have heard stories anyways. That their release is their cue to mark you. You brace yourself for the pain of their bites, more than ready to bear their marks, ready to show the world you belong with them… they don’t. 

They don’t bite you and it seems they don’t plan to. Before you can question it or get too worked up over the lack of teeth, Hoseok pulls away and Yoongi slips out of you and you’re jostled around to a new position. You close your eyes at the speed of their movements, feeling the soft bedding against your back and the heat from one of the alphas on top of you.

Your eyes flutter open and meet Namjoon’s slitted eyes and wicked smile. His large, warm hands slip down your sides to slide your legs open. You do not know where Yoongi and Hoseok are, but your gaze is completely consumed with Namjoon. His body radiates power and the feel of his thick, veiny cock pressed between you has you dripping with anticipation.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Omega,” Namjoon’s voice is dark, seductive, “I’ve been waiting for you.” 

You gasp when he slides inside of you. He’s so big, it’s almost painful. You thought that after Yoongi’s knot you would be able to take Namjoon easier, you were wrong. Every part of him is pressed so intimately close to you that you can only breathe him in with every lungful of air. 

“Fuck,” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, every part of your body yearning for him to speak again, “Such a good little omega.”

“Yes,” You gasp, arching your back. You can feel every rigid inch of his thick cock inside you. "I-I'm your good o-omega."

"You take our cocks so well." Namjoon groans out, his body feels so hot pressed against yours. Your hands grip his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself, his once smooth skin feels hard and almost scaly. You don’t even realize you have sliced open your palms until your hand cups Namjoon’s face, leaving a bloody handprint. His nostrils flare at the scent of your blood and you gasp as he seems to slide in deeper. 

You can barely catch your breath, you feel dizzy with pleasure. Namjoon grips your bloody hand, holding it to his lips, his long-pointed tongue licking your bloody fingers. Every swipe of his tongue has your cunt clenching tighter around him. You know that you are going to come again. Every thrust of his cock has you gushing around him. The scent of sex and blood is thick in the air. 

“Such a sweet, sweet omega. Giving yourself to us.” Namjoon groans - his voice deeper than moments before - with a measured thrust making your toes curl, “Do you want to come?”

 “Yes,” You moan, your voice sounding hoarse to your own ears, “p-please, it feels so good.”

“Be a good girl,” Namjoon’s hot, hot fingers slip between your bodies, his sharp nails pinching your clit hard, “Come for your alpha.”

You shudder as you come hard, your back arching as your hips press up against Namjoon. You cannot hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears. You swear you almost black out at the intensity of your orgasm, you’re so hot and sweaty, hair plastered to your neck. 

Before you can catch your breath, you can feel Namjoon’s heavy cock begin to swell. It’s almost painful how he stretches you open and you can feel the tears gathering behind your closed eyes. He continues thrusting until his knot prevents him from moving, unloading hot sticky ribbons of come inside you. His come is so hot it almost burns, and his low continuous growl has your cunt clenching tighter around him. 

You keep your eyes closed, waiting for the marking bite that never comes. You can feel the combined release of you and your alphas dribbling out around Namjoon’s slowly deflating knot. Once Namjoon completely pulls away, you feel cold, almost empty.

Panting, you lay there, motionless except for the rise and fall of your chest with each breath. You try not to let the disappointment building in your chest spill onto your face. It was hard though. They had called you Omega… you were sure they were your Alphas…. so why didn’t they mark you? 

It hurt to think you had possibly just been used to get them through their heat and it wasn’t meant to be after all… but as their still warm come dripped out of your swollen cunt, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelming disappointment. 

“Not tired yet, are you Omega?” 

You blink away the tears you can feel building, bringing yourself back to the present with a gasp as you take in the sight at the end of the bed. 

“I- wh-what?” You could barely form words as you looked from one pair of leather wings to the other. Yoongi stood to one side, dark velvety looking black wings spread out behind him. Beside him, Hoseok with bright red wings, golden veins seeming to light them up from within. Each of them sporting curling black horns. And standing at the foot of the bed, smoke and fire leaking from his toothy grin, stood Namjoon, his blue wings taking on a silvery tint in the light, his horns were obviously the largest, curling back behind his ears. 

“No, our little Omega can’t be tired yet.” Hoseok says, smiling widely at the look of shock and awe that must be on your face. “We haven’t even marked her yet.” 

Your eyes go wide at his words and you grip the sheet a little tighter as you stare at their sharp teeth. Imugis. Your mind flashes to the legends of the korean dragons your grandfather used to tell you about in your childhood. Water gods known for benevolence and good luck. But your grandfather also told you of the darker fables, the imugis that were cursed, that were dangerous and possessive, that had sharp claws and even sharper teeth.

“Come, our little Omega,” Yoongi curls his long claw tipped fingers, beckoning you, “it’s time for your marks.” 

[echo-of-sounds]

daddy dom pt.2

Headcanons on the types of Daddy Dom Toshinori, Hizashi, and Fatgum are. 

All three of these men are underappreciated. 

Warnings: Daddy Dom relationship, (the rest is only mentioned, there’s no real detail) punishments, slapping, spanking (with and without a paddle), anal play, ball gags, handcuffs, and rough sex

Yagi Toshinori

Toshinori’s been exposed to dominant play in sex, but it’s never captured his interest. Sex to him is sensitive, sensual, and intimate. The harsher side, slapping, choking, and anything close to rough, he is more than unenthusiastic towards. He can’t find pleasure in pain, even if the pain gives you pleasure. It’s caused so much heartache in his life, and he truly can’t bring himself to incorporate it during a time that’s supposed to be passionate and loving.

However, he isn’t opposed to being a Daddy. When you bring it up, he reads about and talks to you about it in detail before making a decision. He doesn’t mind being dominant. In fact, he quite enjoys being your protector, someone who you can confide in, who you can snuggle up against, sheltered in his arms while he pets and kneads your body. He’s your number one supporter and shields you from the stress of the world.

Toshi is the sweetest Daddy. You’re his sweetie, his sweetheart, and his sweet girl. Whatever catches your eye, he keeps in mind to buy for a present because he overindulges your every whim. He has money. He has the necessities. He rarely buys himself expensive, lavish things, which means he has plenty of money to spoil you with: books and movies you’re interested in, new clothing and jewelry, that adorable stuffed animal you reluctantly walked past, board, card, and video games, lotion, blankets, etc… 

He dislikes punishment and so very rarely uses it. It’s at most a light spanking to get your attention. Daddy prefers positive reinforcement and talking to you about your misbehavior. That way, you can understand who important listening is, especially when it comes to his rules. You shouldn’t eat too many cookies because it’ll upset your stomach. You shouldn’t leave clothes and books strewn across the floor because someone could slip and fall. You shouldn’t cum before he permits because he is your Daddy and listening to him is important. The second you apologize, he’s back to caressing and kissing you.

You should always try to wear Daddy’s favorite colors. It gets you more cuddles and compliments. Anything in lilac, baby pink, and soft cream draws his hands towards you like a magnet. Panties with cute, little bows are a cherry on top. Wear a cream dress at home. Your lavender panties can be seen through the thin material. From across the room, you can feel his eyes. He’ll eventually tell you to come and sit on his lap. He massages your sides as you rest on his shoulder. If you want, start grinding. Your gradually wetting underwear informs him of your arousal. Don’t worry, he’ll take care of it for you.

For bedtime, he has a soft spot for cock warming. He absolutely loves falling asleep when you’re connected. He’ll lay down. You just have to straddle him and slip him inside. Don’t move. Simply lay on his chest, kissing his collarbones and neck, drowsily mumbling how and why you love him. His hums of love warm your body. His breath warms your skin. As you start to drift off, his arms cushion you safe and sound- your own little safe haven. 

Soft sex is the norm. Daddy’s respectful, attentive, devoted, and eager to feel the heat of your body. Each easy thrust pushes deep, stretching you to fit him perfectly. Don’t hide your face or moans. They urge his hips to forage for more. When you’re fussing because you’re right there, he speeds up, kissing you profoundly, fiercely, whispering in his amorous, baritone voice, “It’s okay, Sweetie. Let yourself cum. Daddy’s right here. Daddy’s right here.”

Because of Toshi’s physical health, he isn’t able to have sex as frequently as the other guys. But he still pampers you plenty. He’ll buy you a pink vibrator to circle your clit with. You can ride his bare thigh, spreading your wetness over him as he guides your hips. He’ll watch you hump a pillow and cry out for your Daddy. He’ll finger you till you’re satisfied. He just wishes you to be pleased however, and whenever you need it. 

Rough sex isn’t exactly rough sex. But you do get to ride Daddy however you want. You can bounce excitedly or grind hastily or buck in sheer, vulgar heat. His compliments mix into groans the more you ride. He sucks your breasts. He spanks your ass. He grips your thighs until his nails nearly cut skin. It’s the time for you to have your fun and make Daddy feel pleasured like he always does for you.

Yamada Hizashi

Straightaway, Hizashi knew dominance was something he wanted. He likes leading and commanding someone under him, probing, inspecting, and licking every part of them. When you start a relationship, he opens up to you, wanting to know what you do and don’t like, and his interests are shared back.

You’re his one and only baby girl. No one else gets that name but you. You’re his teddy bear, snuggling you at bedtime. He shows you new places, feeds you new foods, and gives you new experiences you’ve never had before. Your joy and delight is the epitome of beauty. He strives to see it in your eyes and smile as much as possible.

On top of being his baby, you’re also his little experiment. He does everything to you, in whatever way he wants: fingering your ass, slowly spreading you wider and wider, praising your patience; having you ride two dildos at once as he watches your breasts and expressions; forcing you to stand still with a vibrator deep within you, unable to cum or whine or even move until he’s completely and utterly satisfied. No matter what it is, he just likes having fun and thinking of new ways to make you squirm.

When he’s out and about, go onto his laptop and search for whatever you want. Do those panties look incredibly comfortable? Add it to his cart. Is that necklace calling your name? Add it to his cart. Is that cute glass wand something you want to play with? Add it to his cart. He’ll buy them all. And the second they arrive, you better use them. Wear only the panties and necklace. Lick and rub yourself with the dildo. Show him just how much you enjoy the presents.

One thing you can do to help your Daddy relax is to let him suck your breasts. Hizashi hides his stress well. When he’s abnormally snugly, burrowing his head into your chest, hibernating under the blankets with you, it’s stress. Take off your shirt, and he’ll attach to your nipple. It’s not sexual. Something to nurse on is soothing for him. Daddies need comfort too!

Hizashi is super playful when he’s in his Daddy mode (not that different from his usual self, but he’s more hyperfocused on you). Keep in mind that that doesn’t mean he won’t discipline you after any mischief. If you don’t follow the list of rules on the fridge, fun Daddy goes away and it’s punishment time. His go-tos are timeouts, no phone, no Tv, early bedtime and, as much as it pains him, no cuddling.

When you’re being really disobedient, his voice lowers, grating his throat, vibrating his chest. It’s definitely provoking. His spankings even more so. As he stuffs you full of anal beads, you begin to think it isn’t even a punishment. But then he blindfolds and ties you up. You’re left all alone in the bedroom, in the cold air, can’t see, can’t move, only able to feel the toys gorged deep inside you for hours. If you fuss, he comes and puts a ball gag in your mouth. It’s best to wait it out until he’s convinced you’ve been appropriately disciplined.

Punishments often transition into rough, fast, dominating sex. You’re still bound and gagged and stuffed as his thrusts start. Let him hear your helpless whimpers. Let him listen to your drenched, lewd sex every time he sinks deep. He spreads you wide open and fondles you however he wants. Don’t be a bad girl. Grant him ownership of your body. It frequently ends with him cumming in your ass and plugging it with a butt plug. Keep it inside because the punishment isn’t over.

While he does enjoy the rough and tough, Daddy also values slowing down, kissing your body, and gifting you with plenty of loyal, loving rapture. You can choose the position: do you want to ride him as he kisses you? Or do you want Daddy to draw out his time on top of you, thrusting deep and intensely, giving you all the pleasure in the world? Either way, he makes do, nuzzling your neck, squeezing your thighs, praising his baby girl for everything she is.

Taishiro Toyomitsu

Taishiro is naturally so playful and so willing to experiment. The way he unconsciously praises his partner is a hint to his inner Daddy just waiting to come out. He sighs, ‘that’s a good girl’ as you blow him. He groans, ‘good job, baby’ as you cum. He grunts, ‘you’re taking me perfectly’ as he releases, thick and heavy, inside you. All you have to do is whimper for your Daddy and from then on out, that’s exactly who he is.

Baby, baby girl, little girl, good girl, Daddy uses them all. You’re his major weakness. He’s your biggest cheerleader, your safest space, your confidant, the one you can run to when you’re upset, overwhelmed, excited, and scared. He never wants you to feel alone. It’s a Daddy’s responsibility to ensure his little girl feels respected and heard, and he always assures you’re loved.

Daddy loves bathing you. He sits beside the tub and washes your back. He’ll coo loving praises as he cleans your body thoroughly. The plush washcloth and soothing soap brushes feather-light across your shoulders, down your back, and between your legs, making sure you’re neat (and cute) as a button. After you’re wrapped in a huge, fluffy towel and carried to bed where you’re slowly patted dry. Then he bundles you to his chest for sleep.

Compliments your ‘pretty pussy’ all the time. It’s Daddy’s and it’s beautiful. When he’s watching TV and the mood strikes, he slowly lays you down, lifts your dress, takes off your panties, and fingers and stretches and strokes you to his heart’s content. But he won’t let you orgasm. And you can’t complain or touch yourself. You can only lay open for his pleasure. He delights in your tongue sticking out, searching for something to suck on, and your glazed-over eyes silently begging for him to give you so much more.

Tai is definitely the type of Daddy who likes to be comforted now and then. He tries to hide his insecurities so you don’t worry. But he deserves the care and attention he’s always showing you. When he’s fidgeting with his clothes, ask him for some skin-to-skin cuddling. Kiss his stretch marks. Sigh or sing for him. Just woo his beautiful, handsome heart.

Cock warming is one of his favorites. It can be a punishment when you’re back talking or not listening. He makes you sit there for hours, your wet, swollen lips around his cock as you squirm, trying not to touch yourself. Then when he finally finishes, that’s it. You don’t get any gratification for misbehaving. It pleases the dom part of Daddy Dom. He also uses it whenever he misses you and your body. You sit on him and relax against his tummy, softly kissing, gently stroking him as both your arousals drip and mix together.

Rough sex means you’re going to get controlled. Cute, pink nipple clamps go on, handcuffs restrain your wrists behind your back, and a paddle will spank your ass raw. The paddle has little hearts in it, imprinting the designs onto your sore skin. Every thrust jerks your body, bearing his weight brutally into you. Every clit slap arches your back, harsher and higher. Every little sound you make will be praised, earning you more and more spankings. As you cum, the thrusts keep on coming, fully intent on making you orgasm until the sheets are soaked.

But when you finally collapse, Daddy tenderly releases your hands, gently lifts you, then carries you off for a warm bubble bath. If you ask, he’ll most certainly join. Arms will cradle you perfectly to his chest. Lips kiss all over your shoulders and chest, cherishing your scars, idolizing blemishes, worshiping every inch. He wants you to know and feel how much he treasures you, especially after particularly rough sex.

To start soft sex, Daddy expects you to sit on his face. Grind as his tongue tastes all of you. You have to cum on his face at least once before proceeding. That’s his one rule during lovemaking. Other than that, you can ask for anything, and he’ll oblige. Holding you close, he walks you through every orgasm, asking, ‘how much do you love Daddy?’ With how highly he coddles and comforts you, it’s indescribable. 

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Half Past Five: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: an innocent request turns into a long night (and early morning) with you and Geto Suguru. 

words: 2049

tw: nsfw (smut)

It’s too hot. 

Your entire body is soaked with sweat when you shoot up from the bed, panting while your stomach cramps wildly. Breath hisses between your teeth as you toss the covers aside and pad to the thermostat across the room, your feet dragging along the dorm’s wooden floor. After you tap the down button one, two, three, four times, you shuffle back to the bed, crawling into the memory of your body shape.

As you sink into the bed again, a gentle groan escapes Suguru’s lips. He turns over and places his arm around you carefully, tucking his nose into the crook of your neck before inhaling deeply. 

“Too warm, sweetheart?” He wonders sleepily, and you roll your eyes at the fact that Geto doesn’t notice the heat his own body emits at all hours of the night, like a furnace.

“Hmm,” you reply, the half-answer enough to send the sorcerer beside you back to sleep. But this suffering was mild compared to the nights you spent alone in your room when Suguru was away. The chill in the room reminded you of your utter loneliness, and sleep would not find you unless you had him - or at least some token of his - nearby. 

But on nights when he was with you, you fall asleep before him - the fuzzy outline of his figure hunched over some book at the desk or in the chair. Other nights, you would fall asleep without him completely, cradling yourself in the sheets before succumbing to fitful moments of rest, which was not so easy. As you think of those times, your pulse quickens and an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. 

You weren’t the strongest by any means. You were sure there would never be a time when you and Geto would be paired together to take on a curse user or a curse itself. No, you would always be confined to the back of the line, watching the other sorcerers go before you; some to the slaughter, others on to glory. Each time, fate would roll the dice and you would be beholden to the outcome of a single roll. If the dice was loaded, you would expect a favorable result. If the dice was not… 

“Su?” You breathe, and you feel him stir slightly. Before you ask your question, you lace your fingers through the hand that rests on top of you, and at this motion, Suguru opens one eye, prepared to answer whatever you ask. “What happens if you don’t come back?” 

A stunned silence stretches on between the two of you. 

“Why are you thinking about that, y/n?” Geto whispers, tightening his grip on your fingers. 

“Don’t answer my question with another question.” He exhales deeply and sits up a little, thinking before replying slowly. 

“If I don’t come back… things will go on like they’re supposed to.” 

“And what about me?” A sigh.

“You will go on as well. You’re strong, y/n, more than you realize.” Suguru places a tender kiss in the space between your neck and your shoulder, pulling you closer to his furnace of a body. “Besides, if I don’t come back, you’ll have to deal with Gojo alone. I have every intention of continuing to shield you from that mess of a man.” A smile spreads across your lips as you think of all the times Gojo has purposefully picked on you, which causes Suguru to quip back with a stinging retort. You never had to speak up for yourself when Su is around - except, of course, if he was doing the taunting. Usually it was followed by a pinch to the thigh or a playful swat at your backside; all signals that he was just having his fun. 

“I would really hate that,” you sigh into the pillow, but Suguru doesn’t reply. He’s still awake; you can feel the uneven breathing on your neck hairs. In times like these, you assume he’s deep in thought, working out all possible scenarios to whatever situation his mind is stuck on. Suguru hadn’t let you out of his sight for one second while you were together. The past two weeks were full of “come here” and “sit here” and “stay right there” and “don’t go anywhere” and - surprisingly - “Satoru will take you” if you needed to go somewhere while he studied, despite not trusting the white-haired man to be a chaperone instead of the child Satoru always tended to be. 

But even so… you turn to face the man beside you, pressing a hand to his warm cheek. His eyes are already open, now running over your face earnestly. 

“What are you thinking about?” You murmur, and the side of his lips twitch up a bit before he whispers back. 

“I’m thinking about sandpaper. Who came up with the concept, you know? What drove them to innovate such an invention?” 

“Su…” you warn, catching him in his lie. He huffs a breath in a chuckle, then runs his fingers across your exposed collarbone. 

“It’s always how I’m going to protect the people I love. I never have thoughts about anything else, kitten.” 

“Can I distract you from those thoughts for a little while?” You wonder, sliding a hand down from his face to the waistband of his sweatpants. A low growl resonates in Suguru’s chest as you finger the happy trail leading to the hair above his dick, pausing to run a finger around the small swath of hair. 

“Tempting,” he replies, taking his fingers off your collarbone and snaking them around your waist. “How do you propose distracting me?” 

“Well, first -” Your nimble fingers clasp around the base of his already-hard length and tug slightly. “I want to feel you.” Suguru squeezes his eyes shut as you work your hand back and forth over his dick, tenderly feeling the thick veins. He’s breathless while you swipe a thumb over the bead of pre-cum at the tip, then work your hand down the underside of his dick with care. That only lasts for a few minutes before your other unoccupied hand pulls down his sweatpants - no boxers here - and you duck under the sheets with ease. 

Your tongue flicks out to caress the tip of his thick cock, and when Suguru moans out loud, you know you’ve achieved your initial goal. For now, he wasn’t thinking about others. He was thinking about himself, which is just what you desired. 

“Y/n…” He groans, tangling his fingers in your curls while you begin sucking his length eagerly. “Fuck.” It isn’t until you take him in your mouth completely that the second goal forms in your mind: make him cum twice in a row. He’d been caught bragging to Satoru about his prowess in bed… now he might as well put his money where his mouth is. 

“Mmmph.” The cock in your mouth releases with a pop and the sorcerer who is beholden to your spell sucks in a sharp breath before pulling you up to his face. You weren’t done, not at all, but Suguru kisses you deeply, tasting himself with pride. While your tongues dance around in each other’s mouths, he makes quick work of your underwear and slides it down your hips, leaving it under the sheets. His sweatpants are already gone, and he grips both of your arms, hoisting you on top of him. 

“Ride me.” The command is followed by another rough kiss and a harsh smack on your left cheek. You reach down between your legs to position Suguru’s cock at your entrance, already soaking wet, and press down on the tip with some resistance. The tight fit makes the man beneath you toss his head back and curse as he slides inside, and you echo his words as you work more of him into you. “Goddamn, y/n…” When you bottom out, a shudder works its way up your spine, and Suguru feels it too as he runs a hand up you back. 

You start off slow, placing a hand on his broad chest as you slide up and down his cock. The way he looks at you sends shockwaves to your core; his lidded eyes and grip on your ass enough to send you over the edge this early in the morning. You catch a pleasurable rhythm as you bounce on his lap, closing your eyes and fondling your own breasts as Su watches from below in awe. It isn’t long before he presses you down to his chest and takes over for you with intense strokes, letting the sound of your skin slapping together echo around the room. 

“Fuck, Su!” At your exclamation, he looks up at you with intensity. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He breathes, staring at your face full of ecstasy. “I want you to cum.” The urging from Suguru did absolutely nothing for your resolve - but you didn’t say you had to restrict yourself. The orgasm rippled through you like waves from a stone thrown in a pond. But Suguru didn’t stop during your moment of intense pleasure. “That’s it…” He cooed, running a hand up and down your back as your grunt, the orgasm finally abating. 

When you recover, Suguru rolls you onto your side and wraps an arm under your top leg, beginning his strokes again. This time, they’re deeper and hit that spot just right, and you notice the raven-haired sorcerer’s hands clenching tighter on your leg than before. 

“Fuck me, Su,” you pant, and he obliges, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before really giving it to you. The sense is knocked out of you, the bed frame shakes violently, and you swear you can hear his neighbors waking up to the sound of the headboard bucking against the wall. Not again, they’ll moan, but you don’t have enough bandwidth in your mind to ask Su to ease up. 

“You… cum… twice… too,” is all you can gasp out, and he nods. 

“‘Course, babe, I’m not going to let you have all of the fun.” While he fucks you, Suguru litters hickies all over your neck and upper chest, ensuring that everyone would see that you’re with him. It’s not like they don’t know, but every once in a while, he likes to make a point to mention the cracked footboard (from that time he fucked you backwards on the bed and held onto the footboard so tight that it gave out) or the time you scratched him so bad that it left a mark for a week. This is no different. 

Your plan is failing, you realize, as the tally for orgasms is you: 1, Su: none. Another slap on your ass brings you back to the present moment, and your eyes snap to Suguru. He’s frowning a little, and jerks his chin at you.

“Don’t zone out on me.” He resumes fucking you, and you wrap an arm around his large body, trying to touch his other shoulder and failing. Your arm slips from his shoulder anyway and your hand lands on his neck, where sweat and cords of muscle bunch underneath your fingers. Su’s hand moves from your ass to the back of your knee, where he pulls it up a little higher. 

The immediate reaction for you is to cry out; his reaction is to start massaging your clit with vigor. 

“Cum with me.” His request is met with unquestionable agreement; you nod eagerly while he pumps into you before faltering for a second. “Oh, shit.”  Your grip on his neck tightens as the waves of pleasure crash over you one more time, which nudges Suguru over the edge as well. 

“Oh, yes, that’s perfect…” He breathes, shuddering as warm cum shoots into you. But instead of sighing and resting against the pillows, you feel him shift his hips again, pulling out and turning you on your stomach before sliding back in easily. 

You squeak as he sinks into you, still rock hard. 

“I’m not done with you yet. I still have one more to go, and you haven’t squirted yet.” As he starts his strokes up again, he grunts with each push into you. “Be careful what you ask for, kitten. We’re going to be here for a while.”

[spicykitteh]

Chill

Photo credit: Evgeny Karandaev

Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x fem!Reader, Sasha x Connie

Rating: 18+ NSFW, MDNI!

Word Count: 1.7K

Notes: Modern college AU, characters are aged up to early 20s, established relationship.

CW: Ice play, slightly rough sex -- more vigorous than rough, hint of edging, switch Jeanbo

Summary: On the hottest day of the year, Jean and his girlfriend try to find a way to cool off.

Jean sighed heavily as he punched the disconnect bubble on his phone. “Looks like we’re going to be sweating this weekend.”

“Are you kidding me? We pay this landlord a fortune every month and he can’t even bother to get over here and fix the air conditioner on the hottest week this year?!” YN plopped down on the threadbare brown sofa.

Jean had mentioned last week he had a bad feeling about the rattling the window unit had been making, shaking itself hard enough to sprinkle yellowed plastic shards and dust on the floor underneath it. This morning as the temperature climbed it seized with a deafening shriek. The four roommates tried poking and prodding at the thing though they all knew they had not a shred of mechanical aptitude. Jean spent nearly an hour arguing with the landlord but in this heatwave every repair service in town was booked completely.

“I guess the good news is Mr. Bozado said he wouldn’t charge us for the repair,” Jean offered weakly as he gulped lemonade. He swiped a hand across the sweat beading on his forehead.

“He better fuckin’ not,” Connie growled from the floor where he was sprawled out fanning himself with a hastily folded paper fan. “We didn’t break that junky thing, it was already half gone when we moved in.”

“I’m going to take a nap in the basement, it’s at least a little cooler down there,” Sasha said as she started opening windows for a cross breeze on her way to the basement steps. Connie tossed his makeshift fan on the coffee table and stomped heavily down the stairs in her wake.

YN glanced over to Jean who was draining the last of his now watery lemonade from the glass. “My room in the attic is way too hot. Is it ok if I stay in your room this weekend?”

Jean smiled over the rim of the glass and his honey eyes sparkled. “Sunshine, I don’t remember the last time you slept up there on your own since we came back from the beach.”

“Well, ok, that’s fair,” YN conceded with a wave of her hand. “It’s not like you’d let me sleep alone anyway, Little Spoon.” He set the glass on the coffee table where condensation pooled around the base and soaked the cork coaster. His knee nudged into hers as he sat down next to her and kissed her temple, tasting the salty sweat trickling from her brow.

“Just admit you can’t keep your hands off me, babe.”

“I can’t,” she turned her head to meet his lips as he bent to kiss her again. “Right now, though, it’s too hot for that.”

Jean agreed, leaning forward to peel his sweat-drenched t-shirt off. “Damnit, it’s like a furnace in here.” He scooped up his empty glass and motioned to hers with it. “Do you want another glass of lemonade?”

“Sure,” she exhaled and leaned back into the sofa. Jean strode through the archway that separated the kitchen from the living room and scooped ice cubes from the container in the freezer. YN snatched Connie’s paper fan from the table as she watched Jean filling the glasses with ice and lemonade, admiring his bare torso and amused by the way his lips curled into a wicked grin and his eyes flicked over to her, roaming shamelessly over her body. He chugged his glass until it was empty, then filled it again with only ice. He brought her cup to her and grasped her hand to pull her up from the sofa.

“I have an idea, c’mere,” he squeezed her hand as he led her to his bedroom and shut the door behind them. “It’s a few degrees cooler here since it’s on the north side of the house. Besides that, I thought you might like to get out of those clothes and try something with me.” He took her glass and set it on the nightstand next to his.

“Mmm, what have you got planned for me?” she smiled as she slipped out of her cotton t-shirt and denim cutoffs, revealing the black lace bra and panties underneath. He flashed that damned adorable crooked grin as she unclasped his belt and let it dangle to focus on unbuttoning his jeans, the soft blue denim whispering through her fingers and dropping to the floor. Despite the stifling heat in the room her core felt hotter when she palmed his hardness through his boxers. He laced his fingers into the soft strands of her hair and tilted her head back to press his soft lips to hers, sucking gently on her bottom lip, her jawline, her earlobe.

“You’re a bit overdressed for what I have in mind, madame.” He hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down her thighs. She shimmied out of the material and Jean swept her into his arms and lowered her onto the bed. His touch on her skin was like fire rushing through her veins that the breeze from the ceiling fan did little to cool off. He strode over to the window, propped it open and flicked on the small fan on his nightstand. His long fingers reached into his glass and deftly plucked out an ice cube. “Can I try cooling you down?”

She nodded and he stretched out beside her, nibbling at her flushed skin, letting the ice cube melting rapidly in his palm drip down the delicate skin of her throat, onto her collarbone, pooling in the valley between her breasts. His tongue chased the droplets, leaving a trail of goosebumps raised on her flesh and confusing her nervous system with the alternating chill of icy water and the heat of Jean’s mouth dragging against her skin. She arched her back against him, crying out when his chilled fingers slipped underneath her to unhook her bra and felt a light nip against her shoulder as he dragged the strap down her arm with his teeth. She shivered as his soft lips pressed kisses into the curve of her breast, her nipple brushing against the scruff of his jawline. He licked over the pink peak, sighing as he enveloped it with his lips and suckled hungrily.

YN’s fingers threaded through his strands, pulled him closer as she thrust her hips into him. His cock had already breached the fly of his boxers and pressed against her bare leg, the heat of him like a brand against her thigh. She traced a finger up the length of his shaft, her fingertip circling his sensitive tip and tracing over his slit. An airy moan broke the seal of his lips around her nipple.

“Oh fuck, honey,” was all Jean could manage between pants, mouth open, jaw jutting forward. His weakness ignited a primal urge in her to pounce on him, and she did. He easily rolled to his back with the press of her hand against his chest, watching her through heavily lidded eyes.

“Aren’t you hot with so much clothing on, baby?” she smirked and teased her forefinger under his waistband. He quickly discarded his boxers over the side of the bed. “That’s better. My turn now.”

She scooped an ice cube from his glass, tilting her head back but maintaining eye contact with him as she dropped the ice into her mouth, allowing the melt to trickle down her parched throat. She leaned over and kissed his neck lightly, then parted her lips just enough to blow chilled air over the sensitive skin behind his ear. Jean closed his eyes and sucked in a sharp, quavering gasp. “God, that feels good.”

She continued her trail of kisses down his throat, pausing to lick at the hollow just above the center of his collarbone and relishing in the salty tang of his skin. She pushed what remained of the ice cube along with her tongue until it had melted into a small pool on his chest. With one finger she pushed the droplets over his burning skin to scrawl in lazy arcs, her art punctuated with a kiss to his nipple. A whispery breeze through the window sighed in tandem with Jean, followed by the low rumble of thunder somewhere in the distance. YN pursed her lips and blew lightly across the pooling liquid, fascinated with the way his skin responded in goosebumps and how he gasped at the temperature change. She continued mapping every inch of him, the ridges and valleys of his abdomen, his sensitive navel, the smooth valley where his hip joined his pelvis so tantalizingly close to his tower of a cock.

“Please,’ he panted, “baby, I can’t take any more teasing, please!”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please, please fuck me,” he tossed his head side to side on the pillow, his soft hair damp with sweat now mussed and sticking up at wild angles.

“You started this game, are you giving in so soon?” she sat back in amusement, enjoying how worked up Jean was for her.

“You’re driving me wild, babe, I need you,” he huffed impatiently.

She grinned and dropped to all fours, straddling his thighs and grazing her nipples up his torso until she was face to face with him. “Then come get me.”

Jean lost no time bucking up into her at a frenzied pace, his hands grasping desperately for her bouncing tits, her waist, her hips rocking in rhythm with his.

“Jean! Jean! Oh fuck baby,” she cried out with each powerful thrust of his hips.

He was too lost in his lust-clouded mind and could only respond with a whine, his long eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks. She was at his mercy now, hanging on helplessly to his shoulders while he fucked her through wave after wave of powerful orgasms until he came deep inside her with a roar. A peal of thunder rattled the pane in the open window, followed by the steady patter of raindrops subsiding into a gentle thunderstorm. A cool breeze, heavy with petrichor, billowed through the curtains, much to the relief of the sweltering lovers.

Jean pulled her to his chest, tenderly rubbing her hips that were bound to be bruised under his desperate grip. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, babe.” She snuggled into his arms with a satisfied sigh.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” she giggled, “more than ok.”

The rain pattered steadily outside, answered occasionally by a soft murmur of thunder. The heat from earlier in the day finally subsided into a cool summer evening, perfect for sleeping through the night in each other’s arms.

[mandoalorian]

sensational

Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Summary: Maxwell is away on a business trip for work, and you’re missing him more than you anticipated.

Word count: 2,2k

Warnings: 18+ smut; guided masturbation, male masturbation, female masturbation, light degradation, edging, orgasm denial, phone sex, long distance after care 🥺

Authors note: I’ve missed writing. So here’s a little something for Maxie cuz I’ve missed him too :( <3

Maxwell had only been gone sixteen hours. He left at 6am, and it was currently: you rolled over to check the time on your bedside alarm clock. 10pm. You frowned, pulling the crushed velveteen blankets up to your chin. He was probably fast asleep now anyway— after the flight and a long day proposing business scheme after business scheme.

You missed him a lot. He promised to call you every morning and every night, so long as he wasn’t swamped at the office. That was his promise and truthfully, you thought you’d be okay. He was only due to be away for a week. You knew a lot of other long-distance couples had it much worse. But being alone in his big suburban house was more isolating than you had ever even considered. It felt empty without him, and it didn’t feel like home anymore.

At least tomorrow you’d get to see Alistair, so that was a plus. You mentally groaned as you remembered how you were going to have to visit Maxwell’s ex-wife in order to pick up his son. She didn’t seem to like you all that too much, and to be honest, you could probably do without the chore of visiting her every Tuesday evening and putting up with her crap. It would be okay though. Alistair was worth it.

Your mind wandered back to your boyfriend. Your smart, handsome and powerful boyfriend with the honey coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was always soft and warm— and a fantastic lover. Not only he was an excellent businessman, but he was also a brilliant father and a wonderful partner. He really was the perfect man for you.

You smiled wickedly to yourself as you remembered last night, and the antics you had both gotten up to before he had to leave in the morning. It was a long, passionate night. Your fingers ghosted over the love bites and bruises that were peppered across your neck and collarbones, and you gasped at the memory, a familiar heat rushing down your body.

If only he was here now… you two could’ve done it all over again.

Your glazed eyes flicked up to the telephone that was on your bedside table. You must’ve been staring at it for a good few minutes, contemplating things. Maxwell had scrawled the number to his hotel room down on a card before he’d left… just in case of an emergency.

You dipped your hand down to your cunt and felt your breathing hitch as you gathered all your slick on your fingers. You hadn’t realised just how wet you’d become.

Just call him. The devil on your shoulder urged. If he was sleeping, you certainly didn’t want to wake him but… surely there was no harm in an innocent goodnight call. At least then, you could hear his warm voice and his articulate words.

Maxwell Lord had you whipped.

Sighing, you took the phone from the hook and dialled his number. He answered on the first two rings.

“Hey honey,” he had a tired lilt to his voice, but just the depth and richness of his tone was enough to set a blaze in your tummy. “I was just about to go to bed,” he continued. “It’s late. Why are you still up?”

Yes, his voice was giving you everything you had desired, and more.

You swallowed thickly, your finger tracing lazy circles over your clit. “Mm couldn’t sleep. Was thinkin’ bout you.” you revealed, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. If you could get off to his voice alone, without having him notice what you were doing, that would be perfect. If he did catch on that you were touching yourself without his permission though… that would be a different story. “Miss you.” you exhaled, your eyes snapping shut.

“I miss you too sweetheart,” Max sighed, and you could faintly hear him shuffle around in his bed, the sheets making a fuzzy noise on the other end of the line. “What— what were you thinking about?”

The question was a trap. You knew Max all too well. He was right to have his suspicions.

You didn’t even bother opening your eyes, and you tried to repress a longing whine as your finger involuntary picked up speed, like some kind of reflex reaction to his question. “S-stuff,” you stammered out when you felt your fingers begin to dampen and slip between your folds. But ‘S-stuff’ was hardly going to be good enough for Maxwell. You dipped two fingers inside you, surprised at how well they were stretching you. “Mm— Max, miss— I miss—“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, already close to pushing your first climax out.

“Princess?” Max asked. “You there?”

Your response was delayed but was followed by a stifled moan that wasn’t lost on Max whatsoever. “Need you.” you gasped out, dropping the phone to your pillow by your head so you could use your other hand to rub yourself.

The friction of your digits rubbing against that sweet spot and the way your index finger and middle finger curled up inside of you was too much. You could feel yourself coming undone.

“Oh,” Max omitted knowingly, unable to contain the small smirk that was crossing his lips. “Oh baby.”

He felt his cock twitch from the faint little whimpers you were making, and he slid his hand under the waistband of his light grey sweats, freeing his already semi-hard erection.

“Tell me princess,” Max hummed. “What ‘stuff’ were you thinking about?”

Fuck. You wanted to curse. He knew. He clearly knew you were touching yourself to the sound of his voice; probably thinking you were needy and desperate. But you were. You really were and you’d give anything just to feel his hands on you right now.

“S-so much,” you answered, trying your hardest to collect your thoughts for him. “Undressing me. Caressing me. Mm, you playing with my tits like you always do. Kissing them— sucking them. Biting…” you reluctantly pulled your finger from your clit and began to palm at your breasts. “Come home.”

The two words were practically begging him. You ached for him. Your entire body was burning with arousal and you needed him more than you’d ever needed anyone before.

You knew it was a stupid request; and that he couldn’t just ‘come home’. But if you could have one wish— it would be for him to be on top of you right now, smothering you with kisses and whispering dirty little words into your ears.

“M-Max?” your voice was broken as you continued curling your fingers inside of you.

His fingers were wrapped around his own length now, pumping it as he imagined you sprawled out, naked on his king-sized bed. The grey sweats and white shirt had been long discarded onto the floor.

“I’m right here baby,” he assured, gathering the beads of milky white precum and rubbing it up and down his cock. “I’m here. Why— why don’t you take my pillow and grind your pretty pussy over it hm? I know you can get off like that, you dirty girl.”

Another uncontrollable whine omitted from your lips at his light degradation. You followed his orders, knowing better than to disobey. Taking his pillow, you got on your knees and positioned it in between your legs, holding the phone to your ear as you began to thrust your hips.

You imagined it be his lap. You’d rubbed yourself over his thighs plenty of times, making a mess of his designer pants and creating stains not even the drycleaner’s could remove. His pillow still vaguely smelt of his apple scented shampoo and it only spurred you on even more.

“I bet you look so pretty right now,” Maxwell grunted. “My pretty girl. What are you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure rifed through your veins. “I’m your pretty girl.” you confirmed, feeling your cheeks heat up when Max chuckled.

It was a sensation overload— and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last. Maxwell knew too, judging by the way your moans picked up and became jagged. “God— Ma-Mmm—Max,” your thoughts were fuzzy and jumbled as you increased your pace. You wanted to feel something inside of you again. Your fingers or a dildo or— something, anything. But you weren’t even sure if you’d get the chance. “I’m so close,” you warned. “Gonna— gonna cum—“

“No,” Max said darkly, his voice having lowered an octave. “Roll on your back princess, and pull the pillow off you.”

You wanted to cry. You knew he always liked to play these games.

“B—but,” you choked out, wanting to finish and reach your orgasm.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

He was using that scary business voice. The one you often overheard when he was on the phone with partners or associates. Reluctantly you pulled the pillow away from your weeping cunt put it back in its place.

“O-okay,” you mused, wiping the tears that had pricked at the corner of your eyes as you changed position and got comfortable on your back, just like he’d instructed.

“I wish I was with you sweetheart, wish I could fuck your little pussy. How wet are you?”

“Very.” you replied exasperated, desperately waiting for him to let you touch yourself again.

“Show me,” Maxwell smiled wickedly. “Move the phone in between your legs and finger yourself. I want to hear you.”

You frantically followed his instruction and inserted your two fingers inside of you, pushing them deep and curling them upwards so they hit that hot, spongey sweet spot. Your legs were shaking and your back was arched over top of the satin sheets as you panted your boyfriend’s name.

Max was more than thrilled to hear the squelching wet noise that echoed throughout the comfort of yours and his shared bedroom, with every thrust and curl of your fingers. It felt good but… it just wasn’t him.

Now his own broken gasps were audible. You loved to hear him. He always got loud when he was close. That’s how you knew he was about to finish. “So— so good. Sweetest cunt in the whole fuck—fucking world. When I come home I— gonna fuck you so hard.” he promised in between shaky breaths.

Your lips curled into a grin and you arched your back as your slick dipped down the softness of your inner thighs. After all the edging and over stimulation, there was no way you were going to last. This was exactly what you wanted; Max may not have been physically there but his voice alone had always worked wonders.

“Can we— can we cum togeth—“ your request was fuzzled by the way you buried your head into your pillow, feeling a warm flush of heat race to your core.

“Yes,” Max cut you off impatiently. “Are you close?”

“Y-yeah, I don’t think I can hold it—“

“You can baby, you can. I’m going to count down from three and we’ll cum together. Okay?”

You were a screaming sweating mess at this point, and his countdown couldn’t have felt any slower. Three seconds felt like three years as you mustered all your will to obey him.

“Three, two, one—“

He didn’t even say zero. The countdown was followed by a long groan falling from his lips as his milky white seed spilt all over his fist and his tummy. His cry pushed you over the edge and you released your own climax, spasming and shaking on his side of the bed.

You curled up under his sheets, still shaky, and pulled the phone back to your ear. “Hi,” you whispered sheepishly. “That was good.” you bit down on your lip, smiling to yourself. Your own voice was a little hoarse from all the moaning and whimpering.

“Yeah,” Max agreed, smiling himself. “Are you okay?”

“I’m tired,” you admitted with a huff, relishing in his cologne scented blankets.

“Wish I was there to clean you up,” Max sighed, and for a split second, he pondered the consequences of catching the next flight home.

He always took care of you after sex, paying a meticulous amount of detail to how you acted after your moments of shared intimacy. He’d fetch you water and wipe away any mess with a warm wash cloth. Sometimes he’d even help you into some cozy pyjamas or one of his shirts.

“I can go clean myself up, don’t worry about me,” you hummed in contentment. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect baby,” he grinned “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“I can let you go—“

“No,” you cut him off, clutching onto the phone not wanting him to leave. Yeah you’d missed the amazing sex but truthfully, you’d missed him the most. “Can we uhm, can we just stay here on the phone together? Fall asleep together? I— I want you to be there when you wake up.”

Max hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t see a problem with your request. In fact, he thought it was a wonderful idea.

“Yeah, of course honey,” he replied softly. “I’m gonna go wipe myself down. You should do the same.”

“O-okay,” you sniffed. “I love you. I won’t be long.”

When you returned, Max was already waiting for you. “Princess?” he called, when he heard you shuffle back into bed.

“Hiya,” you giggled, rubbing your eyes. “I’m sleepy.” you admitted, your statement followed by a yawn.

Max chuckled. “Has my girl worn herself out?”

You laughed and nodded your head. “Yeah.”

“Okay sweetheart, let’s go sleep.” Max hummed, resting the phone by his pillow and closing his eyes.

“Okay, good night Maxie.” you mused softly.

“Good night honey.” He returned, before you both fell asleep.

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[potheadkiki]

Alpha Kiri x Omega reader (plus size)

Warnings:18 plus, Omega in heat, somnophilia, dacryphilia, daddy/sub dynamics, soft Dom kirishima, insecure

Kirishima woke up to his mate withering in pain next to him, beads of sweat pricking her forhead as she pushes her ass against him as she let's out an audible whine in pain. What kind of alpha would he be if he didn't help his little omega in heat? With a slight "huff" and a small smile he slides his little sleeping omega onto her back kissing her neck gently as one hand slides up her (his) shirt that falls to just past her thick thighs. As the other supports himself next to her head.

His large hand groping and massaging the soft flesh of her breasts as his thumb gently slides across her already hardened nipple. He hears a cute little gasp come from past her lips but she's still not waking up. His soft lips slide down her neck gently using his teeth to leave red marks and bites as he makes his way to her colour bone. He sucks leaving a red mark as a slight sigh leaves her lips.

"Oh princess you're asleep but you can still feel your daddies touch. My sweet little omega." He says as his lips slide down farther now wrapped around her pebbled nipple as his hand slithers down her plush stomach and dips into her lacy black underwear. A slight groan slips past his lips as he realizes just how wet she really is. Leaving kisses and hickeys as he moves to her neglected breast.

His thick fingers rubbing tight circles on her slightly swollen clit. He feels as she stirs her back arching as she moans out. His lips and teeth trailing down her stomach kissing her stretch marks before reaching his final destination, between her thighs, he can feel the heat radiating off of her as he pulls her underwear down and letting them hang off her left ankle as he lifts her leg and placing it on his shoulder.

"Ki-Kiri?" He looks up making eye contact with his omega as lust, desperation, and slight confusion cloud her eyes. He looks up from between her thighs a devilish smirk on his face as he says

"Oh good baby your finally awake." Her breath getting caught in her throat as her blushed face grows brighter as she slightly nods. God she hurts so bad. She's so hot it feels like her skin is on fire. Soon realizing just how much she's exposed all of her insecurities come rising up as she tries to cover herself up only to be slapped roughly on the inside of her thigh. A surprised yelp leaving her lips as he says

"Nu-uh you only get one more warning from me. Don't hide yourself from me, you understand?" Your vision getting blurry with tears as you let out like hiccups responding

"Y-yes daddy, I-'m sorry *hic* I w-wo-wont do it again. Just please, please daddy touch me. It's hurts so bad." You say lips trembling and tears fall. He gently shushes you wiping away your tears. The next thing is the feeling of his hot tongue pushing up against your clit as he spreads your folds. A slight gasp leaving your lips as Kirishima groans mouthing a 'you taste so good'.

"Oh god. Please more" You say a hiccup slipping through. As your thighs tremble and your back arches. The feeling of his lips wrapping around your swollen clit and sucking as his tongue runs up and down the exposed clit under your sensitive hood. Pulling away he hears you whine as he says

"Please what princess? Use your words for daddy"

"Please daddy. Your fingers. Pl-please I wanna feel them inside." He chuckles whispering 'since you asked so nicely'. Just like that he goes back down between your thighs his hot tongue running up and down using his left hand to spread her folds and lifting her hood so her clit was in full view.

"So pretty" He says his hot breath hitting your clit causing a slight gasp to slip out. Using his right hand he slides his thick middle finger inside groaning at how you instantly start to pulse around him and a slight sigh leaving your mouth. He continues this for a little until sliding his ring finger too.

"Please! Oh please daddy I'm so close don't stop! Please Alpha don't stop" You cry the knot feeling in your stomach so close to snapping. Eyes rolling back at the feeling of your Alpha sucking at your clit and his thick fingers pushing against that spongy spot inside that has the wind being knocked out of your lungs. You can feel him smirking against you as that coil inside finally snaps. Thighs shaking, back arching, and eyes rolling to the back of your head as you squirt all over his face and tongue for the first time. Fear in your eyes at what he might say but the heat coming back as you cry in embarrassment and neediness.

Pulling away he says "What a good Omega. You taste so good. I didn't know you could do that" As he says that he's using his fingers to swish side to side against your clit causing more clear liquid to squirt out of your already sensitive pussy.

"Pl-please daddy fuck me. Please daddy I need it so bad. I-I want your knot" You say whining and begging shamelessly for your alpha's thick cock to spread you open.

"Oh my little Omega of course daddy will fuck you. You've been so good for me. Taking what I give you and asking so nicely. Daddy will give you his knot princess" He says cooing at her moving some hair that stuck to your face from the tears and sweat, tucking it behind your ear he gently kisses you on the for head. You whispering a slight 'thank you my Alpha's

The next thing you know it feels like you're being split open in all the right ways. Your nails digging into his back as he pushes the tip of his cock into you. You whining as your legs wrap around his waist and you raise your hips a little. Only to have one of his hands pulling you back down saying

"Nu-uh princess daddy hasn't fucked you in a while and you're in heat. If you want me to continue you gotta calm down little Omega. I don't want to hurt you. Be a good girl so I gave you my knot" He says. He's trying so hard to not just thrust all of himself into you but he can't to that to his little one. The smell of your pheromones are really getting to him but he can't risk it.

"You-you're right daddy. I'm so-sorry it just feels so so good to have you fill me up" You whisper as you feel him sink deeper into you. Eyes shutting as he bottoms out inside of you. 'Oh god' you say as the tip of his cock pushes against the spongy spot inside of you.

" It's ok princess. Your alpha has you. I'll take care of you." As he says that he pulls out just a little and thrust back inside to see how you react. He smiles as you moan and cry for more. So that what he does. Pulling out a little bit more each time until he's pulling out almost all the way only the tip left as he thrusts back in all the way his balls slapping against you.

"Oh yes alpha please fuck me just like that. I've been a good omega give me your knot" Eyes rolling back hips bucking up against him as he fuck's you so good.

Kirishima raising himself up putting both hands on your thick and plush waist as he thrusts in and each time he does he pulls you against him feeling him deep inside you. Legs on both sides of his waist extended and arching as your toes dig into the sheets.

"Mhm daddy hurts" You say referring to that fact you're starting to cramp in this position. Seeming to understand he flips you over on your hands and knees whispering

"Is this better" not trusting your voice you nod. He pulls out thrusts back in. The feeling of his thick knot beginning to form. Fucking you until the strength in your arms give out and you grab a pillow to hold onto to rubbing your cheek against it, it smells just like him, you think. Moans loudly spilling from both of you.

"Oh my little Omega you feel so good. You like how your alpha fucks your pretty little pussy. Yeah you do princess. Daddies gonna give you his knot." One hand wrapping around your throat pulling you up flush against his chest. The words not being able to leave your tongue, you just nod. Mouth hanging open as sparks of electricity shoot through your body.

"Yeah you like that baby. How I make you dumb on my cock. How my forming knot spreads you open" He whispers nibbling against your ear.

"Daddy- wanna see you" You cry out tears spilling from your eyes.

"Of course princess" He whispers flipping you over onto your back. One of your hands slides down between your body rubbing your clit. Only for him to grab your hand and you let a cry out.

"Nooo! Why daddy? Why?" You say crying. He whispers against your ear saying

"You tell me to do it or not at all. I'm the only one who touches you. You understand" He says dominance in his voice, slightly growling. You simply Nodding you say

"Yes daddy. I do. Please touch me. Touch my pretty little clit. Please" He chuckles nodding one hand wrapped around your throat and the other rubbing tight circles against your clit. Eyes clenching shut. Mouth falling open in a silent scream and he continues to fuck you. You wrapping one hand around the wrist that's restricting blood flow to your brain.

Crying "A-alpha it feels funny"

"Cmon princess squirt all over my cock again. Do it for me. Do it. Be a good girl. Squirt so your alpha can give you this thick knot like you want. " Eyes going slightly crossed as you arch your back nails digging into him, heels of your feet digging into the bed, and toes curling as you squirt all over his cock in a silent scream as a shiver runs through your body. He continues to fuck you through your own high now reaching his own high. The knot forming making it hard to move but still thrusts in. You crying

"Y-yes daddy give me your knot! Please!" You say gasping between each other word. Completely lost in the pleasure. He paints your insides white with his delicious cum as he finally knots you. Crying out and between sobs you say

"Yes Daddy! Thank you so much for daddies knot"

Kissing you gently "of course princess"

Sighing, realizing it's going to be a long night but he'll do anything to see his little Omega squirt on his cock again.

[daydreaming-in-letters]

Three Nights (Unconditional sequel)

Night Two

05/25/2021

Pairing: August Walker x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 1,807

Warnings: hormones, sex during pregnancy, fingering, vaginal sex, slight dom!August, dirty talk, language

Summary: In the middle of her second trimester, Mrs Walker is a hormonal mess. One night, she finds herself in dire need of release, but August just won't wake.

A/N: Next part of the sequel coming right up and things are getting a little steamy...

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“August?”

Expectantly she listened into the silence. Nothing. Well, at least if one didn’t count his steady breathing and the rolling of the waves in the distance.

“August,” she tried again, a little louder this time. But still he didn’t move. Measuring her options, she watched his face in the pale moonlight that fell through the open windows. He looked so peaceful, and she envied him his deep slumber. How was he not even sweating in this clammy heat?

Finally, the curtains swayed in a breeze of night air, making her hope for a little refreshment, but it only brought more of the sweltering humidity. With a thud, her head fell back into the pillows, underlined by a frustrated sigh. Slowly her hands drifted over the already rather prominent bump that had once been a delightfully squishy part of her body.

“You know this is really only your fault, right? As if the bloody nausea hadn’t been enough in the first place, now you decide to torture me with everlasting horniness instead. Is it too early to say that you’re taking after your father completely?”

But instead of an answer, another gush of wind rolled over her sensitive skin, the sensation alone enough to make her moan as it coaxed another wave of desire to roll through her. This was insufferable, she thought, as she propped herself up on one elbow again. Why wouldn’t he just wake up? At every other time, he picked up on her horny state with the precision of a bloodhound. Damned be his stupid sound sleep.

She bit her lip as a thought crossed her mind. She would most likely regret this and in the end it would probably hurt her more than him. But desperate times demanded desperate measures, and by now she was willing to do almost anything if he only tended to her need and got his dick inside of her promptly.

“August!” she almost yelled and with a swish, her hand cut through the thick air until it came down on his cheek with a harsh slap.

Roaring at the top of his lungs he was wide awake in an instant. And before she could fathom what was happening, she found herself on her back, wrists pressed into the pillow next to her head by his strong hands, furious eyes glaring down at her wildly.

“You’re lucky you’re carrying my child, woman, or you might have found yourself bend over my knees by now to receive your adequate punishment.”

She could feel her walls clench violently around nothing by the mere thought of him having his way with her like that. And before she even had the chance to hold it back, a needy whimper escaped her lips.

“Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, very much.” She bit her lip again and it didn’t escape her notice how his grip on her loosened a bit, his eyes softening equally upon her eagerness.

“Is this why you woke me up?”

She nodded, shooting him a perfect pair of doe eyes. “Bloody hormones won’t let me sleep, Augie.”

With a huff, more of the tension left his body. “At least that would explain why you thought it wise to slap me awake.”

“What else was I supposed to do? I did try the nice way, but you just wouldn’t wake up and my panties are literally soaked.”

He growled lowly in the back of his throat, making her clench even harder.

“Are they now?”

Careful not to put his weight onto her body, he clutched both of her wrists in just one hand. He grinned smugly and she knew immediately that she was in trouble. The best kind of trouble. And while she still couldn’t believe that her ludicrous plan had actually worked, his free hand dipped down between her legs without a warning, forcing them apart to grant him better access. Lazily, he dragged his fingers through her folds, stirring the fire inside of her with minimal effort.

“Now that’s disappointing.” What? Having expected his praise, those words of displeasure made her heart fall instantly. But he wasn’t done scolding her, yet. “First you hit me like a bloody lunatic and now you have the audacity to lie to my face so shamelessly, princess?”

“I’m not lying,” she croaked, feeling utterly sorry for herself as she saw her chances for satisfaction dwindle, “My juices are practically flowing over.”

But August’s face stayed unreadable, giving her no hint at all where this was going.

“Oh, no doubt about that,” he finally stated after a long minute of silence.

Wrinkling her forehead in confusion, she was forced to watch helplessly as his face came closer. She could already feel his searing breath on her lips, closing her eyes in anticipation of a redeeming kiss, when he turned his head only the fraction of an inch before contact and dove down into the crook of her neck.

“But your panties aren’t soaked at all, princess, because actually, you’re not wearing any.”

The hunger in his impossibly low voice would have been enough to make her dizzy, but when he bit down on her neck with purpose her body reacted of its own accord. Her back arched violently, pressing herself into him while a deep moan told of her want for more. And when she suddenly felt his fingertips press into her entrance, she knew that his whole act of disappointment had simply been for show. A distraction, so that he -

Oh God, his fingers were filling her so perfectly. Deeper and deeper he sank into her until he was buried three knuckles deep. With a gasp her eyes flew open again and she almost missed his next sentence above the white noise that rushed in her ears.

“You know, you’re really lucky, my painfully aroused angel. Because your sweet little pussy is far too wet to worry about such minor details now.”

His fingers had picked up a steady pace, sliding in and out of her sensitive womanhood pointedly. It was a good start, she thought, but by far not enough to sate her craving. As always, he enjoyed teasing her more than anything. But unlike every other time, tonight she wasn’t in the mood for his teasing, not in the agonising state she was in.

“August, please,” she whimpered. “You promised to make it better, not worse.”

Unimpressed by her words, he continued his slow ministrations, his mouth nipping and sucking its way from her shoulder to her ear.

“You must be mistaken,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the soft spot right underneath her ear that made her shiver. “I can’t remember making a promise like that at any point.”

Another wave of frustration took hold of her as her brain registered his repeated rejection. Straining against his tight grip, she was practically begging by now.

“Please, I…”

“Say it!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

No, she wouldn’t let him have this triumph, even if he chose to deny her the satisfaction she longed for because of her disobedience. In that case she would have to tend to herself, but under no circumstance would she let him tease her anymo - oh.

Holy shit. She didn’t know how this was possible, but it somehow had escaped her notice altogether that his head had abandoned its spot next to hers and had dipped down to pay his attention to one of her oversensitive breasts. And before she would lose her mind completely, she cried out in a state of utter desperation.

“I need you to fuck me, August. Please. Let me feel your hard cock deep inside of me or I’ll go insane.”

In the blink of an eye he stopped, his hands and mouth retreating as soon as she had finally said the words, giving her some time to calm down a little.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, princess, was it?” he whispered smugly. “Now let me deliver you from your agony.”

Her senses still in overdrive, she felt too weak to even move, but that didn’t matter anyway because, as always, August took care of her. Gently he moved her around until her body moulded into his perfectly. His warm chest lay against her back, his arm offering her a comfortable place to rest her head, and soon she could feel the claiming press of his promisingly hard length. With no effort at all, he sank into her, and finally, finally the excruciating unease inside of her ebbed away.

“Shit, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet, darling.” His hot breath fanned across her neck, setting her on fire.

“I’ve also never been this pregnant and this horny before,” she moaned, her hand finding his on the cool sheets, entwining her fingers with his as he slowly started to move.

“Don’t worry. I promise we’re going to change one of these two in no time.”

And eager to keep his promise, his free hand dove down to the junction of her thighs, granting himself access to her bud. Carefully he pressed down, opting for drawing slow, deliberate circles. She was so hypersensitive as of lately and he was determined not to overdo it like last time. But judging from her elaborated breaths and the tell-tale sounds that fell from her sweet mouth, she was enjoying herself genuinely.

“August.” His name rolled over her lips with a shiver while his mouth tended to the sweet spot on her neck. Argus-eyed, he monitored every movement, every noise she made. Her relief was all that mattered to him now. But the first beads of sweat were already beginning to form on her forehead, triggering his worry in mere seconds.

“Should we stop?”

“No!” she almost cried out as if she was in pain. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

And as soon as she had uttered the words, she could feel the eagerly-awaited tension inside of her build. Every thrust, every kiss he left on her overheated skin, every groan that rolled through his chest brought her closer, pushing her closer towards deliverance. And when she finally passed the point of no return, she turned her head to find his lips while the redeeming pleasure rolled over her enraptured body. And just when she thought she would pass out from all the bliss, she could feel his response.

He was sure that she had never climaxed this hard, her walls gripping him so tightly that the sensation caught him completely off guard. Speeding up his hips, he allowed himself to give in as well. And while his mind gradually clouded over, he grabbed her belly possessively in his last moment of clarity and for the first time, he could feel a sign of the life that was growing inside of her.

Part 3

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[laurfilijames]

Not That Exhausted- a continuation

18+, rated E.

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Summary: I have nothing to say other than this is pure adulterous filth. This was very self-indulgent and is just straight up p*rn without plot, okay?

This is a continuation of Not That Exhausted, where you were helping Fili relax after a long day but things quickly change.

Warnings: Smut. NSFW. Oral sex (male and female receiving), male masturbation, M/F intercourse. The reader and Fili are in love so fluff right?

Words: 2840

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Just like that, Fili had renewed energy that made his earlier fatigue seem like a farce.

Perhaps he had been exaggerating his exhaustion as a way to get you to this moment. The moment in which his lips were attacking your neck and jawline and making you squirm beneath his body, his hands slowly trailing up your bare thighs, your hips, your waist...

Your eyes flashed open when you felt him cease his exploration, seeing his blue orbs burn into you and a grin that pulled out his dimples on both sides of his gorgeous face.

Mahal, how did you ever get so lucky?

“Why did you stop, Fili? Are you tired again?” you asked teasingly.

“Oh no, my love. I’m definitely not tired.” His eyes flickered over your naked body, and his voice was huskier when he next spoke. “I’m just admiring the view.”

You bit your lip, basking in the joy of knowing how much your husband worshiped you.

“Roll over,” he demanded in a low voice that made you shiver with anticipation.

You easily complied, rolling onto your stomach and grinning into the pillow, excitement taking over as you imagined all the possibilities of what Fili could do to you.

“I was meant to be pleasing you, Fili,” you reminded him, feeling slightly guilty that you were now the one being tended to.

“This is pleasing me, Amrâlimê,” he hummed from behind you, rubbing his hard cock against the curve of your bottom to let you know that it was indeed pleasing him.

You could feel his throbbing appendage bounce against your flesh as he shifted around, reaching for something on the bedside table from what you could tell.

Visualizing the swollen tip already oozing, bobbing up and down as he moved stirred up an animalistic and desperate feeling in you, adding to the pulsing arousal between your thighs.

Then you felt his large hands sprawl out over your back and an appreciative moan escaped your lips.

Fili worked the oil you had used earlier on him into your skin, softening the feel of the rough calluses on his palms. He knew exactly where to rub you and just how much pressure to apply to have whimpers and moans spilling from you freely.

Then he got distracted.

His hands strayed from your back and shoulders, roaming everywhere on your body from your bum to your inner thighs, his lips joining in on his ministrations.

“Fili…” you called out, completely lost in the haze of his selfless pursuit to drown you in ecstasy.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked softly beside your ear, his breath sending goosebumps over your flushed skin.

You made an attempt to roll over so you could see him, touch him, return every ounce of pleasure he was providing you, but he stopped you, grasping both your wrists and planting them up over your head.

“Don’t move, I’m not done with you yet,” he tutted, trailing the backs of his fingers down your arm and side, making you shiver.

He removed his body from yours completely and you instantly felt devoid, the loss tempting you to beg for him to touch you again. Just as you were about to complain, your wishes were granted, feeling his hot lips press against your calf, starting a slow trail of wet kisses all the way up the back of your legs, alternating from one to the other.

Your body inadvertently shuddered, an automatic response to his attention.

Fili continued his path, the sensation of his wet lips followed by the cold of his moustache beads sending you into a frenzy, but you kept your earlier promise and remained still, eager to see where he would go next. His weight shifted the mattress around you as he crawled up your figure, one hand on either side of you, his mouth never once leaving your skin.

You felt his tongue make an appearance every so often, licking and tasting you between slow kisses and stoking the fire that burned within you.

This was torture. But a torture you would repeatedly allow yourself to endure if presented the opportunity.

As Fili’s route progressed north, you could feel his cock nudging against your cheeks, eager to separate you at your core. His lips were still pressed into you, now traveling over the peaks and valleys of your back and shoulders.

Fili pushed his hips against you firmly, requesting access to your aching heat and you obeyed, shifting your legs apart without hesitation.

He thrusted against you a few times, but never broke through your entrance, making you all the more desperate for him to do so.

You could tell Fili was undecided with what he wanted to do next, sensing his impatience in wanting to indulge in all of you at once. Loud and heaving breaths left his body, a tell to just how hungry he was for you.

“Turn around, Y/N,” he requested in almost a growl, his voice sending another wave of arousal through you.

He wasted no time in consuming your mouth once you flipped over onto your back, swallowing your noises of surprise at how hurriedly he attached himself to you.

Your body reacted to his cock pressing against your swollen bud, your back arching to try and create more contact, needing to be as close to his chiseled form as possible. His beard scratched against your chin and cheeks as you lost yourselves in each other, your tongues colliding fervently.

And then his hands. Oh his hands.

Moving desperately over you, they kneaded the flesh on your hips and breasts, squeezing and perfectly rough, possibly leaving marks on you. Another way to claim you as his One in addition to the braids in your hair and love in his heart.

His mouth moved down along the column of your neck, fully aware that it would help send you to the edge. He sucked and licked your ticklish skin, causing you to grasp and claw at his back, staking your own claim on his flesh.

A swirl against your nipple with his tongue made you tremble and cry out. Your eyes closed and you allowed your other senses to bask in this glory, this unrelenting passion that was his and yours and no one else’s.

You wanted him to plunge inside you more than anything, ready for him to fill you with himself and chase your highs together, but Fili had other plans.

His lips ventured south, exploring what seemed to be every inch of your skin with his mouth. Wet spots were left in his wake as his mouth watered, bringing himself closer to your soaking core and the place he longed to taste the most.

Your moans filled the air of your quiet chambers as he made contact with your folds, spreading you apart with his tongue and lapping at the arousal he had caused. He hummed in satisfaction, savouring your taste. You opened your eyes, needing to see how glorious he looked while indulging on you, your desire spiking as you watched him take his length in his hand and began pumping it.

It didn’t take long for both of you to reach the edge. Fili had you writhing around his mouth, ready to tip over at any moment, and the way he was moving against you along with the erratic strokes he was giving himself was enough to prove that he was ready to fall too.

But Fili didn’t want to yet.

You watched him release himself from his tight grip, his member now looking even more engorged than before, making you desperate to touch him.

You tugged on the marital braid you had placed in his hair that morning, perhaps a little rougher than you meant to, cuing your husband to come closer to you.

The smile he flashed you showed he didn’t necessarily mind his hair being pulled, which only increased your lust for him.

His eyes were dark and stormy as he crawled his way back to you, wiping the remnants of you from his beard with his hand.

As soon as he was close enough, you reached for his cock, smearing more of the precum that had appeared over the head and eliciting a hiss from him.

Fili looked at you like he was about to devour you, like he was about to unleash a level of pleasure you didn’t yet know existed, even though it was like this every time he made love to you.

Being with Fili, loving him, being his One, were all things you could never tire of. Each moment you were blessed to share with him was more exquisite than the last, and this was no exception.

You sat up to meet his face, carding your hands through his hair and tasting yourself on his lips, the feel of your fingers against his scalp making Fili purr.

“Lay down, Fili,” you requested, desperate to return the favour and take him in your mouth.

He didn’t say anything as he lay himself into the plushy furs scattered across your bed, choosing to communicate his eagerness with a searing stare, his eyes never leaving yours once. Gods, how you loved when he looked at you that way.

Positioning yourself over his legs, you brought your head down to press your lips on his slick skin, starting at his abdomen and kissing your way through his downy, blond hair. When you reached the area below his belly button, you couldn’t help but smile having made Fili chuckle, lingering at his most ticklish spot.

“Mmm, Y/N!” his laughter continued, quickly changing to a groan as your hands splayed out over his vast thighs, your mouth dangerously close to his throbbing shaft. It twitched from the proximity of your lips, tapping your cheek gently while you continued planting your lips everywhere else other than there.

Fili’s hands clawed at the furs beside him, a way to cope with your endless teasing.

Finally your lips rested against his velvety crown before very slowly lowering your head, encasing him completely in your hot mouth. The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you listened to him curse and grunt, his belly rising and falling with quick breaths.

Time ceased to exist as you worked your mouth tirelessly on your husband, your tongue swirling and sucking, pushing him even deeper into your throat. There were few things you enjoyed more than this, tasting the saltiness of him as you bobbed up and down on his impressive size, hearing him praise you from where he comfortably lay.

You released him with a pop, lowering yourself more in order to gain access to his taught sack. You pulled one of his balls into your mouth as your hand gripped his cock, pumping him rhythmically as you rolled your tongue around his flesh.

Fili couldn’t take much more. His breathing was ragged and his body involuntarily twitching, signalling how close he was to coming undone.

You didn’t care how he came, or even if you did for that matter, you just wanted him to feel as good as possible, however that was. You were always willing to do whatever he wanted.

And what he wanted now was to be inside you.

“Y/N,” he called with a growl. You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him through your eyelashes, the sight obviously working him up even more because he clenched his teeth hard, causing his dimples to flinch in his cheeks.

“Yes, Fili?” you asked in a sultry voice.

He couldn’t even speak, he just nodded his head to the side, beckoning for you to come up to him. You smiled as you crawled up his form, stopping to hover your fluttering core over his pulsing cock.

That was when the wild ferocity of the lion made its appearance.

Fili adjusted his hips ever so slightly and impaled you, pushing into you to your deepest part, not bothering to let you get used to his size. He knew you were more than ready to take him to the hilt, your body having prepared itself almost too well, your arousal dripping onto him just moments before.

A guttural cry left you as your body finally relaxed around him, relishing in the intense sensation of him stretching you. Fili remained still until you opened your eyes, giving you one last moment of reprieve before his ruthless efforts began.

The pace he set was unwavering, bringing you to your peak so quickly you felt dizzy. The strength he possessed always amazed you. Even from under you he managed to pound into you with such force, the crown of his cock assaulting your deepest spot in the most perfect way. Everything felt blurry yet awakened, and both of you could sense that you were about to come apart. Fili knew your body so well, knew every movement and sign that gave away you were near your climax and it spurred him on even more to help you reach your peak.

It was difficult to tell where his hands were on you, your bodies were a mess of tangled limbs and every bit of contact from him was charged and all consuming.

That familiar tingling sensation came flooding in as your orgasm ripped through you, heat crawling up from low in your core, Fili still tenaciously thrusting inside you while your walls strangled him furiously. Screams of unbounded ecstasy added to the sounds of your combined panting as your climax took control over your body, causing you to shudder and quake around him.

Managing to somehow open your eyes as you rode out your high, you looked upon the magnificent sight that was your husband beneath you. His hair was a mess of blond waves spilled over the pillows and beads of sweat decorated his face that was scrunched up in the effort of providing you with the utmost pleasure.

You smiled at Fili, knowing his only intention was to always selflessly fulfill your greatest desires. Now it was time to return the favour.

You took control of the tempo by rolling your hips slowly against him, basking in the shockwaves that were still rippling through you and how sensitive you now were.

You didn’t think it could be possible, but somehow everything felt even better. You could feel every detail of Fili inside you, every pulsing vein on his thick girth rubbing exquisitely against your walls. The more you moved with him, the more you were being brought to the edge again, but you were determined to ignore it and instead bring Fili to his own release.

It was easy to tell he was close with the way he was looking at you and his desperation to try to touch all of you at once, all decorated by feral grunts passing through his parted lips.

Excitement fluttered through you and you increased your speed as you imagined the sensation of him spilling inside you, making you all the more eager to get him there.

Fili’s ferocity unleashed itself with such vigor as he worked to match your motions, the wooden headboard attached to your bed banging crudely against the stone wall, threatening to break.

You willed yourself not to falter so your One could reach his high, but it was no use. You detonated around him for a second time, singing his name repeatedly in worship for making you come so intensely.

Still, you somehow continued your pursuit, your body now acting on its own accord and pushing Fili over the edge with you. He pumped against you wildly, managing to proceed thrusting up into you despite how tightly you were clamped around him.

Fili came with a rough twitch, your name escaping his lips in a strangled growl as he filled you with his thick seed, his spendings coating your tingling walls.

Folding over his torso, you placed unhurried kisses over Fili’s neck and face, his skin searing against your lips. His belly rose and fell heavily beneath you as he chased his breath through panting inhales, the sated look on his face revealing his indulgence in the intense pleasure that only you could provide.

He collected you in his arms and you tucked yourself comfortably at his side, resting your head against his heaving chest. His contented breathing along with the designs he was drawing on your shoulder with his fingers started to lull you to sleep, but your eyes opened when you heard him speak softly.

“I love you, Y/N,”

Fili placed a kiss on the top of your head and you smiled against the curls on his broad chest, thinking how he deserved to revel in this comfortable feeling forever.

“I love you too, Fili,” you replied, closing your eyes again and pressing yourself even closer to his body, if that was possible.

“I am exhausted now, though,” Fili admitted and you both couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sleep, Fili,” you gently ordered, feeling his hum of agreement rumble through him.

[beneathstarryskies]

Don't Go Away Mad (Yamato x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2,307

Summary: Things between Yamato and y/n have been tense for a while. Yamato comes up with a rather unconventional way of handling it.

Warnings: brat taming, spanking, orgasm denial, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N: I hope you all like it! Requests are open!

Yamato prides himself on being able to keep his cool even in the most complicated circumstances. Very few things manage to get under his skin, and he meticulously plans every detail of his missions. It is certainly one of his biggest strengths as an Anbu captain. Yamato is dependable.

However, he never planned on you and your uncanny ability to get under his skin. You are smart-mouthed and reckless. Every time he reprimands you for it, you pout. Walking behind him with your arms crossed, barely answering when he says something. Worst of all was the day he realized he finds this all utterly charming.

He finds himself wanting to cup your face and press a passionate kiss to your lips every time he sees you making that pouty face. When you’re not looking, he smirks at the sarcastic comments you make. Long after missions have ended and you’ve both returned to the village, he’ll think about the cute things you do.

One day, after a long mission that ended with you guys arguing all the way back to Konoha over you jumping the gun while trying to capture a rogue ninja, Yamato decides that enough is enough.

He goes to your apartment, intent on finally settling things between you. Whatever he has to do to understand why you’re so intent on getting under his skin, he’s willing to do. He just wants to figure out what it’s gonna take to make things work.

When you open the door to let him in, he can already see the look of defiance in your eyes. Something inside him snaps.

Yamato walks forward, kicking the door closed as he makes his way inside. He keeps walking until your back hits the wall. Yamato is looking down at you with his eyes narrowed, he’s almost pressing against you. His arm rests against the wall, and his knee is aligned between your legs. He’s pinning you against the wall.

“Why do you insist on acting like such a brat?” he growls.

You open your mouth, prepared to let out a retort. Yamato catches your words before they leave your mouth. His lips press against yours roughly. For a moment you’re so surprised you don’t kiss back, but then you sink into him. One of your hands clings onto his shirt while the other is spread against his muscular abdomen.

His teeth scrape against your bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from you. His free hand cups your face, gently bringing your face even closer. His tongue slides along your lips until you part them, then he presses his tongue against yours. His hand trails along your face, coming to rest on your neck for a moment before reaching down to tug at your shirt. His hand slides under your shirt to feel your warm skin under his hands. Yamato pulls out of the kiss with a smirk on his reddened lips before he leans down to begin kissing your neck. You inhale deeply to try to catch your breath.

“Senpai,” you let out in a sigh. “I had no idea you felt this way.”

Your hips move forward, pressing as close to him as possible. The results weren’t intended, but they were wonderful. Your core drags along his thigh in your attempt to get closer, the friction sending sparks through you. His hands move up your shirt, cupping your breasts in his large warm hands. He massages them softly, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. Your hips continue rutting against him until he pulls away to take your shirt off.

“You need to learn to behave,” he says before lowering his mouth to your breasts. He places soft kisses between them before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue circles and flicks against the bud until it’s hard in his mouth. Then he switches to the other one. You rut your hips against his thigh again. Yamato’s hands grip your hips to stop you.

It’s a blur when he picks you up, your legs automatically going around his waist. You hold onto his shoulders as he carries you towards the bedroom. He drops you onto the bed unceremoniously. He watches your tits jiggle as you bounce on the bed.

“I’m going to have you begging,” Yamato whispers as he crawls on top of you.

“That I’d like to see,” you retort.

He sits up between your knees, a determined look in his eyes you’ve only ever seen on missions. Quickly he does a wood-style jutsu that restrains your arms over your head. You can’t help but pout.

“How am I supposed to touch you?”

He smirks, “You’re not. Not until I decide you can.”

You watch with widened eyes as he pulls his shirt off, revealing to you a strong physique. Every inch of skin is taken in by your greedy eyes. There’s a sprinkling of light brown hair across his chest, then leading down his abdomen. A trail of hair leads into his pants. Your mouth waters, wanting more than anything to follow the trail underneath his clothes. He leans down to kiss you again before leaning back up. Your hands automatically strain forward, wanting to pull him back to you.

He quickly removes your pants, leaving you in just your panties. You’re stretched out before him, all bare and vulnerable. As he looks you over, he can’t decide where he wants to start. His hands soothe along your thighs before two fingers hook in the waistband of your panties, making quick work of yanking them off and tossing them aside.

His fingers slip between your wet labia, a satisfied smile replacing the smirk he’d previously worn.

“You’re so wet already,” he teases as his fingers dip into your entrance.

You bite your lip, hoping if you keep your smart comments to yourself he’d take mercy on you.

“You should respond when spoken to,” he scolds softly.

Two fingers sink into you, curving to hit just the right spot inside you. You moan, raising your hips against his hand.

“I’m sorry,” you whine.

“You better be,” he presses a soft kiss to your knee.

As two fingers pump in and out of you, he begins circling your clit with his thumb. Your hands strain against the wooden restraints as the heat begins pooling in your core. The muscles of your thighs tighten. Your head falls back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut and your back arching as you inch closer to release. The walls of your pussy begin pulsing around Yamato’s fingers. Just as you’re tinkering on the edge of release, his fingers withdraw.

A whine falls from you. You raise your head to look at him, wondering if something was wrong. He palms himself through his pants as he looks you over, your body now flushed from being so close to the edge. Your eyes are filled with wanting.

“Yamato-”

“I told you, baby girl. I expect you to beg.”

You’re not desperate enough to stoop so low yet, so with a sigh, you lay your head back down on the pillow. He lowers himself between your legs, places soft kisses along your thighs as he inches towards your dripping pussy. His warm breath on your pussy draws your attention to him again. A fresh jolt of arousal hits you in the gut as you see your captain between your thighs. His arousal-filled eyes locking with yours as his tongue slides between your wet folds, tasting you for the first time. He presses your tongue against your clit, enjoying the surprised whimper that comes from you. His tongue begins flicking your clit at the same time he sinks two fingers into your entrance again. His eyes close as he focuses on building more and more pleasure inside of you.

He gets caught up in the taste of you on his tongue he almost forgets what his purpose is. You’re dangerously close to cumming. His name falling from your lips as your legs tighten around his head, he’s eating up the attention. You’re on the edge, so close it hurts. He lifts his head, bursting your bubble in the worst way.

“Fuck,” you groan.

“Such a dirty word out of such a pretty mouth,” he shakes his head as he sits on his knees. Your face is red and frustrated.

“Fuck you,” you spit.

He releases the restraints on your wrists, and you’re ready to reach for him until his strong hands roll you onto your stomach. He pulls you towards him until you’re sprawled across his lap.

“What are you do-” You’re silenced by a slap on your ass. Excitement jolts inside of you, juices drip out of your pussy.

“You’re going to learn to behave,” he says before he places another slap on your ass, this one was hard enough for you to jump a little. One more slap and he’s beginning to see a red spot. His fingers lower to tease your clit for a moment before retreating to spank you again.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whine.

His cock twitches against your abdomen, but he spanks you again. Then, he soothes his hand along the red spot left. You close your thighs a bit, embarrassed by how wet you are.

“P-p-please,” you whimper. “I don't think I can take it anymore.”

“Get up,” he says.

You eagerly move to be sitting in front of him. He stands up to pull off his pants. You gulp when his cock is released from his underwear because he’s so big. He’s already rock hard with a bead of precum leaking down the side. Your mouth waters as you watch him stroke himself.

“Show me how bad you want it,” his voice is deeper now, more graveled as the sexual tension in the air becomes unbearable.

You don’t hesitate for a second. You’re scooting to the edge of the bed, taking him in your hand to pump a few times before licking a stripe up his length. Yamato groans, his hips bucking against your mouth.

Your lips wrapped around the head, moaning at the bittersweet taste of him on your tongue. He gets a fistful of your hair as he guides you forward. His hips thrusting softly to meet you halfway.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers. “That’s a good girl.”

Your pussy throbs at the praise. You can’t help but reach down to touch yourself as you take more of his length into your mouth. You sink your fingers inside yourself as you suck him off. He thrusts forward, bottoming out in your throat. His hand in your hair and his hips moving set the pace. You’re happy to be used. Anything to please him so he’ll finally pleasure you properly. Your fingers pump in and out of your soaking wet entrance. Tears sting your eyes from how unbearable the ache in your core is.

Yamato panics when he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, his thumb wiping the tears away.

“Shit, baby, is this okay? What’s wrong?” he wraps his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Fuck, princess, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you move to straddle his lap. You kiss him softly, “I just want you so bad, I can’t take it anymore.”

Yamato reaches between you to take his cock in his hand. He guides it to your entrance. You sink onto him, letting out a deep sight as you do so. His thick cock stretches you out, making you feel more full than you’d ever experienced. He thrusts up into you, his mouth falling open as he moans your name. Your pussy is so hot and tight around him it almost hurts.

“Yamato,” you whimper as your hips begin rutting against him, meeting his thrusts. Your fingernails dig into his muscular back as you ride him. Any semblance of control from either of you disappears as you’re tumbling closer to cumming. You’re so scared he’s going to stop again. It’s almost like a race.

“Are you going to cum all over my cock?” he asks smugly.

“Please, Yamato, please,” you whine. Fresh tears prickle in your eyes. “I want to cum so bad.”

He grunts as your pussy throbs around him as though proving your point. You tug on his hair, making him look at you. In an instant, he’s flipped you over so he’s on top of you. Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist to keep him deep inside of you. His pace is unrelenting as he keeps fucking you.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he whispers against your ear.

His hand slips between you to rub your clit in quick, tight circles. You cry out his name when your orgasm washes over you, soaking his cock in your juices as he keeps fucking you. He fucks you through wave after wave of pleasure so intense it’s almost too much to handle. Your hands tug on his hair.

You’re just starting to come down from your high when you notice his thrusts becoming more erratic. He fists the sheets beside your head as he gets closer and closer.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he mumbles before pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips.

True to his word, Yamato cums a few thrusts later. His orgasm releases in hot strings of cum, painting your walls with it as he empties every last drop into your tight cunt.

“If I knew you liked me so much, maybe I would’ve been nicer,” you joke after you’ve both caught your breath. He lifts his head to look at you. He looks gorgeous, all flushed and messy.

“I’m happy you didn’t,” Yamato laughs. “This was fun.”

“Mhm,” you smirk. “Maybe next time we’ll turn the tables.”

[shootthemessenger]

that song that we used to make love to [b.d.h.]

billie dean howard x fem!reader

requested: i’m begging for something sexy and/or sad with billie dean

disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature, smut/masturbation

Your bed had been calling you for hours now; coaxing you to peel the uncomfortable work uniform from your skin and crawl into the blankets where you were free to drown in your own thoughts without interruption.

When you finally did have the chance to crawl into bed, the sheets were cold from being untouched all day. The music that echoed softly from your headphones only encouraged you to pull them up and over your shoulders.

You settled on your back, eyes closed and phone discarded somewhere on the nightstand as you let the shuffle of songs soothe your aching head.

The beat of silence between songs only reminded you how empty the entire house felt now.

Billie had only been gone a few months; whether she was traveling the world or settled at Murder House with Constance, you weren’t sure.

Hell, for all you knew she could have been filling her bed with a few of the many fans she had accumulated from her tv show’s newfound fame.

You had little time to think, though, as an all-too-familiar melody began to echo into your head. You froze, trying hard to swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat.

By the time you began to fish blindly for your phone it was already too late, the song was into its fifth or sixth line and the sound of it was enough to rip the breath from your lungs but you craved the sort of hurt it brought you.

You started to be able to see her. The way she used to usher you into the room pawing and gripping at you like a lifeline. The way she used to knock over everything in her wake - lamps, vases, flowers - all to get you in the bedroom fast enough to fill her need for you.

You could almost feel the heavy feeling of her hovering over you, breath ghosting against your lips as she trailed kisses along your burning skin.

Before you knew it, your hand was wandering into the confinements of your underwear where you easily found your throbbing clit and pressed the pad of your finger against it.

A low moan ripped from your throat as your eyes screwed shut, imagining the way she used to touch you; feel you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you mimicked the usual ministrations of her fingers, delving deep inside yourself with the palm of your hand pressed firmly over your clit.

You could only picture her; the look in her eyes as she fucked you, the sight of her hand between your legs working with so much skill that you were almost sure she was using some kind of twisted magic on you.

“Billie,” you groaned, outloud to yourself. You were squirming and whithering now, chest heaving as you worked on yourself to the best of your ability. “Fuck,” you grunted.

You thighs twitched as you desperately chased the feeling you craved so bad. God, you wanted to hear her voice milking the orgasm out of you. You wanted her to whisper in your ear and scrape her teeth against your pulse point.

Cumming felt nearly impossible without her smell suffocating you, but still you tried. The stinging heat felt nearly too hard to reach as you rode your own fingers.

You were beginning to lose control and patience, disregarding any sense of dignity as moans of her name kept falling from your lips - over and over again.

A groan, just slightly louder than the music in your headphones caused you to shoot up from the bed. Your hand flew from between your legs to rip the music out of your ear.

“Billie?” You blushed profusely as you met her eyes. She was standing in the doorway of your bedroom, tightly clutching one of her many dresses in one hand and her house key in the other.

Neither of you knew what to say to the other; you sat in silence as she stared at you and you desperately tried to catch your breath.

“Get out!” You shrieked, tightly clutching the blankets to your chest. Despite being fully clothed, you felt exposed to her.

You knew you were caught when her eyes shifted to the headphones on the floor; you could still hear the song playing from them as it hummed just over the silence in the room.

You shifted your eyes to her and a smirk broke out across her face. You scoffed, “Stop looking at me like that.” You we’re still mad at her for leaving.

Billie didn’t speak, instead she moved to stand at the end of the bed. What was in her hands collectively clattered onto the floor as she let it all go.

“Did you miss me?” She already knew the answer to her question as she bent onto the bed and began crawling towards you after her shoes were discarded on the floor.

Your ears were hot as she moved to level your faces. You thought she was going to kiss you but she paused when her lips were inches from yours.

“Say it,” her voice was low and teasing. How you were supposed to talk louder than the heart pounding in your chest, you didn’t know.

Her confidence faultered as you whimpered out a strangled ‘I missed you’, something soft flickered in her features.

But just as fast as it had come, it had gone and replaced with a look of pure need. She lunged forward to connect your lips, not giving you time to breath before her hand clutched at your chest.

Without missing a beat, her hand replaced the emptiness between your legs. You moaned loudly, your own hand shooting up to tangle into your hair.

“Oh, pretty girl.” She praised, watching you throw your head back into the pillow as her fingers circled around your clit.

“Please, please, please!” You pleaded; to what? You had no clue. But you were far from in control as her finger pushed inside you and curled deliciously.

Strangled moans and cries filled the room. Billie watched between your thighs, admiring the way you took her fingers.

“I fucking missed you, sugar.” She mused, eyes flickering back to your face as you bucked your hips against her hand. “...missed you so much.” She mumbled, slipping a third finger inside you as you gripped onto the sheets for dear life.

“There she is,” You could have cum from her words alone. You had gotten the exact thing you had longed for this whole time. She was feeding it to you on a silver spoon.

“Billie!” She felt your hand tighten around her hair and her lips found yours.

Suddenly, she was soft and gentle. She was savoring the feeling of you and letting you feel every excruciatingly perfect inch of her fingers.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” She kissed your earlobe and then the pulsing vein on your neck. “Come on, babygirl.”

Her words sent you directly over the edge with a loud cry of her name and hand never ceasing its hold on her hair. She was quick to prise you, wiping away the sweat beading down your forehead.

There was a moment of pure bliss between the two of you, her smiling down at you and you struggling to regain any sense of control.

You began to speak through your heaving chest and Billie only shushed you, “Shhh, we’ll talk later. Rest, sugar.”

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It’s almost 6 in the morning and I’m ✨ soft ✨

[emilia3546]

Swapping Places - Nessian NSFW

Written for Nessian month using prompts: handcuffs and wingplay

Nesta has always taken great joy in trusting Cassian to take control in the bedroom, but now she wants to play, to swap places and try something new.

*****

Nesta hadn't been able to help herself, staring at Cassian's shirtless form, a little bead of sweat rolling down his spine as he finished his morning workout, his great, beautiful wings spread wide to balance. Gods, she wanted to do sinful things to those wings, she wanted to make him squirm underneath her touch, but first,

"I want to tie you up," Cassian looked up at her in surprise,

"What?" And promptly fell over. Nesta snorted, but smiled at the way his muscles bunched when he pushed himself back up,

"I want to tie you up." He cocked his head sideways, "Let me be crystal clear, Cassian. I want to tie you up and do all manner of inappropriate and sinful things to you, and I want you to do as you're told for once in your life." He smirked at her, flicking his gaze up and down her body, even though she was fully clothed, simply reading while she waited for him,

"You want to swap places?"

"Exactly."

"I don't see why not, it might be fun to let you try," oh, she was going to do more than try, she was going to repay him for all the times he'd turned her into a mess, screaming his name at the slightest touch. Tonight Cassian was going to be doing the begging, she'd make sure of that.

*****

Cassian merely grinned as Nesta emerged, then swore at the sight of her, she'd twisted her hair up onto her head, and slipped into her most scandalous slip, it barely covered her ass, and the neckline didn't leave much to the imagination. But it was the pair of crimson red heels, matching the shade of the slip, and the sound they made on the wooden floorboards that had Cassian muttering another curse under his breath. She laughed, then brought her hand from behind her back, laughing again when Cassian's eyes widened slightly,

"You weren't kidding," he chuckled as she swung the handcuffs around slowly, the heels the only sound as she walked towards the bed,

"They're not the only thing I've got to play with this evening," she whispered, leaning onto the bed, her lips just brushing Cassian's before she stood up, leaving him glaring at her, "Get on the bed, General," she trilled, laughing at the way his eyes closed as he moved to obey the command. "On your stomach," she smiled when he rolled over, looping the handcuffs through the headboard before she tightened them around his wrists, "That okay?" He nodded, "Cass,"

"Yes," he breathed, his arousal already evident in his voice as he buried his face in the pillow,

"Uh-uh, don't hide from me," Nesta tipped his chin back up, heat flashing through her at the desperation already in his eyes, "So pretty," she teased, "All tied up for me," she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently, and chuckled at Cassian's little moan, and the way his eyes flickered closed, oh she could try, could she? "Such a baby," she crooned, laughing at his attempt to sit up and face her. She ran her finger down his spine, then swung a leg over him, and sat down onto his hips, keeping most of her weight on her knees, with just enough on him to hold him still. Her slip rode up around her hips, and the lacy thong she was wearing did very little to hide the evidence of her arousal,

"Nesta," he complained, trying to wriggle underneath her, but Nesta just put a bit more weight onto his hips to pin him still. She leaned forwards, placing one hand between his wings, and shoved him down into the mattress, laughing at the sound of his muffled complaints, "Nesta, please," he twisted his head sideways as much as he could, and she just tutted,

"Oh, not yet, I want you screaming my name before we're done, and," she flashed him her most mischievous smile, "You're not allowed to come until I say so, understand?" Silence, "Cassian," she trilled, tugging his head up,

"Fine, yeah, okay,"

"Oh that won't do," she chuckled, still gripping his hair in one hand while she traced the outline of a wing with the other,

"Shit, Nesta, please," that was better, but she wasn't done yet, and she huffed a laugh at the way he was already tugging on the handcuffs, struggling to move. She merely shoved him back down,

"Stop that," she hissed, then walked her hand up his spine, pressing down on the spot between his shoulderblades, right where she knew it was sensitive. Just as she'd expected, his wings flew outwards, spreading out beneath her, and she caught a hold of one, carefully tying a length of rope around the talon at the apex, and bound it to the bedframe, then the other one, leaving Cassian pinned completely still beneath her, hands and wings bound, totally at her mercy.

He swore again at the first, featherlight touch along his wings, first tracing the edges, then following each of the bones and tendons, tapping patterns along the delicate membranes. She grinned at each moan and whimper, each plea for more, but refused to give him more, not yet. She teased along the edges of his wings again and again, then dipped her hands lower, following the membranes, until she found a spot that made him squirm beneath her, her name falling from his lips like a prayer. She offered one final touch before stopping and sitting back, giving him a moment to catch his breath before she repeated her movements with her mouth. At the first touch of her mouth to his wings, Cassian screamed her name, trying to close his wings, to roll away from her.

"Nesta, please, I can't, please," she just laughed, and repeated the words he so often liked to taunt her with,

"You can, and you will," she chuckled, "Just a bit more for me, okay?" He cried out her name again when she renewed her assault on his wings, words starting to fail him in favor of wordless screams of pleasure, and pleas for more. He wanted to climax, Nesta knew that, and she wasn't going to be quite as sadistic as him when it came to denying him, but he could wait a bit. She waited until he was trembling under her touch, and whimpering at the slightest movement, her name the only word on his lips before she whispered, "You want to come?" Cassian nodded frantically, and she pressed a kiss against his cheek, "Go on then, come for me," she flicked her tongue against the sensitive membrane of a wing again, and he screamed her name, wriggling as best he could underneath her, yanking again against the restraints, but fell back onto the bed, panting through his climax as Nesta murmured praise in his ear. She rubbed her hands up and down his sides, his back, soothing the trembling in his muscles, "Okay?" He nodded, still panting to recover from the force of that climax, "You want more?"

"Please,"

"Good. Tell me what you want." She brushed his hair back from his face as she gently untied his wings, guiding them back down to the bed, and rubbing the bases of his talons where the ropes had sat. He mumbled something incoherent, and closed his eyes, "Cassian, tell me what to want."

"Fuck me," he muttered,

"What was that?" She said, knowing exactly what he'd said, "You can have whatever it is, but you have to tell me, okay?" He nodded, and tugged on the handcuffs again. Nesta took the hint and unlocked them, moving to lean against the headboard, pulling his head into her lap, absentmindedly playing with his hair while he mustered the courage to ask for what he wanted. It didn't matter that they'd already discussed this, discussed everything, he'd never trusted a female enough to ask for anything for himself. Messing about with the other young Illyrian males was one thing, but letting someone else take control was quite another, one he would need a bit of time to prepare for, one that Nesta wasn't expecting him to be fully ready for tonight. She ruffled his hair, and laughed when he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding tight to her while he sorted through his own thoughts. Nesta noticed the moment his gaze shifted to the bedside table, to the strap-on waiting there, she noticed the hint of arousal rushing down their bond, but she also noticed the not-inconsiderable flash of fear. She leaned across, having made her decision, and carefully put it back in a drawer, "Maybe another time, okay?" He nodded,

"I still want you," he mumbled,

"Are you sure?" He nodded, rolling onto his back, and pulling her with him. She smiled, and shrugged off the slip, laughing at Cassian's groan of impatience when she took her time with the thong,

"Nesta, please,"

"All in good time," she hummed, but she didn't want to wait either, she wanted him inside her, right now. She held his gaze as she slowly leaned forward onto his chest and lowered herself onto him, rolling her hips slowly until he was fully seated inside her. She rocked against him, slowly, carefully, holding his gaze, and entwined their fingers, letting out her own moans of pleasure each time he struck that spot deep inside her. She brushed her fingers through his hair, cupping his face as she moaned his name, dropping onto his chest as he tugged on her waist, thrusting upwards into her, sending them both over the edge at the same time, each moaning the other's name.

Nesta sighed when Cassian pulled her onto his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her,

"Tell me what you need," she mumbled, "Do you want a bath?"

"Not now, just, stay with me,"

"I'm not going anywhere," she muttered, burying her face in his neck, "I'm never going anywhere, okay? I'm yours, forever," she reassured him, snuggling into him, and sighing in contentment, "Now, it's my turn to look after you, but you have to tell me what you need."

[hansolmates]

(secret) lovers | m

summary; the (not) best friends 2 lovers spin-off where jungkook and you are trying to hide your relationship from his old best friend  pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; established relationship, jiyu is now an old friend and mc went to high school w them, weeb!koo, jk n mc be kinda stanky bc they’re only going to this party for the free booze, soft dom!mc, switch!koo, whiny koo, mc calls jk a slut, cockwarming, gets really soft n’loving at the end, heavy use of the pet name [redacted] i really think this couple is meant to be diabolically dumb together w/c; 2.7k a/n; this couple is really out here living rent free in my mind. jk, mc and jiyu really just are that thruple that i love to hate and hate to love. hope u enjoy this lil spin off! 

[series masterlist]

“You made it!” 

Jiyu flings her hands out, knocking both your heads with hers in the middle in a surprisingly strong hug. It’s a complete episode of déjà vu, from the way her body smells like the peach lotion she used after gym class to the shade of coral lipgloss. From the corner of your eye, you can see the caramel brunette’s tiny face is inching closer towards your ride, her head tucking in the crook of his neck. 

“Jiyu,” you beam. You’re the first to speak, the first to dip their toe in the water. “You look great!” 

“Thank you!” she pulls away, popping her hip against the doorway. The silky material of her coverup gleams in the sunlight, the silvery material showing off the silhouette of her bikini-clad body. Despite the fact that you’re the one who compliments Jiyu, her gaze floats over to the person next to you, “what a coincidence you two came at the same time and—oh my, and where are my manners! Come in, come in!” 

She moves away from the door, revealing an ornate lobby and two twin stairwells. You can’t help but light up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, flecks of pink and blue flickering in your eyes.  Further down the hallway you spot open glass doors that lead to a large backyard that overlooks the lake. Some people are already sitting by the dock, lounging about with drinks and happy smiles on their faces. 

“Actually,” Oh, he speaks. You think with a small smile on your face, side eyeing the man of the minute, “I forgot the rest of my luggage. We’ll meet you inside.” 

“Okay!” Jiyu smiles, “I’ll make you guys some drinks.” 

As soon as the door shuts, Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend for three years blurts out, “She still has a crush on me.” 

You snort, taking off the duffle bag that’s hiding behind your back. Continuing to stand awkwardly at the front door, you prepare yourself to console your boyfriend’s worries. “She still has heart-eyes for you, Koo,” you tease, pinching his side. 

His eyes are big and swimming with guilt, “We should tell her.” 

“Oh, baby. We can’t break her heart this weekend.” 

“But love, it’s her birthday.” 

“Exactly,” you chirp, bumping your head against his arm, “can’t break her heart on her birthday.” 

Jiyu is an old high school friend. Class president, straight As, and even vied for prom queen. The only thing she wasn’t able to obtain throughout her high school years was Jeon Jungkook, the object of her affections. They were best friends in elementary school, eventually turning into distant friends as their interests changed and they got older. Yet, Jiyu still tried to insert herself into Jungkook’s life. Back in high school it was surely cute, the way she’d pine from the back of the room and place anonymous love letters in his locker, but Jungkook wasn’t interested and avoided any of her advances. Fast forward ten years later and it seems like old flames never die out. 

The meetups with Jiyu have been scarce since college and only in large groups. As former class president, she decided to hold a little reunion for her old friends, taking advantage of her stellar job benefits. A weekend in the woods, perfectly balmy and far away from the city. 

“I don’t wanna lie,” Jungkook nearly whines, pink lips warbling at your inability to budge. 

“Mm,” you hum, tracing the fingers across the seam of his back pocket. His boardshorts hide nothing, and you curl your fingers around the swell of his plump bum, “be good for me and tell a little white lie, will you?” 

Jeon Jungkook, former President of the Anime Club, prom king candidate and your favorite nerd in the entire world. 

A teeny tiny lie won’t hurt anyone. After all, you haven’t seen your high school buddies in literal years, and they wouldn’t dare bother to make a fuss about your relationship. In fact, they don’t know of your relationship with Jungkook. The two of you reconnected randomly, some spontaneous holiday party Kim Seokjin is always inclined to throw. You barely made eye contact the first two hours into it, not really wanting to go back to the hellhole that was your late teenage years. Nevertheless, by the end of the night the two of you couldn’t help yourself. 

As you look around the room with utmost confidence, the two of you have made the finest glow up by far. At first you wanted to keep the white lie to save face, you don’t owe anyone an explanation as to how you and the President of the Anime Club hooked up. However, you’re starting to enjoy the ruse. 

Jungkook’s sitting on the other side of the backyard, looking absolutely delicious as he sips on whatever fruity cocktail he created. Judging from yours, you have a feeling his drink probably consists of 95% orange juice and 5% alcohol. 

Jiyu and him are sitting in the large netted hammock, swinging lightly. Gravity is doing its thing, and Jiyu is practically laying on top of Jungkook’s lap, her body pooling to where his meets in the middle. As soon as his thigh touches hers, his eyes flicker to you in panic. He’s shirtless, only with a pair of mid-cut shorts to protect him. The skin that touches him probably burns. 

You wink and wave him away, assuring him it’s fine. Pretending to flip your hair, you turn back to the conversation you’ve been ignoring for the past five minutes. “Man, Jungkook’s so sexy,” Im Nayeon cooes, looking longingly at Jungkook’s form. 

“Jiyu’s so lucky,” Rina eggs on, taking another shot from the tray (a tray for herself, you might add.) 

“Do you think Jiyu’s gonna get some birthday sex tonight?” 

Nayeon snorts, covering her flared nostrils with her hand. That hand eventually loops around your thigh, eagerly pushing you two together by pressing on the meat of your bare skin. “If she’s lucky! Besides, we all know Jungkook had that big crush on you junior year!” 

Her pretty bunny teeth tease you, and you can’t help but smile back in return. “What do you mean, he really liked me?” you ask innocently. 

“Oh yeah! Drew so many little pictures of you in the margins. Little anime versions of you in his favorite outfits.” Of course, you know about Jungkook’s old crush on you. He’s mentioned it in passing, paired with an adorable blush on his cheeks. Hearing it from Nayeon, the shameless grin on her lips and the ease of champagne on her breath is much more entertaining. “Rina, do you remember when Jungkook set up her desk with rose petals and chocolate in a little heart? And then in the morning the janitor sweeped it up? He was so sad!” 

“Yes! I really felt for him,” Rina pouted. 

“Oh, poor baby,” you didn’t know that bit of information. You put a hand over your heart, watching as Jungkook shares a drink with his old friend Kim Mingyu. He looks so different, yet all the same since you’ve been acquaintances in high school. He carries his own weight now, an air of confidence that he’s finally reached over time.  

“Definitely not a baby anymore,” Rina scoffs. She clicks her tongue back to where Jungkook is seated. 

The sun is doing wonders for him, highlighting every crevice of where his biceps curl and twist as he lifts his hand in another drink. Their side of the lawn is doing a toast. For what, you don’t know. You do know however, that Jiyu is trying very hard to cheer right over Jungkook’s thighs, spilling some liquid over his knees. You smirk when Jiyu sends him an apologetic grin, dabbing a napkin up and across his thighs, far away from the wet spot. 

Jungkook, the poor guy, discreetly shoves her off. He brushes his hands and gets up, letting Jiyu fall back in the hammock all by herself. Avoiding the teasing gazes of his friends, he looks into the lake, hiding his blush. 

Still a baby, you think. Your baby. 

“Jiyu was practically sitting in your lap, baby boy,” you card your hand through his dark locks, fresh and shiny from the shower. The feeling is soothing to Jungkook’s scalp until you tug, arching his neck towards your lips and twisting, “did you like that,” you mumble into his Adam’s apple, “my little slut?” 

“N-no! Never, ohgodnever—” Jungkook is sweating, fat beads rolling down his hairline and glistening across his face. His fingers are practically phasing through your skin, the crescents of his fingernails sinking into the swell of your bottom. 

You clench around his dick, your soft folds urging Jungkook closer to his release. But he knows better not to move, and instead shudders from the ministrations, breaking apart from you to dip his head into your chest. His nose pokes at the bouncy flesh, nuzzling into your breast like the softest pillow. 

“Sh-shit, love,” he cries into your skin, “you feel so warm n’soft.” 

“You need to be quiet, baby,” you murmur, playing with the curls that hang around the nape of his neck, “unless—you want someone to hear? My little slut wants everyone to hear that I’m fucking you?” 

“Mm, no,” you grin at his honest reaction, and you can feel his neck heating up at the thought. Your fingers make their way, finally ending towards the apples of his cheeks. You squish lightly, loving the way his tanned skin puffs under your fingers. “I’m—ah—not a slut. I just really love you, only you. Really wanted to hold you in my lap today and show you off,” he whimpers at the unconscious clench of your folds, “just uh—slut for you, love.” 

You giggle, tightening your thighs around your boyfriend’s tiny waist. Your other hands trail down to the ridges of his abdomen, where you two are connected. You absolutely love the way your thighs wrap around his lean waist. 

Jiyu split the floors by girls and boys, as if you’re still in high school. It took forever for everyone to fall asleep, but you managed to sneak away with your bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Call yourself needy, but you couldn’t imagine yourself falling asleep with at least one good night kiss. Jungkook was ten steps ahead of you. Your boyfriend was already naked when you arrived, pumping his cock across the bed and getting himself ready for you. His eyes instantly zeroed in on you in his shirt, the black material hanging off your shoulder and begging to be pulled away by his teeth. 

“If I crawled in your lap today,” you murmur into his shoulder, “our whole secret would’ve been thrown out the window.” 

“I wouldn’t have minded, even if Jiyu got hurt,” Jungkook admits, running his hands up and down your back, “I wanna marry you, y’know.” 

You freeze in your ministrations, suddenly feeling the room go cold. Not in an unpleasant way, but the room freezes, the blue-white light of the moon igniting the seriousness in Jungkook’s gaze. You force yourself to stay on his lap, let his cock settle between your folds. The juices of your coupling are dripping down each other’s legs, cooling at your thighs and onto the white blankets. 

“You wanna marry me?” you echo, running your thumbs across his shiny lips. 

Of course, you’re at that age. Everyone around you is getting married, heck many people your age are already in the middle of creating a family, going on vacations to Disney and picnics in the playground. And yes, you also have thought about marrying Jungkook, he’s the only man you can picture marrying. Yet, hearing it out loud and from him only further fuels your desire to make these thoughts a reality. 

He kisses your thumbs, lips smushing against the pads. “Of course I do, love. You’re it for me.” 

You relinquish, slowly pulling yourself off of him. He’s still hard as you untack yourself, his member slapping against his belly button as he watches you in confusion. You make a show of fluffing up the pillows, arching your back and wiggling your ass as you make yourself comfortable to lay on your back. 

“Show me, baby,” you spread your legs for him, gesturing for him to come closer with a curl of your finger, “show me how much you want to marry me.” 

Jungkook smirks, hands immediately pumping with a squelching sound resulting from yours and his combined arousal. You love it when Jungkook takes the lead, just as much as you do. It makes you feel like a pillow princess, especially when you feel lovey sex is on the way. “Will you be quiet? Just like you tried to make me quiet?” he rasps, wrapping a hand around your waist to arch you up. 

“Depends on how good you are.” 

The head of his dick rubs against your clit, slapping lightly at the shiny skin. You both moan when he finally gives you what you both need. As soon as the tip of his dick sinks down, you feel like you’ve both hit home. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, naturally throwing your leg over his shoulder for added leverage. 

“Oh—fuck, baby,” you tug at his hair, pulling him in for a wet kiss. You don’t care that you’re slobbering all over him, the bed creaking and squeaking against his minstraitions. “I—uh, you feel so deep—yes!” 

“When we’re married I’ll fuck you every day like this, love,” he whispers between your lips, thrusting in a particularly sensitive spot that has you arching your back and pulling your chest to his, “I—ugh, I love you so much.” 

“Love you. Love youlovelove—ah! Kook, I’m—” 

The two of you don’t spare any time, the sun will eventually rise and you’ll be back to playing strangers. Jungkook pounds you into the mattress, nails you with enough cum for you to last the next day without having to sneak into each other’s room like horny teenagers. The roughness is smoothed out by love and bliss, eager at the thought of going home and anticipating a permanent life together. 

Five minutes later, you’re starting to feel a little too sticky. “Ohmygod—I need to fucking pee,” you pull yourself away from Jungkook’s sweaty body, palming around for your t-shirt.

“Just pee on the bed,” Jungkook grins. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” you make a face, “nasty.” 

“You like that I’m nasty.” 

“Yeah yeah.” 

With one last kiss, you skip away from his bedroom and close the door behind you. Unfortunately, as soon as you take five steps in the direction of the bathroom, somebody emerges from the shadows. 

“Holy shit, Jiyu,” you put a hand on your heart, eyes widening at her peeking in from the hallway. “You scared me.” 

“I’m so sorry,” she frowns, squinting her eyes to make you out in the dark. It’s easier to see her in her white slip, a thin chiffon material that barely covers her thighs. 

You don’t question why she’s out in the hallway in really pretty lingerie, or why she’s on the boy’s side of the house. So much for being discreet. Then again, there must be an ulterior motive for her if she’s already here, five feet away from Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t have been caught if she hadn’t been so sneaky. (Well, not so sneaky. You got to him first.) You smell like sweat, arousal, and Jungkook. The shirt you’re wearing feels far too short and the cum in your panties feels tacky and gooey. You feel like a teenager being caught smoking. 

“Why?” Jiyu’s voice suddenly sounds as dark as the early morning, no sign of the sun. 

“Why what?” you answer, furrowing your brows at the sudden change in demeanor. 

“Why?” she hisses, eyes wide with pain and confusion, “why Jungkook?” 

You frown, not liking her attitude. Did she think it was a contest to who would fuck Jungkook first? Did she think she was being slick, sneaking away into a bedroom she has no business being in, even if he was single? You could laugh. So despite your height you steel yourself, looking at Jiyu straight in the eye. 

“Because Jungkook’s mine, and I’m marrying him.” 

As you pad down the hallway as fast as you can, you send Jungkook a quick text. 

[5:44AM] love: pack it up. Plan b go fake a fever we gotta go lol

[azaisya]

here the xuexiao snippet from the daemon au i mentioned (rating t, 2.4k words)

Xiao Xingchen was sitting on the ground by the fire, a ratty grey blanket draped over his shoulders and his head bowed as if that would help him see A-Qing’s tunic better. The pads of his fingers fluttered over the cloth, deftly seeking rips and tears so that he could sew them shut. His sewing needle flashed golden in the firelight. 

It should’ve been frustrating, watching him work. It was slow and clumsy, and he frequently had to stop and make sure that he was still sewing in the right spot. 

It wasn’t frustrating, though. It wasn’t even boring. Xue Yang could watch him for hours, delighting in each tiny, uneven stitch. A-Qing and her dumb daemon were asleep in the house, and so he didn’t even have to deal with her irritating comments or half-pretend that he was doing something other than staring. 

This was a picture of Xiao Xingchen that few ever saw: ratty blanket and flickering firelight and soft-edged fondness. 

Xue Yang wanted to marinate in it.

A-Mei, lying folded at his feet, huffed into the dirt. He kicked her lazily, and she snapped her teeth at him. She could snap his bones up, if she wanted to. She liked snapping bones, whether they were human or daemon or animal. 

Xiao Jia was the exact opposite of her, all white elegance and delicate lines. He was curled up in the shadows beyond the firelight, head resting in the dirt and milky eyes staring into nothingness. He didn’t seem to be paying attention, but he was rarely ever paying attention. He’d been different before, when he’d had his eyes. Xue Yang missed his eyes, sort of. They’d been dark and watchful and so very interested in everything they saw. 

Well. That wasn’t quite true. He didn’t miss the eyes, because if Xiao Jia still had his eyes then none of this would be possible. But he missed the daemon’s clever quickness. He was strange and somber, now, and it was rare to see him alert and talkative when he didn’t have the adrenaline of battle to spur him from whatever quiet fugue he normally existed in. 

Xue Yang would love nothing more than to dig his hands into that daemon, to find just how deep his scars ran. 

Xiao Xingchen let out a sharp ah of air, and the golden needle paused. 

“Poke yourself?” Xue Yang asked, grinning his lazy cat-smug grin. 

Xiao Xingchen smiled, a touch ruefully. “Just a little.” 

Immediately, Xue Yang abandoned his seat, crowding into Xiao Xingchen’s space and grabbing his hands. Xiao Xingchen let him, and Xue Yang grinned even wider. He reveled in Xiao Xingchen’s trust. It made him feel like he was burning. He thought he might explode, when the tension finally built up just so and he could call Xiao Xingchen’s name in his true voice. 

Even the thought of his reaction—that perfect face going stark white, those perfect lips parting in shock—was enough to send a delightful shiver down Xue Yang’s spine. 

It just wasn’t time yet. 

“Ai, Daozhang, what am I supposed to do with you?” he asked, teasing and shameless all at once. Xiao Xingchen had stabbed his index finger, and a tiny bead of blood welled to the surface. It glimmered tantalizingly in the firelight, like a little drop of amber. 

Xiao Xingchen’s lips twitched. “I don’t know, what are you?”

Xue Yang beamed. “I’m laughing at you. This is a very important fact that I’m telling you because you can’t see it.”

Xiao Xingchen’s smile transformed into a grin, and a startled laugh escaped his lips. “Ah—”

Lightning quick, Xue Yang darted forwards and sucked the tip of the finger into his mouth. Greedily, eyes locked on Xiao Xingchen’s face, he hollowed his cheeks and swirled his tongue across the pad of his finger. The iron taste of blood bloomed over his tongue, but mostly he just tasted the salt-and-flesh of skin.

An intake of breath slipped through Xiao Xingchen’s lips in a tiny gasp. 

Satisfied, Xue Yang sat back and deposited Xiao Xingchen’s hand back into his lap. 

Xiao Xingchen just sat there. He didn’t even seem to be breathing, a statue frozen with its lips parted in shock and its spine taut with tension. 

Except he wasn’t a statue, of course. The evidence was in the subtle taste still lingering on Xue Yang’s tongue and in the brilliant scarlet spreading across his face, his ears, his neck. He was gloriously, undeniably alive—

And he was all Xue Yang’s. 

Xue Yang’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips. He felt like he was about to come apart at the seams. He felt like he was half-awake. He felt immortal. Unable to keep the hitch from his voice, he said, “Better, Daozhang?”

“Ah,” Xiao Xingchen said, voice faint, “Yes.” His fingers twitched towards his needle, still poked through the folds of A-Qing’s tunic, but he didn’t pick it up. He seemed to have lost the ability to function. 

Xue Yang leaned back against his elbows, head tilted towards Xiao Xingchen, angling his body to put himself close to Xiao Xingchen’s thigh. He could feel the too-hot heat of the fire against his toes, but it was nothing compared to the warmth emanating from Xiao Xingchen. 

Xiao Xingchen let out all of his breath in one, long exhale. And then he shifted, pressing himself entirely into Xue Yang’s side. Xue Yang didn’t move away, and Xiao Xingchen’s lips settled into the tiniest of smiles—his content one, the one that came out when he was warm and happy enough to stop thinking—as he picked up his needle and thread again. 

Xue Yang could hardly breathe past the satisfaction beating in his ribs. He’d done this! Him. Not anybody else. 

A-Mei sent him a wave of prickly irritation. He responded with a concentrated spike of pure smugness. 

Grumbling, she dragged herself to her feet and plodded across the dirt to throw all forty pounds of her body into his stomach. 

Xue Yang grunted, knocked breathless by the collision. “Bitch.”

She yowled in his face. 

Xiao Xingchen paused, fingers carefully laying the needle down so he didn’t poke himself again. “My friend?”

Xue Yang grimaced. “It’s just the bitch.”

Xiao Xingchen hummed, disapproving in a way that meant I don’t think you should call your other half a bitch and not I don’t like you using that language because I’m a prude. Xue Yang had mistaken it the first few times, but then he’d sworn up a storm when he’d dropped a stack of wood on his toes and Xiao Xingchen had laughed. 

Laughed!

A-Mei shoved her head into his stomach and he grunted, irritably lifting a hand to flick her in the nose. 

“You’re so strange,” Xiao Xingchen murmured, smile audible in his voice. 

Xue Yang pouted adorably at him, and then pouted more when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to see the pout. Oh well. It came through in his voice, probably. “Me?”

Xiao Xingchen laughed. “Both of you. I’ve never met somebody who fought with their daemon.”

Xue Yang shrugged. He wouldn’t really call it fighting. They never fought, not properly. They just had fun together, and that was all. “That’s just how we are,” he said easily, running his fingers through the soft fur on A-Mei’s chest. There were lots of things that were strange about him. A-Mei didn’t even make the top ten. Sure, she didn’t like to talk. But if he had a jaw strong enough to bring down even full-grown deer, he wouldn’t bother talking much either. 

He and A-Mei didn’t need to talk, anyways. They understood each other on an instinctual level, one that required no thought and little emotion. They were one, in a way that even most people and their daemons weren’t. 

If he was the sort to introspect, he might postulate that it was because he didn’t bother with the trappings and facades that normal people reveled in. He knew himself, in a way that people like Jin Guangyao—with his masks upon masks upon masks—could never. He didn’t let himself be trapped by what he should be or what society thought he was supposed to be. He simply was. 

Mildly, he said, “We’re not as strange as you and Xiao Jia.”

The easy contentment didn’t fade from Xiao Xingchen’s face, but his lips twisted ever so slightly down. “I suppose that’s true.” 

Xue Yang looked over his shoulder to where Xiao Jia was lying in the darkness. His eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping. 

Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen said, “That’s just how we are, too.”

Xue Yang scoffed, but he didn’t say anything. He knew that wasn’t true, but Xiao Xingchen’s dear, harmless friend wouldn’t. He could say something, but what would be the point in ruining a nice night like this?

Xiao Xingchen tilted his face towards the fire. The smile was completely gone now, and he looked all melancholy and somber, like he got on cold nights when the snow buried them inside the little coffin house and he thought everybody else was asleep. 

Xue Yang scowled. He didn’t like that expression. That expression meant that Xiao Xingchen was thinking of Song Lan, and fuck Song Lan. Xue Yang had half a mind to run out and find him, just so that he could stab his eyes out for real this time. 

Well. Maybe not. Those were Xiao Xingchen’s eyes, and Xiao Xingchen had always had such pretty eyes. 

Without a trace of his irritation in his voice, Xue Yang rolled over to pillow his head in Xiao Xingchen’s lap and declared, “Nevermind that. What do I care about strangeness?” He tilted his head up, lips curled into a teasing leer that A-Qing’s stupid daemon would bite him for. “He’s pretty, anyways.”

Xiao Xingchen had gone very still beneath him. But that lost expression was gone, chased away by a blush that flared over his entire face. The daozhang didn’t blush prettily, but that was okay. Xue Yang liked him better this way. “Ah,” he said, faintly. 

Xue Yang grinned, thinking that that was the end of that. Xiao Xingchen would call him shameless—not in so many words, of course, because he was polite and flustered—and Xue Yang would tease back before retreating to the other side of the fire, and then they could continue their lovely night without A-Qing or Song Lan’s stupid memory. 

Instead, Xiao Xingchen’s fingers alighted on the crown of Xue Yang’s head. Xue Yang’s breath caught in the back of his throat, his muscles seizing up and his heart beating rabbit-quick against his lungs.

Which was silly. He had a knife up his sleeve, and he could bury that in Xiao Xingchen’s heart before the other managed to close his fingers around Xue Yang’s throat. 

Xiao Xingchen’s touch was gentle and cool. It fluttered lightly over Xue Yang’s brow before settling in his hair, fingers tangling in the ink-dark strands and stroking as if he were an animal. 

Xue Yang should snap at him. He wasn’t an animal, and he wasn’t going to be treated like one. 

“Ah,” he said, a meaningless exhalation of air. “Huh.”

Xiao Xingchen’s expression was radiant beneath the blindfold. Also, infuriatingly smug. Xue Yang couldn’t bring himself to care. “I’d return the compliment,” Xiao Xingchen said, sounding just as light and soft and delighted as Xue Yang felt, “but I don’t know what your daemon looks like.”

A-Mei let out a grumble yowl-snarl at that. Her claws dug into Xue Yang’s gut. 

Xue Yang heroically resisted the urge to shove her off. She should be grateful. 

A thought struck him, and his eyes locked onto Xiao Xingchen’s pleasant expression. “Aww, daozhang,” he said, pitching his voice saccharinely sweet, “Is this just your way of asking to touch my daemon?”

The results were spectacular. Xiao Xingchen’s blush deepened, red crawling down his neck, and his fingers stuttered in Xue Yang’s hair, “I— I wouldn’t presume—”

Xue Yang wanted to press his lips to that blush. He wanted to follow it, to see how far down it went. He wanted to swallow it whole. “No, no, not at all!” he said, grin wide enough that he wouldn’t be surprised if his face split in two. This was their game, after all: Xue Yang pushed and pushed and pushed, and Xiao Xingchen blushed prettily-not-prettily and demurred.

“Ah,” Xiao Xingchen said, that delightful punched-out surprised sound. 

Xue Yang loved that sound. It was quite possibly his favorite sound in the whole world. This was quite possibly his favorite game. “This one would be honored if daozhang touched his daemon.”

Except Xiao Xingchen didn’t get flustered. He didn’t back off. He reached out to A-Mei. 

Xue Yang’s jaw dropped. He’d expected Xiao Xingchen to balk, to surrender to the courtesy his oh-so-fancy upbringing had imparted to him. He’d forgotten that, sometimes, Xiao Xingchen flipped the game right on its heels. 

And, normally, it was fun when Xiao Xingchen surrendered to one of Xue Yang’s shameless whims. It was satisfying, to drag him further down to earth. 

But this was—

This was—

A-Mei pressed her snout into Xiao Xingchen’s palm. 

Xue Yang died. He was dead! There was no reason for anybody else’s hands to be on his daemon unless he was dying and they were killing him. 

His body didn’t seem to care. It went entirely boneless, sagging like a wet rag into Xiao Xingchen’s lap. A-Mei shifted, crawling up Xue Yang’s chest and closer to Xiao Xingchen.

Xiao Xingchen’s touch was just as feather-light as it’d been in Xue Yang’s hair, the pads of his fingers brushing over A-Mei’s eyes, A-Mei’s ears, A-Mei’s back. 

It felt like bursts of starfire or summer sun or revelations. 

“Ah,” Xue Yang gasped again. 

A-Mei hit him with a wall of superior-smug-satisfaction-mine-hah-MINE. 

Xue Yang couldn’t care less. 

“What is she?” Xiao Xingchen asked, voice hushed with the enormity of the moment. 

Xue Yang opened his mouth. Like a cloud passing over the sun, like a sword punching through flesh, reality crept back in. 

Would Xiao Xingchen remember her shape? She’d bitten Xiao Jia, once. Would he know the name of what she was? Would he think to make that connection?

Feeling suddenly cold, he sat up. A-Mei flopped onto the ground with an irritated hiss, and Xiao Xingchen made a questioning noise. Xue Yang just laughed. “Something with teeth.”

He could’ve said it with his real voice. He could’ve revealed his soul for what it was. 

He didn’t, though. 

It wasn’t time.

[the rest of the au]