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lvlyghost · 9 months

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I love your stories so much I can't 😫😍😍❤️

Could you maybe write a angst to fluff ghost x reader story where the reader gets injured badly while ghost is on her side the whole time in the hospital while she is unconscious and he's having breakdowns and anxiety and all really angsty stuff and when she wakes up she comforts him and all is fluffy and maybe a bit smutty 🤭

No More Stars Left to Count

PAIRINGS: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Few things made Simon break down. Almost losing his girl takes a toll on him.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

TW: Smut! MDNI! Angst, hurt, comfort. Injuries. Panic attacks. Grammar mistakes just the usual... Do not read if you're under 18.

A/N: I'm actually quite happy with this one🥹🩷 Enjoy Anon! This is my first time posting smut and in another language so sorry in advance if there are mistakes! Corrections are appreciated ✨🐝

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Simon's head rests on his left hand, his eyes bore into your fragile body. Several machines are attached to you, helping you breathe, pumping meds into your system. He doesn't deserve you by any means. He doesn't deserve your trust, your laughter, your body.

All he can think about— as his brown orbs can't find the strength to look away— is how miserably he had failed to protect his team. To protect you. It's been twelve days and you still don't show any signs of waking up; it wasn't abnormal for you to not wake up. The damage inflicted to your body had been great. Simon thought for a painful moment he had lost you for good. The woman he cared for. The woman he utterly loved.

He swallows hard.

There aren't many things that'd scare him. He's simply seen too much. But this? Was this truly his destiny? To lose everyone he loved? His family and now you?

He inhales sharply, his free hands traces your inert hand, tracing soft patterns on your pale skin littered with cuts and bruises. That very hand he adores to hold when you were together. He blinks, memories from your last night together flooding his brain as he sinks further down the chair, adjusting the hoodie over his head.

The night before leaving for the mission in Romania.

"No, wait look Simon! Give it to me!" You chuckle, under the covers, both of your bodies remain warm. It wasn't unusual that Simon couldn't sleep so he'd often come into your room and spend the night with you. "There." You pointed out. Your hand and his hand stretched out in front of you, slowly you touch his, spreading out your palms comparing hands. Your eyelashes flutter at the mere sight of his big calloused hand outsize yours, completely engulfing it. You splay out your fingers until they're intertwined.

His breath catches in his throat. He loved how small you were compared to him. He wanted to protect you from everything even from himself, but you had refused to leave him when he tried to push you away.

"Come here." He grabs your arm pining you down and under his gargantuan body. You squeal, laughing at the sudden change of position; Simon sets his body between your legs. Your arms rest on his sides, layers of muscle tensing under your touch. Tilting your head back, eyes meet the dark sky outside the window.

"Look at them." You mumble, Simon lays a kiss on your neck taking advantage. He loves the feeling of your steady pulse on his lips. "The stars are so bright tonight." He hums absentmindedly, hands coming to grip his blond locks.

There's a fire burning in your belly and the ache between your thighs when you feel the tent forming through his grey sweatpants.

"Need you, love." He grumbles. His hands undress your bottom half making you gasp.

"Simon..." soft pink lips kiss your body. Your chest, your stomach... until he's lost between your legs. Mouth lapping at your wetness. You squirm under his touch, it's intoxicating. It feels like you might combust. The fire running through your veins, the goosebumps on your sensitive flesh as you clench around nothing. Unable to resist it you grab him by the arms. "You know what I need." In the blink of an eye two bodies intertwined moving desperately chasing the sweetest end together. He murmurs soft encouraging words in your ear that sent shockwaves through your veins, Simon couldn't possibly be more deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot that made you want to scream, nails digging on his back, surely leaving red marks that he would proudly show tomorrow.

The purple and orange that tinges the sky outside filters through the window, casting an ethereal display of colors around this room that hides away the few moments you get to spend with him as you finish together; feeling impossibly more in love with him.

"It's clearing already." You point out. Simon looks up from your eyes, albeit reluctant to miss the beautiful shade of your orbs. "No more stars left..."

He kisses your forehead, then bumps his nose against you before he finds your mouth.

"There'll be plenty more to count tomorrow, sweetheart. I promise."

But you're not counting them as he promised the night before. Instead he's shouting orders like an enraged man. Heart beating out of his chest, you were so close to the evac point with your squad. Five minutes ago he had squeezed your arm and kissed your temple before urging you to get in the land rover from the SAS. Only to watch it blow seconds later. His heart stopped and then the ringing in his eardrums.

It was an ambush.

And as the rest covered him he rushed to you.

The blood. Crimson blood all over the bodies. He knew what this meant.

"Sergeant!" He forces his body to move, dragging you by the straps of your combat vest to take cover behind one of the vehicles. He knows he shouldn't be moving you like that, but right now he can't think of anything else than getting you out of there... "Bloody fucking hell!" He roars.

What was that feeling, like his soul was being ripped apart...?

Releasing a shaky breath, Simon squeezes your hand once again careful not to hurt you. The IV in your hand too foreign. It's too much. The sight, the memories of the vehicle flying through the sky...

The pit in his stomach grows, a wave of nausea and uneasiness hitting him all of the sudden. Simon stands on wobbly legs, taking one last glance at you he steps out the ICU. Crouching down he yanks the balaclava from his face. Why was his chest so tight, and his vision filled with blackness? The incessant ring on his ears is real. Fucking real. It was supposed to be a nightmare... this thing pulling him down.

"Come back to me baby." He pleads in a hushed tone although he knows you can't hear him. Simon lifts his hands to find support on the wall in front of him. He breathes as much air as he can through his nose, tries to blink away the black dots.

"Lieutenant Riley?" A feminine voice wafts through the empty hallway reaching him. He holds out a shaky finger without even looking at her.

"Leave..." he warns.

"Sir? I...-" the nurse hesitates.

"Now!" He barks.

She scurries away but not before calling the doctors and the Captain to the med wing.

Simon stays there until his ragged breathing evens, he then goes back to your room, deep down he hopes—prays— that your eyes will open when you hear him. But you don't. He sits again on the couch where he's tried to sleep, tossing the mask away from him. His throat bobs, what's happening to him? It burns. The door creaks open revealing a concerned John who looks at him in disapproval.

"This isn't going to help anyone Simon." He scolds him.

"What do you want Price?"

"You need to sleep. And for... just for the love of God eat something son."

"Not until I know she'll be fine."

Price sighs closing the door behind him.

"She wouldn't want this." Even then, Price doesn't want to look at you. This had taken a toll on everyone. But Simon wasn't handling it well. Rubbing his eyes he scoffs. "Come on go get some rest I can stay."

"No." Both men stare at each other not wanting to back down. "I'm on leave you don't get to tell me what to do Price."

John crosses his arm.

"I'm worried Simon. I want her to be okay too. We all do."

Simon's jaw clenched, hands balling into fists. They don't really know. They don't know, can't comprehend the extent of his love for you.

"What if this was your girl? Would you leave her fucking side hm?"

A tense pause electrifies the air as the two glare at each other, oblivious to the other person whose eyes are tearing.

The beeping sound increases as your heart rate goes up. Two pair of eyes snap to the sound. Your hand tries to snatch the oxygen from your face, but Simon darts out with dread plastered all over his features. You faintly hear John calling the doctors.

"Easy, love. Easy..." he soothes you. Stopping your hands from moving. Your body is in too much pain, tears slip down your cheeks, once again Simon grits his teeth. If he could he'd take it all away. "Don't force yourself you're..." he trails off. "You're hurt."

It feels like you're body is being torn apart. The drugs are slowly leaving your system.

"What happened?" your croak out, throat dry and inflamed. He sits bringing the glass of water to your lips not before removing for a brief moment the oxygen mask. You take a small sip and thank him with a weak smile.

"Ambush." He explains. Hating that he can see the images all over again in the back of his mind. "Thought I lost you."

More tears well in your eyes, as weak as you feel you reach out your hands tracing his jawline and cheekbone. He closes his eyes, and finally breathes again, with you touching him he feels alive again. He wants nothing more than to go home with you.

"How many nights..."

"Twelve..."

The doctors rush in but before they drag him away you say:

"That's a lot of counting we've missed."

A press of his lips on your forehead, a silent promise to never let anything happen to you ever again. Even if it mean giving his own life for yours. He would do it any day. Better him than you.

"We've got the rest of our lives, love."

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cupid-styles · 3 months

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omg hockey player harry spotting ballerina yn practicing late after hours and sees her land a jump wrong or almost pass out (forgot to eat enough + exhaustion maybe) and harry is all worried and helps her out, maybe drives her home and takes care of her

HEHEHEHEHEH I LOVE THIS

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: none! y/n gets a lil injury but just some good ol' hurt comfort

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From: Harry S👿

Do you need a ride home again?

Y/N knows it's a gross habit, but she can't help nibbling on her thumbnail as she reads over Harry's text again. And then again. And then a fourth, and maybe a fifth time.

She doesn't know where he gets off. He gave her a ride home once last week because she was too nervous to walk home in the inches of snow they were getting, and she happened to run into him as hockey practice was ending. Of course hockey-goalie-superstar-Harry has a car. Of course he does, and now he thinks that this is a regular thing that they do — her riding in his passenger's seat as he tinkers with the music, driving no faster than 10 miles per hour on the roads that weren't cleared yet.

Because today it's snowing again. Badly. And Y/N couldn't miss practice, not with the spring showcase (which is laughable, really, because it should be called the shitty mid-winter showcase, but she digresses) coming up quicker than she even realizes. She has a four minute solo piece she needs to perfect before the show happens in three weeks, so she trekked her sorry ass to campus, even if none of her peers showed up (including her instructor).

But she's tired, and she's been here for hours — since 7:30 am on the dot, and it's nearing 3 pm now — and she doesn't want any more of the snacks she prepared for herself and she just wants to go home, where she can soak in a warm bath, put an eye mask on, and dull the throbbing pain that's currently radiating through each and every leg muscle. She wants to lay in her cozy bed, read one of those stupid smut books Lea got her hooked on, and go to sleep for a very, very long time.

So, she takes Harry up on his offer.

Not because she wants to be stuck in the confides of his car with him, where she feels like she's being suffocated by his warm, musky fragrance. Ever since then, every time she passes by someone on campus wearing the same scent (she's not sure if it's a cologne or body wash or what), but she immediately does a double-take, feeling like a dog that's been trained to recognize the smell of its owner. It's ridiculous and stupid and she grumbles to herself about it.

To: Harry S👿

yes please. im in the auditorium today tho, not the dance studio

From: Harry S👿

Oh. That would explain why all the lights are off and no one's in there. I thought maybe you were doing some weird meditation or voodoo thing to kill me.

To: Harry S👿

like a sacrificial ceremony?

From: Harry S👿

Yeah. You WOULD know what that is.

Y/N snorts to herself before taking a swig from her water bottle. Sitting down, she takes a moment to stretch out the achy arches of her feet. She hinges at her hips and slowly creeps her arms outwards to give her lower back some healthy, much-needed relief. Her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the slight release, until she hears the doors squeak open. Quickly, she sits up to see Harry traipsing down the long aisle.

As usual, he's freshly showered and has changed from his hockey practice clothes. For some reason, she finds herself slightly disappointed that he's wearing a beanie and she can't see his hair.

"You ready to go?" he asks, tossing his duffel bag into one of the seats in the front row.

"No. Can I just run through this one more time?"

He nods, but pulls his phone from the front center pocket of his sweatshirt, "Yeah, but it's supposed to get worse soon and I don't want to be stranded here all night."

Y/N hides a shudder as she stands from her seat on the stage. Her pointe shoes are disgusting from the amount of wear they've been getting lately, and she mentally groans at the thought of having to switch out to another pair sometime soon.

"Um..." Y/N places her hands on her hips and faces Harry, who's now sitting in the front row. "You can't be here."

"Sorry?"

She huffs. "You can't watch me. Go outside."

"...Why?"

"Because it's not ready yet," she explains hurriedly. She tries to avoid the confused, slightly amused expression on his face, but she can't help it when her gaze settles on the dimple in his cheek. "So, like, leave. Please."

"Y/N. People watch out hockey practice all the time."

"Hockey is different. Ballet is meant to be perfect. And it's not perfect yet, so you need to go."

"It's practice for a reason. Didn't anyone ever teach you that?"

"No. That's not an option in ballet."

"What is this for, anyway?"

She sighs in frustration and tugs at the hem of her wrap skirt. She feels a bit uncomfortable being the sole focus of his attention, especially when she's up on the stage beneath the studio lights.

"The spring showcase is in three weeks and I have a solo, hence the whole perfection thing."

"Where's your... coach, then?"

"Not a coach, an instructor," Y/N corrects, "And she didn't want to come in today because of the snow. Haven't you ever practiced on your own before?"

"Yeah, of course," Harry nods. "You must be really good if you have a solo."

"Don't change the subject. The sooner you leave, the sooner we can get out of here."

"Just do it, Y/N. My body fuckin' aches from my own practice and I don't want to go back up those stairs. I'll look at my phone the whole time if it makes you feel better."

Again, she lets out a loud sigh but doesn't fight him on it. She walks the length of the stage to grab her phone and restart her music. Before she presses 'play', she stares at him with narrowed eyes.

"Eyes on the phone. Don't even think about looking up here."

He snorts before nodding his head, making a show of opening the Instagram app and dramatically scrolling through it. With a roll of her eyes, she plays the only song she's been listening to for the past few weeks, and gets in her place.

She'll admit, she knows she can get a bit obsessive about memorizing a dance. She aims for perfection each and every time, even if she knows it's unattainable to expect that from herself especially as she's learning it. But with every run she does, her confidence slowly grows — she's nailing the fouettés and en pointes she struggled with a week ago, and she feels herself melting into the music, allowing her body to move perfectly in time with the steps she's learned like her life depends on it.

And then... she croaks.

During the grand adage, she loses her balance, her flexibility falters, and before she realizes it's happening, she's on the floor with a thrumming ankle, pain shooting out from the joint. She gasps loudly and tears immediately begin to flood her line of vision. The song continues on, making her feel sad and pathetic, but especially when Harry appears in her sight, a worried expression on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asks. She quickly tries to sniffle the tears away and nods wordlessly. "No, you're not."

He grabs her phone and pauses the music and her chest somewhat relaxes. He's back over in a moment, gently helping her stretch out her leg without moving her ankle.

"Do you have an injury here? Do I need to call the school medic?"

"Do not call the medic," she mutters through clenched teeth, "Yes, I have an ankle injury. It gets worse with the weather."

"So you already know what I'm about to say then."

She nods but she doesn't want to hear it, because she doesn't want to be kicked while she's down. It's what everyone does — you shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard with an injury, you should know better, don't you care about your craft? She's heard it from her parents, instructors, random medical staff a thousand times over.

And somehow, maybe Harry knows, because he leaves it at that. And she's grateful when she's not on the receiving end of a lecture.

"What do you need?" he asks softly. It's the gentlest she's ever heard him speak, and it makes her swallow tightly. "Ice? Do you have sports wrap?"

"I'm fine. Can you just pack my shit up so we can go?"

Harry stares at her like she's grown a second head. "You can't walk on this right now."

She shrugs.

"We have crutches and all that in the locker room, but you'll bust your ass in the snow," he thinks aloud. She sniffles again, this time involuntarily. "You're gonna hate this."

She knows what he's implying, so she's already shaking her head.

"Y/N, it's the only way you're getting out of here safely."

"I would quite literally rather be trapped in this stupid auditorium all night."

He rolls his eyes. "You're being dramatic."

She shrugs. He treks on with his grand idea.

"I'm gonna go outside and bring my car around. And then, I'm gonna carry you out of here, and it's gonna be humiliating, but it'll be safe and we'll never speak about it again. Do you need me to bring you to urgent care or do you have supplies at home?"

Y/N knows he's right. He knows he's right, otherwise he wouldn't be so insistent on it. But the pain is continual, a pulsating, aching, throbbing that will 100% prevent her from walking, and she just. Wants. To Go. Home.

"I have shit at home," she finally mumbles, sitting up slightly to fix her mussed bun. "Crutches, wrap, pain relief balm."

"Okay, good." Harry's form deflates a bit, almost as if he's relieved she's decided to stop fighting him. "Let's get your things together and then I'll help you out to the front. You can wait there while I bring my car in front."

Admittedly, she's basically dead weight as he hurries around the stage, collecting her things. He stuffs them all in her bag and brings it over to her. Noticing a pair of sweats in her tote, he glances down at her expectedly.

"Do you want these?"

She sighs. It's a sad, defeated sound, and Harry really feels bad for her in the moment.

"We'll never talk about it again," he reminds her. She nods and she unwraps her skirt from her waist, folding it neatly beside her. Harry helps shimmy the sweatpants up her tight-clad legs, carefully minding her ankle and the leg warmers around them. It's a vulnerable position for both of them to be in — they've never been this close before, not with his large palms moving up her muscular legs, even if it's anything but sexual.

When they're ready to go, he instructs her to just stay seated, move her bum to the side of the stage, and he'll do the rest. She supposes she's impressed by his strength when he easily lifts her into his arms, her pink tote bag on one shoulder and his Adidas duffle bag on the other. She wants to roll her eyes when she feels his muscles flex beneath her as they silently exit the auditorium, but she knows he's going above and beyond for her right now. Instead, she shows her small bit of protest by simply crossing her arms over her chest. It makes him smile, but she doesn't notice it.

He gently lowers her to a bench inside and close to the door. He takes their things and wraps his puffer jacket just a bit closer to his form as he mumbles out to stay here, making quick work to head out to the parking lot. She wants to ask him where she could possibly go, but she guesses that if she could walk, she definitely would.

In the meantime, Y/N texts her group chat with her friends to let her know that fell on her ankle, but she's fine. It's embarrassing to admit that Harry of all people is taking care of her and making sure she gets home safely, and their responses make her blush.

do u think he could lift u over his head like in dirty dancing

abs?

are u guys gonna........

does he smell good?

Harry returns when she's typing out a reply to her friends, telling them to keep it in their pants. They go through the routine again and this time it's just a tinge less embarrassing now that they've done it once. As soon as he helps her into the car — which, she's grateful that he's already pumping the heat — she lets out a loud exhale, cutting it off as soon as he winds around the front and gets in the driver's seat.

"You feel okay?" he asks as he shifts gears into drive.

She nods, doing her best to swallow her pride. "Yeah. Thank you."

"Of course," he shrugs as if it's the easiest thing he's done all day. "Are you good to deal with this when you get home?"

"Mhm. Ice, wrap it, keep it elevated."

"Stay off of it and take some ibuprofen, too."

"I know."

"Good," he praises. The drive home is slow and quiet and Y/N keeps the side of her head pressed against the cool window. She wants to fall asleep, and she probably would if she didn't live so close by.

When his car slowly begins to come to a stop outside of her apartment, she feels it — an all-consuming need to blurt out her affection and gratitude to him, even if she's been attempting to suppress it for weeks.

"I would do this for you too." she spews out, her eyes widening in surprise. Harry's eyebrows furrow as he undoes his seatbelt, then hers.

"What?"

"I would do this for you too," she repeats, keeping her eyes set on the snow falling in front of them. "I mean, I wouldn't be able to carry you, but I would do this for you if you needed it. I would drive you home and make sure you were okay. I just want you to know that I'm thankful for this. And I know I'm grumpy with you a lot of the time, but I wouldn't sacrifice you or do some voodoo stuff. I... I like having you around. You're very nice."

She can't force herself to turn and look at him, but she can feel his gaze set on the side of her face. Even worse, from her peripheral vision, she can see the grin growing, like he's in the Grinch.

"Thank you for saying that," he says, and it sounds like he actually means it. "I'm glad you wouldn't sacrifice me, because I like being around you."

"Okay." Y/N nods curtly, as if they've just made some type of business proposition.

It makes Harry laugh. "Okay."

#bestie asks #writing #hockey h

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daenysx · 3 months

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ok so!!!! i saw this prompt “is there some space left in that bathtub?” and i was thinking fluff with best boy james potter...

reader comes home tired from work or just the day and takes a bath by themselves. jamie then comes home and decides to join reader

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy this little drabble! requests are open. ♡

james potter x fem!reader

the water is too warm for your usual liking.

it still brings an odd sort of comfort though, your muscles start relaxing. you try to settle down deeper in the tub, until the water covers everywhere except your head. you move your hands a little to have more vanilla scented bubbles, a slow breath leaves your lips as you turn your neck and stretch.

you close your eyes, begging your mind to let go of every thought that keeps you awake. the work has been incredibly exhausting today, you remember how you counted down the hours just to come home. you texted james when you came home, letting him know you'll take a bath. he should be here soon, you think.

you lean your head to the side of the tub. sleep comes slowly, your eyes get heavier each second. you take a breath. slow tears start dropping on your cheeks out of relief after exhausted hours. you don't mind crying a little, you know you'll be fine eventually.

james steps into the small apartment, the air is filled with vanilla. he gets rid of his shoes and his bag, takes off his jacket before he moves for the bathroom. he has his usual smile on his face, the day wasn't easy but he keeps his smile for you and for himself.

you look like an angel covered in bubbles. james feels his mouth go dry, he leans to the wall and waits until you open your eyes.

"hey." he says, with a gentle voice.

you blink your eyes open slowly. a soft smile settles on your lips. "hi, jamie."

james takes a few steps, he kneels next to the tub to reach your face. he gives you a kiss on your forehead. "hey, baby." another kiss on the side of your head, because he can't stop himself. "are you okay?"

you nod. "just tired, and water makes me sleepy."

"yeah?" he asks, his finger wipes the drops on your cheek. "do you think there is some more space in the tub for me?"

"you wanna get in?" you ask, a wave of happiness washes over.

james nods. you reach him with a wet hand to kiss his cheek. it doesn't take long for him to join you, you watch him taking his clothes and his glasses off with a stupid smile on your face.

he takes you to his lap, his arms are wrapped around your waist under the water. he kisses your hairline, one hand comes out to stroke your hair back. you relax into his body, tilt your head back to his shoulder and his lips touch your head.

"can you turn around for me?" he asks with a sweet voice.

you are too comfortable to move. "why?" you whine a little.

"i'll rub your back and your shoulders." james says. "or you can just sit up a little if that's better."

you turn your face with a great effort just to kiss him on his lovely face. he's charming as always, so kind and thoughtful. his day was probably as tiring as yours but he puts you first. you try to move in tub, sitting a little straight to give him access to your backside.

james kisses the back of your neck fondly. his hands wander on your back, the soapy bubbles help him slide his fingers. he presses his fingers softly on the spots where your shoulders meet your neck, he rubs the back of your neck until you relax entirely.

he keeps applying pressure on your shoulder blades. occasional kisses and slow movements makes you melt in his arms, at some point you have to lean back against him. he understands, his arms go back to their permanent places on your waist.

"thank you, jamie." you murmur, almost dozing off.

"anytime, angel." he whispers. "maybe we should go to bed."

you shake your head, the water is still warm enough to stay. "a little more please."

james smiles, rubs the tip of his nose on your skin. "until the water gets cold then."

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dmitriene · 3 months

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THOUGHTS ABOUT VENTING WITH KYLE ON THE BEACH.

cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, established relationship, intimacy, lot of kisses, massaging, teasing, flirting, pet names, just a lot of romantic couple things, reader described as wearing a swimsuit. pairing: bf kyle gaz garrick x gf fem reader

author's note: that's my first ever try of writing for kyle, so he maybe might seem to ya'll ooc, or something else, but i just wanted to try and post something with him, so i hope that those who'll read it enjoy.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

the sun and slight coolness create a pleasant atmosphere on the morning beach, there are not many people yet, the pale sand has not had time to be filled with a huge number of plastic chairs and sun loungers, while the slightly warm rays play with reflections on the water and color the sand yellowish.

your trip to the beach with kyle was completely spontaneous, an idea that emerged during the dialogue that it would be nice to get out somewhere together to relax and unwind, especially considering that kyle has been sitting more at home lately, too tired from missions and definitely missing your presence to go somewhere from the comfort of home, therefore, the best option was the sea, light warmth, cool water, the images that popped up in kyle’s head, and not even yours, looked too tempting not to voice them

— “hmm, wha' abou' a beach, then, sunshine?„

that's why you were now sitting on his tailbone while kyle lay on his stomach on top of the beach mat, letting your hands touch his dark, sun glistening skin, starting from the bottom of his back and working up the white streaks of sunscreen, the cool, sticky texture making him shiver softly, practically arching, if not for the weight of your body pressing him down while you cover every visible part of his back with sun cream.

your hands slide to his shoulder blades, tracing the defined bones and muscles that tense and limp under your touch as your thumbs press in circular motions, moving to his shoulders, and kyle turns his head to the side, catching your slightly concentrated face, which causing him to have a wide, snow white smile, revealing his pointed fangs, while he practically purrs

— “can't really ge' enough of your touch on me, sweethear'„

his shameless flirting causes a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips as your body leans forward and you move your face closer to his, placing a quick kiss on his lips as he reaches back, propping himself up on his elbows and tilting his head to capture your lips with his, rubbing with his stubble against your skin and frowning his dark thick eyebrows with displeasure when you pull away from him, sliding off him and standing on the sand, flashing him a teasing smile and murmuring, playfully

— “well, i can't smear you with sunscreen until the evening?„

kyle laughs in response, propping himself up on his elbows and stretching to warm up after lying down for a long time, letting the sun's rays fall on his skin, illuminating him as his back and abs muscles work at the same time, rippling with every movement until he is fully on his feet, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air without a single problem, narrowing his dark eyes in a smile, catching the sun with them and letting them light up as he lifts you slightly, placing his hands under your ass that is slightly opened by your swimsuit, allowing him to hide your pretty parts, while your hands rest on his shoulders

— “is tha' a question, sunshine? because my answer is definitely yes„

his slightly deep voice sparkles with perkiness, causing you to playfully roll your eyes back before you reach up to kiss him softly on the cheek, placing a warm kiss where he has a scar of two scratches, which brings a burning tenderness in his gaze, encouraging him to kiss you back just as reverently, fidgeting with his slightly plump lips against yours, his slightly shaved mustache tickling your skin as he presses closer to lick your lower lip and open a passage inside your mouth, freeing one hand from under your butt, and holding you on one, he touches the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the kiss, stroking your hair, until one of you pulls away.

and kyle does it first, allowing you to greedily draw in lungfuls of air through swollen and wet lips, not even paying attention to possible looks from the passing people, before you are brought back to reality by unexpected, literally childish behavior on his part, when he leans down and touches your nose with his, before biting the tip of your nose, and you gasp, your eyes immediately widening in surprise, before you furrow your brows and pinch his own nose, and he just breaks out into loud laughter, his body shaking and you with him while you mutter threateningly

— “you do this one more time and i would bury you in the sand, garrick!„

the laughter immediately becomes quieter, softening as he rubs his eyes from the slight accumulation of moisture there from approaching tears, before starting to walk towards the open sea along the sand, still holding you in his arms, even despite the slight frown in your eyebrows and feigned offense at his action, although it still touches him, which is why he bounces you slightly in his arms, jumping up, pressing his cheek against yours with an airy smooch and purring smugly

— “aww, come on, i'm sorry, sunshine, let's enjoy the woter, shall we?„

you look at kyle with suspicion, sincere, narrowing your eyes when he turns his head to look at you, smiling sickly sweetly, knowing that his charm always works without unnecessary problems, but you still give him a small warning, making him snort, but one way or another, listen to the end

— “don't try to pull out something silly again, i dare you„

he nods, as if obediently, but you see that sparkle in his brown eyes and it leaves nothing good to be desired, especially when kyle still gives you his answer, far from an agreement, but you can’t help but smile at his playfulness, sighing and resigned as you lay your head on top of his, kissing the top of his dark, curly hair, almost imperceptibly, but kyle is aware of your every warm touch

— “don' promise you anything, sweetie, but i migh' try„

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starphasedd · 1 year

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Morning songs

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!reader (nsfw)

Ao3

He was so quiet and gentle about it–something you never really imagined of him.

You didn't wake until your muscles were starting to tighten; a string pulling painfully tight in your lower stomach and curling hard. It was now a very familiar feeling since you and Simon started seeing each other.

You woke slowly, feeling the dragging pressure of his big cock being repeatedly buried inside you. Though he wasn't rough, his girth still stretched you somewhat uncomfortably in the beginning. It was an aching pain that very quickly faded into a pleasure no other lover has ever been able to give you.

He thrusted into slowly, cautiously, as if he could break you. And maybe he could–last night he was particularly rough with you. He pounded you into the mattress with great force, holding your smaller arms above your head with just one of his hands. He made you cum twice within ten minutes. And after he finished inside you, he cleaned you with his tongue. In fact, he licked your pussy for hours. You felt bad; but you ended up passing out while he licked you.

You wondered how he could kiss and lick you for so long–how he could possibly enjoy it that much. But then you remembered his mask. No wonder he enjoyed your juices for so long. He had been deprived of taste for most of his life.

You vaguely remember talking to him as you fell into your slumber.

"Sorry, Si….I'm–I can't keep my eyes open…"

At that point, you didn't realize he stopped licking you to climb over your sweat glistening body. He learned down, bracing both arms on either side of your head, and softly began to trail kisses up to your ear.

"Can I have you in the morning?" He whispers into your ear, his deep baritone sending chills down your spine.

"Anything." You moan softly, turning to place a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He mmm'd low in his throat, and that's all you remember.

The memory slowly came back to you as your orgasm began to crest. Then, you were registering your surroundings.

You were in the swamps at a safehouse. There was a single sized mattress underneath you, the only thing separating you and Simon from the wood flooring. You were on the porch where there were no walls, only a thin screening to keep the bugs out. Fog surrounded the cabin, and you marveled at the beautiful sound of the crawdads singing in the distance. The air was moist and warm as it stuck to your skin.

One of Simon's arms was underneath your head, and the other pressed flat to your tummy as he lazily thrusted into you. It only took a few moments of full consciousness for your orgasm to finally hit after waking you up.

You thrived and moaned in his arms. He tightened them when he knew you were finally awake. His large body wrapped around your back, and he lifted one of your legs to get better leverage. His nose dug into the nape of your neck, and you reveled in the feeling of his hot, labored breaths on your skin.

His fingers dug into your skin as he began reaching his peak, and you pressed your ass back into him playfully. He groaned at that.

After only a few more minutes, he was shuttering to a halt; bottoming out inside you as he filled you completely full of his seed.

His chest heaved back and forth violently as he tried to catch his breath. His lips pressed to the skin of your neck. You could feel a gentle tug at the corner of his mouth when you pressed back again him once more, squeezing everything out of him that you could.

His hand presses down on your tummy where his hard cock is still seated comfortably.

"Never wanna leave here." He speaks softly. His finger presses down on your skin to meet the tip of his cock inside you.

You turn your head towards him and slowly melt your lips to his.

"Then don't."

@astratheodora @meand-allmy-alteregos

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #simon riley x reader #smut

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commonlyme · 7 months

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You wake up in a delirious haze, wondering what happened and why there are holes in your memory. Last night is a blur, but you can remember one thing. You ate, a lot. The soft gut that had slowly grown pooling in your lap, your tits heavy and sore. Your skin itchy and taut making way for new stretchmarks. When the binding to your hands became apparent, fear washed over a tsunami and flooded your psyche. You were wanting to take a shower because of the residue left over from last night's feast and all of the jostling from your recent realization let a stifled burp escape your plump lips. Thinking everything would be ok in the end, you relax and give up trying to escape your bindings. It wasn't worth it anyway, it kept making you jiggle! Even after you stopped, that pudgy gut continued to wobble. Your fat double chin quivered as the homegrown bingo wings that hung where there were once muscles undulated. As soon as you realized you were hungry, you heard your front door open and froze. Hunger always seemed to pervade now, and it only took you noticing that fact to gorge yourself. The fearful invader approached ever closer smelling of a sweet vanilla. They seemed familiar, and as they put their hand onto your rounded gut, you couldn't help but feel *odd*. . .

As this is happening your rotund tummy let out an audible groan of hunger, "I guess it's time for you to eat hog". It starts out innocent enough, being fed bite after bite of food. The portions do increase, yes, but it feels so comfortable, so caring, so *safe*. You get secure enough to speak up and communicate, "I'm full, do you think we could stop? I've already had so much. . ." That was a mistake, as the mysterious stranger stops feeding you and stands up in a slow deliberate fashion. "The pig thinks they can speak up, huh? You're a fucking fatty who can't control themselves around food. Look at this gut, it's massive. You have stretchmarks about everywhere I can see. Hell, everyone knows what a greedy glutton you are, and I'll make sure you're NEVER anything else." They grab the beginning belly hang and shake your fat belly like it's a sac of melted marshmallows. The rest of your body follows suit and being unable to control the wobble of your body, you whimper. You know you've let go recently, you used to be so small. You used to work out and be healthy. You used to be able to fit nice clothes. You used to be able to control yourself, but you had a dark secret. You *wanted* this. You know you shouldn't feel this way, but it reignites your hunger and makes you feel as *odd* as before. The intruder gets up after feeding you everything there and goes into the kitchen. The sound of the blender whirring to life is heard and begins to drive you wild. You can't wait, and let out a little burp from unsettling what already rests in your greedy gut. When they come back, they're carrying the entire the pitcher and hold it under your nose. It's so rich and creamy smelling, you know it's going to destroy your waistline. "I see the look in your eyes so I know you want it. Before you glut yourself I'll go ahead and enlighten you on what's in here. I've put Mass Gainer in here, heavy cream, ice cream, sugar, chocolate syrup, and a few boost shakes I had to up the calories." You can't imagine drinking it all since you're already so full from everything they've made you eat, but you have no choice. They tilt your head back and slowly pour it down your throat. Not all of it makes it into your greedy maw, and it runs off the sides of your mouth, and you can feel the cold liquid trail down your chest and belly. It's getting everywhere at this point, but you can't stop to clean up. You have about a third of it left and your tummy is so stretched out. Your stretchmarks itch and you can feel new ones forming. You squeeze your eyes shut and force the rest down into your engorged body and before you know it it's done. "Good job piggy, you did a really job tonight." You give a strained smile as you try to respond, but they stop you. "It's ok baby, we really pushed you today." They undo your bindings and release your hands. That poor tummy can finally get the rubs it deserves, and a couple small burps force their way through your cream covered lips. "Guess that means you've got some more room in there, but we'll worry about that later. Let's get you comfortable." They help you up and y'all head to the bedroom. It was a slow, laborious waddle to the room assisted by your partner. Now cuddling together in the bed with your partner giving your strained tummy the rubs it so needs, you can't help but to think about how excited you are to do this again tomorrow. . .

#feedee encouragement #feederist #feedee feeder #feederism kink #stuffed feedee

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟏 — 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

✦ kinktober day 31 — finger fucking feat. kazuha : cyno : albedo : tighnari x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ a/n: this concludes the last day, thank you to everyone who continues to support my work, i love you always, enjoy! 💗

✦ warnings: nsfw

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

kazuha was an immensely striking kisser, whenever he'd toy with your tongue you were wondering how skilled he'd be in other areas. His signature scent was surrounding you, filling your nostrils, as you cupped his cheeks to pull him closer to you. Kazuha's was hovering over your body without breaking the kiss, his hands fondling and tugging on your skin before slipping his fingers under the elastic of your panties.

his hair strands tickled your skin when you, as a response, smiled into the kiss, your muscles tensing up from the mere thought of what's about to come. Your noises seemed to please him greatly, the way they'd continue to slightly get higher pitched and whiny only coaxed him on to rub his fingers on your clit harder. "please, more." you whispered, in a way it was involuntary, as if your body naturally responded to his unbearable play.

kazuha let go of a breathy chuckle as your words, when, before you could comprehend more, he already prodded the first finger in, letting it get sucked in by your cunt. Your walls were spongy and warm around his fingers, your lips slightly agape as you gasped out. You could feel the effect you had on kazuha, whenever you'd moan his name or tighten your legs around his arms, he'd want to watch you, indulge in you, bring you over the edge as if it's the last thing he was supposed to do.

✦ 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎

cyno peppered you with passionate kisses before his lips left your skin, you slightly rose up your lower body in response as he tugged your hips up a bit so his hands could work much better on you. Cyno would always start easy, low, with featherlight touches, his fingertips were cooling against your warm clit, sending a current of electricity up your spine.

your body was involuntary drawing itself closer to him, the talented circles and painfully slow strokes he'd drew on the little bundle of nerves brought you to great pleasure, your legs shaking and tightening around his arm. "is this comfortable?" his voice alone had you spiraling, you nodded, adoring how cyno always wanted to make sure you're enjoying yourself, didn't matter when and where.

his pointer and middle finger skimmed down south, collecting your essence on them as his thumb found your clit again, flicking his digit on the pulsating area. One of your hands clasped around his wrist as a reflex, your hips stuttering and thrusting up into his touch as you cried out his name. "fuck." you mewled, tossing your head to the side while scrunching your eyes shut, the painful burn in your lower region was on its breaking point as the coil snapped in half, your climax hitting you hard. You couldn't breathe, unable to do so, your eyes remaining closed as your heart fluttered with butterflies, bathing in your afterglow.

✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

you were a little shaken, a shiver was creeping up your spine as your breathing became quickened. Albedo's fingers dug into your heat, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt with squelching noises ringing through the room. His eyes watched you intently, as always, watching how you sobbed and how silent cries left your precious lips, exciting him further. He was thrusting into your tight cunt, adding another finger as the stretch caused you mild pain which developed into added pleasure throughout your body.

your breath came stuttered, fluttering your eyes open to search for him as your arms looping around his neck to pull him into a passionate kiss, almost bumping your teeth together. Albedo groaned deep into his chest, the muscles in his hand tightening as he added another particular amount of pressure on your glistering cunt. "i can't wait to feel you." his expression seemed flustered, tense, yet he was saying those words totally bluntly, shameless even.

your response died in your throat, unable to come out, your whines becoming louder and more rigit, uneven with a deep desire to climax around his digits. As you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm, your hips stuttered and so did albedo's pace, now rubbing at a particularly sweet spot of yours. Your vision turned blurry, your back arching into his hand when you finally reached your peak. Your whole body was shaking with blood pounding in your ears as you let go of your breathing, collapsing on the soft bedsheets underneath you.

✦ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

tighnari's fingers pushed into your walls, scissoring your tiny hole as you were close to releasing. You were more than delighted by his skilled touches, your legs spreading wider for him. Your mouth was hanging low with moans leaving your lips, your body was torn in between feeling incredibly full by him together with the faint pain of getting stretched open. Tighnari enjoyed how you were throbbing and grabbing onto his digits, your muscles squeezing perfectly around him.

"fuck, you're tight." he admitted, his gaze curiously searching your own but not before admiring your hips thrusting and stuttering into his hand. Your forehead was damp, your brows furrowed as you concentrated on the deep knot developing further in your lower stomach. Tighnari's fingers were dripping wet, your essence doing very well as a natural lubricant while the sinful noises in the room were only becoming louder. "are you close?" he's whispering, moving closer to kiss your cheek before placing yet another loving peck on your lips.

"i'm so close." you're crying out with frantic nods, moaning in tandem, adoring his fingers knuckles deep inside of your poor cunt while he always made sure to retract them every now and then to hit all the spots you loved the most. You whimpered as soon as he picked up the pace again, the coil deep inside of you burning upon snapping abruptly, the wet noises added to the huge orgasm that approached you when you cried out his name in soft chants. Your cunt was puffy and used, the tingling feeling wasn't gone yet while your face told a complete different story, your expression tired but delighted, happy and sinful.

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luveline · 1 year

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wait hear me out.. bodyguard!sirius au 🫣

for you my love (new au let’s goooo) | fem!reader ♥︎ 1.2k

Sirius Black is possibly the worst person in the world they could've chosen to assign as your bodyguard. He's an excellent bodyguard, has proven this swiftly and with finesse on two separate occasions, and still, you struggle to settle under his watch.

He's terrifying. Not because he's a bodyguard, though the lean muscle of his naked arms is intimidating, and he's very tall, but because he's beautiful. Silken black hair that he keeps tied up in a small half-bun behind his neck frames an angular face. He has dark, sweet eyelashes that point straight, and similarly dark brows that seem permanently arched in bemusement.

You feel on pins under his gaze at all times, desperate for him to think the same. Desperate to be beautiful in that same effortless manner.

"Relax," he chides, a hand curled firmly over your bare shoulder.

You don't deny you're tense. He should know by now that you're more often than not in a panic, like your body's made up of frayed nerves.

"Can't we go home?" you ask.

"Afraid not, sweetness."

You watch your mother move across the stage where she's hosting and sigh. "I hate politics."

He laughs. "No, you hate your mother. Politics are important."

"My mother's politics have never once been important," you say. "She should campaign against things that are actually important. Like rising austerity, or the mistreatment of homeless people."

"Now, don't say that," he drawls, his breath warm against your ear. "Think of all those poor pigeons she's saving tonight."

"It's absurd."

Sirius hums. "While I don't think your mother's on the wrong side of things, I agree that her campaign is ridiculous. Every new ordinance puts you at risk."

Your mother's political career is a drop in the ocean, but a couple of months ago she'd managed to draw the attention of one alt-right group in particular. A letter threatening your life had arrived in the mail, and Sirius has been by your side pretty much ever since. You do wish, selfishly, that she would stop this. You're an adult, and you've less privacy than a child now that you're constantly supervised.

"Sometimes, I think she loves pigeons more than me," you mumble.

Sirius laughs, delighted by your joke, and pats your shoulder. His hand burns your skin, you swear. You're gonna look down and see his handprint branded into you.

"You're much prettier than a pigeon, doll. I'd choose you."

Why is his hand on your shoulder? You can't remember. He'd been moving you out of the way, maybe, and forgotten to take it back. You hate that he's touching you, worried he can feel the capering beat of your heart, but you prefer him behind you than in front. He can't see your face, you can't see his.

Like he can read your mind and he hates you, he turns you to face him.

"Shall we go outside for a bit?" he asks.

You blink. Sirius doesn't usually ask you if you want to do things. He may work for your mother but you're still the boss (kind of). He tries to let you do whatever it is you want to do.

"Okay," you say.

He leads you out to the patio with a hand just barely touching your back. Outside, the summer night air is warm, and the sky is a wash of pinks and yellow. It's oddly quiet.

You creep curiously to the stone railing and look down over a perfectly manicured garden, hedges shaped like flamingos and a mosaic veranda surrounding the centrepiece, a marble fountain in the shape of a baby. Rich people spend their money on the damndest things.

"I was hoping you'd feel more comfortable out here."

You sigh as he comes to stand beside you. No hopes of that when he's near.

"But you're tense everywhere we go," he adds.

"'M just tired," you say.

"Are you?" He leans against the railing on his elbows and doesn't look at you. Sirius takes such big gaps between speaking that sometimes you assume he's done. "I have a theory."

You stretch your hands out over the railing, more than enough space between you both. The stone is like pumice, gritty and pocked full of holes. It scratches your palms.

"I think," —he turns his face to yours, expression disarmingly impassive— "I make you nervous."��

You think?

You catch your own smile too late. Sirius sees it too, and his eyes crease as he squints at you mildly. His eyelashes, those dark thickets, meet in the corners. You stare at them, your gaze skipping over his light irises, his unusually large pupils.

He looks rather cat-like.

"I do," he says.

"I– Yeah. Yeah, you make me nervous. Your presence is a reminder, you know, that I'm not safe."

"Ah, but that's not true. You're very safe with me, pretty girl. Haven't I proved that already?" He smirks at you. "No, you're nervous, and it isn't because of my job."

Sirius moves almost lazily. His head tips to one side, a short curl fluttering against his cheek.

"So what is it?"

How do you explain it? He's gorgeous, and his good looks paired with his smooth demeanour leaves you off kilter. You don't mean to be so weird, but your lips move of their own accord.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" you ask him, insecurity much too obvious in your tone.

The smugness he'd been entertaining drains. He stands a little straighter.

"Sorry," you say, cringing. "You don't have to answer, I know it's a loaded question. Uh, I think that's why you make me so nervous, is all. You're really handsome, and I've never been anything special, mum always says it’s a shame they haven’t found a more natural alternative to plastic surgery–“

“What?”

You snap out of your tangent, flushed with heat. “Sorry.”

“Your mum thinks you need plastic surgery?”

“No, but. You know, we’re on TV sometimes, she wants us to look perfect.”

“You are perfect.”

You shrink at his sharp tone, but you realise that it isn’t you he’s directing his anger at. It takes a moment for his statement to sink in, and when it does, you can’t not smile. You cover your mouth to hide it unconsciously.

Sirius doesn’t back down from his declaration, though the anger melts from his expression, leaving behind a chest-pounding earnestness.

“Yes, I think you’re pretty. If that’s what you’re worried about, please. Don’t be.”

Speechless, you nod jerkily, as if a puppeteer controls your movements. Applause sounds loudly from the open patio doors, and Sirius straightens up fully.

“Best go back in, angel. She’ll want pictures.”

Again, you can’t find the words to answer him. His anger at the idea that someone might find you unattractive sloshes around in your head. You're surprised you don’t tip over. Luckily, you have a guiding hand on your shoulder to lead you back inside.

“Perfect pictures,” he says quietly.

#sirius x you #sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius x reader fluff #sirius black imagine #marauders era #marauders #sirius black drabble #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fanfiction #the marauders #bodyguard!sirius black #bodyguard!sirius #sirius black blurb #sirius black

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happybird16 · 9 months

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Barbs

Kitty!Levi x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Levi has a cat dick, hybrids, knotting, oral sex, p in v sex, virginity loss (Levi is a virgin), creampie, smoopy relationship stuff.

Length: 8.2k

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Levi's tongue is rough. It's not quite like sandpaper, but there is an odd texture along the top. Short, fine little barbs that are nearly invisible to the eye jut out from the pink muscle, creating an unusual and slightly gritty sensation.

The first time you'd kissed him - really kissed him, deep and passionate, more than just an anxious peck on the cheek or a shallow lip lock - the texture had caught you off guard. You’d jerked away from him at the unexpected sensation, and Levi had appeared both upset and awkward about it for weeks afterward. Eventually, you had to take matters into your own hands, quite literally, and grab him to kiss him again to show him that it was okay.

Sometimes, it's surprisingly easy to forget that he's different. He’s simply Levi, and all the inhuman parts are just a small fraction of the whole man. Now, as your lips meet and his tongue grazes yours with its unique texture, you find yourself welcoming the distinctive sensation as it smoothly glides against your own.

Groaning, you delve deep into his mouth, savoring the sharp brush of his fangs along the side of your tongue. A guttural sound rumbles deep in his chest, puffing out a hot gust of air against your cheeks. Gently cupping the nape of his neck, you push even further into the heated expanse of his mouth, relishing his taste. It's an intimate exchange, and you can't help but notice that he seems to run warmer than you. His mouth, his skin, every exhale filling your mouth is so warm.

A soft thwack resonates as his tail hits the mattress beside your hip, the motion causing a mild disturbance on the bedspread. The next thwack lands on your leg, his fur soft against the exposed skin of your thigh. He sprawls over you, his spine stretching with feline grace, creating a comfortable weight that presses you into the mattress beneath. His hands explore, a blend of caution and eagerness, finding the patch of bare skin between your shorts and t-shirt. The sharp points of his nails graze your skin ever so slightly, sending shivers down your spine.

“Levi,” you moan into the kiss, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless. Breaking the lip lock, you gasp for air in the humid space between you two.

Wet kisses trail down the column of your neck, each touch a delightful sensation that ignites your senses. This sensual journey is accompanied by the soft lap of his tongue along the well of your pulse. “Mhmm,” Levi hums, the vibration resonating through your skin. “You always taste so good.”

His words, laced with desire, send a rush of warmth through you. The roughness of his tongue against your skin amplifies the sensation, causing your mind to wander to the possibilities of where else his mouth could be working. The thought alone triggers an involuntary jolt of your hips, causing them to roll up into his, the friction igniting a fire within you.

In response, his hips churn into yours with a primal urgency, and the impact sends your head back into the pillow. Seizing the opportunity eagerly, Levi continues to lap at your exposed throat with fervor. “Someone's eager,” he huffs playfully, the huskiness of his voice adding to the intensity of the moment.

“I-” Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your voice betraying your heightened state of arousal. “I missed you,” you manage to explain, your chest heaving against his with each strained breath. Shifting your position, you become aware of a hard, hot pressure pressing into your hip. Adjusting your angle, you deliberately grind into it, evoking a whiney moan from the man above you. “Plus, you're one to talk.”

“Missed you too,” he admits, his voice carrying a hint of longing. Levi is equally breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the rhythmic movement evident even beneath his t-shirt. Having been away on a two-week business trip, he'd only just returned, and finally being together after so long apart intensifies your desire. You had kept in touch through texts and phone calls, but nothing compares to being reunited in person.

His nose flares with a loud huff, and he exhales a warm stream of air onto your neck. “Fuck-” his hips roll into yours again, establishing a needy rhythm. “I can smell you. You smell so good. I can’t wait for a taste.” His words, charged with longing, stir your senses and fuel your passion. “You don't know how many times I fucked my own fist, imagining the taste of you on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” you echo, your own desire resonating in your voice. The awareness that he can detect your pheromones, that he knows your body's response to him, that he's imagined you while pleasuring himself during his time away, adds an intoxicating layer to the experience. The words send your mind into an erotic haze, intensifying your arousal. Instinctively, you grip the short hairs at the back of his head, pulling him up into an urgent, messy lip lock.

Incensed, Levi presses more of his weight onto you, moaning into your mouth. He meets your kiss immediately, delving deep into your mouth with an eager urgency. “You want that, huh?” He breathes, his voice thick with desire. One of his hands ventures, the sharp points of his claws lightly grazing against the fabric of your shorts. His fingers find the crease between your thighs, pressing teasing circles into the fabric just above your clit. The sensation makes you whine, your hips involuntarily jolting in response. “I smell it. You want my mouth against this sweet pussy.”

Yes, yes, yes. You yearn for it. Ache, even. The thought of his slightly rough tongue lapping wetly against your folds, swirling heated circles around your clit. The way he would wrap his lips around your swollen bud, suckling with a fervent hunger. Just the mental image of his head between your thighs, his dark hair tousled and messy, his cute triangle ears tilted towards you to catch even the faintest of sounds, sends your imagination into a wild spiral of desire.

“C-can I-” you struggle to regain your composure, blinking to focus your eyes. Levi’s hair is already tousled, and the usual sharp slits of his pupils have widened, becoming round in his excitement. Your hand ventures, slipping between the two of you to press against the hard line of his erection. There's a dampness there, a tantalizing patch of moisture right where his tip stretches the fabric away from his hip. “You always give. Can this time be about you? Please?”

The two of you have been dating for a little more than six months. After the initial awkwardness of adjusting to dating someone of a different species, your relationship has grown comfortable. You go on dates, spend time at each other's apartments, watch movies, and talk for hours on end. He's even stayed over a few times, though you spend so much time at his apartment that it's almost embarrassing. Today, you even let yourself in -he'd given you his key months ago, a gesture you'd immediately reciprocated- anxiously waiting for him to come home.

However, the physical aspect of your relationship has been strictly one-sided, a fact that worries you deeply. While you appreciate his giving nature, the imbalance aches in your heart. You cherish that he's generous, but you've never even seen him.

His hips jerk into your touch, and you can feel his arousal pulsating even through the layers of fabric. Despite this, the man above you freezes. His shoulders tense, his breath hitching.

Your gaze travels from where he's throbbing against your palm up to his face, catching an expression you've never witnessed before. It appears to be a mix of shock, horror, and anxiety. Concerned, you inquire, “Levi?”

“I-” Levi stammers, his jaw hanging open like a rusty hinge. “I've never-”

“I know-” you respond, perhaps a bit too hastily, given the way his shoulders tense even further. “I mean, I had an idea, considering how you always pull away when I try to touch you. And you mentioned you've never been in a relationship before.”

He sighs heavily, before rolling off of you to face you lying on his side. “And you have…”

“Are you worried that you won't measure up?” you ask, your voice gentle and reassuring. “Levi, I've never felt a connection like this before. It's natural, effortless. I want you for who you are. The rest doesn't matter.”

“I'm not fucking jealous of them. It's not that,” he retorts, shaking his head. “You've never been with a hybrid before.”

Confused, you reply, “Yeah…”

“I’m different,” he states firmly. “Than any of them.”

“Obviously,” you agree softly, voice tinged with fondness. You catch the corner of his ear between your finger and thumb, rubbing a gentle circle into the delicate skin along the inside. The flesh there is thin and particularly sensitive, the fur along the outside heart-stoppingly soft. When you trace your nail along the path of a vein, Levi leans into your touch, emitting a soft purr from deep within his chest.

He'd been so shy about purring at first, trying to resist it even though it's mostly involuntary. But now he purrs for you openly, though a light dusting of pink still decorates his cheeks.

Shaking himself, Levi blinks heavily, struggling to regain focus in his eyes. Brushing away your hand with a flick of his ear, he furrows his brows. “You don't understand. Us hybrids, we're different. I don't want to hurt you.”

Arching an eyebrow, you inquire, “Hurt me? What do you mean?” You find it hard to envision Levi causing you any harm. He's always so considerate and careful around you, always cautious not to leave even the slightest mark. You're aware of his strength, his lithe and muscular physique, his claws and fangs, but the idea of him hurting you feels far-fetched. “I've heard about knots. I- I don't think I'd mind it, if that's what you're worried about.”

“I’m not a fucking mutt,” Levi retorts, a mixture of amusement and annoyance evident in his tone. “It’s different for us cats. We have barbed dicks. There’s a reason why it’s always one and done with cats – it fucking hurts.”

Surprise and disbelief flood your expression as you attempt to visualize what he’s describing. Worry creeps in as your mind conjures up unsettling images. “Barbs? Like spikes?” you ask cautiously, your voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Levi nods, his expression a complex blend of frustration and sadness, his ears tilting back in a sign of his unease. “It’s somewhat similar to the function of knots, locking the male inside to ensure successful mating. The barbs dig in painfully. You’d bleed.” The seriousness in Levi’s gaze is evident, his concern for your well-being palpable. “I don’t want you to experience that. It’s bad enough that I accidentally scratch you with my claws all the time.” To underscore his point, the tips of his claws graze gently along your thigh, a delicate touch that contrasts with the potential harm they could cause.

Curiosity guides your next question, your mind still trying to grasp the concept. “Then why would the females ever want that?”

Levi’s reply is swift, his tone matter-of-fact. “The barbs only come out at the end. Plus, if they’re in heat, they’re too out of it to really notice or care until after.”

“So.. we can't…” He seems deeply frustrated by that fact. Rising, you urge him flat onto his back and shift to hover over him with your thighs straddling his. “That's fine. I don't need to go all the way to be happy with you. There are other things we can do.”

His expression shifts from frustration to a mix of gratitude and warmth, his appreciation for your understanding evident.

“Can I-” Your hand ventures again, sliding along the fabric of his pant leg towards his inner thigh. The muscles there tense beneath your touch. “Can I at least see you?”

Even through the fabric of his pants, you can tell that he's softened a bit during the conversation. Your question elicits a twitch from the bulge, quickly swelling again to push the waistband of his pants away from his stomach. It reveals a tempting line of curly black hairs along his navel. Levi swallows audibly, the movement of his throat evident. “A-are you sure? I don't want to scare you.”

As you speak, you notice that his top is still on, and you quickly move to rectify that. With a gentle tug, you lift the fabric up across his stomach, your eyes searching his for any sign of discomfort or hesitation.

He swallows heavily, his gaze fixed on yours as he nods, his arms lifting helpfully so you can pull the fabric away. Flawless porcelain skin and rock-hard muscles meet your eyes, and you find yourself instinctively smoothing your hand along his frame. Your touch moves up along his pecs, where his skin is marked with sorry patches of pink from his with arousal, then down along his abs, your fingers skimming along the edge of the dark curls that disappear beneath the waistband of his pants.

“Y-yeah. Just—” His fingers tremble against your shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

You unbutton his pants, exercising caution to not touch him too much. He already seems overwhelmed. “Boxers, huh?” you playfully remark, your eyes landing on the grey fabric. “I pegged you as more of a briefs guy.”

“They’re comfortable,” he explains defensively, his voice hitching as your fingers brush over his length.

Bobbing free from the confines of his pants, his cock appears almost normal at first glance. The flushed, dark pink hue hints at his need, and just that shade alone makes your own desire pulse. The tip, however, bears a slightly peculiar appearance. Its flared ridges are thick and wide, and the very top comes to a blunt spike-like point. That looks sort of intimidating, but the sight of familiar creamy white oozing from the tip triggers a pang of want in you.

Glancing back up to gauge his expression, you note just how pink his face is. He looks nervous, but he doesn't look particularly uncomfortable or unsettled. As your fingers trace along the curly hairs just below his belly button, his abdominal muscles tense beneath your touch. “Can I touch you?” you ask, your voice soft and considerate.

“Please,” Levi urges, his voice strained. He keeps his eyes tightly shut, his fangs sinking into his bottom lip as he fights for control. “I’m probably going to cum too fast.”

“No such thing,” you reassure him gently. Encircling him with your palm, your hand can barely encompass his girth. The tip of him just escapes your fist, peaking out swollen and pink. His skin is so warm and soft, almost like velvet against your palm. “God, you’re so adorable. I want to taste you.”

“D-don’t,” he manages, his chest heaving. His grip on the bedsheet on either side of his hips tightens, his claws digging into the fabric. “The barbs. Be careful—”

His cock is already so wet, smeared with the pre-come that's been festering and oozing from his tip for so long. Setting a slow pace, you stroke him, watching his face twist up in pleasure. “I'm the first person to touch you, huh?”

He nods in response, gasping for air. It's thrilling, being the only person to hold his cock other than himself. The first person to see the way the little pin-hole at his tip throbs, dribbling a thick glob of white that you smear with your thumb. The sound he makes is almost a mewl, soft and high. He babbles, hips lurching into your touch and back arching. It's almost like he's trying to wiggle away, all the while still seeking more. “Yours- Yours- ‘m all yours.”

Tugging his boxers down a bit further, you reveal his balls. They're big, plump and round in a way that makes your mouth water. “What about here? I'm the first person to touch you here too?”

“Y-yeah,” he manages. He shudders, body quaking from the tip of his tail to his ears. His face is flushed pink, his hair all messy splayed in a halo across the pillow. “Shit- don't stop -don't stop, please!”

“Have you ever.. explored?” you ask, fingers brushing the swollen flesh. His balls throb, shifting beneath your touch. The skin there is soft and velvety, unbelievably warm just like the hot line of his heavy cock.

“N-not really,” Levi stammers, his voice carrying a hint of insecurity. “I- ah- I don’t like how different I am from n-normal men.”

“Levi…” you say gently, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on the jut of his hip bone. Your touch is meant to reassure him, to convey your acceptance. “You are absolutely normal. More than that, you’re perfect, my unique and wonderful kitty.”

His flush deepens even further at your words, and his eyes hold a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. He shifts slightly under your touch, seemingly caught between the desire to hide and the longing for your closeness. “Yours—” he murmurs, his voice a mixture of a plea and an affirmation, as if he’s declaring his devotion to you in that single word.

“That explains why you’re so sensitive,” you coo, a warm smile gracing your lips as you continue to explore Levi’s body with gentle curiosity. Your fingers dance over his flushed skin with the lightest of touches, tracing intricate patterns that elicit soft gasps and shivers from him. “Is it safe down here?”

By your side, Levi’s tail shudders, the soft fur brushing against your arm as a visual reflection of his heightened arousal. “Yeah,” he moans, his voice slightly strained with pleasure. His eyes, half-lidded and pupils dilated, are fixed on you with a mixture of need and vulnerability. His lips part in a silent plea for more as he surrenders to the sensations your touch is conjuring within him. “The barbs start at the base, just be careful.” Despite his cautionary words, his hips instinctively arch into your touch, a silent invitation for you to explore him further.

The heat radiating from his skin seems to envelop you both, and you’re mesmerized by the raw desire he’s allowing you to witness. Your fingers continue their delicate exploration, trailing down along sensitive skin between his thighs. Gently cupping his balls, your touch elicits a sharp inhale from Levi, his body quivering with anticipation. Pressing another soft kiss to his skin, this time closer to the root of his cock, his breath hitches and he gasps shakily.

Levi’s gaze locks onto yours, his eyes revealing a mixture of vulnerability and intense longing. With each kiss you place along his skin, your mouth creates a trail of warmth and reassurance down toward his base. As you near his balls, you meet his gaze with a reassuring smile, your touch a delicate reassurance amidst the charged atmosphere. “I’ll be careful,” you promise, your voice a soothing melody in the intimate space between you.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he nods, his lips parting in a shaky exhale. The sensations you’re evoking are evident in the way his muscles tense and quiver beneath your touch.

The next kiss lands directly on Levi's left ball, and a sharp gasp escapes his lips. One of his hands comes down urgently, fingers digging into your shoulder as his moans fill the air, his voice a beautiful symphony of need and pleasure. The raw intensity of his reaction ignites a spark of desire within you, a reminder of the power you hold to bring him to the brink of ecstasy with just a simple touch.

The skin shifts enticingly beneath your lips, its subtle movements synchronizing with the heave of his chest. Letting your tongue peak out, you savor the taste of him, an intoxicating blend of musk and salt that leaves an indelible mark on your senses. Levi's response is immediate and visceral—he whimpers loudly, his claws digging into your shoulder as the rush of pleasure courses through his body.

Suckling it between your lips, you alternate your attention to the other side, working smooth circles with your tongue. Levi's response is immediate—he curses loudly, his voice laced with a mixture of pleasure and desperation, his babbling punctuated by your name.

Swirling your tongue, you gather spit. With your mouth now slick from the saliva you've gathered, you rise to let a slow dribble fall onto his cock, making him twitch. As your fingers wrap around his throbbing length once more, you adjust your rhythm, this time moving faster and with a firmer grip, eliciting more profound moans from Levi's lips. The heady mixture of his responses, his vulnerability, and your shared intimacy ignites a fire within you, making you want to take him higher and higher.

His eyes are pinched tight, and his expression is one of utter vulnerability and pleasure. “Keep your eyes closed,” you command in a soft, soothing tone. “Imagine you're inside me, that this is my pussy, tight around you and squeezing you.”

“Shit,” he swears breathlessly, the intensity of the moment affecting his ability to form coherent sentences. “Soft. I bet you're so soft. And warm.”

“Imagine it. Can you smell how wet I am for you?” you whisper, your voice a seductive murmur.

Nodding, his nose flares as he inhales your scent, his senses overwhelmed by the arousing fragrance. “So fucking wet,” he babbles almost mindlessly, caught in the sensations and the vivid mental image you’ve painted for him. “I want it. I want it. Fuck! I'm close.”

Feeling the pulsing rhythm of his cock beneath your touch, you tighten your grip slightly, matching his urgency. “Come for me,” you encourage, your voice a gentle coaxing.

His responses become more urgent and fragmented, his words a series of desperate pleas. “Let go! Let go! Let go!”

Following his urging, you release your grip, watching as his cock throbs against his stomach. The room is heavy with tension, and you're both caught in the intensity of the moment. His body tenses and shudders, and you observe as he surrenders to the pleasure, his release finally washing over him in waves of blissful ecstasy.

His climax is a unique experience, more of a slow oozing than the forceful spurts you’d expected. Only a handful of spurts shoot forth, with one managing to land on your chin. The rest pools down his cock and mingles with the dark hair around its base, creating a glistening mess that coats his stomach.

Levi lays limp, his chest heaving as he recovers from the intense pleasure he just experienced. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and his expression is one of both satisfaction and dazed contentment.

Shuffling up, you reposition yourself, sitting higher on his thighs as you watch his face. He’s still lost in the aftermath, and you’re content to offer him the space and time he needs to come back to himself.

Swiftly swiping at the mess rapidly dripping down your chin, you gather it on the pads of your fingers before bringing them to your mouth. “Mhmm,” you hum eagerly, savoring the taste. Levi’s eyes are barely open, his gaze reduced to tired slits, watching you. The provocative action elicits another reaction from him, his chest heaving as he releases a long, shaky breath.

As Levi struggles to regain his composure, you observe his rapidly softening cock lying limp near your thigh. The barbs that were once hidden beneath his flushed skin are now exposed, sticking out like bristles. They’re scattered all along his shaft with no particular pattern, an intriguing and somewhat intimidating sight. You tentatively press your finger against one of the white spikes near his still-throbbing head, and Levi lets out a long whine in response. They prove to be slightly malleable as you explore, giving way slightly beneath the pressure of your thumb. Even as he softens and his erection shrinks, the barbs remain out, sharp and prominent.

Several minutes pass before Levi is able to speak again. His chest heaves, his gaze foggy and dazed. His fingers find their way to your thigh, tugging lightly at the hem of your shorts. He licks his lips, his voice rough with exhaustion. “I… I want to eat you out, but I don’t think I can move.”

You can't help the soft laugh that escapes your lips. “That’s fine. Tonight was all about you,” you assure him with a warm smile. “And maybe we can make things about you more often from now on?”

He swallows heavily, his voice thick with a mix of emotions. “You’re going to be the death of me.” His hand moves, slow and deliberate as if it takes all of his energy, and he tentatively curls his fingers around your wrist. His mouth opens and closes, struggling to find the right words amidst his fatigue. “There… there is something we could explore… if you’re open to it.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been meaning to bring this up for a while, but I wasn’t quite sure how to approach the topic. And I wasn’t sure if you were even interested in mating.”

The word “mating” hangs in the air, carrying a weight of potential and uncertainty. A mixture of excitement and nervousness settles in your chest as you lock eyes with him. “I am. I want to. I want you. If there are options, I'm open to trying anything.”

Levi shifts slightly, his grip on your wrist tightening as he continues to share his thoughts. “It's a device, something that applies pressure and prevents the barbs from emerging.” He motions vaguely towards his now-soft cock, which rests innocently against his thigh. The barbs have retracted back into his shaft, and with the pointed tip tucked within the sleeve of his foreskin, it looks almost human. “I'll essentially have a knot, like a damn dog,” he grumbles with a hint of frustration. “But I want you. I want you to be mine. My mate.”

His vulnerability tugs at your heartstrings, and the openness in his eyes makes your stomach flutter with anticipation. “I think I'm falling in love with you.” The words slip out without a filter, your emotions laid bare. “Sorry. Damn it.” Heat rushes to your cheeks, embarrassment coursing through you. You roll onto your side, hiding your blushing face in the sheets. “Just forget I said that.”

Levi's touch on your shoulder is gentle, a soothing reassurance. “Hey,” he urges softly, encouraging you to face him again. “Hey, come here.” Your eyes meet, and he cradles your face tenderly, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. “I – fuck, you know I’m shit with words. But I feel the same way.”

“Really?” Emotion swells within you, a mixture of happiness and relief.

“Yeah,” he assures you softly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of earnestness and affection. Tugging gently on your shoulder, he guides your head to rest against his chest, his hand patting your back in a soothing rhythm. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you to move in for weeks.”

A warm chuckle escapes you as you settle into the comfortable embrace. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the sound of his heartbeat a comforting backdrop to the moment. “I basically already am,” you reply playfully, a hint of amusement in your voice. You’ve practically become a permanent fixture in his apartment, your belongings seamlessly blending with his.

As you lay there, nestled against him, a soft rumble of a purr begins to emanate from his chest. The sound is like a gentle vibration, soothing and lulling. “I’ll make an appointment at the Hybrid Center first thing in the morning,” he continues, his voice quiet. “Knowing how the medical system works, who knows how long it’ll take to get the thing.”

“An appointment?” Your curiosity is piqued. “You have to see your PCP?”

“Yeah? How else do you think we'll get it?” Levi pats your back playfully. “We need to get the Barb-Ring as soon as possible. I want to be able to mate you properly.”

“I assumed we could just pick it up at Walmart,” you joke lightly. “Maybe CVS if we're feeling fancy.”

“It has to be custom-fitted,” Levi explains, his voice suddenly serious. “Shit’s going to be embarrassing.”

“I can imagine,” you respond empathetically. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Levi shakes his head slightly. “I'll just bring home the brochure.”

“Brochure?”

It ends up taking several weeks for Levi to secure an appointment with his doctor. The day arrives, bright and early, on an odd Tuesday morning. You wake up to find Levi already pacing anxiously in the entryway, the upcoming experience clearly weighing on his mind. Shortly after he leaves for his appointment, you decide to lighten the mood by sending him a playful text. You attach a few suggestive pictures of yourself along with the message, 'Make sure they get the measurements right' and add a winking emoji. His response comes in the form of a simple frown. Not an emoji, just written out in plain text.

About an hour later, he returns home, his face a bright shade of red. Clutched in his hand is a pamphlet. It turns out to be several pages of images showcasing what appears to be a modified cock-ring. The pamphlet presents various options: different colors, textures, and even single-use rings that come in a variety of flavors. Among the choices are vibrating rings and even a glow-in-the-dark option, which makes you chuckle as you jokingly urge Levi to consider it.

After browsing through the pamphlet together, you both settle on the most basic and reusable ring. While the idea of a vibrating ring is tempting, you decide against it, taking Levi's inexperience into consideration to avoid overwhelming him. Two long weeks after your initial conversation, the order is finally placed. All you can do is wait.

As time passes, you both grow more familiar and comfortable with each other. The transition to living together proves to be seamless, with your daily routines blending effortlessly. You share intimate moments, exploring each other's desires and boundaries. Your collection of toys becomes a shared playground, Levi fucking you with your vibrator in place of his prickly cock. He even introduces you to his own carefully chosen toy—a spine-safe fleshlight—and the sight of him using it for you while you pleasured yourself is a memory you'll savor on long nights while he's away.

Yet, the desire continues to build. With each passing night, the anticipation reaches new heights. And then, after an additional two weeks of longing, the eagerly awaited package is finally scheduled to arrive in the mail.

During your shift, your phone buzzes, and excitement surges through you as you behold an unexpected sight. While Levi often sends you messages during your work hours, this time it's different—a photo. The image captures a nondescript cardboard box resting innocently on the kitchen counter. Overwhelmed by the rush of emotions, you find yourself at a loss for words, responding with a string of incoherent characters. The remaining six hours of your shift stretch out, each minute feeling like an eternity as you're consumed by eager anticipation.

Upon returning home, you find Levi eagerly waiting at the door. His embrace is tight, wrapping around you before you can even shed your shoes or drop your bag. Soft kisses pepper your neck, and the rumbling of his contented purring vibrates against your chest, filling you with a sense of warmth. Holding him close, you share in his excitement, feeling as though this long-awaited moment is almost surreal. “Is this real? I can’t believe this is happening,” you whisper, your disbelief and joy evident.

“It is. Fucking finally,” he affirms, his tongue’s roughness sending shivers down your spine as it traces a tantalizing path along your neck.

Levi continues to purr against your skin, his tongue tracing patterns along your pulse. He's shirtless, clad only in his pajama bottoms -a pair of gray sweatpants that have no business being as hot as they are. Breaking away from his embrace, you kick off your shoes. His hands don't leave you, tugging aimlessly at the bottom edge of your shirt. Your gaze falls on the empty kitchen counter, and you inquire with curiosity, “Where’s the box? Have you opened it already?”

A blush creeps up his face, his ears tilting back shyly as his eyes momentarily avoid yours. “Wait a minute. Are you wearing it?” you ask with an eager grin.

His ears flatten back along his head, an adorable display of embarrassment that doesn't go unnoticed. "I wanted to make sure it works," he admits, his voice carrying a mixture of defensiveness and eagerness.

"During work? How naughty," you playfully tease, a knowing grin spreading across your face. Pulling him close once again, you can feel a distinct hardness pressing into your hip. Despite your banter, you're envious of how Levi occasionally has the opportunity to work from home due to his computer savvy nature. You often can't resist the urge to make the playful joke that he's "good with mice." "And does it?" you inquire with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," he confirms, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "Couldn't get it off though. I've been hard on and off all day."

"I haven't been doing much better. I think my coworkers noticed something was up," you confess, a smirk playing on your lips. Especially since you let out an embarrassing, loud squeal when you received his text. Your eyes hold a playful glint as you continue, "You don't know how tempting it was to use some PTO and come home early."

"You should've. I miss you when you're gone," he admits, the words carrying a tender weight that makes your heart tighten in your chest, as though someone's gently squeezing it. “Plus, you work too hard. That place doesn't deserve you.”

"And what do I say? 'I'm sorry, I have to go home, my cat misses me'," you reply, mimicking an apologetic tone, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

"Hey," Levi responds with a soft chuckle, his tail wagging behind him in feigned frustration. "I think I'm more than just a house cat." His eyes lock onto yours, filled with affection and a touch of mischief.

"You're right. You're absolutely right," you admit with a warm smile, leaning in to press your lips against his. His hand reaches up, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of your head as the kiss deepens. Your fingers graze his cheek softly, and then you pull back slightly, a playful glint in your eye. "Did you cut your nails?" you inquire with a teasing tone, a hint of mischief in your voice.

“Yeah,” he admits, suddenly a touch timid, his head slightly ducked. “I thought it might help things go a bit smoother.” You pout mournfully, looking at the rounded, blunt edges of his nails. “Don’t worry, they’ll grow back,” he quickly reassures you, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I'll miss them," you admit, a faint frown tugging at your lips as you trace your finger along the clipped edge of his thumbnail. The gesture holds a mixture of affection and concern, a reflection of your feelings. You hate that he feels the need to change a part of himself for your sake, a sentiment that's clear in your eyes and your touch.

"Just for this time," he assures you with a soft whisper, his voice carrying a comforting tone. Leaning up, his nose gently brushes against your cheek, and he leaves a tender kiss there. "I wanted this time to be special," he explains, his words filled with sincerity and a touch of vulnerability, conveying his heartfelt intention to make this moment unique and cherished for both of you.

"Okay," you sigh, a mixture of emotions in your tone. Gently lifting his hand, you guide it to cup your cheek, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his palm. "I appreciate the thought," you add, conveying your gratitude for his consideration.

With the grip of his hand against your face, he tugs you closer, aligning your bodies more closely. The kiss that follows is a blend of passion and urgency, a simmering heat that ignites between your lips as his tongue explores your mouth with a fervent intensity.

"I can't wait to be inside you," he murmurs against your lips, his words laced with a raw desire that sends shivers down your spine. Urgency takes over as he tugs at your clothing, his movements driven by a passionate impatience. Your own senses blur as you reciprocate, a fierce intensity guiding your actions. In a dizzying rush, you find yourselves stumbling onto the softness of the mattress, Levi's weight pressing down on you.

He kisses you with an almost primal hunger, his lips and tongue exploring yours as if he's trying to consume every part of you. The sensation is electric, igniting a fire that courses through your veins, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. His hips lurch into yours, the hot and heavy line of his cock rubbing right across your clit.

"Fuck," you wheeze, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your head falls back, exposing your neck to him. The sensation of his lips on your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but arch your back, your nails lightly dragging along the smooth skin of his back. Your hips move with an instinctual urgency, grinding back against him. "I don't think I'm even going to need any prep-work. I've been wet for hours," you admit with a husky breath, desire lacing your voice.

Somewhere between the entryway and the bed, your top has vanished, leaving your upper half bare against his warm chest. Your breasts press enticingly against him as your chest heaves with each labored breath. Your pants, however, still cling to your lower half, a detail that adds a frustrating edge to the building pleasure. The rhythmic grinding continues, a steady and intense friction that leaves you craving more.

"I'm gonna fuck you open with my fingers anyways," Levi responds, his voice a low, lustful murmur. "I didn't clip my nails for nothing."

You gasp, your hips jerking in response. “Please,” you beg, the urgency evident in your voice. “Ah, fuck- just get on with it already then.”

“Always so needy,” he playfully teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Rising up on his hands, Levi swiftly shifts his focus to tug your pants down. Your hands join his, your hips lifting in a rush of anticipation as you both work together to undo the button and push the fabric down.

“Shut up,” you retort with a grin, a playful edge to your tone. “Like there isn’t already a stain on the front of your sweats.” You can't see it, but you know you're not wrong.

“Shit, you’re soaked,” he breathes, his eyes locked on the dark fabric at the crotch of your underwear. Tugging the fabric to the side, the heat in his gaze causes a pleasurable shiver to course through you, your body responding to his intensity. “So pretty,” he adds, his voice a husky murmur, as he continues to watch you with a hunger that leaves you throbbing openly under his scrutiny. “Are you that excited for my cock?”

“Y-yeah,” you admit shakily. He tugs the material down. Two fingers swipe one long path between your folds, gathering up the copious slick there to swirl a quick rhythm into your clit. “Ah- Levi- fuck-”

"Can't believe I've never put my fingers in you before," he murmurs, the anticipation evident in his tone as he presses the tips of his fingers teasingly along the rim of your entrance. "How many do you want? Two? Three?"

"Two," you urge him, your voice carrying a mixture of need and impatience. "Start with two."

His fingers slip inside effortlessly, the sensation a blend of stretch and fullness as they curl curiously within your velvety walls. "Fuck, you're so soft," he groans appreciatively, his voice a husky whisper filled with desire. "I can't wait to feel it."

He sets a dizzyingly fast rhythm, each movement driving you further into a haze of pleasure.

Your hands work swiftly, tugging down the band of his sweats to release his cock. The dark black Barb-ring is wrapped snugly around the base, a striking contrast against his flushed skin. It makes him look even thicker, the tip of his shaft flushed a deep red that looks almost painful. "Can you cum with that on? It looks tight," you inquire, your curiosity mingling with your own arousal as you take in the sight before you. It looks far too much like a cock-ring.

“Probably too quickly,” he admits with a breathy chuckle.

“I’m—ah—nhgg, I’m pretty keyed up too,” you assure him, your words punctuated by a gasp as the sensation of his fingers continues to drive you closer to the edge.

Your hand wraps around him, fingers sliding along his length as you match the rhythm of his fingers thrusting within you. The wetness he’s been leaking for who-knows-how-long makes his shaft slick and shiny beneath your touch.

He throbs, heavy and thick in your palm. “I—shit—ah—I don’t think I can wear a condom like this. I can pull out if—”

“No!” you quickly cut him off, your response firm and unwavering. “No, I want you to cum inside.”

"Shit—Yeah?" he responds, his expression dazed as he envisions the scenario. As a third finger joins the others, stretching you further, a sensation of fullness spreads through you. "You want that? My cum in you?" he asks, a mixture of amazement and desire in his voice.

"Fuck—" you gasp, your own desire mingling with a touch of disbelief. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it for months."

"Months?" he questions, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Me too," he admits with a husky chuckle. Slowly pulling his fingers free, he uses his tongue to lap at the cum coating his digits. "I've been imagining it, my seed leaking out from your little hole. I wonder how it'd taste."

“I can't wait any longer.” Shifting slightly, he positions himself at your entrance, the oddly thick and pointed tip of him teasing your rim. "Are you ready?"

You nod, tugging at his shoulders to encourage him to lower his chest against yours. "How do you want to do this? Since I'm more experienced, I can ride you if that's more comfortable."

"No, I want to fuck you like this," he insists, determination in his voice. Rubbing the tip of himself back and forth along your slick folds, he gradually enters you, the stretch and fullness making you shudder at the sensation. He fills you inch by inch, the pace agonizingly slow yet incredibly intense.

"Shit-shit-shit," Levi chants almost thoughtlessly, his eyes tightly shut. The muscles along his shoulders tense and the grip on your hips tightens, his body reacting to the overwhelming pleasure. "You're so—fuck—god!"

"Ah—oh!" Your moans echo his, the pleasure intensifying as he pushes deeper. He might not be overly long, but his width stretches you impossibly wide. It's almost too much. It's a level of fullness you’ve never experienced before, and the overwhelming sensation leaves you gasping for breath.

With his length finally buried to the hilt inside you, Levi stills, his eyes clenched shut as he adjusts to the sensation. His expression reflects his overwhelming pleasure, his mouth slightly agape in a breathless 'o'. His fingers tremble on your hips, a mix of awe and desire evident in his touch. "Fuck, I'm definitely not gonna last long," he admits with a ragged breath, his admission a mixture of exhilaration and the intense need to hold back his climax.

Seeing him overwhelmed only pushes you closer to the edge, your own desire building with each passing moment. Involuntarily, your hips roll against his, making him gasp as he slips out of you by just an inch.

"Shit," he mutters, his eyes fixed between your bodies as he observes himself sliding out, the glistening skin of his cock wet and slick, threads of moisture stretching and clinging to him. "Look at that. It's like you don't want to let me go."

A surge of need courses through you, and your hips jolt again, the sensation of your wet entrance clinging to him driving you wild. "Levi! Please!" you plead, your voice a mix of desperation and longing.

With a deep groan, his hips snap forward to meet yours. The pleasure rockets through your body, your head falling back and your back arching as you feel him pressing into you fully. You're acutely aware of the press of his balls against the crease of your ass, adding to the overwhelming sensation. He sets a rapid, frantic pace that leaves you gasping, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Fuck—you're so fucking soft. Tight and fuckin’ perfect. And wet," he groans, his voice laced with desire and amazement. "Do you hear that?"

You do. The sound of him thrusting into you is a symphony of lust—wet, filthy, and so incredibly loud that it reverberates in your ears, your body throbbing around him in response. Moans tumble from your lips, your senses consumed by the raw pleasure of the moment.

Reaching between the two of you, his thumb begins to work dizzying circles into your clit, adding a new layer of stimulation to the already intense sensations. "I'm close! I'm gonna cum," he breathlessly admits, the anticipation evident in his voice. "Gonna fill you up so much that you'll be dripping."

The intensity of his words pushes you right to the edge. So close to climax that you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue. “Fuck- I’m close too! I- I need-” you manage to utter amid moans and gasps, your desperation palpable. The intensity of your need leaves you almost breathless, every nerve in your body alight with anticipation. “-bite me! Bite me- Bite me- I need it!”

In response, he sinks his fangs slightly into the skin of your pulse, just where your neck meets your shoulder. The slight pain propels you beyond the brink, and you shatter into a powerful climax. The pleasure that courses through your veins is electric and all-consuming, every muscle in your body tensing before surrendering to the ecstasy. Your climax arrives with a force that seems to wash away everything but the raw, primal sensation coursing through you. The power of the release leaves you gasping, your body trembling helplessly against his as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

Your name spills from his lips in a drawn-out moan, a symphony of pleasure and need. His throbbing inside you intensifies, and you can feel the base of him, likely the barb-ring, swelling wide. The sensation stretches the ring of your entrance almost painfully as his hips begin to stutter, a clear sign that he's on the brink of his own climax.

Burying his face into your neck, Levi presses heavily against you, his lips finding purchase on your sweaty skin as a hot, primal moan escapes his mouth. The following noise sounds like the air is punched out of his chest, a long whine bathing your neck in warmth. His hips jerk involuntarily, his fingers shuddering on your hips as he rides out his orgasm. In the throes of pleasure, he manages to push himself somehow deeper, his movements guided by a carnal need to feel every inch of his swollen shaft against your slick walls. The swollen bulb at the base of his cock stretches your entrance wide as he works it all the way past the threshold.

He shudders against you, the aftershocks of his climax coursing through his body as he pours his warmth into you. The sensation of his cock lurching inside you, the heat of his release filling you, creates a heady mix of pleasure and connection that leaves you both breathless. His climax extends and amplifies your own, the pleasure of it intense and almost blindingly sharp.

Afterward, Levi's body goes completely limp, his weight heavy and relaxed against you. The room is filled with the sound of your ragged breaths, chests rising and falling in tandem as you both struggle to catch your breath. The intensity of the moment leaves you both spent and sated.

You're the first to somewhat recover, your touch gentle as you softly pat his back, offering a comforting gesture as he comes down from the height of pleasure. The silence envelops you both, a soothing stillness that contrasts with the frenzied passion that had consumed you mere moments ago.

A soft rumbling breaks the silence, the rhythmic hum of Levi's purring vibrating into your torso. The post-orgasmic contentment is palpable as he stretches languidly, his movements limited by the fact that you're still intertwined. With a happy sigh, Levi nuzzles into your neck, the sensation accompanied by a soft, contented hum. "Mate," he coos, his voice tired yet filled with happiness, slightly rough from the exertion. "I love you."

His words hang in the air, a profound declaration that catches you off guard. Your breath hitches at the weight of his confession. He's never said it before, not out loud. You wind your fingers into his hair, guiding him up to meet you for a slow and tender kiss. "I love you too," you respond, fighting to keep your voice even.

#levi x reader #kitty!Levi #tw; hybrids #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #n.sfw #levi/reader #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader smut

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venerex · 2 years

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very nice

pairing: scoups x gn!reader

words: 690

warnings: none. this is just fluff after sex.

a/n: listen i don't know what happened here. this isn't smut it's just suggestive. hi @97-liners!

"there a reason why you're feeling up my back?"

you giggle at seungcheol's words, smiling against his shoulder.

many things have changed during the course of your relationship with seungcheol - the two of you know each other better than ever, and have managed to somewhat perfect the art of communication and compromise - two things you'd argue are necessary for a relationship to work. some things haven't changed in the years though, like how there are long stretches of time where you don't get to see each other due to conflicting schedules, and how each reunion is inaugurated by sex - hot, messy, desperate sex - followed by hours where you lay in each other arms and talk about everything and nothing, basking in the comfort that the other's physical presence provides.

so predictably, here you are - lying in your boyfriend's arms and catching him up on recent life updates (for the second time, he already knows most of it from your calls and texts - ah, modern technology), giggling at every kiss he steals while you're talking. at some point, your hand started drawing patterns on his back, feeling up the muscle that has built up from the many hours seungcheol has spent at the gym.

"i guess i am", you press your fingertips slightly, smiling slyly at his slight intake of breath, "can't help it, you have a nice back".

"do i?", he murmurs, letting you maneuver his body so he's lying on his stomach, half your body resting on his back.

"yeah", you trail your fingers down his back, fingernails scratching very lightly, "very nice".

"that's what you said about my tits", he grumbles, "do you say that about anything?"

"just anything about you", you scoot closer to whisper in his ear, one leg thrown over both of his, "i think everything about you is very nice", you run your lips lightly over the lobe of his ear, chuckling against the soft skin when he whimpers, "i think you're very nice".

"so cheesy", he retorts, soft pink rising up his neck, "you're so cheesy".

"you love it", you press a kiss at below his ear, murmuring against his skin, "i love you".

"i love you too, fuck - ", he twitches when your fingertips reach his butt, scratching lightly, "tickles, babe".

you giggle, leaving one light scratch before relenting and moving your hand up, shifting to press kisses on his back. it's quiet then, just the sound of your pecks against his skin and his sighs filling up the room, your hands now massaging his muscles.

"i think i need to work on my grip strength", you muse, feeling your hands cramp up, "i can barely put any pressure".

"i think your grip strength is perfect", seungcheol turns his head to the side and pipes in, his smile audible.

"oh god", your hands pause, your lips moving to nip at his ear, "that was so bad, choi seungcheol".

"hey", he whines, finally turning around and wrapping his arms around you, "don't call me that".

"what, your name?"

"my full name", he pouts, "you know i don't like it".

"fine, scoups".

"no, stop that", he moves a hand to hold your jaw, making you meet his mock-serious eyes, "call me what you call me".

your smile stretches to meet his fingers on your cheek. he really does make it so easy.

"daddy?", you whisper.

"no, fuck - ", he groans, "baaabe".

"fine", you relent, your attention moving towards the thigh he's slotted between your legs, "cheol", you lean in to kiss him, "baby", another kiss, "love".

"fuck, i love you", his hands weave in your hair, his leg pressing up against your core while his lips envelope yours.

out of all the things that have changed during your relationship, your favorite is probably how familiar and comfortable the two of you have become, and how neither of you is afraid to lean into it - whether at restaurants where you remember each other's preferences, or during late-night calls where you're not afraid to call the other out on unhealthy habits, or in moments spent in bed, where you embrace the silliness.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

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callmissrogers · 3 months

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There For His Girl | Steve Rogers x Reader One Short

Summary: Y/n has reached her limit. Work has been difficult. People have been short, and some just mean. It all brings her back to her childhood, and right now, she just wants to pretend to be ok. So determined to pretend she tries to push her concerned husband away.

WARNINGS ⚠️ This contains mentions of a toxic relationship with the reader's mother and quotes some of their arguments. If this is a trigger for you, please DO NOT proceed. It also contains angst, fluff, and comfort. Also, very little editing and wrote on my phone.

Steve Rogers x wife reader

Word count: 1,370

Notes: The next part in the That's My Girl series will be going up today or tomorrow. I was feeling the need for some comfort myself, so this is what I wrote. Hope you like it!

Y/n slammed the door, tears streaming down her face she pressed her back into the wall and slid down until she was a small ball on the floor.

"Why do I do this?" She sobbed hating herself.

Y/n had had a rough few days. It seemed like no matter what she did or said, people were short with her. Everything was going wrong, and after one mistake, which led to a snarky backhanded compliment from Tony Stark himself, well, Y/n was done. Usually, it didn't get to her like this anymore, but her emotions frayed to a breaking point.

Her dad always told her she wore her heart on her sleeve but she just thought her mom was right and that instead of enduring this made her a nuisance.

Why should she be so bothered when people utter unkind things to her?

Why can't she pull herself together?

"You're always start crying! Stop trying to make me feel bad"

"You're stabbing me in the back by trying to do something different"

"Don't you know I need you here? Stop thinking about yourself and making everything harder on me"

This and many other instances where y/n would be belittled, ridiculed, screamed at, lectured for two hours at 1 in the morning, and reduced to making herself as small and as unseen as possible while being a sobbing mess, had made her what she is today.

Too sensitive. At least that's what she told herself at times like this.

And why couldn't she just talk about it like a normal person instead of blowing something trivial out of proportion?

Literally five minutes ago....

Steve had come home the night before. Poor guy had been so tired that he fell asleep in uniform on the couch.

Y/n had been carefully tiptoeing around the kitchen so as not to accidentally wake him up. Intending to surprise him before heading to work.

She was supposed to be going over mission plans with Vision today. This was the kind of work that excited her. None of the agents would bother them while they were working, which meant that she could just disappear for the day.

She platted up breakfast and carried it over to set it on the coffee table in front of the sleep soilder.

Tho he didn't actually wake up until she set down his mug of coffee.

Eyes fluttering open he peered up at her groggyily. "Hi" He mumbled, pushing himself upright. "Hey sleepy head." Y/n said, trying to make her voice sound chipper.

Steve sighed contentedly as he stretched out his muscles before standing up.

"Mind if I go change clothes before I enjoy this masterpiece?" He asked. Y/n turned to face him, attempting to smooth down his wild bedhead and then said, "Go ahead"

He was back a matter of moments, settling down next to her and drinking deeply from his coffee.

"Thank you for this," He sighed leaning over and gently kissing her on the cheek. Y/n just nodded, trying to keep her mind on a healthy track she focused on eating.

"Did you sleep well?" Steve asked. Taking another bite, she thought about lying and telling him that she had had the best night sleep.

"Sorta" She said trying to stiffle a yawn. "What does sorta mean?" Steve asked turning to look at her. "Nothing really. I'm good! Nothing some strong coffee won't fix."

Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, making her look at him. He studied the dark circles, the faint tint of bloodshot in her eyes, how she held herself and her fiddling hands.

"Hm," He said, his voice low in his chest.

Y/n knew exactly what he was doing, shaking his hands off her shoulders and standing up she said, "I should probably get ready for work."

Steve stood up, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. "Y/n, you look exhausted." "I'm fine" "You're twirling your hair, which means you're not telling the truth." "Steve, c'mon I don't have time for this" "Y/n, it looks like you've been crying" She pulled his hand off her wrist and started to walk away from him, "I'm going to work." "Sweetheart, please just tell me what's - " "Steve! Please just listen to me and leave me alone!" She yelled, cutting him off. She ran off to the bedroom, and that's when the door slammed.

Steve stood there a moment, thinking about honoring her request and leaving her be. But his protective nature overtook him and he decided that the best thing to do would be to be there for his girl.

In the bedroom.

Y/n sat against the wall still crying into her hands, body trembling, thinking hateful thoughts about herself.

She heard Steve knock on the door, saying "Sweetheart, can I come in?"

When she didn't answer him, he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

She could feel him kneeling down in front of her, "Sweetheart," He whispered, trying to tuck her hair behind her ear to which she only buried her face further.

The next thing that happened, was Steve scooping her up into his arms and settling down in the arm chair that sat in the room.

Somehow this just made her cry more.

"Oh honey, come on now. Take a deep breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth." He soothed.

After about ten minutes of this, her crying settled down, breath becoming rhythmic.

Once he was sure that she had calmed down enough to be able to communicate with him, he asked his voice low and rumbling through his chest, "Do you wanna talk about what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

She nodded against his shirt. "Everything" she gasped. "Everything?" He asked, pulling her back so he could look her in the face. Dabbing away the leftover tears.

"I'm too emotional. Everything the last few days just hurts. I let everything get under my skin... I just. . Lately, people and Stark are just mean, or maybe I'm just too sensitive.. and now I've yelled at you, too." She said, trying to get up.

"Now hold on a minute, " He cooed, keeping her in place.

"What did Tony say?" "Nothing. I messed up and he was being sarcastic, but I'm such a mess that it hurt" she said her voice breaking. "Alright. Listen to me. One, you are not too emotional. The world tells everyone to button up and be cynical. You, my dear, are a light in all that mess. You do care and that's a very good thing -- I don't want you to listen to anyone that would belittle that, ok?" He asked getting a slow, uncertain nod in response. "Ok. Secondly, people can be mean, especially Stark. People also have power trips and want to pull people down to make themselves feel stronger or better. This means there's one thing you can always be certain of: Do you know what that is?" "What?" "They're wrong. Anyone who would belittle you to make a point or to win an argument or for any other reason, is just a bully." "But what if-" "ah. No what ifs. Thirdly, and this one is the one that's most important of the three." "Then why'd it come last?" She asked clearly beginning to feel a little bit better if she could tease him now. Steve simply rolled his eyes and continued,

"I want you to remember that when you're upset, you can always talk to me. No matter how silly it might make you feel, your feelings are safe with me." "Steve I just yelled at you for no rea-" "No. You had a reason. You were upset. I can see that and you know what that means? It means I can take it too. When I put this ring on your finger," He said taking her hand in his and running a finger across her knuckles. "I signed up for this. I'd rather have you get emotional than bottle things up and hide them from me."

Y/n looked down at their still intertwined hands and then back up at him. Nodding again and breathed out an "ok"

"Ok." Steve replied, giving her his usual comforting smile and kissing her forehead.

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sensei-venus · 4 months

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A First For Everyone~ (Chubby!Reader/Robby/Demetri)

(Unedited) (Reader watches her boyfriends, boyxboy, Anal, Sex Toys, Dry Orgasm, First Time)

Random thought I had while reading some of the old monster dick Demetri stuff. What about where Reader and Robby are together at first but then they bring Demetri into their relationship. Reader is the first one to actually have sex with him and it was a huge event.

But then it's Robby’s turn one day and it's like wow.

Demetri is surprisingly not that embarrassed over it. After having sex with Reader a few times he's no longer as nervous or embarrassed as he use to be. He's not overly confident but he's not backing out or getting scared over the idea of having sex now. He's been craving to fuck Robby by now. Of course he had given him a few hand jobs during the relationship, sucked him off a few dozen times.

But Demetri had yet to actually fuck his ass.

Robby is a little nervous when Reader whips out a plug one day before they all go to work. It's not huge but it's definitely big enough to give him a nice long burn. But with the help of some nice morning head along with a generous amount of lube and work, the plug pops in and starts working to stretch his ass. It's uncomfortable at first but both Reader and Demetri tell him it will lessen over time. So he goes to work, the big metal plug helping to work his ass open for later on.

After a long day of work the fun begins.

Robby's ass is completely stretched and the need to have the plug out is starting to scratch at his mind.

They end up all naked on their shared bed, Robby face down with his ass up. Demetri pulls out more lube. Spilling some on the base of the plug so it drips down to Robby’s tight ring. He gently starts to play with the toy. One hand grips one of his thick ass cheek while the other gently pulls at the plug. He moves it back and forth, pushing and pulling it in and out of the boys asshole. Robby can't believe the noise he makes. He didn't even think about how having the toy stuck up his ass all day would make him so sensitive.

Demetri’s dick just gets harder and harder the more he plays with the shorter boy.

Both Reader and Demetri are in awe as they watch Robby’s ass play with the metal object. Ever so slightly the toy is pulled back by a inch or so only to be sucked back in. It's no surprise that it takes a hard tug to get his ass to let it go. Robby yelp at the bringing and sting of the object being pulled out of him. But Demetri can't hold in the loud moan that leaves him. Watching the way Robby’s once tight hole now gapes. It sits wide open, the ring of tight muscles around his entrance stretched for the moment. Held completely open on its own.

It twitches a little but continues to stay wide open for them. Demetri pulls both of his cheeks apart to get a better view along with Reader. Amazed at what they are witnessing.

Demetri lubs his fat dick up with the help of a few long pumps. Making sure he's all wet so he can finally get a piece of Robby’s sweet ass. He gets up on his long legs and knees and pulls Robby closer to him. It only takes a moment for him to line up his dick to Robby’s spent hole. Every so slowly he pushes in, but there is little to no resistance at all. At first, there is no real force in his ass. The first few inches he slides in with no problem and it has Robby whimpering.

By the time he's at the half way end Robby is groaning in pleasure. His ass finally starts to catch up with the rest of his body. He tightness up once he meets the halfway point.

His eyes start to roll back and his toes curl with every new inch he takes. The feeling of Demetri’s body over his starts to make him all fuzzy feeling. Not to even mention the feeling of having his prostate tapped very few seconds from Demetri’s shaft.

Demetri tried his best to go as slow as he can to bring some kind of comfort to the guy. But the feeling is just good for him to stand. His hands grip at Robby’s tight waist, digging in as he slammed home. His dick slid all the way in, his toned pelvis’s hitting his soft ass perfectly. He grunted and leaned over the smaller boy.

That was all it took to have Robby’s eyes rolling back into his skull. The sound he made was almost inhuman. A mix of a scream and moan flew from his lips. He had never felt something like this in his whole life. He was so full and felt so good. His thighs shook and his mind was completely and utterly gone.

With that his dick went off like a fire house.

His orgasm rocked through his whole body, a mix of fire and ice through his veins.

In a matter of moments his body gave way and flopped down onto the bed. The cum puddle under him meant nothing, it spread over her dick and stomach as it started to slowly seep into the sheets below. It was sticky against his warm belly the feeling alone had him whimpering.

“Did he just-“

“I think he did.”

Demetri wanted to finish himself off but the sharp turn of events had him rethinking. He pulled out with no second thought. His dick twitched even more once he was free. He couldn’t help but watch his boyfriend in awe. The mess he made was starting to stain over the sheets below. It made his gut clench just at the sight. His dick spilled a bit more precum just from looking at him.

Reader watched in awe from the side. Her eyes big and sparking while she looked at her two boyfriends. Pussy throbbing at the sight before her eyes. She loved watching her boys play with each other. This was so different, the sight before her had to be the hottest thing she had ever seen them do together. Her voice shook in pure awe “Robby I can’t believe you just came! All from having Demetri bottom out oh my god!”. Slowly she started to play with her wet folds. The scene before her was just too arousing.

Robby could only whimper out a none audible word. His hole was still twitching, spasming around nothing. His whole body shook as his orgasm started to drop. The high begins to fade into nothing, and his body starts to cool down.

After it started to pass he was flipped over.

The other two taking turns “cleaning up” his mess with their tongues~

He moaned out with every new lick from them. Their eyes shut tight as he enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of in such an intimate way.

He loved this more than anything else and he couldn’t wait to try this again soon.

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eisa-core · 5 months

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I would like to request going seventeen ( insomnia-zero II #1) episode 29

[GOING SEVENTEEN] EP.29 불면제로 II (Insomnia-Zero)

🌟 Insomnia-Zero returns 🌟 in all it's meme-making glory!

With their cringy pasts being unearthed right there, who will maintain their cool and succeed in clocking out of work?!

«Okay! insomnia-zero season 2. Hoshi's insomnia-zero!»

Hoshi immediately began speaking energetically as soon as the staff started recording his show, Insomnia-zero: trying to keep calm, your heartbeat relatively low, while others disturb you by exposing your 'secrets' or by being, as usual, silly.

«It took longer than we expected to start the 2nd season» - Woozi continued along with Hoshi.

«That's right. But there's a reason for this: in fact, for season 2, the rules have been upgraded» - Hoshi continued presenting the new rules in the same initial tone. For Daisy this was new, in the first season of 2020, she had not been able to participate along with Seungcheol, but she had caught up with the episode and she was afraid she would not be able to go home that day.

«Let's start» - Hoshi finished introducing the new rules to the viewers, cubics and carats, and with a cut to the scene, the staff had started to place the bed and pillow, putting the heart rate meter on each person.

«Daisy, you weren't there the first time. How about we get started with you?» - Dokyeom pushed her into the middle but fortunately he didn't want to make her the first victim of the game, rather, the first to expose the secrets of... Mingyu.

Mingyu already embarrassed and aware of what was in store for him got under the covers, knowing that Daisy was not as much of an angel as she might have appeared.

«Oh you know, during Insomnia-Zero 1... I wasn't there. But I wanted to talk about what happened at a concert back in the days.» - Daisy sat back comfortably including the others to humour her with what she was going to say, it seemed like it wasn't something "new" at all.

«Oh that's legendary!» - Seungkwan added. «It was a concert abroad! He used to lift up his shirt to show off his abs!» - Daisy continued making everyone laugh, including the lighting technician who was playing behind them... yes new rules.

«And now that we can't do concerts, the only way we can meet our fans is during fansigns» - Daisy continued enthusiastically, Seungkwan next to her loved being able to add details about it.

«There's a very short span of time where we're outside and bodyguards with us leading the way» - «Exactly! And Mingyu in those five seconds-» - Daisy paused as just imagining the scene she wanted to describe was amusing. «He's stretching his biceps» - She concluded and then threw her back to the floor, shuffling her feet in embarrassment for her friend, who was squinting his eyes trying not to wake up.

Perhaps it was better for him, or he would have witnessed Seungkwan's super spot-on imitation. «Mingyu likes to show off» - Dokyeom added continuing with the muscle imitation. «야! people will think i'm a pervert!» - Mingyu could finally stand up and 'defend' himself, pointing a finger at Daisy who was flicking tongues at him.

«Go you now our dear princess» - Mingyu was looking forward to nothing more than being able to take revenge, but what could be expected from the only two aries in the group?

Daisy wanted to disappear now, her heart pounding just at the idea of having to participate in the game.

«It's time to reveal something that all of us have kept from you, even Jun and Minghao» - Jeonghan took the initiative, also naming the two members who were absent that day, and who he knew very well are the two members who never hide anything from little Hyejin.

«Carats, as you well know our dear Daisy is very obsessed with coffee» - Seungkwan continued. «Well coming from you...» - He was immediately interrupted by Woozi who, with this comment, made him roll his eyes. «It's her turn, not mine!» - He sulkily defended himself, Daisy giggled under her breath hearing the chaos they were already creating.

«Anyway, I was saying, she's obsessed with coffee, so for her birthday we had given her a coffee machine, she loved it, she used it every day» - Daisy feeling the memory of her beloved gift had brought her hands to her breast. «It's time to reveal why the coffee machine broke. I know, you think it was an internal fault but it wasn't...» - Daisy hearing these sentences opened her mouth wide, already not caring about how she was supposed to keep calm.

«It was Moon Junhui... he started clicking a thousand buttons until smoke came out and it stopped working» - The name of the culprit had been said under the laughter of the others, who watched poor Daisy inwardly weeping at the loss of her precious object. At the moment of the wake-up call she considered her 'sleeping' time to be over, she jumped up and walked straight towards the main camera. «Moon Junhui! Count your days!» - She put her hands to her hair shocked. «Are you watching this Jun? Stay in China! Don't come back here!» - She was obviously offended, but in a joking way.

«It is time to announce who can go home» - The pd-nim after all the members had gone through the "terrible sleep" waited to hear their names called. And so it was for all but Woozi, Mingyu and Daisy. Woozi had failed after there was a talk of his pride and a made-up story about (not pink boxers) but his Hercules-like muscles.

[After some no-holds-barred talk 'in front' of their backs, ASMR! Insomnia-Zero II, now with breathing techniques! Who will be the last member to stay awake?]

«Okay so with our ambiguous Mingyu, our Woozi who denies being a winner and our Daisy who lost her favourite svt member along with her coffee machine, let's begin the last round.» - Woozi huffed as he got used to these last sentences from Hoshi, it was the second time he had failed to come home in the four rounds. And that was what he hated the most. Daisy also, she never could stand asmr, especially she couldn't conceive how this could help her fall asleep, it only annoyed her.

[Hoshi's Mukbang; Hoshi's debut show starts] [Ramen Asmr]

«Oh Gosh.. Oh God.. this look so» - Woozi started to say and was interrupted by Mingyu and Daisy simultaneously «Good» - «Disgusting».

Hoshi continued to deliciously eat his pot of hot noodles, also chewing some kimchi and leaving very ambiguous comments such as "Mmm" "Aaah" every bite.

«Okay this is going too far» - Daisy could no longer continue, it was like torture. She stood cross-legged taking off her headphones. «Oh! Daisy's up! Let's interrupt the timer and calculate the results.» - Hoshi carried on with the last scene of the episode, which could give either obvious or shocking results. No one really understood what was the best method to keep a calm pace.

«In the meantime, tell us how you feel. Mingyu?» - «I feel ambiguous, I feel weird, but I'm confident i'm sure I will win» - He said giving Daisy, the one who led him to lose the previous rounds, a bad tongue. «Woozi?» - «I'm confident I will lose» - He replied bluntly and now abandoned to the fortunes of his fate with this type of Going Seventeen. «Daisy?» - «I'm hopeful that Woozi will lose too» - He answered the question with a wink at Woozi, in reality he knew full well that he was in danger of staying here until the end of the shoot.

«The results are in and...» - Hoshi had the paper given by the staff in his hand, laughing as soon as he read the name written on it. «Mingyu and Daisy you can go home!» - The two nominees held their hands clasped in prayer but upon hearing their names spoken and the word home immediately after made them get up and jump all over the room, as if until a few minutes before they hadn't been bickering at each other.

[2 Awards] [Insomnia-Zero is defined for WOOZI]

«Why is it always me?» - The producer thought aloud as Hoshi joined the group hug between Mingyu and Daisy. «Catch you tomorrow in the studio Woozi! Sleep well!» - Daisy added as a final comment full of glee, hurriedly taking off her microphone. «Guess who won't be singing on the next title track!»

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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Thirty One

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

FREE FOR ALL

Summary: The boys and you decide to have a movie night where things start to go awry.

Day Thirty One of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, mentions of drink, mentions of food, dry humping if you squint, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), fingering, mild orgasm denial, oral - male receiving, deep throating, cum shot no use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.9k

Author's Notes: How is Kinktober over? Honestly, can't believe I managed to finish this one but here you go! And I know I missed 4 days but I'm kinda proud of myself 🥲

“So what’s the plan?”

Benny was giddy. The boys were planning a movie night but from Santiago’s tone, he clearly had other ideas, something in the spirit of the season.

“She’s going to kill us,” Will shakes his head.

Frankie shrugged, “At least you’ll die happy.”

They burst into laughter at his comment. Santiago composed himself with a swig of beer before carrying on.

“Think you can rig something up to blow the fuses at Fish’s?”

Benny bursts at the seams, of course he could.

—

This was just going to be a cosy night in, Frankie said. The boys had been invited and promised to bring snacks and drinks, wear something comfortable, he said.

“Are you sure you’re not going to be cold?”

You’d changed into a fleecy sweater and shorts matching set.

“Don’t worry,” you wander over to Frankie and coil round his frame. “I’ve got four handsome guys to keep me warm.”

You playfully bop the tip of his slopping nose before joining Benny, snatching at the bowl of freshly popped corn.

“I’m not complaining.”

He wriggled his eyebrows as he threw some popcorn in his mouth. You rolled your eyes.

“The Blair Witch, really Benny?”

“It’s a classic,” he retorts to his brother.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen it,” you say.

“See, perfect choice.”

You settle in between Benny and Frankie on the couch, your back against Frankie’s chest, his arm draped over your stomach. Your legs were thrown over Benny’s, the bowl set on your lap after they covered you in the blanket.

Santiago had already claimed the reclining armchair. Will was last, flicking off the lights.

“Can’t we leave one light on?”

“No,” they state harmoniously.

You pout.

“It’ll ruin the ambience,” Santiago looks at you from the corner of his eye.

You scoff, “You’re going to get a kick out of this, aren’t you?”

He smiles, returning his attention to the television.

Everyone has heard of the Blair Witch Project, know that it’s filmed on a handheld camera, grainy footage in style. What you hated was you had no idea what was about to happen, Benny did.

The jump scare caused you to jolt.

“Christ, querida, it wasn’t even that bad.”

“Benny grabbed me!”

He was shaking, containing his laughter as you swatted his arm.

“I’m sorry, Bunny, it was too easy.”

“Don’t make me fetch security,” Will joked.

From that point, you were on edge.

The boys were alarmingly quiet, you were pretty sure Santiago was asleep and just as the movie was nearing the end, the television went black.

You screamed and they all groaned.

“Is that how it ends?”

“No,” Benny’s brows knotted.

Will leant over the arm of his chair and grabbed the switch for the lamp. He pressed it back and forth with no luck.

“Power’s out.”

Frankie jostled underneath you and you straightened up to let him out. He stretched his tightening muscles, setting his beer down.

“I’ll check the fuse box.”

“You’re not going on your own are you?”

Even in the darkness, your eyes were wide.

“He’s a big boy, honey,” Santiago pushed the chair back together. “He’ll be alright on his own.”

You throw your legs off Benny, placing the empty bowl on the coffee table. Pulling the blanket, you hug it to your body.

“I’m not letting you go on your own.”

Frankie didn’t even put up a fight, just jutted his chin to your phone.

“We’ll use the phone light.”

You fumble to press the screen, nodding when the light fills the space and you follow him. The rest of the boys stand up, listening out for the door closing. The click in the latch has them sharing glances before they hurried away from each other.

In the garage, Frankie walks with determination straight to the box on the far wall. Maybe going with him was a bad idea, your phone light casting elongated shadows to play tricks on your mind.

“Can I get some light?”

You hurry over to him as he pushes up the red switches which fall instantly back down. He tries a couple more things whilst your eyes flit around the space.

“Fuck,” he brushes a hand over his whiskers. “I’m going to have to call someone.”

“Really?!”

He hummed, getting off the step, moving in the direction of the door.

“I’m just gonna get my phone.”

“No, Frankie, don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be a minute tops.”

“Francisco!”

He slips through the door and out of your view. It slams shut and you’re on your own, seeing it best to back against the wall. You keep your eye on the door but start shivering as two minutes pass without Frankie.

“Fuck this,” you mutter to yourself, heading to the door.

The inside of the house was eerily quiet.

“Guys,” you call out. Hugging your frame, you move back into the living room. “Guys!”

The light bounces off the walls and onto the furniture, it’s empty, the kitchen is also empty. Mentally, you were cursing them.

“Ok guys, you got me! This isn’t funny!”

Has there always been a draft?

There’s a creak, sounding like it’s coming from downstairs but it could easily be the floor boards moving on the second floor, your senses so heightened you couldn’t tell anymore. You keep walking around the living room, praying for another sign of life.

Something tickles your ankles and you hold your breath.

“Benny,” you kept your voice quiet, “if that’s you, fucking stop it.”

There’s movement in the corner of your eye but when you shine the phone light over there, it’s just the rocking horse Frankie bought his daughter. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, repeating ‘it’s just your mind playing tricks on you’ over and over in your head.

Clanging comes from the kitchen, a sound like all of the saucepans falling out of the cupboard. You don’t even look.

“Ok, that’s it, I’m out of here.”

You approach the stairs and the light on your phone switches off. Checking the screen, you see the battery power on the smallest red line and groan, leaving it on the shelf.

Thinking about all the horror movies you’ve watched, you take a different approach. The killers are always hiding behind closed doors. You use your hands to guide you in the dark, opening doors stuffed with coats or cleaning supplies or whatever and felt around. No, none of them were hiding in those.

Suddenly, there was a noise from above.

A bounce then another and another. Turning round, a ball tumbles down the stairs before hitting the floor and rolling away from you.

“You know, usually that kind of thing would scare the damsel in distress but it won’t, I’m coming up.”

You still tread hesitantly however, you’re not fucking stupid.

As you approach the landing, the only source of light comes from the street outside the one window. The guest bedroom seems like an unlikely place for one of them to hide but you check anyway, as you suspected empty.

You tiptoe back onto the landing and continue to the other rooms. There’s something beneath your feet and you yelp, jumping to the safety of a wall. Squinting in the darkness, you realise what you’ve stepped on.

“God, it’s that creepy ass doll,” you say, bending to pick it up.

You turn it’s face away from you and place it on a side stand before heading away fast. Immediately you go into Frankie’s room, suspecting no one would be in his daughter’s, he would have deemed it out of bounds.

“One of you has got to be in here.”

You open the en-suite, even drawing back the shower curtain but there’s nothing. Wandering out, you head go to leave but turn around to look at the bed. Your eyebrows knot and you decide to take a peek underneath.

Nope, nothing.

You straighten back up and sigh, wiping the carpet fluff from your outfit. It isn’t until the last second that you hear movement behind you before you’re tackled to the bed, screaming at the top of your lungs.

A voice shushes you and their body weight lifts from your chest.

“Will?”

“Sorry, sweetheart, had to take my chance.”

Your heart was racing, “What is going on?”

“It’s just a game.”

He pins your hands above your head and leans in, his nose grazing your neck. Using his legs, he pushes your thighs apart, beginning to rut against you.

“Will,” you say shakily.

“I can’t help myself,” his voice is husky. “I saw that ass of yours in the air as you searched under the bed and I had to have it.”

You whimper as his bulge rubs along the crack of your ass, the fabric of your shorts pulling into your folds. Shushing you again, he grabs your shoulders and holds you closer to him.

“Please, let me fuck you.”

He’s completely enveloping you, the rock of his hips making your juices flow.

“Ok but be quick.”

In that moment, you realised you had never known Will to take you fast, it was always slow and sensual. He ripped down his sweatpants before lifting your hips a little. Pulling your short’s leg wide, you feel his precum smear across your leg as he rests the tip on your folds. He guides himself to your opening before filling you to the hilt in one swift motion.

You cry as his hips snap back and forth, his body forcing you into the mattress. Your nails bury into the covers as you hold on, his grunts filling the silence the house once had.

And he goes on like that until he finds his release, his arms shoving you back so he could push his cock as deep as it would go. His muscles loosen and he falls to your side, his cock slipping out of you and settling on your leg, the pair of you gasping for air.

“Remind me never to ask you to do that again,” you say in a giggle.

“I will,” he says, “I much prefer taking my time with you.”

He pushes himself up before picking you up from the bed, smoothing out your disheveled outfit to make you look more presentable.

“The three of them are still out there.”

“Maybe I’ll just stay here with you.”

He chuckles, “You know I would love that but that wouldn’t be fair.”

Will bumps your hip to send you towards the door. You take a couple of steps before glancing over your shoulder at him, you can just about make out his face.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

He knew you were pouting, unwilling to go with the worry of what might come next.

“Bunny.”

“Fine,” you storm from the room, stupidly walking backwards whilst talking. “But you’re going to have to live with the fact you sent me into the lions’ de—“

He sees the arms come out from the door, yanking you into the bathroom before you had chance to finish your sentence.

He folds his arms and shrugs, “I think I can.”

Santiago has a hand round your mouth, his other arm wrapped around your waist, pining your arms down as you protest, your attempts to fit him failing. He drags you passed the threshold and kicks the door shut, he knew that Will would distract you enough that he could make his move.

“Calm down and I’ll let you go.”

You stop writhing and lift your hands up into his eye line.

“Good girl,” he lets you go.

You turn on your heels and swat his chest, “Jesus, Santiago.”

He can’t help but laugh, that barely hurt yet you used his full first name, you were pissed. You fold your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing with a straight lip.

“Honey, come here,” he takes your arms and brings you close.

You try not to look at him because if you see those dark eyes of his, you’re screwed.

“It’s just a bit of fun,” he takes his thumb and index finger under your chin and twists your head. “I promise.”

“You owe me.”

He smiles, “Fine.”

Santiago watches as the smile comes back to your lips.

“So, how do you want me?”

He glances down, slipping his fingers behind the elasticated waist of your shorts. Moving them to the side, he grips the fabric and yanks them down until they fall to the floor. He plants a hand on your back and brings his mouth to the shell of your ear.

“You know I could hear you…”

His free hand slides down your stomach, brushing your clit before he sank two fingers into your messy folds.

“Moaning as Will took you with his cock.”

Your breath hitched as he started to pump in and out of you, the sound of your used pussy hitting your ears.

“It made me so hard, Bunny, had to stop myself from fucking my own hand.”

You sighed, “I want to feel it.”

You heard him smile.

“Climb in the tub and face the wall.”

He pulled his fingers out and observed as you teetered over to the tub and stepped in. You touch your toes to the other end of the bath, gazing at the pale green tiles decorating the walls. Taking off his jeans and briefs, he climbs in behind you and runs his hands over your ass.

You lean into the touch and he smacks one ass cheek and then the other.

Moving his hands up, he catches the hem of your sweater and pulls the front over your head so your breasts are exposed. He picks up your hands and brings the palms flat to the wall, pushing you gently so you turn your head and press your cheek to the cold tiles then your breasts. The chill sends a shiver down your spine.

“Shit,” you say under your breath.

He chortles, “I thought you weren’t going to get cold.”

“Dick.”

Spreading your legs wider, he takes his cock and slips in, gliding seamlessly through the mixture of Will’s cum and your arousal. He keeps one hand on your back and moves the other to your hip and starts to rock his hips. He allows you to become accustom to his cock before he thrusts in and out of you energetically.

You give a honeyed groan, your nipples growing puffy against the tiles, the stark contrast in temperatures stocking the desire.

“Fuck, Santi.”

The words encourage him to go faster, bending your back even more. Your hand comes to his wrist and clings tightly, your inner walls pulsing.

“Taking it like such a good girl, huh?”

Pressing your forehead to the wall, you cry out and it ricochets off the tiles as he keep hitting that soft spot. You start to vibrate as his hips falter, burying his fingertips into the meat of your ass before he cums after a few more strokes.

He would have made sure to last longer but they all made an agreement.

His lips come to your lower back and kisses the skin where the sweat was beginning to build. Lifting you off the tiles, he works your sweater back over your head and covers you up. You spin round and take hold of his hips, jutting his semi-hard cock to your mound.

“I was so close,” you grumble.

“I’ll make you cum later.”

You giggle as he climbs out of the tub and offers you a hand.

“So,” you cock your head as you step out. “Where’s Frankie?”

He shrugs, “He was with you in the garage.”

“He was, then he went to get his phone.”

Santiago arched an eyebrow, “Have you tried the garage again?”

You howl, that was the one thing you didn’t want to hear. He shakes his head, picking up your shorts from the floor.

“You’ll be fine.”

“If you say so. Now, gimme my shorts.”

You stretch your hand but he hides them behind his back.

“Oh no, I keeping these.”

“You’re kidding me.’

He grabbed the door, “Off you go.”

You couldn’t see it but you knew he was smirking, trying to catch sight of your bare ass as you sauntered with purpose from the bathroom. Heading to the stairs, you can make out him and Will in the darkness.

“Good luck,” Will waves.

You give them both the finger.

“Were you first?” Santiago asks his friend.

“Yep.”

“Not Benny?”

“Apparently not, she didn’t even mention him.”

“Shit.”

Benny was going to go on about this for weeks.

You burst into the garage with sheer determination, swinging the door open with a bang hoping to startle him but there wasn’t a sound. Somehow this space was darker then the rest of the house, loads of shelving for him to hide behind.

“Frankie,” you say tunefully, “I know you’re in here.”

You didn’t, you just prayed Santiago told you the truth.

Cautiously, you start to have a look around but it’s almost impossible. Every corner or massive tool on the wall appears like a figure in the dark and you wished you had a light.

You can’t see him but Frankie could see you from his vantage point.

He heard you swipe at something and you squeal as stuff falls on you. You put it back clumsily before stepping away from the shelves. He stays low as you move near the truck, bumping your arm on the wing mirror.

“Ow, fuck,” you rub the patch.

He waits patient for you to carry on down the truck. You’re tentative, head continuously moving, checking all the areas in the dark forest of the garage until you reach the corner at the back.

Now’s his chance.

You feel the hands come under your armpits, the creak of metal as the weight shifts in the truck and his grunt as he lifts you up and over. You fall into his lap as he collapses to the bed of the truck. He wraps an arm around your waist, using his knees to spread you apart.

“There you are,” you say breathily, heart pounding.

“I see you’re already missing your shorts, who took ‘em?”

“Who d’you think?”

He laughs, his free hand skimming down your stomach. One finger presses your clit and you tip your hips to his touch as he pushes his thick fingers into your opening.

“They’ve made such as mess of you, querida, and no one’s touch that pretty little throat of yours.”

His other hand rises to your neck and you tilt your head back to search for his eyes, how the fuck are they managing to see you? He stretches his fingers one side, his thumb the other and squeezes lightly, your pussy twitching around his digits.

Pulling them out, he brings them to your lips and you open your mouth. You twist your tongue around his fingers and lap up the concoction of you and Will and Santiago, a salty tang dancing of your tastebuds.

Frankie lets out a ragged breath before he takes them away.

“On your knees.”

You scramble to get up, spinning round to face him, wide eyed with a smile he can’t quite see. He gets onto his knees, dropping his sweatpants and prising his cock from his briefs, his free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the back of your head.

Guiding you to his cock, he spreads the precum over your lips before you take in his tip.

You lick the point, moving down to circle the ridge and hear his groan hit your ear. The saliva builds in your mouth and you coat his length as you work your way down to the base, his hand nudging you just that bit further. He brushes the back of your throat as his tip slides down. You pull back, keeping your eyes on him.

“You start, I’ll finish,” he says as you take him again.

You’re slow at first, feeling his veins and size of his girth on your tongue before you pick up the pace.

You bob your head up and down as fast as you could, your spit building around the edges and spilling over your chin. All the while, Frankie moans, cock twitching as his fingers pull your hair, scalp beginning to burn.

When you come back to his tip, he wraps his other hand round your head and takes over.

You keep your back straight, shoulders held strong as he thrusts in and out of you, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into your throat. Your muscles contract but you don’t choke, gargles escaping, replacing your voice. You listen to how he hisses, how he grunts before praises fall from his lips and into the darkness.

You can tell he’s close when he rams down your throat and pushes your head into his soft stomach, his body shivering as his length meets a depth it hasn’t before. He only goes for another five strokes before he buries into you with broken groan. His balls contract as the hot liquid spurts down your throat and you do your best to swallow.

He’s still cumming as he pulls out, his seed coating your tongue and cheeks until that’s all you can taste. His cock falls out of your mouth with a pop as you come up for air, his hands relaxing to your shoulders.

“You ok?” He searches for your eyes in the dark.

“Yeah,” you sounded a little croaky.

He tucks himself back into his loungewear.

“Who’s left?”

He knew Santiago would have taken your shorts, sort of as a souvenir but someone else had gotten to you.

“Benny, he’s playing hard to get.”

Frankie laughs, “He is the most competitive, I’m surprised I lasted this long.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“He was still downstairs when I saw him.”

“Would he be anywhere other than the living room or kitchen?”

“Did you try the basement?”

“Why would I try the basement? It’s scary enough in here.”

“You do realise the basement’s almost done? There’s been a pool table down there for weeks.”

“Really?”

He shakes his head, “You’re lucky I love you, Bunny.”

He hops down from the bed of truck and waits for you to get up, coiling his arms underneath your ass and placing you on the floor. As he straightens up, he smooths his palms over your ass and sinks his fingertips into the meat of it. He tipped his head and placed a kiss delicately on your lips.

“You better go.”

You head towards the door before you turn round to face him.

“This game you guys are playing, what’s the prize?”

“Whoever finds you last gets to make you cum.”

You giggle, walking away and out of the door. The main reason you avoided the basement was because, again, you thought it would be out of bounds. The last time you had seen it, it was a construction sight, tools and dirt everywhere. Frankie hadn’t invited you down since, how were you supposed to know it was near completion?

Instinctively you tried the light switch, cursing when you remembered it wouldn’t come on.

You take the steps one by one, hand holding onto the wall because you were terrified of just tumbling down. When you looked over and squinted you were sure you could see Benny, leaning on the pool table.

“Hey, Bunny.”

“You’re not even hiding,” you say, going down the last couple of steps.

“Not when I know I can claim my prize.”

You knew he was smirking, eyes roaming your body.

“You did all that spooky shit on purpose?”

He hummed, “It’s why we watched a scary movie too.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You find his body in the dark and wrap your arms around his body, worming under his t-shirt to press your palms on his warm back. He tilts your head up from his chest, bringing his lips to yours softly before kissing again with force. His other hand runs along your back and down to your ass cheeks, he lifts his palm before smacking you.

As you gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth and yours melds with his.

The corner of his lips twitch, he can taste one of the other guy’s cum on your tongue, guessing it was Frankie with the freshness. Both his hands are now on your ass and he picks you off your feet, onto the edge of the pool table. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips as you jut your chin into his.

He pulls back to catch his breath.

“Get into the centre of the table,” he says.

“Benny, it’ll break.”

“It won’t,” he moves his lips to your ears, pushing back your hair. “Into the centre of the table.”

The grittiness of his tone has you shuffling back immediately and he wished he could see your face, the doe eyes and plumping parted lips. You spread your legs ready for him, propped yourself onto your elbows though you can only just make him out.

He places his ass on the edge then swings his legs up, crawling on his hands and knees. He brushes a palm up from your ankle, feeling you shiver underneath his touch. Dropping his head, he nudges the tip of his nose over your thigh before kissing the skin. You weren’t going to need much playing with.

Your hips and back were already tingling, belly warm from the other three.

He kisses your bikini line to your mound, his tongue unfurling over your clit before he began to suck.

Your back meet the pool table, a gasp escaping your lips. He gradually flexes his jaw and pulls you into his mouth further, one of your hands reaching for his hair. You push your hips up, rutting against his face as you chase your release.

Then he stops and straightens up, pulling away from your hand.

“No, don’t stop.”

You scream in frustration and all he can do is chuckle, head shaking.

“We’re gonna cum together, ok?”

“You promise?”

You’d already had your release snatched away from you once and Benny could be just as bad as Santiago when it came to orgasm denial.

“I promise.”

He yanked down his shorts, his hardened cock swinging freely as he grabbed your hips and dragged you closer. You hiss as he rearranges you,not caring about the friction burn from the green mat as you top bunches up your back.

Taking his cock in his hand, he lines up to your pussy, brushing the tip between your inner and outer lips.

You’re no longer complaining instead you give a honeyed moan.

He pushes his tip into you, smoothing his other hand down your leg and grabbing your ankle, moving it to his shoulder. Putting both of his hands either side of your waist, he lifts up your hips before plunging into you.

Wherever he hits, it takes the air from your lungs.

He’s not gentle, equally as pent up as you as he thrusts into you over and over. Your head has fallen back, jaw slack as your choked cries come deep from within. With each snap, he grunts, his body folding into you. His hot breath dances over your stomach, your desire swelling, threatening to burst.

Even in the darkness, you’re starting to see stars, head dizzy with the lack of oxygen. Your inner walls are fluttering, barely holding together and you hear his voice break through the fog.

“Hold on, Bunny, I’m almost there.”

He continued at his fast pace as you whimper, screwing your eye shut. Your hands come loosely to his wrist, unable to hold on as your body ripples with his strength. The bottom of your spine starts to burn, hips quivering.

Benny shows no sign of stopping but his cock jerks inside you. He wants nothing more than to see your face, your elongated neck, your mouth shaped into that perfect little ‘o’. His hand slips between your searing bodies, fingers teasing at your clit as he softly rubs at the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” the word barely leaves your throat.

Then he matches it to his motions, swiping back and forth vigorously.

Your back arched, a perfect curve as your cunt clung to his length, trapping him within you as you screamed his name. He keeps moving his hand, the nerves shooting up your spine before scattering across your body, your toes curling. The muscles in his ass and thighs grows tense and, roughly, he pulls out his cock.

He milks himself over you, spilling his seed over your mound and your stomach, heavy droplets landing on your hands.

“Oh god,” he groans, “I wish I could see you now.”

You giggle in the haze of your orgasm.

There’s the sound of the door handle moving, the creak of the frame and the lights come on above you.

“Shit, Bunny.”

You really were a mess, lips glossy with saliva and Frankie’s dried cum. Creamy white trails from Benny and your pussy soaked with your juices, along with Santiago and Will. Your hair was tangled, shorts non-existent and your top almost showing your breasts.

“For fuck’s sake,” Frankie charged down the stairs.

“Sorry, Fish, had to christen the pool table somehow.”

He scoffed, “You could have waited for me.”

Will and Santiago followed the noise, coming down the stairs before they all surrounded the pool table to admire the view.

“You ok?”

“Just, catching my breath.”

Santiago smiled at your slurred words, “We’ll clean you up when you’re ready, maybe you could finally find out how the movie ends.”

“Nah, I’m good… I much prefer this ending.”

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