#// if they were in snake form their tongue would just be constantly flicking out

[infernal-scales]

❝ OH, do you not? You seemed to be roamin' 'round plenty earlier, what with you touching 'n smellin' everything you saw like that acid tree... ❞

It's said with a wide, unblinking gaze as the angel cleans their wing off, head tilting to the side as they watch the other's movements with a twitching smile. A dove pecking away at an ant on the snake's back, unaware or, perhaps, unconcern, it was within STRIKING DISTANCE.

A sharp intake of breath breaks their staring with a blink, and Crawley brushes their shoulders together as they walk past. Turning on a heel to face Aziraphale again, they gesture to the paradise behind them.

❝ Well, I can SHOW YOU AROUND if you'd like? Have you dipped your feet in the pond yet? Bit chilly for me, but I do run HOT. ❞

AZIRAPHALE SCANS CRAWLEY up and down with a single gaze. And then another, just for good measure. Deeming the demon's intentions honest ( for now ), his hands fall back to his sides, and he shrugs.

❝ EARTH, ❞ Aziraphale replies quite literally. ❝ It's entirely new for all of us. ❞

His eyes flit up to the tree branches, and a reflexive smile spreads across his lips at the sight of the apple blossoms. More tantalizing than anything he's ever seen in Heaven.

❝ Have you had the opportunity to explore? ❞ He returns his attention to Crawley, reaching over to brush a few stray leaves and petals from the top of a disheveled wing with the feathers of his own. ❝ Surely as a demon you get more FREE RANGE to roam. ❞

[deviltoys]

― this is my first time requesting so let's hope i don't fuck this up [lmao].

taking tobio's [who's the pastor's son] virginity and watching him ask for forgiveness for doing something so inappropriate in the church but then you proceed to degrade him. 🙇

— ‘𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀.’

tobio kageyama x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: stop. this is my favorite request, ever. virginity loss ‘n blasphemy??? hello? too fuckin’ good, been cravin’ a good virgin tobio. thank you fer’ this, it was perfect!

warings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, virginity loss, sacrilege, taboo acts, incest, age gap (18-30), pastor!reader, exhibitionism, sex in a church, misusage of the bible, religious speak, little to no prep, dumbification, creampie, degrading, manipulation, corruption, belly bulge, daddy k.

juvenile ministry took up a huge chunk of the church you operated. being the father to tobio kageyama, it was only natural that he was a frequent volunteer for the group of children who'd visit you both to be taught the righteous laws of god.

your boy was so doting with kids, it lay a smile across your lips to see him so devoted as you'd help demonstrate an array of practices to the youth. he was an apprentice of some sort— you two had a closely knit relationship when it came to chruch work.

almost a little too close.

nobody would ever suspect a thing, right? their nurturing pastor and his passionate son; they wouldn't dream of commiting any corrupt acts against the lord they so dearly fawned about.

the children certainly wouldn't know, such mindless followers. that's why during youth hours the two of you would mysteriously ‘disappear’ while everyone else contributed holy related activities to do while father y/n and tobio went to assist the lord.

you had be fighting the urge to take your son aside and tear his tiny body in half right there inside the sacred haven. but poor little tobio was a virgin, nobody would dare attempt to be the one who would strip the priest’s son of his innocence. you and the younger male had only gone as far as sucking on each others lips or caressing one another in sensual ways that would surely be forbidden by the church.

it was unethical practice to do anything under sexual pretense inside the chapel; with your offspring no less. you were already commiting unforgivable acts unbeknownst to your fellow ministers— what was one more? just another sin strewn onto the pile of ones you had been collecting throughout the years.

the line between faith and abandonment finally blurred out when you caught your little kageyama with pants a size to small for his waist. the fabric rode up, perfectly rounding out and drawing scrutiny to his chubby ass. you were well aware of the scandalous gestures he would send your way while he kept his attention on the children. wiggling his ass out every so often was his main form of communicating his intentions.

he was at last ready to make his daddy proud, giving his body to him as though you were christ himself; submitting to you.

all of his coherent brain function was corrupt by you a long time past, the degenerate acts you two would shun from the eye of society had finally caught up to him. he needed the embrace of his dad, his loving, heavenly father that would fill his holes up with the holy spirit.

“tobio, follow me for a second please? i need to speak with you privately for awhile.” a forged grin took reign of your lips, softly signalling for your son as you escorted him through the barren temple halls. after he had finished passing out coloring activities for the group to engross in, he swiftly followed your lead.

“yes father, what is it that-” you barely gave kageyama a warning before slipping your forearms under his thighs, entangling the remainder of his limbs around your lower and upper body. you lifted his smaller from with ease, hot breath tickling the shell of his ear as your tone dropped to a deep whisper.

“are you ready to give your body to our savior, tobio?”

“yes father y/n, yes i am.”

that was all the confirmation you needed to proceed with blessing him. abandoning your clothes at the altar of god, you began to strip the boy attached to your body. steadily yanking down his suit pants, your cock already springing to life as his own came into view.

it was insatiably erect, you forbid your son from even being curious when it came to exploring his hormones. you knew one day keeping him fresh, unexposed to lewd activity would come in handy.

and it did, oh god it did.

his body was sensitive to the touch, you were concerned he was going to cum without you even putting a hand near his bulge. much less before the fun started. it was like caressing a rock, he was so stiff, the tip already dribbling a tiny bit of pre by the time you were able to finish your first stroke to the hilt.

after giving a few more measly flicks to the head of his cock; you guided tobio’s naked body towards the bible you had prepped specifically for this occasion. the oak pulpit stood tall amongst the various rows of seats— at the head of the stand was kageyama; exposed, ass out, and face burried deep inside the open book sprawled out for easy reading.

he could barely squeak out the first few passages as your lube coated fingers spread his cheeks and stretched his virgin hole to a worthy size; able to fit your fat cock.

it burned and ached, the agony of your fingers poking around his walls overthrew any noticable pleasure that may have slipped in unnoticed; it was torture. he thought intimacy was supposed to feel good. he should've listened when you told him it wasn't fun, how it was a crime against god and how he'd be severely punished for doing as such until he was proposed to by the right man.

but you were the right man, at least that's what you would tell him. so why was it so discomforting, so harsh? you weren't purposefully harming him were you? the paranoia was getting to him, it was so overwhelming, the thought of the man he adored so dearly causing him pain. hot, salty tears pricked his eyes, lashes catching any access fluid as they could meanwhile the clear streaks dusted his cheeks with red.

his hole was still barely twitching with anticipation, and would be for awhile; throwing your head back, you painfully fed kageyama’s rim your length. every inch that ventured just as deep as the last forced strained hiccups to seethe from behind his teeth. he was unbearably tight, his guts sucked you in while his walls showed heavy resistance— pushing you in and out of your trembling son.

“fucking hell.. dumb bitch, you’re so tight. ease up, i thought you'd serve me better- maybe i was wrong.”

no no, you were wrong, right? he was great, such an obedient little cocksleeve just for you, all for you. all he ever did was to please you; the man who he chased after for years, claiming he wasn't as nice as he predicted? panick only settle into him more, ruthlessly he began bucking his hips to match your unenthusiastic thrusts. attempting to appease you wasn't an easy feat, but he was so utterly devoted to you that the condition of his vessel meant nothing if it meant you were proud of him.

he attempted to slur out a form of quivering tongue with a few biblical quotes shoved in-between. whatever he was reciting wasn't human, infact you couldn't tell if he was fucked out or just anxious. whatever it was, your words had preformed their purpose; you were far too impatient to fully prepare him for the world of sex. forcing him to mature on the other hand seemed to run it's course— he was the one himself impelling himself onto at the end of the day.

your arms snaked around his tiny waist, hoisting his feet up and off the ground. the entirety of his lower half no longer met with the floor, steamy tears teased eyes while the remainder of his efforts worked into engulfing you whole. the stimulation of being carried off the ground just like that was unimaginable; only to have his pussy pounded mercilessly into the wooden podium.

“ack! ah.. mm. daddy, pl- please i can do better! m’promise, don't hold back- i want to feel every inch of you!” so vulgar, you weren't aware of tobio’s filthy mouth.

angling your hips to perfectly kiss his prostate with every shift in your pace, you plowed repeatedly into the spongy skin until he was no longer babbling on about anything coherent. whatever bible quote he was now listing off was lost within euphoria; his hole was loosening up more and more with each thrust you planted deep inside of his stomach.

he know knew how desperately he craved seeing your cum gush right out of his gaping ass. more than anything in the world.

“hah, what a stupid whore, letting your father fill up your belly like this? no wonder you can't do anything but flatter me.”

“m’not a stupid whore, daddy i promise!”

the way his cunt squelched around you told otherwise, you didn’t let up on the insults; constantly bombarding the male with word after word. his trembling thighs and drool stained expression prompted you to continue the vile humiliation.

“oh-ho yes you are, you're lucky i’m even taking the time to fuck you like this. the lord wouldn't dare touch you, so why should i? you're charity work kageyama, nothing but pity.”

giving his plump rear a deathly tight squeeze, you ramped up the vigor in your movements. aching breaths escape your nose as you send forth more shivers down the length of his spine— as much as he wants to keep you satisfied he can only withstand so much. this is his first time being lost within the rapturous waves of an orgasm. religious words still on the tip of his tongue as your name bounces off the empty church hull.

there's a puddle of semen beneath you at his feet, he's cum far too many times for you to count and he's just now; once again fighting for release. his limp, shaking shaft all swollen as it spurts out the umpteenth load that session.

you swiftly follow behind, using the last bit of strength in your twitching thigh muscles— you sent your hips forward, fully submerging your fat cock down his rectum. he yelps almost violently, but he adores it. the way you use up his spent hole. the amusement in his moans fizzle once he finally comes to his senses, realizing there's no cum sliding down his guts and into his tummy. the expected feeling of warm, sticky fluid staining his intestines was the big prize he was looking forward to.

“don’t you remember, your only use is to please me tobio. and you couldn't even do that, that's why you don't get daddy's cum. understand?” a disappointed glare forms on your face, once he's luckily unable to see.

he implores like you've never heard from anyone before, you've had your fair share of sexual favours under the church’s nose. but the dark haired male in particular was one of a kind, he was begging you for your seed like his life was dependant on whether or not you fufilled his lustful desires. he needed your cum, right there, right now.

even attempting to guide your entirely hard cock right back into his enormous asshole, which you allowed. your composure was iron-willed, you knew you could cum on command if need be. giving into his sinful fantasies, you pistoned yourself balls deep once more— your hands moving his hips for him as he pleaded for the sweet release of your fluids.

“please daddy, m’such a good cum dump! i promise, please just cum inside of me. i need it, i’ll do anything! anything!”

anything indeed, you had just the thing in mind. and you were sure tobio wouldn't refute, how could he? there wasn't any other choice, it was your cum or no cum. simple as that.

[spidernerdsblog]

Hey dear💟 how are you? Can I ask for some mob!tom smut?? Like he's smoking a cigar at a boring wedding when he meets a mob!reader and after talking a bit things just happen and he takes her home for fucking all night?

Oh and ends in fluff??

Hi nonnie! I'm fine hope you are well too. Here's your request hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

His Queen, Her King

Being the mob boss Tom had to be a part of various social gatherings, galas, parties etc but the most he dreaded were weddings. Especially when you're an eligible bachelor, people around you are constantly nagging you with the most evident question ‘when is your turn?’ There were several occasions where the leaders of other mobs had tried to set him up with their daughters to forge an alliance but he would turn them down every time because he never found them to be his match. He likes to be in control but that doesn’t mean he would settle for a mere puppet who would dress up pretty and do as told, he wanted someone powerful, fierce who would challenge his authority, a real queen to his vast empire.  

It was one of his childhood friends' wedding day so he couldn't say no. The hall was buzzing with people as he was seated with a couple of his friends at a table drinking and laughing loudly talking about their busy lives and their businesses. One hour to the wedding reception and Tom was already bored he lit up a cigar and took a long puff from it watching everyone silently. 

Just then you walk in through the doors in a long red silk dress hugging your body like a second skin with a thigh high slit paired with pointed stilettos making heads turn. Your hair styled into loose curls cascading down your shoulders complimenting your dewy makeup. Your wrists and ears sparkling with the most priceless authentic diamonds.  Apart from being the maid of honor you are the only woman in the mob business who owns the biggest diamond business in the country. 

People were obviously envious of your power though they never dare to say anything to your face but you have heard how people think you just got lucky with the business as the only daughter of your father, women have no place in the mob even to the extent of being slut shamed and being accused of sleeping with your rivals to run the business. You had simply shrugged it off and showed those people with a flourishing business and earning double profits than your father used to earn when he used to run the mob. You walk over to your best friend.

“Congratulations Jane, finally you’re a married woman now!” you give her a hug.

“Thanks Y/N it feels like a dream honestly” she chirps “but when are you…”

“Please you also don’t start” you both chuckled and continued gossiping.

“Man why are these receptions so dull and boring” Matt groaned “couldn’t they do it at a bar or strip club?”

“Yeah it would have been fun to watch your wife beat the shit out of you after you flirted with one of the strippers” Carl mocked to which everyone laughed out loud including Tom.

“Hey!!” Matt revolted in protest as all of them laughed again.

Your conversation was constantly getting disturbed with their constant brawls and loud laughter. Even the other guests had a frown on their face with the noise they were making.

“I apologize on behalf of my friends, they can sometimes be a little loud” Paul the groom said apologetically.

"It’s ok I know how to deal with guys like them. Let me handle it” You offer and stride your way to their table. 

“Sorry to crash the fun boys but some of us are actually here to attend the reception not to hear your meaningless chatter” you jibe forcing a smile as the men turn their attention towards you. Tom puts down his cigar blowing out the smoke as he takes a quick glance of you.

“I'm sorry love, are we offending you?” he remarks with a smolder and the men around him hollered. The corner of your lips quirk into a sly smirk as you step closer to him drawing a finger along his jawline.

“It will take a lot more than this baby face to offend me” you taunt him back with a grin amusing everyone including Tom at your comeback.

“Oooh damn!” the men hollered again while you turned your back and strutted off to join your friends again. Tom just sat there completely blown away by your boldness. He had heard about you but now that he saw you he understood that you weren’t just a beautiful face after all who just got lucky in the mob business you were a complete badass. The very image of you radiates power and triumph. 

His eyes seeked yours the whole time and then he found you finally all by yourself near the open bar drinking a glass of whisky. He approaches you as he clears his throat.

“Ahem, hey” you lift your eyes from the glass and then put it down on the counter smacking your lips.

“Here to apologise for being a jerk?” you quip.

“I thought we were even already” he remarks with a smug grin.

“Yeah maybe” you half shrug

“Tom Holland by the way” he reaches his hand out and you dismiss it by picking your glass again and taking a sip. 

“I know who you are, the boss of the most powerful mob in London” you say nonchalantly

“Keeping tabs I see” he smirks as he signals the bartender to hand him a drink as well.

“It’s a risky business Holland you gotta keep records about your potential rivals” you state blandly.

“Absolutely, couldn’t agree more” he takes a sip wincing at the strong taste of the drink. 

“So all alone? Bossman didn’t get any arm candy for the night?” you snicker.

“Only a queen fits beside a king like me darling and I haven’t found one yet , what about you?”

“Well I haven’t found my king either” you clink your glass to his as you both gulp down your drinks.

“You look ravishing in that dress I must say” he compliments with a suave in his voice.

“Thank you. You don’t look bad either” you flirt back as you bite the corner of your lip checking him dressed in an Armani suit the Rolex on his wrist glinting in the golden light of the chandeliers.  

“I really admire you. Honestly it’s really hard and dangerous to run a business when you’re a woman” there was a different kind of sparkle in his eyes which you recognize very well.

“What can I say I just love playing with danger” you shrug with sass in your voice. 

“You wanna get out of here? I’m sure nobody will miss us” he licks his lips eyes darkening with pure desire. 

“Well what are we waiting for?” you smirk with a mischievous glint in your eyes both of you coming to a silent agreement.

The whole ride to his mansion was a blur as soon as you were inside he had you pinned up against the door as his lips met yours hungrily. His lips tasted of burnt cigar and whisky.  He started leaving trails of kisses on your jaw and neck while his hand snaked down to your thighs through the slit of your dress unclasping the thigh holster from your leg as it dropped on the ground with a loud clatter. His hand moved further to your flimsy lace thong to feel your sex. 

“So wet already, love? I haven't even touched you properly” you can hear the smirk in his voice. His hand goes to unzip your dress as he leans in for a kiss but you stop him placing two fingers on his lips slowly tracing them. 

“Bedroom?” you ask breathing heavily.

“Upstairs left” he informs between shallow breaths.

You gave him a peck on his cheek and made your way up the stairs. Tom’s eyes never left you as he watched you slide the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders and dropping it off on the floor striding away in just your strapless bra and thong your heels clacking against the marble floor. Tom scoffed in amusement a toothy grin forming on his face . You were really something who was just driving him crazy.

The moment he walked in the bedroom he felt himself twitch inside his pants. There you were sitting in the middle at the edge of the bed slightly leaning on your palms with your legs crossed one above the other. You looked like a viscous siren slowly entrapping him with your charm and beauty. 

“Nice bedroom” You gently smoothed the silk sheets with your hand.

“Glad you liked it” he said smiling.

“Are you just gonna stand over there?” You unclipped your bra and lazily dropped it on the floor putting on a show for him as you lifted a hand pointing a finger motioning him to come closer. A low groan escaped from his mouth at the sight of your exposed breasts as he strolled towards you unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his body drinking in your almost naked form with lustful eyes. You subconsciously licked your lips marveling his taut muscles. He tilted your chin up as you gazed in his brown eyes with parted lips.

“God you’re gonna be the death of me” he mumbles in a husky voice.

“That was the plan all the time, I can then take over your mob” you giggle playfully.

“You minx” he knelt down to capture your red tinted lips passionately tongues clashing against each other as you ran your fingers across his abdomen, nails scraping his skin. He gently pushes you down on the mattress as you shift back in the middle of the bed. He spreads your legs to accommodate himself as he crawls up to be at level to your face pressing a soft kiss to your swollen lips. Goosebumps covered your skin as you felt his bulge brushing on your thighs. You tilted your head to the side as he took the opportunity to suck marks on the nape of your neck. One hand squeezing your ass the other palming your breast as he placed butterfly kisses all over your skin.

“So pretty” he mumbles, pressing kisses between the valley of your breasts,you shuddered when he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud.

“Oh” you gasped when he wrapped his mouth around your breast sucking the nipple between his teeth, kneading the other fingers pinching and tugging on it. After paying equal attention to the other one too before continuing his journey south. Your stomach flutters as his lips trail down your rib cage, navel the cold gold chain dangling down his neck feeling ticklish against your hot skin. He placed a soft kiss over your soaked panties and you felt that your body was set to fire as you gasped lightly chest heaving up and down. A smirk forms on his face as he moves to kiss your inner thighs ignoring the place where you needed him the most.

“Please” you let out a quiet whimper

“Please what darling?” he whispers with a husky voice. 

“Touch me” 

“I’m touching you love” he lightly chuckles, you whined in protest. “You gotta be more specific with your demands, love, what do you need?” he coos.

“I-I need you, your mouth” you breathed out. 

“See that wasn’t so hard” he practically rips off your thong and throws the shredded fabric away letting out a low growl at the sight of your glistening cunt. He hooked his arms to your thighs, the rings on his fingers felt cold against your skin. He licks a long stripe up your folds sending jolts of pleasure up your body making you squirm in his hold.

“So sweet” he mumbles against your heat. You let out a soft gasp, your hands threading into his soft brown curls as he swirled his tongue through your folds.

You cry out when his tongue flicks your swollen clit giving his hair a harsh tug he groans into your heat. He continued to suck on your clit between his lips pushing a thick digit inside you. Your body arched bucking your hips into his mouth he had to place a hand on your lower stomach to keep you in place. He then adds another finger pumping it in and out of you his teeth grazing your sensitive bud soothing it after with his tongue immediately. 

“Fuck!” You moaned feeling euphoric eyes fluttering shut as he devoured you. Your body tensed up when he added another finger to your heat, your one hand was pulling his hair painfully and the other squeezing your breast rolling your nipple between your fingers. He curled his fingers hitting your spot sending you over the edge.

“C’mon love, let it go want you to cum all over my fingers” he moaned into your heat the vibrations leading you to tumble down the edge as you came undone around his fingers. He helped you ride your high still sucking on your clit, your legs trembled as he lapped up all your juices. He pulled away after sometime his chin glistening with your arousal. 

He got rid of his dress pants along with his boxers and then crawled over to you. You gazed into his warm brown eyes still in your post orgasmic haze as you pulled him down to capture his lips with an urgent need. You tasted yourself on his lips as he deepened the kiss grinding his hips into yours. 

A soft gasp escaped your lips when you felt the tip of his member brushed against your entrance. He gripped his member giving it a few pumps before lining up against your core. You placed a hand flat on his stomach signalling him to stop. He knitted his brow in confusion when you flipped him over to be on top him sitting on the back of your knee straddling his waist. 

“I wanna ride you” you whisper in a sultry voice and his lips curl up to a smirk.

“Then go ahead, darling” he shuffles back a little resting himself comfortably against the headboard. You brought your hand to your mouth and gave it lick before grabbing his member using it for lubrication, slowly pumping his length and lining it up to your weeping core. Your breath hitched when you felt his tip slide through your entrance stretching your walls in a nice way. You slowly sank down on his length feeling so full of him. You stayed like that, your walls warm and snug squeezing him like a vice. Tom groaned when you clenched around him. 

“Oh god Y/N please move or I'm not gonna last for another minute” you leaned down to kiss him starting to move your hips slowly adjusting to his thick shaft.

“Shit” He hissed as you lifted yourself hand gripping on his thighs for leverage to go a little faster, the soft sound of your skin slapping against each other filled the room. Your stomach clenched as you paced up and down his cock, each time filling you up to the hilt. His hands held your hips, fingers digging in your skin groans rumbled in Tom’s throat as he clenched his jaw. He gazed at you with hooded eyes smitten by the way your back arches towards him and your tits bounce with every thrust.

You started to feel a little exhausted, a thin sheen of sweat lining your bodies as you slowed down your pace. Tom’s hands slid down to your ass, spreading your cheeks as he took control, thrusting up into you. You jolted forward moaning out loud, grasping on to his shoulders tightly for support. 

“Just because you're on the top don't think you're in control darling” he says cheekily you let out a light chuckle at his comment before whimpering when his cock hit your sweet spot.

He lifted his knees, planting the heels of his feet into the mattress for leverage as he began to fuck you roughly. He grunted, feeling your walls clench around his cock with every thrust of his hips. You leaned down to kiss him sloppily he reciprocates by slipping his tongue into your mouth swirling it inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as you felt a tight knot build inside your stomach.

“Tom” you moan breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut as your hands slide down his shoulder to his chest nails scratching his skin.

“Gonna cum again for me love?” Tom murmured against your lips as he spanked your ass lightly. You nodded your head vigorously starting to roll your hips desperately. He brought his thumb to your swollen clit and rubbed circles as the coil inside you snapped and you screamed out your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. Tom wasn’t too far either as he continued rutting his hips and soon he was spilling inside you.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing as he emptied his seed into your tight pussy, not letting go of his grip on your body. You collapsed onto his chest panting both of you catching your breath, your walls still pulsating around his cock, deeply buried inside you. He caressed your back gently, your chest pressed to his, head resting over his heart as you listened to his steady heartbeat while your fingers fiddled with the chain around his neck. He took your hand and kissed on your knuckles gently brushing his thumb over them lovingly.

“I really like you” he finally spoke out

“What?” you frowned, still a bit dizzy.

“I think I have fallen in love with you Y/N” he confesses softly as you straighten yourself to look him in the eyes.

“Are you asking me out when you are literally balls deep inside me?” you snicker raising your eyebrows.

“I’m serious Y/N” he cradles your face with both of his hands “the moment I saw you I knew you are the one I have been waiting for all my life. A strong, independent and fearless woman who doesn’t need anyone, you are a hell of a queen, Y/N. I want this queen to be only mine, together we can rule the world love. I don’t want this to be a one night thing I want to make love to you every night, kiss every inch of your body and appreciate you, adore you” he rants

“The last part sounded a little creepy though” you chuckled “Well I do like you too my king let’s just take things slow and see where it goes maybe?”

“Sure my queen” he smiles as you kiss him softly.

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[taeminyourmind]

Euphoria x Taemin (M)

☾ Synopsis: A stressful day turns into a euphoric night of intimate pleasure as Taemin knows exactly what you need to relax.

☾ Genre: Smut

☾ Pairing: Reader x Taemin

☾ Word Count: 2k+

The feeling of the warm water splashing against your skin brings out a quiet hum. You hold your arms across your chest and twirl under the showerhead to allow every part of your body to feel warm in the water’s embrace. Normally, your mind would be crowded with roaring thoughts from the day and worries for the next, but tonight is different. 

Your stressed and tense body walking through the threshold of the front door made Taemin Jump into action; his warm embrace made you melt into his chest while your fingertips held onto his shirt, desperate to not let him go. The soft kiss on the top of your head brings a faint smile to your lips. The relaxing feeling of his hands making circles on your back makes you feel safe and melts the challenges of the day. You tilt your head up a little when he softly tells you to take a shower, his lips moving against the top of your head. He wastes no time spinning you around and giving you a little push towards the bedroom where you disappeared behind the closed door.

Stepping out of the shower, you’re met with the sound of relaxing soundscapes that are softly coming from the speaker in the room. You loosely wrap the towel around your body before slowly opening the door to find the bedroom lit only by the lavender-scented candles while Taemin stands by the bed, wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants, his hands are behind his back when he flashes you a soft smile.

“Ready to relax?” He softly asks while slowly walking towards you.

Your heart pounds in anticipation of what lies ahead. Your grip on the top of the towel tightens when Taemin stands in front of you, his eyes peering down lovingly at you while his warmth radiates off his body. Suddenly, under his gaze, you no longer feel tired and have forgotten about the day’s troubles.

With a slight nod, Taemin then takes your hand and leads you to the neatly made bed. His hand gently squeezes yours as he helps you onto the bed. The coolness from the satin sheets sends a small shiver up your spine while you sit with your back towards Taemin. Sudden darkness covers your eyes causing you to jerk your head back until it hits Taemin’s chest.

“It’s okay,” he coos while gently tying the blindfold. “You’ll be more relaxed, trust me.”

Your heart flutters when Taemin’s soft lips lightly kiss along the back of your shoulders before dipping his hands into the warm oil and rubbing it between his palms before massaging the base of your neck. The relieving sensation makes you sigh in satisfaction and sink into relaxation. Your pleasure brings a smile to Taemin’s face, as tonight was about pleasing you and your needs.

The feeling of the towel leaving from your body reminds you of the night you and Taemin first made love; it was on a humid June day when Taemin invited you to a cabin because he knew how much you enjoyed nature. You were so self-conscious of your body that you hugged your knees and crossed your ankles to hide it. But Taemin’s gentle and loving nature made you feel safe with each caress and gentle whisper. It was only him who was able to break down your walls and constantly remind you why he was the one.

The feeling of a hand pressing against your face jolts you from your memory causing Taemin to warmly chuckle.

“Your cheeks still get warm whenever I see your body.”

His observation makes your cheeks grow warmer as your fingertips gently play with the blanket underneath. Taemin’s eyes travel down your backside while his fingers gently outline your waist before his thumbs slowly begin to knead your lower back. The slight arch in your back makes Taemin bite his lower lip as he images the many times he’s made your back arch. He leans forward and tenderly latches his lips to the crook of your neck, gently sucking it while his hands swiftly snake around you and cups your breasts in his palms. His index finger and thumb teasingly squeeze and gently pull on your hardened nipples. 

You allow your body to relax your body back against his chest until an overwhelming sensation causes you to softly gasp. Taemin’s middle finger slowly flicks your clit before making small circles against it while his other fingers hold your lips apart.

Taemin watches your bottom lip disappear between your teeth and, despite the blindfold, sees your eyebrows furrow while you hold onto his arm, ensuring it doesn’t go anywhere. Your quiet whimpers make his mind swirl in passion as he fantasizes about the many times you’ve made love and the many times you’ve made a mess with a mixture of sweat and orgasms soaking your sheets.

A puddle of your wetness begins to form as Taemin slides his finger down your slit and teasingly circles your entrance. The thought of pushing himself past your soaked entrance and between your walls while he slowly pumps in and out of you hardens his cock. The thought of having you under his spell makes him crave you more.

“Lay down,” he huskily whispers in your ear.

His hands guide your body to lie on your back. Shivers crawl up your spine when Taemin makes a trail of wet kisses from your jawline to your pussy where his tongue slides up your lips. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit causing you to loudly gasp while your hips buck at the sensation. Soon, his lips tighten around your sensitive clit and he begins to tenderly suck on it. Your moans grow louder and you try to close your legs at the overwhelming sensation, but Taemin’s hands press against your inner thighs to hold them open. He lifts his eyes and watches your chest rapidly rise and fall between each whimper. Just as your back begins to arch off the bed, he pulls back, leaving you to whimper at his absence.

His eyes stay locked on your body as he swiftly removes his clothes. His erect cock jumps as he slowly jerks himself while positioning himself between your legs. The thought of having Taemin fill your walls with not only himself but also his seed, makes your walls tighten. Not wanting to waste any more time daydreaming, Taemin guides his tip to go up and down your slit before slapping it against your clit. He lets out a small whimper as he slowly pushes his cock past your pulsating entrance while holding your legs open.

Blindly, you feel around until your fingers grab hold of his hips to feel closer to him. The feeling of his slow yet powerful thrusts makes you tilt your head back as the euphoric sensation takes over your body. Each time he slowly pulls back, he quickly and powerfully thrusts back into you with such force that makes your breasts jump in sync with the snapping of his hips.

The blindfold keeps you from seeing Taemin’s sensual facial expressions; his head is tilted back slightly, his eyes are shut while his mouth lays agape while his deep and lengthy moans cause his Adam’s apple to bob. But with the blindfold, you imagine Taemin’s eyes burning into you with passion as they hungrily stare into your soul, his bottom lip puffy and shining with saliva from holding it between his teeth until his moans couldn’t be held back any longer. This image of your beloved amplifies your moans as you reach down and begin to slowly rub your clit.

Soon, you’re met with the warmth of Taemin’s body as he hovers over top of you and passionately presses his lips against yours. Your lips move together in a dance as Taemin’s tongue finds its way into your mouth. Gently, he begins to suck on your tongue while his hands gently glide up your sides until he cups your breasts. The soft whisper of his name causes him to roll himself into you deeply. The feeling of him deeply rolling into you slowly makes you moan into his mouth as your arms snake around his neck and hold him close.

Taemin’s arm wraps under the arch of your back to hold you in place while your legs tightly wrap around his waist, your toes curling with each roll. He pulls away from the kiss and drops his head beside yours. His panting and low grunts along with your loud moans take over the music coming from the speaker as your bodies cast shadows on the wall under the flickering candlelight.

A moan becomes lodged in your throat when Taemin begins to mercilessly thrust into you. The sound of your wetness is the only sound for a few seconds until you loudly moan at his speed. The pleasure is so intense you aren’t sure whether to jerk away or stay and let the pleasure take you over more. The whimper of his name dripping off your tongue makes him pause for a moment.

Carefully, he rises to his knees and guides you to yours until your back is pressed against his chest. His arm keeps you in place while the middle finger from his free one draws circles around your clit, making you sink as an overwhelming sensation begins turning in your core. Your hips begin to grind against his finger as you repeatedly whimper his name. Your breathing quickens and your head rests back against him as you tell him you’re close. He whispers for you to cum for him before hungrily pressing his lips against yours. You loudly moan against his lips as the wave crashes into you and leaves you feeling weak.

But, even in exhaustion, the feeling of pleasure calls to you as you reach down and guide Taemin’s cock back to your entrance where he slowly enters you once more. The breath from his gasp makes you gasp in return as you rest your head against his chest. His arms hold you close as he begins to slowly thrust upwards. Your body moves in sync with his as your walls occasionally clench around his cock. You reach back and grab his ass with each of your hands, feeling them tighten with each thrust.

Taemin feels his orgasm coming as he begins to whimper uncontrollably in your ear. He fights the urge to quickly get it over with, instead, he continues his slow pace, torturing himself with the drawn-out pleasure. After a few more thrusts, he rolls into you and tightens his grip as he groans, his hips bucking with each spurt of cum. When his body stills, he holds you tightly in his arms as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. 

You can feel his heartbeat slowing on your back before he carefully removes his cock from your walls and guides you to lie on the bed. He gently places his body beside yours where he removes the blindfold. You blink a few times to get used to the light before focusing on Taemin’s face. Pieces of his hair are stuck to his face, his lips are puffy and cheeks flushed, and his eyes tired yet full of passion as he studies your face.

“There you are,” he jokes, making you cover your face with your hands before he gently removes them and places a kiss on each of your palms. “Don’t hide from me.”

You bashfully look into his eyes and feel yourself melt back into him as you move closer. He takes you into his arms and soothingly rubs your back before giving your forehead a gentle kiss as you drift to sleep. Though his eyes feel heavy, he manages to find the strength to go around the room and put out the candles before sliding back into bed and placing you back in his arms. To him, there is no other feeling than having you where you belong, in his arms, safe and loved.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Rantaro x Shy!Reader x Nagito

warnings: nsfw, cunningulus, breast play, necking, virgin reader, threesome, biting, the reader uses female pronouns and has female parts!

word count: 1.6k words

also, i haven’t finished dgrv3 yet so I probably won’t do Rantaro justice, but i still hope you enjoy :)

You were sleeping in your room when you heard your door bell ring. You groaned out a rushed, “I-I’m coming!” You quickly got out of bed, completely overlooking the fact that you weren’t wearing pants. You walked up to the door, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with one arm, and opening the door with the other. Your eyes widened and you fully woke up when you were faced with the two boys your heart was split for. Nagito and Rantaro.

Nagito; You believed Nagito was sweet and had good intentions. His hope rants that everybody thought was annoying, were adorable to you. You could understand his perspective and his need to help everyone, he convinced you that hope really was beautiful. Not only that, but every time you hung out with him, he always made you feel better about yourself. He would constantly compliment you and put you on a pedestal, worshipping the floor you walk on.

Rantaro; You had grown to rely on this man, being timid all your life has been hard. So he helped you cope with your anxiety, never pushing you to go too far out of your comfort zone. He was always patient, and that’s what you loved about him. He would always be gentle but stern with you, and he always took care of you. 

As you can see, you were torn between the two. You couldn’t choose who you loved more, Nagito or Rantaro. So you can imagine the surprise on your face when you saw the only 2 boys that you fell for, right in front of you. 

“My hope- Mmphh?” Nagito made a confused noise and turned his head to look at Rantaro, his speech rudely interrupted when Rantaro slapped his hand on Nagito’s mouth, “Why aren’t you wearing pants?” He scolded you, looking directly at your strawberry patterned panties. 

“Uhh- Huh?” You looked down before realizing you weren’t wearing pants. “O-oh! Ahh! Sorry, sorry!” You panicked as you turned around to try and look for pants, slightly bending over. Your ass was now exposed to the two boys you loved the most, unknowingly making both of their pants stretch. 

“My hope, you don’t need to worry about those!” Nagito pushed past Rantaro, you turned around and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “In fact, you don’t need to worry about clothes at all!” He grinned widely, you confusedly looked over to Rantaro to explain. “You just had to ruin the mood.”

Rantaro glared at the hope-crazed man, rolling his eyes as he continued, “Listen s/o, w-we both like you and we were wondering if... I don’t know, if we could share you?” He looked at his shoes, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. You looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, before realizing what had just happened.

“..Like me? Oh. Oh! Haha, you almost caught me there...! Funny. That was a pretty shitty joke though to be hones-” Rantaro sighed as he grabbed your face and kissed you. Your eyes open and shut as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

Your breathing quickened and your arousal pooled underneath your cunt. Nagito was already getting hot and heavy from watching the two of you make out. Rantaro slowly backed you up until the back of your knees hit your bed, making you fall back onto the bed. Rantaro unwillingly let go of your lips, “Komaeda-” He breathed out, “Your turn.” 

Komaeda’s eyes widened as he was called, “Ah.. Is trash like me really even worthy of touching a deity such as s/o-” “J-just shut up and kiss me, please?” You beckoned him towards you, breathing uneven. He quickly complied to your demand, on his knees in front of your spot on the bed.

Before leaning in however, he was still unsure if you truly wanted to do this, to do this with trash like him. So to confirm your consent he asked, “Is this okay?” He wanted to make sure you were comfortable, this being your first time after all. “Y-yes.”

You looked up at him with need in your eyes, pressing your thighs together from the anticipation. “Please.” He slowly leaned into you and kissed you gently, giggling softly at the sensation of your lips. He eagerly kissed your lips before he pulled away, 

“I can’t believe I-I’m actually kissing you! Just my luck, huh?” he smiled down at your flustered, vulnerable state. His kisses continued to overwhelm your senses, trailing down from your lips to your neck and collarbone. Leaving small love bites, provoking you to let out his favourite noises. 

You almost forgot about Rantaro until you felt a warm body slip underneath you, moving you into their lap. “Don’t forget about me, angel.” He breathed out a shaky sigh as he felt you squirm on top of his groin. He bit down on your shoulder as Nagito moved his focus to your breasts.

He hastily threw off the article of clothing preventing his access to your chest, and latched his mouth onto your nipple. “No bra? Just my luck.” Komaeda chuckled darkly against your skin, a new found dominance laced within his words. 

You whimpered at the dominance emitting from him, clenching your thighs together eagerly. Rantaro slid his arm around your torso to cup one of your breasts, massaging it as he gave you another hickey on your shoulder. You let your hand snake between your legs whilst the two were focused on your neck and breasts.

You attempted to relieve yourself from the pulsing of your pussy, but before you could even brush your fingers against your clit, Rantaro stopped you. He gripped your wrist and laughed at your desperation. “Would you like me to help relieve you?” He asked, replacing your hand with his. You peeped as you felt his finger tips graze against your clothed pussy. 

Seeing you so needy for your pussy to be touched, Nagito shifted his attention to the main course in between your legs. Rantaro took of your panties with one hand and gropped your breast with the other, “Mm...!” you moaned at the feeling of your glistening cunt being exposed to the air. Nagito watched as your pussy twitched in awe, wanting nothing more than to just dive in.

But his needs were unimportant, for he wanted you to enjoy this experience to the fullest. Which meant he had to hold back a little. “Rantaro, let’s switch.” feeling as though he indulged in your pussy enough, switching his attention back to your breasts.

Komaeda set himself underneath you, as Rantaro moved in between your legs, gripping the sides of your hips. Rantaro stared at your clenching pussy for a few moments, wanting to keep this image locked forever in his mind.

You whined impatiently, wanting nothing more than his mouth on your clit. “P-Please! Please Rantaro, I need it so bad!” You looked down at him between your legs, the sight making you want to cum right then and there. 

Rantaro kissed your clit, causing you to let out a pleasured gasp. Your body stiffened up at the pleasure, Nagito kissed your neck to help you relax into it while Rantaro latched his mouth onto the small bundle of nerves.

Sucking on to it and letting go slowly, altering the pressure with his mouth, repeating this process until your legs were shaking from the stimulation. “Shit! g-good, it feels so fucking good.” You sighed out. Proud of his influence on you, he sucked a bit harder against your clit, making you tense up and let out a high pitched whine.

“Please! M-more..! Sh-shit!” He licked in between your folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue. Said action, urged out a low moan from you. While you were focused on the pleasure between your legs you could also feel Nagito’s bulge underneath you, grinding against your ass. 

The sensation of Rantaro playing with your clit combined with Nagito’s bulge grinding on to you, felt overwhelming. You felt as if you were going to combust. A pit formed itself in your stomach, “Ranta- Nagi- I-It feels fun- NGhn -ny! F-fuck!”

You managed to sob out, you couldn’t speak properly from the pleasure building up, “Nagito, you finish her off.” You panted as you watched the boys switch positions. “Ple-please keep going! I-i think i’m almost there..!” Nagito quickly dived in your pussy, his tongue exploring your vulva.

 “Shi-Ah!” You moaned out particularly loud when Nagito curled his tongue inwards, scraping your walls. Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt yourself slowly being pushed off the edge. All it took was a small flick of Nagito’s tongue on your clit and Rantaro’s teeth on your neck, and you completely lost yourself.

You screamed out in overwhelming pleasure as you felt your climax washing over you like a tidal wave. “fuckfuckfuckfuckhhohmygod- hhaah..!” Nagito helped you ride out your high, happily licking up your juices. Nagito let go of you once he noticed you starting to get overstimulated. Seeing as this was your first time, he decided it wouldn’t be best to let you experience that just yet.

Rantaro kissed your shoulder and Nagito kissed your thighs before getting up from his knees and laying next to you. You were sandwiched between the two, Rantaro holding you, whilst you held Nagito. Rantaro kissed the back of your head, squeezing you gently. “You did so well baby, did it feel good?”

Rantaro hummed against your ear, kissing that as well. You nodded as you tightened your grip against Nagito, closing your eyes. “...I love you, my hope.” Nagito took your hand that was wrapped around his waist up to his lips. Leaving a chaste kiss on your knuckles. 

UKGBJHFJVNMF im sorry if it seemed a bit rushed or if it seemed like it was missing a few things, like i said, im still kinda new to writing smut but i still hope it wasn’t too bad! thank you for reading :)

-mod chia

[thegryffindorprincess]

Break Up Sex//Draco Malfoy x Reader sad smut

A/N: Hi Lovelies! Look who promised to post then had a break down (it me!) Anyway, here’s a super sad smut for you while I perfect Worthy part two!

Word count: 1,805

Set: Post War

Warnings: Unprotected sex 

Y/N Y/L/N lay on top of the emerald green sheets of the grand double bed that lay in the centre of the grand bedroom of Malfoy Manor, on her side, eyes pinned to the bed side table. Upon it lay a photo album, that she was stuck staring at as if in a trance, reluctant to pick it up. Her arms darted forward to grab the large, leather bound book as she lay it on the bed beside her, still not opening it as if she were afraid to look. The room was dark, joyless and cold, the hairs on her arms standing to attention, the blackness of the room only defeated by the small, orange candle stick that glowed from the same bed side table the book had previously resided on. The girl sighed deeply, turning to caress the silver writing that indented the green leather of the album, tracing the large note on the cover. 

“To my darling, love Draco.”

She shivered in the cold, wrapping the thin, silk night gown tighter around her body. Tracing the cover once more, noting the curves of the silver snake wound around the message, Y/N slipped her fingers into the album, flipping over the cover to reveal the first page. The unwavering frown that painted her face upturned slightly as she watched the moving picture sitting in her hands. Herself and Draco’s smiling faces beamed back up at her, the eleven year old versions of themselves waving around their Slytherin scarves on the front steps of Hogwarts- the first time they met. She flipped the page over to reveal two photographs of them, this time at the very manor she was laid in at the moment. The top one was of them larking around in the study, taken by Dobby, the bottom of them laying in the thick grass of the gardens, taken by Narcissa. Her fingers stroked their innocent faces as they lay together, hands ghosting eachother. On the page opposite was Y/N and Draco before the Yule Ball, her emerald green dress sparkling through the photo, the picture below depicting their first kiss. Draco had written in his neat, cursive writing next to this one: “when you became mine” the green ink swirling gently next to the picture. Y/N smiled a little more at that, dreaming of how simple everything seemed. The next few pages were littered with them at parties, in matching couples Halloween costumes, their first official Christmas and the many famous Malfoy Balls. The album became a little empty after that, Y/N’s face creasing at the thought of the war. But after that came the pictures of their engagement, causing the small smile lines in her face to return. The most recent picture in the book though, was the two of them toasting champagne to Draco’s new job as relationship liason at the Ministry and her face fell. She could never admit to him that she wasn’t happy with his job, to her that would never be fair, but Draco’s job consisted of partying and networking- essentially getting drunk and buttering people up. It bothered Y/N and it wasn’t like he didn’t know it. She thought about the fact that in the last six months they hadn’t really talked at all and if they had, it would be an argument. Their was nothing particularly great about them anymore, it was clear to even the most distant onlooker that the things they had in common where starting to disappear and Y/N wished that it upset her more. But if she was honest, the whole thing had been slowly losing it’s sparkle for months. 

Closing the album and slipping it back onto the side table, Y/N pulled the covers over her body, unsurprised at how they failed to help her feel warm. As she rolled over to face the other side of the room, away from the door, she fiddled with the Malfoy family ring on her finger, staring at it sympathetically. With one last look at the ring, she closed her eyes and went to sleep. 

A few hours later, around four in the morning, Y/N was awoken by a gruff noise and the thud of shoes being taken off- he was finally home. Draco rid himself of the rest of his suit, leaving him in his underwear and heaved himself into bed. Y/N lay still, hoping he wouldn’t pester her and assume she was asleep. He looked over in her direction for a moment before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. 

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear, before rolling over onto the other side of the bed, leaving distance in between them again. Y/N lay for a moment, contemplating her choices, deciding to roll the same way as him so his back was touching her front. 

“Do you?” She asked frankly, noticing his face twist into slight shock that she was indeed, awake. Draco shuffled awkwardly, still failing to meet her gaze. “Well, do you?” 

“Of course I do babe.” His answer was certain, but he was still unable to properly turn to meet her gaze, too anxious to find out what he’d find if he did. “I’m sorry I’m not here for you enough.” Y/N sighed a little, grabbing onto his shoulders and twisting him to face her. 

“I can’t do this Dray, not like this.” He knew she meant it seriously, but he decided that if he pretended it wasn’t happening, it wouldn’t. 

“I know.” Draco’s response was blunt but she understood. “I love you though, don’t ask me that ever again.” She felt like rolling her eyes but decided against it, instead moving closer to him so that their faces were basically touching. 

“Prove it.” Y/N whispered, her breath fanning his face slightly. Draco looked from her lips to her eyes, wanting to delve into her brain to find out what she was thinking, but he wouldn’t do that to her, not ever. Instead, he closed the gap and placed his lips onto his fiance’s, gripping the back of her neck with his palm tightly, pulling her closer and closer into him. His tongue entered her mouth and began to slip over hers in perfect harmony, her hands gliding from his chest to his waist band so gently he barely noticed. His own pale hands were stroking her lower back, causing her to squirm beneath him. Y/N’s hands went for his waistband but he waved them off, moving her back onto the pillows with his body squished inbetween her legs instead. She watched him, her head laid upon the pillows and her legs spread ever so slightly as he grazed his hands over her body, before curling his fingers around the top of her green panties and pulling them down over her hips and thighs. He watched her intensely as he ghosted his fingers over her area, mindful not to place any preassure anywhere where she would feel it. His hot breath was fanning her inner thighs, making her go jelly-like underneath him. Without any warning, Draco buried his face into her pussy, using his tongue to dart in and out of her folds, her juices painting his chin and lips gracefully. His hand shot to her clit so that two of his large fingers could rub it roughly, causing his name and a string of curse words to fall of of her lips like a spell. 

“So good for me, so so good.” He whispered, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through her body. Y/N let out a broken moan as Draco continued to use both his mouth and fingers to pleasure her, his free hand massaging and flicking her nipples between his fingers.

“Oh Draco, I’m going to...” She moaned, her eyes screwed shut and face titled towards the heavens. Draco watched her mesmerised, enjoying the view of her in so much pleasure. 

“Do it angel, do it.” He coaxed, not once removing his fingers from her clit, still using his tongue to make her legs jiggle. He could feel her tightening on his tongue, and he didn’t stop once her cum was dripping from his mouth, her enjoyment turning him on even more. Eventually he did remove himself from her pussy, pulling away slowly and revelling in her whimpers at the loss of contact. Draco pushed himself up with his hands after she’d recovered, positioning himself over her so that they were face to face again. “Taste yourself.” He whispered, pressing his lips to hers again, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth.

“Fuck” Y/N whimpered, the taste of herself so prominent on his lips that she felt herself begin to drip with her own wetness again. She had little time to prepare though, as before she knew it, Draco was lined up with her entrance and pushing himself in, causing her to grab onto his back as he thrust in and out of her pussy. Her moans began to echo from wall to wall again, and she wrapped her legs around his middle so that he was constantly hitting the perfect spot. Draco’s moans had become growls as his thrusts quickened, his grip on her waist tightening with every thrust he took, causing nail marks to appear in her side. Neither cared for the marks that were forming or the noise they were causing, their bodies were just totally devoted to each other, wrapped into one. Draco’s thrusts had began to become sloppy, and Y/N could feel his dick begin to twitch inside of her. With one last throaty growl ripping through him, he came in her, his cum dripping from her pussy as soon as he removed his cock. 

They didn’t speak after, Draco simply turned around and settled himself to sleep, feeling exhausted. Y/N sighed once more, before leaning over his body to study his face. Once she was certain that he was one hundred percent asleep, she slithered out of bed and over to the wardrobe on the other side of the room. She quietly opened the doors, slipping out the bag she’d packed a few nights ago, filled with her clothes and toiletries. She crept towards the bedside table quietly before placing the last few things she owned into the bag, including the photo album. After doing this, she flicked her wand over her body, wrapping herself in some of her warmest clothes. Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she turned. Spinning back on her heal, she looked down at her hand, to the ring. Looking over at the sleeping man she loved, she slipped the Malfoy ring from her finger and laid it carefully onto the bed side table. Then hoisting up the bag, she waved her wand and disapperated from Draco’s bedroom in Malfoy Manor, hoping to arrive somewhere far, far away. 

[writeofmind]

look at me

Genre: smut ;)

Pairing: Dom!Lisa x Reader 

Type: scenario 

Eyes up, baby. 

A/N: a quick smut for everyone bc that seems to be the only thing on my mind these days?? forgive me. lmfao.

-

“We don’t have much time,” you could feel Lisa’s smirk against your neck as she pushed you against her dressing room wall, “you’ll have to be fast.”

Lisa’s body covered yours completely, if not more, her nose brushing against the most sensitive parts of your neck, her thigh pushing between your legs to hold you up. Your hands rested on the wall and you panted as you looked over your shoulder, excited for what was to come.

A breathy hum came from your throat. “It’s you that has to be fast, love.”

Lisa let out an amused laugh as a smack rang out against your ass. You gasped, pressing yourself closer to the wall as if it could save you.

You felt Lisa’s breath on your ear, one hand snaking up your shirt and the other sneaking down past the waistband of your pants. Your breath hitched in your throat when her finger just barely skimmed past your nipple.

Situations like this weren’t rare at all. Sometimes you even wondered if quickies were Lisa’s preference, as she always found time to have her way with you before a show or program, and damn was she good at it.

“You’re already so eager, baby,” Lisa’s hand cupped your heat over your underwear, your knees buckling at the sensation. “I can feel you already.”

A whimper made its way out of your mouth.

Lisa’s long, slender fingers scraped up from your stomach to trace the outline of your jaw. With her other hand, she played at your clit, touching it ever so lightly, eliciting soft moans from you.

“Ugh, don’t tease me, Lisa,” you whined.

With a smirk on her face, Lisa pushed your flimsy underwear aside and began to play at your folds. The sounds coming from you was music to Lisa’s ears, but the growing need from between your legs was starting to drive you insane.

“Lisa—”

Your words were cut short and replaced by a needy moan when Lisa pressed her palm to your clit.

“Shhh,” Lisa cooed, “that was a pretty noise baby, but you need to be quiet.”

You bit your lip at the feel of Lisa being so close. Her palm was replaced with the tip of her finger quickly with her index and ring finger easily spreading you apart for more access— you groaned whenever she slid a finger partly into your entrance.

Lisa’s expertise with her hands never failed to surprise you. She always found a way to send you over the edge, but her absolute favorite thing to do was to keep you edging, always begging her for more.

A jolt was sent through your body when Lisa’s movements sped up. She circled the nub with her finger, in a rhythmic, stimulating motion— your hips twitched at the roughness, but you pushed back into her to feel more. Her other hand pinched and twisted at your nipple, flicking it as if it was her tongue, and your mind began to blur.

Aside from Lisa’s fingers, you rocked your hips against her thigh that you rested on, constantly whining at the amount of attention you were getting.

“Fuck,” you groaned, “I’m gonna—”

When Lisa leaned in to suck on the nape of your neck, you fell apart. With your head thrown onto her shoulder, you leaned completely into Lisa with an arched back, your moan muffled by your own hand. Your thighs squeezed Lisa’s hand between your thighs, her fingers still circling your clit to let you ride out the entirety of your orgasm. The sensation left your body feeling like dead-weight.

Your breaths were heavy when Lisa gently turned you around. Leaning your head against the wall, sweating, you smiled lazily at her.

“That was fast. You listen so well,” Lisa hummed as she played with the tips of your hair. You laughed and held her cheeks to kiss her nose.

“You flatter me. I suppose you want something in return, since we have extra time?”

A mischievous smirk came across Lisa’s face. Within her smile, she licked her teeth before taking you by your wrist and guiding you to her dressing room mirror, where she bent you over and stood behind you. Your hands immediately went to support yourself on the dresser, your hazy eyes looking into Lisa’s through the reflection. You saw the idea behind her smirk.

“Actually,” she leaned forward, molding against your body once again, “I want another taste of you.”

You let out a laugh before your breath hitched in your throat. Lisa wasted no time in slipping her hand beneath your pants again, easily gliding between your folds because of your previous session. Her fingers spread you apart once more, coating themselves in your arousal. You hissed when her fingers eased inside of you, the feeling of her slick fingers rubbing against the most sensitive parts of your walls.

Soon, her fingers began to pump inside you, faster and faster, building the tension that you so craved to break.

The desk beneath you creaked as you gripped the edges, your knuckles turning white as you bit your lip to stifle your moans. You felt the warm feeling return to your stomach in no time at all, and you gasped, letting your head fall to hang below your shoulders. Lisa kept a tight hold on you as she kneaded your breast in her other hand. The stimulation of both parts of your body made your mind go hazy, and you were unsure how long you’d be able to hold out.

“Hey,” Lisa’s stern voice made your body tense and your walls clench, “eyes up, baby.”

Lisa’s other hand came up to grab you by your throat. Her fingers wrapped delicately around the sides, pushing your head up so that you made eye contact with her in the mirror. Her eyes carried the intense look of lust, her lips turning up at the corners seeing you in such a state.

Your eyes were lidded with your mouth hanging open, drool forming at the edges of your lips. In a regular situation, you would be embarrassed beyond repair— right now, your humility was out the window. Looking at yourself in the mirror and back at the woman fucking you almost made you come on the spot.

Like throwing oil to the flame, Lisa let go of your throat to creep her fingers past your jawline to play against your lips. You greedily opened wide— wider, even— and stuck your tongue out to accept her invitation. Her sleek fingers pressed against your tongue, your lips closing around them and letting your tongue roam.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” Lisa moaned against the back of your neck, “you take me so well.”

You couldn’t resist the loud whimper that she was able to pull from you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the praise Lisa would give you, and she loved to give it back just as much.

Knowing that you two were against time, Lisa pushed her fingers in deep, curling against your walls. A gasp-turned-moan came from you as the orgasm ripped through your entire body— you shook in Lisa’s grasp before leaning against the mirror, limp. Sweat was formed at your forehead as you breathed with ragged breaths.

You heard a small chuckle come from Lisa before she leaned in to kiss your cheek. “You’re so good, baby.”

You sighed, laughing in return, and turned to kiss her back. You flinched as Lisa removed her hands from you, letting yourself relax now with your body feeling like lead.

“I think you should get to your stage, superstar.” You smiled at Lisa through the mirror, who was cleaning herself as well as coming over to you to do the same. She gave you a sweet smile (a huge contrast to the lustful eyes she held before) and wiped you down, giving you a soft kiss.

“I’ll see you in a bit, then.” Her hands laced themselves around your waist to turn you around.

“Yes, you will,” you leaned forward to brush noses with her, “and when you do, I hope you’re ready for your reward.”

[kaalamarii]

Henry and The Lord of Shadows (Levixgn!MC)

For ObeyMax (yeah, I’m like five days behind).

I told myself I wouldn’t use the tail because everyone uses the tail and what did I do...I used the tail.

Warnings: Smut and all the things that come with smut! Obviously, use of the tail. Choking. Roleplay, I guess??? Honestly, probably a bit cringey. I tried my best to keep it gender neutral, but am still new at it, so I apologize if it’s awkward or not quite right.

Also, I could not remember anything about TSL so I just kinda bullshitted that.

Masterlist

MC!” Leviathan whined. The human was sitting on his computer chair, in full Henry cosplay, scrolling through Devilgram. They looked up at the pouting demon dressed as the Lord of Shadows. “Henry doesn’t get on Devilgram. They don’t even have D.D.D.s in the TSL universe. You said you’d roleplay with me.”

“Yeah, this isn’t what I was expecting,” MC mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing.”

MC set their phone down and turned to Levi to give him their undivided attention. “Okay, Levi, what do I need to do?”

“First of all, it’s Lord of Shadows. We’re going to do a scene from the latest volume where Henry and The Lord of Shadows win a fight against some bandits and, exhausted, build a fire and camp out. They drink wine and tell stories and talk about what’s been happening in the story, and it’s just such a great moment in their friendship.”

MC nodded. “Got it.”

“Alright...let’s sit down here on the floor,” Levi muttered, placing two pillows from his bathtub onto the ground. He grabbed a wine bottle and two glasses from his side table and set them down between him and MC.

He poured the wine and MC instantly took the glass, pounding the drink back. Levi stared at them. 

“You’re not supposed to drink it!”

“What? I thought you said they were drinking!”

“Sip it, don’t chug it.” Levi sighed as he refilled the glass. “Alright, ready?”

MC nodded.

“And...scene!” 

MC stared at Levi, unsure what to say or do. They expected Levi would start, considering he knew the entire scene by heart. 

“It’s your line.”

MC threw their hands up. “What do I say? I don’t know it like you do.”

“Just make something up. And stay in character.”

MC sighed and started enthusiastically. “Wow, Lord Of Shadows, fighting bandits is pretty rad, don’t you think?”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Yes, Henry, they didn’t stand a chance against us. We can rest here tonight so that we can get on with our quest tomorrow.”

“Indeed, our quest. Our quest to...take over King’s Landing.”

Levi furrowed his eyebrows. “Henry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sounds like King’s Landing is from some sort of fantasy novel and has nothing at all to do with us.”

“Oh, right. Do forgive me, Lord of Shadows, I believe this wine has gone to my head. Yes, our quest. Our quest to...defeat the…” MC wracked their brain, trying to remember the plot of TSL. “The death star?”

“Come on, MC, you know that’s not TSL.”

“You’re a wizard, Henry,” MC teased.

“What? That doesn’t even make sense. You’re Henry.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. I’m done.”

Levi sighed. “Let’s just start over...So, Henry, I heard from the Lord of Corruption yesterday that you’ve been spending time with him outside of our quest. Is that true?”

MC’s expression softened. “Levi…”

“Lord of Shadows.”

“Excuse me, Lord of Shadows. Luci-I mean, The Lord of Corruption simply had me going on a, uh, a side quest with him. As you know, it is soon to be the Lord of Fools’ birthday.”

Levi nodded. “So, we are still friends? You don’t like the Lord of Corruption more than me?”

“Best friends. And are you kidding me? I could never.”

The hint of a smile showed itself in the corner of Levi’s mouth before quickly turning into a frown. “I get worried with all of the other Lords around, you know. They have a lot more to offer you. I’m just a recluse.”

“I’m lucky to have a friend like you, Lord of Shadows,” MC said with a grin, scooting closer to Levi. “I think you’re a really good friend. You’re funny. And sweet. And cute.”

Levi’s eyes flicked over to the human. “...you think I’m cute?”

“I think you’re really fucking cute,” MC replied, playfully nudging him with their elbow.

He blushed, avoiding their eyes. “They don’t say those words in the TSL universe, MC.”

“Who’s MC? I’m Henry, remember?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Levi said, “Hey, Henry? Do you ever think of being...more than friends?”

MC grinned. “Constantly.”

Levi looked up, his eyes wide. “Y-you do?”

MC swung a leg over Leviathan, moving over to sit in his lap. 

Levi jumped, the red in his face darkening and mouth dropping open. “Wha-what are you doing?!”

MC hugged Levi tightly, brushing their lips against his ear as they whispered to him. “Do you want to be more than friends, my Lord?”

Levi nodded, too shy to speak. MC could feel him growing hard against their thigh, and they adjusted their hips, moving against him. The demon’s breath hitched, and he closed his eyes and shuddered. “MC…”

“Yes, Levi?”

“Can I kiss you?”

MC nodded, a smile on their lips. 

Leviathan gently rested his hand on the back of their head, pulling their face to his and they collided. Both of their eyes shut as they moved their mouths against each other. 

MC pushed their tongue out to brush against his lips. Levi opened his mouth with a moan, inviting their tongue in. As their mouths worked together, Levi laid down, bringing MC with him. He gently laid them down beside him, never losing their kiss. His hand began to roam, through their hair, down their side, a nervous yet brave grab of their ass and thigh. MC grinded their pelvis against Leviathan’s, earning another moan from the demon.

When MC dragged their hand down to undo his pants, his breath caught in his throat and he grabbed their hand. 

“You don’t want to?” MC asked, worried they had made him uncomfortable.

“I d-do. But I don’t know that I’ll be any good. I’m a bit out of practice.”

MC grinned. “It’s okay, Levi. It’s been a while for me too.”

“You still want me?”

MC wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. “I’m your Henry, Lord of Shadows.”

Levi couldn’t keep his demon form under wraps anymore. Hovering over MC, he dipped his head to attach to their lips again as he transformed, horns and tail making their way out. Their tongues wrestled as MC went back to his pants, pushing them down and releasing his cock. He let out another moan as MC stroked him.  He rested his head on theirs, eyes closing with pleasure. “W-wow, MC.”

“I wanna make you feel good, Levi.”

Levi bit his lip. “I want to touch you too, can I?”

MC nodded, desperate. Levi pulled away from them, helping them out of their clothing. The two of them adorably fumbled with each other, undressing each other clumsily, feeling each other up, kissing each other. 

MC crawled down to Levi’s crotch, taking him into their mouth. Levi laid back, pleasure washing over him as MC bobbed up and down on his cock. MC gasped at the sudden feeling of Levi’s tail wrapping around their leg, slithering up their thigh and teasing their entrance.

“Is that okay?” Levi asked, voice shaky.

MC groaned as the tip of his tail slid up and down against their hole. “Yes, Leviathan please.”

“No,” Levi demanded, his tail dipping into them and quickly pulling out. “Lord of Shadows.”

“Mph,” MC moaned at the feeling of his tail slowly pushing into them. “Yes, my Lord.”

Levi stared at the human around his dick, mesmerized at the sight of them. Their eyes rolling back from the pleasure from his tail and their beautiful mouth drooling as they stuffed it with his cock. 

He was about to cum, and as much as he wanted, he wanted to be inside them more. Levi pulled his tail out of MC, earning a pout from them. MC let out a surprised squeak as Levi wrapped his tail around their waist, pulling them up and setting them on their stomach in his bathtub.

He got in behind them, pressing his cock against their ass. He hesitated for a moment, his shyness threatening to stop him from continuing. 

MC felt his hesitation, knowing his nerves were about to get in the way of what they were so desperate to get. “Lord of Shadows, I want to feel you inside me.”

Levi gasped. That’s all he needed to hear. He pushed into them and MC gripped the edge of the bathtub. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Levi’s tail trailed up their body and snaked around their neck, adding the lightest amount of pressure. From the feeling of MC tightening on him and moaning more, he assumed they liked it. He squeezed his tail around their neck a little tighter, and he reached around to play with them as he continued fucking them.

MC’s mind went blank as all the sensations overwhelmed them. Levi inside them, his very talented gamer hands working the front of them, and the tail with just enough pressure, they weren’t sure they were going to last long.

Leviathan was also about to burst. MC could feel in the way he was getting sloppier with his movements, his cock getting more rigid. “Cum with me, Leviathan.”

Levi moaned as he released into MC, his tail tightening. MC got a little light-headed, but in a pleasurable way, their orgasm intense with the choking of his tail. As Levi’s climax died out, his tail relaxed and slid away from MC’s neck. He pulled away, sitting back to catch his breath and admire their fluids running down MC’s leg and joining together in a pool underneath them.

Levi’s tail wrapped around MC again, pulling them onto him. The two snuggled against each other, Levi giving MC lots of kisses. 

“It wasn’t too much with the tail, was it?” Levi asked, worried now that he was thinking clearly.

“It hurt a little but I liked it.”

“I’m so sorry, MC.”

“It’s okay, Levi. We’ll practice, okay?”

Levi smiled excitedly at MC’s words. 

They snuggled into him. “You think Henry and the Lord of Shadows ever do anything like that?”

Levi laughed. “You sound like the normies that write weird fanfiction about them.”

[ambrial-blog]

My Little Imp

Ares Goeita Ponies flying Ponies: Prestigious pure bloods Stella, Stolas and Octavia Spindle Ponies Hybrids: Blitzo. Millie Chaos Ponies: Hybrids Mixed with the Serpent-Ponies they are both wild and feral: Striker, The White devils: Moxie The Burning ones: Bombproof Sucubus ponies: Harlequin Ponies" Fizzouali, Mammon and Robo-Fizz Characters. Stolas: Ares Goeita: gray coat and feathers. Stella: Ares Goeita: Light gray coat and feathers Octavia: Ares Goeita Light gray small colt and a Healer Blitzo: A red flying spindle with bat wings and a black-heart shaped cutie mark Millie: Red Spindle: Blitzo's mamma and Moxie's wife. Moxie: The White Devil: Ivory mane: golden eyes :(Blitzo's father: Millie's husband) (Fun Fact: Blitzo like to call Moxie his brother, because he doesn't see Moxie as an authority figure: they constantly bicker) Striker: A chaos Pony: (Hybrid with the serpent pony) pushy and used to getting what he wants. He sets his sights on a young spindle horse

Someone had left the gates open, and he had slithered past them, watching the apple red horse from afar flutter about his amber-hued-ruby-red eyes, alluring beckoned him from the shadows. Spiral yellow eyes narrowed as he listened to the candy-coated colt chatter away with the prestigious Ares Goeita.

Striker's tail wraps around Blitzo's midsection, pulling him closer and away from the Goeita pony. Blitz blinks back in confusion. One moment, he was talking to a flirtatious Stolas who was offering him a bite of apple underneath the apple tree.

Next, he was staring into the blazing yellow eyes of a peach-skinned Feral. Blitzo gulped, taking a step back, listening to his tail rattle. This was bad. Blitzo was trapped in a corral with a Feral in heat. His older brother: The Moxie Pony, had drilled into his head two things at a very young age. One: you must never go near another pony while they are in the heat: and two never mingle with the wild ones: the untamable brutes who like to bully and harass the smaller.

Striker was both- a pure hybrid self-sufficient and always on the prowl looking for a Superior mate. Taking what he wanted regardless of anyone else.

The snake pony hissed evilly, Cornering Blitzo while nuzzling his cutie mark. Forcing Blitz onto his back, his hooves stomping onto tiny bat-wings keeping Blitzo pinned beneath him. His cowboy hat shades his face as he dips down, nuzzling and nipping at Blitzo's neck. Striker has his skull choker in his mouth, dragging Blitz along, making a pleasing chortling sound as Blitzo drags his hooves on the ground.

"Let go! I am not ready for this! " Striker nuzzles his butt before nipping his ear. He uses his nose to push the red-skinned spindle further into the open. Forcing Blitzo to the ground, he bares his teeth. Nuzzling his nose into Blitzo's chest. Blitzo stares up, his hooves half curled into Striker's red bandanna as he tries to push against his chest. His ruby-red eyes shine as an apple drops onto Striker's head from above.

The Ares Goeita pony is circling them, his wings gliding in the wind. Striker pushes Blitzo against the wall and hides him from view as he snarls at Stolas for interrupting. Blitz manages to wiggle out, running through Striker's legs, but before he can run far, Striker lays on him, his entire body engulfing Blitz crushing his wings. Striker laughs, swatting Stolas away: like a pesky fly with his tail.

Hissing and snarling at the Ares Goeita who was fluttering about, his bright red eyes had a murderous glow to them. "Go get Moxie and Mamma Millie," Cries Blitzo as Striker grunts and settles into the dirt, waiting for the blue blood to pass.

The Murderous foal twitched in the sky, afraid if he flew away to find the others, the little red-skinned foal and the lecherous fearl would slink away into the night. "Hurry, Stolas! Cries Blitzo earning another grunt from Striker, the rattler laughing at him from the shade of the tree. "Yea, run along, sweet prince. By the time you get back, I will have sown my seed deep into this spitfire.

"And what is that silly little miniature going to do, talk me to death while going over what's right and wrong and ask me- no, no, I prefer it if he begs me out the goodness of my black heart, to give back this frisky little foal." Striker hisses.

The Outlaw rolls his eyes, laughing as Blitzo sticks his head out, "Stolas! Screams trying to escape. Striker just bends his head, nuzzling Blitzo. His tongue licks his face as he nips on his ear. Blitzo makes a disgusted face before burrowing into Striker, trying to get the saliva off his face. "I can smell your purity Blitz, no one has broken you in, Blitzy. It must be my lucky day that I happen across your sweet-sweet- almost pheromone-like scent." " you may be only a tiny foal right now, but one day you'll grow into a superior breed, like me, and that's a day I look forward to the most. I wonder what you'll look like while in heat? Hisses Striker, flicking his tongue at Stolas. "I'll enjoy listening to the sound of your heat when your begging me to take you and make you mine." "I've been watching you for a long time, Blitz-longer than I care to admit, you smell of wilderness so this corral isn't meant for our breed I've come to take you home."

Stolas did one last sweep in the air before flying away to the stables where Moxie and Millie were last seen. Loony, the wolf-hound, looked up with sleepy eyes as Stolas entered the barn. His eyes burning red, the stables were empty.

Striker stood up so that Blitzo could get a bit of fresh air. The red-skinned pony stood underneath him, flexing his wings. His legs wobbled underneath him. As Striker brushed his face up against Blitzo one last time before running towards an open fence, grabbing a lasso with his teeth, he hooks it around Blitzo's neck.

Blitz reels back as Striker continue to tug, his body scooting across the dirt, looking up, Blitz eyes filled with tears as he no longer saw the Ares Goeita in the sky. Blitz trotted backward in hopes of stalling for Stolas, his ruby wings flapping at his side as he dove for the outsider. Snaring a hove into Striker's face. Striker snarled, throwing the Spindle into the side of a barn. "Yes, I'll definitely enjoy breaking you in," hisses Striker.

A blood-curdling scream echoes from Blitzo's mouth as Striker stomps on his wings, tearing one of them and shredding the other with his teeth. "No more flying away, no more back-talking he grunts as Blitz shoves a hoove into his chest. Striker leans down to nuzzle the little spitfire.

Blitzo cries out as Striker's teeth sink deep into his neck. He holds Blitzo down while he finishes giving him a mark, out in the open where everyone can see- A premature mating mark. Before taking him by the scruff of the neck. Blitzo had his head bowed, his eyes downcast.

He was halfway out the coral doors when A bright red horse with a black flowing mane appeared over the horizon, hellfire burning in her eyes. Not far behind was an ivory pony with golden eyes set ablaze while above circled Stolas.

Millie tears down the fields, kicking up fire and brimstone teeth bared; she rams into Striker, knocking Blitzo from his mouth. Who slumps to the ground. Moxie is beside his wife, flanking her while Stolas circled Blitzo.

The tiny foal lay motionless in the hot sun, his battered wings flap helplessly as Stolas lands. He nudges Blitz, but the colt doesn't respond.

"Blitzy... Now, come on- stop playing games, Blitzy." Stolas whines.

Millie tares into Striker's neck, ripping it open, her hooves claw at his face. Striker laughs through the pain, his teeth stained red with blood. His tail whips smacking across Millie's face. He headbutts her- but gets derailed by Moxie, who slams him into the fence.

Striker licks his teeth, tasting Blitzo's blood and some of his own. Millie staggers to her feet, seeing her husband corner the feral. She looks for her foal. Stolas had dragged Blitzo into the shade of the tree and away from the fighting.

He nuzzles the heart-shaped cutie mark giving a soft whine when Blitzo doesn't respond. He gives a sad little helpless look to the mare. Millie's eyes churn red as she charges over towards where she had last seen Moxie duking it out with Striker. They were gone. The fence was broken, with blood smeared across it. She looks around, frightened. She tares back down the brimstone, hearing her mate cry out in pain and hissing laughter.

"Millie... Moxie calls, his voice hoarse. Mildred finds her husband skewered on a broken fence. "He is after Blitz, you need to go back, Stolas is in danger," Moxie coughs, coughing up blood. "Moxie No!.... NO! we can fix this. It doesn't look too bad," Mox-baby." "Octavia she can fix this," sobs Millie. "Go unless, you want your son to be forcibly mated to a Chaos-pony, I'll be here when you get back, Mills our son needs us," chokes Moxie.

Back in the corral, Stolas had found a dirty blanket underneath an empty basin. He struggled with it before freeing it and heading over towards the red-skinned pony. Pulling the tattered cloth over Blitzo's prone form, trying his best to keep him warm. He was all-too-aware of how much blood the tiny colt lost and how on earth a slithering feral got into this corral, let alone ranch?.

He nuzzles the colt in hopes of stirring him, but Blitz is out cold. He bows his head as tears fall from his eyes. He nuzzles him repeatedly, sighing deeply when Blitzo's head drops down. " Blitzy, please forgive me for not coming quicker. I shouldn't have left you; I should have stayed, then maybe this wouldn't have happened to you my little impish one."

The Ares Goeita then tries for that empty basin, breaking the water nasal and overflowing the tin basin; he drags the bay over, splashing Blitzo in the face. He tries to cool down the colt, forcing water into his mouth. But suddenly still upon hearing the distant sound of a rattlesnake. Stolas springs into action shielding Blitz from those glowing yellow snake eyes and those blood-stained teeth that are pulled into a grin.

Striker was back, and he was ready for round two.

To Be Continued

[commander-hanji-zoe]

Seven is the magic number

As an FYI, this whole piece is a train wreck. I was having a little fantasy about what it would be like to be in a polyamorous relationship with Erwin, Levi, Mike, Hange, Nanaba & Moblit - look in my head I’m greedy & wild lol. This is just one chapter, but I’m tempted if people enjoy it to make it a collection of works, have a proper chapter for the first part & then a chapter for the first time with each & a final chapter which is a 7 person orgy so we’ll see. 

The reader in this is a cis-gendered female reader, but I do plan on writing more stuff that isn’t reader based as well as a lot of reader based material that is gender neutral so it’s as inclusive as possible. Also as an fyi I usually write Hanj/Hange as Gender fluid, but in this fic I have written them as female. 

Pairing: Reader x Erwin x Levi x Mike x Hanji x Moblit x Nanaba 

Word Count: 6,008  Warnings: Smut/unprotected sex 

Summary: The reader is invited by Erwin to join in with a polyamorous relationship, there’s several dates without sexual contact but when y/n confirms she is happy with the set-up, they are visited by each member of the relationship individually for their first time together and to get better acquainted. At the end of the night (and after much smut) there’s a more fluffy bit where they all fall peacefully asleep together - which is a cuddle pile I’d love to be in. 

The offer had been unexpected but not at all unpleasant. The time you’d spent with the scouts suggested there was something going on behind closed doors between some of the older veterans. But when Commander Erwin called you into his office and explained the situation you were left more than a little red faced. 

They’d all noticed you and talked about adding another to their relationship for some time, they were just waiting for the right person and it turned out that was you. Beforehand you hadn’t really ever thought about being in a polyamorous relationship, you weren’t even really sure how you felt about them or how they worked. But now Erwin was inviting you to be a part of his family alongside Levi, Hanji, Nanaba, Mike and Moblit. 

You accepted, surprising yourself with how quickly you agreed to be a part of it. The agreement was that you would have several trial evenings with them, each of a different nature and at the end Erwin would ask whether you wanted to join. 

The first date had a hard rule about no sexual contact, Erwin was adamant about that. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable with all of them and that you got a feeling of what it would be like to be a part of their group. 

The third date was when you cuddled with them and kissed for the first time.

The fourth was much of the same but you got to watch as the others slept together, Erwin meanwhile holding you in his arms and stroking your hair.

It was only after these first four dates that the Commander called you back to his office to discuss the next stages. It was strange in the sense that it felt overly formal, like going for a job interview, but Erwin had to be sure you were a right fit for them and that you too were comfortable. 

“Well y/n what do you think?”

You gulped and nodded, yes, you wanted to be a part of it. 

The Commander didn’t look up from his papers and left you shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot wondering if you were excused or if the commander would ask more questions. When he finally looked up, the candle on his desk reflected in his eye, the corners of his lips turned upwards to form the smallest smile. 

“Very well,” he reached out his arms for you and pulled you into him so you slid onto his lap. 

You went in to kiss him, rocking your hips as you did so but Erwin put his hands on your shoulders to stop you, “Ahhh ah patience my dear, patience.”

You all but let out a soft whine, you’d been so close to him and why on earth would he pull you into his lap like that if he wanted nothing? Perhaps it was as simple as him teasing you or to assert his dominance as the head of the group.

You let out a small gasp as he cupped your chin in his large hands, his fingers just pulling your lower lip down a little. His piercing blue eyes just watched you as if monitoring your expression as he snaked his other hand up your neck and into your hair. It might have been one of the most intense moments of your life and knowing that it most certainly wasn’t going to go anywhere, at least in that moment, only served to heighten your curiosity. 

You could feel him growing hard underneath you so why didn’t he want to take you now, but then that was part of the game, like he said patience. How much sweeter would this be when it came to having your first evening with them all. 

“Good things come to those who wait isn’t that right my precious?” He stroked your cheek with such delicate grace, his eyes staring at you in earnest. 

You nodded and immediately shuddered when the hand that had been in your hair moved down and gripped your thigh, he squeezed tightly for a moment and then removed all touch from you.

“Y/N you are dismissed. We will see you here tomorrow night.”

You gulped and nodded weakly, “Yes Sir,” you knew your cheeks were blushing a furious shade of scarlet but you couldn’t have cared less. 

As you left the Commander’s office you found yourself unable to breathe and your legs were shaking so much you felt like a newborn foal walking for the first time. It was only when Erwin’s door closed behind you that you were able to breathe and leant back against the wall, your knees still feeling weak.

“Y/N are you alright?”

You jumped in response, you weren’t expecting anyone to be right outside. You looked up to Rico looking at you. 

You nodded, “Yes i’m fine.”

“You look a little flustered.”

Oh no, you could feel the colour darkening once again, “Oh it was just some paperwork that got me all confused, the commander was helping me with it,” you replied rather pathetically.

Rico smiled and nodded, “Right, see you around.”

As you walked away you let out a long sigh of relief as you head back to your duties feeling thoroughly frustrated but more excited for your first official date as part of this wonderful group. Erwin had explained to you what would happen and your mind raced in equal parts nerves and excitement as you thought about it. You would get a chance to be intimate with each member of the group and then would spend the night with Erwin. 

First you were visited by Mike. He was rough but loving and in his arms there was a brief moment with him where you felt like you finally understood what true love felt like. His hands were so large he was able to grab handfuls of you and he left no part of your body untouched or ignored. When he first entered the room, he took his time undressing you, taking you apart piece by piece, just a small taste of how soon he would make you come undone. While some of the others were happy with you already naked on the couch, Mike wanted to underdress you and worship you. He continually praised you and stroked your hair, when you made him feel good he wanted you to know just how good. Although the kissing and sex itself was rough, he never made you feel like you had to do anything. When he pushed you back onto the couch and dove between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs and kissing them, swirling his tongue on your smooth skin and sucking. Leaving a trail of perfect little marks into your inner thigh. When he started to work his tongue on you, kissing you and licking, these were the moments you thought he must have been sent from the gods to make you feel that good.

 He constantly checked you were okay, especially when he undressed and you saw the size of his cock for the first time. The audible gulp that came from you made him concerned for a moment, but those kisses that made you melt, the way his hands were in your hair as you went to suck his cock, you knew Mike was the gentlest of giants. He fucked you against the wall, your legs wrapped round his waist and hands in his hair. Mike was loud during sex but it wasn’t just grunts and groans, no, he was full of sweet nothings and delicious promises of tomorrow. Mike continually made sure you were comfortable and he refused to cum until he had made you reach climax first. You came with him inside you, having moved from the wall to the couch, his fingers working between your legs tipping you over the edge. 

Your nails scratched down his back as he fucked you into the couch and with a loud grunt came inside you, his body shuddering repeatedly as he said your name. His forehead, sweaty and hair matted pressed against your own. “Damnit, I wish I had you all to myself tonight.” Those were the last words he said to you before he left the room. 

Levi later would complain that you’d been too loud, Erwin had a smirk on his face, he knew the reason behind the agitation. It wasn’t that he hated hearing you fuck, quite the opposite, it drove him crazy till he was rutting against Erwin’s leg, desperate for release. Jealous that Mike was getting you first before he, jealous that Mike was getting anything before him. 

Levi was next, he left you shaking and white-knuckled. He wasn’t as strict as you’d imagined him to be or quite as dominant. Yes, he took control, they practically all did but it was more than that, he wanted you to explore him as much as you liked and feel every second. With his sharp tongue he was incredible when he went down on you, doing things in a way no one had ever done to you, his tongue slipped inside you, you could hear him moan at your taste and then he went lower flicking his tongue over your anus. You gave a surprised cry but when his tongue dipped in you couldn’t help but hold onto his hair with a tighter grip. He wore such a satisfied smile when he looked up from between your legs, in truth it was more of a smirk.

It surprised you how long it took for him to get undressed or show any need for his own pleasure, the stamina and control was impressive. When he climbed back up your body he was excruciatingly slow, leaving a trail of kisses from between your legs up over your stomach and over the dip between your breasts and flicking his tongue over your nipples. He sucked at your neck hard enough you knew he’d have left a love bite.  When he instructed you to ride his face, you were nervous but his hands guided you and honestly being commanded by the Captain in that strict tone made you start to believe it was possible to orgasm from words alone. 

Sex with Levi didn’t last too long with him, he was so pent up from before that you’d guessed he wouldn’t last too long. But it was good. Really, really good. Every minute he would turn you into a new position to see what felt good for you. His kisses were full of teeth and his hands in your hair. He was the only one to ask you if you minded anal, it wasn’t something you’d tried before but with him you were willing to give it a go. He hesitated before settling on saving it for another day but not without leaving you first with a parting gift. He inserted a silver butt plug, fox tail attached inside you before he left the room leaving you gasping and wishing all your holes were filled. 

Hanje and Moblit shared the bed with you at the same time, that was part of their deal, they rarely left one another’s side both inside and outside of the bedroom. They were incredibly cute together, Hanji was as excitable as she was in the research room, curious to explore every part of you, Moblit would do anything she told him to. Hanji marvelled over the butt plug Levi had given you, she was full of praises and telling you how cute you looked, occasionally tugging on the fox tail so you could feel the pull between your cheeks. She then push it in a little making you moan, Moblit all the while gently stroking himself, lazy and slow strokes up and down his cock. Hanji nuzzled into your breasts and for a moment you wished you could just curl up with her and fall asleep. She kissed you slowly, sucking your lower lip and sliding her tongue in your mouth, on top of you, you raised your hips to meet hers, the two of you slowly moved as one.

You didn’t mean to do it but when she grabbed your breasts with one hand for leverage as the other went between your legs giving you feather strokes and looked at you with such a commanding stare you called her daddy… and god did that feel good. After you came, Hanji rolled over to allow Moblit to be with you, he was sweet, full of small tender kisses, checking you were okay, slowly and lazily making love to you as Hanji stroked both of your heads, taking it in turns to kiss you then him. She continued to praise you both telling you what a great job you were both doing making Moblit blush furiously. He came on your belly, there was no need to clean up however as he bent down and licked his own mess from your body, Hanji joined him so the two of them licked you clean, kissing one another as they went. 

Going down on Hanji was one of the easiest decisions you made, though she was controlling she was incredibly sweet and all you wanted was to make her feel as good as she had made you feel. Moblit helped to guide you and show you exactly where she liked it. Once you were between her legs, Moblit sat on you and massaged your back and shoulders with oil as you brought Hanji to orgasm. 

Nanaba made the sweetest love, you spent most of your time alone with her just talking and kissing. She took it slow and wanted to really get to know you before she got acquainted with your body. Her kisses tasted like honey, she took control but made you feel safe throughout. She tied your wrists up with soft scarfs and loose knots, it was as if she were inside your mind, she knew exactly how to touch you, where, how much pressure and when to move on. Her fingers moved so gently against you but with such precision your toes were curling. She fucked you with a glass dildo as she went down on you, ensuring you felt the best you possibly could. The way she worked was slow and teasing for a bit and then she’d go much faster before slowing again, making your back arch and chest rise and fall heavily. Nanaba wanted nothing in return, telling you that getting to bring you such pleasure was all the joy she needed for now. Instead she masturbated in front of you, getting herself off with the same toy that had been inside you a moment earlier, you watched the colour in her cheeks, the way her small breasts bounced when she threw her head back. 

You wished you’d grown up with her, she was like a big sister in many ways, so knowledgeable and reassuring. But also god did she have the softest thighs and cutest breasts along with a neck begging to be kissed. When Nanaba’s time came to leave you felt sad, you could have stayed with her all even sharing secrets and curled up under the covers, you wanted to read her palms and do tarot readings with her before cuddling naked and seeing what happened. 

For you’d been so close to telling her you loved her when you came. 

You were surprised when Mike came back for more, “I wanna try something different with you, will you let me if I look after you?” He asked. You had no idea what he had planned but there was no decision to be made, you already knew. You trusted Mike and would do anything he asked of you, you knew he would look after you no matter what. He opened a door to what you assumed was a cupboard but instead there was a small room, what appeared to be a sex swing already assembled from the ceiling hung in the middle. “Well?” He asked with a wicked grin. Your knees trembled as you begun to walk towards the room, letting out a small yelp when Mike picked you up and carried you across. Afterwards when reflecting on your time in that swing, you couldn’t quite remember everything that happened, in fact, you could barely remember the details, what you could recall however was the feeling and the emotions that were invoked by being so submissive and bending to his will but people so completely loved and filled at the same time. 

Levi also came back from second, he was pleased to see that the butt plug was still inside you and tugged the tail like Hanji had before giving you a spank on your behind. When you moaned he grabbed your jaw, his face inches from yours, “Did you like that sweetheart?” Now you were sure he’d wanted to use the word brat instead of sweetheart, but considering this was your first time with them you guessed he wanted to keep it a little less intimidating. 

Despite what he’d said earlier about leaving it to a later date, he asked if it would be okay to try anal. As nervous as you were you knew Levi would take great care to ensure you were well prepared so you agreed. You had been right, there was a lot of massaging and him using several fingers, gently scissoring and occasionally using his tongue on you. When he fucked your ass he was slow at first, kissing you as he went, but soon he got lost in the rhythm and pleasure of it as he increased his speed and let out more animalistic moans. It hurt, you couldn’t deny it, but it also felt good. People often said there could be a fine line between pain and pleasure didn’t they. When Levi finished and pulled out he was rather red faced. He pressed a kiss to one of your cheeks, “I’m sorry I think I hurt you,” his voice sounded so despondent like he was truly disappointed in himself, “It won’t happen again,” he said. You grabbed hold of his face and kissed him hungrily, “I don’t give a shit Levi, you felt so good, you feel so good, I…” God you wanted to cum again, you were writhing on the bed and rutting against his thigh. 

Levi pulled at the collar, “Come ride my thigh,” he instructed. 

Wet as you were you were easily able to slide up and down his thick thighs. They were far larger than you’d expected and so well toned. 

“I want you to ride yourself to orgasm,” he instructed. Your lips were trembling, you really weren’t sure you’d be able to but what you knew is that you’d give it everything you had to try and do it for him. 

A while later you lay comfortably numb, perfectly exhausted and in a dream-like haze. Everything in the past few hours had blurred into one, all you knew for certain was that you were safe and that the pleasure you’d experienced was nothing like anyone had shown you before.

But now as you lay on the couch a shiver ran up your spine, without the warmth of hands on you or bodies pressed against you, with no kisses, it didn’t take long for the night air to make your nipples to become erect and goosebumps to appear on your arms. 

You shuddered and huddled into yourself, bringing your knees up into your chest. You knew you should get up to clean yourself up, but Captain Levi had instructed you not to move and besides you had no doubt that the others would take delight in cleaning you and taking care of you.

You heard the door open but closed your eyes so that whoever entered, it would be a surprise.

A soft hand cupped your chin, “Y/N look at you, so tired out, you’ve done so well.”

You recognised Erwin’s voice immediately and opened your eyes, “Did I make you proud?” You asked feebly. 

Erwin hummed in response, “Yes you were a very good girl weren’t you?”

You nodded, “Yes, anything for you.”

“How many times did they make you cum?” He asked as he stroked your hair. 

“I….” you tried to think about it but your mind was a blank, could you really not recall how many times you’d reached orgasm? “7 I think….”

Erwin pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Hmm good, but I don’t doubt you could handle more?” He asked as he pulled away. You nodded limply. 

You expected him to take you there and add to the mixture of cum that was trickling between your thighs, but you were surprised when he bent down and picked you up in a fireman’s lift and threw you over his shoulder. 

Your cheeks burnt with humiliation but you knew Erwin wasn’t capable of hurting you, even though you felt embarrassed, the anticipation of what he’d do to you caused tremendous excitement. 

He placed you down in the bathroom, “Toilet,” he stated matter of factly. 

“W’what?” you stammered.

“Use it,” he commanded.

You blushed furiously as Commander Erwin stood over you, arms folded as you looked back at the toilet and then back at him. He couldn’t be serious right?

“You must be so full of cum now, practically full, look how it’s dripping down your thighs. You really are a mess. Do you expect me to fuck you when you’re so full of the ecstasy of others? Go and sit down.”

This time you didn’t argue, there was something absurdly hot about this situation you mused as you walked to the toilet and sat down. Thought you would never admit that to Erwin or anyone else for that matter. Were they all treated this way when they joined? From what you heard it started with Erwin and Mike dating back when they were cadets, two friends fooling around with one another then slowly realising they were in love. 

Regardless of how you felt about the situation, your cheeks still burnt with shame and you closed your eyes trying to think of something else to overcome the embarrassment of having to pee in front of him. You cursed under your breath, truth be told you had needed the bathroom for a while but now you were being instructed to go your body was refusing. 

“Look at me,” Erwin said.

Horror as your eyes opened and you stared at him, it felt as if you had stage fright. You were pretty desperate to pee but with him watching you, you really weren’t sure you’d be able to go.

“Come on, you can do it for daddy can’t you? Or do I have to turn on a tap?” 

“N-noo..” you stammered. Maybe it was the fear of letting him down, but hearing the disappointment in his voice was all you needed to finally release. You let out a soft moan as you did so and as the water splashed in the basin you saw Erwin smile ever so slightly. Was he getting off on this? Every part of you wanted to say, “Pervert,” out loud, but you didn’t know him well enough, it was the kind of think Levi would say without a second thought but you would have to earn your place. 

When you’d finished peeing and went to wipe, Erwin interjected and insisted on cleaning you himself. He inspected the tissue,  cum and a little bit of blood that must have been from when Levi fucked your ass. 

You turned away horrified wishing the ground would swallow you up to put an end to the inspection. 

“Poor thing,” Erwin said as he kissed you. 

“Come,” you followed him without a sound and entered his bedroom. There was a steel bathtub, steam rose from the hot water within, it looked incredibly inviting. 

“This is for you,” he said.

You looked back at him wondering if it was a trick, “Go on,” he said, “I want you to relax and freshen up, no point having such a dirty girl in my clean bed.”

You nodded, and he helped you into the bathtub. As you sunk in and the water rose to your breasts you let out a contended hum. 

“Tell me y/n, what if I were to say that I would scrub you all over, wash and brush your hair and treat you like the darling you are, but first you have to put on a little show for me?”

You gulped, “My favourite pet is the other side of the door, what if I were to invite him in for a little fun, what would you say?”

You nodded keenly, “Yes,” the thought of putting on a show for Erwin made you wet instantly.

“Yes what?”

“Daddy…”

Levi stepped into the room, he was still naked, though he’d had a chance to clean up.

He walked in silently and climbed into the bathtub opposite you, he pulled you gently into his arms and cradled you. His kisses were completely different to before, they were soft and tender without a trace of desperation, rather, they seemed tinted with love.

His hands gently scratched at your back as you wound your hands through his hair and entwined them. He peppered your cheek and collarbone with kisses, “You’re beautiful.”

You heard the unfastening of a belt and turned to see Erwin sat on a chair, legs spread as he pulled his cock from his trousers and slowly started to rub himself. His face was the picture of innocence and bliss. The blonde could have been an angel and in that moment you saw something you hadn’t seen in him before, desire and passion outside of work, you saw human emotion and feeling.

“Now,” Erwin said as he stared at the two of you. What you’d expected him to say was to fuck, you’d expected his tone to be harsh and vulgar, what you weren’t expecting was what happened.

“Make love like no one else is here, make love to her Levi like there’s no one else in the world.”

And Levi did just that, the water sloshed over the tub onto the wooden floor as he pulled you onto his lap and slowly lowered you onto his hard member. You moved slowly, Levi’s hands on your hips helping you to raised and lower yourself onto him, his own body craning to meet yours, kissing into your neck, your shoulders, collarbones, muttering words of love and adoration. The two of you remained embraced and kissing tenderly as you slowly built up to orgasm.

As he pulled out of you you looked down and watched small trails of cum spill into the water. Pearls of ivory, a vision of ecstasy. He kissed you once more and slowly you got off his lap and sat back down at the opposite side of the bed, admiring the heat in Levi’s cheeks.

Erwin helped Levi to climb out of the bath, wrapping him in a fluffy white robe. 

“Good boy Levi, you may leave us now. Return with the others in an hour.”

Levi bowed, “Yes Sir,” and left the two of you alone once again. 

Erwin then turned his attention to you, he had a fluffy towel ready for you and when you stepped out of the bathtub he took care to dry every part of you from your arms down to your feet. He took the towel away and returned with body lotion which he applied liberally to your body and limbs, it smelt of vanilla and oats. He lay you on his bed with such care, the sheets were clean and made of fresh cotton. The room smelt of linen and fresh spring flowers. He blew out most of the candles so there was only one lit by the side of his bed. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked as he climbed into bed beside you.

You bit your lip in reply and nodded, “Yes Commander.” The bed was massive, larger than any bed you’d ever seen, you guessed Erwin had to get it especially made for him. You had been wondering until that moment whether the 6 of them ever spent the night together and if so how that would work, now you knew. 

“This kinda set up doesn’t work for everyone, but it works for us and if you think it could work for you too then you are most welcome.”

You nodded eagerly, no one had ever made you feel so loved and welcomed, you no longer dreaded waking up in the morning if you had this to look forward to. You realised that you could be happy. 

As Erwin slid into you your eyes screwed shut, his length barely fit inside you. He literally took your breath away and for a moment you forgot how to breathe as your eyes remained closed you tried to adjust yourself a little to accommodate for his large member. 

“Y/N,” Erwin’s voice was soft as he spoke to you now.

Your eyes opened, you knew they were glistening now with tears.

“Breathe for me,” Erwin said, he stroked your cheek.

You bit your lip and nodded, after everything you’d already been through that evening you could do this, you managed to take Mike for goodness sake and he was the largest, so why was this so difficult? Perhaps you were tired or it was the anticipation of pleasing the Commander which made you less able to relax in the same way you had around the others.

You tried to follow Erwin’s instructions and breathe for him, looking into his eyes for reassuring. He moved slowly into you at first so you could feel every centimetre, he continued to check you were okay, his words worked as you felt yourself relax. The less tense you became the easier it was for him to slide himself into you, though you had the feeling there was more of him to come. His hands were more gently with you than you thought they would be, fondling your breasts and gently pinching your nipples, when his hand went between your legs he stroked so gently you could barely feel it but when it did it was like small sparks of electricity that went up your spine. 

Your legs wrapped round his waist, arms clinging tightly to him as he increased his speed and pounded you into the mattress. 

Erwin moved you, bent your limbs to access a deeper part of you. He pounded deeper into you, you were sure you’d pass out. While Mike had the biggest dick, it was the way Erwin fucked you that was making you lose your mind.

When he came deep inside you it was with a low guttural moan, his forehead pressed against yours, his chest heavy and breathing fast. When he pulled out for a moment you thought that was it the sex may have been great but he wasn’t going to make you cum. He kissed down your body and then dove into you kissing and licking your thighs, his tongue probing into you, unperturbed by his own semen or it’s salty taste. 

His grip on your thighs was like a vice, holding you in place and stopping you from squirming as he continued to pleasure you and bring you to a delicious orgasm. Though you felt at this point you may die from overstimulation, every part of your body was shaking, between your legs now almost numb from contact from others.

When he kissed you you could taste a salty sweet mixture of your fluids mixed together, his teeth nibbled at your lips and he whispered such soft praises, you were glad to know you’d done a good job on your first night. 

For a while it was just the two of you cuddling in bed, Erwin stroked your hair and slowly you begun to talk about everyday mundane things. The kind of things people in a relationship talk about when no one is listening, he made you laugh, you told small, silly stories from childhood and he seemed to appreciate how relaxed you were with him. 

You cuddled into Erwin’s chest for a while before you felt him stir underneath you, “The others will be here soon.”

“Do you all sleep together in this bed every night?”

You were sure you heard Erwin sigh a little, “No, we try to at least once a week but sometimes it isn’t easy. There are nights where we are all on our own, there are nights I spend just with Levi or just with Mike, nights where Mike and Nanaba are together and Hanji, Moblit and I stay in and have dinner together. It just works…there’s no schedule or timetable we just do what feels right at the time.”

You gave a contended sigh and nuzzled further into his chest, “That sounds so wonderful, like a Utopia of sorts.”

“It is, it works for us and I hope soon enough you will see how it works for you too,” he kissed your forehead. 

You heard the door open, Levi ran in like an excited child first, followed by Hanji and Moblit. Nanaba and Mike entered last and shut the door behind them. 

You lay on Erwin’s bed surrounded by the others, entwined and slow sleepy kisses passing from one to another. You got to sleep by Erwin’s side, behind you Mike spooned you, Nanaba slept at the bottom of the bed curled up on her side like a puppy. Levi clung to Erwin as if his life depended on it and maybe in a strange way it did.

Though this type of relationship wasn’t for everyone, you could already see how it worked and understood the deep and inner connection of each and every one. They were happy alone and more than capable of looking after themselves but maybe they wanted more and together they found this peaceful and trusting life. A life which you were more than happy to be a part of.

You woke up several times during the night, not accustomed to being so close to others when sleeping. You heard Mike’s gentle snore, his nose was buried in your hair and neck, it tickled but soft kind of tickles that sent warm trickles down your spine rather than shivers. Erwin looked like an angel when he was asleep, it was the only time you recalled seeing him appear peaceful.

Levi’s legs twitched as if he were a puppy having excitable dreams.

Hanji muttered in her sleep, something about titans and wanting to be their friends. Moblit was a fidgeter even in his sleep, Hanji you deduced, must be a very heavy sleeper not to be woken up by him constantly moving behind her. Nanaba didn’t snore but made small cute noises when she breathed out, almost like melodic hums. 

You could do this forever and never want for anything. The titans, the fear you knew you all felt even if you seldom chose to share it, it was worth it for this.

“Hey y/n, okay you?” You heard Mike ask as he shifted and lifted his head.

“Hmmmm,” you replied sleepily. You turned over so you were facing Mike, your heads on the same pillow. 

Mike stroked your hair, “I’m fine, just thinking how lucky I am.”

In the moonlight you could just make out his smile, “You’ll always be safe with us,” he said and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. When you parted you nuzzled into him, his large arms wrapping round you and pulling you close so you could hear his heartbeat. Behind you Erwin turned and now spooned you.

Nanaba too woke up, she crawled up the bed so she was laying half on top of you and half on top of Mike, “Can I join?” She asked innocently.

Oh yes, this was one of the best decisions you’d ever made.

[finneve]

Greensleeves

Pairing- Steve Rogers x first person reader, Bucky Barnes x first person reader

warnings- none really?

summary- a game of hide ‘n’ seek becomes a torrid rendezvous. Medieval AU. King Steve. 

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“My lords, shall you join our game? It would be more fun with you,’ Natasha called out over the extensive gardens.

Splayed out on the lawn, us three girls had finished off a picnic and were now in the mood for a more active pursuit. After listening to Lady Wanda recite poetry for the tenth time, the Lady Natasha had announced a more invigorating game was needed. Simply laughing, I flick a peach pit away. It was then that Natasha had spied the two lords coming along the path between the rose bushes.

“What is the game?” Lord Samuel Wilson called back. They meandered closer to where our little picnic was placed.

A jovial smile was plastered over the lord Wilson’s face, making his already striking features even more handsome. With him was Lord James Barnes, one of the King’s closest friends. The dark hair that normally hung around his face had been raked back into a knot. Eyeing him eagerly, I felt Wanda nudge me with her elbow. As he neared, Lord James shot me a quick wink to pair with that devilish smirk. Natasha had picked her victims well, knowing that the pair would eagerly play any game we set before them.

“Hide and seek of course,” I proclaim for them.

“And you want us to be the seekers?” Lord Barnes questioned; his gaze still affixed to me.  

“We are better at hiding and we can switch around later,” Wanda pointed out.

“Shall we play then?” Lord Wilson smirked. His words spurred everyone up to their feet. James was quick to dash in and offer his hand to me to help with my ascent. His hand tugged me in close. Near flush against him, I bit back a coy smile.

“Bucky,” his name was soft on my lips.

“Fly away little dove and hide well,” his whisper, soft and filled with hidden intent, was just for me.

Flashing a smirk at him, I reefed away, before starting towards the maze of hedges at the end of the garden. Wanda and Natasha slipped away in the opposite direction, both giggling madly.

“QUICK, QUICK, ladies,’ Samuel voice boomed out. Loudly the lords start counting down the seconds until they could begin their hunt. Stifling a laugh, I hurried further into the maze not wanting to make it easy for them. With a final glance over my shoulder, I spied Lord Barnes and his predatory gaze. I threw a small wave before disappearing from view.

Shifting shadows crept along behind me as I dashed. Eyes darted about, searching still for that perfect place to call sanctuary until I had won. Scurrying into an alcove I threw myself onto the stone seat placed there. A cool breeze washed over my skin while I panted, eager to catch my breath once more.

Hidden in the maze, I giggle as I hear Lord Barnes’s voice calling for me, enticing me to give myself up. Proud claims that they had already found Natasha and Wanda echoed along the deserted corridors of the hedges. but the thick edge to his voice hinted at what he would do when he found me. No, I wouldn’t allow him to draw this game to a close so quickly.

Deserting my station, I made off further into the maze. Twisting back around the maze led me back toward the castle wall. Running along the stony path, my mind raced with thoughts of Bucky and his devilish intent, of amorous kisses before we returned to our friends. Constantly I looked back, trying to spy his shadow stalking along after me. Until the next corner, it wasn’t until that bend that I hit an obstacle. Skidding straight into a thick wall of muscle. Stumbling back, I hit the ground with a dull thud.

Strong hands shot out to bring me back up. Taking the offered hand, I scramble to my feet, trying not to gape so like a fool. The barrier of a man towered over me. His hands gripped over mine, like a snare over an unwitting rabbit. Sunbeams shone his golden hair as if a halo were truly his crown.  

“Oh, my king,” I dropped a quick half curtsy. A rumbling hum was his response. Stoic features now bore a gentle smile.

“Are you winning the game?”

“As long as Lord Barnes doesn’t find me,” I stated truthfully, “I think he does delight in the chase though,”

“I would delight too, to be so blessed with your company for an afternoon, or more,’ Steve tilted his head, gaze softening evermore. With a final tug I freed my hands from his vice like hold. But even so, he stepped closer, pushing his dominating authority over my heated body.

“Surely my King has more important matters to attend to then play games with me and other ladies?” I flustered over my skirts, brushing away any dirt and wrinkles. It was an emerald green gown that Natasha had gifted me when she had grown out of it, last summer.

What was he doing here? I bit my lip at the thought. Returning his gaze, it was hard not to get lost in the ocean blue that was his eyes.

“I spied you from the window, and couldn’t resist joining the hunt,” his hum seemed to answer my question.

“Would you cast me off so discourteously? Like a squire with whom you kissed on a dare?” he queried, “am I not good enough for the game?”

“No, my King, I just believed you to be above such things,” picking at the sleeve of my dress, I could feel the sting of a blush heat my face. it was easier to focus on the loose thread then the king’s flirtatious words.

“Alas, my love, you do me wrong,” His large hands ensnaring my own once more. Shifting back, I felt the leaves of the hedges brush over my skin and hair. The prick of the hedge thorns pressed into my skin as he crowded my form into the shrubbery.

“My lady Greensleeves,” Steve smirked, “shall that be the pet name I call you? You do look an utter vision in green,”

“all my delight and joy, adorned in sleeves of green,” he leaned in further, lips ghosting over my exposed collarbone, before stopping at my ear. A barely there peck to the pearls that hung from my earrings.

“You are but my heart of gold,”

“My lady, if it is my love that you would own, I give it freely,” Steve pulls back, allowing me to take in his expression once more. His blue eyes darkened over with yearning and need.

“My king, you know I am promised to another,” I gaze up at him. I didn’t want to really remind him that I was promised to one of his lords, but Bucky would still be searching for me in the maze. There was ever chance he could stumble across this clandestine meeting any moment.

‘Would you break my heart so easily?’ he looked pointed at me.

‘it would not be on purpose, my King,’

“Oh, how I wish you would call me Steve,” he mumbled lifting up my hand to press kisses to my knuckles. A sigh escapes me before I could stop it and spurs on a smile from the handsome king.  

“We seem to be a world apart, yet close enough for you to hold my heart in captivity,” his poetic words dizzying but enthralling. Placing one of my hands to his chest, the other finds a home bunched in the fabric of his jacket at his waist.

‘Why do you enrapture me so?’ his lips find my cheek.

“I do not truly know, Steve, for I didn’t try to,”

‘but yet I remain, a lover in captivity,’ he sighed, ‘alone, awaiting the day when your sun shines upon me,’

The dazzling smile faded replaced by the dip of a frown. His hands slipped to my waist, pulling my form tight against his own.

‘I will be ready, at the quiver of your hand and heart,”

“Please, my king, do not talk of such things,” I pulled out of his grasp but still his hands found purchase at my waist. They were unwilling to let me move any further from his impressive bulk.

“but I must, you need to know that I would grant whatever you would crave,” his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear.

‘I would wager both life and land for the chance claim your love and good-will,”

“Shall I have my men dress in green too, or shall I have all the fields of the land planted with flowers for you, all the finest silk dresses embroidered with gold and silver, order the bards to sing songs of your beauty and strength? His grip snaked around my waist, drawing me in ever closer, threatening to lift me from the ground, “cause I will gladly do it even just to see you smile,”

‘I have no need of mighty deeds or rings and jewels,’ insistent, I stare into his ocean like eyes. So easy it would be to get lost in them, pulled under and drowned in the most pleasant of ways. He purrs softly as I move to caress his beard.

With zeal, Steve leaned in, his plump lips pushed against mine. A soft delicate kiss, but so filled with a burning desire. His ministrations grew needy as Steve deepened the kiss. Returning this affection, I smiled, feeling his tongue flick across my parted lips. But all too soon he broke the embrace, but stayed close. His forehead resting against mine.

“I pray that you may see my steadfast heart to be true to your own and will return that love most ardently,” he panted through a whisper “in the embrace of my arms,”

‘for now, then we part,”  

Suddenly his hands released my waist, and I had to steady myself against the hedgerow to stop my knees from buckling. Never before had a man made me feel so, like a dizzy girl in the middle of a daydream. Even when I had a sword in my hand, or the draw of a bow pulled sharp.

“I will remain your lover true, but you must come again, to love me,” his promise demanded one too. Hesitantly a sharp nod gave him my agreement.

“My lady of Greensleeves,” his even tone hummed the nickname. The rumble of a chuckle reverbed off him, hitting me with dizzying affect.

Biting back a soft moan, I yearned to be back in his strong arms. Jerking his head, Steve motioned for me to return to the Ladies and their games. I had almost forgotten about Wanda and Natasha. But I would return triumphant and declare myself the winner of Hide and Seek. Even the Lords Barnes and Wilson would have to concede defeat.

Picking up my skirts, I pulled away from Steve and back down the garden path. To the calls from my friends and away from the most determined King Steven. A shiver ran down my spine as I gently touched my lips, where his had been moments before. I pondered how serious he was in his claims of love? How far would he go to get what he wanted? Shaking the worrying thoughts from my mind, I hurried back to the beckoning voice of my intended.

[ally-127]

locker room

genre: badboy!AU smut

pairing: OG character badass! lisa (this isn’t lisa from blackpink but you can imagine it’s her in the story if you’d like) x badboy!jaemin

summary: lisa left class to get some fresh air and away from his suffocating stare that he was giving her while she was doing her presentation. who knew that he would actually follow her right out. he was na jaemin, after all. one thing led to another and... you all know the whole shebang.

warning: smut and quite a bit of swearing oops (read at your own risk)

word count: 2.9k +

song: FOCUS ON ME - jus2 (got7 subunit)

i wrote this without any capitalisation so beware

“lisa, why are you so nervous?” a deep voice questions from right in front of her.

she looks down from the projector screen and at her hands. her eyes slowly lift up and she sees him crack the biggest smile. she isn’t nervous. she’s just irritated.

“you’re so cute.”

the entire class erupts into laughter. aimed at him or her, she didn’t know. impulsively, she runs out of class and into the hallway. before she knows it, he appears right behind her, sneakers screeching against the tiled floors from his abrupt halt as he saw her.

“what are you doing?”

she’s at a loss for words. the biggest fuckboy, and someone who lisa wants to think meant nothing to her, has followed her right out the classroom. his lips are parted expectantly, his dark pink hair swaying across his eyes. she shakes her head. she’s living in a whole fucking cliché.

“lisa,” he murmurs.

“you’re fucking embarrassing me in front of the whole class,” lisa spits at him, the tips of her ears red from both humiliation and anger.

jaemin crooks an eyebrow and takes a few steps toward her.

“you’re mad?” he probes.

“what does it look like?” she crosses her arms, glaring at the boy who seemed so unbothered it annoyed her.

“it looks like you want me,” he leans on the locker and hooks his finger under her chin. the badboy persona really shines when he’s around her. being around her gives him a boost of confidence, of his ego. “do you?”

he angles her chin up so she’s looking straight into those warm brown, mischievous irises of his.

she scoffs and jerks her chin away from his hand. “not everything’s about you, na jaemin.”

“you didn’t say that when you were in my bed last friday night,” he murmurs.

“i—what?” lisa frowns.

“oh, come on,” he doesn’t need tilt her head for her to stare at him. it’s so simple. he’s gorgeous and he himself knows that.

footsteps resonates from somewhere far away. by the sound of it, it’s someone wearing high heels. their teacher.

“jaemin? lisa?” her voice rings through the hallway.

“oh fuck,” jaemin rakes a hand through his dark pink hair.

lisa’s eyes widens.

instinctively, he reaches forward to grab lisa’s wrist. she hates it when he touches her in public, but this time she lets it slide.

he looks around, panicked. he squints at a white metal door, labelled GIRLS LOCKER ROOM. and then he turns his head to look at her. she shakes her head, as if saying “that’s a terrible idea”.

his eyebrows furrowed as he grits his teeth, brown eyes fuming with desperation to get out of being caught.

“if we don’t go right now, we’re toast.” he forces out. “please.”

in his brown eyes, lisa saw something she’s never seen before.

“i’m already on probation.”

silence from her.

“i’ll be expelled.” he finally says.

lisa hasn’t found the words to say but regardless she runs, pulling him with her. he lets out a noise similar to yelp as she drags him to the locker room, the shuffling of their sneakers against the ground echoing in the hallway.  the door of the locker room falls shut, lisa hurrying to it to turn the lock on the door knob.

“damn it, she heard us,” he murmurs.

“yeah you should have thought about that before following me out of class, huh. ” lisa crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.

“can’t help it,” his serious expression completely changes when his lips quirk up into a cheeky smile. “this skirt you’re wearing— ” he extends his index finger, clad in a silver ring lisa always sees him wearing. the tip of his finger brushes against the skin on the inside of her wrist. “—is driving me insane.”

“you disgust me,” lisa spits and turns away. she’s suddenly self-conscious about the pencil skirt she’s wearing. it isn’t even short, rising about two inches above her knees. she doesn’t want to be dress coded.

“me?” jaemin clutches his hand to his chest. his pretty lips forms a pout, face mocking her. “ouch.”

“jaemin, i swear to god.” she glares at him. “i will—“

“you’ll what?” he inches closer.

“i’ll...” once again, she can’t seem to find the right words to say.

“what about this,” he’s probably plotting something in that complicated mind of his.

lisa leans on the locker, waiting for him to draw out something strange as a proposition to pass time.

“we utilise the time we have right now,” his eyes drift up to see the clock hung up on the wall above the lockers. “we’ve got an hour to spare.”

“jaemin,” she sighs. “why?”

“why what?” jaemin’s front teeth sinks into his bottom lip.

“why would you risk expulsion just to follow me out?”

“because lisa, it’s you.” he says plainly.

“bullshit,” lisa spits. “you tell this to every girl you fuck, don’t you?”

“i don’t fuck anyone but you.” genuine hurt flashed in his eyes. in those eyes lisa saw a fracture in the mask of him––being someone who hits and runs, of someone who is afraid of commitment––that he’s been wearing this whole time. a fracture where maybe there is hope for him.

but no, she refuses to believe that.

“then who was that girl you—“

“right, because you believe all those girls you constantly surround yourself with.” without even saying anything else, jaemin already knew where lisa got her information from.

lisa is silent.

“they’re toxic,” jaemin says. his face is like an open book. it has disgust written all over it.

“what do you know about toxic?” lisa counters. “look at the guys you hang out with.”

“fair enough,” he breathes, jaw unclenching and eyes softening.

for the first time ever, she saw something like hurt flash in those brown eyes of his. seeing jaemin actually affected by what she said sparks up something in lisa. now, he doesn’t dare meet her eyes and that’s never happened before. ever.

she opens her mouth to say something, but can’t when jaemin covers her lips with his own, arms snaking around her waist to pull her closer.

he murmurs her name and pushes her against the locker. hands braced on the cold metal surface, he pulls away from her painfully. adrenaline courses through their bodies as their breathing becomes more laboured. jaemin cracks a smile, chest heaving up and down.

“we’re doing this, aren’t we?”

“shut up and kiss me,” lisa tugs him back to her with fingers bunched around his t-shirt.

jaemin laughs against her lips. lisa feels his teeth scrape her bottom lip from his smile, forcing her mouth open. and then his tongue slips in. sneaky bastard.

he grunts when she lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and out of the way. jaemin removes his mouth from her only to attach it to her neck. his arms bring her even closer until he was flush against her body. her hands wander across his abdomen, her fingertips feeling the defined crevices of his abs.

he sucks on the delicate skin of her neck, triggering a moan from the girl pinned against the locker. she closes her eyes while he works his way down. his fingers push the collar of her t-shirt to the side for access to her pale skin.

“we’re short on time,” jaemin kneels down on the ground, in front of where she wants him the most.

“you think i don’t know that?” lisa leans her head against the metal door of the locker, hands in his hair.

he traces the waistband of her skirt, eyes flicking up at her intently. on his lips is a smirk, knowing how much she wants him regardless of the way she acted towards him. he’s teasing her and she might light on fire if he doesn’t do anything.

he slides his hands around her hips to search for the zipper. he finds it, sliding it down. lisa feels the garment loosen around her.

“may i?” jaemin is the only thing keeping her skirt in place. he stands back up, hands still clutching the skirt. he’s waiting for her approval, her consent.

“yes,” lisa places her hands on his shoulders when he lets her skirt fall to the floor.

“jump, baby.” he whispers in her ear.

she does exactly as he says, her legs enveloping around his waist. her arms flies around his shoulders, her lips trailing up his neck to the back of his ear, where she whispers,

“you better hurry or we’ll get caught.”

as if the thought of getting caught turns jaemin on, he groans and lisa feels his hard-on pressing against her clothed core. his hands slide up her legs and to the waistband of her underwear.

despite all the heat that simmers between them, his eyes are worried as he asks, “are you sure?”

“jaemin,” she breathes in his ear, giving a taste of what he won’t hear if he kept this up. “yes, i am.”

“a hundred percent?” he just has the audacity to ask so many questions while he stands right between her legs, doesn’t he?

“fuck me already, jaemin.” lisa sinks her teeth into his neck and just like that, he throws his head back as a moan escapes his lips.

his look of euphoria distorts into a seductive smirk, wrapping an arm around her waist. his other hand reaches between their two bodies to the waistband of her underwear, curling his fingers in and dragging it down to her ankles, where he expertly completely rids her of that last clothing that is in the way.

“it’ll be my pleasure,” he says lowly, almost like a growl.

his fingers stretch forward to give lisa her the first stroke on her bundle of nerves.

she arches against the locker. jaemin slides his arm that was around her body out only to cover her mouth with his large hand, preventing the sounds of her moans to echo across the locker room out and into the open. there’s nothing left to support her except jaemin’s toned torso and the hard locker.

“you have to be quiet for me, okay?” jaemin. “or we’ll get into fucking trouble.”

lisa nods against his hand around her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut as he inserts two fingers into her. under his hand she bites her lip. hard.

“fuck,” jaemin pants.

he pumps his digits in and out of her and watch lisa completely lose it under him. suddenly, his black jeans are too tight around his crotch. his thumb rubs circles around her folds to penetrate her even further than he already has. his bottom lip catches under his teeth while he increases his speed, already feeling her walls tighten around his fingers.

he knows she’d come undone when he whispers, “come for me, baby.”

she screams into his palm as the first release shatters through her. complete and utter pleasure runs through her bloodstream like a drug.

jaemin removes his hand from her mouth and brings his arm down once again to wrap around lisa’s figure. he peers at her face, beautiful and flustered. he feels her chest rising and falling heavily against his own and he couldn’t take how much his arousal piled up in his pants anymore.

“lisa,” he whispers as he retracts his fingers from her.

“what, jaemin?” lisa rests her head in the crook of his neck while she recovers from her high.

“i want to—“

“just do it,” she already knows what he was going to say. “fuck me.”

a silver package appears in his hands after sliding it into the back pocket of his jeans. to save him some work, lisa reaches forward between them to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. she huffs a laugh after seeing the tent that forms in his jeans.

jaemin glares at her dangerously without a word being said. just from that look, lisa feels herself drip between her legs.

“no regrets?” he hums in her ear, his voice a sweet melody she’ll never get used to hearing.

“no regrets.”

below her line of vision, lisa hears the unrolling of latex. jaemin slides the condom over his length with one hand, the other running up and down lisa’s bare legs. he just wants to please her. he just wants to make her feel so good she forgets her own name.

“lisa,” he groans as he runs his length along her folds.

“jaemin,” lisa echoes. her hands somehow found their way back into his hair.

he reaches down to align himself up with her. “i love you.”

he didn’t give her time to respond when he pushes his length into her. jaemin presses his lips onto hers as if he could swallow the whimpers that escape from them.

he keeps his grip on her firm as he starts off excruciatingly slow, in order for her to adjust to his size. sliding out of her slowly, he thrusts himself roughly back into her. the impact made her cry out, her eyelids screwing shut.

“jaemin,” it may be blood she tastes in her mouth from biting her lip too hard.

she has her head buried in his shoulder while he rolls his hips into hers, length fucking her with deep, solid strokes.

“you feel so good,” he purrs in lisa’s ears, sending shivers down her spine.

his hips, flush against hers, made him sink into her to the hilt she started seeing stars. he maintains eye contact with her while he develops a rhythm. a rhythm that he’s never used on her before. a rhythm more harsh, more punishing.

his mouth remains close to her ear, whispering profanities with every plunge he makes. his fingernails dig into the skin of her hips, marking her and bruising her skin. her fingers pull on his hair, multiplying the wave of pleasure that seems to strike jaemin all at once. the tightness around his cock, the tug in his hair...

it took all his might not to come right there and then.

speaking of which, he’s about to drive lisa over the edge once again. and he can FEEL it. he feels her thighs trembling and the sinful sounds that slip out her mouth gradually getting louder.

lisa, too, is trying her best to last. but with jaemin, it’s almost impossible. she feels pressure build up in her abdomen, her walls closing in on him. she trembles under his erratic movements, tugging harder on his hair and teeth sinking into the skin of his neck.

“c’mon, baby. you can do it.” those are simple words that slip out carelessly out of jaemin’s lips. those are words that lisa knows will bring her to her climax. “come for me.”

“fuck, jaemin,” release barrels down her spine, her cry muted by his mouth over hers. the second climax that struck her is the biggest one yet, where she trembled in his arms from pleasure. seeing release unravel her causes jaemin’s own release to  hit.

he drags out a low groan as he presses his head on the locker, beside lisa’s head when he released into condom.

“fuck, lisa,” his pants are hard.

she tilts her head back while they ride out their high. her walls pulsate around his cock and jaemin almost comes again just by the feel of it. he places his lips on her neck, his tongue swiping by her collarbone. he sucks on the skin by her collarbone, knowing very well it would mark her. she moans for the last time after feeling jaemin’s teeth settle in the hollow of her neck.

he pulls out of her, ridding himself of the condom by tossing it in the bin placed conveniently at the corner. he lets her down, careful to hold her up with both his arms.

“can you walk?” jaemin’s tone is teasing while a smirk hangs on his face.

“fuck you,” lisa glares at him.

“already did,” he shrugs.

lisa groans and places a hand on her forehead. they promised each other. no regrets.

“okay,” he bends down to hook his arm behind her knees and across her shoulders.

she shrieks when he lifts her up in his arms. “jaemin— i need to put my clothes back on.”

“let’s streak in the hallway, shall we?” he nuzzles his nose in the crook of her neck.

“so much for caring about being expelled,” lisa rolls her eyes but regardless links her arms around his neck. “please let me down.”

“but i love you,” he whispers into her ear.

she goes very still.

it’s been years since she’s heard those words from him. last time he said it, it was a dare from a foolish friend and just now, before he lost himself inside of her.

“jae—“

“i really do, lisa.”  he lets her down, back onto her feet. “i was hoping maybe we could try.”

lisa slips her clothing back on, reaching to the back and zipping her skirt up while her eyes remains constantly on his.

“i...” she takes one step closer to him. “we can try.”

“we can?” his eyebrows perk up. lisa laughs at his adorable expression.

“only because i love you too,” she cups his chiseled jaw in her hands gently. “but you better not tell anyone.”

he smiles brighter than the sun that leaks through the window, leaning forward and nudging his nose against hers, making her laugh again.

a/n i know this isn’t your usual ���y/n’ story but i really hoped you enjoyed my first ever smut published on tumblr!! i tried to make it as something that can proceed without a plot but i can’t seem to write anything without a little backstory. 

anyway, i find myself enjoying writing these one-shots so prepare for many more to come since i have nothing to do with my life

lots and lots of love,

ally

[steebharringt0n]

stumbling | b.h x you

billy hargrove is not in love, it’s just a silly phase he’s going through

warning: sexual themes & cursing

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it began with stolen glances and soft smiles.

the subtle twist in your stomach, his smile knocked the breath out of your lungs, his nibbling of his bottom lip made your knees forget that they had bones. he was an adonis in his own right - california sun-kissed skin, blonde curls that tumbled down his face, and blue eyes that reminded you of a warm summers day.

you were fucked.

he didn’t know this of course - you were just another conquest to him, another notch in his belt. billy hargrove came to hawkins filled with hate, rage, disdain for everyone who lived there. he only had a year left until he left the so-called ‘hell on earth’ and had plans to never return, wipe the place clean from his memory.

he laced himself with the booze-filled parties that were constantly being thrown in the small town, the only way the teenagers of hawkins could entertain themselves. they would drink until their minds gave out, forgetting the dark stain that the sleepy town had left on itself since will byers miraculously came back to life.

you were a familiar face amongst the party crowd, showing up to the get togethers every now and then. you enjoyed the way the alcohol let you feel loose, slowly losing your inhibition the more pure fuel you guzzled down. you were vulnerable in every way possible, limbs became limber, your mouth had no pause button, and your eyes locked onto your target.

you became utterly fearless, there was nothing that could stop you in your conquest to taste him tonight, even if he was out of your league. with a red solo cup that was attached to your hand, you stumbled over to him. your eyes were glossy, your cheeks had a hue of pink as you watched him take deep inhales and exhales of the cigarette that was always found to be attached to his lips.

he could feel your eyes on him, leering into his form as he set the cigarette down, flicking the ash from it.

approaching him from the side, you carefully reached down to his fingers, taking away the cigarette that rested in between his pointer and thumb. he whipped his head towards you, ready to snap at your boldness, but stopped as his curious eyes watched you raise the cigarette to your pink lips, taking a deep exhale and letting the fumes consume your chest.

with an arched brow, he carefully studied your next move, it would be the boldest one yet.

with the fumes still resting in your chest, you flicked the finished cigarette onto the concrete floor of Tina’s backyard, stomping it with your shoe. your hand darted towards his chin, pulling his face towards yours as your lips hovered so dangerously close to his. you cracked your mouth open, letting the smoke from your mouth swim its way into his.

he was instantly hooked.

no longer were you the quiet girl that sat behind him in english. his vision of you suddenly became warped and his brain became fuzzy as his nose brushed over yours. electricity coursed through his veins, a shock to his system. no one had ever been so striking with him, but the moment you took charge of him was the moment he realized - there was more to this town than he originally thought.

a brief smile pressed upon your lips as you were ready to pull away from him, ending whatever game you had started to play. but he wasn’t finished, he was far from finished. his fingers found themselves wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place before you could even step away from him. a breathless gasp escaped your mouth as his other hand snaked itself around your neck. he slowly caressed the soft skin, his thumb inching its way up until he pressed gently on your bottom lip.

your tongue poked out, inviting his thumb into your mouth, gently sucking and swirling your tongue around him.

he swallowed thickly as your sleepy eyes gently shut, concentrating on giving him a preview of what was to come later tonight. his pants became uncomfortably tight on him - he shifted his feet as your eyes slowly opened back up, a mischievous glint in them.

you had been warned of the consequences of messing around with billy. whispers flew around the school of how he would ‘fuck em and dump em’. you would hear how girls had their hearts torn into shreds, hoping that they would be the one to tame the animal inside of him, but their valiant efforts were fruitless. crushing their self-esteem, and throwing them into a dark depression that would seep into them for days. they were victims of billy’s crusade and you vowed never to subject yourself to such agony.

but tonight, all of that would change in an instant.

no longer did you care if he fucked you and left you, the ache between your legs, and the alcohol that swam through you killed every rational thought that your brain could come up with. 

you gave yourself to him in an empty guest room, writhing under his taut body as his fingers nimbly worked to unwind the tightness that lingered in your belly. his mouth was everywhere - your neck, your chest, your breasts, your thighs. your fingers found relief being tangled into his hair, tugging and pulling gently as his thick cock found comfort in the warmth of your cunt, pounding mercilessly inside of you.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling goosebumps take over your body as your cunt clenched around him, milking him for all that he was worth. he came hard - his teeth nipping at the skin of your neck, marking you with a bruise that would stay on your skin for weeks to come.

he pulled out of you, feeling himself grow soft. he turned to lay on his back as your heavy pants echoed throughout the dark bedroom. the mind blowing sex quickly sobered you up, pulling yourself out of the post-orgasmic haze you swiftly gathered your things. you felt billy’s eyes burn into you as he watched you get dressed.

“I know how you work Billy” you quietly told him, pulling your blouse over your head.

he let out a snort, smart girl he thought to himself. what made her think that she was any different from the girls he had fucked before? nothing - nothing at all.

“thanks for the sex” you muttered before walking out of the bedroom, leaving him naked in all his glory.

the following monday at school, you acted as if the weekend never happened. an unspoken agreement between the two of you to act as if what happened at Tina’s stayed at Tina’s - he would get his fulfillment and you wouldn’t get your heart broken.

but the moment the both of you found yourself at a party - at any party - clothes would be ripped off, and your mouths would be attached to each other. gasping for air, whimpering and shuddering his name as you both came hard. the sex became tantalizing, an escape for you, a way to get yourself off with some extra help.

this would go on for 5 months.

5 months of mind blowing sex every weekend - if not every other weekend.

billy would have never admitted it, but he was slowly becoming attached. he looked for your figure at every party, his eyes scanning out the room until he spotted you and seduced you back into whatever open room. it was becoming a force of habit, and you were more than welcome to have him take you in any way or form.

“It’s not like I like you or anything - I mean you’re a cool chick and all - “ he started rambling to you as he watched you pull up your pleated skirt. your thighs were littered with bruises, his fingers and his mouth left dark purple impressions. he was desperately trying to convince himself that he didn’t like you, that you were just an quick, and easy fuck in this shit town.

you rolled your eyes, cutting him off mid sentence, “I know Billy”

“So don’t be telling your little friends that we’re dating or anything, I don’t want that shit spreading around school. I don’t like you okay?”

“Okay Billy”

he brushed his hand over his face, letting a tired sigh escape from his lips. he continued to watch you dress as an uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you. there had been an ache, a gnaw in his chest for the last few weeks, and every time he would sleep with you, the ache would lay heavier on his chest like a ton of bricks. he had never felt this feeling before, but he started to dream about the way your smile would light up a room, and the way your nose would crinkle in disgust, or how your melodious laughter could instantly put anyone out of a sour mood.

he brushed it off, thinking it was just his mind playing stupid tricks on him. it was then he started to convince himself that he didn’t like you - he didn’t like your crooked smile, or your nose, or your laughter, it was dumb. so he ignored the heavy feeling in his chest that weighed upon him.

it wasn’t until you didn’t show up the following friday to steve harrington’s end of the year party that he realized - he was fucked.

his eyes frantically searched for you in a sea of drunken teenagers but you were nowhere to be seen. as if you had vanished into thin air.

so he did what he did best, he drowned himself in beer. desperately trying to forget your whimpering mewls, or the way your nails would press half-moon impressions into his back. instead he found himself being fucked by katie harper in the bathroom - his orgasm was lackluster, and she reeked of a perfume that made him want to vomit.

she was nothing compared to you.

it was then monday morning that he realized the worst - you were finally out of his grasp and fell into another mans hand. his heart clenched at the sight of your fingers interlaced with peter o’connor, the running back of the hawkins high football team. 

you beamed brightly as peter pressed a kiss to your cheek, you finally got out of billy’s grasp and into someone who genuinely liked you.

this sent billy fuming.

as he watched peter walk away, he took the chance to corner you by your locker as students began to trickle out for the day. like a predator to his prey, his used his arms to cage you between his body and your locker. you stared at him with a bored expression - you were done playing his little games.

“you fucking peter now huh?” he spat at you.

you sighed, crossing your arms, “I’m not yours Billy - I never was”

Billy chuckled darkly, shaking his head. His hand then came up to softly caress your cheek, “Oh no princess, see that’s where you’re wrong. Those bruises on your thighs? on your neck? on your tits? That’s all me - you belong to me” he hissed out.

you fluttered your eyes shut, leaning into his intoxicating touch, feeling warm and dizzy from his hand being pressed into your cheek.

but then you snapped your eyes open, remembering the words he once told you,

I don’t like you okay?

You snatched his wrist in your hand, throwing it down to his side. anger fueled your every thought - how dare he come around acting as if he owned you?

“fuck you, you don’t own me. besides, you never liked me billy, so why the fuck do you care? find some other bimbo to fuck, I’m done”

with you having the final word, you shoved right past him, but billy wasn’t done with you, he was far with being finished from you.

in a seamless motion, he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around back to him and pulling you towards his chest. his arms locked tight around your waist as he smashed his lips onto yours. your arms pressed up against his chest as you tried to pull away from his grasp - but the taste of his tongue against yours made your brain fuzzy. you slowly melted into his arms as the two of you fought for dominance. his mouth then moved down towards your neck, where you felt him nibble and suck right on your jugular - he could feel your pulse on his tongue and it excited him.

you let out a pathetic moan as he marked you again. he pulled away from you, his lips swollen and wet as he marveled on the hickey he left. his hands found purchase around your cheeks, cupping your sweet face.

“You let Peter know ... that you belong to me okay princess?” his voice came out like silk - it sent chills down your body.

“B-But Billy I - “

he shut you up again by pressing his lips onto yours - this time his lips moved slow, his tongue moved to yours. it was passionate kiss fueled by the feeling that was sitting on his chest. his heart raced at the thought of you belonging to him once and for all.

but you weren’t going to give in so easily.

you shoved him off of you, anger sweeping your calm demeanor.

“I am not a play thing Billy! You can’t keep doing this to me!” you cried out to him. “You fuck me, you tell me you don’t like me, and the moment someone else gives me attention I’m suddenly yours?!”

Billy stayed quiet, his nostrils flaring wildly as you continued your outrage towards him. he could feel his blood pressure rising with every word that came out of your mouth. he had done this damage, this was all on him.

he had fucking fallen in love with you and he had hurt you in return - all because he was terrified to admit it to himself.

you huffed loudly as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. you watched as the blonde boy turned his back on you - walking away in anguish. he couldn’t tell you he loved you, he couldn’t allow himself to ever be vulnerable around anyone.

you let out a sob, feeling your heart break with every step he took.

you didn’t show up to school the next day, feigning sick to your parents. you spent the whole day listening to fleetwood mac and organizing your bedroom. every now and then you would spot the dark bruise on your neck, a harsh reminder of the damage billy had done to you.

with your parents gone for the remainder of the day - an impromptu date night out of town - you were left with the house by yourself. you decided to take a hot bath, soaking your emotions away to soothe the hole in your heart. 

as soon as your fingers started to prune you hopped out of the tub, wrapping yourself in a fleece towel and straining out your hair. you felt refreshed, washed away from all the emotional baggage that you had encountered the day before.

you walked back into your bedroom, eager to get into bed, but your thoughts were suddenly thrown into askew as you faced a stoic billy sitting on your bed - your window wide open, letting a cool breeze into your bedroom.

“What the fuck?! What are you doing here?!” you shouted at him.

he stayed quiet, looking straight ahead, avoiding your angry gaze.

“Billy Hargrove get the fuck out of my room before I call the cops, I don’t want anything to do with you I - “

“I lied”

You crinkled your forehead, frowning, “What?”

he slowly turned his neck to look at you, his emotions were bubbling at bay, he felt as if his heart was going to explode if he continued to stare at you - and it didn’t help that you were practically naked in front of him. 

he stood up, quietly walking over to you until he hovered over your small frame. he didn’t touch you, but his blue eyes were boring into yours as he continued to explain himself.

“Y/N. I lied. All that bullshit I said about not liking you - I lied”

You felt your heart start to race, “Oh”

He let a laugh escape his lips, “And you want to know the worst part?”

You swallowed thickly, your voice trembling, “W-what?”

“I move to this stupid fucking town and I’m counting down the days till I move back to California, but you came into my life, and you fucked everything up. You ruined everything Y/N.”

you gripped your towel tightly as his hot breath hits your face. you don’t know what to say, you’re too scared to say anything.

“You and your stupid smile, and your stupid laugh, and the way your eyes light up when you read Pride and Prejudice during lunch, and the way you’re always willing to help tutor anyone in class, you’re too fucking good for me Y/N.”

“O-Okay”

His hands are suddenly cupping your face, he leans down and gently rubs his nose against yours. you close your eyes and you melt into his touch, his scent of cigarettes and mints hits your nose and you instantly feel calm - serene almost. the next words he utters out of his mouth makes your heart skip a beat,

“I’ve fallen in love with you and it’s fucked everything up”

it comes out as a whisper, his voice deep and rich. you let out a shaky exhale as you let his confession sink into your head.

“Y-you love me?”

His thumbs rub soft circles on your cheeks, your eyes wide and innocent, “Oh princess, I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I’ve just been too fucking stupid to admit.” He pauses briefly as he watches your eyes fill with tears, “But I want you - I want all of you, no more games.”

your head is screaming no, but your heart is telling you otherwise - a constant battle between your emotions and logic.

but fuck logic.

you slam your lips onto his and the towel falls from your body. you both tumble onto your bed as he shows you just how much he truly loves you, worshiping every inch of your body. you utter the three words back to him, chanting it over and over like a prayer as he cums inside of you.

for the first time in months, billy hargrove sleeps soundlessly next to your naked form, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

for the first time in months, his reality is far better than his dreams.

you were finally his and all was right with the world.

[lettersofwrittencollective]

Dinner Forgotten

Author @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Reader 

Word Count: 1528

Prompt/kink: Ass Worship 

Summary: After getting a surprise ready for your husband, you’re at home making dinner when he surprises you. Things take a rather, interesting turn.

Warnings: Smut, anal, slight exhibitionism, teasing, Dom!Stiles

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It’s been 3 years since the two of you got married. Four years in just under a month and to be honest, you’re still as in love with him as you were the day you were married. Sure, there’s been fights and arguments and all the things that come with being a couple. You’re not some fairytale perfect couple which makes things even better. 

With the fights and the arguments have also been surprise dates, outside of the regular Friday night date night and a realization that Stiles Stilinski, who hadn’t had the chance to just be a horny teenager in high school, was a horny man who loved to have sex just about anywhere and everywhere.

And he was an ass man. 

Heading home, you realize you’ll be able to get something cooking before he gets home, which will be a nice change of events. With you working in the ER and him working with the FBI, it’s not very often that the two of you get a chance to just sit down and enjoy the little things together. 

Getting home, you change into one of his old jerseys you stole early on in the relationship and go about making him some chicken alfredo. Putting the pasta to boil, you quickly pull out the parmesan cheese and milk to make the alfredo sauce itself. 

As you make the sauce, you turn on the radio and sing along to the song on the radio. As the beat increases, you start to move your hips to the beat. Dancing and singing, you don’t hear the door open but you do feel hands on your hips.

Gasping, you jump at the sudden feeling, turning around to face him, you quickly feel all of his muscles, the way that his biceps flex as he tightens his grip on you. Gasping when you see Stiles, those perfect soft lips deviously smirking at you.

He leans in to kiss you and you quickly return the kiss, as his hands fall down to squeeze your hips sliding down to cup your ass as you get lost in the kiss. Pulling away from you slightly, he kisses you a few more times and you can tell he didn’t really want to stop. “Are you wearing my jersey?” he asks his voice taking on a seductive tone, you bite your lip as you meet his heated gaze, nodding your head.

“Oh absolutely,” you tell him, unable to hide your grin, before you’re leaning in and kissing him again. 

Your husband lifts you up by the waist, you wrap your legs around his waist, keeping your body close to him as he deepens the kiss further. He begins to kiss his way down your neck, all lips tongue and teeth, until he hits that spot that sends shivers down your spine, eliciting wanton moan from your lips. Your hands move towards his belt flicking it undone, distracted when the stove alarm goes off.

You try to pull away from him but he pulls you back towards him. You giggle at the fully grown horny man child in front of you, letting him peck your lips a few more times before you say, against his lips, “Babe, I need to finish making dinner. Behave yourself.”

“Leave it,” he mumbled against your neck, placing you on the counter, clearly not wanting to stop as he continued, his hands moving under the jersey to cup your breasts, those large hands, long fingers spreading across the skin perfectly. His thumbs running across your nipples, causing you to whimper into his mouth. The smell of burning cheese begins to invade your nostrils and you slap his hands away.

“Babe,” you warn playfully and watch as his face changes, the smell of the burning food catches his attention and he scrunches his nose in disgust. You can’t help but chuckle as he steps back and moves to help you clean up the now burned Alfredo sauce. 

Getting down from the counter, you tell him you’ll just make a meat sauce instead and make your way to the fridge. Digging around, you lean over to grab a few of the tomatoes when you hear a groan. 

Remembering that you were only wearing his jersey and a pair of blue lacy underwear, you can’t help but smirk to yourself. Though unintentional, it would seem that you had managed to rile up your husband.

“Stay where you are Princess,” he says and you can hear his footsteps behind you. A moment later, you can feel his fingertips on your thigh, ghosting across your skin, causing that wonderful shiver to run down your spine again. 

Stiles begins nibbling at your inner thighs, you can feel your arousal beginning to gather between your legs. He makes his way back up to your ass, biting gently at each cheek before tugging your underwear down, you kick them to the side when they hit the floor “Go to the living room Princess,” he says into your skin, “Bend over the back of the sofa for me.”

You jump a little as the sting of his palm hits you, making a noise you don’t recognise when he swats your ass while you hurry to do as he says. You can feel your breath hitch in your throat, at the idea of what was to come running through your mind. Getting up, you quickly make your way to the living room and stretch out, as he had instructed. You could hear him shuffling with his clothing and each sound set your nerves on fire. 

A few moments later, you felt the weight of Stiles pressed against the back of your legs and one of his hands snaked itself between your legs. You could feel your legs begin to shake and buckle as he toyed with your clit. 

“God, Princess,” he moaned as he moved his fingers through your folds, “Been thinking about you all day. You’re already soaked.”

You whimpered as he knelt behind you and began to suck your clit between his lips, his tongue flicking back and forth over the sensitive spot. Almost unconsciously, you pushed back against him and let out a breathy “Please…” causing him to groan, not letting up as he licked through your folds to your puckered hole. 

His tongue ran around the ring of muscle for a moment before he pulled back, “You ready for me baby girl?” he asks and you nod your head, feeling slightly blissed out already. Right before you feel his finger move up to your asshole. You shiver a little, until his voice brings you back. “Relax baby” he muttered against your skin.

He circles the tight ring of muscle before slowly pushing in one finger, when you moan and push back against him he moans quietly to himself before adding the next. 

Occasionally, his fingers would dip down and he would gather some more slick from you. He pumped in and out of you, before he began scissoring his fingers so he could stretch you, making you moan at the feel of him inside you. 

Whimpers fall from your lips as he continued to prep you for him. Once he knew you were ready, you felt him line his dick up with the tight hole and began to slowly push inside you. It was almost agonizingly slow. You couldn’t help the moan that you let out, when he pushed in far enough so that his hips were snug against your ass. 

Slowly he began to thrust into you, shallow thrusts at first before you started to push back against him, taking him deeper within you. As you did, he began to move faster in and out of you. Reaching down between with one of your hands, you began to rub at your clit as he pounded into your ass, causing you to let out pornstar worth moans. 

The feel of him stretching you each time he pushed back in became too much and you came screaming his name. 

He continued to pump into you as you rode out your orgasm,his hands were rough on your ass cheeks squeezing them hard and using them to pull you back onto him, very soon you heard him groaning deep in his chest. He gripped your hips tightly, so tight you were sure you’d have bruises the next day, a growl leaving his lips as he emptied himself in your ass. 

You come down from the high as he holds tightly onto you. Pressing gentle kisses along your spine, It takes a few minutes for him to pull out and you whimper at the loss of him when he does. He leans down to kiss each cheek, almost reverently, before saying, “Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?”

Chuckling, you turn and pull him up to your lips, “Constantly,” you giggle before kissing him passionately. 

“I’m going to ravish you tonight,” he groans against your lips, before stepping away and pushing you towards the stairs as he smacks your ass “Now run upstairs princess.”

Excited for the night to come, you ran up the stairs leaving dinner forgotten.

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Posted 1 October 2019

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,395

Chapter 27: Singularity

“Did I lose myself? Or did I gain you?”

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“Shhh,” came Taehyung’s voice, breath and lips just barely brushing across the soft skin of the beautiful woman beneath him. “You just got back and you need to relax.”

Her skin tone, a lovely brown, glowed beautifully under the dimly lit lamp of her bedroom. He’d conveniently pulled the curtains to dim the early afternoon light. He smirked, watching as her stomach dipped with a sharp intake of breath and saw it still as she held the same breath she took. He began to undo the buttons that had previously been freed from their restraints with his deft fingers. Her ivory and black lace trimmed bra revealed itself beneath the fabric of the blouse, her cleavage prominent and oh-so-very enticing. Once he undid the final button that he could see, he pulled the hidden bits of the blouse out from inside of her pencil skirt – freeing them as well.

He lifted his gaze to meet Raelyn’s, watching as her dark hues took on an amber glow from the lamplight. She had been feeling down the past few weeks. Work was getting taxing, that much was certain, and while his own job kept him busy, Taehyung always made time to give Raelyn his absolute attention. The party was meant to serve as a celebration for all their accomplishments, for them finally walking the legal path they’d strived to reach. But it was hard to miss the hesitation and tension that permeated between Hoseok and her.

Taehyung was ever observant in this aspect.

It would be a lie if he didn’t say he felt a twinge of jealousy. How could he not? For the better part of a year he’d been pursuing Raelyn, despite her constantly giving him the cold shoulder. Something changed, however, in the last few months. He wasn’t sure if she was attempting to take a chance with him or if she’d fully gotten over Hoseok. She didn’t seem like the type to have lingering attachments, but Raelyn could also be a bit sentimental when she wanted to. She was beautiful and determined to remain free from any sort of shackles that attempted to bind her.

It was why he’d offered up the idea of simply letting things flow as they would. No pressure. And little by little, she started to open herself a bit more than she had in the past. Taehyung was elated at the opportunity, not wanting to waste it or any time once it was presented.

She sighed, bringing him out of his thoughts. The silver pendant around her neck shined under the lamplight and he leaned forward to press his lips on her skin just to the left of it. He felt something pulse at his throat and a ravenous hunger took over. Something was so sexy about a woman completely vulnerable. He could just eat them up.

He could just eat her up.

“You’re killing me,” she said, her hands moving to reach for the waist of his pants. Taehyung’s smirk remained as Raelyn began pulling at the hem of his shirt. “You do know that, right?”

He helped her along, leaning back so he could reach behind him with one hand to pull his shirt up and off his person. Taehyung threw it to the side without a care – hearing it land on the floor with a soft whisper of sound.

“I’ll make it a painless death, I promise,” he whispered, dipping his tongue into her collar before moving lower.

Taehyung pressed his lips to her stomach as he slid his hands beneath her skirt. She shifted beneath his hands and he dipped down a bit further so that they could situate themselves into a more comfortable position on the bed.

“Besides, you know you like it when I take my time.”

He leaned forward, his lips forming into a pout so he could press a kiss against the right cleft of her breast as his fingers wrapped around the fabric of her silk panties. Gripping them tightly, the tip of his tongue began sliding slow, affectionate trails along her skin. As he pulled his hands back, he brought her underwear right along with them. Once his hands were at her knees, he removed them from beneath the skirt as he grasped the zipper at the right side of her hip, tugging slowly to unzip the garment. A soft gasp pushed from Raelyn’s lips and Taehyung smirked, learning down to capture those same lips as he fed on her mouth in an agonizingly slow motion.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her up so she could shrug out of her blouse – throwing it to the side to join his own shirt. Her hands shot forward, digging her fingers into the meat of his thighs and he growled into her mouth, smiling into the kiss as his fingers slowly danced along her spine. He felt the clasp of her bra and flicked his wrist, feeling the constraints pop free. His other hand moved to rest at the dip of her breasts, curling under the cups of her bra before pulling downward – freeing her.

Taehyung groaned softly, his erection straining against the zipper of his slacks. There was a tinkling sound as Raelyn fussed with his belt, whipping it out of the loops and yanking it with such force that it flew into the wall with a clatter. He broke the kiss momentarily, blinking at her as his lips formed into an open-mouthed smile, his attention on Raelyn’s face as she busied herself with his pants. She cut her eyes at him and he silently obeyed, shimmying out of his pants – his simple black boxer briefs all that remained on his person.

He looked at her, still grinning, noting that she was still in her skirt. And only her skirt. Taehyung clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, as if he was about to reprimand her. However, instead of verbally chastising her, he grabbed for her skirt and yanked them completely off her legs. She gasped, eyes widening with surprise and when it looked like she was about to protest, Taehyung silenced the verbal onslaught by sealing his lips over hers.

The moan of pleasure she released was almost his undoing. He pushed her body down with his own, his bulge practically bursting out of his underwear. Taehyung quickly slipped out of them, wanting to feel all of her against his own skin. Taking a moment to card his fingers through her hair, Taehyung inhaled slowly – taking in her perfume and the hint of sweat that peppered across Raelyn’s skin.

He’d never get tired of it; tired of her. Of waking up to her body molded into his, like jigsaw puzzles lost from the picture but finding each other in the corner of a child’s playroom. Forgotten by all except each other.

He wanted to believe they were a perfect match.

Taehyung’s lips caressed her jaw, his arm snaking down and dipping over her bare stomach - his hand gliding between her legs and relishing in the warmth of her folds.

She called his name, her voice thick with a need of her own; deep and rumbling. It made him ache for her even more; more than when he normally did. Wriggling down, his movements urged her legs to part so he could have his meal. There was no need to hurry. Not today. They had no obligations. Pleasing Raelyn was all he needed to focus on, and he took his sweet time doing just that. He groaned with pleasure as she keened against his mouth, and he drank all of her. He wanted to claim her soul by sucking it right out of her.

He never got tired of her mewling. He knew he never would.

Raelyn’s voice was softer now, hot pants leaving her lips as her thighs trembled against his shoulders. Taehyung wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His hands grasped at her hips, thumbs dipping into her skin as he pulled her just a little bit closer. He tugged her to the left, urging her to turn over, and he let his chest fall against her back. His hands gently caressed her ribs, sliding down the length of her arms, finally resting them at her wrists. Fingers curled around her slender wrists, feeling her muscles growing tighter as she reached for everything.

He pulled back to position himself behind her, nails raking up her sweat-tinged spine, and Taehyung whispered her name as his hips moved forward to slide into her in a single motion. He instantly saw stars, blinking them back as he let everything was over her – their motions slow; timeless.

Taehyung knew he wanted this and nothing else. All of her. Forever.

Stroke after stroke rolled from Taehyung and he felt her walls clenching around his shaft, squeezing what little control he had left out of him. His hips bucked into her backside and she cried out, the feel of her orgasm riling him up to the point of release; the need to chase her took precedence immediately. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her close as he pulled her back down onto the mattress with him as they fell on their sides.

Labored breathing filled the space of her room and Taehyung nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. He felt her arm resting on top of his, her fingers lacing through his own, and he smiled against the softness of her skin. Still buried inside of her, he could feel her heartbeat in tandem with the throbbing of her velvet heat wrapped around him. He kissed her neck for good measure, and she laughed softly as it seemed to tickle now that the aftermath claimed them both.

For a while, they said nothing. Taehyung often engaged in pillow talk, but not with Raelyn. He knew she was the type to take in and marinate what just happened. This wasn’t the first time they’d had sex, but he treated it like the first time whenever he could think about it. Because it felt more meaningful that way. It reminded him to not take things for granted if he faced them as if for the first time every time.

He heard her sigh. Not a tired sigh, but a sigh that held a heaviness to the sound. Taehyung frowned slightly, his brows furrowing with worry. It didn’t help that he couldn’t see her face, but her body shook softly in his arms.

“What’s on your mind, Noona?” he asked gently, not wanting to come off as nosy but more concerned.

She shook her head. “It’s…it’s nothing.”

“Hey…” He shifted, moving her body so that she could turn over and face him. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead against hers. “…come on. Talk to me.”

Raelyn looked like she wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to go about saying it. That was troubling all by itself. She never had a problem speaking her mind at any given moment. He didn’t understand why this time should be any different.

Her lips pressed together in a thin line, her brows knitting together as she wrangled with her words internally. Taehyung remained patient, however, wanting her to have complete control of this moment. He reached out with his hand to brush a few stray strands of hair away from her brow. His hand fell along the curve of her neck, his thumb moving in comforting strokes against her skin.

“Is it really over now?”

Taehyung lifted his brow curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…everything? The Golden Jackals, your work? Is it over for good?” She looked at him, like she was trying to look through him. “…or do I still have to worry?”

Shaking his head, he pulled her a little closer so she could rest her head along the crook of his elbow. “No, it’s over, Noona.” Taehyung couldn’t help but to pet her head, as if he was comforting a frightened child.

Her concerns were understandable. It wasn’t like he didn’t get it. He did. When she’d been with Hoseok, they were still at the height of establishing themselves in the criminal underworld. It was eat or be eaten. That was the way of things in a dog-eat-dog world. But like she’d expressed in the past, she was tired of wondering when someone she cared about would come banging on her door, beaten and nearly half dead. Taehyung felt the same when he was fighting alongside his brothers – witnessing the carnage that ran rampant in their world.

It wasn’t like it didn’t affect him. He had his own scars he carried. The difference was that he was never left to suffer alone. All the reassurances in the world from anyone wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Raelyn, however. He knew that. Because things were always so uncertain, especially back then.

He at least wanted to give her a guarantee of some kind.

“Raelyn…”

Taehyung spoke softly, dropping all honorifics on his part. This gave Raelyn pause, causing her to shift slightly in his arms. Afraid she might pull away, he closed his arms around her – securing the comforting embrace he was attempting to give to her.

“…you don’t have to worry anymore. And if you’re still afraid, if you’re still worried, then let me make a promise to you instead?”

She looked up at him, her brows knitting together as she bit the swell of her lower lip and waited for him to continue. He smiled down at her.

“I know you’re afraid to get close to me. Even now, you’re still pulling away somewhat. I accept that. I accept all of it; all of you.” He inhaled softly, feeling her breath shudder across his skin. “And if anything were to ever happen to me, you still won’t be alone. The others? They will be there for you.”

She pulled back to look at him. Raelyn’s eyes glistened with the onset of tears and she tried to avert her gaze. Wanting to indulge her, he moved his hand to rest against the back of her head. He pulled her close, allowing her to bury her face into his chest once more.

“I promise that you will never have to suffer alone. You will never be alone.”

A/N: Omg, we finally made it to the smut. Hang on to your waistbands, peeps. I know it took us a bit, but I hope it was worth the wait. ^_^

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

This came to me in a dream like a week ago. I dunno the context, as a writer i am just an observer in the characters' universe and can only take note of what I saw them doing. That's it.

Please enjoy.

Lucy lay awake in her tent, sleep failing to claim her as she stared blankly at its roof, running her fingers idly over the edge of her blanket. She had too much on her mind to sleep, or maybe she didn't. Maybe she had no thoughts at all to help her sleep.

Maybe. But she didn't know.

Happy curled closer into the side of her neck, his tail tickling her collarbone with its constant flicking as he dreamed. He was more a cat in rest than he was awake, restless as he constantly moved about, from her waist to her stomach then atop her head to down by her feet then now nestled in the crook of her neck.

He purred out something unintelligible, claws poking out and just barely scratching her skin as Lucy tried to slip away. His eye cracked open by a sliver when she started to move but barely registered her leaving him, pulling himself fully onto her pillow with a sleepy huff, curling up again for sleep to take him in a matter of seconds.

She chuckled at his antics with a light smile on her face, crawling out from the tent and straightening. She grunted softly, cracking her spine as she stretched her arms high above her head, rolling her shoulders just so to get rid of those kinks that had formed over night.

The crisp air made goose flesh prickle on her skin and she gratefully pulled more into her lungs, not realizing how still and heavy the air inside her tent had been. She welcomed the chilly change in wake of her lost sleep.

It was almost morning, but night hadn't let up its grip on the sky just yet, still inky black with stars where the treetops touched the sky but as she looked out beyond it started to lighten. It was that weird in between time, just tethered in a way that would tip in either direction if it had the choice.

He was easy enough to see in the twilight gloom propped up on the trunk of an old withered tree beside the ashes of the earlier fire, aimlessly dragging weakly lit fingertips through its remains. His eyes were glued to the dark horizon.

"Can't sleep huh?"

She spotted the quirk of his lips at her question, wiping off his ash covered fingers on his chest. He waved off her concerned gaze when he winced, patting the patch of grass next to him.

The short blades scratched at her thighs but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to, her hand instantly to his chest. She prodded at Natsu lightly, fingers skimming over the sensitive bruise, stopping when he sucked in a weak breath.

"Still a bit sore." He said lamely.

"This what's keeping you up?" She asked, hand moving to rest comfortingly on his shoulder. He paused a bit, thinking of an answer.

"Yes. And no." He clucked his tongue softly. " I never fell asleep. Maybe it was the wounds from today, maybe it wasn't. I just accepted that my brain wasn't gonna let me sleep tonight."

He wheeled on her suddenly with a childish pout, the corners of his lips pulled too far down and eyebrows drawn in together too close to be real.

"It's being mean to me Luce!" He whined. Lucy hardly held back her snort, shoving him weakly as he guffawed heartily at her reaction, laughter infectious and pulling her in. It took some time for them to die down in hiccupy giggles.

"When are you gonna stop being so weird." Lucy said, humour tinting her words. Chill air breezed over them, weakly tossing her hair about and into Natsu's face. He paid it no mind, grin still on his face as he aimlessly twirled the strands between his fingers.

"When you stop being weirder than me." Natsu wound the strands around a finger tightly, ash flakes fluttering away when he let go of the weak curl. "Which we both know is never gonna happen."

He eased off the tree trunk with a grunt, slipping down to rest his head comfortably in her lap, curling on his side closer to her with a dopey grin, pulling at his cheeks and pushing his eyes near close.

He nosed at her shirt when she huffed in faux annoyance. His attempt to warm her didn't go unnoticed under his cuddle guise. Natsu thought he was so slick sometimes.

"Anything in particular on your mind?" Lucy asked softly. She absently pulled at a few locks of his hair, the strands a strange silver in the fading moonlight, twirling them into the beginnings of a braid.

He always claimed to hate when she braided his hair but he never once tried to stop her.

"Kinda, I guess." He let out a heavy breath against her shirt. She didn't notice one of his arms had snaked around her middle, his fingers tapping absently on her side made her blink in surprise.

"Just little stuff. Today, yesterday. You, me. The guild, home. It's weird, they're all just kinda going through my head right now." Natsu let out a weak snort. "Sounds kinda dumb now that I've said it out loud."

Lucy hummed softly, deft fingers tucking a finished braid behind his ear, twirling more strands start another. A few leaves that still clung to the branches were rustled free, twirling down gently to land on the pair.

"Sounds like you have a lot thinking about." She said. "And I'm just awake 'cause of empty thoughts. We both got some weird reasons for staying up tonight huh?"

He made a noise in agreement. Natsu tugged the back of her shirt down from where it started to ride up. He toyed with its hem.

"Tonight just wasn't meant for sleeping." Lucy joked.

" 'less you're Happy right now. Probably dreaming up the best grilled fish of his life without us."

Natsu rolled over, disturbing Lucy's braiding, a wry smile working its way to his lips at her disgruntled look. He rumbled out a laugh when she poked and pulled at his cheeks, squishing his face in revenge when he started to laugh even harder, the sound echoing in the air.

Cold light filtered through the gloom, soft pale yellows breaking through the night's last hold. Lucy snorted when he stuck out his tongue at her, looking ridiculous with his face all smooshed up between her hands like that.

"Hey, you know what?" She asked

"What?" The word sounding weird and silly when it left him.

"Even though I didn't get any sleep, I'm glad this could happen."

Narsu reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair that started to fall into his eyes. Lucy let her hold on his face ease up, just lightly cupping his cheeks.

"Glad you could beat up on me?"

"No. That I could be dumb with you. It was worth the lack of sleep."

She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his, smoothing her thumbs over his cheeks with a smile. Natsu smiled too, twirling a few strands loosely between his fingers.

"Yeah." He mumbled softly. " I'm glad too."