#*shimmying intensifies*

[mystellenia]

sleepy late nights with ellie ୨ৎ

summary: both you and ellie wake up in the middle of the night and cuddle your way back to sleep.

content: answer to this req!! nothing nsfw :] just fluffy and ellie being stupid

notes: sorry i havent posted in a while.. but yes finals are coming up so i’ll prob kms soon. but i have this class where i hate the teacher and after finals i'm done with him FINALLY YESSS

(wc 1.0k)

a loud coughing fit came from over your shoulder where you slept in bed, making you open your eyes to see if it would stop. it did not, instead intensifying after you look over your shoulder to find a hunched over ellie sitting up with her legs swung over the edge of the bed. she notices that her coughing woke you up and she quickly palms her mouth, hoping to muffle the volume of the coughs. 

she tries—and fails—to get an apology out in between her coughs: "fuck- i didn't mean- didn't mean to wake you up." 

you simply watch with your eyes wide and brows drawn in naked concern. finally, she calms down and lowers her voice to a whisper. "sorry baby." 

rolling onto your back, you extend your hand out towards her and then stop it midair, shocked at how unconcerned she seems at her previous death hacks. 

"um, hello? are you okay?" you whisper-yell. 

she lifts the covers to get back into bed, trying to rub her eyes of the sleep that was so violently interrupted. "i woke up with the worst cotton mouth so i just drank whatever was on my nightstand. it was soda. squirt to be exact. i think i just asphyxiated." 

"stupid- why would you drink soda for thirst? drink water," you scold her. 

"it was right there- i just needed anything! i would've drank chocolate milk if it was right there!" 

"dummy," you huffed. the blinking led lights of the clock on ellie's nightstand catches your eye—it was just past two in the morning. yawning, you say, "just come back, let's sleep." 

she didn't resist—she looked exhausted. ellie was anything but a morning person, and she got cranky if she didn't get a full night's rest.  

scooting down to get under the blanket, she pulls it up to her chin and turns on her side to face you staring back at her. she moves with a shimmy to get closer to your body, pushing her legs in between yours and tangling them as she nearly presses her nose to yours. with a content sigh, she nuzzles into her pillow and closes her eyes. 

softly chuckling at her apparent routine to get resituated, you huff out a laugh, making her open her eyes. 

"what?" she murmurs, confused at what you were laughing at. 

"el, what do you mean what? i'm exhaling right into your nose and inhaling your breath." 

"just say you don't love me," she pouts, theatrically turning over to face her back to you and yanking the blanket. 

"you're so annoying," you say and roll your eyes while sitting up to litter her face in kisses. "please come back so we can share germs?" 

"that's more like it." she returns to her previous position with her legs tangled in yours and face a centimeter from yours. 

her head pushes forward for a second to drop a kiss on your lips—just a quick goodnight. "'night, baby." 

you laugh, "good night, ellie." 

you settle into your pillow and close your eyes to begin to drift off to sleep when you feel the weight of ellie's head lift off of her pillow. after a second or two, you open your eyes to a squint to see ellie looking at you in disbelief. 

"can you give me a kiss back or should i roll back over and social distance again?" 

"oh my god, ellie, can we sleep?!" she raises her eyebrows in expectation, giving you her cheek to kiss. "my stupid big baby."  

you plant your hands on either side of her jaw, speaking and punctuating every few words with a kiss. "yes, i love you,"--kiss--"yes, i wanna exchange microorganisms with you,"--kiss--"no, i don't want us to sleep six feet apart,"--kiss--"...but... drinking squirt three seconds after you open your eyes is actually insane, baby." 

you see in her eyes how badly she wants to throw something back at you, but her cheeks are barely containing her suppressed smile, so instead she just giggles and lays her head back on her pillow, the tip of her nose tickling yours. 

"good nighttt," ellie whispers in a sing-songy tone, kissing your lips once, twice, three times before settling back in her nose-to-nose position. 

"you're so cute," you blurt out, pulling the blanket up and tucking it under your chin. 

her words started to slur, her syllables beginning to blend together by exhaustion. "d'you wanna order food tomorrow morning for breakfast in bed?" 

"it is tomorrow—it's, like, 2:30 now." 

she kisses her teeth in irritation. "you fuckin' smartass," she murmurs, a long yawn following. "do you want to or no?" 

"duh i want to. i can't wait to get fat together." 

she takes so long to respond that you think she's dozed off until she mutters out, "perfect," a sleepy smile taking over her face. 

"can... can we get caprisuns in the cup for him, too?" she adds on nonsensically. 

"baby, what?" you question, unable to make any sense of her... request? her statement? she's too tired to be speaking. 

ellie's breaths slow down again, making you think she's actually fallen asleep until she hums to get your attention. you hum back at her to show you're listening, and she starts to speak. 

"can we get a liter of squirt tomorrow with breakfast?" 

"what the fuck. bedtime now. good night," you say, shutting down her meaningless rambling to go to sleep. right before your eyes shut, you notice her soft pout at you silencing her, but it fades off into a smile as you fall asleep. 

@picklesarenice69

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[seullovesme]

cockwarming w/ kim minjeong

pairing ⥬ stuco pres!minjeong x reader

genre ⥬ smut

summary ⥬ you'd do anything to get the student council's president to help your club out.

warnings ⥬ g!p idol, virgin idol, winter is a loser, penetration, cockwarming, mdni

WC ⥬ 1.1k

“so what do you say, pres? you think you could do that for me?” minjeong’s heart wavered at the way you were talking to her, like she was your obedient little girl. you placed your hands on her desk and her eyes darted to then before returning to your eyes, a little intimidated by the aura you gave off.

you leaned in closer, inching towards the girl’s face. minjeong’s eyes widened and she leaned away, supporting herself by putting them behind her on the edge of her seat. once you were centimeters away from the girl, you stopped and stood up straight again.

it was like minjeong’s heart was racing at a mile a minute and was about to pop out of her chest as you turned away. she finally let the breath out that she was holding in, her face of disbelief showing now that you weren’t looking. fuck her soft spots for girls like you… “uh, i—”

“this is a great offer! my club’s performance will be absolutely life changing for the school with the help the council gives us.” you bite your lip and cross your arms, trying to come up with something to convince the student council president to just give in.

“that’s–that’s not even an offer…” minjeong whispers, but you hear her words anyway.

you spin around and minjeong locks eyes with you, startled by your sudden movements. you look the president up and down. you can’t lie, kim minjeong was a piece of work. her slim figure and defined features made her stick out like a sore thumb whenever she was with her friends, so you’d be a liar if you said she never piqued your interest.

“ah. so, you want me to offer something in return…” you walk up to her and begin playing with the tie of her school uniform. “how about in return for helping my club, you can have me?”

you reach for the buttons to your white uniform shirt and begin undoing them one by one, watching as minjeong stared intensely at your fingers as they moved.

like she was snapped out of a spell, the girl shook her head as if to warn off the thoughts that were starting to pop up in her mind. she turned away and covered her view of you with her hand. “nononono, no, don’t say that! you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to offer yourself! or… whatever.. i was only stating you weren't making an offer, so you can stop.” she spoke the words at the speed of life as she felt her heart begin to jump up and down in her chest again.

you chuckled at how innocent the girl was and put down her hand, grabbing her jaw gently and turning her to face your way. “don’t be scared, jeongie. i won’t bite… unless that’s what a good girls like you are into.” you continued undressing in the empty classroom in front of the council president.

minjeong was frozen once again. jeongie? that nickname alone could’ve killed her, but the way you said it in such a seductive tone short circuited her brain. and her being into biting? how would she know what she was into? she’s barely gotten close enough to kiss someone with all her responsibilities being her number one priority.

by the time her brain was done going into panic mode and jumping to thoughts about random things, your whole shirt was already gone, leaving you with only a pink lacey bra and your uniform skirt. minjeong’s mouth just opened and closed repeatedly like a fish out of water. she also felt like she was suffocating like a fish out of water the way the heat of the room intensified by 100. seriously, what was happening? and what was her luck?

“take your pants off, jeongie.” you instructed. the girl immediately responded by getting up and undoing her pants, strongly compelled to follow your order for some odd reason. she shimmied her slacks off and sat back down. you peered down and admired her package, a tent forming in her cute spongebob boxers. minjeong heard you snicker and saw you staring, so she put her hands over her boner, feeling shy.

it was cute how she was trying to hide out of embarrassment, but the last thing she should be embarrassed. “you’re still a virgin, right?” you asked to which she hesitantly nodded. “you’re okay with me taking your virginity?”

her face flushed at your straightforwardness before nodding again. you hummed, “can you say it out loud?” she looked up at you and tilted her head like a puppy.

“i want you to use your words and verbally tell me that you’re okay with this.” mustering up the courage to, she affirmed that she in fact did want this.

“i’m very okay with this, so please… please take care of me.” without taking one second, you lunged toward her and pulled her boxers down to her knees. her dick sprung up and hit her lower abdomen, her tip a pretty shade of pink.

as much as you wanted to take things slow for the girl’s first time, you had to finish this meeting to tell your club you got permission, that way you could help with preparing for the stage.

on that note, without engaging in any foreplay, you straddled minjeong in the chair, sliding your panties to the side with one hand as the other tightly held on her shoulder.

“just trust me okay? tell me if it’s too much.” minjeong grabbed your hips and nodded eagerly, her eyes fixated on what was underneath your skirt. it was adorable to see the girl so innocently let you do whatever you wanted to her.

you lined up her tip to your entrance and lowered yourself at a slow pace, pressing your lips together as she filled you up so nicely. “shit…” minjeong whispered under her breath as she threw her head back.

“i didn’t know you knew how to curse, ms. president.” you tease as your hips met her’s.

the girl grit her teeth, desperate to feel more pleasure like an addict. “how about you shut up and ride?” you were shocked by how aggressive her words were, but for some reason you just followed her orders obediently. but not without asking a question first.

“so you’ll help my club now, right?” you say, trying your best to not whimper as you fight the urge to begin moving. minjeong loved how warm it felt to be inside of you, the feeling being something she had never felt before. she could hold you here forever, even if it meant having you warm her cock as she did her homework and went over papers.

minjeong was getting distracted and she hummed, recalling your question. “oh, you already had the green light from the beginning. i was supposed to tell you that your other club leader let me know in advance, and i had sent some members of the committee to go help out earlier today.” she finished, and your eyes grew twice in size, your face flushed.

“WHAT?!”

[2kiran]

“I’M IN LOVE WHEN WE ARE SMOKING THAT”

PAIRING: Logan Howlett x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom Logan. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, shotgunning, lazy sex, saliva as lube, anal fingering, dirty talk

Logan begins to mouth at the skin of your jaw, leaving hot, lingering kisses in his wake. There’s no rush to it—simply the fundamental need clawing at his brain to feel you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and your hands grasp his hips to remain still. You grunt contentedly as his teeth ghost over your quickened pulse, your breath catching in your throat.

“Want you.” He murmurs, his thighs on either side of your hips.

“Yeah? You wanna take your clothes off?” You lower your voice enough for it to come out as a whisper, your hands smoothing over the material of his jeans before they grip his waistband.

He nods his head, humming a little ‘mhm’ before raising himself further up. You pull them down—including his underwear—and Logan shimmies out of them before straddling your lap again. He’s alluring above you like this; his cock half-hard, his eyes holding a gaze that’s a note too intense, and his lips slightly agape when he releases a sigh of relief.

One hand of yours snakes along his body, skimming past every detail and scar, until you reach his bottom lip. Without you even getting out a command, Logan slips in a digit into his awaiting mouth. He groans at the taste, his senses intensifying his cognizance of your natural scent, and fuck, the blood from his brain goes straight down to his core. His slick tongue draws your finger further inside, the muscle swirling to smear his saliva around it. His eyes flicker to yours, arrogance glinting within them as he pulls himself back.

Logan takes hold of your wrist, bringing your hand to his hole. As you ease in a finger, he tips his weight on his knees to reach for a cigar. He lights it up, the corners of his mouth downturning when he feels you pause, waiting patiently for him to finish with it. “Didn’t say you had to stop for me.” He grumbles, irritation igniting in his chest.

“You might’ve hurt yourself if I had you take it.” You push it in further, rolling it forward and backward to punctuate your mock-of-a-scolding.

He scoffs, the sound slightly alternated by the whimper trapped in the back of his throat. “I’m not fragile. I can take you.” He presses his ass back as if to prove his point, gasping when the digit slips in all too easily. His walls clench, the intrusion sudden enough to make him throb.

“Fuck...” he swallows, taking deep breaths before impatience settles. To minimize his uncontrollable whines, he hangs the cigar between his lips. Mumbling, “Stop wasting time. Wanna feel your cock.”

An amused huff escapes your nose, but you still comply. You thrust your finger inside of his entrance in and out, in and out—feeling him beginning to relax around you. You add in another, watching his face twitch with micro-expressions of pleasure. Stretching him open so slowly, he almost chokes on the smoke.

When you pull out, believing he’s prepared enough, he’s already inching towards a climax. Logan whimpers in frustration at the loss, puffing a dirtied cloud towards your face to retaliate. You ignore his protests anyway, rushing to sling your belt out of the hoops and to finally unzip your pants.

He’s too horny to realize that you don’t take it off completely. The gears of his brain only clink back together when he registers your leaky tip slowly breaching his hole. Little tremors pass through his thighs, the burn shifting into a pang of want.

“Atta-fuckin’-boy,” Logan groans out, sinking himself down your length, and spreading his legs wider, “always so hard for me.” This time, his words were teasing, careless in their lust-filled nature as he grinds down on your cock. In response, you take the stick from him, greedily inhaling a long drag.

He doesn’t immediately react, but when he does, you feel it. The sight of you smoking his cigar revives an innate possessiveness he had forgotten. Makes him squeeze around your dick like he wanted you to cum inside of him so soon.

Your palm finds security on his nape, pulling him closer to you. Tugging the stick away from your mouth, you pry his lips open with your thumb. You breathe the smog into his mouth, holding him in place and making him endure the sensation of you being merely inches away and the familiar caress of the fume. Logan’s eyes widen, his hips rocking involuntarily. Heat pools in his belly, his cock twitching from it all and he’s suddenly high off of it.

Once you’re done, he swears he’s dizzy with the need of you fucking him until he’s senseless. Logan quickly leans in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. The smog passes in between his teeth, and he aches to do it again.

[shadowdaddies]

Could you write some A/B/O smut for the batboys (x reader or just among themselves)

I love how much you write in response to recs so I’m super excited xx love your writing style so much

hi! thank you so much for the kind words💜 I thought about just doing the batboys but tbh I'm not sure what their dynamic would be so I went with batboys alphas and omega reader. I tried to do my research on this, so I'm sorry if this isn't really accurate to the omegaverse but I hope you enjoy it💜

Spontaneity

poly!batboys x f!reader omegaverse AU

WARNINGS: smut, truly this is pwp, a/b/o dynamics, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, anal sex, dp, breeding kink obvi, minors dni, not proofread

Your boots crunched against the white snow, pressing it down as you walked down a street in Windhaven with Emerie. The small talk you were holding with your friend was quickly interrupted when the heads of nearly every male on the street turned towards you, nostrils flaring as they tracked you with predatory gazes.

You and Emerie both clocked their looks instantly, realization dawning as you began to feel the symptoms of spontaneous heat. Your scent was growing stronger by the minute, the sweet pheromones drawing every beta in the camp towards your path. 

You knew there was limited time for you to reach your nest before your desire turned blinding, turning to Emerie as you frantically explained the plan. 

“I need you to get a healer until my mates can get here. Send them to the cabin, please,” you pleaded, anxiously backing away as you prepared to run for it. Emerie nodded, turning back as she went in search of your alphas’ healer, Madja. 

Fleeing through the snow, you fought the urges threatening to take over as your body’s cravings intensified. You managed to stumble through the door to the warded cabin, calling out helplessly to the empty home as your vision blurred. 

Your clothes were too restrictive, burning hot against your skin as you clawed desperately to remove them. You shed your coat, untying your boots as you scrambled up the staircase to your nested bedroom. 

The moment you opened the door, the lingering scents of your alphas greeted you, slick already dripping down your legs as you moaned at the smell. Crawling over the edge of the mattress, your head fell back against the pillows as you struggled to get your pants down. 

A plea echoed in your mind - relief, relief, relief - as you shimmied your pants down to your ankles. A scream of frustration left your lips as you brought your fingers to your clit, the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortable. Rubbing your clit was getting you nowhere - you needed to be filled, needed a healer, an alpha, anything. 

Your frustrated cries drowned out the sound of the door opening, your small fingers curled inside of you doing little to ease the desire burning within. 

“Fuck, baby,” Rhys breathed, violet eyes wide as he took in the sight of you, sprawled and sweating on the bed. 

“Rhys, Alpha, please. I need a heat suppress... A healer. Emerie-“ you fumbled for the words, unable to even ask for what you needed to take the edge off as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay sweet girl. I’m here to take care of you. What do you want, little one?” Rhys cooed, eyes filled with adoration as his fingers gripped your chin, directing your focus to him.

Your tongue instinctively darted out, licking his thumb in silent request. He growled, slipping the digit into your mouth as you mewled, sucking as you stared at him with wide eyes. 

“I need you inside of me,” you mumbled around his finger. Your words weren’t clear, but your alpha knew exactly what you needed as his clothes were spirited away. The sound of his hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen drew a pathetic mewl from you, slick somehow building further as you struggled for breath.

Rhys pulled his thumb from your mouth, circling around to the edge of the bed, where your ankles were still trapped in the confines of your pants. Instead of undressing you, Rhys gripped your ankles, pulling them over his head as he locked himself within your legs. A guttural groan escaped him, eyes rolling back as your scent filled his senses. 

“Rhys, please. I need you now,” you pleaded, tears brimming as you clenched around nothing. Your alpha did not keep you waiting, pulling your hips down to the edge of the bed as he guided his cock inside of you, the both of you releasing lewd moans at the feeling of his swelled cock fully seated. “Move,” you whispered, wriggling as much as you could in his restrictive hold. 

Rhys loved having you at his mercy like this, smugness filling him at being the only alpha here as he drew his hips back, slamming into you. Relief flooded through you, feeling euphoric as your cravings were finally sated. Your head lolled to the side, shifting up and down against the mattress with Rhys’s thrusts as you registered Cassian walking through the door. 

“Oh, my sweet girl. I heard about your heat,” he crooned, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You nodded helplessly, still bouncing on Rhys’s dick as your mouth began to water, your need for Cassian building with each inhale you took of his scent.

Your eyes flicked to his face, Cassian’s hazel eyes watching your mouth fly open in a moan as Rhys hit deep inside of you. “Please, please,” you breathed, hand fumbling in a weak attempt to palm your alpha’s cock through his pants. “I need to suck you,” you begged, earning a moan from both Rhys and Cassian as the latter quickly stripped himself of his clothing.

Cassian climbed to the top of the mattress, legs spreading as his scent filled the air, cock proudly on display. Rhys flipped you over, your ass in the air as he shoved your pants the rest of the way off. Practically drooling, you leaned down and took Cassian in your mouth, moaning at the taste of his precum on your lips as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he praised, his words spurring you on as you took him as deep as you could. Rhys thrust back inside of you without warning, eliciting a muffled scream as you gagged around Cassian’s cock. His hand found your hair, wrapping it around his wrist as you bounced like a rag doll between him and Rhys.

“Fuck,” Rhys murmured, landing a smack to your ass as his knot grew inside of you, locking you in place as you felt his warm seed fill you up. Cassian groaned as he watched your face, your jaw going slack around him as you reveled in the feeling of Rhys’s release. 

“Gods, I’m going-“ Cassian pulled away just in time, his knot shrinking back as he held your mouth away from him. Rhys pulled out, long fingers pushing his cum back inside of you, a moan leaving him at the sight. 

“Where- where is Az?” You breathed, suddenly feeling the intensity of your heat at the realization of your missing alpha. Cassian and Rhys exchanged a quick glance before you heard movement downstairs, boots thudding against the wood before Azriel appeared in the doorway, sweat dripping from his brow.

“I was in Velaris. I’m here now baby, I’ve got you,” he cooed, leaning down to bring you in for a searing kiss. “What do you want from me, sweet girl?”

“I need you both. Now,” you commanded breathlessly, looking between him and Cassian. With a nod, Azriel removed his clothing, Rhys gently flipping you back on your back where Cassian pulled you against his chest. His cock brushed against your core, collecting the mix of your slick and Rhys’s cum as he lined himself up with your rear entrance.

With a nod from you, Cassian pushed inside, his large cock stretching your asshole deliciously. A mewl escaped you as you felt Azriel’s hand on your clit, thumb rubbing circles as he teased. 

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re doing so good for us,” Rhys murmured, settling next to you on the bed as he peppered kisses down your neck and chest. He smiled with pride when your jaw dropped, the sensation of Azriel pushing into your cunt, rubbing against Cassian’s cock through your thin walls almost too much for you.

Vision fading in and out, you heard vague and muffled praises as Cassian and Azriel took alternating thrusts inside of you, Rhys’s hands and mouth licking and tugging your nipples as every part of your body was stimulated.

With a scream, you clawed at the sheets as Cassian’s knot swelled inside of you, his release warm in your ass as Azriel continued pounding into you. Someone’s fingers found your clit, a chuckle sounding in your ear as you whimpered at the overstimulation. 

Your mind reeled as what might have been another orgasm crashed through you, the constant intense pleasure too much for you to register as you felt Azriel’s knot grow inside of you. Cassian leaned down to press kisses on your shoulder, Rhys continuing his words of praise as your final alpha’s seed filled you. 

The heat which had consumed you now faded away, deep contentment and sleepiness overwhelming your senses as you struggled to stay awake. You were vaguely aware of Azriel crawling up the bed, several sets of hands wrapping around your waist as you laid back against a muscled chest. 

“Sleep, little one. We’ll be here,” Rhys murmured in your ear as you drifted off, deeply sated and peaceful in your mates’ arms.

[oizysian]

A Very Happy Halloween | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Warnings: Age gap (legal) Word Count: 1.7k Genre: smut Summary: After a Halloween party where Y/N is teased mercilessly for her costume, Wanda rewards her for being such a good girl about it.

• Kinktober Masterlist •

“Nobody liked my costume.” I pouted as we walked into the house.

“That’s not true, Y/N. I like your costume.”

“Of course you do, Wands, you helped me pick it out.”

I couldn’t help but mope, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it. Wanda sighed and followed me in, sitting down next to me.

“Honey, I think you look adorable.”

“People were laughing at me.” I grumbled. “They were definitely making jokes.”

“Maybe they did,” I looked at her, visibly upset. “But, you were still out there, head held high. You didn’t let any of it bother you.”

I looked down at my hands folded in my lap, trying to let her words sink in. Wanda was older than me, and wiser. Maybe that’s why they were making fun of me and my costume; they just figured Wanda picked it out for me like a little baby.

I turned my head to face her, admiring how sexy and cute she looked in her Sokovian fortune teller costume. I must’ve looked goofy next to her, dressed the way I was.

She smiled at me, taking my face in her gloved hands and pulling me towards her for a kiss.

“I’m very proud of you for being such a good girl and not getting too upset about tonight.”

We had gone to a party of mostly her friends, and when they saw me, some of them stared, but most of them giggled and asked what I was dressed as. Wanda had taken hold of my hand and smiled at them, proudly announcing what I was and giving me a kiss every time it happened. That made me feel good. She always made me feel good.

“Thanks, Wands.” I tried to smile, my cheeks squished between her palms.

Her smile widened as she let go of my face, taking the fingertip of her glove between her teeth and pulling it off, then removing the other slowly and tossing them on the ground.

“I think,” she said softly, leaning towards me and reaching behind my back to grab the zipper of my costume. “You deserve a reward for being such a big, strong girl.”

She pressed her lips to my neck as she pulled it down, and I hummed in response to what she had said. Yeah, I did deserve a reward, especially if it was coming from Wanda.

She pushed the garment back off my shoulders and it fell with a soft plop on the couch behind me, leaving me in just my tank top and bra.

“You’re gonna have to get up so we can get the rest off, baby.” She mumbled against my skin and I wasted no time in shimmying my way out of the costume, not wanting her to stop kissing me.

I kicked it and my shoes off, and Wanda giggled at my actions.

“Look at how clever you are.” More praise sent me spiraling, and the feeling of her teeth grazing the soft skin of my neck drove me crazy.

“Wanda,” I whined softly, the ache between my legs intensifying as she ran her hands along my bare thighs, my shorts riding up around my hips. “Please.”

“Hm, please what, sweetheart?” She murmured softly, her kisses trailing down from my neck to my covered chest.

“Please touch me.”

“Where?”

I let out another whine and she giggled, her thumbs rubbing soft circles on the insides of my thighs, so close to where I needed her most.

“Here.” I whispered softly, pressing my own hand to my clothed sex.

“Good girls don’t touch themselves.” She said as she removed my hand from the apex of my thighs and pressed it down into the couch cushion. “Only mommy gets to touch you.”

“I’m sorry, mommy.” I knew that rule very well and rarely ever broke it, and she was well aware of that.

“I know you are, my sweet girl. You’re always so good for mommy.”

I couldn’t even remember the last time I touched myself. Even if I did masturbate, I wouldn’t be able to cum - not by myself. I needed Wanda. She owned every inch of me and I needed her to be complete.

Her hands slid up my legs to the hem of my shorts, tugging them and my panties down. I lifted myself up slightly so she could pull them off, and she wasted no time in pushing me down onto the soft cushions behind me and spreading my legs for her viewing pleasure.

“You’re so wet. Is this just from my kisses, malyshka?” She asked softly, her accent coming out and becoming thick.

I blushed fiercely, hanging my head and nodding slightly. She had an effect on me that nobody else in the world had. I was sure just a look from Wanda could get me wet.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty girl.” She said, wanting me to return my eyes to meet her gaze.

I looked up at her from under my eyelashes, her green eyes piercing into my own.

“You’re so beautiful.” She leaned her head down and pressed an open mouthed kiss to my inner thigh.

I gasped softly at the action, and I could almost see her smiling.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I took a deep breath and nodded as she brought her head down and licked a strip up my slit. I fought the urge to close my eyes as she tasted me, instead pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and focusing completely on those beautiful emerald eyes that never left mine.

She pulled my lower half slightly off the couch and kneeled before me, getting herself in a better position to effectively eat me out. When her lips wrapped around my clit and she started sucking, I released my sore lip and let out a whimper of pleasure. I knew she liked to hear me, and I had no problem letting her know exactly how she made me feel.

“Mommy … inside. I need you inside.”

She raised her head up slightly, panting softly.

“Do you, malyshka? Do you need mommy’s tongue or mommy’s fingers inside you?”

I couldn’t decide; her strong fingers or her powerful tongue. I just nodded and she tutted at me, tilting her head in amusement.

“You have to choose or you get nothing.”

“Fingers, mommy, fingers.” The thought of her fingers exploring me got me excited.

She smiled up at me and returned to her spot between my legs, right where she belonged, and I felt her tongue lapping at my clit as her talented fingers slipped inside me; two at first, but I knew she wouldn’t stop there.

I let out a whimpering cry, grabbing at the pillows below me as she curled her fingers upwards, hitting my most sensitive spot.

“Mommy …” I moaned, my hips jerking as she fucked me.

She held me down with her free hand, putting slight pressure on my pelvis to heighten my pleasure as she sucked and licked at my throbbing clit, her fingers still pounding into me.

I could feel the coil in my belly tightening as she had her way with me. She knew exactly how to touch me, exactly where to touch me to get me to come undone. Her fingers and mouth were made of magic and I was so thankful she used them only on me.

I reached for her strawberry brown locks, playing with her hair mindlessly as I found myself getting closer and closer to release. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrust my hips up to meet her powerful fingers, my mind getting fuzzy with pure pleasure.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum …” I whined and she completely removed her fingers just to add another, her tongue swirling rapidly around my clit.

“W-Wanda!” I cried out as I came all over her face, my hips bucking as she flattened her tongue against me and let me grind my clit against her strong muscle.

My face felt hot and my limbs felt rubbery as I relaxed, laying my head back on the pillows and panting softly. I heard her hum before I felt her tongue licking up my cum, her fingers slipping out of me so she could properly clean me up.

“Mommy, wait.” I needed a minute to breathe before she fucked me again.

“I know, darling,” she said as she kissed and licked my sex, getting me riled up once again despite my exhaustion. “Mommy needs to clean you up.”

She knew very well her “cleaning” me would lead to me cumming again and again, and that was her plan all along.

I squirmed on the couch, my clit aching for her touch once more as she kissed my pussy.

“Is my baby ready for more?” She lifted her head up to ask and I nodded, gently guiding her face back down between my legs.

I felt her smile against the skin of my thigh as she peppered kisses all along the sensitive flesh. I writhed under her, knowing very well I wouldn’t last long after the first orgasm I had. I was always receptive and sensitive to her touch and she took advantage of that often.

“Don’t tease me, mommy,” I pouted. “Wanna cum.”

She hummed against me and sucked my clit into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around it before dipping into my cunt. Her tongue felt so good; warm and strong, thrusting in and out of me like it was the last thing she’d do. I knew she’d use both on me eventually.

I moaned pathetically, her hands holding me still. I was unable to move against her and I could feel my orgasm approaching. She wanted to control it completely by not letting me move.

“M-mommy,” I tried to hump her face, but she held me down, so I pushed her face against me. “Cumming, mommy, I’m -!”

She eagerly lapped up my juices, not letting any of it go to waste.

“Such a good girl.” She murmured as she kissed up my body, finally finding my lips.

I moaned when I tasted myself on her tongue and sucked it into my mouth eagerly. She smiled into the kiss and laid on top of me, cuddling close as we made out like a couple of teenagers.

“I think I’m gonna reward you for being a good girl more often.”

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A Night Out - Pedro Pascal x F Reader

SMUT BABY SMUT

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Warnings/Content: Explicit, Smut, Domination, Rough, Unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy y'all), Age gap, Alcohol

Summary: You attend an event with Pedro to celebrate TLOU. When a stranger gets too close Pedro feels the need to show you that you're his, and only his.

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The sun was beginning to fade, letting you know your time was running short. You groaned, hesitating to begin getting ready. Doing your hair and makeup took effort that you couldn’t work up at the moment, and you didn’t even want to go out in the first place.

Pedro just finished filming, meaning there were many events for him to attend - for promo as well as celebration. You wanted to be a supportive girlfriend by attending the events with him, but you weren’t the going out type. You enjoyed staying in, cozying up in your housecoat with a cup of tea, of course, while you created your own reality through your passion for writing. You enjoyed being a homebody and so did Pedro at times, but things were different tonight. 

You finally pushed through the lack of motivation and found yourself propped up in front of the large mirror that resided in your washroom. You started with your hair, slicking it back into a tight, low bun. You followed by applying some light makeup - just enough to flatter your natural beauty. The event you were attending was formal, so you figured it would be fun to wear some jewellery that you didn’t typically reach for on a regular day. You grabbed a pair of long, dangly earrings. The diamonds shined as they were met with the bright lights of the bathroom. You struggled with a dainty necklace, but after a few tries you were able to open the clasp making you able to place it around your neck.

You were face to face with yourself in the mirror, analysing every feature. You felt a rush of confidence pour over you, and suddenly you felt excited to attend the party. You shimmied on your dress of choice - a short, all black, off the shoulder dress that hugged your curves oh, so perfectly. You paired the dress with some short heels and made your way to the kitchen. You were eager to see Pedro, knowing how weak his knees would become the second he saw you.

This was one of the first events you were attending with him since you began seeing each other. You felt your nerves rattle inside of you as you opened your liquor cabinet - “A drink should help,” you muttered to yourself. You grabbed the clear, stubby bottle of patron from the highest shelf, perched on your tippy toes. “Perfect”. You popped the cork off of the bottle and poured a generous serving into a low glass. You grabbed a few ice cubes from the fridge and popped them in the glass to mingle with the liquor. You thought about drinking it on the rocks for a second, as your nerves were bouncing off the walls, but maybe a mixer was in your best favour instead. 

The first sip graciously coated your throat, instantly calming your nerves. You were caught off guard when there was a pattern of knocks placed on your front door. “Pedro”, you lovingly said. You quickly downed the rest of your drink, hoping you wouldn’t regret that choice later on. The moment finally came; your clammy palms quickly grabbed for the cold door handle. Your face immediately became flushed as Pedro stood before you - he looked dashing. An all black suit covered him, tight enough that you could see his toned body popping through the sleeves. You couldn’t deny you felt yourself becoming heated in your sweet spot.

“Mi amor, you look so gorgeous,” he said in a husky tone, snapping you out of your daze. You blushed, as he reached his arm around your waist pulling you in to meet his soft, tender lips. You were expecting a friendly peck, but Pedro intensified the kiss while pulling you as close as he could possibly get you - yearning for the two of you to become one. His hand travelled to your ass, viciously gripping it, transferring a moan from your mouth to his. He finally pulled back, showing a cheeky grin after seeing the shocked look plastered across your face when you realised the two of you were practically standing in the hallway - visible to any passing neighbours. 

“C’mon sugar, we’ve gotta get going… the party started 20 minutes ago,” he said while rubbing the back of his neck. You giggled, hastily grabbing your purse and locking your front door. 

… 

The uber pulled to the curb in front of a condominium in Manhattan. When you exited the car your eyes followed up the tall, glistening building that towered over the street. “Wow,” you shockingly expressed. Pedro chuckled, “Here we are!” He gently grabbed your hand and led you towards the entrance. The party was far more glamorous than you had imagined - it was located on the rooftop of a high-class building. As you peered over the edge your eyes were met with the majestic skyline of New York City. The view was hypnotising. You weren’t from NYC originally, as you grew up in a small rural town, making this the first time you’ve seen a view like this. 

The party was crowded, you recognized a few faces; those who were a part of TLOU and others who were simply there to celebrate their successful friends. The warm summer night was paired with a light breeze causing enough goosebumps for you to nuzzle into Pedro. Eventually you parted ways making a trip to the open bar, “Props to whoever made this happen,” you mumbled as you set yourself up on a padded bar stool. You ordered a paloma, nice and simple for a beautiful summer night. You glanced around the party watching passionate conversations filled with laughter. You didn’t enjoy going out often but you enjoyed people watching - it soothes your soul.

You decided to enjoy your drink alone at the bar to give Pedro some time to catch up with his castmates. You caught a glimpse of Pedro and he sent you a little wink, making your cheeks heat up. You loved that man, and you especially loved how he wasn’t embarrassed to be in public with you. The two of you had a significant age gap, nothing worrying, but you figured most people would be judgy. Pedro felt the need to be your protector - he loved keeping you safe. 

As you were finishing up your drink you hopped off the stool and ordered another, alongside a beer to bring to Pedro. An arm wrapped around your waist making you jolt, as you turned your head you expected to see Pedro’s face but instead you met a stranger’ face, “Um- Can I help you?” you said as you removed yourself from the man’s hold. “What’s a pretty little girl like you doing at a party like this? I don’t see your face on any billboards,” he slurred, pushing a cocktail your way. You could smell the copious amounts of liquor he had obviously consumed. “I am here with my boyfriend. I appreciate the gesture but, no thank you,” you signalled “no” with your hand.

The man continued blabbering his mouth off until you were pulled aside - this time you knew it was Pedro. “Hey buddy, how about you leave my girlfriend alone,” Pedro’s voice filled with aggression while he tightly gripped you. “You’re the boyfriend? Pfft, yeah okay big shot,” the man said as he rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of you. Pedro’s grasp was still tight on you as he turned to you. “You okay, sugar?” his hot breath cascading across your neck, his grip still tight around your upper arm. He slipped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him once again. Your eyes lingered between his chocolate brown eyes and his plush, pink lips. His arm travelled from your upper arm to your neck, keeping a tight grip around you.

You felt an intense ache begin between your legs, your cunt beginning to drip - moistening your tiny little panties. He came close to you once again, “I need you now,” he demanded. He forcefully led you towards the bathrooms, your knees instantly weakening making you struggle to keep up with Pedro. Typically this would not be your cup of tea, but these washrooms were elegantly decorated - pristine.

As soon as the two of you entered the small room Pedro locked the door. He viciously pushed you against the wall and began using his hands to explore your body. You were holding back moans in fear of anyone hearing while they passed the bathroom, although the party was rather loud. His hot, chiselled body was pressed tight against you, leaving no space between your chests. His hands travelled from your sides down to the bottom hem of your dress where he began to teasingly grip it, “I’m gonna show you that you’re mine, and only mine tonight,” he instructed while grazing his teeth against your neck. You could tell the incident from earlier made a wave of jealousy wash over him and you weren’t mad about it - you loved this side of him.

Your hands trailed upwards to his brown curls, twirling and gripping them between your fingers. Pedro moaned into your neck, he loved when you played with his hair. He finally lifted your dress, exposing your bottom half which was only covered with a lacy g-string. He growled as he looked down, raising his hand to grip your throat - his grip was even tighter than before. You gasped for air as he ran his pointer finger over your clothed pussy, feeling the wetness that had already accumulated, “already?” he tsked, as he pushed your panties to the side. His finger gently traced your folds, teasing you every second. “My hands look so good around you, mi amor” he hissed into the air. 

You couldn’t contain yourself as he held you by your throat and toyed with your sweet spot. You were loving every second of him dominating you; you loved Pedro’s sweetness but his roughness was your favourite. You were shocked when Pedro ripped off your panties in one swift motion, leaving a somewhat burning feeling against your skin - you enjoyed it. “Did that hurt?” he genuinely asked, “No,” you moaned out. No matter how rough Pedro was with you he always checked in on you, he was so sweet.

As you grasped at his shoulders to help keep you stable he inserted one single finger inside of you, slowly teasing away causing you to ache even more for him. “Fuck”, you let out hoarsly. Pedro smirked, “Such a little slut,” he taunted before quickly adding another finger. You felt your knees buckle beneath you as you ran out of energy to keep yourself standing. Pedro removed his fingers causing you to let out a disappointed moan. He lowered himself and placed your right leg over his shoulder. Your breath hitched as he looked at you from below, gliding his lips across your dripping core. You squirmed, causing Pedro to grip at your hips forcefully making you stay still - or at least attempting to. 

His tongue began to lap away at your folds, teasing your aching bud every once and a while until he decided to move his focus there. Your eyes squeezed shut as he circled his tongue around your sensitive area, causing a knot to start forming deep within your lower stomach. Your hips began to jerk against Pedro’s face, longing for more friction as you chased your orgasm. Pedro quickened the pace of his tongue, driving you to an out of body experience as your muscles tensed and you reached your high. 

Your skin tingled as you attempted to catch your breath, but Pedro didn’t give you a chance as he stood up and stuck the two fingers that he pleased you with into your mouth, forcing you to indulge in the taste of yourself. “Good girl,” he said as he removed your fingers and licked them himself, “you taste so good,” he praised. “Up,” he demanded as he signalled for you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as he gripped your ass. He led you to the counter and placed himself in between your wet thighs. You wondered where your underwear were for a second before Pedro pulled them from his pocket, “Gotta keep you quiet for this,” he purred as he smirked at you. Suddenly Pedro placed your dainty panties within your mouth, “Holy shit,” you thought to yourself as you nearly melted into a pile of nothing.

Pedro unbuttoned his clothing above his waist leaving his soft tanned skin exposed. You ran your fingers from his pecks to his waistline, swiftly helping him remove his belt. He pulled his pants as well as his boxers down just enough to expose his aching cock. You spared no time and took him into your hands, slowly massaging him as his head tilted downwards. He let out an animalistic growl, removing your hands and giving himself a few pumps before he lined himself up with your soaking wet core. He slid the tip of his cock in between your folds a few times; moistening himself with your sweet liquids. His eyes met yours and he filled you in one easy motion. You bit down on your panties, gripping the sides of the counter you sat upon. Pedro was generous, giving a few slow thrusts before he hastily picked up the speed of his movements. He gripped your hips allowing him to have more control of how your bodies moved together. You looked down to watch his cock disappearing inside of you, causing your eyes to roll as he hit the perfect spot. 

The sounds of your bare skin making contact filled the room and you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Pedro grasped the back of your head bringing his forehead to yours, not once breaking eye contact as he mercilessly pounded your pussy. “Come for me again, sugar,” he demanded. He gripped your ass and slightly lifted you off the counter, allowing him to pull your bottom half closer to him every time he thrusted into you. Your arms held yourself up on the counter as you felt the rush of warmth reach your lower stomach once again causing you to lose all composure. You reached your climax causing you to scream out, thankfully the panties muffled it - slightly. 

You attempted to collect yourself as you came down, feeling Pedro’s thrusts becoming sloppier. You bit your lip while you stared him down knowing your eyes made him crazy, “Fuck baby, I-I’m gonna fill you up,” he stuttered, struggling to get his words out as he too was quick to reaching his high. “Come for me, daddy,” you purred, causing Pedro to send you a devilish smirk before he was pushed over the edge, closing his eyes as he threw his head backwards.

He remained in you for a moment while the both of you caught your breath. You removed your panties, “Damn baby”, you exclaimed. Pedro giggled at your reaction. He pulled out of you, allowing you to hop off the counter so you could clean yourself up. He placed a kiss on your temple, while the two of you readjusted yourselves, trying to fix your hair and makeup so nothing looked too off. “You are so good, princesa,” he cooed to you as he pulled you into a loving embrace, “I’m so lucky you’re mine”. You tighten your arms around his waist, placing a kiss on his chest.

You patted down your dress and slightly fixed your hair as Pedro peeked his head out of the door to see if the coast was clear. “We’re good to go,” he reached for your hand - intertwining your fingers with his. The two of you made your way to the bar, most definitely needing some hydration after that.

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[billysadventure]

[Mercury]: Shimmy like a worm until you can see the time! Mary’s spelling bee could start any minute, and she’ll have your head if you’re late.

*Wiggles Intensify*

After a solid fifteen seconds of doing the closest approximation of ‘The Worm’ he’s capable of while tied to a chair, he’s forced to stop from exhaustion.

All that work and he’s still no closer to the watch! All he gained from this was a headache and a newfound embarrassment about his stamina. The guard laughs at his pitiful attempt, probably pointing and slapping his knee robustly if Billy had to guess.

Just you wait, guard! He’ll get out of this!

When the dizziness fades away, that is…

He’s starting to feel bad for making fun of Mr. Mind when he tried to escape this way.

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CHP. 6

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 5

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CW: ANYTIME that MC is referred with male address or pronouns it's going to be color blue. There's also a shit-ton of cursing here.

You can feel your blood pressure ascending into the Celestial Realm (faster than a newly deceased good person) as this Azul Asheng-something mf drags you into his oh-so-fancy "Monstro Lounge" while you're just peacefully trying to fuck off from his dorm.

You were unfortunately curious enough to go poke your head into the mirrors leading to the dorms to see what they've got and use it as inspiration, but then this greasy-ass bitch sadly spotted you and literally hounded you to go in.

You would've socked him in the face for a second time but it turns out that he's a pretty important figure in this school.

You don't really wanna get in trouble for doing that.

(You may be able to do it to Crowley but you don't know if this attempted-bangle-thief has influential parents or something.. Crowley meanwhile, acts pretty parent-less for you.)

You are keeping an eye on him though.

If he tries any bullshit then he's getting his ass kicked.

Social hierarchy be damned.

You didn't rein in 10 demons, 3 angels, The greatest sorcerer in all of humanity and The literal fuckin grim reaper, (who're all constantly dragging you onto bullshit as either an accomplice or the baby-sitter) just for some dude in an Emo-friendly-cut-my-life-into-pieces college to best you.

• • • •

Jade did a double-take.

"..."

He blinked.

Azul is sending him SOS signals by blinking morse code at him.

Jade rubbed his eyes for a few seconds.

"..."

Nope, still the same.

Azul: *Blinking for help intensifies*

...Pft–

He bit his lip to stop his laughter from escaping.

Who would've thought that he'll see a day where his precious housewarden is having his face passive-aggresively squished and kneaded by a new student? And also, probably getting himself threatened based on the eerie smile on the students' face.

Azul should be grateful that floyd isn't here, lest he'll have two people on his hands that are more than happy to squish him around. He should be grateful there isn't anyone else around, really.. Lest the reputation he took so long to build crumbles.

Oh he can just imagine it at the top of his head.. The poor octo-mer will probably combust from embarrassment and maybe even go find himself an octo-pot that he can shimmy himself into.. oh how he misses those days...

(Elae: I'm just imagining baby Azul shimmying into a lil pot.. Ugh, so adorable I'm getting cute aggression.)

He does eventually step in to stop the student from treating Azul's face like a squishy piece of dough He took a couple of pictures ofc. he ain't an amateur, but not before almost getting his own face fall victim to the new students' hands.

• • • •

"You try this shit again and see what happens." You smiled at him as you squished his face.

He's still holding onto your wrists but he seems to have given up from escaping your passive-aggresive face massage. Instead, he seems to have settled in blinking so fast he can almost fly with his eyelashes.

This bitch really had the audacity to try and get you to sell your jewelry to him in exchange for a room in his frankly unimpressive dorm. (You have more than a dozen rich and powerful simps. A dorm in a college ain't gonna be enough to impress you anymore.)

"— I know that you must not have any money to pay but maybe we can compromise, it's gonna be hard for you and your friend (Yuu) to keep staying in the infirmary after all.."

"We can manage—"

"And my benevolence will not allow me to let some poor unfortunate souls be without accommodations... So what if, for a week of stay each, you give me your jewelry in retur—"

You got so pissed at the audacity that you almost strangled him but changed your tactic into a hateful squeezing the last second. (You can't be reported for physically violent behavior rn.)

He speaks as if the entirety of this college and its dorms can actually be worth even a single piece of the ring in your left hand.

But seriously? 15,000 madols (that's the price Azul told you) for one night of stay?? If you're gonna be paying that much money for a single room, then that room better solve all your problems, fulfill your greatest ambitions and then suck your imaginary dick afterwards.

Your annoyed musings were cut off when a hand tries to remove your grip from Azul's face.

You absent-mindedly reach your other hand, trying to deliver another kneading to a new victim.

• • • • •

Azul covers his face with his hand, embarrassed of how the situation played out.

It doesn't help that Floyd is cackling like a deranged maniac at him right now.

Thank goodness they're in his office.

"Can you stOp?!"

Poor bbg was so embarrassed his voice cracked :<

Hmph.

Jokes on you, even if he got embarrassed today he still got closer to your jewelry.

And now, he can 100% confirm that those ornaments aren't just for decorations.

The strong magic from your rings that were pressed against his face confirmed it.

Those things are definitely custom-made magical artifacts of the highest caliber.

Now.. How to get them...

• • • • •

You stopped walking, feeling someone's gaze on you.

Looking around discreetly, you didn't see anyone but you can still feel the eyes on your form.

Yeah no.

You continue on, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but not going to dark places or spots where you'll be all alone.

Time to check in on Yuu and their unwilling gang of window cleaners.

See if they're done already.

The sun is starting to go down, after all.

• • • • •

Mc... We're going to come find you.

Don't worry..

Please stay safe..

Please don't forget that we love you more than anything else in existence..

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- crush | a. anderson

| abby walks in on you at the wrong (or right) time

| content warning: inexperienced but not naive reader, female masturbation, oral (r receiving), strength kink kinda, pet names (sweetheart, baby), idrk this is pretty tame, probably ooc bc my first time writing abby, a lot of the word patrol

After doing a long, long day of rounds, all you wanted to do was relax. There were more infected than usual at the checkpoints. Once you finally get back to base, you’re quick to strip off your dirty clothes and take a hot shower. After you get out, you put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts.

Happy to be back in your room, you lay down, shimmying under the covers rapidly. Your muscles were heavily fatigued, and you felt drowsier with every passing minute, but you knew something that would get you to sleep even faster.

Using one hand to rub your nipple, you move the other down, teasing the seam of your underwear before sinking your hand lower to rub your clit. A soft sigh creeps out of your mouth as you feel instant relief. You speed up slightly, not wanting to rush yourself, but naturally chasing your high. While you focus on your pleasure, your mind drifts to a memory.

Abby was running her calloused hands through your hair. She had been begging to braid it for a few months, always going on about how convenient it was. You eventually caved in, you were never able to say no to her for long. While your fingers were hard at work, you imagined Abby’s, gently pulling your hair, making sure the braid was tight.

She kept complimenting you while she did it.

“Your hair is so soft.”

And also reprimanding you.

“Can’t believe you’ve never let me do this.”

You had to squeeze your legs together then, to dull the ache her words and actions were giving you. Between the thought of Abby and the pace of your fingers, the coil in your stomach was wound tight, ready to break at any moment.

“Hey, I found this mov– oh shit.”

You let out a gasp at Abby’s voice, quickly pulling your hand away from your heat and covering yourself with a blanket that had fallen off of you. Abby had her hand covering her eyes, while also facing the door that she just burst through.

“Abby! Whatever happened to knocking!” you said. You were flushed all over, embarrassed about being caught in the act. 

“I know, I’m sorry! I was excited about the movie I found; wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” She was still facing the wall. 

“You can turn around, I have clothes on.”

She turned slowly, hand rubbing the back of her neck in an awkward motion. She stands by the door, not sure if she should go or stay, you weren’t really sure what to do in this situation either.

“What movie is it?” you say, trying to break the ice.

Abby walks over to your bed and sits down by your legs, handing you the DVD case. It was some old movie about an apocalypse.

You laugh at her. “Don’t you think it’s a bit ironic?”

“I thought that’s why it would be fun.” she says sheepishly. “Y’know, compare their apocalypse to ours.”

Your laughter intensifies, and you nod your head 

“That would be fun.”

You looked up at the same time, you didn’t realize how close you had moved to her, it felt like you were naturally pulled to her. Abby’s brows were pulled together, she had the same look on her face that she did during patrols. 

“I could help, if you want.” she says, not breaking eye contact.

“Help? With what.” you ask.

“You know, with what I walked in on.” Abby answers, no shyness left in her tone.

“Oh I don’t– Abby, I’ve never…” you say, blood rushes to your cheeks as you try not to break the intimidating eye contact.

“You don’t have to. You can tell me to fuck off right now and I’ll never speak of this again. But, I would really like to make up for ruining your orgasm.”

 Her crass language makes you impossibly redder, causing you to look away. When you turn back towards her, Abby is scanning your face for a sign. Her blue-gray eyes go from your lips to your eyes.

You feel like your throat has dried up, unable to give her verbal confirmation, you nod your head at her.

“No.” She says, taking your chin in her hand. “Need to hear you say it.”

You sit up straighter, nervous of the repercussions that these few words will have. 

“I want you to help me, Abby.”

She lets out a sigh, and pulls you in. Naturally, you let her tongue guide yours. Abby grabs your hips, pressing your body up against hers. Gently moving her kisses towards your jaw and down your neck, hitting a spot on your collarbone that has you moaning

“There it is.” she whispers.

Abby spends a few moments on that spot, long enough that you knew there would be a large purple mark there by the morning. Stopping for a second to remove your shirt, she then lays you down onto the bed. Moving her mouth lower, she keeps your legs propped open with her knee. You moan as she wraps her lips around one of your nipples. 

She comes back up to look into your eyes.

“Does that feel good?” she questions, looking down at your hips.

You cock your head at her and look down, realizing you had been grinding your leg over her knee. But she doesn’t laugh at you, in fact, she seems very serious about it all, she left no room for you to be embarrassed.

“Yeah.” you reply, barely a whisper. 

“I bet it does, sweetheart.” she says, nodding her head sympathetically before removing her leg from your heat.

You let out a light whine, as she whispers an, I know, I know, quickly removing the plaid pajama shorts you were dressed in, making a note in her head to tease you about them later. Moving her cruel kisses right above your mound, you think she’s finally about to give you what you're aching for, but instead, she moves her mouth even lower, to focus on your thighs next. You wanted to tell her to get on with it, but you couldn’t find it in you to actually say it.

Abby was so intimidating, and she always got what she wanted. After many, many, patrols with her, you knew that it was her way, or the highway. Finally, she places an open mouthed kiss to your clit through your panties before taking them off. You instinctively lift your hips for her. 

“Please.” you whimper.

“Hm? What do you want?” Abby answers, teasingly.

You move to put your hands over your face, embarrassed by the thought of begging. But Abby is quick to catch your wrists, the show of strength making you clench around nothing. 

Shaking her head at you she says,. “C’mon, shy girl, tell me what you want.” 

Wriggling your hands in her grasp, you try to get away. It was all a game to her, and it was to you, too. You knew you couldn’t get away, and you were barely trying, but it was fun to try, to pretend like you had a chance against her. Abby laughs at your weak attempt.

“Just tell me what you want, you know I’ll help you, I said I would.”

You suck in a breath. “Want you to touch me, Abs.”

It’s not loud enough for Abby’s liking, but she figures she made you wait long enough. Moving down between your thighs once again, her broad shoulders push your legs far apart, and she licks a long stripe up your cunt. You let out an inhuman groan, and Abby laughs again, sending a vibration from your cunt all the way up to your chest.

You move your hands to the top of her head, trying to grip something, but her tight braid makes it hard. Moaning as her nose bumps your clit, you feel Abby’s middle finger you, which only causes your noises to become even louder.

She comes up for a breath, her finger still steadily going in and out of you.

“What were you thinking about?” She says through panting breaths.

“What?” you question, glassy eyes coming up to meet hers.

“When I walked in on you, what were you thinking about?” She adds another finger, throwing your train of thought out the window. “Answer me, baby. I wanna know.” 

“Was– was thinking about when you braided my hair.”

Abby smirked, she knew what you were talking about. You thought she didn’t notice how quiet you got right when she started lacing her fingers through your hair. How you would only shake your head in response to her questions, and how you crossed your legs the first time she gave your head a light pull.

“Yeah? You were thinking about me while you touched your pretty pussy?” 

Whimpering, you nod your head at her. She moves back down to your cunt, sucking at your clit causing your hips to shoot up, trying to grind on her face. But Abby is quick to put her strong arm over them, forcing them down.

“Quit that.” she mumbles. The show of dominance sends a wave of arousal through you.

You didn’t know how long it had been since she had started, but it felt like it had been hours. Your head was becoming fuzzy, your hearing muffled, it felt like your ears had been stuffed full of cotton. All you could focus on were Abby’s fingers lazily going in and out of your hole, and her mouth on your clit, she gave it a quick nip with her teeth every once in a while just so she could see your hips jolt again.

You were positive you were being too loud, but you couldn’t seem to care, your stomach was in knots, the ruined orgasm from before was building up again quickly. 

“I need– I’m gonna-” you tried to finish your sentence, but nothing worthy was coming out.

Abby took her mouth off of your cunt.

“I know, it’s okay. Let go for me, baby. Let it all out.” She says, kissing your cheek and forehead.

Her words send you flying over the edge. Abby connects her lips with yours, muffling your moans. You were floating, your vision stark white. When you came back down, Abby’s fingers were still moving inside of you. Groaning, you try to push her away.

“Alright, okay, I’m done, promise.” 

Abby removes her fingers and you let out a weak sob, she was quick to shush you, planting another kiss on your jaw before leaving the bed. You watch her go into your bathroom to find a towel to clean you up with. Once she was satisfied with her work, she moved in beside you, murmuring small praises the whole time. She showed her strength once more by propping your fatigued body on top of hers, quickly grabbing a blanket to cover you both up with. 

“Thank you.” you whisper, looking up at her from your position on her chest, your shyness naturally creeping back in.

 Giving you a small smile, she kisses the top of your head.

“It was only right. Couldn’t just ruin your night like that now could I? We’ll talk about this later, get some rest.” Abby says quietly, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

With that, you drift off, feeling content in her arms.

[may-be-a-plant]

Zeb and Kallus are at the commissary picking up supplies when a song Zeb likes starts playing over the radio:

Zeb: Kal, dance with me! *shimmies*

Kallus: *mortified by the very thought* No, I'd rather not.

Zeb: Aww okay..

Kallus: *internal struggle intensifies*

Kallus: .....Zeb.

Zeb: *looks up at him*

Kallus: *does the tiniest perceptible wiggle*

Zeb:

(@thehonorableones)

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can I ask for Elphelt finding her S/O having a real bad sore throat after hearing what was supposed to be them trying to mimic her singing, but S/O tsunderly refuses to admit it?

(Guilty Gear: Strive) Elphet's S/O getting a sore throat trying to sing like her

I can only sing the parts of Extras where Molly isn't going pure death metal.

...BUCKLE UP! RUB-A-DUB-A-DUB YEAH YEAH, TOO LATE MY BABY!-

Elphelt's head leans in from the crack through S/O's door, with a bright smile on her face as usual.

(Elphelt) "S/O~! Are you okay?"

S/O is lying on their bed, fingers around their throat as they nod yes, voice extremely hoarse.

(S/O) "Y-Yeah...my voice is gone today for some reason..."

S/O noticed that Elphelt was still smiling, causing them to raise an eyebrow. By now, she would have flown into a full panic and almost smother them in medicine and bush dog plushies.

Instead, there's a cheeky grin.

(Elphelt) "Some reason, you say?"

Elphelt puts one finger on her chin as she shimmies closer, eyebrows raising constantly.

(Elphelt) "Sooooooome reason?"

Before S/O could question what she meant, she leaned in extremely close.

(Elphelt) "For the record, the lyric goes 'Too late', not 'Do it'."

S/O's eyes widen at the implication as her eyebrow wiggling intensifies, making them look away as their cheeks started burning.

(S/O) "W-What are you implying...?"

(Elphelt) "Come on, no need to deny it! I heard all last night you trying to reach my low growls! It was really cute!"

(S/O) "Psh, in your dreams..."

(Elphelt) "It's a dream come true! If you want, I can give you proper voice coaching! I know humans have some issues trying to-"

(S/O) "I!...O-Ow, voice!"

Seeing them pout, Elphelt hugs them with a wide smile, her infectious postivity making it impossible for S/O to continue looking that mad.

(S/O) "I admit, you're really talented at singing..."

(Elphelt) "Hm? Sorry, I couldn't hear you."

S/O starts pouting again, but Elphelt genuinely meant that.

She was too distracted with her admiration to notice their muttering.

[fiction-is-life]

A Dish Best Served Hot

Summary: You get exactly what you want all in one eventful outdoor movie night.  Set during season one.

Warnings: Plotless smut, kinda bitchy reader, language, mention of guns/weapons, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, clit slapping, mention of oral (fem receiving)/face riding

~

“Baby, please,” Topper whined in your ear.  It was surprising he was being as quiet as he was.  

“Someone will notice, Top,” you whispered back.  

He groaned into your neck and dug his fingers into your waist where they rested.  “Everyone is focused on the movie.  Nobody is even looking at us,” he reasoned.  

“Topper…”

He kissed your neck, his soft lips making you shiver.  “You’re just so beautiful, baby, I can’t help it.  Just let me slip it in under the blanket; nobody will notice,” he spoke as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.  

You bent your neck to give him more access, and he took the opportunity to bite your neck lightly, immediately soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.  

You reached back to palm his crotch with one hand, finding a small wet spot where his precum had been leaking onto his shorts.  You licked your lips as a smirk grew on them.  “Hmm, you really do need this, pretty boy.  Leaking onto your shorts and making a mess,” you hummed, teasing him.

His grip tightened on your waist, and he moaned into your neck.  You took your hand away at that, denying him any pleasure.  “It’s a pretty big risk, Top; I don’t know if I want to take it,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up and driving your boyfriend even wilder.

His nose nuzzled your ear as he pulled you in closer, playing the doting, cuddling boyfriend for anybody who happened to be looking.  “If you let me do this now, I’ll sit you down on my face until you are crying for me to stop later,” he practically growled.

A flood of honey-wetness soaked your panties at this.  You nodded your head, not trusting your voice.  You felt Topper’s lips curl into a smile.  “Good girl.”

Very carefully, Topper lifted you onto his lap, having already freed his cock from his shorts.  He arranged the blanket on top of you securely before lifting your sundress up enough to shimmy your panties down your thighs.

While everyone was focused on the most dramatic part of the movie, Topper managed to slip his cock into your dripping pussy.  It took a few thrusts, but he finally bottomed out.  You took deep breaths, trying not to cry out at how well he filled you.  “You feel even bigger from this angle, Topper.  I can feel you in my fucking stomach,” you whimpered.  

You almost blew your cover when you felt a large, warm hand press down on your belly, making you feel the bulge there even more prominently.  “You ready for me to move, baby girl?  Think you can handle it?”

You clenched around him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he groaned.  

Topper started to thrust quickly yet shallowly, trying to minimize the chance of anyone noticing.  You let out a cry when he hit your g-spot.  You were lucky that a jump scare had happened at the same time, but you still looked around you to make sure nobody had noticed.  

Your eyes locked on a pair of blue ones a few rows in front of you.  You smirked, leaning your head back onto Topper’s shoulder casually.  “Maybank noticed us, baby.  He’s looking right at me,” you whispered.  

Topper’s thrusts became harder at this, making you bite your lip.  “Let him look.  He just knows he’ll never have the hottest girl on the island.  Serves him right for putting a gun to my head,” he huffed.  

You could see the tent growing in Maybank’s cargo shorts, and your face lit with an idea.  “Touch my clit, Top,” you demanded.  

Your face twisted in a silent moan when Topper’s fingers ran through your slick, gathering it up before slapping your clit.  He rubbed your clit in tight circles, making the growing knot in your stomach intensify.  His thrusts quickened, and you could feel him twitch inside of you, just as close as you were already. 

“Cum inside me, Topper, please,” you whimpered, making sure JJ could read your lips.  

“Oh, fuck, baby, your killing me,” were the last words you heard before you were being stuffed full with hot spurts of your boyfriend’s cum.  The feeling alone was enough to make you cum hard, but the rough pad of Topper’s finger on your clit and the fact you were being watched had you coming completely undone.  Your vision blacked out and you were loud enough to draw a few concerned looks your way.

When you caught your breath, you opened your eyes to see Maybank’s still on you.  Not breaking eye contact, you brought Topper’s hand to your lips, sucking his cum soaked fingers in your mouth.  You cleaned them off, letting them slip out of your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’.

You reached up and tilted Topper’s head down to give him a lingering kiss.  You settled back into his arms, electrified yet sated.  The last thing you saw before closing your eyes was JJ Maybank storming off, his dick looking painfully hard, and you smirked, getting exactly what you wanted out of the night - and you couldn’t wait for Topper’s skilled tongue to clean your pussy of his cum later.

~

My Masterlist

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[thankspete]

Reunion | dob

Word Count: 4.6k Rating: M Summary: Doesn't matter how long you've waited for it; it's always worth it. | Also on Ao3! Warnings: (the usual, minors dni etc) praise, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex (+creampie), marking??, pretty boy is always in charge <3, overstimulation, brief somnophilia + masturbation mentions, they're so in love, no use of y/n as always A/N: this is my belated x(xx)mas gift to u. mwah ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅

You couldn’t blame anyone but yourself, not really.

It was always like this. Maybe it would’ve worked if your back was flat against your mattress, in solitude at eleven at night. You always fell asleep, so content, within minutes. But succumbing to your desires, utilizing your free will to make yourself tremble and squirm during the daylight hours of three in the afternoon while he’s out there, so sexy and so unaware… it was over as soon as you turned the faucet to hot.

There was nothing like cumming in the shower; maybe it was the adrenaline of holding yourself upright at the risk of shattering the glass door or maybe it was the rough pulse setting of your showerhead. Who knows.

There couldn’t have been a better–more scorching–late spring afternoon after days of uncharacteristic gloom. Your late-morning was spent lounging by the pool, grazing on cubed pineapple and hiding greedy looks at Dylan’s body behind your sunglasses. It’d been nearly a week since you’d last had him; he was fresh off a red-eye from his sibling’s birthday celebrations on the east coast. The early flight, coupled with Tommy’s insistence on taking him to a show at a bar in the East Village last night, meant he was schlubbing around all day, falling in and out of a day-long nap. You could admit it was cute when he dozed off on the lounge chair, cap brim low on his face and chin on his chest, but it reached a breaking point when you were sprawled on the couch together, his large hand cupping your breast and a soft snore in your ear. His grip was loose, allowing you to slide easily from his arms, slink to your room, and grab your bathrobe.

Your skin felt warm when you stepped onto the cool tile, still deciding between waiting it out and dealing with the thud in your cunt. You stood beneath the stream, feeling the hot water funnel into the main line as the shower temperature quickly rose from frigid to steaming. You were focused at first, fingers diligently massaging shampoo into your scalp, but they roamed a little further while you scrubbed your torso. With a sigh, you reached for the chrome showerhead and twisted to change the water pressure. It’s quick, you thought. He’d likely still be asleep by the time you left the bathroom, so gorgeous but so unavailable. 

And it was quick, but it also left your knees rattling and head spinning from the thick, waterlogged air. Tiny shockwaves are still traveling up your body when you step out onto the plush bath mat, intensifying as the cold bathroom air rushes past your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. A tiny whine escapes your lips as you shimmy into your fleece bathrobe and wrap a towel around your head. Looking at yourself in the mirror is a struggle of its own, a visible warmth spread across your face and a well-bitten bottom lip alerting you to the levels of your own arousal. You grunt when you step away, attempting to designate your urges to after dinner, and instead thinking about if you need to take anything out of the freezer to defrost. 

“Hi,” Dylan’s soft greeting is a surprise when you step out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom. He’s lying on his side, head resting on his elongated arm and phone screen-down on the bed. His eyes look tired, but his silhouette glows in the light from the window. Dark green sweatpants hang low on his hips, exposing the elastic of his underwear. 

“Hi.” You hang your hair towel up behind the bathroom door and begin to walk towards him. “Looking for me?”

“Mmhm.” You twirl a lock of his chestnut hair around your pointer finger, enjoying the length before he inevitably buzzes it all off. “S’boring out there, every episode of Curb is the same.”

“Yeah?” He shifts, sitting up to swing his legs over the side of the bed and face you. “You know what happened during the episodes you were asleep for?” Your hand is in his and he pulls it to rest on his cheek. 

“Yeah.” He smiles up at you. “Larry David acts like an asshole, gets what he deserves, goofy end credits song, repeat.” You refrain from rolling your eyes as you settle into his lap, your knees on either side of his body.

“Hm. You’re right,” you mumble between pressing kisses into the scratchy skin of his cheek. One of his hands settles comfortably on your lower back. “That’s it? You came to find me because you were bored?”

“I missed you.” Dylan’s free hand travels up your thigh until he is forearm-deep beneath your robe. “Woke up an’ you were gone.” The water droplets on your skin provide no retaliation to his hot breath on your neck. Something about it makes you want to curve your spine to press your chest to his. Would he feel the rattle behind your breastbone? Could he feel the heat from between your legs, so deftly pressed against the lump in the front of his sweatpants? “Had a dream about you.”

You’re certain now you’re both on the same page, but you pull back and narrow your eyes at him anyway. “Just now?” He narrows his eyes right back at you, a playful smile teasing the corners of his lips. His eyes are a decadent shade of brown as they gaze sleepily into yours. 

“Maybe it’s been recurrent.” He shrugs as if he has no clue what you’re talking about, but you catch a glint of mischief in his look. His hands are moving now, one groping your outer thigh and the other fiddling with the fabric rope keeping your bathrobe tied shut. 

You almost fall into him at that moment. The flood between your legs only feels more and more apparent since you’d hooked the shower head to its mount and twisted the faucet tightly to the left. Instead of finding comfort against his mouth or alerting him to the wet spot you’re leaving in his lap, you blurt out, “You wanna tell me about it?”

“Would rather show you.” His lips lock onto yours, arms pressing your body into his, molding yourself around him. He’s diligent and in control, mouth firm and domineering against yours. His tongue is soft and wetter than yours, with access to it allowing you to taste a hint of sweetness and tobacco. His hands roam dutifully across the hems of your garment, pushing the fabric off your shoulder and loosening the belt around your waist. Dylan’s back falls to the bed, tugging you down with him. Your robe is splayed open now, caught on your shoulders and thighs. His mouth disconnects from yours to watch you, properly feel you softly grinding yourself against him. It’s almost enough to make you self conscious, but his gaze is always so soft when you’re at your most vulnerable. He doesn’t haphazardly grasp at your body as you lean over him; his hands are deliberately placed on your upper thighs, ghosting feather-light circles into your skin. The sensation makes you slightly ticklish, immediately sending electricity up your spine and goosebumps rippling across your skin. How he knew that would get your nipples pointed and directly in front of his face, you’d never know. You’re not being watched by Dylan, you’re being seen. “You like using me, huh angel?” It’s posed as a question, but you don’t need to answer. You just press your hands to his stomach, your center to the firm bulge in his pants. “Mine,” he says quietly to himself, greedily holding you by your hips and guiding your movements. It’s not enough, but you can feel a pool slowly form in your lower stomach as he works your cunt against his increasingly hard cock. His hips press harder into yours as he moves, fucking into you. You surrender control over your core to him entirely, letting him scrape his clothed cock into your swollen center, twitching when he’d move just right. Your nails leave crescent shaped marks as you hold tightly to his sides. You’re trembling, soft sighs escaping your lips with each swipe of his hips. “Is this really how you wanna cum, sweetheart? Like you’re a teenager again, can’t control yourself?” The condescension dripping from his tongue is almost enough to send you over the edge right then and there. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” You whimper pitifully as he halts your movements and pushes you onto your back. 

“Thought you’d take it as a compliment if I came on your pants.” Your breathing is shallow, eyes watching the way he leans over you, caging you onto the bed with his body.

“Mm.” Dylan’s thinking about it, even if he’s pretending to be preoccupied with touching you. The shift in his eye contact and slight bob in his throat is what gives him away. “Yeah… I have some other ideas, though.” He absentmindedly traces up your stomach, under your breasts, to your collarbone. “My dream, remember?” His tired eyes shine as they look down at you. He is deliberate in his touches, your skin sensitive and lower abdomen incredibly keyed-up. 

“I’ve been so good,” you pant, letting your hands roam across the firmness of his chest to his shoulders, then his triceps. “Missed you.”

“I believe it,” he says off-handedly, too busy determining whether to attack your collarbone with his tongue or his teeth. “Thank you for picking me up from the airport this morning.” The sentence comes out muffled; he chose teeth. 

“You’re so welcome,” you sigh. “But that’s not what I meant.” You hook your right knee around his thigh and he holds it in place. “You’ve been so busy snoozin’... I’m feeling a little neglected.” He licks his lips as he stares down at you. You’re looking up at him from beneath your lashes, seemingly too bashful for what stumbles from your mouth next. “Maybe it’s unfair, but I was hoping you’d fuck me when we got home this morning.” His eyes, calculating and a remarkably burnt umber color, remain steady as they bore into yours. He’s always so much better at this than you are. “Maybe in front of the mirror by the entryway.” You swallow. Your voice is small, mind distant with nothing but his body keeping you grounded in reality. “Or against the front door.” You guide his hand down your stomach, over your stubbly pubic mound to the dampness that has been accumulating for what feels like hours. It probably has been hours. His eyebrows shoot up. It was only seven in the morning when you’d gotten back, the golden warmth of sunrise peeking through the ornate crystal gaps in your wooden front door. Dylan looked beautiful in the light, especially with a duffel over his shoulder and raccoon circles around his eyes.

“Oh, sweetheart.” You feel yourself falling into your favorite dynamic as your senses become overloaded with him. Dylan is bigger than you’d think from afar, experiencing no issue trapping you between his arms and beneath his body; his gentle breathing, smelling faintly of spearmint and American Spirits, fans over your skin. He’s looking at you like you’re dinner, but something in his eyes tells you he’s going to savor it. “You’ve been so patient, haven’t you?” The hand you placed over your cunt is lazily spreading your pleasure between your folds, brushing past your clit and occasionally circling your trembling hole at excruciating intervals. His other hand travels everywhere, brushing wet hair from your face to ghosting around your neck and gently caressing your breasts. “All day, bet you were soaked for me the whole time, my good girl.” Your eyes roll back and you feel your chest cave in with your breath. “You could’ve said something, y’know.” It comes out almost like a purr and electricity zips up your spine.

“If you hadn’t passed out every fifteen minutes,” you bite. He pinches your nipple sharply between his pointer finger and thumb in response to your attitude, resulting in a yelp escaping your throat. Luckily, it’s the only punishment you get.

“Baby, you know what you want is always alright with me.” You swallow as you watch him intently, your eyes flickering between his eyes and lips, unsure of his next move. “You know how incredible it would’ve been,” he pauses his movements between your legs and shifts his arms to the sides of your head before continuing, “seeing you needing me, in my sleep, taking me like I know you can… to wake up to you messy, doe-eyed, and gagging all over me?” Your face is hot, you’re sweating, and you’re squirming under his firm gaze. “You’d like that too, huh? Be honest, my love. You trust me, don’t you?” His voice is satiny to your ears. Your vision is blurred by pure adrenaline and adoration. The dryness in your mouth prevents speech, but you nod weakly, ready to succumb to whatever he wants to do. “Say it.” His fingers press into your cheeks and puff your lips forward. “You’ll get anything you want as long as you keep talking, keep telling me how much you want it.” His hand rests gently on your mound, feeling like a promise.

“Yes.” It’s hoarse, but it’s there. “Yes, please.”

“I want to hear you, okay? I know you love it, angel, but I need to hear how good I can  make my pretty girl feel.” His voice falls to a whisper. “You don’t know how hard it is to be away from you.” Dylan is always like this after returning from a trip, thoughts jumbled from lustfully depraved and tenderly sweet, fighting urges that exist somewhere in between. “No one is like you…” He loses himself in the kisses he’s pressing to your shoulder, your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. “No one can make me feel the way you do.” His hands move sporadically across your torso, grasping at your skin haphazardly. “Not in this lifetime, anyway.” 

You whine at his touch and words, head spinning but wholly devoted to him. “I love you.” It comes out quietly, a pledge kept solely between you two. A layer of static feels like it is embedded into the top layer of your skin. His fingers are gentle and precise; his pointer and middle finger nestle themselves comfortably around your clit, squeezing occasionally as he moves his fingers vertically. There’s no chance you’ll last under these conditions and there’s no way he doesn’t know it. You’re not in control of your movements against his fingers; you’d be embarrassed by the arhythmic pace of your hips, but you’re too honed in to his touch to care. You’re not even sure what you’re doing, but you know his eyes are illuminated by the light from the window and the look he’s giving you is all-consuming. You also know it feels good. “Dylan,” you whisper. You move your hands from his neck to his shoulder and bicep; he may like being scratched and squeezed, but it doesn't mean he wants a punctured jugular. “I don’t think–” A soft gasp bubbles up your throat. The sheer consistent repetitive movement of his fingers are  increasingly enough. 

“It’s okay… it’s okay.” Dylan’s mouth covers yours, almost overwhelmingly. His breath is hot as it mingles with yours, your tongue desperately needy in his mouth. The knee hooked around his thigh shifts to rest on his lower back. Your hand slides from his bicep, down the front of his chest rather clumsily until it reaches the elastic of his sweatpants. A frustrated rumble emanates from your chest. You’re surprised he’s had the self control to keep them on this long, especially given the tent he was pitching. Your hand breaches the drawstring, fingers dipping past the elastic of his underwear.  “You wan’ me to feel you, sweetheart?” He nips at your bottom lip, already so raw you taste a metallic warmth slowly dripping  into your mouth as soon as his teeth make contact. Something about the action and the sharp, but sweet flavor on your tongue feels carnal, your mind sinking to its most feral form. Your fingers dip entirely into his tight boxers, thumb spreading the stickiness from his slit to the bottom of his head. His hips jerk slightly to your touch and your second hand slinks to palm the hot girth in his pants. “Always so considerate, my girl’s always thinking of me.” You nod, out of breath and drunk on the feeling of his middle finger being smoothly inserted into your slick. When he’s successfully knuckle deep, he pulls out and reinserts, adding his pointer finger. You can’t control the sounds that leak from your mouth when he licks at the droplets of blood that have re-emerged from the cracks in your lips. “It’s okay, baby, don’t worry. Let go for me.” He taps his thumb on your bud and you grip tightly to his fingers. You feel ragged, tired from both incessantly thinking about being your boyfriend’s little fuck doll and actually following through on your shared desire. The pool in your lower stomach has only been expanding, tendrils of pleasure seeping up your back, through your limbs. There’s no way to hold on, not with his voice in your ear and his fingers in your cunt.  “Promise next time it’ll be around my cock, but I need you to come now.” With a final flick at your clit, at his instruction, the dam breaks. Your hips flick forward, back arching to press your stomach firmly into him. The trembling in your thighs feels like it rocks through your whole body. His fingers fuck you through it, the squelching noises almost embarrassingly sinful. You’re leaking as Dylan pulls his fingers out from your center, coated in your own creaminess. He presses them into your mouth, watching intently as you circle them with your tongue. He seems satisfied by your method, pulling the fingers out and replacing them with a quick peck. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, brushing against his with each breath. “My girl,” he breathes. “My girl, my good girl.” His thumb gently caresses the upper part of your cheek.. “I love you. You’re gonna give it to me again, sweetheart.”

“Off,” you mumble as your hands shakily tug at his underwear. He assists, shooing your hands away to swiftly remove himself of his garments. You use the shift in his weight and attention to your advantage, pushing Dylan onto his back. He’s gorgeous–looking angelically warm in the afternoon light and body hair deliciously untrimmed. You swallow the saliva that floods your mouth as your vision hones in on the twitching, sticky cock resting on his stomach. It’s pure instinct, the way you lean over his lower half, tongue readily lubricating his tip. You pump your spit down his shaft until you’re able to get the first four inches into your mouth.

“I don’t think this was part of my dream, pretty girl.” His verbal attempt at protest is weak while his hand is firmly in your still-damp hair, steadying your head to take him further. In response, you reshift your tongue’s focus to his head, while your saliva-coated hands tug at the base of his cock and balls. 

“It’s not a dream of yours to get head from me?” You look up at him for only a few seconds, caught in his lidded yet bemused gaze, before redirecting your attention back to your favorite plaything. 

“Definitely not what I meant. You’re…” He trails off and pulls your head up by your hair. His hand moves to cup your jaw, his thumb wiping spit off your chin. “Come here. Would rather finish inside of you.” There’s nothing he can say that you won’t agree to. Especially not the most fulfilling way of feeling his. You clamber up his torso and he sits up to meet you in the middle. You unceremoniously fist his dick, swiping his head through your folds and beginning to press it into your core. From your perspective, playtime is over; no need to drag it out further when it’s already been a week without each other. “Eht–! Tsk.” His hand is on your throat, lifting you slightly as he pulls his head out from your quivering hole. It falls onto his stomach with a wet, heavy thud. “Let me.” Your jaw is slack, breath whizzing past your lips as your pussy clenches at the loss of his stretch. He lets go of your neck, moving his hand down to the hollow of your collarbone. Gently, he pushes your shoulder, body falling backwards onto the bed. He towers over you, perfectly silhouetted in front of the window. He pauses after placing his hands on your inner thighs and spreading you, one knee perpendicular to your crotch and the other pulled up by your shoulder. His fingers glide across the smooth skin of your inner thighs without purpose.

You jokingly rasp, “Won’t let me be in charge, but you haven’t decided what you’re gonna do to me?” He shifts his gaze from your little box, gaping and thumping for him, and narrows his eyes at you.

“Debating if I’m gonna break my promise or not.” Your heart nearly stops.

“What do you mean?” The fingers on your left hand tangle with his as you stare, wide eyed at his pretty, stubbly face. There’s no possibility he wouldn’t finish the job, not by now. He crouches further down the bed, head nearly resting on your lower stomach.

“You think you can handle three today for me, sweetheart?” Oh. His face is so close, you can feel his cool breathing against your warm dampness. You swallow the saliva that has built up in your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’ll get to it eventually, I swear.” His fingers spread you open and he leaves a soft kiss on your clit. “Jus’ missed you. Please?”

“Yes,” you breathe. He wastes no time pressing his flat tongue along the entirety of your slick. “Whatever you want.” 

He groans in protest, the vibrations making you gasp. “Whatever you want.” Your hands find his hair, a little oily and just long enough that he looks ruggedly sexy when his beard is grown out. He’s going for the gold, suckling and circling your clit directly with his tongue, well aware that you’re sensitive enough to flood his mouth in under a minute if he plays his cards right. It’s an ego thing for him, knowing exactly how to take care of you. He’s certain no one could make you fall apart the way he can and today he would prove it to himself again. Prove it to you. “You’ve been so lonely without me, huh?” His tongue flicks slow down, but the pressure against your slit increases. “How many nights did you go to bed thinking the time difference fucked you over? Did you think of me when you couldn’t get me on the phone?”

“Dylan.” A wringing motion comes from deep inside of your gut, alerting you to your incoming orgasm.

“Answer me.” His stern voice cuts through the air and reverberates against your cunt. “I know your fingers aren’t enough. Were you left unsatisfied without me here to make you feel good?”

“Yes,” you pant. “I need you. All I can do is think about you when you’re gone. Please keep going, I need you.” He places his thumb right above your clit and pulls to stretch it upwards. With one final thick swipe of his tongue, he has your eyes rolling and fingers pulling his hair. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, pressing his face further into your flooding core as your hand holds him exactly where it feels best. He’s literally moaning into you as he laps you up, occasionally praising your receptiveness and taste. When you let go of his hair and begin to jerk your hips away from his face, he pulls away.

“Good?” He sits up and wipes his mouth on his forearm. You nod weakly, hands wobbly as you attempt to touch his knees. You’re pounding and leaking still, limbs incredibly heavy. With no hesitation, he presses his cock into your weary little hole, messy and slick from your cum and his spit. All of the air rushes from your lungs when he bottoms out. 

“S-so sensitive, Dyl,” you whine. 

“One more for me. You want it, don’t you?” You tighten around him as he pulls out and slowly presses back in. “Breathe. I’ll take you through it.” He reaches a comfortable pace, fast enough to override the overstimulated numbness but not painful in its force. Each deep thrust scrapes his pubic bone against your button, making you feel like you’re glitching in and out of existence.The pillow to your left disappears and, while still inside of you, Dylan lifts your hips to place it beneath you. You’re wide open for him now, hips tilted up as he changes his angle and begins to slap himself into you. “So good for me, taking me so well. You’re tired aren’t you, baby? Waitin’ on me all day…” Your noises only get louder as he pokes the fleshy roof of your cunt. “We’re almost done,” he coos. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you hiccup. You’re holding onto his forearms, still trembling. “Please, faster. I need it but it feels, I feel so–”

“Okay, honey. Just trust me, alright?” Dylan’s lips purse and a glob of saliva falls from his lips to where your bodies meet. He uses a finger to spread it around, then holds your hips by the curvature of your lower back. He grinds you against him with each full-length thrust, his spit messily coating your point of contact. He doesn’t even pull out anymore, just pushing himself as deeply as possible inside of you. Your ankles link together behind his back, pressing him so deep you can feel a tingly pressure next to your cervix. It almost hurts, the feeling shooting between your pussy and your brain. He spits again, harder this time, directly onto your clit. The pace of his hips combined with a quick pinch of his fingers sends you over the edge without warning. Your final orgasm rips a small cry from deep in your chest, whole body vibrating as you clench around the hot girth inside of you. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes, your body feeling tight and loose at the same time, alive and dead. In purgatory, maybe. “Fuck.” He grunts and presses himself as deeply as he can, spurting hot stickiness as your orgasm milks him. “‘It’s like you were made for me, swear to God.” Your body relaxes as he claims you, filling you to satisfaction. He pumps into you a few times, coating your inner and outer cunt with his essence. His body covers yours completely, kissing you as he continues to lazily thrust. Your hands roam his back, arms, and hair as he continues to purposelessly move inside of you. It’s hard to take a deep breath; you’re still trying to address the trembling in your limbs and stretch in your core. 

“Missed you.” It’s all you can muster. Your brain and body are composed of nothing but mush and Dylan.

“Missed you.” He’s smiling, eyes shining happily as they look at your weary face.

“Can we cuddle?” He nods and almost laughs, pressing a final kiss to your cheek. The air feels cold against you when he sits up and pulls out.

“Stay right there, gonna get a towel.” He squeezes your hand as he stands from the bed. You watch him saunter towards the bathroom and your eyes snap all the way open when he grabs the towel you’d been using for your hair.

“Dylan–!”

ermmm anyway so. ty for reading <3 as always, i'll love u forever if u like, rb, and/or lmk what u think :) (this is a sideblog so i cant respond to replies but i see them and ily)

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NOW PLAYING ‘I CAN’T STOP THE LONELINESS’ BY NIGHT TEMPO. jade leech

Good old Jaido is being ironic, acting happy on the worst day of his life. Why would an artist create happy music to pair it with such sad lyrics?

tags: unrequited love, angst and tragedy, hurt no comfort, complicated relationship, regrets & sorrows, friendships, bro doomed by the narrative, happy birthday to me fuckers

word count: 2,087

The first dance goes to Floyd, his brother.

This is only natural because, of course, the bride dances with the groom on their wedding day.

At his seat at the family table, Jade rolls a glass of celebratory champagne in his gloved hand. Freshly poured, it still bubbles with some last desperation. Champagne is a sipping wine but – carbonation burns the bridge of his nose with white pain as he gulps it down. Each organ in Jade stirs like kicked sediment, bubbling over. 

Floyd’s side of the table is weighed down by their father, mother, himself, and grandmother; yours is weighed down by Grim, who is trying to steal extra food off his father’s plate. The reservation hall is drowned in people though, all coming together to support your unity. 

The only one who fails to uphold this support wholeheartedly is one-drink-down-ten-more-to-go Jade Leech, the pillar of brotherhood crumbled and eroded. 

It is my own fault. Jade thinks as his mother pours him another drink. All my fault.

You and Floyd dance to ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off You’. Sung by Frankie Valli, each lyric and note match up with each other perfectly. There is no juxtaposition between melody and meaning. With you cradled in his arms, Floyd looks down, softly mouthing each word to you. By doing so, he expresses that each word is genuine, engraved in his soul. 

To Floyd, he truly cannot take his eyes off of you, magnetized in. When there is a break in lyrics, he steals June coded kisses – warm like the beginning of summer. You two nuzzle cheek to cheek, amorous. 

As expected, Floyd cannot stay slow-dancing for longer than a minute. Melody starts to change. From sweet, it goes to this jumping excitement as the baritone horn and baritone saxophone intensify. You two start to pull away, independent in your motions. 

Besides the tight hold both your right hands have … refusing to let go … tying the knot.

The music goes: can’t take my eyes off of you, bum bum, whump whump, bam-d bam-d, bum bum, whump whump. You shimmy your shoulders back and forth, a smile eclipsing your face. Floyd throws you a wink, hips swaying side to side. Despite the ridiculousness … no, because of your joint ridiculousness, it amplifies that sentiment of nuptial bliss: you two were destined and designed for each other.  

Moved by music, you even hop in platform heels. Then, blindsided and unexpecting Jade watches, as the beat reaches its peak. You two shout, both of you jumping, but making certain your eyes connect when you shout the lyrics: “I love you, baby!!” The crowd goes wild with cheers, clapping along to the music. 

And if it’s quite alright, I need you baby to warm a lonely night! You and Floyd throw away coordination lessons as the song continues, already the perfect dance partner for each other. 

This entire wedding feels like one big, ironic joke being played on him. 

Jade looks up from his happy, bubbling champagne when Floyd dips you so low that your spine is parallel and supine to the ground, floating only four inches or so. Both of you laugh louder than the music and cheers. A polite smile is still glued to Jade’s face. 

He says words that only the watery ear of his champagne hears, “I should have never introduced them.” Unsaid because he is swallowing his alcohol-scented sorrow: It is all my fault.

The second dance goes to their father.

You seem to remember those coordinated dance lessons afterall. Especially graceful in his father’s imposing arms. Though, you keep your stance far away from his father’s shoes. Trembling at the mere notion of just touching the side of one. Burnished elkan leather that probably costs equivalent to your engagement ring. 

Your engagement ring – ah, what a cursed, loathed object it is in Jade's world. 

He was there when Floyd bought the ring. Do you know this? Jade thinks you probably do not. The proposal spot was all Floyd’s plan while the engagement ring was Jade’s. 

“Get her this one.” Jade had pointed towards an engagement ring with a criss-crossing design on the band and a diamond the size of a dime. “Diamonds are known for their durability.”

Diamonds would be able to sustain through a wild lifetime with Floyd. 

Washing dishes and spreading cream cheese on bagels in the blissful morning light, typing on computers and holding a phone up to your ear to talk in the middle of noon, brushing teeth and reaching under the sheets to stroke teasingly at his navel, moving further down and down, in the blanket of night light. Living a domestic life until you were dissolved into seafoam. All the remains of your love. A single diamond ring on a skeleton finger. Resilient.

Even though one should be the main player in their own life, it seems Jade is destined and designed for the background. 

When Floyd told Jade where he would propose, it kicked his ribs and stomach harder than any alcohol could. ‘I’m already down, why push me further’ is what Jade’s half-a-second wrinkling expression spoke. With the news broken, Jade smiled with hidden rage, “I’m sure she will love that.”

The place Floyd proposed? It was the place Jade introduced you to his twin. 

Isn’t it ironic? Jade knew you first but he will never know you the best. You will reveal your pink love and black secrets to Floyd yet never Jade. Jade: your first friend in Twisted Wonderland, now your brother-in-law. 

The third dance goes to their mother.

You are truly more beautiful than any diamond. You are something that gleams brighter than all the jewelry on the ocean floor or in sunken shipwrecks. When Jade and Floyd were little, they used to steal stuff from each other all the time. Noses would be broken because hey, that shell you found is prettier than mine! It only makes sense that they would find themselves attracted once again to the same, shining allurement. 

They learned to share as all children do. They broke off pieces of a sturgeon’s scales together and shared that. The diamond that is you though? Jade means a lot to you, he knows it; he knows it does not go beyond friendship. 

When you are dancing with his mother, you shine. Laughter pianos out of your mouth in a genuinely happy melody. Unlike him, you do not have to force this mirth. Acrylic nails grab your wrist and twirl you so fast you could puke. Giggles are a kinder substitute. Despite your early anxiety, all is alright now. 

Jade reflects upon that. The only moment you were frowning at that wedding.

He was speaking to Trey Clover when you appeared out of nowhere, platforms clicking. The visage of you stole his breath away; then, you stole him away from his conversation with Clover, apologizing. Jade let himself be dragged by your firm hand. As the tendrils of your hair and wedding veil bounced with your pace, Jade watched the dorsal side of his diamond gleam and raced down to a secluded hallway. 

You turn on Jade, blindly bright. Sevens, you look gorgeous. Even with that frown on your face – how can he help, he wants to soothe it away immediately – you are a sight he will never tire off. 

“Am I doing the right thing?”

For a second, Jade’s world stops. 

He thinks for a second, perhaps he could be the main character. For second, the diamond on your ring finger is not so loathsome to him. Instead of it representing infinity, it turns finite. It is a piece of jewelry you can take off. It takes only a second before you speak again:

“I mean, Floyd has been so great through all this. Super understanding, super wonderful. I mean he’s put up with all my little whims. And he was so excited about seeing the dress! I mean, the tradition of not seeing the bride before the ceremony is boring and super outdated –”

Ah, he is back in the secondary character position. You were only talking about the tradition you brought over from your world. It had a little bit of your culture that you wanted to keep with you – not seeing Floyd until you walked down the aisle. 

Jade is incredibly stupid to think you were talking about the wedding. You do not seem the type to call off a wedding. He smiles and asks, “That eager?”

“Well, I,” you fluster and look away. ‘No. I’m not, but it was the only thing Floyd and I really fought on. I’m starting to realize that it is a bit silly.”

“Keeping tradition is often how we show love for the generations before us.”

You weigh Jade’s words carefully on the scale of your consciousness. He wonders if he spoke his heart if you would take that into consideration or ignore it. After a pregnant silence, you say, “But I don’t really have a family history anymore.”

Jade blinks, surprised, as you continue, “Today, Floyd is going to become my family. Or, well, I’m going to become part of his. I have nothing of myself to offer in terms of tradition anymore.”

“You will just choose to assimilate to the circumstances?”

“Wouldn’t anyone do so for love?”

Those words fall like an anvil on Jade’s heart. “Yes. I fear they might.”

“Fear is such a drastic word!”

Jade laughs as you say, “Ah but I suppose it is true. I’m actually terrified right now.” Your hands fall down to play with the hem of your gown. You run your thumb over the outfit you will only wear once. Such a monumental, life-changing piece of fabric. 

The diamond catches a flicker of light, reflective. Jade asks, “Are you having regrets?” He waits with bated breath. 

“About Floyd? No. Never.” Your expression only solidifies the truth of your words. 

“Then my advice?” You look on with eager eyes. Jade smiles through the pain. “I say you should keep with the tradition. Weddings are a merge of the very notion. When you become a Leech, you still have your identity to care for.” That is not the real reason though. Because, this. This Jade gets to steal: the first sight of you in your wedding dress.

“Thanks, Jade. You’re the best friend – the best brother that a bride could ask for.”

Hand over his heart, concealing everything, “It is my pleasure.”

The final and fourth dance goes to Jade.

Carried by a crowd that rushes, you two dance a mad dance, hands welded together. In your gown, you move like Jade imagines all those sneaky princesses that defied and tricked the Seven must have – well, six princesses. Like an oscillating dream, you lean back, arms out. Laughing, you swing right back into Jade, chest to chest and arms out to the side instead.

When your hearts connect in the dance, Jade thinks he could be foolish enough to steal a kiss. Just one to be a solution to all his troublesome pining. A shade of Venus pink, shining and alluring him into a dumb mistake. 

I had you first but I will not have you last. Or in any ways that matter to your heart. 

The song that plays is a melody that demands dancing. It is a force that moves your hips to sway side to side. Puppets you jump around, platforms banging along with the lyrics. And what tragic lyrics they are. The smile on your face would make him think he was listening to a love song. 

Fluent in quite a few languages, Jade knows better. Though, Jade is unsure why the song is structured like this. Why would an artist create happy music to pair it with such sad lyrics? It is such a cruel juxtaposition. Jade smiles when you twirl yourself so your dorsal side lies against his front, snug in his arms as he dances with you. Those Venus-hued lips pull up in a diamond grin.

Why would an artist create happy music to pair it with such sad lyrics? There is only one answer. Irony. 

Jade laughs and helps you back to your feet when your platforms catch on the bottom of your wedding gown. You thank him so genuinely. Jade never wants this particular melody to end.

Then, it does.

“Can I steal my Shrimpy back,” Floyd jokes, when the song ends. You happily launch yourself into his arms, ready to dance until your feet are sore. Stolen successfully. 

[them97boys]

Moonflower - Chapter 1

Xu Minghao (Seventeen) x F!Reader

trope: flirting, slow burn, tension

warnings: suggestive themes, suggestive dancing, alcohol consumption, future smut

minors DNI.

wc: 4k.

Chapter 2

The bar pulsed with a vibrant energy, the air thick with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the thumping bass that vibrated through the floor. Minghao stood at the periphery of the dance floor, his gaze sharp and focused, absorbing the scene around him. But then, as if pulled by an unseen force, his attention landed on her.

The woman was dancing, and in that moment, the entire room faded away. Her body moved with an effortless grace, every sway and shimmy punctuated by the rhythm of the music. She was mesmerizing, her hair cascading down her shoulders, catching the light and framing her face perfectly. Her eyes, outlined by long, fluttering lashes, sparkled with a mixture of confidence and invitation. Minghao couldn’t help but notice her lips, slightly parted as she swayed, each movement igniting a flame of desire within him.

What struck him most was her sultry presence, the way she owned the space around her. There was a palpable energy in the air as if the very essence of the night was revolving around her. She danced as if she were the only one in the room, her body radiating a magnetic allure that drew eyes from every corner, but it was Minghao’s gaze that held a burning intensity.

He felt an inexplicable pull, something primal and intoxicating that urged him to approach her. As their eyes locked, he noticed a spark—an unspoken challenge flickering in her sultry gaze. It was a dare, an invitation wrapped in mystery. The way she looked at him was bold, as if she was saying

Come closer if you dare.

With a sense of determination igniting within him, Minghao stepped forward. The crowd seemed to part for him as he made his way through the throng, his focus solely on her. The beat of the music seemed to sync with his heart, thrumming faster as he drew nearer. Each stride felt charged with an electric anticipation, the space between them crackling with potential.

As Minghao approached, her lips curved into a knowing smile, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. She didn’t shy away; instead, she leaned into the challenge, her body moving with a teasing rhythm that seemed to beckon him closer. There was a fire in her gaze that set his pulse racing, a silent acknowledgment of the chemistry igniting between them.

When he finally reached her, the world around them faded further, the music blending into a backdrop for their unfolding moment. Minghao stood just inches away, the heat radiating off her body almost palpable. It was intoxicating, the way she drew him in, her sultry energy wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

The connection was undeniable, a magnetic force that pulled them together on the crowded dance floor. With every sway of her hips, she challenged him to match her rhythm, to lose himself in the moment. And in that electrifying instant, Minghao knew he was ready to embrace whatever this night had to offer, captivated by the fierce spirit that radiated from her very core.

Minghao felt the air thicken between them as he stood there, drawn into the orbit of her sultry presence. Her gaze held his, and the challenge in her eyes sparked something deep within him—an invitation that was both thrilling and dangerously intoxicating. With a confidence that only added to her allure, She leaned in closer, the heat between them palpable as the music enveloped them in its hypnotic rhythm.

And then, just as the world seemed to dissolve into the background, she placed her hands on his shoulders, a simple gesture that ignited the atmosphere like a match striking against dry wood. The touch was electric, sending a rush of warmth through him, and he instinctively placed his hands on her waist, feeling the soft curve of her body beneath his fingertips. The chemistry between them intensified, an unspoken agreement swirling in the air as they began to move together.

The music pulsed, a sultry beat that seemed to echo the racing of their hearts. They swayed, bodies close, lost in the rhythm that wrapped around them like a spell. Minghao found himself entranced by the way she moved, each undulation of her hips a sultry invitation, each step forward drawing him deeper into her world. He was captivated, not just by her beauty, but by the fierce energy she exuded—her confidence radiating like a beacon, challenging him to match her intensity.

As they danced, the proximity between them deepened. He could see the way her eyes sparkled, alive with excitement, and the way her lips curved into a teasing smile that made his heart race. There was something intoxicating about the way they moved together, their bodies flowing as one, each motion amplifying the connection between them.

The rhythm of the music seemed to dictate the tempo of their dance. They moved fluidly, their bodies gliding and swaying in perfect harmony. She leaned into him, her body pressing against his, the contact igniting sparks that danced along his skin. Minghao’s breath hitched at the sensation, every shift of her weight sending a thrill coursing through him.

With a playful glint in her eye, she began to tease him, moving just slightly out of reach, inviting him to follow her lead. It was a seductive game, and Minghao was more than willing to play. He responded by tightening his grip around her waist, pulling her back toward him, their bodies merging seamlessly as they fell into sync with the beat. The world around them faded into a blur; it was just the two of them, lost in a dance that felt both primal and electric.

She arched her back, tilting her head to the side, her long hair cascading over her shoulder as she looked up at him through her lashes. The way she moved was pure seduction, a sultry sway that made his breath catch in his throat. Minghao couldn’t help but admire the curve of her hips, the way they moved in time with the music, coaxing him to lose himself in the heat of the moment.

As they continued to dance, their bodies brushed against each other in a way that felt both intimate and exhilarating. Minghao leaned in closer, his lips almost grazing her ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with admiration, and he could see the spark of excitement in her eyes as she turned her face toward him, her expression both playful and daring.

“Just keeping up with you,” she shot back, her smile teasing and sultry, challenging him with every word. It was this playful banter that kept the tension simmering, a constant push and pull that heightened the allure of their dance.

With each sway, Minghao felt himself falling deeper into the moment, surrendering to the intoxicating connection they shared. He twirled her out and then pulled her back, their bodies colliding in a perfect rhythm that felt like an art form all its own. As she leaned back into him, her hair spilling over his shoulder, Minghao's hands traveled from her waist to the small of her back, holding her close, anchoring her to him as if they were the only two people in the world.

The heat between them grew more intense, a slow burn that ignited every nerve ending. The chemistry was undeniable, palpable in the air, charged with a longing that neither of them wanted to acknowledge, but that was impossible to ignore. Minghao could feel the way her body responded to his every movement, how she leaned into him, her breath quickening as they danced, and it drove him wild with desire.

With the beat of the music thumping in sync with their hearts, Minghao took a bold step forward, spinning her under his arm before pulling her back against him again. She giggled softly, the sound laced with delight, and he couldn’t help but smile at the way she embraced the moment. It was intoxicating to see her so alive, so free, and it only fueled the desire simmering within him.

They danced on, bodies entwined in a sultry rhythm that felt both electrifying and intoxicating. Each movement brought them closer together, their hearts racing in tandem, lost in the heat of the moment. The world around them faded further into the background as they continued their dance, each beat of the music intertwining with the unspoken connection that thrummed between them—a connection that promised so much more than just a night of dancing.

As the music pulsed through the bar, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the crowd, Minghao felt the atmosphere shift. The energy between them was electric, a force that seemed to pull them closer together with each beat. Their bodies swayed in time with the music, but now, there was an undeniable heat simmering just beneath the surface, teasing at the edges of their playful banter and sultry dance.

In a bold, spontaneous move, she turned around in his hold, her back pressing against his chest as she leaned into him. The sudden shift sent a thrill racing through Minghao, the sensation of her warm body against his igniting a fire that spread through him like wildfire. He could feel the soft curves of her back against his hands, her body fitting against him perfectly, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle meant to be together.

Minghao’s breath hitched as she moved, her hair brushing against his neck, the scent of her perfume mingling with the musky aroma of the bar. She looked over her shoulder, her sultry eyes locking onto

his with an intensity that made his heart race. The playful smirk on her lips was a challenge, daring him to deepen their connection, to turn their flirtation into something much more heated.

With a low growl of determination, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer as they danced. The movement was fluid, their bodies becoming one as they glided to the rhythm. Minghao’s heart raced, fueled by the thrill of her nearness, the way she leaned into him, encouraging him to take control. He pressed his chest against her back, feeling the warmth radiate from her, and he couldn’t help but lean in closer, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so good at this.”

She chuckled softly, the sound laced with confidence and seduction, sending a shiver down his spine. “Just wait until you see what else I can do,” she teased, her voice sultry and playful, igniting a fire deep within him. He could feel the playful challenge in her tone, urging him to push the boundaries further, to explore the chemistry crackling between them.

As they continued to dance, the world around them faded into a blur. Minghao let instinct take over, guiding their movements with a steady rhythm. He turned her slightly, allowing her to sway against him, their bodies undulating in a provocative dance. Every curve of her body against his was intoxicating, a potent mix of desire and excitement that left him wanting more.

Minghao’s hands roamed lower, settling on the curve of her hips, anchoring her against him as they moved in tandem. He felt the pulse of the music reverberate through them, driving them closer together, igniting a heat that coursed through his veins. The close contact only intensified their connection, and he was acutely aware of every breath, every shift of her body, as they danced in their own world, oblivious to the throngs of people surrounding them.

She leaned back against him, her head resting against his shoulder, and he could feel her pulse quicken, matching the rhythm of the music. “You dance well,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, filled with the thrill of the moment.

“Only when I have a good partner,” she replied, her voice sultry and playful as she twisted in his hold again, their faces now mere inches apart. The air was thick with tension, every second stretching into eternity as their eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Minghao’s breath hitched as he traced the outline of her jaw with his thumb, his touch lingering just long enough to send shivers through her. She leaned into him, her lips tantalizingly close, a silent invitation that ignited his desire. The connection felt charged, a magnetic force that drew them together, urging him to close the distance that separated them.

With a sudden surge of boldness, Minghao leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “How about we take this somewhere a little more private?” His voice was low and husky, laced with the promise of what was to come. He could feel her shiver at the words, her body responding to his with an eager anticipation that fueled his desire.

She turned to face him fully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s the rush? I thought we were just getting started,” she teased, but there was a challenge in her gaze that urged him to push the limits, to take control of the situation. The tension between them thickened, a heady mixture of desire and excitement that was impossible to resist.

With a playful smirk, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his in a tantalizing whisper that left him breathless. “Show me what you’ve got,” she urged, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a jolt of electricity through him. It was an invitation wrapped in challenge, a dare that he couldn’t refuse.

Minghao’s heart raced as leaned in. He captured her lips with his, a kiss that was both heated and tender, filled with the urgency of the moment. It was a collision of warmth and passion, the world around them fading away as they melted into each other. He poured all of his desire into that kiss, deepening it as he held her close, feeling her body press against his, igniting a fire that spread through him like wildfire.

As they kissed, the world around them seemed to blur into nothingness. It was just the two of them, lost in a sea of heat and passion that consumed everything else. The kiss deepened, their lips moving together in perfect harmony, each moment igniting a desire that only grew stronger.

Minghao’s hands explored the curve of her body, tracing the small of her back before dipping lower, holding her as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Every brush of his fingers against her skin sent a thrill racing through him, a reminder of how intoxicating this connection was.

He could feel her responding to him, her body arching against his as they danced in a haze of desire, the music swelling around them like a heartbeat.

As they finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Minghao looked into her eyes, his heart racing at the intensity of their connection. “You really know how to make a guy lose his mind,” he murmured, a playful grin spreading across his face.

She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you’ve only just begun to see what I can do,” she replied, her voice teasing and sultry, promising more heat to come.

With a smirk, she turned around again, their bodies pressing together as they danced to the rhythm, the atmosphere charged with an exhilarating tension that left them both breathless and wanting more. In that moment, as they swayed together, Minghao knew that this night was just the beginning of a thrilling adventure filled with passion and intensity.

With her still pressed against his chest, the rhythm of the music pulsing around them, Minghao could feel the heat radiating off her body, amplifying the electric connection they had ignited on the dance floor. The bar’s lights flickered and pulsed, casting a warm glow that danced across their entwined forms. As she swayed to the music, her movements were graceful and inviting, a beautiful combination of confidence and allure that pulled him deeper into the moment.

She then shifted slightly. With a fluid motion, she pushed her hair to the side, exposing the smooth, delicate curve of her neck. It was a subtle gesture, but it spoke volumes, an enticing invitation that stirred something primal within Minghao. His heart raced at the sight; her neck looked so soft and inviting, a tantalizing expanse of skin that begged for his touch.

Taking the hint, Minghao felt a surge of boldness rush through him. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he inhaled her intoxicating scent—sweet and floral, laced with an undercurrent of something more enticing, something uniquely hers. The thumping beat of the music faded into the background, and all he could focus on was the warmth of her body against his and the soft pulse of her heartbeat, which echoed the excitement thrumming through him.

With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he pressed his lips against her neck, his kiss feather-light at first, savoring the moment, feeling her body react to his touch. Her breath caught in her throat, and he felt her pulse quicken beneath his lips. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, warm and inviting, and he couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, letting his lips linger against her neck as he traced a line from her shoulder to the base of her jaw.

The heat between them intensified, a slow burn that ignited as he continued to explore the softness of her skin. Each kiss sent shivers down her spine, and he could feel her leaning into him, urging him on, responding to his every movement. Minghao’s hands slid from her waist to her shoulders, fingers lightly grazing her skin, creating a trail of warmth that followed his lips. The sensation of her hair cascading over his fingertips was electric, a reminder of the chemistry that crackled between them.

“God, you smell amazing,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire as he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. The playful glint in her gaze spoke volumes, a mix of mischief and invitation that only fueled his desire further. “What’s your secret?”

She chuckled softly, her voice sultry and playful, “Just a little something to keep the boys interested.” The way she said it, with that confident tilt of her head and the arch of her brow, sent a rush of heat coursing through him. There was no doubt in his mind that she was utterly captivating, a force of nature that was both enchanting and alluring.

With renewed determination, Minghao leaned in again, planting kisses along the delicate curve of her neck, moving toward her ear. He could feel her lean back against him, surrendering to the sensation, her body arching in response to his touch. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with desire as he nibbled softly at her ear, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips that sent a rush of excitement through him.

“Maybe we should find a quieter place,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, his voice laced with urgency. The world outside their intimate bubble faded further into the background, and all he could focus on was the way her body responded to him, the way she melted into him, as if they were destined to be together in this moment.

She turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing against his, and he felt her warm breath against his neck as she answered with a teasing smile, “And miss out on all the fun here? Where’s the adventure in that?”

Her boldness only intensified his desire, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, amused and intrigued by her fearless spirit. There was something thrilling about the way she challenged him, pushing him to explore this undeniable chemistry without hesitation. But Minghao was also eager to know just how far they could take this.

“Adventure can be found in more than one place,” he replied, his voice playful but sincere, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. “But if you’d rather stay here, I won’t complain.” He pulled her closer, the warmth of her body enveloping him, the beat of the music syncing with the racing of their hearts.

The flirtation between them was electric, and as they continued to sway, Minghao felt the tension building, a magnetic pull drawing them together. He nipped playfully at her neck, making her giggle, the sound sending a rush of warmth through him. With every kiss, every teasing nip, the world outside the bar faded, and all that mattered was this moment, this connection that was rapidly growing between them.

But just then, the lights in the bar shifted, casting a more intimate glow over the dance floor. The moment felt charged, the air thick with anticipation as they locked eyes again. It was as if time stood still, the entire universe revolving around them. Minghao felt an overwhelming urge to seize the moment, to push the boundaries of their connection further.

With a playful tug, he spun her around again, this time bringing her face-to-face with him. The surprise in her eyes only fueled his desire, and he stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching, the warmth radiating between them palpable. “How about we make this night unforgettable?” he suggested, his voice low and filled with promise.

Her eyes sparkled with intrigue, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “I like the sound of that,” she replied, her voice soft yet filled with challenge.

Minghao took a step closer, leaning in until their foreheads nearly touched, the heat between them intensifying. “Then let’s make every moment count.”

And with that, he captured her lips once more, the kiss igniting a wildfire of passion that consumed them both. The world around them melted away as they lost themselves in each other, the kiss deepening with every heartbeat, every breath, every flicker of desire that pulsed between them. It was a moment that felt both thrilling and terrifying, an adventure waiting to unfold under the flickering lights of the bar, the intoxicating rhythm of the night urging them onward into the unknown.

As they pulled away from the kiss, breathless and flushed, Minghao looked deep into her sultry eyes, a sense of exhilaration coursing through him. There was a magnetic pull between them, an unspoken understanding that they were both ready to take things to the next level. It felt as if the entire universe had conspired to bring them together at this very moment, and he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice husky, filled with the thrill of their connection. It was a simple question, but it felt monumental in the heat of the moment, a way to anchor them in this whirlwind of desire.

“Y/N” she replied, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. “And you?”

“Minghao,” he said, his name barely escaping his lips before she was leaning in closer again, the desire between them palpable.

“Nice to meet you, Minghao,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, the way she said his name sending a rush of warmth through him. He could see the playful glint in her eyes, a challenge lingering in the air as she shifted closer, her body nearly pressing against his.

“Let’s get out of here,” Minghao suggested, his heart racing as he took her hand, leading her toward the exit. The bar was alive with laughter and music, but all he could focus on was the way she moved beside him, her curves swaying enticingly, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air like a sweet promise.

[ladylooch]

Ours with Nico Hischier

A/N: I got a very descriptive and hot request for making a baby with Nico Hischier on a hike. Anon, I really think you wrote this yourself… I just added a little more flavor to it ;) The ask is 18+ so, I’m not posting it, but this is all yours, bby!

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+ Content, baby making, light daddy talk (mostly as a joke), swearing, a smidge angsty.

In normal circumstances, you consider yourself a reasonable and rational human being.

Nico Hischier’s existence seems to take those reasonable and rational thoughts and chuck them right out the damn window.

You’re hiking behind him in the Swiss Alps, considering whining again about turning back around. Your Apple Watch jangled against your wrist twenty minutes ago, indicating you’re primed and ready for the baby you two have been talking about making all summer.

“Nico.” You call ahead, watching as the muscles of his ass tighten with his next step up the trail. You bite your lip, thinking about those same cheeks tightening as he pounds into you. “Baby.” You call again, wanting him to hear the desperation in your voice.

“We are almost there.” He promises. “Just a little longer and you’ll get what you want.”

You two are completely alone on this trail. It’s the middle of the week, in the late morning in Switzerland. Not exactly prime hiking time in this national park. But the chance of getting caught makes an excited heat flush your chest. You keep going until the path opens into a large clearing. In the center of the clearing is a big, flat rock. You purse your lips when Nico looks back, grinning. 

“Look at our bed!” He jokes.

“So this will be the secret to our baby making success?” You ask as you shimmy off your hiking pack. You grab your water bottle, taking a sip of it as Nico takes his pack off as well. 

“I think you’re just having trouble relaxing in my parent’s house, so a change of scenery felt like a good idea.” We’ve been casually trying for the last few weeks, but it’s admittedly been hard in Nico’s childhood bedroom.

“Yeah. I swear your mom is on the other side of the door encouraging us on every time.”

“She wants grand babies.” He shrugs. You roll your eyes at him not realizing that it’s weird.

“I want to give her that too.” You agree with a laugh, “but like… we don’t need a cheering section.” 

“Yeah, she’s kinda obvious about it, huh?” You nod. “Well, she’s not here now.” He murmurs, walking towards you. He reaches for the zipper on your rain jacket, slowly working it down your chest until he can see what’s underneath. Hard nipples pierce through your shirt and sports bra. You feel your breathing intensify as he stares at the two points. His large hands come up, thumbs zeroing in on them until you cry out in need at the brief swipes. You arch your chest into the air, asking him for more. He obliges, working steady circles into the needy probes. Your hand reaches out for his shorts, moaning into his mouth when you feel how hard he is.

“Been like that since I heard your watch chime.” 

If you were anywhere else, you would take your time undressing each other. You’d probably slide onto your knees and take him deep into your mouth while he fucks himself down your throat. He’d slide between your spread knees, lapping and suckling until both your lips are wet and swollen.

But the clock is ticking on both your fertility window and alone time.

“Go lay down.” He demands as he nips at your lips. You pull away, turning your back to him to lead the way to the rock. Nico comes behind you, slapping your ass and grinding his erection between your ass cheeks. You whimper at him as he reaches around to pinch your nipple. “Later, when we are back home, I’m going to fuck you from behind.” 

“Why can’t we do that now?”

“That rock would rip up your pretty knees.” He points to the jagged edgy on top. He’s right. It’s mostly smooth, but not quite enough for bare knees.

You lay on your back, taking Nico’s sweatshirt as a pillow. His fingers quickly work your shorts off the ground. He places them right next to you for easy grabbing if needed. You feel a moment of hesitation, glancing to the right where the trail is.

“No one is here, baby. Just me and you.” He assures you quietly. His eyes search yours, looking for if you want to bail. You bite your lip, letting his sureness ease the worry from your brain. You look down at where he is still bulging aggressively from his shorts. 

“Wanna see you.” He raises his thick eyebrow in amusement.

“Yeah? Wanna see what’s going to put our baby in you?” You nod, holding your breath, eyes zeroed in on the waistband he plays with. His shirt peeks up, showcasing the rigid lines of his abdomen. Your mouth goes dry, heavy breath shaking your chest as he slowly inches it down. You squeak in delight when he pops out completely. The sun shines down on the glistening tip. He’s red and rigid, with pulsing veins protruding from his velvet skin. You widen your knees on sight.

His fingers comes to your pussy, striking the swollen lips. He tests your entrance with his middle finger, grinning when you’re wet enough for you two to start. He steps forward, gripping his shaft, stroking it a few times. More pre-cum dribbles from his slit. He uses it to teases your folds with his fat head, stroking and building the intoxicating pleasure of what comes next.

“You’re going to look perfect, carrying my child.” He says as he buries himself balls deep in your welcoming heat. “Holy fuck, so damn good.” He murmurs, fingers on your hips spanning out until his thumbs stroke at your lower belly. He looks down with molten brown eyes, like he’s already seeing you fuller.

He begins to thrust and your skin tingles with goosebumps from the cool rock on your exposed butt.

“More, daddy.” You’re saying it as a slight joke, feeling anxious about the cool, mountain air dampening your entrance with his thrusts. Nico’s tortured groan has you squeezing him tighter in his next thrust into you.

“Say it again.” He begs you, pulling back to look at your face again.

“My baby’s daddy.” The words drawl from you lips. “Ours. Our baby.” You whisper to him, wrapping your hand tighter around his abdomen. “Please.” You don’t know if you’re begging him or the Gods or the cruel fate of mother nature, but you want to be a mom so damn bad to this man’s kid, that you’ll beg all of them if it gets you pregnant.

Your skin is on fire, engulfed in the electrifying pleasure of your impending orgasm. Nico senses your closeness, pushing deeper and faster into you until the sounds in your chest evaporate into silence. Your pussy clenches around him, begging him to follow you into the abyss.

“Fuck.” Nico curses, breathing hitching and ragged as he watches your face to know when you’ve completely surrendered. You do at the sight of his brown eyes obsessing over your face. 

“Oh…” You finally moan out to him, clenching tighter around him as he begins to sputter and jerk ropes of cum into you. Your fingers grip his ass tighter to you. His hand wraps around the base of his shaft, forcing every last drop of his seed into you. His hand bumps your sensitive bud, causing you to jerk up, clutching at his shoulders. Nico protects the back of your head from the rock, lowering you both down onto the flat surface.

You’re both silent as the ringing in your ears remains from the pure pleasure you just experienced. Eventually, the tinnitus dies down. The noise is replaced by the chirping of birds and otherwise stillness of the woods.

“I want this so bad, Nic.” You confess, not that he doesn’t know.

“I know, baby. I’m going to give this to you… to us.” His lips press against your ear as he speaks.

Your eyes close in exhaustion, hoping this month you’ll see the + you’ve both been dreaming of.