#Dipping my toes in the water. Getting out there a little pushing myself.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Okay. Honestly not as drastic as a change as I anticipated, but my pinned post and carrd are both now all touched up, I think I added a handful to my carrd, my pinned post edits was mostly just clarifying some things! I might come back later and add dividers and maybe some more colored text to my pinned post like I mentioned previously, but the main important information has all been plastered around there. Might go back and add a few things to the little section in my pinned where I rattle on about things I like, just because I like people being able to get a flavor of who I am.

Okay, here we are. Little Kane turning point that the big wide world is getting to witness. Square one but it is square one of a separate chapter. All my stuff is here now!!! All of it.! No more. Separate blogs(aside from. Things that actually qualify as separate blogs like my main and the daily selfship questions one). I think I will try and chalk up some selfship tags for the F/Os that don't have ones yet and I know that I will be talking about(the rest can be done as I mention them) just so I can satiate the part of me that still demands some sort of organization. Truthfully, this might actually have me talking a little extra about some of the sillies from other casted away blogs that I haven't mentioned in awhile because it isn't me posting on some barren land of a blog now. I will probably also go into my carrd and things and list out all the F/O tags that I will at least for now have and update them as I go. I might just stick with my name and heart emoji theme, I'll worry about revamping those some other day if I ever decide to.

Going to. Try and push myself to an extra extremity of not hiding away on my own blog, truthfully I almost ponder if anyone at all will actually notice a difference in my posting or what I'm saying, which I will find super funny if I'm like "ahh!! I have been posting so much and revealing so much more and being more unfiltered.." and everyone here is just like "What. Are you talking about this is just your usual." And by being more unfiltered and revealing more I am entirely referring to having about five more tags at the end of each post where I mumble some incoherent things and saying an added extra two or so sentences on my posts where I let myself be publicly romancey sappy and mumble some cheesy sorts of comments of praise or compliments about my F/Os publicly.

[crowsofdarkness]

Beach day with some of the Avengers turns into a little private time with Bucky.

18+ CW's below the cut(public sex, p in v, Bucky not being able to wait for you any longer)

The sun beat down on my bare back, covered by the thin material of my swimsuit; a cute olive green one. I adjusted my position from my stomach to lay on my back, needing to tan my front side. Things have been slow with the Avengers so some of us decided to spend it at the lake. All of us had been working extremely hard the last week so a day outside relaxing in the sun, I was eager to get there.

“Did you reapply sunscreen?” 

Raising my sunglasses, I raised myself on my elbows as I lay on the blanket in the sand to look over at Steve who was holding up a bottle of sunscreen. 

“Depends, are you asking to reapply for me?” I teased with a sly smile. 

He snorted before tossing me the bottle, me catching it mid air. My casual flirty banter was what I was known for. It was all in good fun and made things comfortable for me to be in a group of guys, most of them either Gods or super soldiers; as weird as that sounded. Everyone here made me feel welcomed when I first started six months ago which I was grateful for. They were all great friends of mine and the flirting was all harmless. 

Well, all were harmless but for one. 

As I rubbed the sunscreen into my red skin thanks to the tanning, I peered through my sunglasses over towards Bucky who was resting in the water on a raft, water droplets falling off his vibranium arm. I nibbled on my bottom lip when I noticed Bucky was already watching me rub the sunscreen into the skin above my breasts. 

Things between us were different from the rest. 

It was always stolen glances, lingering touches, and the occasional finding ourselves stuck in an enclosed space together. But that’s all it ever was, much to my dismay. It was pretty evident I had feelings for Bucky but was too shy with him to take it a step further mostly because it wasn’t clear what he wanted. 

Sure he would let his eyes burn as he drank me in or would playfully smirk at me when I was walking around the Avengers tower. But he’d never come out right and say anything. 

Noticing he was still watching me, I decided to test the waters with my plan and spread the sunscreen lower in the valley of my breasts. I slowly worked it into the skin while peeling away the fabric of my swimsuit slightly to press the sunscreen into the skin there. I wasn’t showing my full breasts but due to the angle where Bucky was floating in the water, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind he got a little peek. 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and slowly began rising out of the water to walk up the sand towards me. Swallowing thickly, I glanced at him as he blocked the sun's rays with his large form. 

“Do you need me to get your back?” His voice was strained, almost as if he was trying to hold himself back. 

Phase one of my plan? Check. 

I took a deep breath to gather my courage, pushing away my nerves, and shook the bottle at him. “Do you mind?” 

Our fingers brushed when he took the bottle from me and I felt a spark surge through me when he motioned for me to lay back on my stomach. He sat on the back of my knees, both of his locking me in place on either side of me. The water dripped from his soaked shorts onto my skin, making me shiver. The water had been freezing when we first arrived a few hours ago and I refused to dip my toes in it. 

“Sorry,” Bucky chuckled when he noticed me shivering underneath him. 

But it wasn’t only for the water but because of how he felt on top of me when he worked in the sunscreen on my back, working out the tense muscles as he went. I had to bite back a moan not only because of his fingers dragging down my back but because it truly felt euphoric as he massaged my back. Especially with his vibranium fingers.

“Is this okay?” He wondered, moving his hands lower. 

My swimsuit was a one piece but a lower exposed back and the bottom pulled up between my ass cheeks, almost like a thong. 

“Just as long as you cover all of me. I don’t need a handprint being tanned into my ass because you missed it,” I teased while looking over my shoulder at him. 

Bucky’s eyes met mine and darted his tongue out to wet his lips when I mentioned my ass. His fingers ghosted over it, a teasing gleam in his eyes now. I froze under his touch, not because he was about to touch my ass, but the fact he could possibly see the wet spot between my legs. Teasing him and then having his hand all over me had worked me up and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted. 

The rest of the group had parted from the beach and were all swimming in the water, meaning they couldn't hear us. Or see what we were doing unless they were close by. To them, it seemed like Bucky was innocently applying sunscreen to my back for me. But to us, he was dragging a finger down my spine and over the swell of my ass. 

He leaned his tall body over my back so he could breath against the crook of my neck. “Green is your color, doll.” 

My heart lurched into my throat when his pet name for me lingered into my skin. The first time he uttered it to me was earlier in the week when we arrived at the first venue for the tour and we both found ourselves alone in the kitchen of the Avengers tower and I was on top of the counter, trying to reach something in a high cabinet, to which Bucky was there to grab it from me when I was struggling slightly. 

“Careful, doll. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

I blinked at him. “Doll?” 

Bucky’s face twitched when he realized what he had said. “Sorry, it just slipped out. If you don’t like it or are uncomfortable, I understand.” 

“No!” I was quick to wave him off. “I-I like it.”

A wide smirk spread to his face, causing the skin next to his eyes to crinkle. “Good, because it stays. doll.”

A soft breeze brushed over my skin even with Bucky’s body heat wrapping around me as he still hovered. 

“I remember you mentioning you love the color green,” I admitted while removing my sunglasses so I could look up into those dark eyes. 

He hummed while brushing away a strand of hair from my face, applying sunscreen to me long forgotten as he laid his body next to mine. I let my eyes trace the muscles across his skin and tried so hard not to trace it with my tongue. 

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked while letting his inner battles win and traced his vibranium finger over my shoulder, tracing the patterns the freckles made. 

Even though the nerves ate away at me for what he was about to divulge, I did my best to nod. 

“The second I saw you step into the common area wearing this swimsuit I knew I wanted to fuck you in it,” Bucky leaned forward to whisper in my ear. 

A moan fell from my lips as I kept my gaze from meeting his, not wanting him to know how bad I wanted that. 

His knuckle lifted my chin, giving me no choice but to look at him. “Can I?” 

Something about him being so sweet with his question made my insides warm, even though I was freaking out. 

“Won’t this make things weird for us?” I asked. 

“I don’t see how,” Bucky’s hand was now resting low on my hip. “Something tells me you want it just as much as me.” 

Now I could help the teasing smirk as I rested up on an elbow so I could bring my lips closer to his. 

“I think you’re wrong.”

“The wet spot between your legs tells me I’m right, doll,” he faintly brushed his lips over mine before tapping my hip. “Face the water.” 

My eyes widened. “Wait, we’re doing it here?” 

“I can’t wait until we get back to the bus, Y/N. I’ve been forcing myself to not want you but I can’t do that anymore. I need to feel you,” Bucky admitted before helping me turn to face the water while he laid behind me. 

My entire body was set ablaze knowing that he felt the same way I had. Months of flirting and dancing around each other led to this moment; us fucking on the beach while the rest of our friends could possibly see if they looked close enough. I made this known to Bucky, who reached for another blanket we’d brought and laid it over our bodies to cover our lower halves. The sun was setting, bringing a slight chill along with it so it wasn’t odd. To everyone else, it seemed like we were taking a nap together.  

Bucky’s fingers palmed my ass causing him to groan in the back of my head. 

“I’m sorry if I ruin your swimsuit,” he apologized while pulling it to the side so he could have full access to my pussy. 

“You’ll just have to buy me a new one,” I said. 

A soft kiss to my head. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, doll. If you let me.” 

He pulled out his cock from his shorts and brushed the head along my folds, causing my eyes to roll back as my forehead fell to the blanket. 

“Are you on anything?” Bucky asked. 

I nodded while pressing my ass against him. “Please no teasing. I’ve been wanting this for a long time, Bucky.” 

He said nothing, simply pressing himself fully inside of me causing us both to moan. At first his pace was slow, wanting to feel all of me as I clamped around his cock. I did my best not to move much, not wanting to give way to the others what we were doing underneath the blanket. Since Bucky’s one arm was supporting my head now and the other gripping my hip, I held the bottom of my swim suit to the side so he could fuck into me. His cock was thick, filling me up completely and I desperately wanted to see how it looked. 

Another time. 

“Bucky,” I moaned. “It’s so good.” 

His breathing was warm against my ear. “You feel just like I imagined, doll. I’m not going to last long.” 

I pressed a kiss to the gold streaks of his vibranium arm. “Neither am I.” 

Both of us moved slowly together, enjoying the sensual moment together as the sun set bathed us both in a glow of orange and purples. Bucky left kisses along my neck as he pulled his cock nearly out right before filling me up again; over and over until I was able to finally let euphoria win as I gave into him. I bit the inside of my to muffle my yell when my orgasm hit, body writing against him. 

“You did so good, doll. Such a good girl for me,” Bucky’s snaps of his hips were becoming more fast paced as he chased his own release. 

Movement caught my attention and I noticed that the rest of the group were starting to leave the water, walking up to us, and Bucky grumbled under his breath. 

“When we get back to the compound, I’m not letting you leave my room. I want you all for myself.” 

I rested the back of my head against his chest. “You have me, Bucky. Now cum for me. Fill me up.” 

He made a low noise in the back of his throat as his cock swelled inside of me moments before he spilled all of him inside of me, coating my walls. Just in time because Steve stopped in front of our blanket and looked down at us. 

“Are you guys done doing whatever it is you’re doing or can we eat now?” 

Bucky flipped him off and pulled me closer to his chest by wrapping his arm around me. “Fuck off, Steve.”

He made no move to remove his cock from inside of me as we allowed ourselves to fall into a small nap while the others started prepping everything for our fire barbeque. 

[milf-murdock]

Just Like This

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (Established Relationship)

Warnings: implied smut, insecurities, and all of the fluff.

A/N: I’m trying to dip my toes back in the writing game after being sick for so long, so here’s this fluffy lil drabble 🥰 anon, thank you so much for for the kind words and this sweet request!! I loved this idea so much! I hope you like it ☺️

The faint sound of running water meets Simon as he walks through the doors of your shared home. He nudges his boots off by the door, and hangs up his keys, carrying the many shopping bags in one hand—two trips is for quitters.

The sight that greets him as he walks into the kitchen stops Simon in his tracks. You’re in nothing more than one of his oversized t-shirts, bare legs on display just for him. Your hair is gathered in a loose, messy pile atop your head, strands breaking free from their tentative hold and falling into your face as your lean over the sink to aggressively tackle a stubborn burnt spot on the pan in your hands. As you ferociously scrub at the dish, the hem of your t-shirt raises just enough for Simon to see the plain cotton panties gracing your bum. The sight alone has Simon hardening in his pants, and he realizes he’s staring.

Simon clears his throat, not wanting to startle you as he sets the shopping bags on the island in the center of the kitchen before discreetly adjusting himself.

“Picked up the shopping, love,” he says as he takes out the cold items and loads them in the refrigerator.

You glance over your shoulder. “Oh Simon! I didn’t hear you come in…” you comment as you turn your attention back to the fucking pan that just wouldn’t come clean.

“Shouldn’t have let this sit for so fucking long,” you mutter to yourself, voice laced with frustration, as you switch from the sponge to the scouring pad.

Simon comes up behind you, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you back against him.

“Leave it be,” he mutters, bringing his lips down to your neck. “Let it soak, yeah?” He presses gentle kisses down your neck as his hands rub across your stomach. “God you’re so damn beautiful."

Those words do you in. With a shrug of your shoulders you try to to free yourself, slamming the pot and scrubber down into the soapy water. Suds ricochet and splatter down your shirt and your find yourself staring down at the wet splotches, tears prickling your eyes.

Simon’s quick to release you, stepping back and assessing you as if you’re a bomb that could go off any second.

“You alright there, babe?” He asks tentatively.

You swipe at your eyes to clear the tears before they fall. “Yeah. M’fine.” The words are hallow, performative. You are undeniably not fine.

Simon feels like he’s frozen in place. He never was good at this kind of emotional stuff—growing up in the environment where one pushes their feelings deep down and does something more useful like lift weights or go for a run. But he was trying to be better. For you.

Simon takes a tentative step forward. “Love, it’s just a pan. We can toss it. I’ll go get another—“

You take a step back, just out of his reach. “It’s not about the fucking pan, Simon.” With a sigh, you run your hand over your face.

At that, Simon’s brow furrows in confusion. “Was it something I said?”

“No, of course not,” you sigh, embarrassment and resignation settle in. “It’s nothing, I’m sorry.”

Simon steps closer, and this time you let him rest his large hands on your hips.

“S’not nothing, babe. Talk to me.” His thumbs rub small soothing circles on your hips through the thin fabric of the t-shirt.

Your head falls forward as you rest your head on his broad chest.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “It’s just been an off day. I feel like a disaster. My hair is a mess, I woke up to a new spot on my face, I’m wearing this ratty old tshirt.” The words pour out of you now, a build up of all the little things throughout the day. “And I told myself I would shower and get all put together before you came home, just as soon as I finished the dishes. But then that fucking pan—” your voice breaks off, frustration rising to its peak.

“And then you have the nerve to call me beautiful,” you finish with a roll of your eyes.

Simon pulls back, eyebrows raised. “That’s what did you in?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “I mean yeah, Si, look at me.” You step back and gesture to yourself.

Simon can’t bite back his chuckle. “Oh trust me, love, I am looking at you.”

His eyes trace your figure up and down. A small smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth as he steps closer, pinning you under his gaze.

“Been looking at you since I stepped into the fucking kitchen. Can’t fucking look away. Seeing you in my shirt? All natural? A little messy? Babe, had me nearly creaming in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

Heat tinges your cheeks at the confession as Simon closes the distance between you two. A calloused thumb swipes against your soft, warm cheek.

“You are the most beautiful to me, just like this. Okay?” Those deep brown eyes are filled to the brim with a sincerity that even you can’t deny. Simon presses a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back, a wicked glean in his eye.

“Better yet, lemme just show you,” he says with a smirk before picking you up off the ground and tossing you over his shoulder, your squeals of laughter echoing down the hall as he carries you to the bedroom.

[writing-whenever-whatever]

Good girl - if you wanna go out some time

Billy Hargrove x Harrington reader

part 1

Summary: you finally get a day at the pool laying in the sun getting a tan, unaware of the embarrassment that is to come. 

Warning: MDNI, 18+, nearly drowning, fear of water, billy being a tease, but if an ass hole, female masturbation, moaning Billy’s name, billy watching without permission, embarrassment, Mummy issues, daddy issues, abandonment issues, anxiety, Steve being bitchy, attachment issues, Not proof read

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It’s a hot summer day down at the pool as I lay out stretched sun bathing in my red bikini and the heart shaped sunglasses with matching red frames, I lay watching the clouds dance in the sky as a shadow forms over me the life guard billy, the new mr tough guy of Hawkins who seems to have a problem with my brother, Steve for no reason. 

I blink up at him as he blocks the sun from me “ everything ok” I look up lifting my sunglasses from my eyes resting them ontop of my head “ I’m surprised your big brother isn’t here guarding you y/n” he teases a smirk on his face “ Steve’s working today so i finally get some alone time “ I prop myself up on my elbows looking  at him “ shouldn’t you be doing your job by watching the kids in the pool?” I scoff as he sits on the sun bed next to me “ nah I got to distracted by this cute new bikini you’re wearing, it fits your figure perfectly “ he bites his bottom lip as his eyes glance over my tits that are overflowing the top of my bikini I swing my legs round to face him properly “ my eyes are up here dick head” I glare slightly “ I know your brain is probably located in your pinky toe but I’m sure your smart enough to know I’m more than just my tits” I snap as he rests his hand on my thigh “ oh come on princess don’t be such a prude “ I swat his hand away rising to my feet “thanks a lot Hargrove, you’ve ruined my day” I pick up my bag holding my head up high as I begin walking off just for a boy to run into me pushing me into the deep end of the pool. 

Fear rushes over me as I sink to the bottom of the pool trying to make my way up to the surface struggling frantically, little to anyone’s knowledge I can’t swim, the most I’ve ever swam is a light paddle or dipping my toes in but as soon as I’m fully submerged in water the panic sets in I’m gasping for air as water fills my lungs.  Everything happens in slow motion as my vision blurs a loud splash fills the water around me strong arms grabbing me and dragging me towards the edge pulling me up out onto the side. 

I lay there choking and gasping as tears run down my cheeks as billy jumps onto the side “ what the fuck are you doing at a pool if you can’t swim you idiot “ his voice holds back a laugh as he sees how panicked I am he wraps a towel around me his hand resting on my cheek as he looks me in the eyes “ hey look at me you’re ok” his voice is softer than before but still seems mocking to me  as I cough up water “ thank you” I mumble quickly trying to compose myself before standing up on shaky legs, extremely embarrassed my whole body soaked and trembling, mascara dripping down my face “ I’m gonna go” I look at billy as he stood me again “ you sure you can drive like this your in a bit of a state I could give you a lift” he offers watching as I shake my head “ I’m fine thank you” I mutter before quickly running out and getting into my car.

As I shut the door behind me I sit resting my head against the wheel as water drenches everything “ you fucking idiot” I mutter to myself as I see my face in the rear view mirror “ god you’re such a mess” I whisper quietly wiping the dripping mascara off onto the towel the squeezing the water out my hair trying to make myself feel at least 20% better before driving home. 

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When I pull up onto the drive i sit in the car for a while longer sat staring at my reflection as the radio plays quietly I feel like I’m in my own world wrapped up in my own embarrassment, I don’t notice Steve sneaking round my car till he bangs 

on the window making me jump I let out a scream hitting the horn slightly as Steve laughs staring at me “ god sis you should have seen your face man it was like ahh then waaa” he mimicked me laughing more I stare up at him “ not funny Steve” I open the door letting it hit him as I step out 

he looks at me raising an eyebrow “ why are you all wet” he asks tilting his head his laughter slowly dying as I sigh “ I was pushed into the deep end by some bratty kid” he looked down at me “ you shouldn’t have gone there y/n, you know you can’t swim” he lectured me slightly as he looks at me “ I know, I know Stevie I’m sorry” I look down slightly “ I was saved by the life guard and they made a whole song and dance about it I’m so fucking embarrassed” I look down as he sighs at me tutting under his breath “ why do you even  go to the public pool, we have our own in the back yard. There’s no risk of being pushed into there” he looks at me  sighing as I shake my head  “our pool is shit, I wanted a tan and our pool is always in the shade “ I grumble as he unlocks the door to the house “ and there are no cute boys at our pool” he puts on a stupid high pitch girly voice trying to mock me but I roll my eyes “ shut up” I push him back stepping into the house going straight up to my room “ I’m not wrong “ he yells up at me as I slam my door shut. 

As the door closes I quickly get myself changed putting an over sized tee on laying back on my bed making myself comfortable I can’t help but think how gentle billy acted when he saw the fear in my eyes how he held my cheek how he spoke to me I can’t help but blush “ he can be sweet” I mutter to myself taking a deep breath as I pull my covers over my self curling up slightly imagining Billy’s hands all over me 

Soon I’m running my hand up my thigh I close my eyes slowly my fingers inside moving them in and out quietly moaning 

“ fuck” I gasp quietly biting my lip as My fingers pump into my dripping cunt , a frantic pace building as I arch my back of the mattress slightly pushing my fingers deeper. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my eyes rolling back as I gasped for air. “aaaa~ fuck~” my free hand moving down rubbing my clit in quick circles .Then, it hit me. A wave of pure bliss washed over me, leaving me gasping and trembling, my body weak and spent as I lay flat in the mattress my eyes flutter heavily as I open them I gasp sitting up suddenly as I see my door open a crack the smug face of billy Hargrove peaking through as I pull the blankets up to cover myself . 

“ shit” I look at him my eyes wide in panic as he pushes the door open.  “ your front door was open I let myself in” he looks down at me “ I got you that worked up sweetheart “ he is face even more smug than before “ you should have knocked” I snap slightly my cheeks glowing with embarrassment “ I was gonna but then I heard your beautiful voice calling out my name” he scoffs as I punch his arm “ what do you even want” I look down avoiding his strong blue eyes that stare over me watching as my legs still tremble under the bed covers his tongue darting across his bottom lip slightly before he starts to talk “ you left your sun glasses at the pool” he holds them out the my his calloused fingers brushing against mine as I snatch them from him

frowning even more as I sigh deeply “ how much did you see” I finally meet his eyes my face still flushed as he rests his hand on my covered leg “ all of it” his voice is dark and it makes shivers travel up my spine “ I’m so sorry “ i bring my knees up resting my head on them “ I’m so fucking sorry” I feel his hand move my damp hair out of my face “ todays been an embarrassing one for you hasn’t it” he smirks his voice a gentle coo “ you don’t need to apologise though” he adds his hand stroking my hair combing his fingers through the tangled damp knots “ that was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while” I blush violently “ I know you’re making fun of me” I grumble into my knees not needing to look up to see his smug expression “ if you wanna think of it like that then do so, but if you wanna go out some time you know where I am” he stands back up getting off my bed making it creak slightly as I peak up at him my eyes meeting his again “I’ll see you around I guess” I mutter quietly making him hum in response, he winks at me before leaving my room closing the door behind him his echoing foot steps getting further and further away from my door as he makes his way down the stares.

I quickly get up balancing my self on wobbly legs as the oversized tee falls covering my bare legs I open the door quickly “ billy wait” I call out holding the door frame for support as he turns to look at me “ what’s up princess “ he tilts his head as he eyes me up “ I was rude I’m sorry, come back up I think we need to talk” I say my voice shaking slightly as he steps back up the stairs till he’s stood in front of me “ fine” he flashes a grin at me as I let him step back into my room closing my door after him. 

I walk in picking up a pack of cigarettes “ want one” I look at him as I light up one holding it between my lips “ little miss goodie too shoes Harrington smokes what would Stevie say” his hand hits his chest as exaggerates his shock “ there’s lots of things you and Steve don’t know about me “ I take a long drag giving him a sarcastic smile. He leans forward taking the cigarette out of my mouth and takes a puff for him self a smug look on his face “ trust me darling smoking isn’t good for you” I roll my eyes “ oh shut up billy “ I lay back slightly falling quiet for a second 

“ you won’t tell anyone will you” I look at him my voice turning nervous “  don’t worry, I won’t say a thing” his face still twisted in a smug smirk as he lays next to me “thank you” I mutter quietly letting a sigh of relief leave me “ now are you gonna tell me what’s going on” he asks head tilting to look at me his curls fall in front of his face making me smile slightly “ fine, but you can’t make fun of me. I’ve had a bit of a crush for a while but I try to hide it because you seem to just act like a dick all the time” I look at him my cheeks flushed as he lets a gruff laugh leave him “ oh come on sweetheart I’m a dick to everyone ” his hand rubs up my arm “ you’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve met” I scoff as I steal the cigarette from him “ sure I am I catch you staring at carol and even Mrs wheeler I see you mr tough guy staring at their asses as they walk away” i look at him as I take another puff “ oh please so I look at other girls it’s cause you play hard to get” i giggle smoke flying from my lips causing me to start coughing slightly sitting up more to get air into my lungs. 

Billy helps me sit up rubbing my neck his face slightly concerned “ listen princess if you like me and I like you there’s only one way this can turn out” he looks at me my eyes watering from the choking fit “ are you serious” i ask a smile dancing across my face “ of course why don’t we give dating a go” i look down blushing “ ok “ I smile leaning up to him kissing his cheek gently I watch as his eyes wander down to my tits “ just because we’re dating doesn’t mean my eyes are down there” I giggle moving his eyes back to my face. 

“ you could stay for dinner if you want we’ll probably order something in” his eyes meet mine “ alright but won’t your parents mind” I shake my head a scoff escaping me “ no need to laugh I only asked” he snarks slightly looking at me his eyebrows furrowed “ I’m sorry but I’m surprised you haven’t noticed that they’re never here” his face softens slightly “ oh are they dead or something “ I let a snort of laughter escape me as I fall back in a fit of laughter “ how I wish they were, they basically are to me and Stevie” i laughed holding my sides as they start to ache “ they work away all the time we’re lucky if they come home once a year” 

I smile at him “ it’s just me and Steve, billy if you’re gonna think of anyone as my father figure stevies your man” I look at him as he nods a look of realisation on his face “ shit” he mutters quietly looking at me a sigh escaping him “Stevie boy doesn’t like me much” I giggle slightly as I sit up “ I know” I smile looking at him “ doesn’t mean you can’t learn to get a long” 

the door to my room opens suddenly as Steve stands in the door way eyes wide “ what’s going on” he asks stepping into the room his stare fixed in billy as he walks to my side pulling me closer to him protectively “ Stevie “ I look at him “ don’t tell me this is what I think this is” he looks down at me his hair falling into his face “ you aren’t fucking my sister dude” he glares as I blush violently “ not yet but we are dating” billy smiles smugly “ which means we need to get a long “ he lets a scoff escape him as I look up at Steve “ y/n why him, there are so many nice boys out there and you go for that” he looks so disappointed as I look up at him “ give him a chance Stevie” I look at him “ please it’s only early stages” he nods rolling his eyes slightly “ fine but if he breaks your heart don’t say I didn’t warn you” he rests his hand on my shoulder gently watching as Billy sits up “ listen Steve I know we have our differences “ he looks at Steve his eyes glistening with a senseless charm “ doesn’t mean I have them with y/n “I look at Steve “ I said fine I’m giving you a chance” he snaps glaring at Billy. 

“ oh yeh and he’s staying for dinner” I smile up at him sweetly “ ughhh” Steve rolls his eyes dramatically storming out the room “ for him that went well” I giggle as Billy side eyes me slightly as I lean against him “ oh come on stevies a bit dramatic ok but that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be” I smile up at him beaming with excitement he can’t help but crack a smile “ fine i believe you “ he chuckles slightly “ but he’s still not impressed “ he runs his hand through my hair gently “ he’ll get used to it” i reassure him my hand holding his giving it a light squeeze of assurance. 

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A few hours pass of talking when Steve calls me down to the kitchen as I make my way down the stairs the smell of pizza fills the room “ did I forget to say dinner was ready “ he looks at me smugly “ billy foods here” I call up to him before taking a seat at the table “ i know you don’t like him Stevie but you need to try” I sigh looking at him “ how can I trust such a brute with my little sister” he fights back looking at me “ while mum and dad are away I’m in charge that means I need to protect you from people like that” as he looks up billy walks in the room “ I’m not that bad Jesus Christ man” he sits next to me “ just ignore him Billy he’s just protective “ I look at him “ you’ve never had a boyfriend before and of course your first one has to be a dick” Steve rants as I bash my hand in the table “ STEVE” I glare at him “ enough “ i sigh my eyes watering slightly as I look at him he digs into a slice of pizza distracting himself as I pass a plate of food to Billy and keep one for myself. 

The rest of the dinner is spent eating in silence till Billy coughs looking at Steve “ sorry to break your heart even more Stevie but did you know y/n smokes and drinks” his face curling into a grin as I choke on my food “ you’re lying to me” Steve grunts his eyes falling to me as I splutter “ god knows she might even do drugs “ Billy gasps at his own suggestion I step on his foot under the table making him grunt slightly  “ tell me he’s lying y/n” Steve looks down at me “ I occasionally have a drink at a party Stevie but that’s all” I try putting the innocent act on looking up at my big brother wide eyed making Billy burst out laughing “ god Steve should have seen your face man” he cackles leaning back in his chair

 “ I was joking” steve stands up pushing his chair to the floor “ I’m going out” he walks towards the door pulling his jacket on his car keys gripped in hand “ where are you going” i ask “ it’s so late Stevie you can’t leave me” I look at him face full of worry “ I’ll be back when he’s fucked off” he walks out the door slamming it behind him. 

“ Billy what the fuck” I hit his arm as he looks down at me chuckling “ oh come on it was a joke” I shake my head “ you shouldn’t have done it Billy he’s sensitive “ he sighs looking down at me “ he’ll get over it” he takes a bite out of his pizza putting his attention back on his plate “ fine I guess but you can’t just say things like that and expect him to find it funny” I sigh, eating the rest of my food. 

After we finish eating Billy gets up “ I’m gonna have to go now I’ll come see you tomorrow yeah” I look at him my eye brows furrowing slightly “ ok drive safe “ I kiss his cheek “will do, tell Steve thanks for the food” he pulls his jacket getting up and walking towards the door I follow behind holding it for him “ have a good night” I smile sweetly “ night princess, sleep well” he smirks his hand running over my cheek gently before he pulls away walking towards his car quickly driving away leaving me in an empty house alone.

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Hours have passed and it’s started to get late I’m sat in the living room in my pyjamas watching some tv with all the lights on in the house anxiously waiting for Steve to come home. I check my watch seeing that it’s 11pm the sudden realisation comes to me he’s probably not coming home, he’ll be staying the night at robins house which means he’s really pissed at me. 

I hate being alone especially at night the house creaks and makes strange noises and it brings back memories from my childhood not good ones either. Like the time my parents left me at the house when I was 5, I was off sick from school laying in my little pink bed i remember mum coming in placing her hand on my forehead gently running into my hair her eyes still holding a coldness a mother shouldn’t have as she looks up at my dad “ she’ll be fine, it’s only a cough” she whispers not noticing that I was awake as she stands up and walks away closing the door behind her little did I know I wasn’t gonna see them for a long time after that. When I was alone the house grew colder and darker , i was so scared too all I could do was cry out for my mother but no one came. I remember when Steve got home from school he was furious to see the house empty  he rushed straight to my bedroom  hugging me tightly from that day on he promised to look after me. 

But where was he now. I tuck my legs up into my chest i know I’m old enough to look after myself but deep down I’m still scared of being alone, scared that I’ll be abandoned by him as well as my parents.

As my thoughts begin to overwhelm me I get up rushing to the door, grabbing my keys and jump into my car driving off not knowing where to go. I just drive the radio blaring as I put my foot down, the car moving practically on autopilot as I pull up at the Hargrove residence. 

I sit in the car for a second trying to calm myself as my hands shakily grip the steering wheel and my breath comes out quick and frantic as it begins to settles slightly I get out walking to the door not quite sure if what to say or really why I came here but I’m here now. I finally reach the door gently knocking my head hanging low as I wait for someone to answer. 

The door opens a short red haired girl stands there looking up at me “ what do you want” she asks rudley her eye brows furrowed together as she frowns “ I’m sorry to bother you so late is Billy in” I keep my head down as she looks back into the house “ Billy it’s for you” she shouts stepping back from the door as the familiar voice calls out “ who is it” I adjust myself slightly standing up a bit more “ i don’t know some girl” he walks to the door his jaw falling slightly slack as he sees me “ Maxine move” he pushes her out the way and  back into the house “ y/n what are you doing here, is everything ok” he looks at me face full of concern “ Steve still isn’t home” I look at him “ ok become on you’re a big girl you know how to take care of yourself now don’t you” he asks his smirk playing on his face “ it’s not like that it’s just I’m scared” I mumble quietly looking down as try to turn back “ sorry I’m just being stupid” he grabs my shoulder “ no come in you can stay here tonight” he pulls me towards him his hand moving to hook around my waist “ Dads out with Susan so it’s just me and max “ he assures me closing the door letting the warmth of the house wrap around me bringing a sense of security. 

Billy takes my hand gently walking me into the house it’s well decorated and extremely organised the tv is on blaring loudly as he sits me on the sofa “ why are you scared” he asks moving to turn the volume down “ it’s nothing don’t worry “ I look at him “ listening if you’re going to be my girlfriend you need to tell me things” Billy kneels infront of me meeting my eyes as I give him a timid smile “ it just brings back memories and not good ones” I sigh quietly as he rests his hand on my cheek “ I understand “ he smiles trying to comfort me as I start to explain everything. 

“ so Steve knows all of that and still left you” he stands back up his voice turning angry as he paces slightly “ it’s fine, he needs his own time too Billy “ I look at him taking his hand in mine “ I’m fine” I assure him squeezing his hand gently he looks at me “ you listen to me when ever you’re scared or alone you come straight to me” he looks at me as I nod a smile playing on my lips 

“ you’re turning soft Billy boy” I tease my fingers tangling into his wild curls as he picks me up bridal style “ I’m only soft, to those I like” he gives my ass a playful slap “ you’re lucky I like you little miss Harrington” I rest my head on his shoulder gently looking up at him with big innocent eyes “ I like you too ” I smile sweetly as he walks up the stairs and to his room kicking the door open to reveal a tiny box room it’s relatively tidy with posters scattered along the walls he sets me down on the edge of his bed  as he walks to close the door “ oi Maxine lights out” he calls out to his sister earning a groan and a door slam from across the corridor. 

“ god she’s a brat” i hear billy mutter before closing the door he turns to look at me “ you look after her?” I look up at him “ she’s not my problem to worry about” he huffs moving next to me “ she can look after herself “ I nod resting my head on him gently looking up at him “ but it’s always a good idea to have someone there for you” he shakes his head at me “ it’s not like you and Steve, me and max are nothing alike and she’s not my problem “ I sigh quietly “ ok bills, but you can’t always take your anger out on her all the time“ he tackles me gently down onto the bed so I’m now laying making me giggle “ that’s enough talking now doll face” he leaves rough kisses along my cheeks making me blushing violently “ let’s get some shut eye, you know Stevie wouldn’t be ok with little y/n getting a late night” he teases a playfulness in his voice as I lay back giggling he wraps his arms around my waist cuddling me “ fine” I smile at him. 

“ to think I thought you were such an ass hole” I smile eyes growing heavy “ you just needed to get to know me sweetheart “ Billy holds me closer kissing my head gently “ you’re not as bad as I thought either so I guess we proved each other wrong “ he looks down at me a smug look in his face “ promise you won’t leave” I look up at him yawning slightly “ id never leave you” he strokes my cheek gently as he watches my eyes fall shut drifting off in to a deep sleep in his warm arms, he whispers quietly to me his breath hitting my ear making me snuggle back into his touch “ there’s a good girl” he keeps his breathing steady leaving goose bumps along my neck as he holds me close soon falling asleep himself. 

[fayes-fics]

Skinny-Dip

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: A chance encounter in a rooftop pool after midnight

Warnings: Nudity, flirting. banter. Nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1.0 k (250 words drabbles I am too funny)

Authors Note: Eleventh in my 2k Follower Celebration drabbles. This is a request fill for @musicismyoxygen84 with the prompt “I forgot my towel” (ask here). Sorry lovely, I have no idea where this came from, but I hope you don't mind it. Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“We have to!” you point excitedly at the rooftop pool.

“You’re on your own…”

“C'mon, it will be funnnnn,” you insist. “I'm not suggesting skinnydipping; just dip our toes in!”

“Nooo. Bed for me. Too tipsy, Enjoyyyyy,” she slurs and pats your cheek.

And thus, you find yourself, without your best friend, making your way outside to the rooftop pool at 1 am. 

When you get there, there’s a lovely gentle breeze and the lights of the city twinkle all around. It’s quite magical in some ways. Or maybe that's the wine talking.

You are humming to yourself, removing your shoes and sitting at the pool edge, when you belatedly realise you are not alone. Someone is already in the pool at the far end. It's a man, only his head above the water, and he appears to be looking over at you slightly sheepishly as if you have interrupted something that he shouldn't be doing. Now that you are paying attention, you can see he is rather handsome.

“Miss, please could you do me a favour?” his smooth, refined, posh really, voice rings out.

Your brow knits. “What?”

“I don't suppose you could pass me one of those, could you?” he requests politely, nodding to the rack on the wall behind you. “I forgot my towel.”

“Why can't you get one yourself?” you retort with alcohol-induced bluntness after a brief look behind.

“I wasn't expecting anyone else to come out here…” he begins, and there appears to be an adorable tint high on his cheekbones.

“So?” you shrug.

“Well, I had thought a skinny dip would be refreshing…” he confesses awkwardly.

And the penny drops.

“Ohhhh….” 

You can't help it; your gaze drops. But even with the pool lit underwater, you can't make anything out at this distance. Sadly. If only there weren't so much chop in the water, you might have a better ch…

“Don't you believe me or something?” he questions with a teasing lilt, and you guiltily snap your eyes back to his face and see the smug crooked smile there. He knows exactly what you were doing.

“Sorry, I… look, it's a natural reaction…” you throw your hands up, your tipsy brain not bothering to attempt a lie. “I’d do the same if you told me there was a plane in the sky. I’m going to look. It’s who I am.” 

“There is a plane in the sky,” he fires back deadpan, and you look up on instinct.

Sure enough, there are indeed some telltale blinking lights.

“Well, at least you were being honest.” he chuckles.

You stick your tongue out, and that makes him laugh harder.

“So… towel? Please?” he looks hopeful.

You lean back casually on your hands, knowing it pushes out your breasts, and cock your head to the side. This could be fun.

“That seems like a you problem,” you shoot back with a raised eyebrow. You want to see where this could go. If nothing else, it's a fun flirtation.

He gapes at you momentarily, and then he smirks.

“If I have to get out naked to get one for myself, it will surely become a you problem?” he opines, swimming towards you.

“I’m willing to run that risk,” you answer back, and there's a little frisson through your body as he draws closer, and you can see just how attractive he is. Oh shit, that is one handsome face.

“Well, I suppose I should introduce myself as you insist on seeing me in the altogether,” he states drily as he draws up right in front of where your feet dangle into the water. “I’m Benedict,” he offers as he stands up to full height in the water.

And for a split second, you just stare. Watching rivulets of water run from broad shoulders onto a smooth, toned chest smattered with freckles down to a tapered waist. Oh shit, that is an excellent body too.

“Y/n…” you respond, distracted, your tongue feeling heavier in your mouth.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” The tone is warm, pitched lower and something in your gut flutters. 

“Likewise,” you respond, feeling a tug of a smile at the corner of your lips. “And for the record, I am not insisting on anything. You could stay in this pool until I am done dipping my toes, and then there is no need to show me anything,” you point out with a wry tone.

“And how long might that be?” he inquires, bemused, crossing his arms in a way that seems to intentionally enhance the muscle in his arms. Bastard.

“Ah, that's one of life’s great mysteries, isn't it?” you shoot back, feeling a glow spreading behind your ribs that this could be something. It's been a while since you flirted so easily with anyone, especially anyone this handsome.

“There is another answer to the dilemma here,” he offers, dipping back into the water and pulling up to your left side.

“I’m listening….” you gaze down at him, captured by his soft hazy eyes.

“If you were skinny dipping too, then we would be equally embarrassed,” he offers nonchalantly with a lazy smile, kicking his body out backwards, intentionally, so you can see that he is indeed very naked. And his bottom and legs are very shapely too. You are left in no doubt now, and the spike of endorphins through your bloodstream is exhilarating.

“Now there is an idea…” you flirt back and, throwing caution to the wind, push off your hands and slip into the pool. The cool water is a balm to your heated body, flush with excitement and possibility.

“You're still dressed,” he twists towards you and pouts, eyes sparkling, that killer lopsided grin returning.

“Am I…?” you volley back and raise an eyebrow as you peel off your top and throw it onto the poolside.

The look he shoots you is blistering, and you know, without a shadow of a doubt, you are about to tick ‘sex in a pool’ off of your bucket list. 

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[nyssaswitch]

Pool Party with the Barca Boys

Chapter 5

Y/N’s POV

In the corner of my eye I saw Frenkie sneak out of the room, where we’d just been together.

The whole encounter had left me a little dehydrated and I could still feel his salty fluids on my lips. As I bent over to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, I felt Frenkie pressing up against me, whispering “are you gonna finish what you started”, in my ear.

I smirked and muttered “you’d like that wouldn’t you”, while walking away.

After downing my glass of water, I went back to the pool where the boys were, yet again, wrapped up in a heated game of pool football.

I lay down on a pool bed and put my sunglasses on.

In the background I could hear the boys being rowdy and smacking the ball every now and then.

I was basking in the sun and wasn’t complaining about the company I was with.

Smack.

The football crashed to the ground beside me with a powerful thud, its force reverberating through the air.

I lazily take off my shades, to see that Marc was the one responsible for sending the football my way.

“Is there a problem chica?”, he asks with a smirk.

“No not I all”, I say, while flinging the ball in his direction.

“What’s a girl gotta do for a bit of peace and quiet around here”, I sighed.

I’d been seated for a minute or so, when the ball flew in my direction, yet again. This time I saw that Héctor was the one who sent the ball in my direction.

He looked at me with sparkling eyes, when I threw the ball back at him.

I laid back on the bed, just for the ball to make its way to me, every five minutes or so. A different guy being the perpetrator each time.

“Guys, stop trying to get my sister’s attention, are we here to play ball, or to flirt?”

Chuckles could be heard from several directions, after Gavi had said what was on everyone’s mind.

“Or you could stop playing football for a minute, so that I could finally swim in the pool too”.

“Sure, come in”, João said.

I approached the pool and dipped one toe in, the guys looking at me expectantly.

“The water’s freezing, I don’t understand how you guys have been in the water for the last couple of hours”.

“I could keep you warm”, said João.

“Oh can you now”.

“You know what I think, someone just needs to throw you in”, said Héctor.

“Oh god”, I sighed.

Before I knew it, Héctor was standing behind me and had his arms wrapped around me.

“Aaah”, I let out a squeal of surprise, “let me go, you’re freezing!”

“Not unless you join us in the pool” he said.

I broke free from grasp, “not unless you can catch me” I yelled.

I lasted 20 meters, before Héctor appeared behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

We were standing right on the edge of the pool, when Héctor leaned over, leaving me to dangle over the pool.

“Oh my god”, I yelped, “stop” Héctor.

He pulled me back into his embrace.

Then pushed me forward, I felt my body leaping, thinking this would be the push that’d land me in the pool.

“Please Héctor, please please please, let me go, I don’t wanna get my hair wet.”

He lowered his voice and muttered “you like begging huh, what would you give, for me to not push you in the pool?”

“Anything, Héctor, please it took me four hours to get ready this morning.”

“Too bad”, he murmured, letting go of me and pushing me into the pool.

“Ahhh, nooo”, I yelped, as I felt myself falling.

That inconsiderate douchebag, guys will never understand how much time it takes us girls to get ready, especially if we’ve made an effort to get all dolled up.

I swam to the stairs and stormed off.

[just-another-star-47]

Swimming in the lake

A little summer adventure in the heat of July.

With Poppy, Lulu and Sebastian

Strawberries • Swimming in the lake • Heatwave

It had been hot all week. The sun was burning down from a cloudless sky, bleaching even the bright blue into a washed-out version of itself.

Away from any village, on the shore of the lake, Poppy, Luscinia and Sebastian dangled their legs in the water. They were all struggling with the heat, their faces glistening in the bright light, strands of hair clinging darkly to the bare skin of their necks. Sebastian had not only rolled up his sleeves of his shirt, but also opened a few of his buttons. A fact that was probably the reason why not only the freckles on his face had taken on a darker colour. While he splashed his feet in the water, Poppy shielded her face from the sun and, with a sigh, rubbed cold water onto her neck. The summer had turned the black of her hair to the brown of roasted coffee beans, and even though she was nowhere near Sebastian's number, pale summer spots now also adorned her nose and cheeks.

'It's not enough,' Luscinia murmured, pulling her feet out of the water with difficulty. Even sitting up from lying down took strength. She pulled the fabric of her linen dress over her head impatiently, earning a look of disbelief from Sebastian.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going for a swim," she tugged at the laces of her corset.

'But surely not in the Black Lake,' Sebastian's eyes flickered from her hands to her body, to his hands and up to her face.

'No, Sebastian. Of course I'll find another body of water and ignore the one that's right at my feet,' it was definitely too hot to argue.

'The lake is too dangerous to swim in, Lu,' the Slytherin student's voice had taken on the calm tone that usually made the Gryffindor student stop and think. But not this time. Dressed in her undergarments, she dipped her toe into the cool water again and steeled herself with a determined frown.

'Will you ever just listen?' Sebastian approached her, but didn't dare touch her.

"Will you ever just stop lecturing?"

With a jump into the cool water, Luscinia interrupted their discussion.

'How does it feel to have found someone equally stubborn?' Poppy had kept herself in the background with a grin on her lips, but now she couldn't resist the teasing.

'Don't stab me in the back now,' despite his answer, his eyes remained fixed on the water, on the crashing waves that had swallowed Luscinia and the dark depths of the lake that revealed nothing of her before she pushed back to the surface.

'Enough, you've had your cooling off,' he knelt at the edge of the jetty and stretched out his hand to her, "come here, I'll pull you out again."

"I'd rather swim a few more laps," Luscinia emphasised as she slowly swam past his outstretched hand.

"Luscinia!"

'Don't you think the fjords in her homeland were far more dangerous than this lake?'

Poppy's objection made Sebastian pull his hand back, but his brows remained tightly knit.

'Nevertheless, it is... improper...'

Luscinia laughed, continuing to swim her laps, untouched: 'I show considerably less skin than you right now, Mister Sallow.'

Her flashing eyes lowered into the opening of his shirt.

'When she's right, she's right,' Poppy chuckled.

'One day you'll drive me absolutely mad,' grumbled Sebastian, undressing piece by piece down to his underpants, "if you don't come out on your own, I'll just get you myself."

The water splashed as he jumped into the lake and dived towards Luscinia, who had been watching his behaviour attentively and accelerated her swimming strokes to escape the Slytherin student. For a while they chased each other in the water until Sebastian grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him.

Snorting and laughing, she floated in front of him on the surface, her cheeky sparkling eyes meeting his, which held the same mischief within.

'You see. A little cooling down puts you in a good mood and doesn't harm anyone.'

Sebastian smiled and shook his head, pulling her closer to him by the hand.

'And yet I would rather have you on land, with solid ground under your feet.'

'But it's so terribly hot there...' Her attempt to break free of him and paddle away again was thwarted by his grip, and she pouted as she pushed him against his chest. An action that made the corners of his mouth twitch.

'Please, Lu. Otherwise I'll have no choice but to grab you and drag you back, whether you like it or not."

They looked at each other, pondering what exactly that would involve. Goose bumps covered Luscinia's skin as she imagined for a split second what it would feel like, where his hands would linger on her body.

But they were not alone and she hastily broke eye contact, swimming back towards the jetty with burning cheeks.

-> More of their story <-

[tiedyeflannels]

Adventure of a Lifetime

Kim Taehyung x reader

Chapter 11 | Masterlist

A/N: Aha... Sike! We kind of dipped our toes into meeting the members, but we'll have more of an interaction in the next chapter! Until then, I hope you enjoy!

“Wakey wakey! Eggs and pancake-y!”

I groaned as I opened my eyes. There were a few light beams shining through the, slightly, opened curtains, but the majority of them were closed so it wasn’t too bright. I looked to my right and saw Tae standing over me from behind the couch.

“Who taught you that phrase,” I rasped out as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes before sitting up with a yawn.

“We had some trouble waking you up earlier so Jeong-Gyu told me that that’s the best way to wake you up because you hate it,” he said through the food in his mouth.

“I do hate it,” I grumbled while pulling the pastel green blanket off of me so I could get up.

Huh, cute.

I thought when I truly saw the color of the blanket. 

I groaned as I stretched, waking up the unused muscles, then scratching my head with a yawn.

“Don’t you look cute,” he said, pointing to my bedhead.

I was too tired for the comment to sink in so I just silently chuckled. I looked at him as he was munching on a grape and saw his puffy hair sticking out in every direction.

“So do you,” I said, pointing to his head before starting to walk off to where the bathroom was.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” I said with yet another yawn.

I walked into the room I was supposed to be sharing with Y/s/n and got out some fresh clothes, then trudged into the bathroom.

Taking a quick shower definitely helped in waking me up so when I was done, I got dressed, brushed my teeth and did whatever skincare routine I could with whatever things I brought before going back to where Tae was. As I was walking, I realized that I haven’t seen Y/s/n or Jeong-Gyu. 

“Did the others go somewhere,” I asked while stepping into the kitchen and opening the fridge to find some fruit.

“Yeah. There was a coffee shop that I mentioned that has really good breakfast that I wanted to take all of you to, but you’re really hard to wake up so I told them that they should go while you kept sleeping.”

I sheepishly nodded, “Yeah… that happens when I’m really tired.”

I grabbed the bowl of fruit that was sitting on the middle shelf and walked over to the sink to rinse them off.

“So I’m guessing that they took Yeontan on a walk,” I quirked an eyebrow once I realized that the little pomeranian was nowhere to be found.

He walked over and leaned against the kitchen island behind me while I drained the water from the fruit.

“Your guess would be correct. He had an appointment at the groomers that I forgot about so I asked them if they could take him because of practice today.”

I nodded, leaning against the sink across from him, and popped a strawberry in my mouth. 

“When are you leaving,” I asked, swallowing the fruit then eating a grape.

He leaned forward, hands holding the countertop behind him, “Practice starts at 12, so we have about an hour to get ready.”

My eyebrows raised in silent surprise, “They’re fine with me going?”

He smiled, “They said that they would be happy to meet you!”

I nodded and kept eating what was in the bowl.

“Anyway, I’m gonna get ready, then we can head out,” he said, pushing off of the island and walking out of the kitchen.

I hummed.

“I’ll be here, eating this fruit,” I said to myself as I took another bite of a strawberry.

~

“Thank you!”

I slightly bowed my head at the secretary as I took the visitor pass from her and placed it around my neck before following Tae to the elevators. He pressed the button for the floor and stood back as the doors closed before we started our ascent.

“Are you nervous,” he asked and I looked at him with a confused expression humming in question.

He pointed down at my hands which were fidgeting with each other.

I quickly stopped.

“Just a little bit, but I’m sure I’ll be a bundle of nerves when I’m actually standing at the door though,” I chuckled lightly, trying to dispel the anxiety that was starting to creep in.

The elevator dinged, signaling our arrival to the floor as the doors opened and we walked out.

I followed Tae to the second door on the right before the nerves truly started to set in, making me move to stand behind him. He chuckled and looked at me over his shoulder.

“This isn’t a formal meeting by any means so just be yourself. Nobody’s expecting you to be perfect.”

Knowing that he was right, I took in a deep breath before sighing as he opened the door to the practice room.

Entering the room, the only thing I could really say about the vibe was…

Chaotic.

All of the members were just getting there- much like Tae and I- and some were joking around and laughing. Two of them were play-fighting all while one was just quietly sitting on the floor near the rest of them.

I was still standing behind Tae when they all turned their heads to see the last member join. They greeted him warmly as he happily made his way over to them, leaving me to stand awkwardly at the entrance. I nervously took in the room, taking note of the very expensive looking equipment to my right and the entire wall of mirrors that were across from me.

To say that I felt a little out of place at that moment would definitely be an understatement. But all of that quickly vanished as Tae looked over at me with that relieving, warm smile of his.

He motioned at me which made the others aware of my presence, “Everyone, this is Y/n!”

Chapter 12

Taglist:

@maple-leaves-in-the-wind | @amaroho | @eli-xar

[dellalyra]

Hell hath no fury…

Summary: Like a woman scorned… you are sick of how the brothers treat the secondborn.

CW: swearing, mentions of bullying, brief sexual references, anger

A/N: dipping my toe into the obey me pond…

“Haha! Stupidmammon!”

“Mammon if you were any stupider, I’d have to water you twice a week.”

“He’s not called the scummy secondborn for nothing!”

“You worthless pest.”

A loud SMACK echoed around the room. Your hand collides with the mahogany of the dining table and sends glasses and food flying in all directions.

7 jaws dropped and widened eyes stared at you in pure shock.

Did you do that? Their warm, darling little human?

The look on your face shocked even Lucifer – pure, unbridled rage equal almost to Satan’s was painted across your face like neon lights.

“That is ENOUGH.” You roar.

Are we sure she’s not a demon?

“Y/N – mind y-” Lucifer began.

“Shut it, Morningstar.” You snap, voice icey and glaring at him.

You take a breath and all the brothers gasp, waiting for Lucifer’s retaliation. Nobody had ever told him to shut up – even Satan or Belphie wouldn’t go that far.

Surprisingly, nothing happens.

You stare them all down.

“All of you, I am sick and tired of your incessant and needless bullying of Mammon. You are brothers for fuck’s sake!” You slam your hand on the table again, truly, you were exhausted listening to them.

Mammon seemed equally as shocked as his brothers by your outburst.

“Y/N! There is no need for this kind of behaviour.” Lucifer says, eyeing your tense stance.

“You’re included in this too Lucifer. All of you, you all use him as a scapegoat and punching bag.” You huff out, hands shaking with fury.

“Y/N/N, he does it to himself, sweetie! He is such an idiot we just have to put him in his place!” Asmodeus chirps, eyelashes fluttering. No charm will work on you now.

“Do you all realise the things you tease him for are things you all do yourselves? Are you aware of your blatant fucking hypocrisy?” Seething, you point at all of them.

“Are you inferring that we are all capable of the levels of idiocy Mammon is, Y/N?” Lucifer growls.

“Thank you for proving my point. Belphegor: if someone pushed a squishy, soft, warm bed with fluffy blankets in front of you – what would you do?” You ask, turning to the youngest.

“Sleep.” He replies, shrugging.

“Beelzebub, if I placed a huge plate of human world cheeseburgers in front of you – what would you do?” It was the sixth horns turn now.

“Do you have some? I’m still really hungry.” He replied, almost drooling.

“Satan – someone steals a book from you or says you’re inferior to Lucifer - you’re gonna lose you’re shit aren’t you?” The spark of fury in the demon’s eyes and the nod and growl are answer enough.

“Asmodeus, a beautiful creature is placed in front of you, radiant, glowing and oh so ready and willing to fuck you – what do you do?” You ask, leaning to face him.

He bites his lip and his eyes turn hooded.

“Give them the night of their lives obviously!” He giggles.

“Levi – If I walked in here tomorrow with the newest, mint condition, one of a kind Ruri-Chan figurine - wouldn’t you just be overcome with envy, wrought with spite that I had it all for myself?” He nods, frowning at you and the imagined figurine.

“Lucifer – if I told you that you’re not very good at your job and you have failed as a leader and brother, would you do everything to prove me wrong? Punish me for insulting your pride?” You raise your eyebrow in challenge, and for a moment you see a flash of respect in the eldest brother’s eyes.

“What are you all?” You continue.

“Eh, demons?” Levi asks.

“Brothers?” Beel adds.

Silence.

“Avatars of sin.” You respond.

“You all are the physical, corporeal embodiments of these sins. You all give in to your sins and temptations, yet Mammon is the only one who truly gets mocked and punished and bullied for what he naturally is? Mammon is greedy, just as you are slothful, gluttonous, wrathful, lustful, envious and prideful. You are all raging fucking hypocrites, and I am sick to death of how you treat your brother. Should this continue, I’m going to start treating all of you how you treat Mammon.” You finish your tirade and there is stunned silence in the room.

“Have you even considered how hurtful it must be to hear this from you all? Lucifer – you are his eldest brother, he admires you. Imagine if Diavolo treated you how you treat Mammon. The rest of you, Mammon helped raise you all! Fucking hell - I’ve never been more disappointed in all of you than witnessing the incessant need of you all to be absolute shitheads to your brother.”

Silence again. Mammon is just staring at you, blue and gold eyes like flying saucers.

“Now, I’m going to bed. I need to cool down, so none of you come near me tonight. That includes you Lucifer, I’ll be in my own bed.” And with that you storm out of the room.

Seven pairs of eyes follow your figure. Even Beel has stopped eating.

Nobody says a word. The air is awkward because they know you’re right.

Satan is the first to speak up.

“Did we… did we just get mothered by a human? Lucifer did your girl truly just parent us?”

“It… appears she did.”

[ladyhoneydee]

30 Day Song(fic) Challenge: Day 29

It's the penultimate day of my Song(fic) Challenge! And today, for once, I'm not even late! The prompt for today was "A song by your favorite artist right now". I don't really feel as though I have a particular favorite right now, so I went with an old standby: dodie. Although she has some absolute bangers with a great deal of emotional storytelling, her song "Air So Sweet", which I've loved since it was just a little demo five years ago, captured the exact peacefulness I needed tonight, for myself and for my writing.

in the light and the air

Game: Tears of the Kingdom, post-game

Pairing: Zelda/Link

Word Count: 1080

Keywords: peaceful, happy ending, domestic bliss

It was an ordinary night. She’d had dozens like it in this summer alone; hundreds over the years since they were finally freed from the pitiless jaws of fate. She would have dozens more before the apples in the trees began to drop, and the nights began to crisp and chill and remind her of the air of her almost-endless flight. And yet, with the earth beneath her hands and the air caressing her hair; the water droplets gracing her still-drying legs and the fire of his presence and skin warming hers…this was all she needed.

Read the fic on Ao3, or under the cut!

Hateno summers were notoriously long, warm, and sticky. The moisture from the ocean would rise under the heat of the sun, and get pushed inland by the westward-blowing winds. It’d linger, heavy and wet, over the fields, unless a storm swept over the land in its place, and leave the air clear and sparkling after its passage. Even in the evenings, the humidity could linger heavily in one’s lungs, like a breath held so deep it couldn’t be fully expelled. 

Zelda often chose to spend these nights outside, as the stars blinked their eyes open above her head, and the moon rose to greet her with cool rays that made her horns shine silver. She would sit on the familiar wooden porch, or take a nude dip in the pond in front of their house, or climb a tree to fulfill that intermittent craving for the sky. 

Tonight, she chose to run.

She’d not bothered to put on any shoes on her way out. The thick, scale-lined callouses on the pads of her feet saw to it that very little debris could injure her. Instead, as she dashed up the Firly Plateau back towards their humble home, she could feel every cool tickle of the summer-plush grass beneath her, kissing her heels with each thudding impact upon the welcoming earth. Any twig she landed on snapped cleanly beneath her weight and added delightful percussion to her sprint. The roughness of rocks underfoot only supplemented the symphony of texture.

The night air was so, so still; sweet with the perfume of wildflowers and wetness on her every inhale, and she gulped and gasped for more, eager, eager, eager. She couldn’t get air like this in the heavens she’d flown through for thousands of years, with its preserving, frigid thinness; its presence in the lungs like icy knives of a deathless Death. Only down here, on the surface—as herself—could she inhale pure Life. 

She relished in the sensation of her body. The way it felt to run on two legs, with toes instinctively gripping to and pushing off from the earth; with the echo of impact ringing in her knees as they absorbed the pounding of her footsteps; with the call-and-response of the muscles in her left calf stretching and thigh pulling as she bounded forward, followed by the return of the melody in the right. The sinuous swinging of her tail behind her like a metronome. The burn in her diaphragm and lungs at the lack of air even despite how deeply she inhaled. The tightness of her core muscles, held firm to keep her strong. The reaching swing of each arm, and the warm clenching of her fists, each finger nestled in tightly. 

It had been years since she’d last had to call upon the golden power of the goddess, although she knew it still coiled deep within her, nesting somewhere in her stomach lining like a divine ulcer. When she ran like this, so in tune with Life that it felt like her very soul was rising from her body to sing with the currents of the air and the beating heart of the earth, she could taste a very different flavor of gold: the pure honey of sunshine, rather than the blood-tang of metal. Something all her own.

She crested the final hill, and the familiar taupe stucco of their house came into view. In the air, she could taste rather than smell the dissipating dregs of smoke from that evening’s cooking fire. From the singular window visible at this angle, a gentle light glowed: one of Zelda’s favorite beeswax candles. And above, the stars, fully fruited in the night sky, washed her in light like the softest of summer rains. 

Laughter, breathless and joyous, bubbled up from her chest. It only crescendoed further as she ran straight into the shallows of the pond, feeling the shocking splash of coolness on her shins and spraying all the way up to her torso with the force of her entry. She submerged up to the knee. The water soaked the tea-length, sky-blue skirt of her home-stitched dress, and she didn’t care one jot, letting it swirl around her as she turned to face north, over the glowing windows and darkened fields of the town she called hers. 

Little by little, the temperature cooled, and the air lightened as the humidity bedded down for the night. The shadows of the pond’s fish emerged cautiously from the holes they’d fled to at her tumultuous entry, although they gave Zelda a wide berth from where she still stood in the shallows. Sunset fireflies, with their quintessential gold-green hue, gathered in the yard; bioluminescence below to duet with the stars above. 

Finally beginning to shiver from the chill, Zelda waded slowly from the pond, and sat in the sweet summer grass. It accepted her form—tail and all—like a hug. She watched the glide of the moon across the sky. 

The wooden door swung open behind her and to her right. She could barely feel the impact of his footsteps through the earth, but she could hear the way the grass whispered around his legs as it parted for him like an old friend. 

He sat beside her, and the ember-glow of their touching knees sent her soul spinning into the air once more. She lifted one dirt-smudged hand from where it propped her up to rest it atop his own, feeling his fingers staggered between and beneath her own like the interlinked logs of a cabin, shaped and reshaped by their wholehearted efforts until they fit together just right.

It was an ordinary night. She’d had dozens like it in this summer alone; hundreds over the years since they were finally freed from the pitiless jaws of fate. She would have dozens more before the apples in the trees began to drop, and the nights began to crisp and chill and remind her of the air of her almost-endless flight. And yet, with the earth beneath her hands and the air caressing her hair; the water droplets gracing her still-drying legs and the fire of his presence and skin warming hers…this was all she needed.

It was what she had forced herself to survive for, for all those long years, even when it was a distant dream her dragon-self wasn’t even capable of calling up. 

And it was what she lived for now, in this life that was, at long last, all their own. 

[tearfallpixie]

Oblivious - Chapter 4: Seaside Shenanigans (NSFW)

“Shae!” I screamed running at the equally as excited pink haired woman. Justin and Chris had rented us a private beach for the day so that we could enjoy the ocean and take the photos that they knew Shae and I would want. We tackled each other in a flurry of limbs and squealed, ignoring how the boys groaned.

“Shut up! I haven’t seen her in months.” I snapped playfully at my best friend. He waved me off and went to set up the tent for us with Justin as Shae and I caught up. As the boys attempted to set up the tent, struggling massively at it too, Shae and I threw out our towels and sat down to soak up the sun. Finally they figured it out and came to join us, Chris sitting behind me and picking up the sunscreen.

“Rick would never forgive me if I gave you back to him sunburnt.” He joked, squeezing some onto his hand and massaging my muscles.

“Rick? Did you two finally fuck?” Justin asked.

“No!” I squeaked burying my head in my hands. “Shut up! We’ve just had one date.”

“Oh that’s so exciting. I always knew that you two would make a cute couple.” Shae gushed as she rubbed sunscreen on her arms.

“How do you feel about that Chris?” I didn’t know why Chris had a say in Rick and I’s relationship but I ignored it, focusing on the feel of hands rubbing the sunscreen into my sides and slipping around to my stomach. His hands felt amazing on my skin and I even had to bite back a moan as he moved back to my back and found a particularly tight knot.

“I’m fine with it. I’m happy for them.” The singer said and I could feel him shrugging behind me as I fell back into his chest.

“Chris, you’re going to put me to sleep. We just got here.” I complained.

“Take a little nap to let the sunscreen soak into your skin and then we can get into the water. Ok?” I curled onto my side and nodded into his chest, enjoying the warmth from him and the sun wrapping me in a cocoon. He started carding his fingers through my hair and I swore if I was a cat I would be purring.

“You two are cute together.” I heard Shae say before there was the familiar click of a camera.

“Meany.” I mumbled, the soft sound of the rolling waves attempting to coax me back to sleep.

“I thought you were asleep. Sorry.” She laughed with no real apology in her voice. I pushed myself to sit back up and stretched.

“Only for a little. Chris, can we go in the water now?” I begged. He stood up and helped me to my feet before dragging me down to the edge. I dipped my toes in and yelped as the freezing waves licked at my foot. It was the middle of march but we were in Florida, so I expected the water to be at least a little warmer. “Never mind. We can go back up to the towels.”

“Nope! You asked to go into the water.” I tried running away from him, but his tattooed hands grabbed my waist and pulled me back into him. I kept squirming because I knew what he was about to do but he was too strong for me, and scooped me into his arms.

“Chris! Think about this.” I begged as he walked farther into the water. “Oreo please.”

“Nope. You made your choice.” When he was about 20 feet out from the shore he gave me a smirk before dropping his arms and letting me sink into the freezing water. I let out a cry as I fell and whimpered as I emerged, shivering up a storm.

“You’re so mean to me.” I whined. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly, his body still nice and warm from the sun.

“Awe I’m sorry, love bug. Would a kiss make it better?” He smirked, making me shove at his chest.

“Knock it off.” He kissed my temple with a laugh and let go of me to drop back into the water himself.

~~~~

Chris groaned as he woke up in the middle of the night. He had been having a lovely dream about the girl currently wrapped in his arms and it had caused him to wake up with a very obvious hard on pressed firmly against her ass. The worst part was that she was cuddled tightly against him so he would have to move her and potentially wake her up to get out of this situation. He was about to shift when he heard her whisper something and he had to strain to hear what she was mumbling.

“Chris-“ She whimpered, her hips barely moving but it was enough to cause more stimulation on his member and he cussed quietly. He had to move and take care of himself, or he would end up disturbing her. Her hips rolled into his a little more firmly this time and he bit back a groan. He was finally able to slip his arm out from under her and crawled out of the bed, making his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, keeping the water cool in the hopes that it would make his problem go down. He stepped under the stream, shivering at how cold it actually was but it did nothing to ease his painful erection, the thoughts plaguing his mind of the way his girlfriend sounded whimpering his name. He wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a few leisurely strokes, letting out the groan he had been holding back.

“Fuck.” He gasped, placing his hand on the tile wall of the shower to brace himself as he started to stroke himself more firmly. “Shit Casey, what have you done to me?” He recalled the image of her in his arms, dressed in nothing but her lingerie and his shirt that was 3 sizes too big on her, loving the way she drowned in it. The thought made him let out a pathetic gasp and he twitched in his hand. He tried to imagine it was her hand stroking him as he swiped his thumb over his tip but his was too big and calloused. “Fuck pumpkin. Look so beautiful in my clothes.” He huffed. He was so close, he just needed a little more. Her beautiful green doe eyes popped into his brain from earlier when she was looking up at him on the beach in nothing but her bikini and that was what pushed him over the edge. She always looked so beautiful when she was cuddled up in his arms or begging him for something, the way her eyes would stare up at him with such innocence. But earlier on the beach, she was watching him with a hungry gaze as if she wanted to tear his clothes off. He called her name as he spilled his seed over his fingers, watching as the freezing water washed his mess down the drain.

He flicked the knob to turn the water off and grabbed the fresh towel on the rack, drying his hair before wrapping it around his waist. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and Chris swore that he had closed it but he shook the thought away. He was still extremely tired so he probably left it that way in his sleepy haze. After drying himself off he pulled back on his sweats and went out to crawl back in bed with his girlfriend who hadn’t moved at all. Her soft snores filled the room, and the singer couldn’t help the small smile that graced his face. He was truly so lucky to have her in his life. He laid down next to her and pulled her back into his arms, taking a deep breath to soak in her lavender scent that melded deliciously with his own.

“I love you, pumpkin.” He whispered and with a kiss to the back of her head he snuggled into her and fell back asleep.

~

I blinked open my eyes to see that it was still dark outside, the sparkling lights of the park barely braking through the curtains. My skin was heated and I blushed at the dream I had just had. Chris and I were going for a night swim in the ocean and were having mind blowing sex when something had woken me up. A chill brushed over my skin, and I twisted to see that I was alone in the bed, realizing that him getting up is probably what stirred me. I reached over to feel that the sheets were still warm, so he must have only recently moved. That was when I heard the sound of the shower in the background.

“Chris?” I called. There was no response, so I crawled out of the blankets and padded towards the door to see it mostly closed. I pushed it a little farther open and was about to step in when his voice sounded.

“Shit Casey, what have you done to me?” I heard him grumble. I thought for a moment that I had been spotted but the broken gasp that followed told me a different story. The warmth that was in my stomach returned and I let out a soft whimper. Was he really thinking of me as he got off? I thought he didn’t like me like that but from the sounds I was hearing in the shower, I was completely wrong. There was the possibility that it could be another Casey-. “Fuck pumpkin. Look so beautiful in my clothes.” My nickname. He was getting off to thoughts of me. I held back a squeal and dashed back to the bed, burying myself under the covers and pretending to be asleep. A few moments later the shower turned off and I heard him moving around in the bathroom before the light clicked off and the door opened. The covers were pulled back and the singer joined me once more.

“I love you, pumpkin.” His soft voice whispered followed by a kiss to my hair. There in his arms I felt safe, like I did when I was with Ricky. I wanted both of them and I knew that was selfish of me but maybe, just maybe with the events of a few moments ago that might be possible.

[poppyseed1031]

Consume Me Part 3

Ao'nung x OC Both Aged up to 23-24, ONGOING SERIES, multiple parts

Slow burn, eventual smut, kind of smut in this chapter, foreplay (I might have missed something if I did I'm so sorry!)

Theres a littttttle bit of smut in this one, the next chapter will have lots tho! This is just the introduction to it with the characters. Enjoy!:)

The flight to the secluded island wasn't horribly long, but it wasn't short. I had to muffle my chuckles of amusement a few time due to Ao'nung gripping onto me in panic if Azra moved or glided in any sudden way. His large arms were securely locked around my waist and his face went from being buried in my back to peeking over to see the ocean below us. "Oh come on, I thought you were a big strong warrior? It's just a flight!" I giggled as I finally Landed Azra in a little patch of sand by the water. "Very funny, I belong in the water, not the skies." Ao'nung huffed as he clumsily slid of my Ikran. "Maybe you can get me used to it, though." He added as he held his hand out to help me down also. I rolled my eyes a little and gently swatted him away, " I can get down myself, probably better than you silly, I am not helpless. Thank you though." I slid down to the ground gracefully and stroked my hand over Azra's neck. "I'm sure you can, my offers aren't meant to be taken as me saying you are incapable or fragile." I turned to him as he spoke and guilt swept through me. "Im sorry... I'm just used to not being... seen as more than what people assume I am I suppose. I don't mean to be rude or push you off." I dug my toes in the sad and fiddled with the waist beads I had on to avoid looking at him, why do I always do this? Why must I always embarrass myself, when we were having such a good time too. "Hey don't worry about it, and don't avoid my eyes. I like to see your face." One of his fingers slipped under my chin and gently pulled my face up so I was looking at him again, and the smile I was met with was so contagious I couldn't stop my own from spreading. 

We stared into each others eyes for a few moments, and my smile fell as his face shifted to an intense expression, almost like he was studying me. Ao'nung's finger drifted from my chin to my cheek, and he gently traces the arch of my cheekbone before letting his hand fall a little lower to my mouth. He brushed my bottom lip softly, tugging it down gently. My breathing picked up, hitching in my throat under his attention and touch, my own hands twitching at my sides to reach up and trace his face. I settled on reaching out and grabbing the wrist of his hand that was on me, squeezing softly. I was rewarded with another small smile that had my insides tingling. I managed to tear my gaze away from his and scanned the parts of the island in my eye line. The Mauri hut was in the middle of the beach, it was nestled in the middle of various flower and berry bushes, it was beautiful. Fruit trees scattered and lined the island and there was nets, spears, and baskets full of herbs and  Fresh vegetables. "Wow they really set up everything you need don't they." I noted as I took everything in. "Actually no, I just came and set things up a bit before your arrival. I wanted everything to be ready." Ao'nung's hand slid to the dip of my back and he pressed slightly to push me to walk forward while he talked. I looked up at him a bit taken aback at the gesture. "That's very sweet." I murmured and bumped into his side softly. He just smiled down at me and lead me into the Mauri. It was big, and there was a larger than normal, plush sleeping mat piled high with woven blankets and woven pillows. There was tangles of bioluminescent moss dangling from the ceiling and a carved table and chairs in the corner. "It's so pretty." I ran my hands through the moss as I walked deeper into the home and smiled over my shoulder at him. "You're so beautiful, You know that?" He breathed. I felt a blush stain the skin of my cheeks and I looked down and smiled shyly. "You're not to bad yourself." Oh, good reply Aella. Eywa he probably thinks you're a fucking idiot. 

Ao'nung watched as a dark purple hue spread across Aella's cheeks and down her neck. His eyes following as it travelled down her skin. Her glowing freckles stretched across her like a map that he wanted to trace and memorize with his tongue. He so badly hopes this went well. Not only for the futures of both clans, but for him. and you. He was so drawn to you, by your beauty, your smell, the way you spoke, the way you moved. Everything. He barely knows you, but he's completely transfixed by you. You stepped to the makeshift counter and turned to him. "I see no meat... do you not eat it?" Your head tilted to the side, making your inky hair tumble down your side like a waterfall. He couldn't help but laugh a little at your question, "No, but I heard you like to hunt, and I thought we could together, so I didn't bring any" He was absolutely delighted in the grin that overtook your features. the corner of your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched, and your fangs poked through the grin in the most adorable way.  He watched as you plopped down on the bed, your long indigo legs stretching out in front of you. "Well I'm glad I've got prepared food in my saddle bag because I just want to relax tonight, tomorrow I will show you how a true Navi hunts thought." you joked and he let out a wonderful laugh that filled the space, nodding in agreement before he took a few short steps and settled down beside you, trying to be discrete in making sure his thight pressed firmly against yours. "So, tell me something. Anything."  You put a finger on your lips as you mock thought on his request, your honey orbs looking up through your lashes at the ceiling. Fuck did that do something to him, to his mind. Images of you, on your knees, looking up at him like that with his cock shoved down your throat played through his mind, making him twitch in his loincloth.

Ao'nung and I spent the next few hours into the evening swapping stories from our lives. I told him all about growing up in the forest, the love I felt for it. Adventures that are burned into my memories that always bring a smile to my face. And I told him the painful things. Things like my parents, and the constant search and yearning for their love and approval that always ended up in me being left empty handed and disappointed. About the sky people coming back, the war. About my relationships and experience. He listened intently, telling me his own about the reef and sea, his childhood memories and all his friends and hobbies, his bustling family dynamic and the pressure of being son of the Chief. Most of his stories making me smile so big my cheeks hurt. He seemed so genuine, so sure of himself, always the helping hand, even if he did admit to having a cocky, reckless streak that sometimes made him seem like an ass, like he was brash and hard. How we wanted so badly to have the chance to have someone he loved that he WANTED to be soft with.

Then he told me about the girls he had been with, and jealously had pinged in my chest at the thought. He's a very handsome Navi. Tall and muscular. Rugged. And the idea of all the competition I have made my stomach curl unpleasantly. Was he still sleeping with anyone? Was he in love with someone? Was I doomed to a life where I'm just a cover for the clans while he sought out pleasure and comfort in someone else's arms? 

His large hand splayed over my shoulder, tugging me out of my thoughts abruptly. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" His voice was low, gravely. And it sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, nothing. I was just.. I don't know." I tried to shrug it off nonchalantly but it must not of worked, because he lowered his face closer to mine, his expression skeptical. "Tell me, Sevin. We must be open with each other for this to work properly. No hiding." His breath fanned over my face and I closed my eyes for a moment, collecting my thoughts that had scattered due to the close proximity. "I am... Nothing like the women here. I am not.. your type. I cannot compete with already formed feelings." My voice sounded small even to me despite trying to make myself sound firm. He hummed in the back of his throat lowly as he closed his eyes and brushed his nose against mine softly. My breath hitched in shock and joy at the unexpected affection, my skin tingling where his touched. "Little one, I have only known you for a very short time, but the things I already feel for you are things I've never felt for anyone. Eywa brought you to me, right on the back of that ikran out there, I've never been more sure of anything. And as far as the other women and their looks. NO ONE holds a candle to you. Those women are all I've known yes, but just looking at you. At those big molten honey eyes, these plump soft lips.. " His fingers traced the contours of my face as he spoke in a soft, sultry tone, " your dimples when you smile, the tanhí all over you that I want to map out with my mouth, your small, slender body that I just want to wrap around me, and your skin, eywa, so soft, so supple, like an ocean of beautifully striped indigo I want to drown in. Just looking at you makes my cock twitch." I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Ao'nung had moved closer while he spoke, his lips brushing over mine with every word. My heart sped as he studied me, as he took me in. My body started to ache, ache for him to touch me in anyway. "I want to spend hours committing every inch of you into my memory. I want to feel every part of you pressed so close into me we don't know where I begin and you end." Oh for the love of Eywa, This man. My body tingled, my breath coming out in small pants that fanned his face, and I couldn't help it, the urge, the need, the want, whatever you want to call it. I pulled him into me by the back of the neck and pressed my lips to his, it was sloppy, teeth clashing and tongues brushing as his lips molded over mine.

He let out a sound that seemed to be a mix between a moan and a growl, and I squeezed my thighs together at it, heat pooling in my lower stomach and spreading to my core. I trailed my fingers over his broad shoulders, down his back, dragging my nails lightly down his turquoise-green skin. He crawled over me, gently forcing me to lay flat on the blanket covered mat as he slotted his muscular frame between my legs, holding his weight up so he wouldn't crush me. Engulfing me in him. Our lips moved frantically over each other, each of us not getting enough of a taste of the other. The hand that wasn't propping him up travelled up my body, squeezing the plush of my thighs and earning a whimper. My hips rutted up into his on their own free will and he chuckled softly, but didn't say anything, just kept grabbing handfuls of my flesh in those big strong hands I was growing to love. His grip moved up to my waist and he hummed appreciatively and rubbed little circles into the skin of my hip bone with his thumb for a moment before moving on. When he made is way up to my chest and ran his thumb over my perked nipple my back bowed, mouth breaking from his to let out a loud gasp. "Oh Eywa." I moaned as he continued to roll my nipple around in his fingers, grasping handfuls of my breast as he kneed them softly. He drug his lips down my neck, his tongue coming out to swipe over my sweet spot. "You taste just as good as you smell." He growled as he nipped at my pulse point. I could't find words, my body was on fire in the best way, like fire was licking through my veins and he was the remedy as well as the reason. My hands tangled into his hair and tugged him down until his mouth was on the other, neglected nipple. He quickly enveloped it in his mouth, sucking and nipping before moving on to the swell of my breast and doing the same. I couldn't help the moan that escaped when his fangs grazed the sensitive skin and I felt him smile against me before he continued sucking, forming small purple marks that were a stark contrast to my blue. I snaked the hand that wasn't tangled in his hair down the barely there space between our bodies and tugged at the band of his loincloth with a whimper. "Please." I sounded pathetic even to myself, and I hated that he made me this way, but I couldn't help it. My body was aching for him, screaming for him to fill me to the brim with his cock and fuck me until I was stupid. He tsked with his tongue playfully and pulled my hand away from him, earning a frustrated whine. "Ao'nung please, I need you to fuck me." I looked up at his face now and the sight made my already moist loincloth worse. His pupils were blown so much that I could only see a small sliver of green that lined the ring of black. Lust was dripping off of his face, making my own arousal physically drip down my thighs. "I know you want me little one, I can smell you." He growled, nostrils flaring, "And it's taking everything in me not to thrust my cock into, feel?" He rutted against me, letting me feel his rock hard erection straining through his loincloth as it pressed against my clothed cunt, "But I cannot take you like this, as much as I want to, as much as you're making me fucking feral. We will do it right, when we bond that way, it will be special, but don't worry sevin, we can do everything else in the meantime." The growl of his voice made me keen as he travelled down my body, all tongue and teeth, his blown gaze locked on mine. 

When he reached the heat between my thighs the noise he let out was a borderline snarl as he shoved his nose right against my core, taking big inhale through the soaked fabric. Throwing my head back with a moan I wondered if I could cum from this alone, his hot breath fanning over me as he nuzzled his nose deeper into the cloth barrier separating him from my heat and letting out low growls of his own arousal while he rutted into the plush of the sleeping mat to get some friction of his own. 

[blueicequeen19]

Initiation Pt. 3

Warnings: group sex with the Pogues

I take John B into my mouth, not tearing my eyes from his as he moans while fisting my hair. My left hand is grabbed and placed around a warm length. I know it's Pope because of how gentle he's being. His hand stays around my wrist as he helps me stroke him while John B starts to fuck my throat.

"It's a pretty throat." I hear John B say, earning a chuckle from the group. Someone kneels at my right side, a smaller, soft hand dipping between my thighs and I know it's Kie.

"She has a pretty pussy too." Kie tugs on my ear lobe with her teeth, her fingers circling my clit torturously slow. Oh, God. My body felt like it was buzzing, chasing every touch like an addict.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." John B groans, thrusting harder and faster. I can't control the sloppy wet gags that leave my throat as he fucks me or the way I start to whimper and rock into Kie's hand as Pope tightens my hand on his shaft and jerking it faster. It was too much. I was so overwhelmed I was growing dizzy.

"I think John B likes watching me play with your pussy." Kie whispers, casting a look up at her friend.

John B suddenly erupts down my throat with a growl, holding my head down as he forces me to swallow around his girth. A moment passes and he slips free, trading places with Pope. I open my mouth to plead with Kie to stop tormenting me when Pope pushes himself past my teeth. I swallow him down, my eyes watering as I look up at his sweet face. Pope gives me a soft smile as he lets me set the pace, wiping the tear that runs down my cheek. All the while Kie is rubbing my body, kissing me randomly, and torturing my clit with her dainty little fingers. It was starting to piss me off. I needed to cum and she wouldn't let me. Where was JJ?

I sense movement then I'm forced up higher on my hunches as someone scoots underneath me. I whimper as a tongue swipes through my folds. Pope growls, cumming down my throat a moment later.

"Such a good girl." Pope groans, caressing my chin as I swallow then he pulls away. JJ is leaned up against a tree, watching the scene unfold. I could tell he liked to watch, his eyes were blazing. I can't contain the sounds that leave me as I rock on what I now know is John B's mouth. He was greedy.

I couldn't get enough of JJ's eyes watching me. Like he wanted to eat me alive as I rocked on his friends face. I turn as Kie kisses my neck and I fist her hair, bringing her mouth to mine. She's startled but quickly turns her head to the side, slipping her tongue in my mouth. I look down, seeing John B's hand slip between Kie's thighs and curling two fingers inside her. I use my free hand to stroke her clit, her pleasure immediately becoming more important than my own. I open my eyes, watching JJ palm himself roughly through his shorts. Kie cries out as she cums and I feel myself on the edge of mine when JJ's gruff voice startles me.

"Don't let her cum." I huff in defeat as John B and Kie stop their movements, both leaving me, my body on the brink of exploding if someone didn't touch me.

"JJ, please." I begged, my thighs shaking as he approached.

'Please, what?" JJ asks, toeing off his shoes and letting his shorts his the ground. I swallow the lump in my throat as he frees himself from his boxers. It was long and thick against his stomach, begging for my mouth.

"Please fuck me. I'll do anything. Please." He opens the sliding door on the Twinkie and points at the vans floor as he turns back to me.

"Hands and knees. Now." I lift myself up on shaking legs and make my way over to him. I quickly position myself inside the van, my ass exposed to him. I jump when JJ slaps my clit with his cock then slides it through my slit. I felt like I was going to explode if he didn't fuck me. This was too much.

Finally, his hands grab onto my hips just as the thick head slips inside me then he thrusts forward. I cry out, almost falling over onto my face if not for his hold on my hips. I'm so wet that he slides in and out with ease but I'm so worked up it almost hurts. I don't expect a gentle pace and he doesn't deliver one. His hands maintain a bruising hold on my hips as he fucks me hard, grunting with each push and pull. I literally felt like he was going to fuck my brains out. My scalp is suddenly on fire from him fisting my hair as he keeps fucking me brutally.

“Scream. I want to hear it.” JJ growls.

[a-gal-with-taste]

Flu-Season (Oneshot)

Summary: You stayed with him, partially because you know the stubborn man would mount an escape-attempt the moment someone looked away, regardless how close he came to hacking out his lungs.

You also stayed, because you loved the fool.

Tags: Sickfic, banter, humor, established relationship, young!Silco, pre-canon, cuddling, Silco X GN!Reader, 1067 Word-Count

A/N: Quick-gift for a sick-friend, everyone is legally obligated to write @ink-and-dagger get-well card, and this is mine

There was something to be said about the stubbornness of man.

It was unshakable. Undaunted, rivelless, much to your chagrin, and ceaseless annoyance.

"Sit down," You commanded, lowly and eyes narrowed into blazing-slits, not so different from the deadly-edge of blades pulled from fires. "Sit. Down."

Taunting you silently, Silco braces his palms harder against the surface beneath him and raises an unimpressed brow when your tightly pursed-lips go bloodless. He swivels, enough to let his legs dangle over the cots-edge with a glint in his pale eyes, that is as-much rebellious, as it is feverish.

Opening his mouth, you expect he wants to make a grand-speech to christen his revolt against your order.

Instead, he bursts into a coughing fit.

"Idiot." 

Another harsh length of coughing, when the Son of Zaun tries to deny the accusation.

"Dumbass," You chided tiredly, walking forward with one hand releasing the thickest blanket you found to push back on his shoulder, unsympathetic to the familiar coughs, and unaffected by the insulted-look he gave you when you nudged him again. "Hey, no one told you two to take a dive in the river-"

"It was that, or arrest," He insists in a rasp, looking at you incredulously. "Would you rather be dealing with Enforcers for our release?"

"Honestly, I'm debating whether or not to turn you in myself, let them handle you."

"Such loyalty, darling," He said with an eyeroll, apparently using the last of his strength to perform it. The next push had him bouncing back onto the bed, an action that left his sweaty dark-locks in a damp halo around his head, and a drawn-out whine slipping from his mouth.

Smothered quickly, when you tossed the comforter over his body and face.

"Yeah, loyal enough to assure the rebellion doesn't end in a cough and a whimper," You sigh, allowing him to settle, albeit grumpily, before you give his body another firm push. Deeper into the already-thin mattress, and further to the side. “I’m also loyal enough to make sure you don’t go-running. Scoot.”

“I wouldn’t run-”

“You’ve tried to escape. Six times now.”

“Because this is humiliating. Uncalled-for. A blight on my reputation-!”

The very instant he tried to raise his voice, in response to rising ire and indignation at the insult of being tended to, he burst into another coughing fit that you watched flatly. Such dramatics had become the norm in the last couple days, as a dip into the cold-waters of Pilt had transformed a simple annoying cold into a full-fledged bout of flu, that seemed to strike at the Son of Zaun with a vengeance. 

The fourth-time he tried to sneak out on patrol, shivering, sweating, wheezing, and looking so-absolutely pathetic, that you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

But you stopped sympathizing at the third-attempt to leave his bed. 

“Save your breath. Move over.”

Silco possessed a glower that would send most Pilties quivering in their boots and heels, but the slight pout to his lips, paired with his huddled-position under the comforter, made it difficult to take him even remotely seriously. Thankfully, he realized this for himself, and wasted only a short uncoughing sigh before shifting, relieving some room onto the mattress for you to sit down on.

“Your immunity is preposterous. How are you not sick?”

“Too smart to get sick. You, however, jumped into a river.”

“Again. It was that or an arrest.”

You doubted that was the only two options, but it mattered little at this point. Nudging off one boot, toeing off the second, you soon reclined back on-top of the comforter with a lingering sigh. “Keep-on telling yourself that, champ,” You murmured, reaching over to pat the top of his head, patronizing despite the deepening-scowl it earned you.

When you tried to pull your hand away, a weak, but steady set of fingers locked around your wrist, thumb tapping out a thoughtful beat on your pulse as your eyes slipped closed, basking in the near-domesticality after a day of playing the role of two.

As much as you could.

Despite your efforts, no one could replace the headache, the whiny-baby, the absolute buffoon that was the man who was supposed to be resting beside you.

The very same man who didn’t know how to shut up and save his breath, evident by his croak, “You don’t have to stay with me.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“I do,” Opening your eyes, you tilted your head until your cheek rested on the mattress, eyes finding his hazy, thoughtful and quickly-tiring green gaze. “And besides that, besides how infuriating you are, I want to stay with you.”

Because, stubborn as he is, only Janna-knows what the fool would attempt to do without a guard to watch over him to quash any escape attempt.

You also loved him. 

As if reading your mind, those green-eyes slipped closed as a faint, resigned smile bloomed onto his face, coaxed out by your hand lowering to cup at a fever-heated cheek. “So sweet to me.”

“You don’t deserve it,” You assured him, half-joking. “Not after jumping into a river.”

“Vander jumped too.”

“So maybe I should go cuddle-up with him then-” The threat, again only half of a joke, was thwarted-immediately by Silco turning over over, enveloping you in body and comforter as his arms pulled tight around you, squeezing when you grunted out his name in surprise.

“Don’t you dare,” He murmured, pressing you tighter against him when you shifted to get comfortable. It wasn’t all-that difficult, even if the fever from his body was quickly-seeping into the thicker layers of comforter and clothes, you found it easy to grow comforted in the man’s arms as his rasping breathes evened-out.

A good thing, because even as exhaustion wore him down into rest, the strength in his arms never-faded - you imagined you would be here a while. The thought made you sigh, but also smile wearily, as hand traveled up to smooth the dark-ink of his hair back, murmuring affectionately about how gross and sweaty it was to the now-napping man.

It was indeed, very gross, but nonetheless, you did not leave him.

Partially because you imagined the stubborn fool would still attempt a retreat upon awakening, despite clearly lacking the strength to make it anywhere beyond the room.

And also, because you loved him. As stubborn, gross, and idiotic as he was.

And even after a week after he was back on his feet, it was your turn to start coughing.

[happer08]

10 Minutes

okay bare with me, this happened bc my brain materialized this image of his sid holding the hem of his sweater in his mouth.

Realistically I knew better. I knew this was a bad idea, but I needed it. I needed him. Every game Sid set aside about 20 minutes for us, just another part of the weird superstitions he had. But tonight was a little different.

I needed Sid. Bad.

He emerged from the locker room into the tunnel in full gear minus his skates. The sweater, the pads, all of it. He had a broad smile on his face like always. I leaned on the wall near the back of the tunnel, watching him as he shuffled toward me a little.

“Hi, my love,” he practically cooed the closer he got.

My knees went weak just for a second before I braced myself against the wall. Confusion and panic washed over Sid’s calm features before I smiled, and it melted away.

“Hi Sid,” I pushed off the wall, kissing him gently, grabbing fist fulls of his sweater, one hand just under the C on his chest.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing his fingers through my hair. His large body caged me back to the wall.

“Sid,” my voice broke. “I…” I started.

“Use your words, baby,” he insisted, his hazel eyes soft but intense, his thumb brushing over the apple of my cheek, a gentle gesture that he started on our first date.

“I need you sid.”

“Can you wait till we get home?” he tried to change the tone of his voice, so it didn’t give him away, but the noise he made when I pushed my hand under his sweater did it for him.

I drug my nails over the thermal he had under his pads, feeling his skin twitch under my touch.

Sid trapped his bottom lips between his teeth, and a deep groan vibrated between us.

“I just need 10” I got on my tippy toes whispering in his ear, nibbling his ear lobe.

Sid's jaw set, and he grabbed my arm, pulling me into an empty closet, closing and locking the door behind him. Leaning back on it for good measure, he looked at me as I fumbled with his sweater before dipping my hand into his hockey pants.

Sid was already hard when my fingers brushed his cock, wrapping my fingers around him and gently starting to stroke. Sid clenched his jaw, leaning his head back on the door; his breathing sped up quickly.

“You said 10 minutes,” he choked out gruffly.

“I did,” I smiled, sinking to my knees pulling his hockey pants down just a little with me.

He moved, putting the hem of his sweater between his teeth, holding it out of the way, and I sped my hand up a little more.

“No patience,” I chuckled, moving closer to him.

Keeping his sweater between his teeth, Sid leaned his head back on the door again, closing his eyes tightly. The sweater helped to dampen the sound that escaped his lips.

Moving his pads more, I tapped the tip of his cock on my tongue, feeling him throbbing in my hand. I moved my lips around the tip of his throbbing cock listening for the all too familiar hiss that escaped him.

Slowly I took him deeper into my mouth, trying to stay quiet so I could hear the noises he was making.

Sid groaned a lot louder than I expected, hammering his fist against the door as the tip of his cock edged the back of my throat.

“So fucking wet,” he hummed.

I looked up and watched Sid's head fall forward, his dark eyes fluttering open as I continued to suck deeper and deeper, the hem of his jersey trapped between his teeth.

I choked on him briefly as my eyes started to water. Sid’s hips shuttered slightly as I kept going.

Pulling back, I spit on his cock, stroking over his tip with my hand watching Sid's chest rise then fall quickly. even with his eyes closed, sid looking blissfully out of it, one of my favorite things to see.

Wrapping my lips around him again, I took him as deep as I could, choking again before focusing my lips and tongue on his throbbing tip.

“close close close,” he basically chanted, his words muffled by the sweater hanging from his lips.

I didn’t stop feeling Sid twitch and throb before cumming down my throat with a loud groan. Slowing down, I kept him in my mouth till he was finished leaving me to pull off.

Leaning in, I kissed the bottom of his stomach, between the base of his cock and his belly button, listening to him pant. His sweater fell from his mouth as he worked to catch his breath. With shaky hands, he fixed his gear as I pressed a few kisses to his neck before one against his lips. I cupped his face, pulling his lips against mine, pressing my body against his. He hummed, and after fixing his gear, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. Sid pressed a few more gentle kisses to my face before pulling away and looking at me; he ran the pad of his thumb across the rim of my swollen bottom lip. He looked at me, his eyes glancing over my features, admiring me almost.

“We’re going straight home after the game,” he informed me.

“Yes, sir,” I spoke with a hint of a laugh in my voice.

[witch-hazels-musings]

I'm curious of how characters would use their visions in the bedroom 👀 Like, Kaeya would totally do temperature control stuff.

Could I request headcannons or narratives for how Diluc and Albedo would use their visions for your pleasure? (or for theirs 😳)

Note: I believe vision can only be used when they are in the possession of the person they were gifted to ( primary reason: Diluc giving his away - if anyone could have used it he would have given it to his father, and if he didn’t really need it to use his vision, he wouldn’t have taken it back ) 

Warning -> slightly funny? 18+ OMG PLEASE RESPECT THE 18+! NS_FW!!!! ( foreign penetration, voyeurism (Alb), burning clothes, no injury, held against wall (D), orgasm denial, foreplay, hydro bondage, hydro foreplay, voyeurism (C)) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

( okay … so this one is gonna be the strangest one I’ve ever done?, and I’m apologizing right now for it --- i’m literally so embarrassed, ima hide under my desk DONT JUDGE ME T.T )

Includes: Albedo (i’m sorry), Childe, Diluc 

Albedo

A vision in the hands of Albedo is a tool for many uses - he sees it less as proof of his power and more of a means to an end  - it’s an extension of what he has available and he’s learned to adapt it to any possible scenario 

Now he’s learned there are ways he can use it to satiate you while he continues to do his work - and, if he’s feeling especially devious, inquisitive to the point of combustion, he may just watch 

“Alb--bedo …” You adjusted, legs pressed together so intensely that you thought you might break your kneecaps. Shaking hands gripped onto the closest thing they could while you did your best to stay seated just where he placed you. 

“Try not to move too much, it will alter the drawing.” He sat with his leg resting over his thigh, the large sketchpad he had propped up there was bouncing vigorously as his hand ran across the paper. The pencil, when you could see it through your blurry vision, was dancing across the parchment in unbelievable speed as if to capture what was before it. 

The vibrations that shook your body seemed to fluctuate from intense stimulation to slow, steady pulsations. Every dip in frequency allowed you room to breathe, your hands moved to your face, teeth bit onto your fingers as your hips rocked against nothing as they sorrowfully tried to help you get off. 

“Be-do, please …” You whined, eyes glossing over as you looked at him. Did he laugh, did he smile at you, how heartless could he get. Under your rippling vision, you saw how it glowed brighter and richer in color, and yet, as if you didn’t comprehend its meaning, your hands flew down to grab onto the chair while the resonating stimulation grew between your legs. “Ah!” You slid further into the chair, your head resting on the back of the chair as your fingers gripped and pushed against the edge of the seat. Arching your back, lifting your legs up onto your toes you couldn’t help the moans and pants that fell from your mouth at an unreasonable pace. 

“Hold that pose.” Albedo’s voice was calm even if the speed at which he turned the page wasn’t and, as you gazed at him you couldn’t help but lose your mind at the way he observed you. The intensity of it was so powerful that even though you knew he wasn’t inside of you, it felt like he was. 

You crashed like a runaway cart into your orgasm, it shook you to your core, and even though you were screaming moments ago all that came out now was a high-pitched whimper. Deep breaths were all that you could take as you clenched around the object Albedo had placed inside of you, it was so hot that you started to pull at your shirt, and soon your hands found their way to the spasming place between your legs. 

Albedo’s voice suddenly sounded much closer to you, his lips pressing to your forehead while his hand rested on the one you had near the object. “You did excellently, but I’d like to see more of you if I could, will you assist me again?” 

In your dizzy haze, you glanced at his bright eyes and with a gaping, air-sucking mouth, you gave your reply. 

 Childe

There was no need to keep his skills at manipulating hydro out of everything that he did, why would he when he was so beyond capable at making it do exactly what he wanted. Whether that be from creating blades out of it, spears in its likeness, or even shackles to hold people down - he was learning just how versatile water could be 

How could he not give everything he’s ever wanted to try to his partner who had shown him on multiple occasions a level of trust he knew he didn’t deserve, and a willingness to let him do what he wanted -- you always gave him permission, and you were doing it even now 

Your back arched as his hands slid under your pants. The way he touched you so perfectly made your vision go dark before lighting up under the stars. As soon as he put pressure right where you needed it, fingers bending and flexing to let you know how much control he had over you, the sound of pleasure and excitement that slipped from your mouth gave him access to the tongue inside of it. 

He played with you, toyed with the tightness in your stomach. Every time you were about to break under his stimulation he pulled away just to watch how much you’d whine. 

“Childe, please …” You shifted under him as he slowly, painstakingly began to remove your clothes. Each layer, every article which fell to the floor next to the bed felt like an eternity in your sinful sentence. The way his hands ran down your legs as he slipped off your pants, the sensation of his gloved fingers trailing down the center of your chest as he watched the way you squirmed and grabbed at his arm - he was enjoying it all and he had barely done anything to you yet. 

“I’ll give you exactly what you need, remember,” He pressed his lips to your neck, your collarbone, and in the center of your chest before continuing, “If you want to stop, tell me immediately.” You nodded your head and he sealed your promise with a passionate kiss. 

In no time, he had you exactly in the state he wanted you, his eyes observing the beauty and perfection that lay before him and as your own gazed longingly, eagerly back at him, you noticed how his vision began to hum. It pulsed like a glowing heart and in your curiosity, you reached your hand for it only to find it was impossible. 

Tilting your head, you noticed there was a stream of water around your wrists. Funny, you couldn’t tell that your skin was wet at all. That’s when a new sensation began to work its way up to your legs and when you looked down to investigate, you noticed a swirling blue like rope beginning to creep its way further up your body. 

“What’s …” The smile that stretched his lips and seeped into his dangerous eyes made it so hard for you to breathe. Your heart pounded in your chest, your stomach rippled with excitement, and the build-up in your body began to increase so much you were sure he was going to make you orgasm just from his stare alone. 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah, ready for wh-AH!” The flowing water reached your ache. The wetness of it made your body nearly seize as he worked its way into you. The moans and cries that left your burning throat were so loud you were sure someone was going to hear you. Desperately, you wanted to cover your mouth but your wrists were still locked above your head so instead, you tried to bite your lip but that only sealed in so much noise. 

“My, how adorable you look like this.” Childe hummed, his hand moving to stroke your chest as he leaned down to pepper kisses against your throat. “Let’s push a little further, what do you say?” 

The girth of the water increased and no amount of self-control was capable of holding back the scream released from your body. Your feet struggled against the mattress, futile attempts to assist you in raising your body off of the mattress came with frustrated huffs and whines in your throat. You called out his name and soon you heard the sound of rattling metal. 

“Damn, I made myself jealous.” Suddenly, all the water around your body ran down your skin and before you could understand what was happening, Childe positioned himself above you and worked at finishing what his hydro vision started. 

Diluc

He usually has so much more control - he had to learn in order to survive, but there were times, there were moments when all he knew was instinct and all he could do was feel 

With you, these moments came up more frequently than he would have ever anticipated - there is no switch to turn himself off when he gets lost in your body. You learned to never get him so worked up while his vision still rested at his hip (things were bound to burn) 

He backed you into a wall, his fever to have you was apparent by the intense way his hands ran over your body, tugged at your clothes, manipulated your hands with his. He was almost like another person, a delusion of himself. There was no way you could have known riling him up would lead to this and while it was incredible, the ferocity of him, the unreserved nature that he was capable of showing, it was also incredibly hot. 

“Diluc wait -” You tried to reach for his vision but his hands plastered yours to the wall. His lips claimed any part of your skin that they could and the pressure of his body against you, the feeling of his growing and dangerous erection crushing against your stomach made every rational thought in your brain fall to the floor he hardly let you touch. 

His strength always shocked you. For someone so thin it was often hard to remember that he was capable of it - even though you watched him fling his claymore around like it was nothing, even though on countless occasions he lifted you like you were a freshly sprouted plant; how deceiving his true abilities were to you and everyone else.

Your clothes began to cling to your body. The sweat dripping down your back, in between your legs, your neck all made you wildly informed his vision was active. You didn’t even need to see how it burned like a beating ember to know he was calling on its ability. He let go of your hands and began to work himself out of his jacket, undo his vest, and any other article of clothing he could all the while his mouth kept yours occupied. 

The heat from his tongue was near scalding, how was he able to let this fire seep through every single part of his being - was he not experiencing it too? When his chest was exposed, your hands ran over his rippled torso and the question you just asked yourself was answered as you felt how slick he was becoming. 

You pulled him closer, the resulting action making his body come into immediate contact with yours and the feeling of his cock digging into the soft and sensitive area between your legs made you burst in exclamation. Your head landed on the wall, hands slid around the hem of his pants and gripped so tightly onto them his hips pushed further into you. 

“It’s hot, it’s so hot.” You panted, gazing at him and hoping that your words made sense. Your body was hot, everything was hot, but while you wanted him to alleviate the heat, you hoped he’d remove one primary cause of it.  

Pinning your hands above your head, he quickly began to work on your pants. He wasted no time undoing the buckles and buttons that kept you clothed and as he helped you remove them there was a distinct smell filling the air. When you looked down, the fabric was starting to burn even with you still in it. 

“Diluc! Hold-ah!” Struggling against him, you began to shake your lower body and in his complete daze, he slowly came back to realization. In an instant, he let go of you and grabbed the nearest item to him to put out the flames. He was on his knees, his black shirt tightly wrapped around your chard pants afraid that if he didn’t keep it there the flames would get worse. 

“Y/N … I cannot apologize enou-” Your laughter cut him off, the expression he shot up to you was one of mass confusion as he searched for understanding. 

“If I had known you were going to burn my clothes, I would have teased you without them.” He shook his head and tried to apologize again, his eyes dropping to your legs, assessing them for any damage. “I’m fine, you didn’t burn me.” 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his cheek pressing against your stomach as he held onto you tightly. Chuckling, you rested your hand on his hair and began to caress him, the soft movements reassuring him until he composed himself again and lifted back to his full height. Looking at his face, you could tell he was nervous, so you lifted onto your toes to give him a kiss of redemption. 

“Next time, let’s leave this,” you reached for his vision and easily removed it from his pants, “out of the action. What do you say, hot-stuff?” His eyes narrowed at your nickname but agreed to your suggestion anyway. 

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( no one is tagged because I am too embarrassed to do that! )