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[silkadora]

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[2tarbell]

TRAILERPARK!RAFE letting reader play dress up in his clothes ‘cause he knows his girl loves fashion and modeling. if he could he’d buy her all kinds of expensive things to wear, but seeing her in his shirts was just as mind reeling.

“whaddaya think ‘bout this one?” her voice gentle and airy, posing seductively and playfully under his intense gaze.

it was just such a sweet sight.

the way the fabric of his nicest button up swished at her thighs. the way the sleeves fell well past her hands. jesus christ. rafe sips his beer as he trails his gaze up her exposed legs, smirking at the goofy smile on her face.

he pretended to think over the question. the answer is easy: she is gorgeous, she always is. rafe just enjoyed winding her up.

“hmf, dunno... why don’t you gimme a spin?”

“rafeeee—“ she whined, feeling embarrassment (even though this was her idea) creep up her spine.

the thought of spinning for him, showing herself off for his cerulean eyes to appreciate all of her, made her heart pick up speed in double time.

“c’mon, do a spin f’dad, baby,” that low voice, commanding and comforting, always got to her. with an encouraging nod of his head and that sexy little smile on his pink lips, reader really had no choice.

with a playful pout, she spins around. the shirt lifts slightly and shows off the edge of her panties. the little show makes rafe adjust on the worn couch, man spreading further to accommodate the throbbing length of him, already half hard.

he’s ready to grab her and bend her over the couch. hell, he was ready two outfits ago. but her smile and cute poses rendered him soft. just not between his legs.

her sweet voice mumbles about having ‘jus’ one more, daddy’ and rafe needs a cigarette, now. his knee is bouncing incessantly but he nods and tries to will himself to be a little more patient.

but when she shyly steps out of their bedroom minutes later, sporting a pink lace lingerie set he’s never seen before, he freezes and drops his pack on the floor.

his mouth is suddenly very dry, “god—damn…”

reader is holding her arms behind her back, shuffling slightly as she gauges his reaction. she spent a little extra on the set to spoil him; he deserved it and more.

“d’ya like it, daddy?”

rafe whistles and leans back further, raking a hand through his grown out buzz cut. his eyes can’t seem to focus on one thing. from her batting lashes, cleavage pushed together from the bra, and the way the underwear straps are sitting on her hips, he more than likes it.

“shit, baby, s’uh— the— the prettiest little thing‘ve ever seen,” he mutters dumbly, eyebrows kissing his hairline from his wide eyes.

she giggles and pushes some hair away from her face. he huffs out a chuckle at her adorableness and beckons her closer with a crooked finger. she pads around the coffee table and stands in front of him. having her now in front of him makes rafe feel like he won the lottery. nah, any amount of cash was dull in comparison to her.

“you’re jus’… gorgeous,” a press of his lips to her hipbone. her hands immediately find purchase in his hair, now grown out enough to give her something to hold onto. the realization of the passage of time made her smile.

“yeah?”

“hell yeah.”

his hands pulls on her hips, urging her to come to closer. she climbs into his lap nimbly and straddles him. their bodies immediately settle together comfortably from nights spent in this position and many more. his firm bulge presses eagerly between her legs and he pulls her closer by the small of her back, leaving her to arch into him.

the friction and weight of her makes his brain feel fuzzy with want, want, want.

“seriously, i— i’ve never seen somethin’ as beautiful as you, sugar. takin’ my damn breath away, jesus…”

his gravelly praise and appreciation of the outfit makes her feel flush, a pleasant haze bathing her senses.

her smile is bashful as she leans in for a kiss. rafe hums as her lips meet his and her hands slide up his chest, the warmth of her palms felt through the fabric of his shirt. nipping at her bottom lip until she smiles, and he uses the moment to slide his tongue into meet hers. nothing has really ever felt more right in his life. at least until she mumbles her next words against his lips.

“daddy… wanna take a picture f’ya wallet?”

big thank u @fae-of-prey for helping with this!!!!!!💝💝

[sunrisesfromthewest]

Playing Hard To Get Pt 3

Summary: After that night at the precinct the sexual tension between you and Armando increased ten times more causing him to come up with a clever way to keep you from running away.

Warnings: Smut +18 | Rated R Language and Actions| Handcuffs | Office Sex | Gagged | Fingering | Use of Restrains | Clit and tit loving | Fucked Against table and Wall | Hair Pulling | Barely Proofread

Previous Part: Pt2

Time seems to fly by after that night at the precinct and since then your focus has been on all the new cases.

Hense why you haven't noticed Armandos predatory eyes watching your every move throughout the week.

At the moment your attention was focus on finding a very important file but with a frustrated sigh you push away from your desk and turn your attention to the ceiling.

“Still ain’t have no luck finding that Leoni file.”

Swiveling your chair towards the hearty voice, you see Marcus gazing at your computer screen with mild interest.

"Yeah, that file is about as old as you and Mike." you say giving him a teasing smile. Marcus stares down at you for a moment before releasing a very sarcastic laugh.

"I see your ass got jokes."

Shaking your head in amusement at his annoyed expression, you turn your attention to Mikes baritone voice and approaching figure.

"What you two bobble heads over here talking about?"

"Something that your elderly light skin ass could help me with." you sassed, moving forward to double check your information on your note pad.

"Y'all young folks disrespectful as hell."

Hearing the light snickering from the squad had you biting at your bottom lip to contain your laughter.

Pausing to take a sip of his big gulp Mike sends Marcus a look before smacking his lips loudly with a mischievous grin.

"And that's too bad cuz I was just about tell you where that file was at."

Groaning you glance up at the older man, already knowing he wasn't going to give the information to you without trying to cut a deal.

"What do you want?" you ask, while gazing at him with hesitant eyes.

"Lunch is on you."

Frowning your eyes shift back to his and your blank computer screen before releasing an agitated sigh.

"Fine but y'all not finna be blowing up my phone tryna add extra food."

Watching the two men give each other a devious smirk, they walk away from your desk.

"Hey! Where's the file!"

"In the old records room!" Mike answered, entering the break room with Marcus hot on his tail.

Standing up from your desk, you shifted your red dress back down your browns thighs and make your way to the records room.

"Go ahead and write down what y'all want, I'll grab lunch after I get this file." you announced, sending Armando a pointed look since he always tries to give you his order last minute.

"Prefiero comerte el coño en lugar , princesa. (I'd rather eat your pussy instead princess)"

Seeing the shocked look on Kellys face had you raising your brows, but you don't stop to question his comment.

Smirking Armando briefly shifts his attention to Kelly who looks at him with a wrinkled nose before moving his brown eyes back to your retreating curvy form.

Walking down the small flight of stairs, you spot the room a couple of steps ahead of you.

"They really need to transfer this stuff to the online records." you muttered, sticking your pad in your bra and twisting the handle of the door.

Standing there a few seconds in disbelief you twist the knob again only to grumble when the door doesn't even budge.

Glaring at the keyhole, you look around to see if anyone was watching before leaning forward while slipping a bobby pin from your dress pocket.

To immersed with trying to pick the lock, you failed to notice a familiar Latino man walking your way.

"I swear if they planned this to get more foo-"

Pausing at the sound of a low whistle, you flip your hair back to see Armando leaning against the opposite wall with a dimpled smile.

"A stripper and a little criminal.... what else you been hiding from me detective?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." you replied, turning back to the lock and smiling after hearing a small click.

Turning to him you open the door and send him a smug look before entering the room. Pushing off the wall amused, Armando entered the room behind you, "I'll keep that in mind."

Not replying you pull the small pad from your bra and flip through it to double check the id number for the case file.

Heels clicking against the floor your eyes move around the room in search of the correct file cabinet.

"Is there something you need to get out of here too?" you questioned, missing the sound of the door closing with a click.

Finding the cabinet, you open it and began to search through the packed drawer.

"The last time we were together.... alone, I remember you left those behind princess." he commented, spotting the way your hand stops at the sight of your thong stuck between the files.

Alarmed you peer at him with wide eyes as he draws closer to you with a dark expression.

"Now ever since you left me high and dry, I've been using these as a way to get off."

Shocked you just stand their sucking in air like a dying fish, mind trying to come up with a coherent sentence.

"Hmm.......Cats got your tongue, mami?" he stated, snatching up the material from the abandoned file cabinet.

Snapping out of your stupor you maintain eye contact while backing away from his approaching form.

"Glad to see that you enjoyed yourself." you joked but stop when you run into a hard surface.

Laughing at your comment, Armando reaches you with a wolfish grin while watching you slide onto the 'desk' to create distance between him and you.

"All you been doing is running that smart mouth of yours and running away," pausing he drags a hand down the small opening of your dress top," And if I'm being honest mami...I'm done chasing you."

Shivering from his light touch, you give him a grin of your own, "Then why do you keep doing it?"

The next words that come out his mouth completely throws you off.

"How's your wrist?" he asked, shifting his gaze down to your manicured hands.

Blinking up at him with a quizzical expression, and a quick glance down at your healed wrist.

You look back up at his now lustful eyes, confused, "It's fine but why do you as-"

Before you could finish you feel cold metal hugging your skin and the ghostly touch of Armandos stealthily hands. As quick as you could react you began to frantically tug at the metal restrains and take in that what you thought was a 'desk' is actually an old slick interrogation table.

"Armando the fuck you got going on!" you fumed, pulling at the restraints more.

Moving closer he spreads your legs causing you to freeze as the cool air hits your damp covered center.

"Armand-do what are you doing!"

"Claiming what's mine and teaching you a lesson." Armando whispered, running his hands over your center. Jumping at his touch you try to move back but he just pulls you closer by the chain of the cuffs.

"The more you run the longer I'm keeping you in these cuffs." he growls, voice becoming low and accented. Gasping loudly at the feeling of him pressing down firmer against your clit, you breathe out a response and trap his hand between your thighs.

"We can't......someone migh-"

Once again you were cut off but this time, he stuffed your mouth with your thong.

"Problem solved. Now open your legs."

Shocked that he just gagged you with the soft material you don't catch his words but the feeling of him quickly sliding your panties down with his free hand does.

"You practically dripping baby, and we haven't even got to the fun part." he mutters sliding the material past your heels and into your mouth to ensure you want make a sound.

Mouth completely stuffed, you stare at him aroused and with dilating pupils as you start to drool from the way your mouth is stretched open.

"You're so pretty when you allow me to give you what you need, Y/N."

Dark eyes running down your face he moves a hand forward to wipe at your mouth before trailing the same hand towards your throbbing center.

Feeling the pressure on your clit had you closing your eyes from the sensation, making him stare at you with a smug expression.

"All this time you been fighting against what your body wants," pressing down harder he moves his thumb in a circular motion, "I know you been craving my touch princess."

Hips shifting forward your eyes remained closed as you released moans muffled into the now damn material.

"Tossing that thong at me and then running away was the third straw." Leaning forward, he began to trail hot kisses down your exposed neck while speaking to you.

Shivering from his words, you feel yourself become even wetter as he continues his motions on your clit while slipping a few fingers inside you.

"Now look at you.... pleasuring yourself with my hand."

Throwing your head back, your body shivers as he pumps his fingers faster inside of you which makes you tug at the restrains with pleasure.

"You're taking this so good Y/N.....I thought you would at least put up a fight." Armando taunts, placing a hand on your lower back so that you wouldn't run from his fast pace.

Groaning you slightly open your eyes to peer at him but moan more when you see his lustful gaze watching your every expression.

Clenching around his fingers, you blink drowsily up at him as you feel a familiar pit form in your stomach. Wiping away the drool from your mouth he gives you a fake pout, "I know baby.... your close."

Hiking your shaking legs around his waist to anchor yourself, you pull him towards you with pleading eyes.

Moistening his lips with a swipe of his tongue, he slows down his movements and leans down to your ear.

"Is it too much, baby......you want me to stop." he whispers, slipping his hand out and watching you attempt to protest as he stops you from reaching your high.

Whining at the withdrawal of his hands, you glance away as frustrated tears run down your face.

“You been playing with me for months…. did you really think I was going to let you get off that easy.” Placing his wet fingers into his mouth, Armando grabs your chin and maintains his gaze with you while releasing a satisfied hum.

“I didn’t know you could be so…..sweet.”

Rubbing your thighs together, go to speak but remember that you’re gagged. Seeing this he shifts his attention to your mouth, “Got something to say, mami.”

Nodding your head, you tilt your head up so he could remove the material out your mouth.

“You look so pretty tho.” He commented, running his thumb over your wet bottom lip. Giving him your best ‘Hurry the fuck up’ look, you roll your eyes as he slowly pulls the material from your mouth.

Pushing the last of the thong out with your tongue, you take in a few deep breaths before you speak.

“If you’re not going to let me cum,then what’s the point of me being here?” you gasped out and attempted to wipe away the drool from your lower face.

“We’ll that depends on how you answer this question.” he replied eyes scanning your flushed body with desire and need.

Although you were intrigued you were feeling some type of way about being teased of an orgasm and handcuffed.

"Since I didn't get to cum, I think it's fair that I don't answer your questions." you snarked, shifting back on the table at the constant pulsing feeling between your crossed legs.

Crossing his arms he trails his eyes back up to yours and pick up on the shift of your attitude towards him," This how you want to play."

Not answering you flip your slightly disheveled hair over your shoulder and turn your attention to the silver cuffs dangling from your wrist. Unfolding his arms, he grabs your waist and flips you over to press your front against the cold hard surface.

"Arman-!"

"Tss. Tss. Don't try to talk now princess, I gave you a chance." he interrupted, scrunching your dress over your ass he gives it a hard smack while kicking your heeled feet apart.

Whining loudly from the smack, you try to move away but he just press his warm large hand down on your lower back and grinds his hard on against your dripping cunt.

Moaning your body moves with his naturally; logic and common sense going right out the door as your mind becomes clouded fully with want.

Noticing this Armando tilts his head back to get a good look at your wet cunt grinding against his covered member with eagerness.

"There you go baby, just like that." he groans, left hand moving to caress and spank your ass as you quicken your pace.

Panting loudly your drag your restrained hands onto the edge of the table in search of some type of leverage as the pleasure becomes intense.

Moving his grip back to your thick waist he pulls your bottom half slightly away from the table causing your heeled feet to dangle a few inches off the ground.

"I'm close Mando-please!" you rasped out as the rough material of his jeans and the sudden touch of his index finger pinching your clit sends flutters to your stomach.

Pulling your hair back he stares down at your half-lidded eyes with a coy smile, "Please what mami."

Running his hands between your wet folds he grinds against you harder at the sight of your slightly parted lips and begging tone.

"Please let me cum! I need it-I need you!"

Biting his lips he pressed his front against your back and tugs your hair to the side to suck at your neck while picking up the speed of his hand.

"You need me Y/N-Where do you need me baby." he breathed, tilting your blissed out face to look at him as he anxiously waits for your answer.

" Arman-I need yo!" cutting yourself off you moan out his name loud as your orgasm sneaks up on you and spreads throughout your body.

Whispering small words of encouragement in your ear he keeps his hands between your thighs while trailing kisses down your back.

Letting out small whimpers your body starts to come down from it's high but the moment you feel hot breath hit your pussy you freeze.

"You don't mind if I get a taste..."

Before you could protest his hot mouth glides across your soaked lips causing you to shudder and regrip your hands on the table as he drags his tongue against you.

Mouth dropping open you released a breathless moan as your senses becomes overwhelmed.

Pulling away from you with a pop Armando runs his rough hands along the backside of your thighs before standing back up to his full height with urgency.

"You got one more in you sweetheart." he asked, accent slipping as he unbuckles the front of his pants with the speed of a man on a mission.

Cuffs scrapping against the table as you push yourself up to stand on shaky legs you turn to face him with an unfocused gaze.

"You still want me." you heaved, leaning against the table for support while watching him stalk towards you with a broad grin.

"I been wanting you baby from the moment I saw you."

Wrapping his hands around your thighs he hoists you up and carries you to the open space by the bared window.

Laughing you place your cuffed wrist behind his head while dragging your nails down the nape of his neck. Leaning his firm body against your soft one he shifts your legs higher on his waist so that he can pull himself out.

"You ready baby."

Shivering at the sight of his long girthy dick, you lick your lips anxiously while nodding your head eagerly.

Smirking he rubs the tip between your fold in a teasing motion as he blinks up at you with desire, "You sure cuz once I have you Y/N... your mine."

"Then let this be my answer." you purred, pressing your lips against his moist ones in a sloppy kiss while racking your manicure nails through his short thick hair.

Groaning into the kiss Armando pulls you closer as he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes just the tip in.

Breaking away from the kiss, you tilt your head back as he begins to thrust into you while letting out a low groan.

"Gosh Armando." you moaned out as the feeling of him stretching you open sends a delicious tingle up your spine.

Clenching his jaw, he releases a small breath while maintaining a tight grip on your hips,"Fuck Y/N... not gonna last long with the way your pussy keeps gripping me."

Locking your legs around his waist tighter you shiver and grip his shoulders hard as he finds a fast hard rhythm. Grabbing your chin, he brings your full lips back to his in a searing kiss while groaning at the loud squelching noise coming from between your legs.

Breaking the kiss with a small wet pop, Armando starts to nip and suck on your bouncing breast with intense desire.

Whining loudly, you shift in his arms as you feel another orgasm creep up, but that seems to only encourage Armando to pound into you harder.

Unlatching his lips from your breast he mutters I knows into your neck as he starts to chase yours and his orgasm. Letting out a mixture of breathless moans and groans at the sensation of his nails digging into your ass as he begins to split you open.

And just like that, your peak sneaks up on you again which triggers Armando already frantic pound to go into overdrive.

Whining out your name, he cums deep inside of you while keeping a possessive grip on your fucked out form against his as y'all come down from an intense orgasm.

Warmth admitting from each other's skin seems to bring comfort and slightly relief while your bodies finally start to cool down from y'all's risqué activities.

"I guess I'll go out with you." you joked in a light tone.

Shaking his head, he looks up at you with that cute, dimpled grin, "The dick that good huh?"

"Don't act like you weren't swimming in this tsunami." you stated, smacking his chest playful as he carries you back over to the table while letting out a deep chuckle.

Whining as he slips out of you, you watched from the table as he opens one of the cabinet drawers and pull out a small bag of supplies.

With a gaping jaw you watch him set the bag beside you and pull out a few things to clean each other up with including the keys to the cuffs.

"Ohhh you sly dog......you set this whole thing up!"

"This was the only way I could get your stubborn ass to finally admit your feelings……and to traumatize Kelly.”

Pausing you turn to him confused,“What’d you say to Kelly?”

Meanwhile...............

The whole squad was to busy eating and working to notice the absence of two members who has been gone for a few hours…..everyone but Kelly.

Dorn watches Kelly picks at her food with disgust before sliding her plate away while releasing a frustrated groan.

“You good baby?”

With furrowed brows she shakes her head while massaging her temples with a sigh.

Catching the rest of the members attention they listen to Dorn ask her what’s wrong but the reply they received would’ve made anyone passing by think they were in the wrong department…..or police station.

“The thought of Armando eating Y/n out want leave my head!”

Authors Note🎙️:

Sorry it took so long I’ve literally been busy getting ready for the semester and guess what today my first day back so it’ll be awhile until I post.

😜But I had to make sure I leave y’all good and satisfied until I get back into a balanced schedule.(I think I out did myself 🤞)

Also,I do have that Mike Lowrey x reader typed up but once I get free time again I’ll post it.

Hope You guys Enjoyed and Stay Blessed💓💓

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[junkissed]

healing hands

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut, fluff, f2l, comfort sex word count — 2.3k synopsis — wen junhui: your best friend? check. roommate? check. now you can add "personal masseuse" to that list, too. warnings — description of female anatomy, mentioned that reader gets periods (but isn't on it in this fic), super soft dom!jun, fingering, breastplay, hand kink if you squint notes — requested by @jaemlonfz — this has been driving me insane every time i open my inbox so i hope now it drives you insane too :D if you liked this please be sure to reblog or send me an ask, feedback is super appreciated and helps me write more fics like this!

movie nights with jun are your favorite nights.

that is, they usually are.

usually you get to curl up in bed with your best friend for a sleepover, and despite the fact that you’re already roommates and you see him every night anyway, it still feels extra special. the snacks, the dimmed lights, watching movies into the late hours of the night until you fall asleep.

except tonight.

you groan and roll over onto your side with a humph, and jun shifts his arm around you with a frown. "something wrong?"

"think i'm about to start my period soon. my boobs have been so sore all day.” you whine, and he frowns again at your discomfort.

“would it help if you, like, massaged them?”

you glance up at him suspiciously. “what, are you offering or something?”

he shrugs, far too nonchalantly for someone who just offered to play with your boobs. he did just offer that, right? “i mean, if you want me to. or i could go get the heating pad instead.”

“i… alright, fine.” you push yourself back up into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard of your bed.

jun grabs the remote and mutes the tv as you tug your shirt off over your head, awkwardly trying not to make eye contact with him when you notice him staring.

you start to reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, but his hands quickly find yours and help you with it. the loose straps slide down your shoulders, and you catch yourself holding your breath as he pulls the fabric away and lets it fall to the floor, leaving you topless in front of him. 

your nipples are already hard, and you force yourself not to cover them instinctively. it’s not the first time he’s seen you naked, but it is the first time he’ll be touching you while you are, and it makes you shy.

he pulls his hands away and folds them in his lap, waiting until you nod before he gently cups your breasts in his palms. 

you have to fight the urge to shiver as he starts to massage your boobs, his fingers moving across your chest with tender yet deliberate motions. you let out a soft sigh and relax your shoulders, melting into the pillows. maybe it’s your hormones making you not think clearly, but he actually is giving relief to the ache in your muscles. the fact that your best friend is devastatingly gorgeous isn’t helping your case.

his slender fingers press into your sides, long nails scratching gently against your skin as he works. you’re sure he must be able to feel your racing heartbeat beneath his palm, but you ignore it and try to focus on the tingly feeling in your stomach instead.

he bends his knuckles, dragging the pads of his fingertips carefully across your chest and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

he brushes his thumb against your nipple and it makes you shiver involuntarily, and he has to resist the urge to press his whole face into your chest. at this point he can’t tell which one of you is enjoying this more, because to him this is a dream come true. getting to touch you, hold you, make you feel good.

he has to focus every ounce of his energy into not getting hard, because it's totally normal to give your best friend a very platonic boob massage, right? 

at least, that's what he tells himself until his hand squeezes you a little too hard and you let out the whiniest, most guttural moan he's ever heard in his life and instantly his crotch is stiff as a board.

your eyes widen in shock at the noise that escapes you, but for some strange reason you don’t feel embarrassed by it at all. if anything, you just want him to keep going.

he starts to pull away but you quickly put your hands on top of his, holding him in place against your chest. "don't stop. please? feels so good…"

"do— do you want…?" he stammers, and you cut him off with another soft moan.

you let go of his hands and after a moment he continues, letting him move wherever he wants across your body. you watch his eyes dart back and forth as if can't seem to decide what he wants to do first.

his palms glide over your stomach, creeping lower until his fingertips come to a stop at the waistband of your pajama pants.

"can i?" he asks in a choked whisper, looking up at you with a glazed look in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. you whimper out his name in response, lifting your hips to encourage him.

slowly his hand disappears into your pants, and you gasp as you feel his fingers glide over the warm skin of your stomach beneath your panties. he keeps his eyes on you the entire time, studying your reaction as he continues moving down.

he nearly falls off the bed in surprise when he finally finds your entrance, and your hand flies out to grip his wrist between your legs. "oh my god, you're so fucking wet—" he chokes out, adding pressure to his fingertips to draw another moan out of you.

he runs his fingers through your folds before tentatively pushing the tip of his index finger into you, watching as you lean back against the pillows and arch off the bed. "jun—" you gasp, squeezing his wrist tighter.

"stop?" he asks nervously at your reaction, and you nearly give yourself whiplash from how fast you shake your head no.

"don't stop touching me, please," you moan, lifting your hips up to grind against his hand. “fuck—please, jun.”

he positions himself beside you to get a better angle before cupping your pussy with his hand, letting out a groan as he feels your throbbing heat. you keep your hand on his wrist and he lets you guide him where you want him, pressing his finger deeper into you. you can't help the way your walls clench around him, whimpering as he slowly pulls his finger out before pushing it back in.

your grip on his hand loosens and he manages to work another finger into you, your cunt squeezing his knuckles and pulling him in.

“fuck, you're so tight… baby, spread your legs a little for me— there you go.” he coos when you cooperate, wordlessly following his instructions without even a second of hesitation. you try not to linger on the name he calls you but your body betrays you, clenching so hard around his fingers that he gives you a curious look and you have to pretend to be oblivious.

“you like that… baby?” he asks with a toothy grin, and you whine shyly, giving him all the information he needs. he curls his fingers upwards inside you and your legs try to clamp shut around him, but he just pulls them apart again and continues the motion of his fingers.

“just relax, baby. i'll take care of you,” he says softly, leaning over your body and bringing his free hand back up to knead your breast. within minutes he's reduced you to a whimpering, begging mess, and you’ve forgotten all about your soreness with his gentle hands caressing every inch of you. 

your breath catches in your throat and you can’t break your eyes away from the sight of his arm down the front of your pants, disappearing from view at the wrist. thick veins scattered across his forearm bulge with exertion, and you have the overwhelming urge to run your fingers over his arms and trace each and every vein.

he hums out your name, drawing your attention back up to his face. “can i kiss you?”

you can barely manage a nod, pulling him down to meet your lips in a searing kiss. his kisses grow deeper simultaneously as his fingers grow rougher, capturing your moans with his lips until it makes you dizzy.

his cock is aching, and if it were any other time he probably would’ve made some excuse and slinked off to his room to jerk off to the thought of you. but he’s so fixated on your body, lips pressed against yours and long fingers buried in your dripping cunt, his own pleasure is the last thing on his mind. he doesn’t care if he never gets off ever again, not when he has you laid out right here in front of him, making sounds better than he could have ever imagined.

he breaks away from you and you whimper at the loss, chest heaving with shallow breaths as he moves down your body to rest his chin against your stomach.

“would this make them feel better?” he asks as he looks up at you, tilting his head to press his lips against the side of your boob in a gentle kiss.

“already feels so good—” your hands fall down to hold his head, threading your fingers in his head in a futile effort to help. “jun, please, you feel so good.”

he smiles again and carefully wraps his lips around your breast, never breaking eye contact with you as he stares up at you laying on your stomach. his weight feels good on top of you, and his mouth feels even better. he flattens his tongue and runs it over your nipple, groaning against your chest.

finally his mouth leaves your breast, replacing it with his other hand as he adjusts his fingers, positioning his thumb against your clit and beginning to rub small circles. your hips buck upwards from the stimulation, but he pins you down to the bed with his elbow, his other hand still occupied with your breast.

“sit still, sweetheart,” he says with a short laugh, though his voice comes out significantly more breathier than when he last spoke a few minutes ago. “you’re gripping my fingers so tight. just relax for me.”

but his words only make you clench around him harder, a choked whimper leaving your lips. “close, jun— ‘m so close, please…”

he curls his fingers deeper inside you, his thumb pressing more roughly against your clit as he builds you up closer to your release. he can tell you’re right at the edge, can feel your wetness gushing around his fingers, and it only spurs him to keep going. “promise i’m gonna make you feel so good, ‘mkay? you can let go whenever you want, baby.”

it doesn’t take long before you’re crumbling in his arms, mouth falling open in a gasp as your eyes wrench shut and your body freezes. your hand tightens around his wrist but he keeps going, the gentle motions of his fingers carrying you through your orgasm and leaving you panting for breath.

every muscle in your body is tensed as he continues to work you until you fall into a second orgasm before the first has even fully ended. your body is covered in sweat as you writhe against his hand, your pajama pants sticking uncomfortably to your legs.

your cunt continues to pulse around jun’s fingers as they grind to a halt, blinking your eyes open as your vision gradually begins to return to you. you let out a shaky sigh and look up at him as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your pants.

“you feel better now?” he says. he starts to scoot away from you, but you whine and try to grab onto him to tug him back closer, and he pauses.

“wait, jun—”

“mm?”

your grip on his wrist is weak, but he lets you pull him back easily anyway. “can you, just… don’t go. please?”

his smile lights up the entire room, so bright that it outshines the light coming from the muted tv. he leans over to kiss your forehead, his lips as gentle as his voice. “of course. what do you need?” 

“you. a long, hot shower. but mostly you.”

he smiles again. “i can help with that. if you want me to.”

“why would you think wouldn’t i want you to?” you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, catching the way his eyes briefly glance down at your bare breasts but pretends he doesn’t.

he flops down on the bed beside you with a nervous giggle. “just giving you a chance to change your mind. i don’t know if you… nevermind.”

you pause, wondering what he was going to say. the lines of friendship are long gone by now, blurred by activities that feel too intimate to say out loud, but that small part of you is still worried about losing your best friend.

you run your thumb along the length of his arm, feeling the little divot on the inside of his elbow and tracing the grooves from his veins as you think carefully about your next words.

“do you—” you pause, wondering if it’s the right time or even the right thing to say. but with him, it’s a chance worth taking, so why not? you clear your throat before trying again. “will you sleep over? in here, with me?”

he smiles again, and relief washes over you as he leans over to press a tiny, gentle kiss to your lips. “i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else tonight.”

you grin into his kiss, squeezing his arm lightly. “good. because i owe you a massage now.”

“oh, really?”

you let go of his arm and reach up to rub your thumb along his cheek. “gotta return the favor somehow.”

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CASUAL / MY FAVOURITE BRA LIVES IN YOUR DRESSER / WE’RE NOT TOGETHER / YOU WONDER WHY I’M BITTER

c speaks ; this has been rotting in my drafts for so long omfg 😣 i needed to get something out so idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ also my writing makes me cringe so bad omfg i read this back in horror…… but whatevs 🙂‍↕️

wc ; 1.1k (short ik butttt)

warnings ; alludes to sexual content, almost smut, paige is an asshole, language

not spell checked n this is a draft so it’s not perfect yk ?? 😁

It was a saturday night – a long one at that. You were laid up with your girlfriend, no, casual hookup, Paige Bueckers. She called you up after their loss against Iowa state.

 “Yo, Y/N,” “Hello?” Your voice rang muffled through the phone, it was around 2 when she called. “We lost. You in the city?” You deeply sighed, “Yeah, for the weekend.” You rubbed your forehead in exhaustion. Not necessarily because you were tired but because you were at your wits end with Paige’s late night calls, but you weren’t innocent either as you always picked up and complied.

But, how couldn’t you? She had you completely wrapped around her finger. She knew you too well and knew exactly what to say and what to do, you were utterly captivated by Paige and there was nothing you could do to resist it.

She airily chuckled, “So, you like, tryna come over?” “Yeah,” You replied with little to no hesitation, “I’ll be there in 20.” You hung up almost immediately after the words left your mouth, you didn’t know why you accepted the invitation with such open arms. All your friends called you a loser for constantly beckoning at Paige’s call. It slightly took you by surprise when her contact had illuminated your phone screen, she hadn’t called in a while and according to her finsta posts it clearly didn’t bother her as much as it did you. 

You ruffled the clothes in your top drawer, trying to find the matching bra and panties that Paige liked. When you realized you were only looking for the set because she liked them it sent a wave of nausea in your stomach. You eventually gave up looking with a sigh because you couldn’t find it, you glanced at the time that read 2:15. You didn’t want to be late so you picked out another set and clothed yourself, spraying two extra sprays of your perfume and lotioning with the matching pair.

‘im omw’

‘k’

The dry response made your stomach churn. Maybe you read too much into things but, god, she really couldn’t have cared less about you. For a second, just a split second, you sat in your car, nearly sinking into the leather of your seats rethinking about even going. You knew if you didn’t she would most likely never call you up again and thinking about not feeling the soft pads of her fingertips against your face, your hips, your body, made your head whirl with emotion. So, instead of getting out of your car (which in retrospect probably would’ve been the right choice), you started it and started driving.

You paced in the elevator, biting at your lips and fixing your fresh makeup in the camera of your phone. You strolled down the hallway and knocked at her door and there she was in all her glory. Her hair was wavy from her signature braids and she was clad in black shorts and a white Nike sports bra. “Hey,” She breathed all while looking you up and down, you smiled back and caught yourself in a blush. She signalled for you to come in and so you did. You kicked off your air forces and she pulled you in by the waist – that touch that you constantly yearned for, the touch that you feared to never feel again. Your lips connected and the way she swiftly slipped her tongue in your mouth sent heat straight to your core. The kiss intensified and you were led into her bedroom being pushed down onto the bed. 

She pushed her bare knee in between your legs, both spreading them open and applying pressure where you needed relief the most. “Fuck, Paige more,” You moaned out, breaking the kiss and tilting your head back which gave you a semi-clear view in your peripheral of Paige’s phone lighting up in intervals of seconds. You tried to focus back at Paige and the way she was sucking dark marks on your chest but it kept happening. She picked up on it when she asked, “What's wrong, mama?” you paused between asking her a question you probably didn’t want the answer to, or just leaving it. Unfortunately, you picked the first option. “Who’s blowing up your phone?” Your tone shot out a lot more acrid than you’d like. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” She harshly laughed, going to reach for her phone. 

You propped yourself up on the white pillows behind you looking at Paige’s inquisitive face. “So? Who is it?” You asked with a tinge of frustration in your voice, and instead of her answering she just waved her hand at you in a ‘shoo’ motion. You took matters into your own hand and glanced over her phone, “Bro, what the fuck?” She quickly swiped her phone and stood up. You felt yourself choke up in your throat, you didn’t see much but from what you could see it was some initial you couldn’t make out and a bunch of unnecessary hearts beside it.

"Who is that, Paige?" you demanded, almost pleading for an answer. "We're not even together, so why does it matter so much? We agreed on no attachments." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Casual?"

"Casual is wild work considering you treat me like I’m your girlfriend or something," You started pulling your shirt back up, suddenly feeling the rush of exposure like a million eyes clinging to the bare flesh of your chest.

She let out a laugh at your pointed statement, "I don’t know what dreamland you’re living in, but I treat you like normal,”  

Your eyes widened as you pressed your hands against your forehead. “Normal? This,” you gestured between the two of you, “Is what you call ‘normal’? You’re fucking insane Paige.”

You were genuinely caught off guard and confused about where the lines had blurred between you and Paige’s casual hookup.

“It’s been working fine for a while, you just want to pick a fight for no good reason.” she accused casually. You struggled to meet her gaze, your eyes darting around the room until they landed on it– the bra to the matching set you had been looking for earlier. It dawned on you that your bra (and likely your panties) had been residing in Paige’s dresser for some time.

"Hello?" Paige waved her hand in front of your face, snapping you back to reality. "Is it so casual for you to keep my bra in your drawer? Is that casual enough for you?" You marched over and pulled it out of the slightly open drawer.

“I don’t understand why you’re so bitter about this. I called you to fuck, not console you about shit that doesn’t involve you. God, you’re just so difficult,” Paige followed you out of her bedroom as you walked out in front of her, pure disbelief took over your mind and body.

“Nice to know how much you care, Paige.” Grabbing your air forces, you lazily slipped them on and stuffed the bra into your pocket. You unlocked the door and bitterly walked out.

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cw. nsfw, afab!reader, threesome (f/m/m), voyeur!price, handjob, praise, degradation, male masterbation, creampies *not proofread, just pure horny

[I had a dream and I needed to write it 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️ also readers callsign is siren bc yes]

reblogs and comments are appreciated <33

MINORS DNI!!

sharing a room with your lieutenant and captain was a blessing and a curse. price was pacing around the room, phone in hand as he waited for a phone call. ghost sat leaned against the headboard which was now padded with extra pillows to 'stop the creakyness' as he says.

price ducked into the bathroom, voice softly filtered by the barely cracked open door. you're laying next to ghost, mindlessly drawing shapes on the bed with your fingers. you've had many intimate moments with ghost, his hulking presence reminding you of the way he held you, feeling all over you and pushing you to the edge of pure bliss. "oi siren, you're drifting." ghost smacks your forehead, eyes lidded and tired.

with price held up on the phone, you make your move. "can't help it when you look this hot." you throw your leg over his, straddling him. if you weren't holding his face in your hands, you would've missed how his face heated up at your words. his hands find purchase on your hips, dick twitching in his jeans when you move to run your hands all over his chest and shoulders. "why now, of all times, huh?" you can hear a few faint pops of threads ripping as ghost pulls your pants down your legs.

"just shut up and kiss me." he tuts softly before ultimately giving into both of your desires. your fingers fumble with his jeans, not bothering to fully tug them off before your hand wraps around his hardening length. his fingers dig into your hips, groans falling from his lips as you thumb at his leaky tip. you push against his chest, making him lean back so you can position your wet cunt over his twitching cock.

"careful sweets, don't hurt yourself." you hum quietly, grinding your slick heat over his throbbing length. without missing a beat, you sink down on him, sucking him in hungrily. a jagged moan leaves your lips, a pleasant burning coming with how ghost stuffed you full. ghost presses his lips to yours to keep you quiet, but the sounds of your cunt gushing around him gives away what's happening.

price merely glances through the crack in the door, his dick twitching and breath labored. he tries to focus on what laswell is saying but he's too distracted in the way you bounce yourself in ghosts lap, impaling your fluttering hole with his cock. ghosts grip on your hips is tight, thrusting up to meet your bounces halfway. ghost drinks in the way you lean into him, body weakening as his tip hammered into your sweet spot.

"you greedy little whore, taking my cock so well." your whining and shivering in his lap, letting him move you along his dick as he pleased. your kisses are sloppy, too blissed out to fully kiss him back. "go on slut, cum for me." his voice is hoarse, new waves of heat crashing over you as your cunt gushes around him. ghost slows down as he rides out both of your highs. his cum leaks out of you, thick and sticky.

"did you have fun, you little minx?" price is leaning against the door frame with his arms crosses over his chest. ghost lifts you off of him, looking over his captain as he eyed you. "a lot of fun captain, care to join us?" your turn to look at him over your shoulder, clambering off of ghost to sit on the bed next to him. "how do you want me, captain?" you pull your shirt over your head, your bra staps slipping from your shoulders.

price sucks in a breath, hands reaching for his belt. "hands and knees." his tone darkened, authority dripping from his words. you bit your lip, keeping your eyes on him as you turn around. "always knew you were a doggy style kind of guy." your chest is nearly pressed to the bed, displaying your messy cunt in all its sticky glory. "and you're already presenting yourself to me, how cute."

price doesn't give a warning before he plunges into you. starting with a quick pace right after entering you. each thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, burying your face in the sheets to muffle your moans. with a hand planted by your head and the other wrapped around your waist, price leans down against you. deep grunts reaching your ears as price slips in and out too quickly for your body to keep up with. "such a good girl, taking me so well."

price reaches for your bra clasp, tugging at it till it comes loose the material exposing your tits to the cool hotel room air. your nipples pebble with the new brush of air against them, sensitivity rising as price circled his fingers on your clit. ghost sat back, watching with desperate eyes as price pounded into you, giving you very little breathing room. your eyes seek out ghost, reaching for his hand.

you intertwined your fingers with his, your grip tightening each time price hit your sweet spot and pressed against your clit. senseless babbles left your lips as price all but used your body, chasing the high that was dangling in front of him. ghost palms his throbbing length, fingers twitching with each sloppy pump. "come on love, make a mess for me."

your body tightens, muscles tightening as each shaky thrust price handed to you, led you through the fog. ghost nearly whimpers as he cums, staining his hand with his mess. price presses in deep, spilling ropes of warm seed into your pulsing hole.

"don't think we're done yet, darling. I'm just getting started."

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heyy, so i read your harvey specter fics and im loving them so here is my request: prompt 14 from the comfort prompts and i would love for it to be spicy if thats possible ;)

ps: please never stop writing, im living for your fics

You absolutely can! And thank you so much :) I'm glad you enjoy them!

Prompts: Running a bath for or taking a shower with them after a long day (could be spicy 👀)

Rating: Explicit! 18+ Only - Minors, DNI, please

Warnings: Fingering

"It's nice to see you, too."

You don't grace his sarcastic greeting with a response. You just sink down onto his couch and kick your shoes off, tiredly drawing your legs up onto the cushions to lay out. You close your eyes, focusing on the low murmur of the music that Harvey has put on, and trying to put the hellish day out of your mind.

"You look like you need a drink," He comments.

"A drink would be appreciated."

"Big one?"

"Extra big."

"Yikes."

Your lips twitch with a feeble smile before it drops away again. You can hear the clinking of Harvey rummaging around in the bar cart, followed by the padding of his feet as he nears the couch. There's a moment of quiet before you feel him lifting your legs, then lowering them across his laps.

"Here."

You open your eyes just enough to see the glass that he's holding out for you. You take it and draw in a deep couple of gulps before you lower the glass, pushing a sigh out through your nose as you sink back against the cushions.

"You gonna tell me what happened?" He asks.

"No."

"Okay."

You can't help but smile a little at how quickly he drops the subject.

"How was your day?" You ask, opening your eyes.

"Oh, you know. Told Mike what to do, closed a deal, looked hot doing it."

You open your eyes, smile widening at the sight of Harvey's smug satisfaction.

"Just a run-of-the-mill Thursday for Harvey Specter?"

"You know it."

Harvey's gaze sweeps over you as he gently slides his hand over your shin.

"You hungry? I can order something."

You shake your head. "No, thanks. I ate at the office."

"Hope you expensed it."

"I did."

"Good."

He pats your leg before he gently lifts your legs off of his lap.

"Come on. Up," He urges, holding his hand out.

"What?"

"Up, let's go."

"Harvey, I am not in the mood for games."

"No game, I promise. Just come with me."

You hesitate before you set the glass aside, taking hold of his hand and letting him draw you up.

"What are we doing?" You whine, half-dragging your feet. Harvey leads you into the bathroom, switching the light on as he goes. You raise your brows, looking around and watching Harvey lean over his deep soaking tub and turn the taps on.

"You can't run a tub alone?" You tease. Harvey turns back to you, smiling.

"This isn't for me." He sits on the edge, grasping you by the hips and tugging you toward him. He untucks your blouse from your pants and lifts his gaze to yours as he undoes each of the buttons. You lift your arms as he urges the hem up and over your head. You toss it away, reaching back and undoing your bra as he leans in, pressing a kiss to your sternum. He works your pants and panties down, and you kick them away.

"You getting in, too?" You ask. Harvey stands, forcing you back a couple of steps. You reach out to undo his shirt, but he tuts softly.

"Ah, ah. You're not lifting a finger tonight."

You pout. "Even if I want to?"

Harvey chuckles, pressing a kiss to your jaw as he slides his hands down and over your bare ass.

"Well, if you want to," He murmurs.

--

"Feeling any better?"

You hum, shifting your body against his. You've felt the day's panic ebbing as you'd laid in the tub with Harvey, cuddled against his chest as his hands had lazily wandered your body.

"I'm feeling much better," You sigh, tipping your head back against his shoulder. "I didn't even know I needed this."

Harvey presses a kiss to your temple, sliding his hands up over your arms and resting his hands on your shoulders. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"You always know what I need, don't you."

"Of course I do," He murmurs. "I'm a genius."

"You are a very smart man."

"Genius."

"Clever, pattern-recognizing, handsome, smart smart man."

"Which an unncessarily long way of saying that I'm a genius."

"Harv, babe, no offense, but Albert Einstein was a genius. Are you trying to tell me that you're the legal version of Albert Einstein?"

"I think you'd be startled by the similarities."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Specter."

"You wanna see how much of a genius I am?"

"Right now? I'm not sure. I don't know if I can handle your brand of genius after the day I had."

"Oh?"

One of Harvey's hands drifts down over your shoulder, trailing tenderly against your neck before dipping down further. You bite your lip, shifting as he trails his fingers over your pebbling nipple.

"Still don't know if you can handle it?" He murmurs.

"Might not if, uh...If it keeps going this way."

"Might even go another way."

"Oh?"

"Mm. Further..." Harvey's fingers skate over your belly, smoothing over your hips before he teases over your mound. "South."

You press your face into his neck, spreading your legs just a touch wider.

"This feeling genius to you?" He adds. You smile.

"I'm thinking you might be on to something here, Spector."

"Oh?"

You open your mouth to retort, but the words die on your tongue as Harvey spreads your lips, teasing the pad of his finger over your clit. You ease into the touch, unable to help the way your movement causes a little bit of the water to slosh over the sides of the tub. Harvey nods as his stroke shifts to swiping over your clit.

You can feel the little knot of nerves and weariness that's been in your belly all day begin to unravel with Harvey's deft touches. It doesn't help that you've hardly seen him in the last two weeks, and that you've been so over-worked that your evening extra-circulars have been...On hold. Harvey's tried to tempt you—to talk you into midday quickies, or phone sex—but your focus has been so scattered that you haven't been able to give that amorous attention to him, or to yourself.

"Harvey," You moan.

"Mhm," He hums, sliding his arm around your shoulders and anchoring you against his chest. You reach back, reaching to slide a hand down between the two of you, but he tuts.

"Uh-uh," He shakes his head. "Don't even think about it."

"I wanna touch you."

"Later."

"Please?"

"If you're a good girl."

You shiver, hips jolting into his touch. Harvey gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze as his other hand begins to pick the pace up. You lower your hands down to his knees, nails digging into his skin as your hips begin to roll faster into his touch, and back against his hardening cock.

"I'm almost—" You try to warn, but Harvey just shushes you.

"I know, baby. It's been a long day. You've had too many idiots to deal with lately—present company not included."

You hiccup a laugh, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips rabbit into his hand, your pussy throbbing as you cum sharply. You sink back against him, boneless as you come down. You turn your head awkwardly, catching his lips in a kiss.

"Present company can't be included," You purr as you let your head settle on his shoulder again. "Cause you're a genius."

"I knew you'd come around."

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 25 (Pregnancy)

Kink: Pregnancy

Pairing: Male!Werewolf x Fem!Reader

Other Kinks: Fingering

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1135 words

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: This ended up being less of a pregnancy kink and more a smut piece where the reader is pregnant lol. Hope y'all enjoy nonetheless!

“Dear, please, I can take it off myself. I’m not that fragile.”

“Still,” Barrett whines, tail wagging low and forlorn behind him, “It’s gotta hurt! Can’t I aid my partner in pain?”

“Barrett, it's a bra.” You reach behind yourself, unhooking the garment through your t-shirt. “I’ve worn them since I was 9. I’m quite used to it.”

You had only put it on to go grocery shopping with your husband, swollen breasts now easily visible through most of your shirts. Even if it pinched a little more than usual, even though your healthy boobs shouldn’t be a problem, you were still too embarrassed to go in public without the bra. You decided being mildly uncomfortable for 30 minutes was worth it.

Barrett heavily disagreed.

“Let me massage you love. It looks so tight.”

You sigh as you slip the straps off your arms, pulling the bra out through your sleeve.

He had a point; you could feel the dull ache around your rib cage already, boobs sore from the small excursion

“Okay.” Barretts ears perk up,tail lifting behind him. “But!” You hold up a finger, recognizing that anticipatory look in his eyes, “No funny business. I have to write and send some emails for work, and I can’t be distracted.”

Barrett nods excitedly, murmuring a “Scouts honor!” before sitting next to you, patting his thigh. You shuffle onto his lap, laying your back against his chest. His warm fur already lulls you into relaxation, your feet dangling off the ground as you sit on his legs.

Two big, hot paws quickly scoop under your breasts, thumb rubbing into your stiff back while the others rub the indentation left by your bra band. Despite your protests the massage feels heavenly and you easily sink into Barrett's touch. His snout nuzzles into your neck, wandering eyes no doubt watching the way your breasts look in his palms.

Barrett adheres to your deal, massaging your boobs very methodically, as he’s done many times before when they were sore. An act of intimacy, sure, but not necessarily sexual. It has you letting your guard down, closing your eyes and resting your head against his pecs. You can feel the warmth of his calloused paw pads through your shirt, like heating pads for your swollen boobs.

But then there's the sensation of a paw pad brushing across your nipple, lingering in circles, that has you opening one eye.

“Barrett.” You warn.

“I know, I know!” Barrettt moves his finger away, but has already succeeded in pebbling your nipple, pushing through your fabric. Barrettt’s tail thumps against the couch. “Just wanna make sure I’m getting all of ya, y’know?”

You're about to bite back, but Barrett squeezes your breasts together in a way that has pure pleasure rolling down your back. That snark seems less appealing now.

You roll your neck, cheek resting against Barrett’s shirt. He nuzzles further into your neck, hot breath washing across your pulse. Goosebumps run down your skin.

“Wanna help you relax. You work so hard, baby.” There's no complaint when his fingers find their way back to your nipples, gently circling both. “You’ve got this great job, in charge of all these people, but who's making sure my wife is okay?” One hand abandons the pretense of the massage and wanders down to your abdomen, rubbing the small bump. You're only 12 weeks along, so there's barely anything yet, but Barrett has been extra excited to see you grow. “Plus, your growing our pups now.” Barrett nips at your ear and as much as you try to bite it down, a breathy gasp still comes out. “It’s the least I could do.” The wandering hand slides down to the hem of your pants, finding no resistance from your loose sweats; or yourself, for that matter.

Ahh, fuck those emails.

Claws clip past your granny panties, claws retracted just enough to leave pleasant trails down your skin. Still pressed against your neck, you feel Barrettt smirk once he reaches your core.

“Hmm, seems someone’s extra relaxed, huh?”

“Shut up.” You mutter into Barrett’s fur, breath hitching when his rough paw pads circle around your clit. His touch is light, teasing your aching bottom with your own slick. “It's all the hormones.”

“All the more reason for me to help you, love.” His forefinger stays on your clit as his others drift to your wet pussy lips, spreading them open with his middle and ringer. Barrett's gruff “Shit, baby.” rewards with him more of your juices, his voice always being a weak spot of yours.

“Think you could take two?” Barrett whispers in your ear, making you turn toward and give him a dirty look, almost offended.

“In my sleep.”

Your sass has Barrett chuckling, giving you a playful peck. Then another, and another, and another…

By the time Barrett sinks two of his fingers into your aching core, his tongue is down your throat, your moans muffled against his lips. His thick digits splay open in your pussy, pressing against your walls and making your body shudder. Despite all your bravado, pregnancy has made you far more sensitive than before. The gentle stretch feels more like a heavenly burning in your stomach. Your walls squeeze hard on his Barretts fingers.

Barrett's thumb presses and flicks across your clit. Before you can even react, he begins thrusting his fingers, moan catching in your throat and transforming to a desperate whine.

Barrett detaches from your mouth, a stretchy string of saliva still connecting your mouths. His eyes roll down your messy, pajama-clad and trembling body.

“Beautiful.” He moans, fingers scissoring with each thrust into your cunt. “I wish I could have you like this always. In total bliss, gushing-” Barrett punctuates with a particularly hard pump of his fingers, “-around me. Full of me.” Your throw your hand back and clutch onto the back of Barrett's head, holding him and his filthy mouth close to your head. “Such a good mama already, so sweet to me. Can’t wait till our babies are here.” Drool drips down Barrett's jaw, his breath heavy as he watches his hand go in and out. “You’ve been working so hard, I wish I could help more.” Your hips cant upward, entrance clenching around Barretts knuckles. Slicks decorates his furry fingers, slicking the fur. “That's why I gotta make sure you feel good whenever I can. Especially with a desperate cunt like this.”

Barrett emphasizes his T, all but purring directly into your ear.

“Barrett-, I’m gonna-”

“Do it baby, cum for me.”

Barrett's snarl is all you need, pussy spasming as slick gushes across Barrett's palm. His soft voice whispers indistinguishable sweet nothings, kissing your shoulder as your ride your high on his palm.

It’s gonna be a good 9 months.

[scorpiussage]

Jackson Rippner + Subway Groper

Pairing: Jackson Rippner x Reader

Warnings: smut, kinda non-con

For Anon

He normally has so much more control than this, but he’s been stalking you for weeks and he just can’t help himself. The subway car is packed and everyone’s pressed up close together to fit.

There you are, right in front of him, your back to him and that delicious ass of yours pressed against his crotch. His hand is creeping down your side before he even really realizes it.

You stiffen in alarm as you feel a stranger’s fingers dance across your hip, the digits digging almost painfully into the meat of your ass. You open your mouth to shout, but the stranger’s other hand cups itself over your mouth and he whispers huskily into your ear, “Don’t make a scene.”

Your eyes dart around fearfully, hoping someone is paying attention and will step in to help you but everyone in the car is either listening to music or paying attention to their phones. You’ve never felt so alone.

The hand that’s still on your ass, moves around to your front, slipping up under your shirt to grope at your breasts, his fingers expertly finding your nipple and needing it through the padding of your bra.

“No one’s paying attention,” the man says into your ear, his teeth nibbling at the lobe playfully, “I bet I could fuck you right here and no one would say a thing.”

You whimper past his hand, your own gripping his arm to try and stop him. It doesn’t work and he easily moves it down your front, his hand grabbing the hem of your skirt and hiking it up swiftly. You clench your legs together in a desperate attempt to keep those fingers from slipping into your panties, but he’s undeterred.

He lets out a rough breath, “Fuck, you’re wet. You like this? You like a stranger touching you like you’re a whore?”

Your eyes tear up and you make noises of dissent, but you can’t deny his words, you are turned on. Nothing so horrifyingly filthy has ever happened to you but there’s something undeniably enticing about the risk of it all.

His fingers enter you, easily sliding in with how soaked you are, and he pumps them in and out lazily while grinding his hard cock against your ass.

He spins you around and you get your first look at his face. Your jaw drops as you take in just how handsome this fucking creep is. He could have anyone he wants and yet he’s resorting to molesting you in the train like some kind of deviant.

The corners of his mouth quirk up as he takes in your dumbstruck expression. Oh no, he’s a creep who knows he’s hot.

He doesn’t really waste any time with introductions or anything, and instead shoves your panties down your legs before getting started on opening his pants.

He’s still got a firm grip on you and he pants in your face as he forces your legs open so that he can fit between them, “Open up for me like a good girl.”

He rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit, putting extra pressure when he passes over your clit. You bury your face into his shoulder, this whole experience is so humiliating but you don’t want him to stop.

He chuckles as he pushes into you, his arms wrapping around you as if embracing you like a lover. You both stand there for several moments, long enough that you can’t take it anymore and you start grinding against him, trying to work yourself up and down his length.

He pins you to himself even tighter and rasps, “Careful, you don’t want anyone here to know what a fucking slut you are, do you?”

You clench around him at the words and he grunts, his own hips stuttering in a desire to move.

He ultimately starts the rhythm, his grip on you pushing you up and down himself in such minimal increments that from the outside it would only look like you were two lovers just hugging.

The lack of real movement is absolute torture and the edge of his pants keep bumping your clit in a way that riles you up but doesn’t get you anywhere close to completion.

There’s a shudder around them as the train takes a turn and it pushes you against the door, pushing the stranger all the deeper into you. You have to bite into the shoulder of his blazer to hold in your moans.

He reaches down and hikes your leg up higher, giving himself more leverage to fuck you and using the natural movements of the train to hide it. You’re getting close and he must be as well because his breathing grows rougher and he starts whispering filthy things in your ear.

“I’m going to cum in you and make you wear it all the way home,” he tells you, his thrusts becoming more frantic, “You’ll walk out of here, dripping cum into your panties like a whore, and no one will know.”

Those words push you over the edge and your pussy locks up tightly around him as you whimper into his shoulder. You end up milking his cock, drawing each spurt into yourself like suction.

He drops your leg and reaches down to yank your panties back up. Just in time too, because the train gets to the next station and he’s disappearing into the crowd, leaving you confused and gasping on the train.

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[therealslimshakespeare]

does Ida care about her hair and what happened to it? Is she pulling a Jo March and waiting to break down later when she’s alone over her hair because she doesn’t want to come off as shallow or vain? She’s on my mind too much 😭

I could and should’ve just answered this lovely ask straight up, with a yes and yes and yes and freely admit the Jo March comparison took me out and beat me up. However, brevity is not my strong suit so I wrote you a blurb as well:

Usual universe warnings apply

| | Showers

The shower room at the stalag was more than a little drafty. Worse than inside the combines with no dividing walls or body heat or the padding of blankets and cloth to make it insulated. Utilitarian, drafty and -once Cleven had shut the door behind him and left them alone- slightly ominous.

Or maybe that was just the mood, hanging about like a malevolent spirit, shining in late evening rays through the slit windows high above, altogether too wide a space and too bright a light for the awful task of stripping and washing and making an inventory of hurts like theirs.

Ida for her part would have rather done it at midnight by torch light, just enough visibility to wet her cloth and find the soap. She already knew -as much as she ever wanted to know- what had been done to her. It was over, and any lasting bruise and scar noticed and remarked on was like bringing it all back into the present. That’s something you did for nice memories, photographs of whoever was “home” stashed in a locket hung around Lemmon’s neck, homemade sticky smells wafting up from Croz’s footlocker -a last piece of melting fudge from the plate Jean had sent over. That’s the sort of talisman you kept around, rubbed at, sniffed, turned over in your mind again and again like a physical thing, like a Crucifix represented an all powerful, ephemeral, removed savior.

You didn’t rub your bruises if you wanted to forget them. You didn’t comment on your friend’s cuts if you wanted her to forget either.

Feeling this collective dread, they all just mulled around for a bit, flicking on faucets and drinking eagerly from the icy stream. Acting shy like they all hadn’t been showering together and living atop each other for ages. There was prevarication in the air and Ida knew she needed to put a stop to it, make an effort to lead, but she hardly wanted to see what was under her clothes herself.

In the end it was Tallulah -Lt. Smith- who took the first step back from the sinks and shucked her clothes with an impressive display of casualness. Knowing a thing or two about rhythm and the effectiveness of a slow, steady build, Ida pushed her own throbbing face out of the cooling stream and followed suit. Soon it caught on, each doing their damndest to be uncharacteristically discreet and efficient.

“Can’t undo these shit-ass buttons.” she heard Maureen hissing beside her while she was braving the shock of a frigid soaked cloth between her rawed legs.

Ida dropped the bloody rag in the sink and flung her hands out to disperse the extra drips. “Come here.” she muttered, eyes lowered on the offending buttons and Maureen’s poor, swollen hands that looked more like paws than the graceful, skilled instruments they’d once been at her bombsight in the nose of her plane. “I’ll do them till you get your fingers back. You might need one or two of them set, you know that? That middle one’s going in the wrong direction.”

“I thought it looked wacky.” Maureen agreed, holding it up for inspection. “Gale wouldn’t stop asking.” she went on.

Ida focused on sliping buttons through their holes and answered steadily as she could, “And he’s likely to keep asking.”

“Doesn’t he know.” Maureen whispered, suddenly sounding very hurt, confused, petulant even.

Ida paused with Maureen’s shirt undone, the dingy plain, military issued bra in view -Ida envied her the possession of it, she’d lost hers with her jacket somewhere along the way. “He knows.” She answered firmly, meeting Maureen’s eyes with assurance, “But he’ll likely keep asking.”

“He wouldn't answer about his face.” Maureen said, turning round and letting Ida help tug her arms out of the sleeves.

“I think you know what happened there.” Ida was implacable.

“But-“ Maureen bit her lip to keep from getting loud, “-but what else?” she threw at Ida over her shoulder, “Why? What else did they -why would they do that to him?”

“And now you know why he keeps asking what he already knows.” Ida pointed out, coming back to her front and bending to unlace Maureen’s boots. “They’re probably all standing out there asking each other the same. Doesn’t do anybody any good. The details. It’s the apple of knowledge, leads to nothing but a sick fascination with what hurts you.”

Maureen had always been a rambunctious, animated figure in Ida’s life. Her anger came easy and was obvious, as were her loves. And if something didn’t make sense to her she’d rail at it or about it until God answered. She had teased Ida and John about it, that if they’d just come over to the Protestant side, they’d have a direct line to god and a whole lot more fun. Ida didn’t care about doctrine or fun right now, she cared about Maureen not trying to make a philosophy out of what she’d endured, or rope-in Gale to mull it over until they both went nuts. Ida wasn’t going to order her not to talk about it, but she could hint that details would hurt Cleven more than help him.

Here and now at least.

Maybe there was some moment waiting for them after all this when things could be said, horrors swapped like every other hard memory told in the officer’s lounge.

For herself, Ida doubted that day would ever come.

“I think your head might need stitches.” Maureen said in lieu of a response, puffy sausage fingers running gently along Ida’s throbbing and freshly washed scalp. “You’ve got a big gash here. It’s still bleeding.”

Maybe it was the gravity of bending over to tug off Kendeigh’s boots but Ida suddenly felt a pooling in her eyes, stinging tears after hours of dried out watchfulness.

God! She’d been ready to die, to be put down with a bullet in the head like their family coonhound when he got rabies.

Not this, not that replaying memory of her face suffocated in the Kommandant’s thigh and the slicing pain of the shears that went on forever, the way the blood burned her eyes so badly when she stood back up, the way he dared call her ugly when she had spent hours before wishing those other men found her abhorrent. Ida’s eyes were burning again and three damning droplets fell to the dusty toe of Maureen’s boot.

Ida made certain to swipe her thumb over the evidence as she tugged it off. “Luckily my brother is good with needles.” she joked softly, rising and turning Kendeigh toward the sinks, “Those fingers are useless, Candy. I’ll wash your hair.”

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 27

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TW: Fucking, P n V, Cockwarming

Oystein was hit the buzzer letting Y/n into the building and she held two large grocery bags in her arms.

"I got all the stuff on the list, some extra things and of course..." She held up a box of black hair dye.

"We've gotta take care of those roots. They're killing me." She started to unpack the rest of the groceries and Oystein padded around in the kitchen behind her.

"Ran into your friends. They were pleasant as always." Y/n noticed how spaced out he was.

"Just ignore them." He took the box dye into the bathroom and Y/n heard the shower turn on. She finished putting things away before shutting the lid to the toilet and pushing him towards it. He held onto her hips as she started putting the dye on his roots, hearing him sigh as she worked the dye into his scalp.

"I wish you would just talk to me. I know shit is fucked up right now but swallowing poison and waiting for someone else to die isn't productive. You're going to give yourself a hole in your stomach." Y/n set the timer and pulled the gloves from her hand to lift his chin.

"This shit is eating you alive, Oystein. I'm worried about you." Y/n frowned down at him.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine." He was lying but he also knew he couldn't just spill his guts to her. He didn't want her involved in any of the shit he was caught up in or else she we be an accessory or worse, an even bigger target to the others.

"I don't want you involved in any of my shit, okay? It's bad enough you're on the radar and Varg hates me enough to go after you just to put me in my place." Y/n sat on the edge of the bathtub and listened to Oystein. She could tell he held onto a lot of anxiety when it came to Varg and his influence over the others. She put her hands on his own and he gives them a squeeze, bringing them to his mouth to almost breathe her in.

"I'm not scared of Varg or any of those other assholes. You would be surprised how well I handle myself." Y/n smiled and he opened his eyes to look at her.

"I know you can. I have no doubts about your abilities to protect yourself from most things but this is different. I just...nothing can touch you. You're my girl and I would do literally anything to protect you and keep you safe." Oystein's grip on her hands tightened and she gave him a sad smile.

"Hey, you're mine too you know? We're in this together now. As much as you're afraid of them doing something to me, how do you think I feel leaving you in the lions den every day? I know how much you love Helvete and Mayhem. I want you to be able to live your dreams and not have to worry about things that jeopardize them." Oystein sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.

"Do you have any idea how much I care about you?" He asked honestly and Y/n nudged his nose with her own.

"I have never loved anything or anyone as much as I love you and it scares the shit out of me." Oystein confessed. Before Y/n could respond, the timer for his hair went off and startled them both. Oystein kissed her cheek before hoping in the shower to wash his hair and take a quick shower. Y/n paced in his room for a moment before stripping down to her bra and panties and sitting on the edge of his bed. When he came out, he had a towel around his waist and one drying his hair.

"It looks a lot better now-" Oystein paused taking the towel from his head seeing Y/n sitting in her underwear on his bed.

"W-what's this?" He asked quietly as Y/n pushed up on her knees and pulled him towards her with the front of the towel.

"I want you to know that I don't care about anything that's happened before now. I know you don't want to talk about it and I don't want to make you talk about it but I want you to know that I love you and I'm not going anywhere. You have me and I want every part of you, not just the good ones but the ones that you feel like you have to protect me from." Oystein cupped her face in his hands and smiled at her.

"You love me?" He asked unable to hide his smirk.

"I do...I love you very much and I want you to make love to me. I don't want to fuck, I want you to see your face, I want you to hear me say your name. I want you to cum inside of me." Oystein felt himself growing harder the more she spoke.

"Can you do that Oystein? Can you make love to me?" Y/n barely got to finish the question when Oystein pulled his towel from his hips and pushed her back onto his bed. He kissed her roughly, unable to stop himself from letting his tongue search for her own. She moaned into his mouth and he could feel her hands on his cock, stroking him to full hardness. He pulled her panties off and struggled with the bra long enough for her to tear it from her own body and toss it to the floor, pulling him back atop her.

He wanted to ask her if she was sure. They had done a lot of fooling around but they hadn't done this yet. Y/n bent her knees and let Oystein grip one of them so he could prepare himself.

"Come on baby, I'm ready." Y/n ran her hand down his chest and Oystein pushed into her, jaw dropping upon feeling how tight she was. She groaned at the fullness and wrapped her legs around his hips, locking them behind his back as he rocked into her.

"Oh fuck." Oystein shivered, letting his head fall, his now perfectly black hair dragging along her breasts.

"Oystein...oh god." Y/n dug her fingernails into his thighs. He let himself calm before he continued to move. He didn't want to blow his load 3 minutes in so he moved slowly, looking down at her and seeing how he was making her feel.

"Does that feel good baby? Do you feel full? Does my cock make you feel loved?" Oystein asked leaning down to lick her lips.

"Oystein, you feel perfect. I need you to fuck me. I need it so bad." Y/n whined.

"I thought you wanted me to make love to you?" He questioned as he continued his insanely slow movements. Y/n let her head fall back, exposing her throat for him to grab. He squeezed her neck just barely and she started trying to move her hips on his cock.

"Please baby. I need it." Y/n begged.

"I love when you beg. I love how you say my name." He squeezed her throat again, leaning down to suck on her nipples.

"Oystein please! I need you to fuck me hard. Please Oystein!" Y/n begged more and he nodded his head, grabbing her hips and flipping her over so he could grab onto the meat of her hips for leverage. Oystein started pistoning his hips against her ass, pulling moans and screams of pleasure from Y/n as she gripped the sheets under her hands.

"Don't stop! Fuck me fuck me fuck me." Y/n cried out burying her face into his pillows being utterly fucked out on her hands and knees. Oystein grunted and tried not to let his whimpers escape his lips but he couldn't help it. This was everything. She was everything. Feeling her from the inside made his stomach burn. His heart was beating so fast that he thought he might have a heart attack.

"You want me to cum inside of you?" Oystein breathed out and Y/n lifted her head to look over her shoulder at him. She nodded frantically and he turned her back onto her back so she could stare him in his eyes as she fucked into her.

"Come on baby, cum inside of me. I need it. I need you so bad Oystein." Hearing her whimper his name made him cum harder than he's ever cum before. He saw white lights flood his eyes and he moaned filling her with his cum. He let his body hover over hers for a moment, trembling as his cock started to go soft, still inside of her.

"Come here baby. I've got you." She let Oystein rest his body weight atop her as he remained inside of her, breathing heavily and feeling empty. She stroked her hand through his hair and down his sweaty back as she cooed his name.

"I love you so much. I love you more than anything." She kissed the top of his head and he held onto her, not wanting this moment to end.

[builtbykittie]

Play fighting

Part 2

Sam Kiszka x f!reader

See part one here

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, SMUT, unprotected sex, just smutty stuff in general, a little fluff to wrap it up (might be a little corny.. My apologies)

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You let your eyes flutter open, flexing your fingers into the linen sheets and squeezing your eyes shut once the sun hits them. "Sam?" You groan, adjusting to the light and turning your head to find that you're alone.

You're still in his bed, his thin blanket draped over your naked body. The sun is glaring through the sliver of the window where curtains are not covering it, ultimately the only thing keeping you from freezing under the tiny blanket.

You spot your bra, panties, dress, and shorts in a stack on top of his dresser and force yourself out of bed. Rubbing your eyes, you grab just your shorts and bra before making your way to the bathroom just across his room.

Although Sam has seen you much worse, you rub away your remaining mascara and play with your hair. Turning on the faucet, you grab your spare toothbrush from the cup sitting on the counter. Sam must've heard this because as you're sleepily brushing your teeth while also trying to slip on your shorts with the other hand, his voice calls to you. "Y/N? Are you up?"

You spit and wash the remaining toothpaste off of the brush before discarding it back in the cup. When you go to stand up after grabbing your bra you accidentally scrape the side of your head against the porcelain sink, "Yeah, I'll be down in a second!"

Before you can even fully get your bra situated, you hear Sam pad across the kitchen floor and up the stairs. He doesn't care to knock, twisting the unlocked knob and pushing the door open without warning. "Sam!" You instinctively jump back, frantically pulling the straps over your arms.

There was nothing to hide, he was literally inside of you just last night, after all. "Sorry," he holds his hands up in faux surrender as a large grin grows on his lips. You step toward him, completely ignoring the fact that you're both more than half naked to place your hands on his chest. "It's fine, you just startled me," you breathe with a giggle.

There are no words to explain how badly you want to grab his face and smash your lips against his, but you don't.

"Breakfast is downstairs," he adds softly with a fond smile, eyes flicking to your lips, then breasts, then back to your face. "Why thank you, Sammy," you grin, kissing his cheek before making your way around him out the door. You turn around once you're out of the room and look down at your clothes "Um, do you have a shirt I could wear?"

"Nope," he struts past you, shutting his door and then stopping in front of the stairs. "You could've taken one from my dresser yourself, you know."

You let out a loud, annoyed pout and purse your lips. You feel a wetness grow between your thighs at the thought of being in just your bra and tiny little shorts around him.

Sam starts to head down the stairs, turning around to make sure you're following. You decide to add a little extra movement in your steps to enhance the way your breasts bounce, just for him.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you find a stack of pancakes on the table and some type of scramble being kept warm on the stove. "So," you cower away from him as you plate your food.

Just as you go to open your mouth again, you realize you have nothing to say. You never really planned out your approach to the conversation.

"Hm?" Sam knows what you want to say, it's written all across his expression. "You wanna talk about last night?" You turn around completely, a smile on your face to hide how horrified you feel about the topic.

"Do you?" He smirks, grabbing your plate from your hands and setting it on the table before leaning against the counter next to you. "Well yeah I kind of do, Sam," you frown as you turn to face him, not sure how he's going to cooperate.

"Look, if you don't want to continue, we can forget it ever happened," he adds softly, there was the tiniest hint of melancholy in his voice that you would've missed if it wasn't for the dead silence in the room. "Do you?"

You hesitate for a moment, your brows knitting towards each other to create slight worry lines. "I don't know," you whisper.

Sam takes a step toward you, eliminating any space between the two of you as your clothed breasts press slightly against his bare chest. "So why don't we try it once more, see if you can make up your mind," he lifts your chin with his index finger before taking your jaw in his hand and squeezing.

Your face relaxes, a smile tugging at your lips. Instead of saying anything, you rise to your toes and smash your lips against his. Your hands instantly find the back of his neck, pulling him into you even more as the kiss deepens.

There is no way you could ever go back to simply just being friends. The way his lips mold perfectly together with yours, the feeling of his hands on your waist, how effortlessly he made you fold for him, how his lips taste, and how he has you wrapped around his finger is reason enough to never go back to the way it was before.

Sam's hands cup your cheeks in a way that's so romantic but also manages to be just as hot. You pull back to jump up on the counter, impatiently grabbing him again and running your fingers through his hair as his tongue swipes against your lips.

The second his tongue slips into your mouth you're moaning into his, moving your hands down to his lower back and pressing his bulge against your core. "Well, it seems like you already know what you want, love," Sam laughs to himself, dodging the way you try to attach your lips back onto his before starting to take steps back from you.

"Sam," you drop your hands in your lap "Samuel Kiszka, if you don't fuck me right now, on your counter, I'm going home."

A large grin grows on his face and you can tell he's trying to decide whether to play games or give you what you want. "And I know you're not ready for me to leave. Not just yet."

"Fuck you're hot when you act like this, y'know that?" He walks back toward you, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and instantly pulling them down once you've lifted yourself for him.

You can't bite back the excited giggle you let out as he smooths his hands over your bare thighs, which makes his face light up with a smile you wish you could get tattooed into your mind permanently. "Spread for me sweetheart," he whispers into your ear before pressing a kiss to the shell of it.

You do just as he ordered, prying your legs away from one another and spreading them as wide as you could manage. "So sweet for me," Sam coos, lowering himself to be level with your heat.

He presses a soft kiss to both your knees, then your lower thighs, then upper thighs, the kisses slowly becoming wetter with every inch he moves. "Has anyone ever told you how pretty your little cunt is? Hm?"

"Oh you'd be surprised," you lie, strictly to get him worked up "Don't get jealous on me now." Your legs start to tremble and your breath hitches in the back of your throat as he presses a kiss to your slit. It's incredibly soft, but enough to make you squirm. "I bet none of them were as good as me," he devilishly smiles just before latching his lips to your clit, eliciting a loud yelp from you.

Without hesitation or haste, Sam's tongue flicks over your clit. "Oh fuck," you shakily whisper, hands flying to the edge of the counter and gripping on for dear life. "Delicious," Sam whispers, bringing up a hand to toy with your breasts.

Eventually, he unhooks your bra with just the one hand. A cry leaves your lips as he takes your nipple in his fingers and begins to roll his fingers against it, pulling at the nub as he continues his attack on your bundle of nerves with his mouth.

"Mm, so sensitive," Sam breathes against your throbbing cunt just before he slowly slides his middle finger into you, never breaking eye contact. Your eyes begin to flutter and your mouth falls open as he pumps his finger into you while still toying with your nipple in his other hand.

You're not strong enough to prevent your head from falling back onto the cabinet behind it. "Hey," Sam's ring finger joins his other as he gently slips it in you "Look at me."

The hand playing with your breasts lets go to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him "Let me see your pretty little face." You moan in response to his words and your back arches slightly as he begins to curl his fingers inside you.

You watch Sam's face light up as he gets an idea "So tell me love, how long have you felt this way?" You frown at him, he knows exactly what he's doing. "Can we-" You're unable to finish your sentence once his mouth latches back onto your clit "Can we talk.. shit... About this later?"

"Of course," he kisses your tummy "how about when my cock is deep inside your precious little pussy?" You go to say something but let it die in your mouth as you feel your climax approach, your walls clenching and quivering around his fingers.

Butterflies dance around your stomach as your eyes flutter shut and your mind goes blank, the pleasure blinding every one of your senses. Strings of curses flow from your mouth, and Sam's voice coaxing you through your orgasm is just barely audible to the point you wonder if it's only in your head. "There you go, baby. Look at you, making a mess of yourself all over my fingers."

When you're finally able to open your eyes, you look down at his hand, still inside of you and soaked in your release. Your slick drips down his fingers into his palm where he then pulls the digits from you and licks it off. The sight makes your core throb, aching for him.

"Sam, fuck me," you shakily whisper "I need to feel you, please." A large grin grows on his face as he rises off the floor "Oh my god, who is this? I've turned you soft." You roll your eyes, but you can't say he's wrong.

He takes a step closer so that his bulge is pressed against your heat, your legs instantly wrap around his thighs and your hands find the band of his boxers. "You're too impatient," he helps you pull down the fabric and tosses it to the side to be forgotten about for probably the next few hours. "Oh come on, don't act like you don't want it equally as bad," you breathe, one hand wrapping firmly around his cock and the other grasping the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

Sam groans into your mouth as you begin to swirl your hand around him at a painfully slow pace and he grabs your wrist, which sends a sharp pain up your arm. The way you wince at his action causes him to lift your arm and look at the area, that is painted with bruises in the shape of his fingers. "Look at what you've done to me Sammy," you grin, pulling your arm out of his grip and checking out the bruises for yourself.

After enough inspection, you cup his face and place a passionate kiss against his lips. His hands find your hair as you sit up and lean into the kiss, which is becoming more and more sloppy by the second. Due to your eyes being closed, you're unable to foresee him pushing himself into you and stretching you out in one slow thrust. Before you can even gather yourself after the first thrust, his hips speed up "Now are you gonna tell me how long you've wanted me?"

"You mean needed?" you jest in a moan "Sam... I haven't.. shit.. been able to get you out of my mind for the past few fucking.. weeks." You begin to slouch, his hands grabbing onto your hips with an iron-clad hold and pulling you towards himself so he can go as deep into you as possible. "Yeah? Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" Sam groans between sharp thrusts.

"Yes, oh fuck. Yes," you cry, putting your hands behind you to hold yourself up. Sam's current state is something you could get used to, his cheeks a bright shade of pink, his lips parted, his hair damp and messy, and his eyebrows knitted together.

You can't help but stare at Sam, forcing your eyes to stay open for a longer look at him. "What're you looking at," he groans, you assume he felt your gaze due to the way he's still completely enamored by the sight of your sexes mixing.

"What do you think I'm looking at," you struggle to get the words out as you feel your orgasm start to approach. "Oh god Sam, right there," you throw your upper body forward, clinging onto his bare back and nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

"Right.. there?" He growls, hitting a sweet spot as hard as he can and eliciting a loud yelp from you. "So noisy. You gonna cum, doll?" Sam tries to keep his composure, but he's just as close as you are.

His head flies back, giving you the perfect chance to attack his beautiful neck with kisses. "Oh don't do that," he speaks from deep within his chest "You're so warm, baby. Cum with me, you can do it. Come on."

"Oh my god Sam, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck," you shriek, not bothered to monitor your volume as Sam fucks into you relentlessly and mercilessly. Once again the pleasure completely and utterly blinds every single one of your senses, you try to open your mouth to warn him but all that comes out is a choked squeal.

Your vision is blurred, just as it was last night. A lavender fog takes over your mind and your eyes are clamped so tightly shut that you worry you might hurt yourself. "Shit y/n, so good, you feel so good," he almost whispers, so completely taken over by how good he feels.

Sam doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you through both of your orgasms. All of the juices threatening to leak out instantly being fucked back into you until he has absolutely no strength left to continue thrusting into you.

For the next few moments, the only sounds in the room are intense heavy breathing and soft moans. You're so blinded by the aftermath of your orgasm that you don't even realize Sam has already pulled out and is holding you in his arms.

"So good, baby. You alright?" Sam whispers, rubbing your back which is covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Yeah, I'm okay," you shakily whisper, too weak to move. When you finally do gather enough strength to look up at him, you can't help the giant smile that pulls on each of your cheeks.

"That was..." you sigh with a giggle, moving your hands to cup his jaw. "Crazy?" He smiles, his pretty voice is like music to your ears. "Let's go sit down, huh?"

"Please," you breathe, holding onto him as you slip off the counter, leaving behind an embarrassing 'puddle' of juices on the gray marble. "Oh my," he clicks his tongue, a smile growing on his face. "Look at this," he wipes some of the sticky substance off the surface and brings his fingers to your mouth, slipping them in and forcing you to taste the mix of yourself and him.

You stumble as you go to walk, grabbing onto the man who did this to you. Although he is, or was your best friend, you've never felt more comfortable being fully exposed around someone than right now. "Let's just sit on the couch," you exhaustedly whisper into his chest as he throws an arm around your shoulders. "Let's do that."

He gently rests you on the sofa, and quickly grabs the first blanket he lays his eyes upon. You can't help but sneak glances at his naked body while you wait for him to put away the food you'd completely forgotten about and notice fresh scratches on his back.

He walks over to you with a fond smile, settling down as close as possible next to you. "Sorry," your cheeks burn up as you cuddle into his warm body "for the scratches." Though you're not looking at him, you can feel Sam's eyes on you and when you look back at him, he's beaming with a smile. "Sorry for the bruises," Sam chuckles, cupping your cheek and swiping his thumb across the surface.

"I didn't think I'd ever say this out loud," you tilt your head to look into his eyes "I really love you, Sam."

Another smile lights up his face just before he leans in to kiss your forehead. "I love you, y/n. Everything you do, I'm completely smitten with you," he hums with a grin, poking at your face.

"I guess your brothers were right," you whisper, reaching up to untangle the ends of his hair. "Guess so," Sam lays his head on top of yours. Sooner or later he begins to drift off, and in that moment you have no worries. Your thoughts go quiet as you let his gentle snores lull you to sleep.

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 17 "WTF?"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

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Word Count: 1.1K

Background: BIG POSSIBLY SCARY SURPRISE for Mad! What is going on with Tiggy? Hunter is WTF???

I'm SLOWLY gearing up for the crux of the story here...

Warning: Swearing, brief nudity (no specifics), mention of IMAGINED body horror.

(Credit: Cool dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers)

Recap:

Hunter put his hand on top of Mad’s hand where it lay on his chest.  She could feel his heartbeat against her palm.  He looked into her eyes...now morphing back into a light shade of green... 

“The ONLY way WE will end...is when this stops...ok?” 

“You believe in...the LONG road?  For us???” Mad timidly asked. 

“I’ll ride that LONG road with you...  On you...” He snorted, trying to stay serious.  Failing miserably.  “You’ll ride my long road...something...something...  MAKER!” 

Mad started to giggle.  “What the FUCK..?”  New tears rolled down her cheeks...from laughter. 

“Listen...tellin’ you somethin’...PROFOUND.”  Hunter was serious...then broke out in laughter himself. 

“Very romantic, Hunky.” Mad teased. 

“Heh...know...what I mean???”  Hunter quieted, lovingly caressing Mad’s cheek. 

“I do.” Mad kissed Hunter on the lips.  “I really do.” 

"WTF?"

Mad awoke early.  Her mouth completely dry but bladder full to bursting.  Tiggy was laying atop her abdomen AGAIN. 

The pup had ANOTHER growth spurt and was considerably bigger than just a day before.   

And she was HEAVY. 

“How in the heck did YOU get in here?” Mad scolded. 

Tiggy’s stubby half-tail wagged enthusiastically. 

“Off...I’m gonna pee myself!” Pushing the pup off her, flipping the comforter back, running to the tiny refresher in her stateroom... 

...barely making it.  Then total relief. 

Mad grabbed a handful of refresher paper while sitting down, allowing her to wake up a bit more... 

Her abdomen felt...strange...not where it should be... 

It was lying on the top of her thighs. 

Mad had a fuller bladder than this in the past.  Nights of heavy drinking, passing out, then waking up to an almost painful fullness.  So much, her belly would be slightly distended.  But NOTHING like this. 

But her bladder was empty now... 

And it was STILL distended. 

She gingerly pressed on the skin of her abdomen.  Not the doughiness of extra water weight gain from too many late-night salty snacks or sitting forward on the loo with her skin and extra tummy bulge making an appearance.  It wasn’t gas either... 

Mad sat up straight as a board and poked again.   

Her abdomen was FIRM. 

What the KRIFF??? 

Mad finished her business in the refresher, flushed, washed, then padded out to the bedroom. 

Tiggy had taken up her spot on the bed. 

Hunter was passed out, face down on the bed. 

Mad looked down at her naked form again.  Standing up didn’t help either.  She began to dress donning a blouse, panties, then attempting pants... 

They WOULD NOT close. 

She let them drop to the floor. 

Mad was not a stranger to changes in her body.  The Nomaadi keep and alter their own clothing their whole life from cradle to grave, alterations done as their body changes with age.  Mad had gained an extra “tire” in her abdomen and went up several bra/binder sizes since birthing Love...almost 15 YEARS AGO. 

Since then, she had not experienced any other significant changes due to constantly being on the run and at most times food scarcity.  This kept her not skinny, but not overweight, either. 

One large meal shouldn’t have done this.   

Mad covered her belly with both hands, staring down at them in a panic. 

Do...do I... have an aggressive TUMOR???  OH SHIT...is THAT why TIggy keeps hanging around and laying on my belly???  Dogs can smell the neoplasia cells?  Isn’t that something I heard about from Tech??? 

Mad’s mind backed up to the events of the past several days. 

...or...what did that doctor DO to me??? 

“Pants optional today?”  

Mad jumped out of her skin. 

Hunter was still laying on his stomach, eyes open watching Mad.  He had a tired but very satisfied grin on his face.  His voice was deeper from just waking up and being dehydrated, too.

“Come 'ere...back to bed...” Hunter poked Tiggy so she would move off the bed.   

It didn’t work. 

“Hunter...” Mad didn’t move. 

“You smell sooo good Mesh’la...” His voice graveled dryly.  “Scent all up in my nose..” 

“Uh...Hunter...” 

“Gotta pee first...be back...” He groggily got off the bed walked past Mad...inhaling sharply in her direction “Mmmmm....” 

Just sniffed her like she was a gourmet dish. 

Then shut the door to the refresher. 

Mad sat down on the edge of the bed.  Her abdomen rested on the tops of her thighs.  Tiggy got up, nestling against Mad... sniffing at her abdomen with intense interest.   

Mad listened to Hunter shuffling around in the refresher: noisily relieving himself, flushing, turning on the tap, splashing water, brushing his teeth...as the now bigger almost young adult dog scrabbled up onto Mad and laid across her abdomen like a lap quilt. 

And stayed there...her docked tail wagging. 

Hunter finally emerged from the refresher looking refreshed...naked... 

...he smiled sweetly at Mad letting his eyes rove down her body... 

Then his smile faded.  “What is Tech FEEDING that thing?  She's getting bigger!” 

“That’s not the only thing that’s bigger.”  Mad attempted to pick up Tiggy, who refused to budge.  “MOVE!” Mad demanded. 

Tiggy exhaled a small, frustrated sigh, got up and trundled off Mad’s belly.  Then she promptly spun around, threw herself on the bed with her head resting on the side of Mad’s abdomen.  An irritated groan emitted from her. 

Hunter’s eyes widened.  “Might have been high as a Keeradak, but I know THAT wasn’t there last night.” 

“I...think something’s WRONG.” 

“Does it hurt?” 

“No...” 

“May I?” Hunter approached, got down on one knee and offered a hand. 

“Yeah...go ahead.” 

He laid his callused hands on either side of Mad’s belly. 

He cocked his head...listening... 

Then laid his head down, ear against her skin concentrating...

Mad held her breath...her own heartbeat in her ears. 

Hunter raised his head up with wide eyes and proclaimed... 

“There’s SOMETHING swimming around in there.” 

Mad bolted up screaming, flinging poor Tiggy off the bed.   

She inadvertently pushed Hunter back onto the floor in her panic. 

“OH SHIT!  OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT...” Mad paced the room terrified...arms away from her body, shaking her hands spastically...”WHAT the fuck is it?  WHAT THE FUCK IS INSIDE ME???” 

“Hey!”  Hunter landed hard on his ass from the push.  His eyes wide as he watched Mad pace the room in a highly agitated state. 

“What if that doctor put a PARASITE in there?” 

“Mad...” 

“I was SO TRUSTING!  Just trying to do a job that paid some decent credits... “She was talking out loud to herself.  Winding up so tight Hunter feared she’d snap. 

“MAD!” 

“How big is it going to get?  Will it eat me ALIVE from the INSIDE?  HOW’S IT GETTING OUT OF MY BODY...” Mad stopped and stared terrified at Hunter...her mouth wide, jaw hanging open. 

He could almost SEE where Mad’s mind was going... 

IS IT GOING TO BURST OUT OF MY BODY AND SPREAD MY GUTS EVERYWHERE?!? 

Hunter could see her LAST shred of self-control pull away as she imagined something incredibly HORRIBLE... 

Hunter SLOWLY got up from the floor, hands in front of him, hoping to calm Mad down.  “Hey...let's just...” 

Mad suddenly turned around and BOLTED out the stateroom door...nearly knocking Echo over. 

“TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!!!”  Mad SCREAMED as she ran through the Beldame to the Marauder... 

She STILL wasn’t wearing pants. 

Tiggy barked furiously and took off after Mad, tearing out of the stateroom...and almost knocked Echo over, too. 

Hunter stood there buck naked with his hands out...speechless. 

Echo’s head peeked around the corner comically at Hunter “Trouble in Paradise???” 

Hunter, frustrated, threw his hands up in the air, then grabbed his clothes off the floor... 

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coda

No shade on the friend route, I'm grateful it exists and understand why it's streamlined. However, I did keenly feel the absence of being checked on after the warehouse ambush in book 3 for Chessi. So I wrote it myself. As you do.

She had only just eased out of her ruined t-shirt and slumped back on the bed, letting it cradle her battered form, when someone knocked on the door.

Chessi groaned, a few choice words circling her head, and debated whether to answer herself or just yell 'come in'. Or pretend she was asleep. She was spent and then some after today.

Another soft knock. "Chessi?" Nate's voice.

She rubbed tired eyes and peeled herself off the bed, shuffling to open the door in bra and jeans. She'd spent too long getting her shirt off to want to reverse or repeat the process. "You can come in," she mumbled, stepping to the side. "What's up?"

Nate ducked slightly under the doorframe as he entered. His gaze stayed on her face with a level of care that made her think he'd registered her wardrobe even if he wasn't commenting on it. "I wanted to check on you, see how you're doing."

A ragged laughed escaped her, and Chessi pushed up her glasses--frames bent, lenses scratched--to rub her eyes again. "How do you think?"

He nodded, running one hand through his hair. "It is a bit of a pointless question, isn't it? I couldn't think of a better way to ask it."

"I appreciate the check-in, regardless." Her bra strap dug into a bruise on her shoulder and she instinctively dipped that arm to get away from the discomfort. Before silence could stretch to awkwardness, she cocked her head toward the towels he held bundled in one arm. "Those for me?"

Nate nodded, setting the pile on her dresser. It was at least three extra above what her bathroom already had. "I thought you might want more if you clean up before the doctor arrives."

"Extra's lovely." It would take at least two washes for her hair alone to get all the dust out of its kinks and coils. "You're a lifesaver, Nate, thank you."

"Of course," he smiled.

Chessi rubbed the palm of her hand against her jeans. "I'd hug you if not for... you know." The blood. Dirt. Being half-dressed.

"I will accept it in spirit, then," Nate said easily. "Do you need anything else, Chessi?"

She bit her lip. "I don't think so. But... would you mind waiting here? In case I think of something after I'm in the bath, or the doctor gets here or... something."

Part of her just didn't want to be alone. Part of her did.

He nodded, hands in his pockets. "Whatever you need."

"Thank you." She gestured toward the bookshelf and slouchy chair next to it. "Make yourself at home."

She grabbed fresh clothes and the towels and headed into the bathroom, catching a brief glimpse of his smile as he perused her collection. It was an eclectic mix of classics and modern, fiction and non-fiction--more so here than at her apartment--so she was sure he had some thoughts on it. She'd happily listen to them after she was cleaned up.

Once ensconced in the bathroom, Chessi peeled off the rest of her clothes--slowly, gingerly, grimacing when they stuck to drying blood. The urge to mourn her favorite jeans was strong; they were far beyond salvaging. Maybe as cut-off shorts, if by some miracle the bloodstains came out. She put them in the sink to soak, then grit her teeth through stripping her underclothes and padded to the tub.

Her fingers traced on of the puffy scratched along her forearm 'Don't let him take me-!' She swallowed the lump in her throat and shoved the thought away for more present concerns.

A shower was a bad idea with how battered she was. She started the water, sat in the tub, and stared, listless, at the red-brown cascade as she cleaned herself off. Chalky grey cast when she did her hair, dusty water slithering toward the drain.

It took three cycles of washing and patting semi-dry before the water ran clear from her hair. Another beyond that for the rest of her. The towels piled crumpled and stained over the edge of the tub.

With things as improved as they were going to get without medical attention, Chessi toweled off and dressed. Gym shorts and an oversized t-shirt. No bra. It would hurt and the doctor needed to check her over anyway.

Nate was reading when she emerged; one foot braced atop the opposite knee and very settled in the chair. She couldn't see the cover to know what he'd picked. He he looked up to smile sympathetically. "Feeling better?"

Chessi forced a smile. "I was gonna say yes until you looked at me like that. That bad, huh?"

"Being clear of... other factors makes the bruises more evident," Nate said, flipping the book closed and reaching to set it on the shelf.

She looked in the mirror and grimaced. "Oh." One hand rose to trace the line of them from Sin's grasp on her throat. She had raccoon eyes from her glasses getting shoved into her face, and her arms were a patchwork of bruises and scrapes with minimal clear skin. "I dunno what you're talking about, I'm gorgeous," she deadpanned, plopping on the foot of the bed, arms crossed over her chest.

He chuckled and pushed to his feet. "Of course, my mistake. Chessi..." He raked a hand through his hair. "You know we're here for you, right?"

A rush of emotion pricked her eyes and she bit her lip as she nodded. Her fingers traced the scratches on her arm again.

"Don't let him take me!"

"I won't-!"

"That means a lot, Nate," she managed, voice ragged.

Someone knocked on the door just as he opened his mouth, and Nate gave her shoulder a gentle pat before moving to answer it instead. She could've kissed him for saving her from standing up. "Doctor Tuft, good to see you." He stepped aside to let the pink-haired supernatural into the room. "I'll leave you to your patient. Chessi?" He waited until she looked at him. "I'll be around if you need anything. Any time."

Chessi nodded, not trusting her voice She knew he meant it, that he likely wouldn't sleep tonight and neither would the others. But she was pretty sure once the doctor left, sleep was all she would do.

It was good to know she had friends who would offer, all the same. So she mouthed a silent thank you as he pulled the door closed and resigned herself to the doctor's examination being the only thing between her and a hopefully dreamless sleep.

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 375: Back Together, p1

Melissa had ordered from the Thai place down the street, enough for the two of them. She’d offered dinner to some of the girls, if they wanted to stay after work and share, but a bunch of them were headed out to “The Tipsy Taco” on this Tuesday for burgers. Go figure. 

Melissa had declined the invite for herself and him, wanting to have some time together. She’d been away all day! The clinic girls at Evolution kept her much longer than she’d thought they would, and she missed him. Hearing him talk about his day, between his tentative bites at his Drunken Noodle (she’d warned him he might not like it so spicy), she was pleased, and felt better about her absence. At least he’d kept himself busy all day.  

They’d set up their little early-evening meal in the breakroom, sitting next to one another at one of the small tables; Melissa had made sure to get nice and close. Everyone else had gone, the office was empty, and the lights outside in the halls were low. Melissa had set up their spread - his noodles, her curry and soup, spring rolls and some Pad Thai in case one of them was really hungry. 

That one would be Melissa. 

“If you’re not going to eat that,” she giggled, reaching over to fork up a good-sized scoop of his dinner and plop it onto her paper plate. 

He’d been talking about his patients, and how busy he'd been at the office all day. He was so cutely animated that Melissa was really just letting him babble. She’d stopped him at one point when he started describing Mr. Burke’s abscessed foot - “eww gross we’re eating dinner!” - but otherwise it warmed her to see him so positive, so relaxed, so engaged. She knew he’d had a weird morning here without her; the girls had told her how he’d seen the video from this weekend that had gone viral and that he’d had a little bit of a freak-out. But things were better now. His day had been good, it sounded. 

Katarina’s breastmilk seemed to help. 

“Wow you’re pretty hungry,” Dr. J commented, watching his new girlfriend, his Office Manager, and possibly the most physically attractive woman on the planet scarf down her Tom Yum Goong. She’d already basically finished her chicken, all but one of the appetizers, and now part of his meal. “Where are you putting it all?”

She giggled as she sat up purposefully straight,  pushing out her jaw-droppingly huge chest and making him immediately realize ‘where she was putting it all’.. His eyes, of course, goggled - she loved it when they did that - and a piece of noodle fell out of his mouth. I could have burst a button for him, if I wanted, she thought, but I like this blouse and we don’t need him having a stroke..

“I am hungry,” she agreed, once he’d recovered. She’d decided not to tell him about the physical trials the team at Evolution had put her through today. They’d made her hungrier than usual…and these days she was always hungry.

But she, in an uncharacteristic moment, didn’t want to put the focus on herself. Not yet anyway. She liked how confident and relaxed he seemed, here alone with her, this evening. What Katarina had pumped today really seemed to bring out the best in him, a thought which brought back a warm, familiar feeling in her own chest. She casually readjusted a bra-strap through her yellow silk blouse. Maybe breastmilk has to become a regular part of your diet haha.

She felt a little bad that he still thought they’d given him regular old 2%, but that really couldn’t be helped. If he knew he’d been drinking the breastmilk of his pretty, young, Polish Medical Records Clerk, he’d freak.

This cute, extra-helping of aplomb that he seemed to be peacocking gave Melissa the confidence to broach what she knew would have otherwise been a sensitive topic: the video from this weekend. She mentioned it as breezily as she could,.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled, trying to finish chewing the last bite he’d taken of his spring roll. Funny that Melissa thinks these are delicious. To me it tastes like cardboard. “That.”

“I hear you’re internet famous now,” Melissa giggled, putting a bit of sauce onto his plate, thinking a sweet dip might help him stomach some more food. “How many followers do you have now?”

“What? On Instagram? I don’t have a phone, remember?” he answered, watching her big, strong hands squeeze the little honey-chili packet, “So, uh, I dunno? It’s a private account anyway…”

“Well, we should check soon,” Melissa continued, “I bet you might be surprised by how many requests you get.”

“That’d be weird,” he answered, chuckling again. “But, yeah,” he continued, “it was strange how, today at breakfast, and then in seeing that video, I started to remember some of the, uh, things that happened this weekend." 

“Oh yeah? What sort of things?” Melissa replied, squeezing the last little bits of sweet chili sauce onto her own plate. Could he see through her act? She knew he wasn’t all that sharp when it came to emotional signs and stuff, but she still felt her heart skip a beat. “

As he went on to describe his memories, the rough images and strange moments he was now able to recall of his Saturday among the women at Melissa’s house, his tone was surprisingly relaxed. The growth of the girls, the wanton intimacy, and maybe even some shrinking on his own part…it didn’t seem to bother him nearly as much as she would have guessed. 

He was even laughing a little about it. She was shocked that he seemed to be starting to come to terms with not only what happened this weekend, but what life was changing into in general. He was diminishing, yes, but he was surrounded by increasingly strong, confident, capable women that loved and cared for him, herself most of all. What, exactly, was keeping him placated? Some of it had to be the milk from this morning, and some of it was her omnipresent pheromones. But some of it was…well…despite all the stress he felt these days, he was also having fun. A lot of fun. Things were getting exciting. 

Oh god, this is a really good step, honey, you starting to accept this, she mused, and then thought - in a wicked little moment - So what’s our next step gonna be?

She really liked this side of him! “So,” she asked, once more feigning nonchalance as she tried to use her chopsticks again to pick up a piece of green pepper from her curry, “would you be up for - not today! but maybe later - making, like, another video...? Just the two of us..?" The pepper fell from her utensils’ grasp.

“Haha maybe!” he laughed, with a casual confidence that surprised her once again.

She pictured it in her head, she couldn’t help it, and went for the pepper a second time. Oh jesus I want to make you look so small.

“Have you always been this terrible with chopsticks?”

She laughed, and threw one of them at him. “YES!” she exclaimed, snorting and remembering the terrible time she had as a young teen trying to navigate those fancy dinners in Taiwan, “I stink!”

“OW!” he laughed back, as the cheap little piece of aspen wood clattered off him and onto the floor.

“I’m just going to use a fork!” she declared, “But I’m gonna learn…”

She picked up her fork again and, after a pause, he asked about her day.

She hesitated, looking down at her food before she answered. What she’d explained to him before about Evolution, about her history with it, had been - uh - limited, to say the least. 

“So, I’ve told you I go to this clinic, at Evolution. I’ve gone there for years,” she began, unsure of where she should tread but feeling the pull to be honest with him, the man she loved, “They sort of study these growth spurts I have...”

“Uh huh,” he nodded, putting down a carrot slice he’d decided was too much.

“And, uh, this is a big one, this past month or two, how much I’ve shot up…” she continued, picking up her fork and stabbing a piece of curried chicken.

“You think?” he interjected, uncharacteristically glib. 

She smiled. “Yeah, well, it really isn’t stopping, and they’re concerned that I’m starting to grow faster.” The chicken was gone in one bite.

He felt the warm weight of that truth hit him right in his gut - and then start to settle lower. His cock - goddamn this fucking thing - liked the sound of that, despite its context, and was swelling down his pantleg. He was still in his scrubs. He should be worried, right? Not about getting a boner - that was almost his normal state of being, these days - but about his girlfriend being in the midst of an unexplainable growth spurt? Not to mention that apparently she could bench-press a car. It made no sense, it sounded dangerous, but jesus. It’s so fucking hot.

“D-do they know why you’re growing?” he asked, aware that this conversation had a much different tone than it should. He was a physician, and he was surrounded - apparently - by women who grew bigger by the day. Was this some sort of disease? There should be investigation going on, performed by  someone other than a half-shady, impossibly-funded pharmaceutical company with questionable origins and motives. But, though he knew better than to  pursue it on his own, he couldn't help but be interested. “Like, is it…something genetic?”

“Yeah sort of…” she replied, hoping she wasn’t sounding as evasive as she felt. Ooooo I just want to tell you! Tell you everything! My mom! My sister!! You!!! Everything that’s happening! She knew, though, she couldn’t! Ahg!!!

He was a bit bewildered that he knew so little about her family; she’d been so good at avoiding the topic. He, though, had to admit that he’d been the same way.

“Do other people in your family have the same, uh, things?” Like, do you come from a family of Amazon thunder goddesses? He was starting to feel like he was living - instead of in the real world - in one of the comic books from his youth.

“My family?” she answered, pulling the tray of Pad Thai towards herself and starting to scoop out a healthy blob of noodles, “Uh, well, my mom…my family…they’re weird…”

He looked at her beside him at the table as she served herself yet another plateful of take-out Thai food. She was in some sort of moment of reflection. He couldn’t help but marvel at how her beauty had risen recently. Again. He watched wordlessly as she pushed the tray aside and composed herself. She straightened in her cheap plastic chair, her posture growing naturally regal as she - apparently not happy with her hair -  removed it from its clip, and began shaking it out. 

The thickly dark, undulating mass flowed down her back like swirling eddies in a writhing river, hypnotizing him with its lushness. She gathered its incredible volume in her hands, her high brows arched as she tamed it. Her massive and expressive eyes twinkled as she looked at him, watching him watch her. Her full lips formed a warm smile, and she enjoyed his rapt attention; he seemed so fascinated by something as simple as a girl putting up her hair haha. She wrinkled her perfect nose, and he could do nothing but admire how her lofty cheekbones complemented her achingly flawless complexion, giving her face a timeless,  imperious elegance.

He shook himself back to reality. “So, uh, nothing they’re doing, though?” he asked, “Trying to stop it?”

She almost giggled. Stop it? Why would I want them to stop it?

“No, no. In the end, still no answers,” she lied, feeling honestly a little bad, “they just want to watch, wait.” She took in a nice, gentle breath, and let it out, seeing his eyes fall again to her chest. Haha, careful Missy. You’re starting to get turned on. “But in the meantime you get to just sit back and enjoy watching me get bigger…” she said, his eyes still on her bosom, “...and bigger.”

gurk. “I just…I hope you’re okay,” he said genuinely, meeting her eyes. 

“Ahhh, I’m better than okay,” she purred, letting her voice drop an octave. She paused. “In fact, I feel great.” She took a sip of her water, and thought that this would be a good time to do what they’d asked her to do, to ask him to come into the clinic. I could ask if they could give you a checkup, tell you maybe what’s up with you, maybe they could figure out why you’ve been…nngh. Shrinking.

She took another sip of water, But they all know, already. They know exactly what’s going on. It’s all because of me. They just want to study you like a -

A sudden protective urge made Melissa bristle. She’d had these feelings like she has to protect him from danger before. She’d talked about them to Marcia, to the other lab techs, and to the psych team. Her instincts told her loud and clear: hold it, don’t say anything to him right now. Don’t invite him to Evolution. I always thought it was outside dangers that I had to worry about, she thought, But maybe I actually have to start protecting him from them.

It was time for a change of topic. Putting down her water, and pushing aside the pad thai, she reached for her tablet. ”Let’s talk about the new hires…” she offered…

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