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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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[tpwk-formula1]

I saw your Drabble ideas 🥵

What about Lance Stroll ( I know he has like 10 fans but stay with me) with a pregnancy/lactation kink 🥵🥵 he’s really been on my mind lately

AN: I'm ngl Im not really a Lance girlie but I loved writing this so I hope you guys love it too!

TW: MDNI 18+ Lacation/ pregnancy kink. nipple orgams

WC: 950+

Y/N POV

Being 8 months pregnant in the middle of an F1 season is not necessarily ideal but Lance is finally on summer break which means for the next two weeks we get to do nothing but relax in Montreal before he has to go back to work.

"I think I'm starting to produce," I comment while rubbing my sensitive boobs softly.

"Oh, really?" Lance says while walking towards me to meet me in the middle of the room. When he gets close enough he's already rubbing my very swollen belly.

"Ya, Ive leaked through a couple shirts already and it's only 2 in the afternoon," I whine getting frustrated with going through so much laundry.

"Just wear nothing than," Lance smirks while jokingly pulling at the end of the Aston Martin shirt I had thrown on. I jokingly send him a glare but when he leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips I kind of just melt into his touch.

"I'm mostly joking, but what about one of your nursing bras with some breast pads in them," Lance says softly while still rubbing soothing circles on my bump.

"I tried that earlier but the pads where rubbing against my nipples too much and it was making them too sensitive," I respond which only makes Lance look at me with a soft smirk.

"Sensitive huh?" Lance comments which makes me look at him with a raised brow.

"Bet I could make you cum with just a little bit of nipple play," Lance comments with a smirk knowing I've been extra horny since being pregnant and it really doesn't take much to cum for him anymore. But just nipple play? I doubt it plus I was leaking which would make it all too messy, which makes me shake my head at the thought but the thought of it has my pussy slightly throbbing.

"You're thinking about it aren't you?" Lance teases making me look him in the eye and nod softly. Lance takes this as his chance to softly pull my shirt over my head leaving my top half completely bare given I hadn't put a bra on after leaking through the first one.

As soon as the air hits my already sensitive nipples I can feel a bead of my milk pebble out making Lance look at it before gently rubbing his thumb over it making me whimper at the touch.

"Oh I'm gonna have you cumming in the next 10 minutes," Lance smirks when he seems how sensitive they really are. He brings up the thumb that's gently coded in my milk before bringing it up to his mouth and sucking it off making me grow red in embarrassment but when I see Lance close his eyes and enjoy the taste I can't help but grow weak in the knees.

"Tastes so good baby," Lance says softly while pushing me towards the bed and gently laying me down on my back while he climbs into the bed next to me.

"Look so fucking pretty like this," Lance keeps praising while rubbing my swollen bump before slowly bringing his hand up to my slightly leaking nipples.

"Oh fuck," I moan gently when Lance pinches my nipples making more milk leak out. I can feel the pleasure from my nipples going straight to my pussy.

I feel Lance start kissing my shoulder and slowly moving closer and to my nipples where he instantly latched his mouth onto my right nipple while still teasing my lift one.

"Mmmm, so good," Lance mumbles when he gets a weak stream of milk filling his mouth. While Lance is sucking on my right nipple he keeps playing with my left leaving me a whimpering mess under his touch.

"Lance," I moan softly when I feel myself really starting to dampen my panties wanting to touch myself.

"More Lance please," I whine trying to push Lance's hand towards the waistband of my pants but he keeps a firm pinch on my nipples making me whimper at the feeling.

"I said I was making you cum just by playing with your nipples," Lance says before leaning back down and taking my nipples back into his mouth while giving it a small bite knowing how much I love a little pain mixed with my pleasure.

I could tell that I really was gonna be able to cum like this if Lance kept playing with me like this.

"Shit, Lance," I moan when he keeps pinching my left nipple between his fingers making me whimper when he starts pulling at them while pinching.

"Lance," I whine a little louder when I feel myself nearly the edge of my orgasm which quickly has Lance shifting slightly so he can take my left nipple into his mouth and start pinching my right nipple instead making me gasps as I feel the milk in my left milk start to spray out slightly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I start loudly moaning as I feel myself starting to fall over the edge.

Thats when Lance gently bites down on my nipple and tugs it's between his teeth while pinching and pulling my other nipple helping me ride out one of the more intense orgasms he has given me while pregnant.

"Oh! Lance," I cry as I relax into the waves of my orgasm.

Once I slowly start coming down from my orgasm Lance gently releases me nipples but brings his mouth back towards each one giving it a gently suck to help sooth any pain he might have caused.

"I'm not gonna lie, you taste divine," Lance says with a smile playing on his lips before he leans down and gives me a gently kiss on the lips.

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The end! I hope you enjoyed!

[burningembers91]

After Hours - Park Gyeong-Won x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Driving you Crazy

Synopsis: A late night trip to the hospital gym results in an accident, one that brings you closer to Park Gyeong-Won and threatens to expose your growing feelings.

The hospital hallways were dark and quiet. The stillness was eerie, a stark contrast the halls that were filled with bustling crowds scurrying back and forth during the daylight hours. Park Gyeong-Won enjoyed the silence that came with night shifts. He liked the quiet, relished in the blissful peace that accompanied the darkened hallways.

He approached the gymnasium door, hoping to squeeze a quick workout in before the inevitable chaos of the trauma centre commenced. Exercise helped him think, helped ground him when he felt stressed.

Pushing open the doors, he was surprised to find a solitary figure jogging on the treadmill. How hypocritical, he smiled to himself as you ran on the equipment that you had stressed was strictly for patient use only. Your black leggings and red sports bra showed off your figure, your headphones blocking out the sound of his arrival.

You were in your own little world, so focused on your run that you didn’t notice his presence. Gyeong-Won watched you, watched the way your feet pounded against the belt of the treadmill, your breath thick and fast as your run intensified. You looked stunning, every curve accentuated in your workout gear and for a moment he forgot that you spent most days irritating him to distraction.

Your head turned, and you glimpsed Gyeong-Won out of the corner of your eye. You screamed, jumping at the unexpected visitor, your right foot hitting the belt at an odd angle.

The emergency stop engaged, but it didn’t do much to stop you from flying off the end of the treadmill and landing in an unceremonious heap on the floor.

“What the hell?” You yelled, scrambling to your feet as your face flushed with embarrassment. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes scanning your body for any kind of injury. You had a few carpet burns on your arms, but other than that you appeared to be in one piece.

“I’m fine,” you snapped. “You’re not supposed to be here though.”

“Neither are you,” Gyeong-Won smiled. “I thought you said that the gym was strictly for patient use only.”

This man drove you insane, but he had you cornered and you knew it.

“Fine, sometimes I abuse my own rules,” you sighed. Your right arm throbbed, an angry red graze extending from your forearm down to your wrist. “Go and ahead and use the gym. I’m going to go and get cleaned up.”

You stomped off into your office, pulling down a first aid kit from the shelf. You were angry; angry with Gyeong-Won for making you jump, and angry with yourself for letting him get to you so much. You were finding it harder to ignore him, harder not to notice how good he looked when he worked out. You were embarrassed that you’d made a fool of yourself, that he’d seen you fall so unceremoniously onto your face.

Gyeong-Won tried to get on with his workout. He could see you were embarrassed, and he was determined to complete his sets before his phone inevitably rang. But he couldn’t concentrate properly, couldn’t in good conscience allow you to patch yourself up when he’d been the reason you’d fallen. He headed into your office, knocking quietly on your door.

“Can I help?” he asked, watching as you struggled to balance cooling pads on both of your arms.

“I’m fine, really,” you huffed, but the pain was pretty bad, and you could use the extra hands.

Gyeong-Won ignored your stubbornness, pressing gently down on one of the cool packs. He could see the beads of sweat running down your breasts, evidence of your strenuous run. Your chest heaved as your breathing returned to normal and your skin gleamed with that post-workout glow.

“You have good form,” he complimented you. He’d never been good at talking to women; he’d never really been good at talking to anyone.

“Thanks,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips. “So do you.”

You stood in silence, all too aware of Gyeong-Won’s hands gently wrapped round your arm. His touch was warm, his fingers soft, the feel of his skin against yours sending little flickers of heat through your body. His cologne was intoxicating, and you found yourself again thinking about removing his long hair from the ponytail and wrapping your fingers around the strands.

You were so close together, mere inches apart, and if Gyeong-Won moved a few inches, his lips would be on yours. You drove him insane, but he also couldn’t deny the mounting attraction he felt for you. The air was thick, almost heady as you met each others gaze. You couldn’t stop staring at his lips, couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel against yours.

Gyeong-Won couldn’t stop thinking about the way your breasts looked in your sports bra, the Lycra fabric pushing them together in the most beautiful way. He could see the outline of your nipples, could feel his desire growing with each passing second.

“I should go,” he mumbled, eager to get away before you noticed the effect you were having on him.

“You don’t want to workout?” You asked innocently, hoping the disappointment wasn’t too evident in your voice.

“I should get back,” he said, “busy night in trauma. I’ll see you around. And, umm… I’m sorry again. About scaring you.”

He hurried out of the gym and down the deserted halls. Seeing you tonight, it had flipped something inside of Gyeong-Won, and inside you. There was an undeniable attraction, one that seemed to stifle the air in your small office.

You were finding it harder to remember why the anaesthetist annoyed you, and he was finding it hard to remember why he used to find you so irritating.

Somewhere between the incessant bickering, an attraction had formed. If neither of you were careful, it could bubble over into something more.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

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."

[edenscollardrawer]

Smirnoff - f!Whitney/f!PC

18+ content warnings & tags: fluff, alcohol use, rough sex, established relationship, drunk sex

1558 words (i told y'all i could do soft whitney)

Whitney plopped down onto the disheveled orphanage bed, a pile of well-loved stuffed animals squashed under her weight. Pulling her ratty backpack up next to her, she gave you a devilish look.

“Fancy some fun, babe?” Your gaze trailed up from the journal you were scribbling in, tossing it off onto the scratchy wood floor. You pulled yourself to stand, snatching her backpack for yourself and emptying the contents onto your sheets. A cheap bottle of vodka (that almost certainly cost less than £10) nearly clattered to the floor. A soft chuckle left your lips, shoving her softly. 

“You’re so fucking predictable,” You slide the contents of her bag aside, sliding a leg over her waist to straddle her. “Just wanna get me all messed up and fuck me, yeah?” A scoff left Whitney’s lips as you nipped at her neck, pawing at her breasts over her shirt.

“Is that a complaint? Doesn’t exactly seem like you’re pushing me away, slut.” Her hands grabbed at your ass under your skirt, punctuating the word slut. You reached over her shoulder, tits pushed directly into her face, grabbed the bottle of liquor and flicked the cap off. Taking a swig, your face scrunched with disgust, nearly spitting up all over Whitney’s face. You managed to choke it down, handing the open container to her with shaking hands as you tried to control your coughing. 

“Jesus, you really can’t hold your liquor, can you?” you shot her a sour look, your glare like a dagger. Her eyes rolled, tilting the bottle to her lips. You study her mouth, the way it wrapped around the bottle, the way her lipstick was smudged just above her upper lip. She effortlessly swallows down the liquid, passing it back to you. A loud belch punctuates the quiet of the small orphanage room. 

“Ugh, do you have to be such a twat?” You frowned, taking another generous drink. You passed the bottle back and forth like this for several minutes. Whitney capped it off, shoving it back into her bag. You pouted, lacquered nails clawing at her backpack to retrieve the bottle. A quick swat to your hand made a scowl cross over your glossed lips. Whitney wordlessly shook her head. She didn’t need to say anything, you knew she didn’t like it when you got too drunk. The sips you’d shared had already begun loosening you up, blurring the edges of your vision.

Whitney leaned back against your headboard, hands roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you into her lap. You gazed up at her longingly, admiring the way the afternoon light hit her through the orphanage window. Tucking a stray blonde lock behind her ear, you lightly traced the curve of her jaw with your finger. 

“Lightweight.” she laughed softly, grabbing your hand and putting it on her chest. Immediately your palm slips beneath the hem, hovering over the padding of her bra. While one hand groped her breast, the other hand slipped into her bag to retrieve the vodka. Whitney’s eyes remained closed, chest heaving softly as you fondled her. Before she could realize what you were doing, you’d uncapped the vodka and were taking several generous gulps. Her eyes shot open as your touching ceased, snatching the open container from your mouth.

“You’re being a brat, pull that shit again and I’m leaving.” Whitney snaps, capping off the liquor and shoving it under your pillow. Your lips pursed, arms crossing as you glared out the window. Sure, you knew you had a drinking problem, but Whitney’s harsh remarks still hurt your feelings.

“Whatever, you’re such a dick,” You mumbled, deciding to climb off her lap and plop on the spot beside her. The weak metal bed frame creaked under your weight. A growl escapes her throat, several sad plush animals toppling off the bed as Whitney lurched forward, pinning you down. Soft whimpers left you as you struggled against her grasp, the extra drinks taking a toll on your strength. 

“I’m so fucking sick of your bullshit,” She tugs roughly at your lace trim tank top, ripping some of the delicate fabric in the process. It’s lifted over your head and discarded to the floor, her hands coming down to your chest, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her mouth descended upon your neck, leaving a trail of hot, angry bites down your collarbone. You shivered under her touch, back arching against the unmade bed. She was one of your greatest weaknesses, you could never stay mad at her. Without preparation, she reached under your skirt, pushing your frilly panties to the side and plunging two digits into your core. 

“F-fuck! Whitney!” your teeth sunk into your lower lip, eyes rolling back into your head. She wasted no time building up a rhythm, fucking her fingers into you at an unrelenting pace as you clenched around her. Her thrusts were relentless, your hips meeting every curl of her movements. Her lips hovered centimeters from yours, eyelashes brushing your cheek.

“Your breath fucking reaks,” she leaned in, connecting her lips to yours in a kiss that tasted faintly of cigarettes and booze. Retreating her digits in a swift move that had you whining -  a flick of her wrist removed her already loose school tie, using it to bind your hands to the wire bed frame. Your heart pounded against the walls of your chest, head swimming with lust and alcohol. Her hips pinning you down at the waist, she reached into her backpack and pulled out the familiar blue strap-on. With practiced ease, she slipped it up her legs - a confident smirk gracing her lips. 

She positioned herself above you, cupping your cheek in her palm as the cool silicone prodded against your entrance.  She gazed up at you, chest heaving erratically as the appendage ground against your clit - eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You felt like a caged animal, gnawing at your bound arms for a chance to touch her back. Her greedy hands ran down your body, grasping at every curve. Wet kisses were peppered down your neck, a shiver running up your spine each time her lips connect to your skin. The tie digging into your wrists tormented you, building the ache in your core. An admittedly bratty mewl escaped your chest, your legs thrashing slightly in protest. 

She thrusted in all at once, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. If you weren’t subdued, your long nails would’ve been digging into the skin of her upper back. She grabbed onto the back of your leg, hoisting it over her shoulder to hit deeper within you. Stars spun behind your eyelids when she pounded into you, hitting your sweet spot instantly. Loving phrases were whispered under her breath, hardly loud enough for you to hear. A trail of sloppy pecks landed on your inner thigh where it met the crook of her neck. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through your abdomen. 

Her thrusts grew ragged, matching the irregular rise and fall of her chest as she panted above you. Back lifting off the raggedy covers, your brows knitted together as your mouth fell open. A string of drunken declarations of love spilled from your mouth, your walls pulsating around the toy as she collapsed on top of you. Deftly untying your wrists and rubbing them gently, she pressed a kiss to each palm. Both of you lay there for a moment, boozy breaths mingling together in the stale air of your cramped room. She nuzzled into the crook of your neck, arms tightening around your waist. 

“You really ought to listen better, slut.” She teased, fingers grazing your side gently. Your body tensed in response, eyes squeezing shut as a giggle forced itself from your lips. Your small spurt of laughter was all the encouragement she needed, hands diving under your shirt to tickle your soft stomach. Your body curled up, grasping at her hands and desperately trying to rip them off as you cackled loudly.

“S-STOP! STOP IT!” your squeal reverberated through the small room. She finally retracted her hands, leaning up to plant a chaste peck on your temple. She rolled off you, grabbing the vodka from under the pillow and taking a long swig, leaving you breathless. Sitting up, your eyebrows raised quizzically as you watched her. 

“Hey, that’s not fair!” you whined petulantly as she shrugged, capping it off and zipping it back up in her bag. It didn’t irritate you, not really, anyways. It showed that she cared. You laid back on the bed together once again. In the soft glow of the late afternoon, here with your girlfriend, your room felt less like a prison and more like a piece of heaven. Cuddling into her chest, your palm comes to rest on the side of her face, vision slightly blurry as you rub her cheek with your thumb.

“You’re so pretty…” your voice comes out a little more slurred than intended. Whitney’s eyes roll as she grabs your hand, holding it in hers and resting it on her torso. You swear you can see the faintest hint of blush creep up her neck. 

“Shut up.” she mutters quietly. The comfortable silence enveloped you both, and you listened to the quiet beating of her heart. For now, that was enough. 

[bump1nthen1ght]

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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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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18+, Edge x Randy Orton one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: lace panties, vibrators, frottage, jealousy, biting, slight feminization, Randy realizes things

Word count: 3076

Summary:

Edge convinces Randy to try some new things.

“What do you think? Would they look good on Veronica?”

Edge held up a pair of lacy white panties with light pink trim and a tiny light pink bow right on the front. They were pretty, a classic design for a sweet and ladylike young woman. He raised his eyebrows and smiled widely with a naughty twinkle in his eye, mashing at his gum like he was so fond of doing. 

“Veronica thinks she’s innocent enough for those just because she’s blonde?” Randy took one glance at Edge’s smirk and rolled his eyes. He sure was getting a kick out of all this, the freak.

“I think she can be when she wants to, which as you know is very rarely.”

Edge tossed the underwear back into its little pile. Randy was really lame when he was embarrassed, it was annoying. He just couldn't get out of his own head.

“Well, what about these for Lauren? They seem like her style.”

Another pair in the same design, black with white trimming and a matching bow, was dangled in Randy’s face. He snatched them out of Edge’s hands and rubbed the lace between his fingers as discreetly as possible, liking the way they felt. They were nice, he had to admit. Cute but not cutesy. They'd probably make his ass look great…

“Hi, do you two need help with anything? Any recommendations for the women in your lives?”

A very eager, very enthusiastic saleswoman with dark brown hair bounded over to Randy and Edge. Her hands were behind her back, her chest puffed out to give her Bombshell bra and what held it some attention. Both men zeroed in on her cleavage and determined that she was a pretty good advertisement for the Victoria's Secret padding technology. 

“No sweetheart, we’re okay. Thanks though.”

Edge winked at her and like he expected, the girl giggled before turning away. It was enough to irritate Randy even more. It's not like he had any problems getting women-- by this point they were chasing him. It wasn't even enjoyable any more since they started appearing in his hotel room half naked or "accidentally" brushing against his crotch at the club. Edge was still having a good time being a flirt, whispering sweet nothings in their ear and leaving light touched across their backs until they went home with him for the night. When Randy was sipping at his drink as the ladies pawed at him in their private section, he let his eyes glaze over while Edge reveled in an abundance of female attention. He already knew how it felt to do the picking up; sometimes, when he was especially drunk, he wanted to know how it felt to be picked up by someone like Edge.

“Mmm,” Edge tilted his head and let his eyes rest on the saleswoman’s ass while she bent over to make extra-super-sure that her sneaker was tied tightly. 

“Is she hotter than Lauren?”

"Who, Little Miss Push-Up Bra over there? No way." 

Edge lowered his voice as he grabbed back the black and white underwear from Randy, who was looking weirdly upset. Fire burned blue in his eyes as his lips poked out, all pretty and kissable. Randy could be the cutest thing when he was angry. Edge loved upsetting him off just to see him pout and puff up his chest.

"Lauren has great tits and a nice waist that I hope she lets me see later. Plus she makes noises when she comes that get me hard to the point I can't think straight."

Oh, so this is what being chatted up by him felt like. Huh. The air of the tiny store weighed down Randy's lungs. 

"I don't think I've met anyone hotter than her, to be honest. Whenever she's not around, all I do is think about fucking her until she begs me to stop. I even think about her when I'm with other women." Edge said this with so much conviction that Randy blushed. They'd never done anything more than stare at each other while they masturbated in the same room. All those times Edge was thinking about him and not some rat he'd fucked in the past? How flattering.

The champions were starting to get funny looks from other customers. To be fair, they did look out of place. Two giant men in gaudy Affliction t-shirts staring at panties while thumping pop music played over the speakers? One frozen stiff, more turned than he'd ever been before in his life? The other looking as crazy as ever, ready to pounce on his prey? By this point they were obviously not trying to buy something for their girlfriends.

"Let's go get in line," Edge was all business now, tamping down his hard-on.  

“Okay. Wait, which pair did yo— Veronica choose?”

“Don’t worry about it. Whatever she chose, I promise you it very much fits her personality.”

“All this parading around you were doing and you already had an idea in mind for her?”

“Sure. She just wanted to weigh out her options. Also it was fun to see Lauren squirm around too."

"You piece of shit." Randy lunged forward as Edge brushed him off to head to the cashier.

---

“This is so embarrassing.”

Randy couldn't take his eyes off of himself in the mirror. Was he being punked? Was Edge running some kind of blackmail con job on him? Were there hidden cameras somewhere in the room? This had to be revenge for all of the many pranks Randy had pulled on him over the years.

No, he really was standing in a random hotel room in a pair of lace panties. Out of the many directions life could've taken him in, this was one of the last ones he expected.

“Don’t be dramatic, you look sexy. Oh, will wearing the belt make you feel better?”

Before Randy could answer, Edge was up and across the room to grab one of their tag team titles. He fastened it around Randy’s waist and patted the cold metal. 

“Huh. Now instead of being an idiot wearing women’s underwear, I’m an idiot wearing women’s underwear and a championship belt. Yeah, I feel a lot better now,” Randy huffed. So whiny. 

“You can be such a crybaby sometimes, geez. Here, I’ll put mine on too. Then at least we can be idiots together.”

Randy watched as Edge put on his own belt and surprisingly, he did feel a little less stupid. The gold of the title shined in the ugly hotel lighting, highlighting the nicely wrapped package Edge was sporting. He'd chosen a pair of panties that was very Him: black and red, barely enough fabric to be considered a thong. They barely contained his length, a drool-worthy sight for Randy. 

“I don’t know why I was so shocked to learn that you’re into perverted shit like this.” 

Randy's dick was getting hard at seeing himself in such a delicate fabric. When Edge first brought this whole idea up they were both damn near blackout drunk and Randy was ready to agree to anything that would keep Edge interested in him.

(The memory makes Randy curse himself: “You know what would be… you should-- ah, man." Edge flopped on the bed. The ceiling was spinning above him precariously. Maybe if he shut his eyes he could get off this ride. A limp index finger pointed towards a thin piece of fabric on the floor. "Panties," he slurred.

"What?" 

Randy stopped himself from falling right on top of his partner by instead straddling him. His head lolled around to rest his glassy eyes on a brightly colored thong some girl they brought back left behind. Was Edge saying what he thought he was saying?

"Iwannaseeyourdick. In… panties." Edge passed out then, softly snoring and leaving Randy high and dry for the night. The next morning Randy agreed to the proposition, but only if Edge wore them too. You know, to even the playing field.)

“You need to relax, Randy,” Edge brushed his lips against Randy’s ear, his cock pressed against his ass as he continued to whisper. “Let go, let yourself enjoy it all.”

"I shoulda never let you talk me into this," Randy shook his head at himself. He tried to lace his voice with regret. It was hard to though when Edge, ever the sneaky bastard, was breathing in his ear and rubbing his cock against him and he was so warm and he had those big pretty eyes and long hair—

“Talk you into what? From what I can recall, you were the one who brought the whole idea back up,” Edge laughed and snaked his hand down past Randy's stomach to palm at his cock. They’d never done anything more than watch each other masturbate (which was starting to get a little stale if you asked Edge, no matter how much watching Randy twist his hand around his lubed up dick turned him on). 

"Fuck off, you were one who said it in the first place."

"You sure about that? I was so drunk I can't remember a thing from that night," Edge bit into Randy's shoulder. Grabbing on to said shoulders, he turned Randy around to face him. It was kind of nice to be with someone the same height as him.

"Come on, come sit in my lap. I've got something else for you."

Edge moved to sit against the headboard of their king sized bed, legs spread wide open. He bit at his smiling bottom lip invitingly, like a pin-up girl or something, caressing his cock like it was a compulsion with one hand and taking off the belt with the other. As Randy sat himself in Edge’s lap, grinding against his crotch and removing his own belt, he settled quickly into his new position. It was comfortable enough. Randy could easily imagine himself bouncing on his cock sitting just like this. 

"Close your eyes."

Edge rubbed his hand against the small of Randy’s back, his fingers inching towards Randy’s ass. He was getting antsy now that they'd gotten this far. Randy had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he missed Edge coating his fingers in lube (probably hid the bottle under the blankets, Randy thought too late) and maneuvering himself under the seat of his underwear. This was maybe the second or third time he let Edge get this close near his ass and his nerves were totally shot over the whole thing.

”So tight, Randy. So perfect," Edge cooed. He'd only pushed himself in and out of his tight ring of muscle a few times before Randy was fucking himself back onto his fingers. "When are you gonna let me put my tongue in there?"

"Never, what the hell is wrong with you?" 

Randy twitched a little seeing Edge's smirk. If fingers felt this good, a wet tongue was probably insane. Edge was being a real tease at the moment, Randy knew it. Fingers couldn't be his big surprise for the night.

"Okay, you ready?"

"Ready for what-- FUCK," Randy yelled.

Fingers were replaced by, no doubt, the most intense sensation Randy had ever experienced before in his life. Edge managed to slip a skinny vibrating dildo into Randy's ass with one push, throwing the man currently writhing above him for a loop. It sent Randy reeling, his hips moving on their own volition to rub his dick against his panties and Edge's stiff cock. They both hissed at feeling themselves rub against one another.

Edge took the opportunity to press Randy’s pliable body against his chest, reveling in the way he trembled and squirmed around. He left small love bites across the pecs he loved so much, careful not to bruise his perfect chest. Randy’s skin was on fire from, blazing hot and burning him up from the inside out. There was no way this was happening right now, no way he could ever feel this damn amazing.

"I love your tits," Edge breathed softly, pushing them together over and over again. It only served to make Randy move faster trying to feel Edge's dick twist against his own while he tried his hardest to get the toy deeper inside him. 

“I— oh my God, Edge, what the fuck… this feels— oh…”

Randy continued to stammer as he shoved himself farther down on the smooth toy, chasing after the high that it was bestowed upon him. It buzzed loud and harsh in Edge’s fingers, a cheap battery-operated thing he bought at the mall’s gag gift store while Randy was off signing autographs in the food court. The teenage boy cashier gave him a weird look when he handed it to him, but didn't say a word. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain to his friends that he sold a dildo to a famous wrestler. 

With an incredibly shaky hand, Randy reached to grab onto Edge's free wrist for some purchase. It was all too much, everything from the toy to the way the underwear felt against his cock to the way Edge felt against his cock and goddamn his brain was going to pour out from his ears. Tears began to cloud his vision and spill down his overheated face and he wondered how much more pathetic could he be?

"Shit, I'm gonna— I’m gonna come."

“Uh-huh. You always do all that talking about how you don't want anything up your ass. Now look at you,” Edge whispered, as venomous as ever as he licked up Randy’s sweat. The words stung Randy, his body jolting into the air as Edge filled him to the hilt. Fine whatever, he was a hypocrite. He saw the light, praise Jesus and hallelujah! If only Edge could stop being so smug about it and just keep pushing against his prostate. 

“Can you shut the fuck up and kiss me?”

Edge thought his head was going to snap right off his neck with the speed he reached forward to kiss Randy with. He breathed in deep as he felt Randy’s thrusts against him become more deliberate. Sudden embarrassment washed over him from the flood of passion Randy possessed him with. His tongue was so soft, it swirled so nicely around his…

“Oh, look at how wet you are… All from one little— one little kiss. I thought I was supposed to be… the desperate one.” 

The smile that broke up Randy’s features could only be described as delirious. In the midst of all his pleasure, he managed to find it in him rib Edge about the stream of precome that created a wet spot on his panties. Scrunched up eyebrows showed that Edge was trying his hardest to come up with a quippy retort. Unfortunately for him, certain distractions made him fall short. Holding the toy in place with Randy filled up was the best he could come up with, and what a response it gave him. 

”I need you to — please, I need to feel you inside of me. Want you …” Randy’s voice pitched up, but his words died away. He realized that he started whining, upset that he wasn't getting fucked like he wanted. The vibration of the toy felt better than great, close to heavenly. He could bet though that it was nothing compared to (Randy gazed down hungrily at Edge’s cock straining and slipping against the lace) what having an actual real cock inside of him must feel like. That would be his true undoing, he thought. 

“Want me to what? Want me to come inside you? Is that why you're pouting? I’ve been wanting to do that since—“ A moan cut Edge’s thoughts into fragments. “Since the first time we watched each other jerk off. Fuck, since we first started tagging together. You’re so hot, Randy.”

Motormouth Edge, always talking his head off when he was close. It was nothing but sex soaked babbles that wormed into Randy’s head every time, the roughness in his voice exciting him. Thinking about Edge’s come dribbling out of his ass, his muscles spasming involuntarily to keep it all inside of him… 

Randy's orgasm felt like a taser being pressed right at the base of his spine, a total system failure that turned his body to jello for a few seconds while it wracked through him. Edge felt the wet spot between them spread even further. 

When he came back down to earth, Randy looked on lazily as Edge pulled the toy out and continued to rut against his completely overstimulated cock. He blinked heavy damp lashes at his tag team partner below him, mesmerized by the way Edge was staring a hole through him in return. 

“Hurry up and come for me, you know I like to watch you,” Randy demanded. 

Edge grabbed onto Randy’s hips and wished he was being surrounded by the tight heat of his hole. Feeling his dick slide around next to his own was a pretty good consolation prize too. Even when Randy was actling like jerk it was still sort of endearing, and it didn’t take Edge much longer for his come to spurt out thinking of fucking all that attitude out of him. Maybe next time, if Randy was ready. 

The two men panted and assessed each other. They were sweaty, sticky, and as tired as if they’d just finished a match. Randy peeled himself off of Edge, who looked like he was close to passing out. He figured now was as good a time as any to finally take the stupid underwear off. 

“Be careful with those, don’t rip ‘em. We can use them again.”

“There’s not a washing machine in the world powerful enough to get all of our come and sweat out of these. They’re a lost cause,” Randy threw the well worn pair of panties in the bathroom’s trash can with no fanfare. That experiment was over. 

“You’re no fun, Randy.” 

Edge followed him into the bathroom, walking past him to start up the shower. 

“As evidenced by letting you put a vibrator up my ass, I’m plenty of fucking fun. I'm a whole amusement park’s worth of fun. Get in the shower before you really piss me off.”

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch— ow!”

Randy punched Edge in the arm under the stream of warm water, both of them trying their hardest not to be the first to laugh.

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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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[blossom-boo]

(🏎️) spent the past days thinking about bojan in drag. i just .

he‘d usually be comfortable in his masculinity, but every now and then, he‘d need to feel pretty. he‘d want to be my girl.

of course, i‘d do everything to make him comfortable. bring out the dresses i like the most on him, do his skincare and make-up, and call him my girl. call him stephanie.

i’d wanna spoil her. take her out on fancy dates and buy her pretty dresses. get her everything she wants, whenever she wants. wash and braid her hair. shave her clean everywhere. put her in cute and short skirts, buy her push-up bras with extra padding and make sure her cleavage is deep and visible. so that everyone can see how beautiful my girl is.

her closet would be so full of cute dresses and skirts. lingerie, too. every morning, i‘d check what panties she‘s wearing for me. she‘d have matching sets — i‘d make sure to wash them every day. she wouldn‘t have to worry about things like that. the only thing she‘d need to do is look pretty for me.

and of course, she‘d need to make me feel good. pull down the front of her dress when asked and show me her pretty tits. spread her legs and rub herself over her panties. i‘d breed her full, making her take load after load. she‘d need to become pregnant, after all. so she could feel my love pumping deep inside her, pouring out of her wet folds.

when all is done, i‘d kiss her on her pretty pussy and then make her warm my cock through the night. who knows, maybe if i woke up, stephanie would be gone, and bojan would be back.

i swear to god. i'm lightheaded. I Think I Hauve Covid. the dresses and the washing evrrything for her and the braiding her long blond hair for her and and and-. do we share the same brain. can you please stop matching my freak so well (<- lie. please never stop).

[skellymom]

"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.

To read Chapter 16 "Trip Like I Do"

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/758770205138845696/vagabonds-chapter-16-trip-like-i-do?source=share

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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me when I wear an extra padded push up bra･*🎀:༅｡