#Gentle rocking of traveling at speed

[somecallmekay]

Late night trains through the dark my beloved

[needle-noggins]

The Biology and Riding of Thoma

Thoma, also known as Thomases (singular: Thomas), are the primary animal used on No Man's Land for transportation, meat, eggs, feathers and oil. The meat can be eaten fresh or dried into jerky, and thoma meat, fried in thoma oil and sprinkled with worm dust, is a popular street food. These massive birds were genetically engineered early on in No Man's Land history and are well-suited for the desert, making them easy to raise and care for. Plus, they're easy to ride.

Biology

Thoma are a combination of several bird species, genetically similar to Emu and Ostriches, but with the stature of much larger birds such as the extinct Terror birds (Phorusrhacids), standing near 5-6 feet tall at the withers. Their bright blue plumage and loosely-packed feathers helps dissipate heat. They have long eyelashes to keep out dust, and they have a second eyelid that protect the cornea from grit and bright UV light. This does, however, decrease visibility, making them more prone to tripping over rocks.

Thoma have a long, feathery neck that helps balance them at faster speeds along with the heavy, muscled keel. The keel is engineered to be similar to that of a broiler chicken, as their vestigial wings are useless except for thoma mating displays. Under the throat is a vocal sac, which can be used to transmit low rumbles over long distances. Most thoma, however, prefer to chirp at a frequency easily heard by their human caretakers and riders. They have long, powerful legs, capable of galloping up to 40 iles an hour, and a kick that can disembowel an attacker or rip into a worm's exoskeleton. The three talons on their feet need to be trimmed by an experienced farrier every 4-8 weeks, depending on a bird's mileage.

Thoma eat a diet of seeds, grains, worms, and (when available) fruits and vegetables. Like many birds before them, they will sometimes ingest small rocks and pebbles to help grind their food in the gizzard. The thin, short beak is perfect for pecking at the ground, and when provoked, they will also peck at an enemy. Thoma are, however, generally good-natured creatures, as they have been bred to be.

Riding

Thoma are easy-going and very trainable with a nice floating gait, making them great mounts for humans on No Man's Land. Like many birds, they can move their legs independently from the movement of the spine, which allows the use of saddles. Most saddles are similar to old Western saddles, and are optimized for comfort and long journeys. However, in the bigger cities, some people may ride Thoma in competitions, typically using more English-style tack for greater control of the bird. typically two straps are used to secure the saddle - a breastplate to keep it from sliding back, and a girth/breeching to prevent it from sliding forward. The strong legs are left free to move as needed, giving the bird great flexibility.

The tack on the head often consists of a bridle, a canvas covering on the neck, and a headpiece with blinders. Headpieces and bridles may vary, as the design has been through several different iterations, but the general idea is to generate gentle pressure on the beak when the reins are pulled and to protect the eyes. The headpiece often has blinders and a screen over the eyes, allowing the bird to travel without using the second eyelid. This allows the thomas to move with greater agility, picking its way around desert rocks even at high speeds. The canvas across the neck protects the feathers from the reins and keeps the bird cool. Some headpieces also include a protective metal beak piece that can be used as a weapon.

Thoma make excellent mounts as they are docile, easy to train, have very few natural predators, little fear of humans, and can live on worms alone in a pinch. They do require some water, not having ability to store much themselves, but their ability to dissipate heat and the ways in which the tack can help keep them cool minimizes the need. There are a few wild herds, but most thoma live on ranches or in stables, marked with a leg band or brand.

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Hi, I'm new here, don't know if you're still doing requests. If you are can you please write Miguel x fem reader with mirror shenanigans?? Like Miguel makes her watch him fingering her and makes her watch as he pounds into her. Make them really desperate too, this man has me feral

Ofc ofc I can. I make posts whenever requests are open or closed and I put it in my bio so that’s how you’ll know for the future <3

Miguel x f!reader - Mirror

CW: NSFW, mirror sex, fingering, praise, p in v sex, sex with no plot, sprinkle of after care

You shivered, feeling Miguel’s warm hands carress down your sides. “I can barely resist you , Cariño…” He whispered in your ear, voice dropped to a low growl as you felt a hard bulge poke against your bare ass. He had you standing here completely exposed in front of your full length mirror. He loved seeing your face in the reflection, seeing your blush and how embarrassed you looked.

Miguel brought his hands back up and massaged your breasts gently, enjoying the little noises you made. A hand stayed groping your soft flesh while the other traveled down. He slid to fingers between your slick folds, earning a gasp as they brushed against your clit.

“Mmm… So wet already. You’re loving this aren’t you?” He teased you as he rubbed circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. You moaned and leaned your head back against his shoulder. He hummed in satisfaction as his fingers made their way to your tight hole. He smirked a little as he spread your pussy lips and made you look at the mirror. “See how wet and desperate you are darling? It’s beautiful.” He placed a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Miguel please…” You whined. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You gasped as you felt his fingers slide into you, moaning as they stretched your tight cunt. He made you watch as they disappeared inside you, re-emerging before going back in over and over. He loved seeing your expressions, so needy and desperate, and oh so embarrassed to see yourself crumble.

Your back arched as he continued to finger you, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot. His thumb continued to run circles on your clit as he made you fall apart in his arms. You’re unable to look away from your reflection as he brings you closer to your release.

Feeling the familiar warmth in your gut, your hand goes to his wrist to try and speed up his movements. But he’s stronger and keeps this agonizing pace despite your protests, fingers moving in and out slowly, thumb circling at the same rate. You could hold it anymore, every touch sent sparks through your body.

You let out moan as you spilled on his fingers, his pace quickening slightly as you ride out your orgasm. Your face is red with blush as you see yourself come undone just from his hand. He whispers sweet praises in your ear as he pulls his fingers out.

He puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting your slick as you watch in the reflection of the mirror. You panted a little and closed your eyes for a moment, only to feel his length suddenly slide between your folds. You gasp and your eyes snap open as you look at the mirror, seeing him slowly rock his hips as his cock is coated in your juices.

You moan as he rubs against your overstimulated pussy, the tip of his cock teasing your hole as it clenched around nothing. “Hm… Already needing to be filled again?” He teases as he slowly pushes into you, urging you to bend over so he has better access. You moan as he enters you, feeling every inch go in.

He lets you adjust before he starts thrusting, slowly in and out while watching your sweet face in the mirror. Your moans were music to his ears as he picked up his speed, making you louder. You tried to quiet yourself, tried putting a hand over your mouth. He didn’t like that. He gave your ass a quick spank before he moved your hand.

“I wanna hear you, amor. Wanna hear your moans and cries as I fuck you.” Miguel growled in your ear as his pace quickened. Soon he was pounding you, the force making your breasts bounce. He loved the sight so much, seeing you so helpless and bent over so cute on his cock. It drove him mad.

He couldn’t hold back as he ravaged your pussy, the speed of his thrusts almost inhuman. His hands moved to your hips, holding tight as he pumped his cock into you over and over, bringing you both closer to the edge.

You moaned and cried as he mercilessly pounded your cunt. A familiar knot started to form in your gut, a thin layer of sweat over the both of you. You could feel the release coming. His hand moved to your pussy, and just a few touches to your clit was enough to send you over the edge.

You let out a loud cry as another orgasm ripped through you, tightening around his cock as you gripped his arm. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t care. He groaned and his hips stuttered a bit as he spilled inside you. You gasp and moan as you feel his warm sticky fluid fill you, his thrusts never stopping. He kept a slow and steady pace as you two ride out your orgasms, occasionally letting out a grunt or groan when he felt your pussy clench, milking the cum from his dick.

Miguel slowly pulled out once your orgasms finished, placing gentle kisses to your burning skin. He scooped you up and brought you to the bathroom, preparing a nice warm bath to help you both relax.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Smutober Day 18 ~ Gentle ~ Kim Seokjin [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

PAIRING: Jin x Fem !Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, gentle sex, soft, unprotected sex

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

"You drive me insane," Jin whispered as he kissed down your neck, his hands travelling up your legs as he rubbed you through your underwear. A small whimper leaves your mouth as you try to keep as quiet as you can. The two of you weren't alone in the house tonight and the last thing you needed was your parents or his hearing you have sex.

"Please," You whisper to him as you lay yourself on the mattress, spreading your legs open and letting him position himself between you. The two of you kissed gently, your hands holding his face as you tried to pull him as close to you as you could get him. You rolled your hips up a little feeling his cock straining against the material of his boxers. It had been a very long day and you were desperate to feel the touch of your boyfriend, 

"Jin," You whispered, pushing your hands down to his boxers and pushing them off his body. Meanwhile, Jin slipped a finger into you and smirked to himself, you were soaking wet for him and he couldn't help but think about why it must have been,

"So wet for me, is the excitement that you could get caught turning you on?" He chuckled softly, and your breath caught in your throat as he started to move his finger in and out of you, curling it up a little.

"I love you so much," You whisper as you pull his wrist away from you sliding his finger out before taking his cock into your hand. You didn't want to wait for him anymore, you needed him and you needed him now. 

You wrapped both of your legs around his waist as his tip pressed against your entrance.

"I love you too." He whispered, kissing you deeply as he entered you. Your moan was muffled by his lips and your hands held onto his shoulders tightly as Jin let you adjust to him. Jin pulled out of you slowly before pushing back into you, your hands resting on his cheek as you stared deeply into each other's eyes while he rocked into you.

Each of you bit down hard on your bottom lip to try and stifle the moans you didn't want your family members to hear.

"J-Jin," You moaned out a little louder than intended, the tightening in your stomach making it hard for you to control the sound of your own moaning. Jin chuckled as he hid his face in your neck, kissing the skin softly as you begged him not to stop.

The speed of his hops increased just a little but with each thrust, he hit deeper and deeper. Your hand found his and he squeezed it tightly, both of you reaching your highs together,

"F-Fuck," Jin moaned as he came, slowly pulling out of you and collapsing on the bed beside you. The two of you panting heavily as you silently listened to see if you could hear any movement from inside of the house.

"I think we're in the clear," Jin whispered as he kissed your cheek quickly before getting up and going to the en-suite to retrieve a warm wet cloth to clean you with.

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[sillygoose067]

Over the 7 Seas

Ch.37

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, fingering, fluffiness

You spend some more time locking lips while you recuperate. Charles is still hard, impressively enough. You reach a hand down to feel the weight of him in your hand. “Can I touch you?”, you ask, big doe eyes looking up at him curiously. He gives you the green light, and you giggle when your hand meets the edge of the towel wrapped around his hips. “How is this still on?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes crinkle at your infectious laughter, joining in himself. He shrugs in answer. 

Once you make contact, Charles’ head bows down, touching foreheads with you as he exhales on top of you. You gasp when you feel the size and warmth of his cock in your hand. 

“It’s so big Charles. There’s no way that’ll fit inside me!”

“Yes it will baby. We’re going to make it fit”. The last bit is pushed out of gritted teeth. 

There’s a brief pause as you soak in his words, feeling the lubrication works gearing up again down there. 

“Can I… Can I make you feel good too? The way you did for me?”, you stutter out nervously. 

He lifts his head to meet your eyes, his own a dark, dilated pool of lust. “Not today, Angel. Today’s all about you.”

And then, he’s reaching to the bedside table to grab a condom and down to stretch you on two fingers once more, making sure you’re prepared. The fullness makes you whimper, rocking back against his hand. Charles sits up, grasping his cock with the fingers that were inside of you, lubing it up. Placing a hand next to your head, and leaning into a position where he could see your face while he would push in, he brought his member to your soaked pussy, toying your clit with his tip, making you squirm impatiently. 

“Y/n, this might hurt a little but, even after loosening you up. I need you to tell me when it hurts, okay?”

You nod. “Please, want you in me. Need it”, you whine.

He positions the head at your entrance and begins to push in, eyes watching your face for discomfort. You wince at the stretch around his tip, tears prickling your eyes and gripping the arm next to your head tightly. “You okay baby?”

You take a moment to regain yourself. Nodding, you meet his gaze, and he brushes the tears away with his thumbs, kissing the corners of your eyes, apologizing for the pain with every kiss as he stays still, allowing you to get used to the stretch first.

“I think I’m alright”, you breathe. “You can move now.”

Charles keeps his eyes on your face as he slowly pushes in completely to the hilt, watching your mouth fall open at the feeling of fullness, head lolling back, eyes fluttering. He pulls out at the same speed, and when he finds no discomfort, slides a hand under you and props your hips up into an arch, gliding back in more smoothly, pulling an “unh” sound of you.

“Good?”, he whispers against your lips as you pant from the actions of his hips, thrusting up into you fluidly. You reach for his hand again, the other hand creeping behind his head to pull him down, closer. 

“I love you”, you whisper before capturing his lips. He groans into your mouth and deepens the next thrust, making you part from him and gasp while clutching his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his lithe waist. 

He repeats your words back to you with each thrust, each gasp of pleasure, each moan, whimper, and whine, all while nipping and licking your neck and collar. When he brings a hand back up to caress your nipple, you grab a handful of his hair, crushing his lips to yours. 

But then, the hand travels lower and rubs gentle circles on your sensitive clit and your descent comes hurling towards you. You’re panting and making beautiful sounds, head thrown back, and Charles props himself more comfortably onto an elbow, protectively keeping your head from bumping into the headboard, twisting his wrist to use the back of his hand to brush the hair out of your face. 

You tighten further around him and he grunts from the exertion and effort to not cum first. The circle on your clit is speeding up now, as is your impending climax. “Let go for me, Cheri. I’ve got you.”

You seize up and wrap yourself around Charles as you come, pushing your chest into him and whimpering into his mouth, your body doing everything possible to be as close to him as you can get. Unable to fight off his own orgasm, your boyfriend follows off the cliff right after you, curling into you, teeth sunken into your lip, groaning into your mouth as he convulses. At this very moment, you are one– body, mind, soul. 

Once Charles recovers, he presses a kiss to your temple and rolls off to the side, pulling the condom off and discarding it. You’re so weak and unable to move, eyes shut as you catch your breath and try to ride through the faint twitching. 

“You did so good baby. Go to sleep, you’re safe, I’ll clean us up.”

The exhaustion gets to you and you let it envelop you. 

…

Charles gets to work, wiping the sweat and cum off you with a damp towel, adding some lotion to the swollen skin and lovebites. He reawakens you briefly to get some water into your system and send you to pee. He changed the sheets while you were in the bathroom.

That night, you sleep curled around each other, bare bodies pressed against one another, sharing heat and pleasantly sated.

[rexxdjarin]

Thinking about Rex waking up at like 3 am. He couldn’t sleep. It takes some time to adjust to time changes after traveling from planet to planet. That doesn’t seem to stop his body though…

because he’s hard as a rock. Painfully hard.

He can feel every dip and swell of Mari’s body snuggling against him, which is only making the throb worse. She’s sleeping so soundly - at least he thinks she is. Her hands are balled up in fists, clinging to the shirt he wore to bed. She always holds on to him like this the first night back.

With all the pent up arousal he’d had to bury down for weeks finally safe to come to the surface to meet her, his body couldn’t help but react. He sighed softly, shifting the heavy weight between his thighs while trying not to wake her.

She rustles gently, her thigh draped over his slowly dropping back. “Rex?” she mewls gently, “-you awake?”

His heart leaps in his chest at the sound of her voice. “Mhm.” he affirms, moving his arm to curl around her side. “A little too awake.” he chuckled, shifting uncomfortably as the weight of his excitement between his thighs reminded him of its existence.

“Mmm?” Mari cooed quizzically, lifting her head off his chest for a moment before realizing precisely what he meant. “Oh.” she giggled happily, turning to look up at him. Though her eyes were heavy with sleep, there was no hiding her intrigue. Rex would never mistake that twinkle in her eyes.

Her hands ghosted down the cool fabric on his chest, making his heartbeat thump harder in anticipation. The hand he’d been holding her waist with gripped onto her a little tighter to show his appreciation. He had really missed her, especially like this.

She brushed her fingers along the waistband of his briefs and hummed happily, “can I?” her eyes met his again and she smiled up at him so bright that the light of every star system he’d ever seen could never compare. Maker- he loved her so much.

“Please.” he practically whined, shimmying his hips up a bit to give her easier access. He inhaled deeply, her sweet floral scent making his brain go a little fuzzy.

Hooking her fingers into his briefs, she slipped it down and instructed him when to lift up so she could maneuver the fabric out of their way. His cock slapped heavily onto his upper thigh, making him shudder with relief.

She brought her fingers to her mouth, slicking each one with her tongue, the sound driving him nearly to madness. Her touch followed, each slippery digit carefully tracing around his shaft. “I missed you.” she teased, glancing up at him as she curled her fingers around his length.

His eyes fluttered closed, focusing on his shaky breathing so he didn’t explode right away. Already the movement was doing it for him. She stroked in a gentle rhythm, passing over his tip with her palm the way she knew he liked. Beads of his precum coated her grip, making each pass frictionless as she guided her fist up and down gingerly. “Mmm. I think….you can tell how much I- fuck- missed you.”

“Always, baby.” she muttered, her passes increasing in speed each time. The motions were steady and smooth now, allowing him space to twitch to his hearts content. It felt beyond good to be where he belonged.

His pulse raced, with all the blood in his body draining to his core. A thin sheen of sweat coated his skin now, sticking to the fabric of his tshirt and making him shiver. Her heat was right there against his thigh and knowing that made the fire in his gut rage that much hotter.

He groaned from deep in his chest, gripping her sheets beneath him as the pleasure swirling inside him threatened to boil over. “Ah fuck…Mari…” his mind was in a haze, the only thing he could think or feel was her. That’s all he wanted overwhelming him. As good as her perfect, talented little hands were, he could feel her slick heat against his thigh. He didn’t want to finish anywhere else.

With every ounce of strength he had left, he grabbed at her waist. “fuck- get over here.” he grunted, rolling her over on top of him and letting that warmth between her thighs bump against his now pounding cock.

She yelped in surprise, the softest moan leaving her lips at the delightful contact. Her hands splayed onto his chest, her dark hair spilling over to curtain the space between her body and his. Her big, dark eyes filled with devotion and arousal met his, daring him to make his move before she could hers. Both of their chests heaved as their heartbeats pumped shared pleasure in perfect sync.

With one hand settling on her hip, he used the other to curl into her panties and slide the useless fabric to the side. Her own dripping heat coated his fingertips and he outright moaned as he maneuvered his cock between her folds. Her hands were good, so good, but this was better. This was heaven. Her like this was all he had ever needed.

“Rex!” she whimpered, surprise mixing with her own excitement as he notched his length up to her entrance. He let the pad of his thumb press into her clit, watching her head tip back in ecstasy at the delightful pressure. “Ahh…fu-fuck…me.”

With her drenching his full and now desperately hard cock, he couldn’t wait another second. He’d bust right now if he lost focus. He took a deep breath and split her on top of him, groaning loudly as she enveloped him. Her hold on his chest faltered at him overpowering her and he shifted to hold her against him.

She buried her face in his neck and kissed him frantically to match the desperate snapping rhythm his thrusts were now finding in her. Tighter and warmer than he could ever recollect, she siphoned him into her over and over again, always finding space to take all of him. she was made for him.

“Mesh’la, you’re so good for me…so so good.” he rambled lazily, losing himself in her delightfully tight hold on him. The filthy sounds of her taking each bruising thrust was weakening his composure and all he wanted to do was give himself to her.

“Rex….Rex please….more. Give me everything.” She whined against him, her hand resting on his jaw and keeping them pressed together in joined ecstasy. “I want to take all of you. Please.” Her walls fluttered around him, signaling to him that she was far too close to make this last much longer.

He wasn’t far off either. Her words igniting the fire in him that would always inevitably lead to an explosion. All he ever needed was to hear her like this, calling for him and only him. His name. His girl. His his his.

A chilling shudder of molten heat rolled down the length of his spine, traveling down his entire body until it burst in his lower belly. “Gonna cum mesh’la. Tell me…tell me where.” he asked, desperately holding back his final bruising snap until she gave him the word.

She was already collapsing, her walls closing and locking down around him and not letting go. Her thighs tightened around his own and she leaned back to grasp his face in her hands. A filthy moan he’d only ever hear in his fantasies left her as she tipped her forehead onto his. “Inside….Oh Rex!”

His mind wiped and he felt the tension ailing him finally snap. Inside her. The words making him unwind at light speed. Thick spurts of him erupted into her waiting core with each weighted shiver. His climax joined perfectly with hers as it slammed into both of them. Her lips met his and he lost himself surrounded by only her. All he had ever wanted.

With his eyes closed, they shared exhausted exhales. Every shaky inhaled breath between them sealed in with a passionate kiss. He couldn’t break from her for even a second. His life was hers and she kissed him like she knew it. They took turns trying to catch their breath, panting as their lips parted only briefly. He couldn’t move and she wouldn’t either.

She held his cheek with her hand and nuzzled into him affectionately. “Thank you for waking me.” She sighed happily, curling her body into his once more.

“Thank you for helping.” He laughed softly, so pleasantly satisfied and thoroughly tired now. “I love you.” He admitted, pulling their blankets around them and holding onto her tightly.

“Love you too, baby. Now get some rest, you had a long mission.”

—

I am so unwell over them.

[dokibunny]

An Ogerpon fan convergent form OC I made for the Scarlet and Violet fan Discord Easter contest! :3

“In exchange for a newborn Pokemon’s eggshells, it feeds the newborn a special baby food it makes out of berries that is said to help a baby Pokemon grow strong and never fall ill.”

“It travels the world to use its dancing to manipulate the weather and create environments most ideal for the healthy birth of as many baby Pokemon as possible. It is busiest during the spring.”

Bunpyon’s form, ability, and typing change depending on the wooden slippers it wears. All forms set misty terrain but also have an additional effect, except for Barefoot form, which just has the ability Misty Surge. It is mostly seen in Pointe form due to its ability Fairy’s Calm, which negates other active weather effects in addition to terrain setting. Skate form has Gentle Snow (snow + misty terrain upon switch in), and Tap form has Sandy Nest (sandstorm + misty terrain). The latter two forms are for when Bunpyon tends to ice and ground and rock types who benefit from these weathers. In order to protect baby Pokemon from harm, it is a formidable fighter with an emphasis on speed and has a signature four strike attack that changes typing depending on its form.

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[erikatsu]

BOYS WHO WAIT ⋆.ೃ࿔* ═ AL HAITHAM

PAIRING .•°•▹ AL HAITHAM X FEM!READER

SUMMARY .•°•▹ giving you the gift of life is exactly what he needs to get out of working so much

WARNINGS .•°•▹ explicit sm.ut, breeding, unprotected sex, implied established relationships. kinda soft (don’t perceive me), mating press, full body orgasm, use of “pretty girl” and “mommy”, implied multiple rounds.

WC .•°•▹ 0.8k

“archons, did i miss you,” al haitham groaned in your ear as he fully sank inside you, his eyes closing while savoring how you sucked him in. “god, i fucking missed you.”

he'd been away, hanging around port ormos to look into a mysterious traveller per the akademiya’s request. but, other things had come up and he pushed that aside to do his own investigating. when he was done in port ormos and on his way back to sumeru city, he had to stop and see you. not that he'd ever admit it, but when he was gone for too long, he ached for your presence. 

stopping at home under the guise of finishing a report, he was more than relieved to find out that kaveh, the architect staying with the two of you, was not there. needless to say, al haitham pushed everything aside and didn't start his alleged report. instead, he started making up for how long he'd been gone. 

you whined from under him, unable to get a word out once he pressed his lips against yours. the rocking of his hips was more tame than usual– slower, more sensual, and even deeper. you cupped his cheeks in your hands, deepening the kiss as you tried to get used to what you were experiencing. because al haitham was never this gentle with you. he was always a little rough, definitely cocky. a smirk never faded from his lips when he was running you, and he loved to bully you. 

al haitham was taking his time now, as if he were melting into you with each thrust. he groaned into your mouth, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. you wrapped your legs around him, using them as leverage to push him in as far as he could go. he grunted, mouth parting as your walls fluttered around him. he barely had room to move, rolling his hips as best as he could while you had him pinned. 

his short, yet deep strokes had you clenching around him all too soon, a choked moan leaving his lips at how tightly you were squeezing him. gasps left your lips, words breathlessly leaving you as you told him you were about to cum. seeing you reach your high so quickly, and so hard made him realize how often he wasn't around. 

you shook underneath him, muscles twitching and tremors racking your body. once the grip your legs had on him eased up, he hooked his arms under the bend of your knees and pushed them back until they were almost touching your shoulders.

you whimpered at how much deeper he seemed to go, shaking your head at him, “too much. s’too much. i can't take it.”

“sure you can, pretty girl,” al haitham cooed, a smirk tugging at his lips. “i'm gonna fill you up, and you're gonna take it all for me. every drop.”

your eyes widened, mouth falling open at what he was insinuating, “but–”

he rolled his hips, pausing as he bottomed out and a whine left your lips, cutting you off before you could get anything else out. he leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours, “let me show you how much i missed you. and by the time i'm done, i'll have a good excuse to not be away as much.”

you found yourself nodding, cupping his cheeks and pulling him back into you. once his mouth met yours, he dragged his hips back, steadily rocking into you. you mewled against him, tears stinging your eyes at how raw he was rubbing you. his heavy breathing turned into pants as his speed picked up. he had you pushed into the mattress, driving into you as he chased down his own high. 

al haitham crumbled quickly, rhythm faltering as his skin loudy slapped against yours. your arms wound around his neck, trying to pull him closer. his cock kissed the entrance of your womb with each sloppy thrust, your tight walls sucking him in and refusing to let him go. 

“fuck,” he cursed, sweat running down his forehead as he closed his eyes. “gonna cum. gonna fill you up, make you a mommy.”

you moaned, allowing yourself to squeeze his cock even tighter. you threw him over the edge, his rutts becoming fervent and harsh as he came. he doused your cunt with white, not stopping even as he twitched inside you, fucking his cum into you until there was nothing more to give. 

finally he buried himself inside you, easing up and attempting to catch his breath. you were aching, throbbing around him from the lack of friction. you whimpered under him, trying to move your hips to no avail. he slowly opened his eyes, peeking at you through his lashes.

“more,” you pouted, still pinned in your spot as your legs trembled against him. “please. i want more.”

a light chuckle left his lips at your little pleas, but he agonizingly began to rock his hips again, “i thought it was ‘too much’? you really think you can handle it, pretty girl? you're already shaking. guess we'll have to find out how many times you can milk me before you're spent.”

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[thesassypadawan]

First Time For Everything (Padawan Obi-Wan x FemPadawanReader)

Summary: It’s Obi’s first time…ever. And although things have a rocky start, he quickly picks things up. But…there’s always time for more practice.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. First time fun and…Obi’s big, fat cock. Padawan reader and sweet boy are of age.

- “Kriff, sweetheart, I…” He kisses you desperately, sloppily. Hips moving impatiently against yours, cock sliding through your soaked folds. “…I want to be with you.”

- Excitement pools in your stomach, travels between your thighs. Hands resting on his chest, teeth nipping at his plush bottom lip. “Are you sure? I-”

- “I’m sure,” Obi-Wan whines softly. Lining himself up, hands squeezing your sides a tad too hard. “Please, just let me…”

- Clumsily he jerks forward, slipping past your entrance…poking at your bottom. You try your best to not giggle at his blunder. Watching his cheeks turn red, an embarrassed look spreads across his face.

- Instead you wrap your fingers around his impressive length, help realign him. Cooing words of encouragement. “It’s all right, it happens… Just relax, enjoy yourself… There’s a first time for everything…”

- Taking a steadying breath, he sinks into your warmth. Arms trembling, a low hiss escaping him. “Tight…so tight…”

- Fairing no better yourself, head tilts back. Hands fist the sheets, and a string of pants falls from your lips. While you struggle to take inch after thick inch, to adjust to the delicious stretch. “Tight…because you’re so big…so good…”

- “Go-good?” You can feel Obi twitch in response, see him attempt to compose himself. As he slowly begins to rock; testing the waters with small, deep thrusts. Tongue poking out slightly in the most adorable way; clearly focusing entirely too hard at the task at hand.

- Despite his awkward timing at first, he quickly finds his rhythm. Plunging into you smoothly, working with the way you roll your hips. Hitting that wonderful spot perfectly. “Yes…good.”

- He’s being so gentle, so careful. By the way he grips your waist though, you can tell he’s holding back. Most likely terrified of hurting you; always such a sweet boy…you’ll fix that.

- Bucking up, grinding against him hard…just enough to make him groan. You whimper, knowing the effect it will have; begging for him to… “Faster… Please go, faster…”

- “Of...of course, dar-darling.” Increasing the speed, he thrusts fervently. Head hung low, blue eyes focused…blown wide. Seemingly hypnotized by the tiny bump that appears in your abdomen every drive.

- “All you…” You shiver when his fingers ghost over, tentatively prod at the spot. “That’s all you, Obi…”

- Grabbing your leg, he pushes it higher. Palm pressing down as he slides deeper; your body starting to clench around him. Gummy walls fluttering, cock throbbing. Until…

- “I…I…” Hips stutter, then falter. Before slamming one last time, a strangled moan flying from his mouth. Spilling, painting your insides white with his hot cum.

- The sensation of being so stuffed, of having Obi-Wan squeeze himself through your skin combines. Making the tightly wound coil finally snap, sending you spiraling. Mewling frantically, gushing all over his cock.

- With a grunt, he collapses on top of you. Arms wrapping around you, holding you close. Nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, chuckling excitedly. “That…that was incredible! I…I… Can we do that again?!”

- Laughing along, coming down from your own high. You kiss the top of his head, whispering in his ear. “We can; you’re just going to have to give me a-”

- “Now… Now…” He mutters, beginning to lazily rock again. Tongue lapping at your collarbone, teeth biting tenderly. “Want to now…I-I need the practice.”

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[delcakoo]

son of hades!riki watching femreader!daughter of apollo heal/comfort and later on cutely playing with little toddler campers to cheer them up and falls more in love w her bc of how good she is w kids

(its percy jackson themed, i hope im making sense😭 basically the reader has healing powers)

OH HELL YEAH PERCY JACKSON AA i dont even know anything ab the actual series, but i have read fics with its concept and ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA 🫶🫶 i had to do a bit research and it says hades kids can shadow travel and have earth powers..? hope thats correct jshdjd this was so fun to write, ty for the req anon <3 !! SOFT HOUR REQS ARE CLOSED !!

11:14AM — it was the hades’ kids turn to babysit the younger campers.

riki found kids a bit annoying, much too troubling and loud for his taste. but he couldn’t deny that the little boy he was assigned to supervise for the day was more than adorable.

his name was mingyu, a hermes kid with black curly hair filled and big brown boba eyes, his cheeky smile growing whenever riki swung their intertwined hands back and forth.

the little boy stopped suddenly along the camps pathway, looking up at riki with a big grin, “hyung! watch this!”

like most young hermes kids, mingyu was eager to show off his oustanding stealth and speed, zooming in circles at a breakneck speed. he was almost a blur to riki, moving so fast to the point that the older male’s eyes could barely keep up with his figure.

he chuckles, “woah, you’re even faster than hyung!” feeling playful, riki decides to put his own powers to use; manipulating a couple earthy platforms into the air, replicating a mini parkour park for the boy. “bet you cant get up there,” he taunts.

perhaps he shouldn’t have done that.

feeling challenged, mingyu rushes up to the rocks, pouncing higher with each one, the little boy cheers, laughing proudly with each jump. “more, hyung! make more!”

the hades boy gulps, hands moving in panic as he tries to keep up with the child who’s now jumping to each platform right as they’ve been formed. riki didn’t use his geokinesis often; evident in how slow it took him to develop each new rock. “h-hey kid, slow down! i can’t—“

it was too late; mingyu’s already jumped into the open air, expecting riki to place a rock beneath him, only to find nothing as he falls all the way down to the ground. immediately, the little boy bursts into tears, staring down at his legs that were painfully scratched up and bleeding.

“shit,” riki curses, rushing over to kneel before the younger. “hey, it’s alright gyu, i’ll take you to the medical cabin right now, okay?”

the walk to the meds was one full of terrible, heart wrenching guilt; riki having to carry the poor boy bridal style with tears and blood still running down his skin. right as he was about to open the cabin door, you had already pulled it open.

riki’s heart nearly began thumping out of his chest. he’d interacted with you a couple times here and there, always noticing little, endearing details about you, like the way you sometimes hit the person next to you from you laughing too hard, or how your tongue would poke out of your cheek whenever you were frustrated. he found you charming, it was unfortunate he’d be meeting you again in such a way. “y/n—“

“riki!” you scold, quickly taking mingyu from his hold, “what the hell did you do?!”

he gulps, quickly following you as you set the hermes boy down on the closest bed. you were rushing around the room in a hurry, picking a few wipes to clean the child’s wounds. “i- we were playing around, and then he fell! it was an accident though, i promise!”

riki was only feeling more guilty about the fact that he’d nearly forgot about mingyu’s injuries; much too busy admiring you despite the glare you send his way while you wipe up the boy’s blood.

“i’ll deal with you later,” you sigh, throwing the wipe into the trash. like a switch, your expression morphs into one of gentleness as you smile down at mingyu comfortingly. “okay baby, this is going to feel a bit strange, but just focus on me, okay?”

he sniffles, closing his own eyes nervously. “mkay, noona.”

“so mingyu, what’s your favourite animal?”

“umm.. i like tigers..” while he’s distracted you take a deep breath, muttering something as you place your hands over his scrapes. “but.. but i also like lions..” riki just watches in amazement, lips parted as the injuries begin to miraculously close up. mingyu is too busy talking about lions, hands fidgeting with each other anxiously.

suddenly, you open your eyes with a big smile, “look at that, you’re all better!”

riki isn’t fully aware of what happens after that, all he knows is that he is absolutely, undoubtedly in love with you. he faintly sees mingyu spring up from the bed happily, giving you a big, grateful kiss on the cheek.

his dad wouldn’t mind him going for an apollo kid, right?

i’m sorry if things are unnacurate, again i dont know much about percy jackson <\3 this was super fun anyway sjnddjn i hope i did ur idea justice anonnieee >:)

[c0kitty]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 w/ suguru geto x vampire f!reader                « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄                            

summary: geto is a little more than willing to give you some blood. (⛦) content: very suggestive. blood-drinking. hurt/comfort. reader is a vampire obv. making out. biting. a lil self-hatred from reader. geto is a business traveler. sexual implications. (⛦) w/c: 1.3k+

the black hood on suguru’s cloak hangs over him, rain droplets trickling onto him as he makes his way to the large wooden door of your guys's home.

he knocks twice, patiently waiting for your response. a minute passed, and there was still no reply — a bit unusual, considering your typical speed, of you practically dragging him in, and kissing him to make up for the lost time.

suguru reaches for the backup key, left under a rock. he puts it in, and opens the door that rings an ugly creak. a soft hiss hears in the dim room and the only light that seemed to be was a candle. it was the only light you could really stand, and one of the many candles, suguru bought for you.

“christ, close the door,” you whine, and he acts swiftly closing the door shut, a sense of worry creeping at his chest. what had happened while he was gone? he goes to take off his cloak, resting it on a jacket hanger.

"i'm sorry, you alright doll?” he softly asks into the darkness, no immediate response still, he cautiously steps further into their home. there was a swift motion sound behind him, and then a presence felt. he could always tell when you were near, by a chill of his skin, your soft steps which to most was inaudible — but there was a certain movement to floors, a certain patter, and then there your beautiful laughter, that echoed the walls when you were near.

“geto, you’re here,” a soft exhale escapes your lips. “yeah, who else would be comin’, my love?” suguru replies with a smile, his steps deliberate, closing the gap between you two. warm, rough hands, cups your face, it was a stark contrast to your cold skin — which always seemed to bring suguru comfort. “and what did i say about calling me geto?” he playfully chides.

as your head tilts up to meet his eyes, he presses a gentle on your forehead. “sorry baby.” you murmured, “i keep forgetting, you know i’ve been using that name for the majority of our relationship.”

“hm, now why do you look so tired.” he lifts your chin with his pointer finger, examining more. “you think I wouldn't notice, huh?” the dark circles rimmed at your under eyes, to your disheveled clothing, and the weary look in your eyes.

“you didn’t eat.” he states flatly, an agonized frown marring his sharp features. he was right, and you couldn’t lie to him about it. your lips forms into a slight pout, “i must've forgotten. jus’ didn’t have the time, okay?” your reply, trying to leave it at that.

“did you forget or you didn't have time, my love?’ he sees through your obvious avoidance, prompting an eye roll from you. you take a step away from him, heading towards the kitchen counter. your arms crossed over your chest, “it’s not that big of a deal, suguru.” 

suguru follows closely behind you. your back hits the counter-top, and he stands in front of you. “what’s really going on, princess?” his obsidian-black eyes boring to yours.

“i feel like a monster suguru.” your voice quivers like you were one second away from breaking down in front of him, and a heavy sigh leaves your lips doing all will to stop just that. “what do you mean?” suguru asks, beyond lost.

your eyes start to well up with tears. “i drink animal blood just to get by, suguru.” 

“and i - iust feel so fucking inhumane. animal blood tastes like shit sometimes, and human blood tastes so good. it’s like an itch i can’t scratch or reach. and i feel so sick wanting it. craving it, it drives me so fucking crazy.” his hands find their way back to your face, wiping your criminsion-red tear. suguru racks his mind for the right words to say.

he begins, leaning down to capture eyes into his, ”it wasn't even your choice to turn into a vampire, and so what y/n? you're just trying to live by. you’ve never actually killed or intentionally harmed anyone. you're purposefully even drinkin’ from old animals to not do that. you’re not no damn monster.” he continues.

“it’s okay to crave something, doll. as long as you don’t do it. you're doing far more better than what other people would do in your situation, even me.” your eyes soften, and your shoulder seems to slump, his words — easing your distress.

he goes to step closer, parrelling to when they were at the door-entrance, “how about this. come to me when you want your human blood.” your eyebrows jump at the suggestion. “it’s only like three times a week you drink. i think i could handle it.”

“but, suguru —” you attempt to argue.

“what’d i say y/n? i can handle this.” he gently cuts off your protest,  “i want to do this, i want you to feel fed, i want to give you everything, okay? so let me.” you give up trying to persuade him, nodding your head, with a soft ‘okay.’

“now, what you’re going to do now princess, is drink my blood, until you’re full.” suguru instructs, ghosting at your bottom lip, you give another weak nod. he goes to close the distance between you, mere centimeters apart. sweeping his long black hair to the side — your lips part, and you become focused on his pale, bare-neck.

you go to meet his gaze, “just tell me when you’re starting to feel dizzy?” he nods, but you could tell he was gonna try to stick through as stubborn as he was. 

with drool on the corners of your lips, you return your attention back to his neck, your fangs extending, and then gently, you bury your fangs into his flesh. the warmth of his blood fills in your mouth and you begin to feed.

pressing you against the counter, surguru cages you in, leaving your guys’ chest to ultimately rub together. your hands go to roam around him until they find their way to his hair, your fingers lightly tugging on his strands. 

suguru’s ragged breath, and softs groans fills your ears, as you continue to drink. the sounds seemingly pools heat to the bottom of your stomach, and almost unconsciously, your hips begin to move in slow, grind. 

“do i taste good, doll?” he asks, voice with a husk. your tongue goes to lap at the bite, moans muffled, turned to vibrations, showing just how much you crave — needed him. your lips move from the bite, gradually going to his shoulder; peppering small kisses to full-on heated open-mouth kisses, along them. 

you could feel suguru start to become impatient; your lips were almost teasing him — he eventually catches them, forcing your chin up, and pressing his lips onto them. it was hot, and breathy. he didn’t care much of the metallic taste, from his blood, breathing into your kiss what he imagined your scent would be, sweet comforting vanilla.

his hands snake around your waist, playing along the waistband of your pants until they venture further, reaching your panties. “can i?” he mumbles to your lips, but you respond gently, pushing his hand away. your face then backs away, for you to look at him. “you did a lot for me, sugu. can i… blow you?”

his heart ached looking at you, your eyes slightly widened and glazed, your lips puffed and glossy, a hint of his blood even, at the corner of your mouth. it didn’t help as your head tilted to his gaze, “please, baby?”

“you don’t need to beg, princess,” he leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead. stepping back, he goes to leave a little room for you, and he watches as you sink down to your knees. your hands reach for his shorts, exposing his very large bulge that strained against his boxer. you go look up at him, finding him already watching you. a teasing smile played upon your lips. “forgot how big you were.”

“fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” 

[gothushi]

pressure

pairing: rob x photographer!reader

warnings: none

note: definitely just a filler chapter because i want the inital attack to be its own! that’s coming next;)

word count: 3.1k

part 1 | this is part 2! | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

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Day three out of the car, it’s hot, humid, and it’s only getting worse as it nears noon. The group has stopped for a break on a small cliffside that overlooks a larger part of the river you’ve been traveling along. It’s been a bit tense today, Michelle’s attitude not faring very nicely due to a few spats here and there, being scolded by John, getting upset with James. However it doesn’t bother you too much, focused on actually enjoying this experience and currently, focused on your job.

Stood near the edge of the small cliffside, your frustration is growing with each snapshot you get. It just isn’t right.. it feels off, not satisfactory. Rob’s watching you, keeping an eye out. The way you’re so close to that edge makes him feel nervous, has him not wanting to tear his eyes from you. He’s leant against a tree, arms crossed over his broad chest as he stares. Eyes follow your movements as you crouch down, then sit on the edge of the rock, legs over the edge, leaning forward a little, and God you’re trying to give him a heart attack.

“Be careful!” He calls out, louder than he intended to as he walks over, crouching down next to you with a hand finding your back.

“I’m fine, just frustrated..” Is the reply you offer, sighing as you flick through the photos you just took.

“Yeah, that’s what concerns me. I’m worried your frustration is going to lead you to making a dumb choice.” His tone is flat, “The view isn’t going to be that much better from a position that gives me a heart attack.”

Narrowing your eyes with no real malice, you sigh. It’s like you can physically see the shot you want, but can’t get. A little pout actually forms on your lips as you look down at the water below. “Yes it would be.”

Rob sighs, leaning in a little more, “I really don’t think it’s worth risking your life for a photo.” His hand drifts from your back to tuck some hair behind your ear, the touch gentle like he’s trying to distract you.

So focused on your frustration, it takes a moment for his action to register in your brain. A slight flush rises on your cheeks, easily blamed on the sticky heat, but it makes his own heart speed up nonetheless, “I know, it’s just frustrating because I can see what I want but can’t get it.”

“What exactly is it that you want?” he asks, keeping his tone a bit playful but also genuine. He’s not going to deny that it’s adorable to see how upset you are over getting a certain angle.

“The water but- from down there. It’s too high up here.” For the photo you really want, you’d need to be about six feet down the cliffside, halfway down. There is a trail below.. but it’s a long drop if you were to fall.

Deep blues glance downwards, studying the area, “It’s a pretty steep drop, how did you exactly plan on getting down there?”

“I didn’t.” You mutter, “I was gonna sit here pouting until we have to keep hiking.” Stubborn as you are, you’re smart enough to not actually risk your life.

He laughs at the blunt truth, looking back to you again. He stares for a moment before speaking, “You really want that photo, don’t you?”

“It’d look so nice,” you sigh, frowning down at the pretty water, calm and flowing into a large lake, ‘I wish I was like one of those goats that climb mountains.”

He chuckles again, cheeks a bit red against his tanned skin, “Alright, what if I offered to help you down there?” In his mind, it’s not that drastic of a descent. Not halfway at least. There are rocks below on a steep side that you could use to step on, the key would be being able to stay steady against the drop. His words make you stare at him for a moment. Surely not, he’s the professional here after all, jungle wise, he shouldn’t be encouraging this.

“It’s fine, really. I’ll forget about it before the nights over. It’s just frustrating right now.”

“No, no really, I’m serious.” He shrugs, not willing to back down. He likes adventure, and after seeing it he’s sure he can get a safe path down, at least part way. “I promise I won’t let you plummet to your death. Besides, maybe you’re right, it’ll look way better down there.”

“Well- how? One wrong step and I’m falling for sure.” You spare another glance down, feet dangling over the edge. It’s steep, maybe not as steep as the mountains those goats climb but.. steep. Large rocks embedded in dirt, big tree roots sticking out, even a large tree growing from the cliffside.

“Oh, the normal way, carefully.” Rob retorts bluntly, making you stare. He twists and lowers his pack, pulling some rope from his bag, “The trick is to not fall.”

“You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” He nods, standing up and holding a hand out, which you take, “If we start to slide, I’ll have you. You just worry about getting the photo.” He helps you stand and then unfurls the thick rope, tossing it out on the ground. He takes the end and loops it around the tree he was leaning against earlier, securing a tight knot on it and tugging hard, “John!” He calls, beckoning the other man over. He exchanges a few words, and John stays by the tree to keep an eye on the rope. You just watch, camera resting against your stomach where it hangs from the strap around your neck. Is he serious? Isn’t this kinda dangerous?

Rob has the rope secured around his waist, testing the strength as he walks back over. Without a word his arms wrap around you, tugging you close. It startles you, his strength with just a simple action impressive and making something flutter in your gut. “Easy, let me do it.” He’s close to your ear, muttering lowly as he steps you both closer to the edge. Lowering down, he keeps a strong hold on you whilst digging his heels into the side, letting the rope help to keep him upright as he uses the rocks and firm dirt to step down.

He’s holding you like fucking nothing, making heat stir in your stomach. Are you really that easy? That this is all it takes? One strong man and you’re a puddle of mush? Your arguing thoughts are interrupted by hearing him grunt in your ear, his entire body pressed against yours, and you finally speak, “This- this is good.” He’s managed to get you both lowered down enough to where the top of his head is out of John’s view above, and you’re a bit nervous to go any further down even with the rope holding Rob steady. He holds you still, keen eyes watching as you take a rapid succession of photos. His arms are tight around you, digging into your sides, hands clasped on them. Your own feet knock onto the tops of his boots and it clicks that he’s just fully holding you up. A dull throb of arousal forms between your thighs, only for a moment as you swallow, “Um- that’s good. I got enough.”

Your hand finds his forearm, the other holding your camera. Rob can feel his skin tingle where you touch, skin warm and smooth. The contact sends a jolt of arousal up his spine, something he has to will away quickly, “You sure? Did you wanna go lower?”

The idea makes you feel a bit nervous even though you trust him, so you shake your head. He hums a small noise so you know he understands and then begins to back up, using the path he took down and one hand on the rope- Lord help please he’s holding you with just one arm-

“Get some good photos?” John is right there at the top to help you up first, snapping you from that flustered daze.

“Yeah! Yeah, turned out nice.” Liar, you didn’t even look at them yet. John helps Rob up and then the latter begins to undo the knot in the rope around his waist. The professor claps a hand onto Rob’s arm and then walks to the tree to undo the rope there.

You clear your throat, sparing a glance at Rob as you hold your camera, needing something to keep your hands steady, “Um- thanks.”

His eyes flit to your face, hands on the rope, scanning over the pinkish hue on your cheeks, before grinning, “No problem.”

You need some water.

—

Some hours pass along the trails. John getting a scorpion off of Tim’s back, Michelle and James arguing at the rear of the group, crossing a small river and venturing into a shadier area of the jungle.

“I’m not too sure- actually..”

“Wha- aren’t you supposed to be an expert?”

“Oh God it’s huge!”

You’re looking on as John joins the others, James filming, Maria sat off by herself watching. Lisa’s found.. something, though you aren’t sure what it is yet. They’re all staring behind the log of a fallen tree covered in moss.

“Is it awesome?” James’ question makes Lisa laugh, she’s actually excited, agreeing that it is indeed awesome. John climbs over the tree, on one end as Rob is on the other. He waves his hat, seemingly distracting something, and you forget all about your camera for a moment to just watch in pure curiosity. Even Rob is grinning big. Seconds of silence pass before John moves quick, grabbing whatever it is with Rob’s help.

A fucking python. A beautiful, long, yellow python. The professor carries him over the log, stepping down onto the trail with Rob’s hand on his arm for balance. The creature is coiled up, twisting its body along John’s front as he speaks, “Now he’s obviously a constrictor, a python, but, that’d be strange because they’re not indigenous to this area. Now.. that means he’s either a migrant species so.. come in on a boat or something..” They’re all so happy, James filming, and Rob keeps reaching a hand up to pet over the python, keeping it distracted from going closer to the professor's face.

“Or..” He continues on, “there’s an emergence of a new species in this area.. and if that’s the case, that’s what we came here for.” You’re already snapping photos, stood off to the side. Some of them you find yourself zoomed further onto Rob, on his pretty smile as he pets the snake, before snapping out of it and getting a wider shot of the actual animal and not your crush. They start to do a piece for the camera itself, talking about how one of the researchers found him basking in the warm sunlight. The python twists its tail end around John’s leg, earning some chuckles as Rob untangles him and then takes the python from John’s arms to take him back to the spot he was resting previously, Michelle speaking with the professor to the camera James is holding.

You follow Rob, snapping some photos. God his arms are so muscular.. strong.. he held you so easily earlier.. veins stand out, muscles flexing as he carries the no doubt heavy animal back to the fallen tree. Heat coils in your core as you flick through the photos, eyes trained on Rob in each one rather than actually checking if it’s a viable picture or not. He could probably lift you and f-

“Get some good ones?” His voice startles you, your face red, and you nod quickly.

“Yeah! Yeah, um- that’s really cool. This is what you guys wanted.” Lord he gave you a heart attack. His hand finds your back, rubbing over it lightly as a silent appreciation. No more words are exchanged as John shares a hug with Lisa and then Rob, before the group carries on.

—

Further west back towards the river, the group stumbles upon the most beautiful waterfall. It’s huge, capturing James’ attention as he films it. You hear Tim vaguely say something about crocodiles, making the professor laugh loudly. You stand idly, admiring the falling water as James sets his camera down. Michelle’s looking up and doesn’t notice when James runs up and puts his arm around her, but she definitely gets upset and snaps at him. They’re bickering at the base of the waterfall, making your eyes practically start twitching.

“Will you two move!?” You yell, catching their attention above the water falling, crashing into the otherwise calm river. With a wave of your arm, obviously agitated, they scurry out of the way, Michelle looking pissed off and James a bit sheepish. Rob noticed, obviously, he hasn’t been able to really keep his eyes off of you for most of the day, and he huffs a small laugh, sauntering over. He doesn’t even say anything, watching as you take some photos, and then you turn around to look for him and light up when your eyes meet his, “C’mere, go stand by the water where they were.”

He complies easily, he doesn’t think he could tell you no even if he wanted to. Finding himself in the spot where the other two just were, he rests his hands on his vest, looking up at the water. He’s obviously aware you’re taking photos of him, so he tries to relax his face, trying not to look too stiff, probably overthinking the entire state of his body.

“Okay!” You call to him, voice a bit fainter over the sound of the water. He hears you though, looking over at you as he makes his way closer whilst you take a few steps to excitedly show him your camera screen, “They look good, huh?”

And oh.. they do. He actually smiles at the sight of himself. They’re zoomed in closer than he imagined, good quality, capturing his steely gaze as he was admiring the waterfall and looking up at the cliffside high above. “I-.. yeah.. yeah I really like these.” He grins big, smiling down at you. Your attention is focused on your screen, flicking through the handful of photos, but he’s watching the sweet look on your face, the pure excitement shining in your eyes.

“Can you take my photo?” James appears beside you two, asking excitedly but also a bit sheepish. It makes you laugh and nod, smiling at him.

“Of course I will, go on.”

—

Late at night now, all sat around a little fire, John is prattling on about lions or something. Masai’s and lions back home, reassuring James that he isn’t going to see a lion here, but your focus is on Rob. He’s sat next to you, leant in close, having low conversation. Beforehand, anytime you made eye contact with him during the day made heat coil in your stomach, a shudder run up your spine. There’s a heat between the two of you, something more, you can tell that much, or you at least hope you aren’t imagining it.

He smiles softly, keeping eye contact as he speaks, something about a trip to Africa he took a few years ago. He’s so close, crowding your space almost, grinning in the low firelight, when James interrupts to get Rob’s attention.

“Have you ever seen a real lion? Like out in the wild?”

Rob gives him a glare, staring down James’ face overtop the camera, “Yes.”

“Have you ever seen a lion kill someone?”

He fights back the urge to roll his eyes, “Yes.”

“Really? Like actually-” Michelle’s giving him a look to knock it off but it isn’t working, “Professor were you there?” He turns the camera, and John gives him the obvious yes as an answer.

The entire interaction pulls a small laugh out of you, leaning into Rob’s space just as much as he is in yours, “Y’gotta admit he makes this trip entertaining.”

A huffed sigh from Rob, turning his gaze back to you as James talks to Tim, “That’s one word for it.”

His dry words make you nudge him with your arm, scolding softly, “Be nice.. I remember how excited I was on my first real expedition.”

“Well- you’re a lot cuter than him so I’d actually tolerate that.” The flirtation comes out before he processes it, and it makes your cheeks heat up as you laugh, before James is interrupting again to ask you some questions. You happily answer them, about how you started photography, and he was also curious about the camera you have. Maria, Lisa and Tim all filter off to bed as you talk, then Michelle, then John ushers the rest of you off to bed. When it’s just him and Rob by the fire, he speaks.

“What you did earlier was risky.”

“Is my flirting really that bad? Could you hear?”

“No, at the cliff.”

“I’m aware.” Rob sighs, glancing in the direction of your tent before gazing back at the small fire. It’s clear he’s gonna get scolded right now. “I was being careful.”

“I’m just saying. You wouldn’t have done that for anyone else.” John shrugs. He fully understands Rob was careful but.. it was dangerous.

“I guess that’s probably true.” Rob mutters back, eyes low. At this point, he’s thinking about it for the millionth time. The way his heart was pounding, his arms tight around you, holding your weight like nothing, the arousal it sends up his spine everytime.

“Hey,” John sighs, staring at Rob, “I have no problem if you like her. But don’t let it affect your judgment here. I didn’t say anything because I was there, knew you could handle it, but don’t try a stunt like that again.” His words ring true, he knows that, but Rob is reluctant to acknowledge it.

“I know..” He sighs, “I get it wasn’t the smartest but.. she really wanted those pictures..”

“Wrapped around her finger.” John muses, grinning at his friend.

It makes him flush, he doesn’t like being called out. Heat blooms on his cheeks, and he hopes John can’t see the color since it’s so dark, “I-.. yeah.”

“So now you admit it?” The latter chuckles.

“Oh shut up.” His lips twist into a big smile, glancing at the professor. “Yeah. She has me wrapped around her finger. Happy now?”

“Very. Just keep it in your pants until we get home.”

That makes him groan, rubbing a hand over his face in embarrassment, “Shut up.”

John snorts out a laugh, poking the fire with his stick but no longer teases Rob, saying that it’s probably a good idea for them to go to bed now.

———————♡

[eppysboys]

Sam Leach and Joan McEvoy's Engagement Party, 17th March 1962 🕺💃

Earlier in the evening, The Beatles performed at the Village Hall in Knotty Ash, Liverpool. The evening was billed as a "St. Patrick's Night Rock Gala". Sam Leach, (Liverpool concert booker) booked The Beatles and Rory Storm and The Hurricanes to draw a big crowd so that he could make enough profits to pay for his engagement party, scheduled to follow the night's show. Both bands attended Leach's party, which didn't end until the following afternoon. Also present at the party was Mike McCartney, Paul's girlfriend Dorothy 'Dot' Rhone, Brian Epstein, Bob Wooler and Ted 'Kingsize' Taylor.

In his book Sam Leach has a distinct memory of 'a gang of us' (presumably including Beatles and Hurricanes) travelling to the party from Knotty Ash in a van. Their driver (not Neil Aspinall) pulled out from the Village Hall into the path of a speeding articulated lorry which seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Everyone braced themselves for the inevitable impact but miraculously the lorry, its brakes screeching hysterically, managed to stop less than a foot from the side of the van. Shocked, stunned, shaken and stirred, everyone in the van travelled the 1.5 miles to the party in complete silence. 

Hurricane Johnny 'Guitar' Byrne diary entry for 1962 mentions the party:

"Bought Zodiac. Knotty Ash, Orrell, then Sam Leach's engagement party. Had row with Eileen. Got home 6."

The party was at the family house in Huyton, thrown by Dolly, mother of Vera and Joan McEvoy.

"I can vouch for the fact that Brian fell in love with Vera and pursued her all night. In fact after the party he wrote more than one letter to Dolly asking her could she help him fix a date with Vera. Unfortunately for Brian she wasn't interested." Sam Leach (She seemed a little interested, as displayed below)

"Brown, who was married (but separated) at the time of her liaison with Epstein in 1962, describes him as "...very emotional. He always gave the impression of being cold and icy, but he was very softhearted, very tender, very gentle, and he had a lot of feelings. And he was all man, I don't care what they say." (Ray Coleman, The Man Who Made The Beatles)

"We’d been to the Knotty Ash Club for my sister’s engagement. The Beatles had played there, as did Rory [Storm] and a few other groups. Afterwards, as usual, we all went back to the house and Brian came along.

If you saw the Beatles in my mother’s they were just a scruffy bunch of boys. And who’d look at them? I wouldn’t bother with them but then Brian stood out and Brian looked like the real thing. He was handsome. He was tall. He was immaculate. That’s why I let Brian get behind the bar with me and help me serve the drinks. He was the best of the bunch.

So we were just behind the bar when Elvis came on, 'Heartbreak Hotel’. He loved it, I loved it, and we started dancing. There wasn’t much room. You know, you could go two steps forward, three steps back and that was it. So we sort of got a bit close and everyone was laughing at us, saying, like, 'What’s going on?’ But if you moved sideways you fell over the crates. There were crates of beer in there and everybody’s coats. We ended up on top of the coats or on top of the crates if we just moved the wrong way. And we got pretty close but I wasn’t surprised by the way he was acting towards me.

We were dancing and kissing at the same time. He was probably one of the sexiest fellas I had ever met. People say, 'Oh well, Brian was gay.’ but he wasn’t very gay with me. He was just like any other man and more. He was very easy-going and casual and funny. He’d make you laugh and he could dance. You know he could move. He said to me, 'I’ve seen you in different places and I thought you were stuck up.’ And I said, 'Well, I thought you were stuck up because I remember being in your shop and you were like the big boss.’

I think he was pretty fresh. In a house where people are looking at you it’s not like a club with all the lights out and people tend to be aware of others but Brian wasn’t that bothered. He was interested and he showed it. Maybe he’d had a bit too much to drink. I don’t know. But I can’t say that because I met Brian afterwards and he was still interested.

The next day he called round to the house. I wasn’t there so he talked to my mother about poetry. I don’t know how they got talking about poems but Brian came the following day with a book of poems for my mother with a little letter. He also gave her a letter thanking her for having the party because everyone had made such a terrible mess of the house. It was full of eggs and rubbish and bottles everywhere and he apologized for the actions of everybody else at the party.

Well, my mother just thought he was the most wonderful person in the world. At last a gentleman has come through this door and not Teddy boys and hooligans and all the rest of it. In the first letter he said he’d enjoyed meeting her, loved coming to the house, felt so welcome and would she mind if he came around again to see me. I said to my mum, 'Well, that’s impossible. How can I see him? You know I can’t go out with Brian.’ She said, 'You will have to’.

My mother was in love with Brian: 'He’s beautiful. He’s wonderful.’ So she sort of arranged it. I didn’t want him to come and pick me up at the house because I didn’t want people to see us going out. I arranged to meet him in a little cafe in Bold Street. We had a coffee and a chat and then I can’t really remember where we went. We went somewhere for a drink around Bold Street where there were all these little dives at the time. But I had to be back for nine o'clock. Another time I met him in the Tower and we had a little chat. We met in the back office and had a talk.

I liked Brian as a man and I think Brian liked me. But then he suggested if we were to go out we’d have to go to Southport or Manchester - anywhere out of Liverpool because he didn’t want to walk into my husband in Liverpool. We were separated at the time but it was a little bit awkward, you know.

It’s hard for me to believe Brian was gay. I think if I had been free and if I’d seen more of Brian I think we could have got serious. I think he was all man. I just can’t accept that he was gay.

In the shop Brian seemed like a man, like your dad shouting at you and superior. He had an attitude of superiority. But later on I discovered he was just like any other man. I thought he was a very passionate, loving person. He was like two different people. So if there’s a third person involved - this gay person - I just say he’s one hell of a man to be able to please everybody. You know, he was just unique. That’s all I can say." Vera Brown, In His Life, The Brian Epstein Story.

"George always fancied Joan and when I began dating her, he asked her to let him know when she finished seeing me. 'But don't tell Sam', he added. 'He’d batter me!' Today she probably feels like battering me for spoiling her chances." Sam Leach, The Rocking City

"Later in the evening, Joan had a headache and said she was going upstairs for a lie down. I went to fetch a couple of aspirins from the kitchen and said I'd follow her. Bob Wooler then made a typically cheap remark about pre-marital sex. Before I had a chance to sort him out, Paul and George grabbed him and made him personally apologise to Joan." Sam Leach, The Rocking City

"Rory Storm was lying on the floor hopelessly drunk. He shouted up to Paul, 'I wanna be in the picture'. So, as you can see, Paul bent down and lifted his foot into the shot." Sam Leach

"The night rolled on and I found Lennon, completely sloshed, sitting in the kitchen rolling raw eggs down Ann Barton's birds-nest hairstyle. Each time one broke, he gave a gasp of astonishment at the gooey yellow mess spreading across the tiled floor. Dolly found out and gave him a severe rollicking, which sobered him up enough to utter a sincere, 'Sorry, Mrs Mac'. Everyone liked and respected Dolly McEvoy and that was the only time I ever saw Lennon genuinely humbled. He disappeared for a while after that and was found later fast asleep in the bath.

When he finally came downstairs, he once again started to apologise. Dolly had forgotten all about it, but he was still apologising as he left at nine the next morning. As we stood outside, he shook my hand gravely. 'That was the very best party I've ever been to . . . honest,' he croaked. I was pleased everyone had enjoyed themselves, but when John started thanking me for a third time, I put him in a taxi and packed him off home. As he left, I slipped an egg into his pocket. He never did tell me how that hatched out." Sam Leach, The Rocking City

[yuenieve]

sweet lovin’ ft. kaedehara kazuha

featuring kaedehara kazuha x fem!reader

content warning: good love making, massages, fingering, PRAISE, pet names, unprotected sex, love bites, just sweet and gentle sex tbh.

inspired by me exercising for once and coming back sore af

[ nsfw under the cut — mdni ]

“Ah! Kazuha, it hurts…”

He grimaced, “I’m sorry, my love.”

You spent the entire day in bed, feeling incredibly sore in your thighs and calves. You clearly over exerted yourself, the unforgiving pain biting your muscles in retaliation.

Kazuha, being the ever doting lover that he is, took it upon himself to make you feel better. He couldn’t stand the sight of you in plain discomfort, it ached his heart too much. Then he thought, what better than a relaxing massage to soothe your muscles?

“Perhaps this is your karma for not listening to me when I told you to take things easy,” he remarked, rubbing your thighs.

You hissed. “I won’t get anywhere without proper t-training.”

Kazuha shook his head disapprovingly, “Training is meaningless if you get hurt like this.”

Your head flopped back against the pillows with a sigh, “Alright, I’m sorry. I promise to take it slowly next time.”

He smiled and continued with his task at hand. However, you remained restless, writhing whenever he went over a particularly sore spot, crying out his name.

Kazuha stopped and leaned back, deep in thought as to how he could relieve your pain without putting you through the wringer even more.

Then, it hit him. He crawled on top of you and caressed your cheek, “My love, may I try something different?”

You nodded and watched as he moved back down. His fingers played with the hem of your bottoms, before pulling the garment down gently.

When it was just your panties remaining, Kazuha couldn’t help but stare at you. The sight before him beat any sunset he had ever witnessed on his travels. Whether in the high mountain tops of Liyue, or the deep blue sea by Inazuma, Kazuha had never struck a beauty quite like yours.

His hands hovered above your panties, he looked back up at you, first asking for your consent with his eyes, then his words, “May I?”

You once again nodded and let out a meek “Yes”. Without further hesitation, Kazuha dragged your panties down your legs, placing a short kiss on your calf before he took them off completely.

“So beautiful, utterly breathtaking,” he traced a finger over your core and smiled, “…and so wet.”

His digit probed at your entrance, slightly teasing you. He finally plunged his finger inside of you, moving ever so slowly.

Whilst he did that, his other hand came back up to soothe your taut muscles. You had to hand it to Kazuha, his idea was brilliant; you could barely feel the soreness over the hypnotic pleasure he was giving you right now.

But he moved so slowly, so calculated. You wanted him to speed up a bit, you needed him to fill you up more.

“Kazuha…too slow…” You whined.

“I’m going slow for your own good, angel.”

“But K-Kazu—ah—!! Want it f-faster…” You pleaded, your mouth falling open when he added a second finger.

“It won’t feel good, dear. Just—“

You grew impatient, too drunk on the feeling of his skilled fingers. You bucked your hips upwards, grinding yourself faster against his movements. You completely forgot about your sore thighs that your sudden move resulted in a sharp sting.

You cried out in pain, Kazuha immediately stopped and pulled his fingers out. He tutted and sighed, “Why won’t you listen to me, hm?”

You sniffled, from both the ache of your thighs and the unsatisfied end to your pleasure. Kazuha carefully rid himself of his pants and boxers, aligning himself with your hole.

“Now don’t fuss, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Was all he said before he rocked his hips into you, bottoming out soon after.

He grabbed your hips firmly, “We’re going slow.”

The feeling of him inside your walls made your eyes cross. Even though his pace was slower than what you would have preferred, it didn’t matter because the drag of his cock in and out of you felt like heaven. He was hitting all the right spots deep inside you, like he had your body memorized down to the smallest detail.

Although your mind was getting hazy from how blissful it felt, you could still sense his hands massaging your thighs ever so softly.

“How do you feel now, love?” He asked.

“So…so good, Kazuha. Mmm, keep going…”

He leaned down and peppered sweet kisses all over your neck, taking his time to nibble on the sensitive skin and leave heart-shaped love bites.

You let out a string of moans, edging into your climax. The feeling of him filling you up so nicely, with the added stimulation of his fingers dancing across your skin to soothe your soreness was too much for you. You threw your arms around Kazuha’s neck, moving your lips closer to his ear.

“Ah~!! ‘m close…so close! Please Kazuha please, please—!”

Kaedehara Kazuha was far from a cruel man, how could he not grant his beloved’s wishes when you were asking so nicely? His thumb found your clit and rubbed it with fervor; if he could not pound you into the mattress, the least he could do was give you a mind-blowing orgasm.

And mind-blowing it was.

You practically screamed his name as your climax crashed upon you. Your pretty lips parted in a perfect ‘o’ shape that had Kazuha crumbling, his orgasm not too far behind.

“Ah—Y/n, you’re so…t-tight,” he mumbled, his words slurred together. “You feel so good, s-so perfect.”

You held onto his jaw and littered the area with kisses. Your post-orgasm brain still feeling like you’re on cloud nine. You whispered praises to him, how good he is to you, how pretty he looks like this…how good he fucked you.

Kazuha’s head tipped upwards with a whimper, “‘Cumming! ‘Cumming—Ah!! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you—“

You felt his warm seed fill your pussy up. Your eyes rolled back at the sinful heat that radiated from your poor cunt, the sound of Kazuha’s ragged breaths almost like a symphony in your ears.

Once he recovered, he pulled out and laid next to you. His hands wandered down and rubbed at your thighs, “Still sore?”

You nuzzled closer to him, “If I’m not now, I think I will be tomorrow.”

written by yuenieve

[kpforpresident]

from the prompt list - time travel 💫😌 please

Clarke slams into the ground so hard her teeth rattle. Every muscle aching with effort, she manages to fling out a shaking arm to hinge herself onto her back, teeny rocks biting into her palm with sharp edges as she flops down again, arms screaming.

With another desperate burst of energy she manages to curl her fingers around the knife that is digging a razor tip into just above her knee, bringing it to clasp over her chest as her lungs burn from the abrupt change in both altitude and oxygen content.

The sky is a bright ceramic blue, puffy white clouds lazily sailing by as birds chirp merrily in the background, the sounds of an idyllic marred only by the loud wheezing Clarke found herself emitting as she struggled to catch her breath.

Why the fuck is that time jump so goddamn hard? When I go forward it doesn't give me a rib stitch like that, Clarke finds herself thinking as she massages her right rib absentmindedly.

Three large breaths later Clarke finds the fortitude to peel herself off the ground, staggering upright as she shakes the pins and needles out of her leaden feet. She surreptitiously checks the glowing map that surrounds her wrist, noting the golden, pulsing dot in the middle is moving steadily closer to her location.

Nodding decisively, she moves forward, finds a slightly rotten, moss coated log to settle onto by the side of the road, and settles in to wait, eyes glued to the glowing orb that is moving from the crook of her elbow to the green x that is projected above her wrist.

///

Lexa rolls her next side to side slightly, straightening up and nodding infinitesimally back towards Gus's direction when he tilts his head in her direction, eyes questioning.

Yes, I'm ok.

Stiffness from her neck alleviated slightly, Heda settled into the rhythmic movement of her horse, Laika's gentle walk, and resigned herself to a boring ride north, mentally preparing for the mind games and underhanded treachery that two weeks of all of the ambassadors in Polis for their annual meeting held.

At least Luna is coming this year, that's something.

Lexa was so entrenched in the thoughts of her dark eyed friend that she almost missed the flaxen haired girl, curled up slightly off the path on a crumbling redwood log.

Her guards, however, did not.

Lexa was unable to bark an order to stand down before Ryder drew his bow, a lethally honed arrow whistling through the arrow with deadly speed before Lexa could raise a hand in warning.

Before she could breathe, a blue glow washed over the clearing as an orb, crackling and pulsing with energy, encompassed the girl. Ryder's arrow fell to the ground silently at Laika's feet, arrow tip compressed cleanly into a flat disc where it had come in contact with the energy field.

Brow pressed tight in silent disbelief and worry, Ryder silently stooped to scoop up the arrow and hand it to Lexa, both chastisement and concern etched into his features.

The clearing was completely silent, dusk rapidly creeping into the forest as purple smudged the horizon.

The girl was awake now, expression blank behind the wavering energy as she stared silently back at the company before her. She stands quietly, every muscle clearly on alert as she raises her hands in deference to Lexa, either somehow knowing or assuming that she was the one to address. Lexa makes a mental note of her observation skills,

"Hello. My name is Clarke Griffin."

Lexa turned the arrow over in slender fingers twice, thumb gently worrying the downy soft fletching of the owl feathers before coming to a snap decision.

She speaks the language of the mountain people.

"Hei, Clarke Griffin. I am Lexa."

Something akin to recognition washes over Clarke's features, intelligence clear in her bright eyes.

"Lexa."

Confused, Lexa cocks her head, Laika stamping uneasily as Lexa's hands tighten unconsciously on the reigns.

"Lexa kom Trikru." The trig words trip uncomfortable, foreign, off of Clarke's tongue.

Gus's head snaps up at this, hand tightening around his sword as he looks at Clarke Griffin with renewed suspicion.

"The only people who refer to me as that are my familiars or my advisors, of which you are neither, Clarke Griffin. Explain yourself, or you will not be so lucky as for Ryder to miss a second time." The words come out colder, tighter, than initially intended. Clarke's tech and her appearance among a trail that was a tightly kept secret as Heda's preferred traveling path was unlikely to be a lucky guess.

The blue orb flares again around Clarke at Lexa's threatening tone, Lexa's guard blinking against the bright glow that once again surrounds her figure. Despite this, Clarke takes one, then two hesitant steps towards Lexa. Laika

"Lexa. I'm here to help you, to help protect you."

Lexa can feel her eyebrow quirk in amusement and disdain as a ripple of laughter ran through her men. Lexa, clad head to toe in leathers with two swords strapped to her back, black war paint smudged down her cheeks in a fearsome mask, hardly conjured images of helpless maidens in distress. Lexa had staunchly curated her image in defiance of her stature as a slim young woman since the day she had climbed bloodied and victorious out of her Kongeda.

"Protect me?" Lexa snorted in derision, though not unkindly. This Clarke Griffin clearly meant well, although mistaken. While they would have to question her on her knowledge of this trail, there was nothing to be concerned about, Lexa decided as she settled back into her saddle once again. "I highly doubt that, Clarke Griffin."

"I come from a future where you are killed by an unseen assassin at the last night of the yearly ambassador meeting, Heda. With your death the conclave falls into disrepair, triggering the start of World War Four. I was sent back to save you, and I intend to do my job."

The reins slip from Lexa's hands as she is unable to stop the shocked breath from escaping her lips.

A steely blue gaze meets a dazed green stare as Clarke hesitantly lowers the force field, stepping foward into Lexa's path.

"I believe we have much to discuss."

[obsolescent]

Kinktober - Day 29

Prompt: Showering

Pairing: Rebecca Chambers x Reader

Author’s Notes: Rebecca fit this one best due to the height similarities between me and her, so this has a short reader in mind! Enjoy!

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, gender neutral language used, reader is around the same height as Rebecca, domestic fluff, oral sex, fingering, nipple play, shower sex.

Kinktober Masterlist

The rivulets of water create rivers down your body, soap following along the slopes and curves that make up your physique. The warmth from the shower soothes you, tilting your head under the shower’s head to rinse your hair.

There’s a soft knock at the door, a muffled, “Can I come in?” You smile, Rebecca’s always been so polite, it’s adorable. “Yeah! Come in, baby,” you reply, able to see the door opening and closing through the opaque curtain. 

Rebecca sets her towel down on the counter before removing her clothing, folding them neatly and setting them beside her towel. Once bare, she steps over to the shower, pulling the curtain back. “Mind if I join?” You grin, nodding. Rebecca steps into the tub.

Her green eyes travel the expanse of your body before her hands join, her touch following the water’s paths. You hum, eyes slipping closed at her gentle prodding.

“Welcome home.”

She giggles, “Thanks, sweetie! Today was tough. I’m so happy to be back home with you.”

Rebecca pulls you into an embrace, chest squeezing together at the intensity of her hug. You bite your lip, thighs rubbing together. She notices, and with a glint in her eyes, she moves her hands down to cup your ass.

With her face level with yours, you kiss her cheek. Giggling once more, she pulls you closer, lips meeting yours. Tongues tangling, you slide your hands down her back, one holding onto her waist while the other ventures lower, between her legs. 

Rebecca gasps as your finger rubs along her slit, circling her clit. She moans, grip becoming tighter. Your fingers slide inside, thumb bumping her clit as you thrust. You drop to your knees, mouth replacing your thumb.

Crying out, she grabs your head, eyes rolling back at your fingering and sucking. You can tell she’s been pent up, nearing an orgasm rather quickly. “Please please don’t stop,” she mutters, hips rocking against your face. 

With a twist of your fingers and a long drag of your tongue over her clit, she cums, pussy clenching rhythmically around your digits, babbling a mixture of affirmations and your name. With a jolt, she moves her hips away from the overstimulation, her hands reaching for you. 

You allow her to pull you into an embrace, Rebecca clinging to your body while her’s settles. “So good, you whisper in her ear, leaving kisses against her skin. She hums, dreamy look resting on her face. You’re glad you could help her after work, letting her blow off some steam.

Rebecca lifts her head, meeting your gaze. “Mine turn!” She says, maneuvering your body to lean back against the tiled wall. She kisses down your body, thumbs circling your nipples. You sigh, hand carding through her drenched hair.

She lifts a leg over her shoulder, allowing her better access. Thighs pelted with kisses as she teases at your clit, touch barely grazing your pulsating clit. Groaning, you look down at her. “Don’t tease!” 

“What’s the magic word?” She says with a smirk. “Please touch me,” you say with a roll of your eyes that turns into them falling shut as she presses the pads of her fingers against you in slow, circular motions. 

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” she chuckles, other hand spreading your lips apart, tongue reaching into your hole to lap at the wetness seeping out. “God, baby, feels so good,” slurred out of your mouth and Rebecca hums, feeling her smile against you.

Her fingers pick up speed, tongue thrusting into your pussy. Pinching at your nipples, the last bit of sensation you needed before reaching your orgasm, head thudding against the tiles as you arch, squirting against Rebecca’s ministrations.

‘Glad we’re in the shower’ comes to your mind as you come down, your essence running down Rebecca’s body, washing down the drain. She grins up at you and your heart feels like it’s stuttering. God, “I love you,” you say, helping her up. 

Her grin turns into a sincere look, cupping your face in her hands. “I love you, too,” is her reply, pecking your nose. You two continue to shower, playfully teasing one another before the water begins to run cold. You step out and towel off, swatting Rebecca with your towel, which leads into a chase around the apartment.

Playing a game of tag of sorts, your pursuit finally ends in the bedroom, both collapsing onto the bed in a fit of laughter. Rebecca pulls you close and lays her head on your chest. She soon drifts off, your bodies tangled together, feeling secure and warm in your hold.